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It was late. The smell of booze and sweat filled Oikawa's nose causing him to scrunch it in disgust. The music was loud as he maneuvered his way through the thick crowd of bodies with Iwazumi following closely behind.
They make their way to a table with an assortment of drinks on it. Oikawa grabs a bottle of an unknown drink and pours it into a glass. "Don't drink your sorrows away, it won't make you feel any better," Iwazumi says as he grabs a bottle of water and chugs it himself.
"This was meant to be a victory party," He sneers while taking a sip of the pungent liquid. He shakes his head and downs the rest of his drink.
"Becoming drunky-kawa isn't going to help that," Iwazumi says as he puts a hand on his arm to stop Oikawa from pouring another drink.
"I don't want it to help," He says while shrugging him off, "I just want to forget," His eyes then linger to the center of the dance floor. You were swaying to the beat of the music, with your head back and mouth filled with laughter. It used to be his favorite sight, except for the guy swaying beside you with his hands on your hips. "I wanna forget about a lot of things."
Iwaizumi follows his gaze to you and scowls, "You shouldn't forget about her. You don't have the right to, because it was your own damn fault."
He was right. It was Oikawa's fault you broke up.
You loved Oikawa and he loved you. The beginning of your relationship was sweet and loving. He would walk you to your classes with an arm around your waist and lovingly press a kiss to your forehead before parting ways. You would wear his volleyball jacket and cheer the loudest at his games. He would fight off his fangirls while you chuckled beside him and he would flick your forehead before swooping you up in his arms to carry you home. It was perfect.
But things quickly turned sour once inter-high prelims came closer. An arm around the waist turned into his arms crossed across his body and him giving his jacket turned into him wearing it up until a game started. He spent all of his free time with his teammates discussing game strategy and their upcoming opponents. When he did speak with you, the only topic that came up was Ushijima or Kageyama.
There were no more cuddles or cheek kisses. He wouldn't text you goodnight and good morning. There was no more romance. You thought there was no more love.
After over a month of him being distant, the last straw you had was after he skipped a date you had planned out without even telling you. You broke up with him the next day.
While Iwaizumi wasn't looking, Oikawa poured a drink and downed it quickly. But he wouldn't be drunk for a long time. Lots of parties and dances, many with you, had made him build up his alcohol tolerance.
