There's a void Oikawa Tooru needs to fill. It is slowly consuming him, slowly taking away his humanity, until he will be nothing but skin and dust no more. He tries to fill this black hole with girls, drugs, and sex, but nothing seems to work. It ju...
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awakes wrapped in Iwaizumi's arms. It is so pleasant that he sits there for a solid ten minutes before he realizes he shouldn't be here. Oikawa blinks the morning sunlight out of his eyes and tries to recollect the event of last night. There was drinking, aliens (???), and...
oh.
he spilled his guts out.
iwaizumi knows what his dad did.
he's gonna hate Oikawa.
he's gonna think it's disgusting.
he's gonna leave.
Oikawa chokes back his hypriventilating and tenderly removes himself from Iwaizumi's grasp. His hands start to shake as he stumbles into the kitchen, a rock in his throat. It's fine. If he pretends everything is normal, it'll all be fine.
everything is fine.
Oikawa opens the fridge door and pulls out some bread which he proceeds to toast & butter. He hears Iwaizumi yawn from the bedroom and shuffle to the bathroom. Oikawa freezes. He gulps but plates the food, sliding it onto the dining table.
"Good morning, Oikawa," Iwaizumi greets as he walks into the dining area, his voice soft.
"Good morning, Iwa-chan," Oikawa chokes out, his words strangled. They stare in silence at another before Oikawa speaks once more. "You hate me at this point, right?" he blurts, looking to the floor.
"Huh?" Iwaizumi is shocked Oikawa remembers the conversation he had with him, and is even more shocked that he is reacting like this. "Of course not, Tooru! I'd never hate you! I hate that horrible man who did all those things to your family. I'm so sorry. You never deserved to be treated like that. But if you need me anytime, I'm here. I've got your back."
Oikawa looks up, his lip trembling. "You... you don't mean that. No one does," he spits bitterly. Iwaizumi puts his hand on Oikawa's arm, who looks at him in surprise.
"I do. Why do you think I've stuck with you since we were five?" Iwaizumi chuckles, trying to lighten the moment. Oikawa gives him a tight, quick, smile, one that's very un-Oikawa-like. Iwaizumi's gaze travels down Oikawa's arm and stops at his wrist.
Shit, Oikawa thinks. His sleeve is rolled up. He had forgotten to put it back down. Iwaizumi snatches up Oikawa's arm and rolls up his sleeve all the way.
