Iwaoi- Why are You Doing This? Vampire Iwaizumi x Human Oikawa AU

The Only Thing You're Missing, Is Some Tape Over That Mouth...

DO NOT IGNORE BOLD UNDERLINE

TALK ABOUT RAPE/NON CON AND BLACKMAIL, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. I AM SO SORRY. TRIGGER WARNINGS (FOR RAPE/BLACKMAIL MENTIONS IN THIS CHAP) WILL START AND END WITH |!|.

IGNORE PLAIN BOLD IF U WANT!!
So yea, for some reason my teacher passed me- I got both failing grades up above an 80 even tho it has been like 2 weeks since the quarter ended??? Dunno how that happened but ok I'm not complaining.. ANYWAYS, the reason I'm saying this stuff is cause now I don't have anything in need of procrastination meaning that I'm prob not gonna write this stuff less often which doesn't really matter anyways cause I don't think anyone's actually reading this which I'm pretty happy about tbh-

The song I used for this chap is so beautiful but it's so sad- I feel kind of bad for disrespecting it by using it here.

Still Iwa POV-
I look down at the phone curiously, debating on whether or not I should invade the dudes privacy... Finally, I decide that it doesn't really matter cause he's gonna be dead soon anyway. (I fervently ignore how opposed I feel about actually killing him)

Opening the phone to the messages app (Why does this guy not have a password? Actually, I guess I can't judge cause I don't have one either...), I notice a bunch of concerned messages from a contact named "Makki"

Makki

Friday (Today)
6:21 am

GUESS WHO JUST
WALKED INNN

OK OK ILL TELL U

U DONT HAVE TO B
SO PERSUASIVE
KAWA UGH

I CAN FEEL UR
INTRIGUE THRU
THE SCREEN

OKAY SO ITS
THE HOT GUY
I WAS TALKING
ABOUT YESTERDAY

YAKNOW-

THE ONE WITH THE
EYEBROWS 👀

6:47

OIKAWA?

OIKAWA

DONT MAKE
ME USE UR
FULL NAME
MISTER.

OIKAWA TOORU
RESPOND THIS
INSTANT.

7:02 (Now)

Are you okay??

Oikawa?

Tooru?????

Seriously I'm
getting worried

Dude istg if this
is a prank.

The messages just kept coming in, this dude seriously knew how to spam text... I guess his concern is valid tho...

I glance over at Pretty Boy (Oikawa; my brain unnecessarily provides his name), he's pointedly looking out the window, shoulders tensed and attempting to be passive aggressive. When did I learn to read this kids emotions? Tf?!? And when did I start to care... OK WOAH WOAH, NO. I DO N O T CARE. But still...