Play Date (Oihina)

Play Date What if? (Bad Ending)

AUTHOR NOTES:
This was supposed the true ending of this story however, I didn't really felt like writing it so I kept in til this story ends. I hope you like this :>
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Up until now, no matter how much time have passed... I still wonder...

If I chased after you on that day...

If I stopped hiding myself...

If I told you my true feelings and my sorrows...

Could things be different?
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20XX (Location: Tooru's Apartment)

Snow piled on the windowsill of the dark gloomy apartment room. Water drops dripping from the slightly opened faucet. Bottles of alcohol and cans of beer lined up on the table. Messy bed and the floor toppled with dirty cloths. Oikawa Tooru woke up from the sound of windows chirping at that early morning. He groaned as he felt his headache due to a bad hangover. He drank his problems away.

Every night after every single day, after the exhausting work as a salary man... After the noises from the news about a certain genius setter... He finds himself sit on a chair on his apartment and there, he picks up his favorite glass (A glass gave to him by a certain orange haired boy), he grabs his ice tray, soothed by the sound of the falling ice at the bottom of the glasswear, he poured the bitter alcohol, reminiscing to his past.

Oikawa Tooru, age is 30, status single, working at Sendai Bank, working as a salary man with a fine wage.

At every reunion and at every family meetings, he would always hear the usual chatter around him.. about him... Why did the so called strong player and captain from the famed school quit volleyball? His passion?

The answer was quite simple, he quitted because he had no reason to do it anymore. At one point of his life, he forgot how to do a jump serve, the bouncing sound of the ball whose tune was like those of an orchestra to him suddenly became as a noise, a disturbance to his ears. That is when he realized, he fell out of love to volleyball... And just like how he did before, he simply let it go... Hesitations: Yes, Regrets: Yes, Was it right: Unknown.

Oikawa Tooru, is a man whom his friends are concerned about, they would have never thought that he would quit volleyball, it was his passion and it was his beloved sports since childhood. What made him fell out of love, was something they would never know, out of concern they would always pay visits to him just to see if he was truly okay.

For him, he lived a satisfactory life. He had food to eat, he had the money to buy things that he needs, he gets a warm bath everyday and it was simple or rather bland. If he was his younger self, he would have never imagine to grow up and become a salary man, it wasn't a bad job and yet he felt like it is wrong? Were there things that could have been fated to him? Did he made a mistake for his life to make a sudden detour?

His head felt like a mess, confused by a problem he can't exactly describe. Unable to know what he did right or wrong, Oikawa Tooru only lived his life, he went with the flow of time. Bringing his thoughts, to a certain event from the last few months.

{POV: Oikawa Tooru} (Time: A few months from the current timeline, Location: Wedding Venue)

The loud cheers and music filled the whole venue. The sound of taking pictures, congratulations and greeting filled the space, the sound of wine pouring to each individual glasses, the clanking of wine glasses and  lively laughter filled the whole place. It was a bright day for each one of them, except Oikawa Tooru, the best man of that wedding, the special day of his best friend Iwaizumi Hajime and his girlfriend since highschool.

Oikawa sat at furthest chair making him unnoticeable by the crowd. He simply enjoyed his solitude, drinking slowly his wine that contradicted the white suit he was wearing whose design were similar to the groom. Everything seemed bland to him at that day, he was probably happy that his friend found the special someone, but it felt so right and wrong to him that it even soured the taste of wine and the cake that was supposed to be so sweet tasted nothing to his mouth. He was faking a smile to those who talk to him, not truly paying attention to the guests who talks to him, delivering his speech with an empty heart and lastly giving his gift to the groom with a bittersweet smile and then he spoke that word.

"Congratulations."

(Back to present)

Oikawa took another sip of his bitter alcohol, that took him to a memory, a distinct memory to someone who is special to him, probably special... His mind was a mess, that he wasn't able to know if that boy was special to him or not.

(20XX: A few weeks back from present Location: Tooru's Apartment)

"Oikawa- san, I have to go." Spoken by the boy whose voice was low and stern. The boy slowly stood up, sweat sticking to his naked body probably because of their late night activity... The boy picked up his clothes that he immediately found from the messy pile on the floor, he buttoned his shirt and he wore his pants and then he combed his orange colored hair.

"Hinata, you're already leaving?" Oikawa groaned as he fixed his gaze and blink his eyes to see the manly figure before him.

"Sadly, yes, I have a date by lunch." Hinata coldly replied without even batting an eye to the older boy who was staring at him.

"Will we meet again?" Oikawa curiously asked as he averted his eyes from the boy to his window.

"If I felt like doing it, with you then I will consider, bye Oikawa- san, take care." Hinata uttered before closing the door and head to his date.

Oikawa wasn't even able to reply or send him off properly, the older boy sighed to himself but they weren't lovers... They only seek satisfaction from one another, so there wasn't a point for them to meddle with the other's private life. Oikawa stared at the mirror before him, he saw his reflection and was ashamed for some reason.. regret fills his heart and a stray tear flowed to his cheek. He looked so torned.

(Back to present)
Up until now, no matter how much time have passed... I still wonder...

If I chased after you on that day...

If I stopped hiding myself...

If I told you my true feelings and my sorrows...

Could things be different?

Tooru suddenly broke into laughter and tears streamed down from his eyes that he roughly tried to wipe. He felt so torn, he felt pity to himself... Why was he so troubled? he never knew the exact reasons, maybe he was denying it or not. He let himself to stray off from his dreams. He withdrew himself from his friends and from his family. He kept his heart hidden from the sole boy who was able perceive his heart, and now that boy and his chance with him is long gone...

Tooru hesitated for too long... So long, that he missed all the signs and the gifts that the boy gave him for the past years they had together, so long that he told the boy such cruel and cold words that he clearly didn't deserve, he pushed him away and then it all backfired to Tooru.

When Tooru, realized his feelings it was already too late... He told the younger boy when they were in highschool. That being friends will only make things complicated, he excused that they were enemies, that their ages was different and other sorts of excuses. So from that time on, they never became friends nor a confidant whom they will reveal their feelings, as years passed they no longer knew each other. Yet they were still in contact for their physical satisfactions.... They would meet up and have sex and then the cycle would continue.

The day, Tooru realized his mistakes and his feelings was the same day that he received a certain letter. It was an invitation, the invitation for the wedding of Hinata Shouyou, once again he lost the man whom he loved.

Tooru settled with the same suit he wore from Iwaizumi's wedding and then he picked up his beloved bottle of champagne as present to the newly weds, he looked at the mirror and practiced his fake smile.

He looked straight to the mirror, and he smiled, tears still streaming slowly... And the he slowly spoke the magic word...

"Congratulations."
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My play date, Hinata.. goodbye, goodbye my beloved Shouyou... The one who was supposed to be mine.