haikyuu snippets

crisis ;; oikawa t.

inspiration - asking anonymous people for the first character and word to come to mind: someone said oikawa and "crisis."

warning: knife and blood.

also, if you think that tooru oikawa is a really good driver, keep that to yourself, that's embarrassing.

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Silence was bliss. It was something you couldn't always get in your home. When headphones weren't practically a requirement. Silence was also something you sometimes longed for, but most of the time, you were void of it. As if the wheel of fate spun, creating your life before your eyes, and the one thing you were cursed to never have before you was true peace.

Silence wasn't something you always got, but when you got it, you knew it was sure to end right when you noticed it was there.

It was quiet. Too quiet, especially for the one you lived with. You made the mistake of stopping what you were doing to stare at the suddenly interesting wall with a blank look in your eye.

Cutting through the quiet from what you assumed was the kitchen was a scream, then something metallic hitting a hard surface, and then a shout of your name. Right when you noticed the peace that filled your home with not even an ounce of ambiance.

You put down your phone only to pick it back up-- hell, he probably died in the living room or something, you never knew what could happen at this point --on your way out of your shared room. Down the hall, you could hear whimpers of pain from your significant other from the kitchen.

You stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the wall to your side with your arms crossed over your chest. Your eyes were locked on the man in utter disappointment. "Nice job there, what'd you break?"

"Why do you have to assume I broke something?" With his back to the marble counter, Tooru switched his gaze from the floor to you. His right hand was clutching his left to his chest.

"Okay," you paused to correct yourself, "what'd you do?" The brunette stared at you, eyes narrowed at what you might say next. There was a hint of pain in his chocolate eyes. Whether emotional or physical pain, you couldn't tell yet. "I know you did something because you called for me. That, and I heard a scream."

He pulled his hands from his chest before hesitating to pull them back. "I cut myself." Immediately, you ran to him, trying to see what he did. You grabbed at his wrists, trying to pull them towards you so you could examine the injury. "Hey, easy with it!" He yelped.

"I'm trying to see what you did."

"I was just trying to cook something for you- hey, that hurts!" Tooru was too strong, you should have known. You could only struggle to pull his hands to you while he backed closer to the counter.

You stopped, still holding his wrists in an iron grip. "You can barely drive. You know I'll cook for you."

"Hey, I can drive!"

"Oh really?" He nodded in response. Your eyebrows raised as a smirk spread across your face. "Explain the two dents in your car."

"Okay, one was an accident-"

"And the scratch above the back tire."