#oikawa angsr

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truth or drink!

this is based off the cut’s truth or drink series!!

oikawa : hi!

you : hi, uh- my name’s y/n.

oikawa : i’m oikawa, and we… met on tinder.

you send a death glare in his direction and oikawa smiles sheepishly. as this happens, the text that hovers above the two of you says, ‘these “friends” will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.’

oikawa : i'm jokiiing- stop looking at me like that-

you : we met in high school.

[are you… friends with benefits?]

you : yeah.

[what does that mean?]

oikawa : we’re best friends. but we also fu-

you step on his toes immediately, making him wince and pause in the middle of his sentence.

oikawa : ow, ow, fine- we sleep with each other.

[how often do you sleep with each other?]

you : next question-

oikawa : every day. they just can’t get enough of me-

he sends a wink to the camera while you groan.

you : tooru, stop exaggerating this or i swear-

oikawa : you wanna go first?

you shake your head, motioning for oikawa to take a card.

you : no, you go.

oikawa hums, his knees bumping into yours when he shifts in his seat and reads out the card.

oikawa : hm… what should we call our relationship?

you : um… we’re friends, i guess?

oikawa : best friends.

you :

oikawa : that fu- sleep with each other.

you narrow your eyes.

you : did you really have to add the best friends part?

his brown, fluffy hair bounces as he nods.

you : … i don’t know what you’re talking about, iwaizumi’s my best friend.

you stick your tongue out at him. oikawa shakes his head in denial.

oikawa : they’re lying. we’re best friends.

you roll your eyes playfully. widening his grin, oikawa knows he has won when he sees you try to fight off a small smile.

you : next question.

oikawa : your turn.

you : oh… this one-

oikawa chuckles at the groan you let out.

you : let’s just drink.

oikawa : nooo, what’s the question anyways?

you avert your focus on oikawa, who was blinking way too innocently for your liking. you furrow your eyebrows at him. he smiles with an eyebrow raised.

you : on the count of three, name who likes who more in this relationship?

he snorts, attempting to pass it off as a cough. you grumble under your breath.

oikawa : isn’t it obvious?

you : i hate you.

oikawa : it’s clearly y-

you : no, wait- ugh, fine. let’s just say it on the count of three.

oikawa : fine. one.

you : two.

oikawa : three.

you and oikawa : you.

oikawa has a gleaming white smile carved onto his face while you fold your arms and huff in annoyance.

you : see-

oikawa : well… you did confess to me that one time-

you : i was drunk!

oikawa : well, you know what they say, drunk minds speak sober minds.

you :

oikawa : you even told me how hot you think i am~

oikawa leans forward and rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

you: well- uh- well, i wasn’t the one that got jealous of iwaizumi!

you flick his forehead.

oikawa : ow-

he flinches and moves away to lean against the back of his chair.

oikawa : i mean, to be fair i didn’t know you and iwa are that close to each other!

you recall the amount of times iwaizumi has comforted you whenever you see oikawa leave parties with someone else that’s not you. you purse your lips as the memories come rushing in, unaware of how oikawa’s grumbling under his breath.

you : we are close to each other! you’re just never there when we talk.

oikawa’s jaw slackens. you laugh softly, quickly pushing the memories to the back of your mind before it brings your mood down.

oikawa : you guys hang out without me?

you : yes? why, are you jealous?

you smirk at him before turning to the camera. you miss the flustered expression on his face that was gone within a second.

you : he’s so jealous.

oikawa : am not!

oikawa : so…

y/n : so…?

oikawa : this one’s interesting.

you tilt your head, wordlessly asking him to read out the question.

oikawa : does it hurt your feelings when i sleep with other people that aren’t you?

your eyes widen a fraction.

you : … does it hurt your feelings?

oikawa : no, it’s my question. you answer.

you : um…

you avoid his eyes, opting to look down at your shoes that are sandwiched in between his.

you : it might, i guess.

oikawa : … you guess?

you : i mean, i’d definitely hate it if you were hooking up with your ex. you know how much i hated them.

both of you wince at the memory of his toxic ex, and oikawa scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

you : you should’ve-

oikawa : i know. i should’ve listened to you.

you : mhm.

oikawa : well, i’m not hooking up with anyone else.

you : you’re… not?

oikawa : it’s, uh… it’s been a while.

you look back up just in time to see him shrug.

[ask him when was the last time he slept with someone other than you.]

you : oh, uh, when was the last time you slept with someone other than me?

oikawa : uh…

you notice how oikawa’s avoiding your eyes.

you : was it… recent?

oikawa : it was last summer, i think. so, no? not recent?

[were they cuter than y/n?]

you briefly glance at the director, nervous of what oikawa’s about to say. to your relief, he shakes his head.

you : … no?

oikawa : no.

you : this one…

you blink at the words before you, rereading it mentally over and over again.

oikawa : what is it?

oikawa leans forward onto his elbows, adjusting the glasses that rest on the tip of his nose. you swat away the hand that tried to reach for your card.

you : where… is the weirdest place we had sex?

oikawa : oh, definitely th-

you : NO, tooru-

oikawa : what-

you : we’re drinking.

oikawa sighs in faux disappointment. you stare daggers at him, and he pretends he doesn’t see. you step on his shoes again for his attention, and the yelp he lets out elicits laughter from the crew. the shot cuts to both of oikawa pouring you a shot of liquor and both of you downing the shot.

oikawa : … it was fun, though.

you : shut. up.

oikawa : would you have a threeway with me?

pausing from rearranging the cards that were haphazardly strewn across the table, you hum in thought.

you : sure.

not expecting the straightforward answer, oikawa almost chokes on his own spit.

you : what?

oikawa : you’re joking… right?

you : … yeah? duh? it’s not like i’ll reveal the answer in front of these cameras.

oikawa : o-oh. yeah. okay.

you : were you… expecting me to say yes…?

oikawa : no. definitely not.

you blink at him when he answers a bit too fast. he blinks back at you. a few moments pass, and oikawa clears his throat to get rid of the unnamed tension in the air.

oikawa : so… we’re drinking to this one?

you : um… yeah.

both of you down the shot in awkward silence. you don’t think about how it’s probably not the alcohol that’s painting his face red.

you take one of the last two cards in front of you.

you : oh! i’ve actually been wanting to ask him this myself.

oikawa : hm?

you : so, tooru… when are you going to introduce me to your parents?

oikawa scratches his chin in contemplation.

you : they’d love me, y’know?

you grin playfully. oikawa smiles, and the sincerity behind it throws you off.

oikawa : they probably would. even my sister loves you.

you : oh, i know. once she told me that she’d replace you for me with no hesitation.

oikawa : that was so uncalled for-

you laugh. oikawa smiles. you think it’s from the memory, but it’s really from the sound of your laughter.

oikawa : whatever, takeru’s on my side.

you glance at the cameras with a knowing look on your face. oikawa silently watches you as you mouth ‘no, he’s not’ to the camera, the corners of his lips tugging upwards at the sight.

you : so?

oikawa : … huh?

you : when are you introducing me to your parents?

oikawa : oh.

you :

oikawa : when you date me.

taken by surprise, your mouth forms an ‘o’. oikawa laughs.

you : that’s- that’s foul! i wasn’t expecting that- stop laughing!

[what makes your relationship that much different from someone who says they’re in a committed relationship?]

you : well… hm…

oikawa : it’s not that much different, to be honest.

you : actually, yeah.

oikawa : the difference is just that one of us wouldn’t commit.

oikawa stares at you pointedly. you purse your lips.

[why?]

you : i… i don’t know… well, i was young. and insecure. and he had fans that i don’t wanna mess with. has, actually. so i just thought it’d be bad if we got into a relationship.

oikawa : … thought?

you :

oikawa : you thought it’d be bad? so… you don’t think so anymore?

you : … keep that up and it’s gonna change to think.

oikawa raises his hands up in defense. this time, oikawa lets you see the sincere (you’re not sure but, lovesick, perhaps) smile he has been sporting every time you’re turned away from him.

you : last one?

your head whips to the crew standing behind the cameras. they nod in response.

oikawa : my turn, right?

you : mhm.

oikawa takes the last card. his eyes scan the words before him, before looking up and boring a hole into your skill with his gaze.

oikawa : do you love me?

you :

oikawa :

you : yeah.

oikawa :

you : yeah, of course.

oikawa : like, in a… i-want-to-be-your-significant-other kind of way or…

you : do you… want me to be…?

oikawa : did i not make that clear enough?

silence hangs heavy on your shoulders, and you look away from his intense stare. you blame the two shots of alcohol for the sudden surge of boldness in oikawa’s behavior.

you : at least… at least take me out on a proper date first–

oikawa : okay, then it’s settled. i’m picking you up this friday. okay?

you finally muster up the courage to look back at him.

you : … okay.

it’s silent for a few seconds, but it’s not like last time. it’s comfortable. warm. you return oikawa’s smile.

oikawa : did we just have our ‘the fault in our stars’ moment?

you : that’s it, you ruined it.

loud laughter from the crew is heard as the scene fades to black. the director shouts ‘it’s a wrap!’ as oikawa apologizes a multitude of times, telling you he’ll treat you for a week in exchange for your forgiveness. you forgive him. oikawa shouts ‘yes!’, clamping a hand over his mouth when he realizes he’s being too loud, and you laugh at his antics.

special cut!!!

oikawa : read the last booty call i sent you.

you : oh my god.

you pick up your phone that has been sitting on your lap, sighing.

you : see, here’s the thing about oikawa tooru.

oikawa chuckles.

you : he doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to these things. he just… straight up tells you what he wants.

you scroll through the endless sea of chat bubbles, looking for the texts that he sent a few days ago. and when you finally found the text you were looking for, you look back to oikawa’s expectant eyes.

you : are you sure you want me to read this?

oikawa nods, pressing his lips together to stifle the laughter bubbling up his throat. you look at the director.

you : i think you might have to bleep this out…

[that’s okay. let’s hear it.]

you take a deep breath.

you : keep in mind i was at work when he sent this. okay-

you clear your throat.

you : tuesday, 1 pm. can i come over tonight? i want you to-

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