Creativity Must Be Present {Oneshots for The Boiz(tm)}

Loyalty

Koutaro Bokuto x Cheated! Kind! Male Reader

(Personally, for music I'd suggest In Time by Roan Martin, YOUTH by Troye Sivan, and Yellow by Yoh Kamiyama ((no specific order)). Not really for the "theme" of this one-shot but, more for the vibe I guess ^-^)

"Tooru!" (Y/n) shouted, moving this around frantically as he was on the search for the final piece of his tux.

"Yeah?" Oikawa asked, standing in the doorway.

"Do you know where my bowtie went?" The (shorter/taller) asked, still looking under the bed, in the bed, on top of shelves, on tables, and looking through various different draws.

"I have it right here." Tooru reached into his pocket, pulling out a (f/c) untied bowtie ribbon. (Is it called a ribbon??)

"Ah, thanks!" (Y/n) jogged to the other side of the room to grab it, leaning (up/in/down) to give his boyfriend a kiss.

However, the brunette turned his head slightly, forcing the other to kiss him on the cheek instead.

(Y/n) chuckled dryly, a strained smile on his lips as he made his way to the bathroom for some minor touch-ups and to tie his snazzy bowtie.

'If that wasn't a tell, I don't know what is...' The (h/c) haired teen thought to himself.

'Guess Prom's gonna be real interesting.'

××××

(Y/n) had already had suspicions on Oikawa being involved in another relationship with someone else. More specifically, Iwaizumi.

There wasn't hardly ever a day that (Y/n) and Oikawa were out and about alone, just the two of them. No, Aoba Johsai's ace was always there. And when there was an extremely rare day that Iwaizumi couldn't make it, the flirtatious brunette would be gloomy all day.

Although (Y/n) had reasons to back up his accusations, he didn't say anything about it. He was waiting for his ever drifting boyfriend to mention it.

It's been a month. A whole month that neither of them had ever said anything.

(Y/n) talked to his friends Akaashi and Bokuto from Fukurodani about it frequently. Bokuto always stayed silent and really out of character while Akaashi kept trying to get the (h/c) haired teen to end it.

He always came up with an excuse not to, though.

But he knew that as soon as he and Tooru stepped inside the gym, this was gonna be the last time he would ever be beside him, hand-in-hand.

Why?

It was in his eyes. The way they lit up when he saw the shorter across the room at the food table, a cup of definitely spiked punch in hand.

(Y/n)'s heart sank as Oikawa wiggled his hand out of the other's, sauntering happily over to his best friend.

'Yeah... no doubt about it..' He frowned, still ignoring near the doors to the gym.

Watching the two intently, he was almost unaware of everyone else packed inside the building. The blaring music made his head pound harder, making his ears ache.

He was thankful there was another table next to him that was covered in unfinished drinks.

Before he realized it, he had already finished them all. Including a fresh cup handed to him by Terushima.

It seemed as if everything had slowed down to a complete stop; the only people moving were Oikawa and Iwaizumi as their lips moved against each other, completely in synch.