Infectious || IwaOi

7.

Prepare yer Bokuaka hearts (¬‿¬)

SUNSHINE

Oikawa felt like crap, the first thing that popped into his head at nine in the morning was, "All languages travel at the speed of sound, except sign language, which travels at the speed of light..."

Next was his grumbling and cursing at the sun that streamed right onto his face. He got up into a sitting posture, which he immediately regretted because his head started spinning and drifting in and out of a million dimensions. He felt an unpleasant feeling rise to his chest.

Knowing what it is, he darted clumsily to the bathroom, one of his hands clutched frantically at his pounding head through his brown hair.

Aaaand.... Out came the toxic alcohol that was in his system for hours, really, why couldn't it just digest.

Intense flashbacks from seventh grade biology about the dangers of alcohol made him shiver. He flushed the toilet and slumped, groaning.

I'm never, ever going drinking...

His mind worked so slowly as he grabbed his tooth brush and towel and jumped into the shower. He stripped out of last night's hastily thrown pyjamas and wondered why the heck they were inverted.

Then it hit him, and it hit him hard.

The bar, the choking, the talking, Iwa-chan, the walk home, the panic attack....

He dropped his toothbrush, "No no no no no..."

Iwa-chan didn't see him like that did he? He totally didn't tell him that he cared did he? He cursed at his fuzzy memory, images - most of them being Iwa-chan's face - resurfaced then sunk, he couldn't grasp at one train of thought.

It was like multiple trains on a few tracks trying not to crash.

He knew he invited Iwa-chan to his house, but then what did they do?

What did they do together???

A new train bombarded. 

No no no... Oikawa slapped the flush out of his cheeks, he hurriedly washed himself and got dressed, pulling his shirt over and jumping in his pants.

That's when he realized he wasn't the only one in the house. He opened his door and stepped out, and the smell of pancakes invaded his nose. There was talking - one, no, two people.

He fastened his belt and went into the kitchen, where he saw a guy leaning against the counter, his white and black streaked hair down and his biceps threatening to rip the blue t-shirt he was wearing.

He was chuckling at something the other boy said - it was none other than Keiji, wearing an apron and making pancakes, a small smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

They both whipped their heads towards the sound of Oikawa. "Tooru-kun!" The two-tone haired male embraced Oikawa in a big hug.

"Kou, let go of him." He heard Keiji say as he removed his apron.

"Bokuto?"

Oikawa's mind was slowly working the cogs into place. "Wait, how long were you here for?"

Keiji picked a mug for coffee, "Well, your boss called earlier and told me that you lost your alcohol virginity-"

"Congrats, by the way." Bokuto was jumping.

"-And then when I called you because you still had not handed in the final draft for the manga, I was told that you died and so being the wonderful human being I am-"