MARTINI BLUE oikawa tooru

eight. JUST ANOTHER MANIPULATIVE MONDAY

          "You're coming to my practice match tomorrow right?" Oikawa Tooru asks, he's surprisingly clingy compared to what his looks might suggest about him. Him and Okonome Tahjiko had been inseparable for the past few days since news broke about their relationship that didn't even exist until a few days ago. Tahji was still unclear about what to tell people when they tried to prod into her personal life.

Unsurprisingly, their relationship was heavily based on sex, but it wasn't like Tahji agreed to a relationship with Tooru because she fell in love at first sight. Tooru was a gentlemen about consent and safe sex, it was sweet to know that there were people who acted like him in the world still. Outside of his reputation to uphold as a naturally flirty person to all during school hours, he was incessantly sweet to Tahji.

          He clung to her body like he was a kitten and she was the warm sun on a cool day. Tahji also found out that he liked to be the little spoon which was admittedly adorable. The two didn't really have dates, they were shy in publicizing their supposed relationship. Tooru himself was just shy in general and Tahji found that to be one of his most redeeming qualities. Hyper-masculinity was simply not the way into her heart, something she found out through plenty of experimentation.

          Tooru lived with his parents and his nephew but on this Monday night the three other Oikawa's were out at one of his nephew's Tae Kwon Do showcases in Tokyo. "Do you want me to be there?" Tahji asks, her left hand absently tangled in his soft brown hair as she attempts to do her chemistry homework.

          "Of course I want you to be there." Tooru pouts craning his pale neck backwards to see that he doesn't have her undivided attention. Sensing his discontent state and her own frustration with Coulomb Forces she sets down the pencil and loops her arms under Tooru's, her calves pressing against his torso as she rests her forehead on the nape of his neck.

          "Are you okay, Tooru?" She finally asks, of course she noticed the bruising on his right ankle blossoming just beneath his sock and the bags underneath his eyes. Even though Tooru's skin could hold up decently against sleep deprivation, no skincare routine was infallible.

He laughs, it's a sad laugh. "Of course, Tahjiko." She doesn't believe and she doesn't think he does either.

          This would be the time to pick a fight over something meaningless and fade out of Oikawa Tooru's life and become a lapse in concentration. This would be the time to cut ties with him, but instead she finds herself clinging closer to his torso. His body feels warm and safe and she wishes she knew why his back was so tense right at that moment.

          "Why aren't you sleeping at night then?" She murmurs, as the brunet sighs in her hold. He wants to shake her off and he wants to stay, there are so many things that he wants.

          "Because I can't see your beautiful face." He whispers back, why the hell are there tears in his eyes? Tooru remains as still as possible in an effort to wick away the tears without Tahji noticing form behind him.

          "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" Tahji can feel her heart breaking even though she's known Oikawa Tooru for a grand total of not even a month and she can tell that he's fighting back tears. He shakes his head slowly, looking at the ceiling tiles above them as she presses her cheek into his neck as they lean against his bed, Tahji can feel the left side of her body falling asleep but that doesn't really matter to her right now.

          "I'm going to tell Iwaizumi-san that you sprained your ankle during volleyball practice if you don't go to a doctor and get it checked out." Tahji mumbles against his ear as he looks back at her, the tears melting away as he turns from fear to trusty old defensive bitchiness.

          "It's fine. Don't worry about it Tahjiko." It tastes like unrefined steel to say those words but he says them anyways. It's a harsh lie, not the gentle ones he usually confines himself to.

Her fingers begin to trace warm patterns on his torso, she's not really getting angry with him, she just wants him to know that she knows something's wrong. "Tooru, it's not okay. You can conceal a limp and you can pretend like you're not suffering in PE, but intimacy is kinda my thing. And you can't hide things from me even if you try."

          "Well I'm sorry I'm not a sex god."

          "I'm not talking about that, you're the one who said we were in a relationship and that you wanted to care about me and against my entire instinct and working theory of humanity, I want to care about you too Tooru."

          "Are you crying right now, Tahji?" He asks quietly, feeling warm tears on his shoulder as she pulls back. Twisting his neck around as far as he can, he can see Tahjiko and her quivering chin and the tears falling off of her face. She looks devastatingly beautiful when she's crying.

Wiping her nose on the sleeve of her sweatshirt she takes a gulp of breath, the tears continue to stream as she cries silently. Tooru reaches over and grabs his down comforter, letting the cool light blue fabric tumble over the two as he presses himself to her side. He inhales before getting interrupted, "Shut up, I'm bad at expressing my emotions."

          "Well I can see that, you didn't need to point it out."

          "I'm leaving Shittykawa." She says with a dull smack that feels like a puff of air on his chest.

He sighs, his eyes gazing into hers. "No you're not. You're going to stay with me for another hour and then I'll walk you home and tomorrow I'll go see the sports physician at the school."

          "I can walk myself home."

          "You're my start-a-war-for-your-face gorgeous girlfriend, do you really think it would be okay for people to see you without my god-like beauty claiming you as my girlfriend?"

          "Yes." She deadpans as he rolls his eyes. Her eyes are just red now, but the tears have subsided for the meanwhile.

Tahji much prefers the take-what-you-want-and-let-everything-else-burn method, but if it takes crying to get her way and protect Tooru she'll just adapt to him.

         "I'll trade you one Oikawa Tooru-smelling article of clothing for your hand in walking back to your apartment."

         "You drive a hard bargain, Oikawa. But, I'll counter that you can walk me home if you go see a doctor today." She retorts, the covers are only stifling her breathing slightly, but it's fine she can get over it. Everything is blue and she can see the pair of moles resting beneath his left collarbone and feel his heart pulsating from withing his pulmonary cavity. It's a reassuring rhythm that she can fall asleep to, that she can live to.

          "Do you want to go now?"

          "No, Shittykawa, I want to stay here with you."

          "I can do that."