Infectious || IwaOi

13.

I write too damn much....

Credits to artist Gusari<3

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"Are you sure...?"

"Yes."

"Where did you even get that?"

"I went shopping with a friend and she bought it for me, don't worry this one is new; you don't share 'em."

"Perfect, that doesn't sound misleading at all."

Oikawa was squirming in the plush blue chair, his hair had been blow dried and his clothes all prepped; dark jeans, a baby blue shirt and a black denim jacket.

And he still had five hours before the date.

Akaashi's room was more... aesthetic than he imagined.

He always knew that the boy had a good sense of fashion but he never imagined it reflected on his room.

A queen-sized bed was plopped towards the end at the east, next to it was a big desk with all sorts of markers, colours and - was that a toy tattoo gun?

He wasn't sure; the room was strewn with a few vines and the lights were low, next to the bathroom at the west was a small step in parlour; a mirror table and many lights.

Obviously the previous owner was a female.

Or Akaashi was a specific breed of gay... in a way.

The only things in the room that suggested someone else's presence were a signed volleyball, a poster of some Indie-rock band and the volleyball jersey that was on the bed.

That's cute...

Oikawa was currently sitting in front of the mirror table, his jacket clutched in his hands and the violent whiff of some strange perfume didn't seem to go well, making him occasionally splutter.

"Ok," said Akaashi, holding up a strange stick and leaning towards him; Oikawa shivered and sneezed again, a shudder going up his body, "This is called mascara."

"Oh, I've heard of that."

"Indeed, you're not Partick."

"Huh-" His sentence was cut off by another sneeze, but this time he managed to hold it in but it made his head spin.

"Now, close your eyes." He leaned forward, after grinning at Oikawa's little, "Kyooh."

"Please don't stab me in the eye."

"Relax..."

Oikawa did the opposite of relaxing, his face was contorted in trying to hold in his sneezes, his leg was bouncing, forcing a spark of pain in his knee and he kept yabbering, questioning the concentrated male on how dates work, since he had never been to one.

"Just... wing it."

Oikawa scrunched his nose, "So, like, burn the restaurant down?"

Akaashi rolled his eyes, "Take a look."'

Oikawa looked at the mirror in front of him and oh damn.

Whatever this brush thing was, it did an amazing job; his naturally thick and brown eyelashes were tinted and curled up, making his eyes pop.

He also noticed that his hair was styled up with gel, his undercut exposed and a few front long strands hung down, the rest of the puffiness slicked back. His face seemed to have been powdered, his face red due to his blushing but other than that he looked toned down, yet sharper.

It was hard for him to explain it but it was almost like Akaashi made him look.... More like himself by embellishing his notable features.

"Wow..."

"Yup, he's so gonna fall for you."

Oikawa looked at the other boy who was leaning against the wall, "Thanks."

He waved it away, "I just wanna hear the spicy details. Make him question his innocence." He winked, causing Oikawa to look away.

Another sneeze exploded from him and he held a tissue to his face, "Damn, it must be the powder."

"Oh yeah, sorry."

He looked at his watch, it read twelve past three, he threw his hands up, "Well, now what am I supposed to do?"

Akaashi shrugged, "You can watch a movie, I have an awesome collection."

"Cloud Atlas?"

He sighed heavily, "I hate that movie, but yep. Have fun." He grabbed his jacket.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I have a date with my boyfriend." He smiled.

"Oh, well, have fun. And thanks a lot."

Akaashi analysed this for sarcasm, and after finding none, he gave Oikawa a hug and headed out.

Oikawa jammed his hands into his pockets and waved the boy out the door, which later clicked shut.

The house was silent, he was in a strange environment with no other soul.

Maybe I should just watch a movie...

Oikawa plopped himself on the couch and turned the tv on, pulling on his jacket closer after realising he was freezing.

But twenty minutes in and his eyes were drooping down, forcing exhaustion over his body. He raised the volume to keep himself awake but it didn't work. After letting out a wet cough he closed his eyes for a little while.

It's just a prolonged blink.

And he passed out.

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I'm currently trying to function with less than 2 hrs of sleep and my head is LITERALLY killing me. Like, someone split it open like they did with Zeus I just wanna die rn.

School's an ass. I have no friends, my brother just met bumblebee in Sweden and is living his life. My grades might as well b plummeting and it's been 87 days since I've last had a hug.

Idk... i just wanna get wasted and jump off a cliff.....

sorry for ze rant