#you can always tell when I'm writing “oikawa tooru is in denial” by the amount of italics used

[inevitableinfinity]

a silly oikage date(?) | 700 words | originally posted here

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“It’s not a date,” Tooru huffs to Iwaizumi. Because it’s not. He and Tobio just so happen to be going to the same event (the Elephants match) and since Kindaichi had also just so happened to ask them at the same time, their seats are next to each other’s. It’s not like any of this was planned.

“If it’s not a date, why are you asking me what you should wear?”

“Because the match is going to be televised, not because I care what stupid Tobio thinks about my outfit.” 

His friend gives him a long look before saying, “Sure.” 

What’s that supposed to mean?

“It’s not a date!” he hisses to Shouyou who calls while Tobio’s in the restroom.

“You’re having dinner with him right now!”

Him and Tobio agreeing to meet up for a quick, casual meal before the game means nothing. And they only agreed to then head over to the sports center from there together because it’s convenient. “You two eat dinner together all the time.”

Shouyou scoffs. “Right, because we’re friends. What’s your reason?”

“...It just happened.” 

His friend laughs. “Like how you two have happened to watch every single one of each other’s matches for the past decade? And how you happened to save his curry commercial to your phone? And how you—”

Tooru ends the call. There’s no use in arguing with delusional people.

“It’s not a date,” he grumbles at his social media accounts which are flooded with the breaking news that known rivals Oikawa and Kageyama are currently attending a volleyball match together. (“Weird place for a date, but it makes sense for those idiots,” says one post that Tooru has the sneaking suspicion is from Makki’s burner account.)

Social media loves to take the smallest detail and create a whole narrative so he knows he shouldn’t pay the rumors any mind. So long as he isn’t seen with Tobio in public ever again—which should be easy—things will blow over in a matter of time.

Before he closes the app, though, he catches sight of a photo someone managed to capture of them. He doesn’t understand what people are making such a fuss about. They’re both leaning in to talk to each other, shoulders barely touching, expressions a little softer than he remembers them being.

So what?

It’s not a date, he thinks to himself when he spots Tobio across the bar during the Elephants’ post-match celebration, talking to one of the players. Something white hot and unpleasant jolts through his body at the sight. Anyone with half a brain (so, anyone here other than Kageyama Tobio) can tell that the other guy is flirting—heavily.

Really, how can Tobio be so dense? The wing spiker is smiling down at him, tilting his head as if the bar is too loud (it’s not) and he needs to stand that close in order to hear Tobio.

The man places a hand on Tobio’s shoulder and Tooru’s legs start moving toward them before his brain can even process what’s happening. 

“Excuse me, I need to steal my date for a moment,” he says, flashing a charming smile at the wing spiker and gracefully removing the hand from Tobio’s shoulder so he can drag the other setter away.

“Uh, Oikawa-san? Is this a date?” Tobio asks once they’re outside.

Tooru scoffs, letting go of Tobio’s hand even though he doesn’t actually want to. “No, of course not. I was just rescuing a clueless idiot from an awkward situation. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Oh.” 

He doesn’t know if he’s imagining the disappointment in Tobio’s voice, but it prompts him to add, “Though, hypothetically, if you asked me on one, I might consider it.” 

Tobio blinks. “Oh. Okay. Will you go on a date with me, Oikawa-san?”

A smirk tugs on Tooru’s lips. “I’ll think about it.” Tobio gives him an unimpressed look and Tooru hmphs. “You’re no fun. Fine. One date. Sheesh.”

Nodding, Tobio says, “Okay. Let’s go.” But instead of heading back into the bar, Tobio starts to walk away. 

“Excuse me? Where are you going?” 

“We are going on a date,” Tobio calls over his shoulder, his own smirk visible even in the dim light. 

Tooru rolls his eyes as he catches up to Tobio. So annoying. He’s going to regret agreeing to this.

(Probably.)