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April showers bring may flowers? What a joke, he thought, his chin resting against his palm.
He looked over at the empty seat next to him and sighed. What did he expect?
“Act 3 scene 1, marks the death of Mercutio, in a rather violent manner. Why do you think Mercutio died so relatively early in the book? What purpose does that have?” The teacher turned to the students, a piece of chalk in his hand, ready to note anything of importance.
Why did he? Was it loyalty? Was it devotion? Was it love?
His phone violently vibrated inside his pocket and Oikawa took it out to a message :
“can we talk?” from Miya Atsumu 9:59
He sighed, debating on whether letting the other wait or turning off his phone. In the end, he did neither as he picked up his device to answer a quick ‘sure’ before looking up at the board.
Maybe it showed how infatuated he was with Atsumu, despite his grudge against him at the moment. Well, it wasn't like he was actively trying to hide it, so he didn't feel any shame.
His phone vibrated again when the teacher was about to give the correct answer. Maybe he should've listened, but it didn't matter. It would probably not be on the final exam. And he had his priorities.
"cool cya"
That's all?
He's a bit disappointed.
Did Atsumu not feel any guilt leaving him in the middle of a party HE invited him to?
His phone vibrated again.
"btw sorry for leaving u so fast yesterday"
His throat felt tight; he didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad.
Atsumu was standing by the doorway, outside his apartment. It would have been nice, if it weren’t for the trepidation running in his veins.
“Hi” He said awkwardly, “ So” He cleared his throat, “ What did you want to talk about?”
Atsumu fidgeted slightly, conflicted.
“I-”
“You?”
"Remember the party?"
"The one where you left me in the middle of?" He said, a bit salty.
"I said I was sorry" Atsumu mumbled now looking at anything except Oikawa.
Look at me, have eyes for only me.
Oikawa sighed, "Cut to the chase, Atsumu. I don't have all night."
I do if it's for you.
The blond worried his lips. “ Sakusa asked me out”, he finally blurted out.
Oh?
“And what does that have to do with me?” Oikawa couldn’t help the bitter tone in his voice.
“Well, I-” He bit his lips again, “Ya- We did that, and I’ve just been thinking about it, because I’ve never did that with anyone yknow?”
“What? Did what”
“I dunno like kissing, holding hands and stuff that uh lovers do, ya know? I just- normally I don't just do that out of nowhere and with anybody yeah? And I've been thinking about it real hard, alright? Like really hard and I just think that uh" Atsumu's voice wobbled. " I think I lov-" Oikawa shushed him with his index finger.
“Don’t complicate things that don’t need to be complicated” He said rather coldly
I don’t mean it, please
“You like Sakusa too don’t you?”
I like you, please don’t leave.
“I-” Atsumu twisted his fingers, “I-”
“It’s alright”
It’s not,
“We can act like that never happened? Maybe even stay as friends?”
You’ll never love me as much as you love him.
Atsumu frowned and looked away.
I’m doing this for you, so why are you upset?
"Has it been one sided all along?" The blond asked in a small voice
No
"Yes"
Atsumu has never looked so dejected.
"I'm sorry"
"Don't, just don't, yeah ya know what yer right, let's just pretend this never happened. Alright?"
Don't say that
"Yeah" Oikawa's voice trembled.
Atsumu turned around leaving quietly, footsteps heavy against the floor.
"Let's just stay as friends"
Atsumu looked back, as one would to a stranger that just bumped into them.
“I’d rather not be friends anymore either”
And just like that Oikawa let his hope of love die. Taking a long drag of the vape the blond left behind, he felt his heart break. His love died, just like Mercutio did, in the middle of Romeo and Juliet’s story.