MARTINI BLUE oikawa tooru

fourteen. TAKE IT BACK LIKE THE CUPID SHUFFLE

     

          IN THE LONG NEEDLESSLY COMPLICATED HISTORY OF BAD IDEAS, Okonome Tahjiko has contributed her decent share. There was that time when she jumped out a second story window and broke her ankle trying to avoid a borderline psychopathic sex offender who wanted to do something involving knives with her so she bailed hardcore, the time when she ran into the street in front of a driver that had no intention of stopping in order to throw a five year old out of the way (thankfully they were both safe), the time when she cut her sister's hair with around a bowl while she was sleeping in fifth grade and Mariko broke her nose. The list goes on.

Out of that track record of bad ideas, Tahjiko had never once had anything similar to returning to an (ex?) boyfriend. Actually there was that one time with the sugar daddy and the foot fetish, but that's in her history now. He was in jail and she was a hero, wow! Daniel dropped her off in front of Tooru's home in the middle of the night, and she could tell that he was there because of the glow from his monitor through the window. Also she just had a feeling, because outside of volleyball and hanging out with his nephew there wasn't a lot that Tooru did in his free time.

           Her friends speed off, leaving her in the dust as she tries to talk herself back into this. After Paris' confrontation she suddenly had confidence but it all dissipated as soon as she stepped foot onto his property. She was going to throw up before she would tell him that she was sorry. Tahji never really said sorry for her actions either, it was always a quick smirk before she passed by people, undermining their self-esteem and confidence. Karma really is a bitch.

She pulls out her phone, she's suddenly aware of how stalker-ish she probably looks leaning against the wall of somebody else's house. Tahji's aware of how her heart presses against her chest and how her fingers shake. It's really cold outside and she wishes she was wearing more than one of Araragi's old sweatshirts.

  

YOU ARE NOW TALKING TO TRASHYKAWA!

oktahji

hi are you awake?

trashykawa

regrettably.

oktahji

I owe you an apology and an explanation.

trashykawa

fuck yeah you do

oktahji

an u open teh window?

trashykawa

you're not that bad of a dumbass

right?

 

          Oikawa looks up at his window. She can't possibly be dumb enough to be running around in the snow, right? Her face suddenly swings into the frame as he jumps backward. It's like a jumpscare, but instead of mechanical animals it's the face of his girlfriend that may or may not be angry with him for something he doesn't even know.

He reaches over and unlocks the window as quietly as possible, Tahji's jumping on the crunching grass in an effort to retain as much warmth as possible as he slides it open painfully slowly to avoid waking his parents or nephew in the other rooms. As soon as he steps back from the window she almost dives in, relishing the warmth of home as he closes the window again. Even though they fought, it's kind of cute to see her like this.

          "You're such a dumbass." He mutters tossing his comforter on her shaking figure, making her look like a shaking worm instead of a cold girl. Tooru has this sinking feeling that this kind of exasperation doesn't even compare to what Iwa-chan thinks when he gets distracted.

This is awkward, Tahji knows this isn't a good idea, swallowing her pride was something that never happened easily for her, but she sits down on the bed anyways, his monitor is playing some volleyball match but Tahji can't discern what's happening. Her shaking hands open her Notes app. She would be truly lost without the program.

         "Did you write out what you were going to say?" He snorts as she nods shamelessly, it feels like she caught a cold from her five minutes outside. Showing him her screen crammed with text as she enlarges it, taking a few quivering breaths. This really is a dumb idea, later on she'll blame it on being stupidly in love with a boy who's trust she broke and then had the audacity to show up at his house in the middle of the night to read him a stupid soliloquy.

Erasing the thoughts distracting her with a few shakes of her head she steals a glance at the boy fully judging her. "Tooru, I want to apologize for lying to you and for being a bad girlfriend. You just wanted me to let you take care of me and I wasn't prepared to have support like that. I'm used to things going to hell, but you're not like that. You're safe and smart, and you care about me. I should also respect your boundaries, having the amount of determination about volleyball as you do is only expected given your history on the team. I abused your trust and I hurt you. So I'm sorry. I also hope that we can still be friends, because you're still a good person and I like you a lot even though you probably don't like me anymore."

Oikawa's silent for a few minutes as he finally sits down on the bed next to Tahjiko. They're not very close together, but she's still shaking partly out of nervousness and also because her feet are fucking ice blocks.

          "Come here dumbass." He says, nudging her arm as she lets him inside her cocoon of warmth. Tooru can't remember the last time he was so warm or the last time he slept, Tahjiko beams in the dark, kicking off her shoes and nudging her frozen feet beneath his body.

          "Stop it, you're too cold." He mewls as she laughs softly. Tooru's so warm and he's hers and she couldn't be prouder.

He pushes them down on the bed swaddled in their duvet as she shuffles around to face him, their knees knocking against each other slightly. Her feet are still uncomfortably cold and so is the rest of her apparently as she dips down out of sight slightly. His upper body suddenly ensnared with her arms underneath his sweatshirt as he squirms in the cold.

            "You're such a sadist. I regret forgiving you."

Slowly, the cold bleeds into warmth as Oikawa drifts to sleep with the girl of his dreams safe in his grasp.