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Oikawa's day had started well.
He had arrived at Aoba Jousai, smiling and feeling relieved after the end of an adventure rather eventful. The quest for the truth had required mental toughness, discretion (relative) and a certain number of bus trips, but he had finally achieved his goal.
That day, he thought he could take his math class peacefully, without having the image of Kageyama and Ushiwaka making out in his head.
So he did not understand why Iwaizumi seemed so angry - did he know about the unfortunate incident at the bar? Did Kindaichi talk? He seemed quite intent while he was coming to talk to him.
But when he spoke, Oikawa's brain only processed three words:
Congratulations - Night - Pants.
And then he screamed.
No, no, certainly, he could not have been so stupid. Even Tobio could not have been so stupid. And when he saw the picture that was circulating - Kageyama, wearing his t-shirt and underpants - he did not want to believe his eyes.
Right after, his phone started to buzz and with an increasing horror he read the messages.
From: Chibi-chan. "YOU HAD SEX WITH KAGEYAMA!!!!! SUGA AND DAICHI WILL KILL YOU!!!! "
From: Kindaichi. "Oikawa-senpai, I'm really sorry for screaming that you slept with Kageyama in the school. Forgive me… "
From: Kunimi. "Forgive him..."
Oikawa had been unable to think for a few minutes. Then, he tried to find a way to save his honor and reputation. He could come up with only one solution.
“Iwa-chan,” he finally said, his head down and his voice distant. “I have to commit a murder.”
Iwaizumi had took advantage of the window of time to calm down and digest the news. He had deduced, by an educated deduction, that Kageyama consented to everything that had happened - otherwise, why would he proudly wear Oikawa's underpants? He patted his friend’s shoulder with a mixture of pride and compassion.
“Come on, Kageyama is a boy. There’s no pregnancy risk. That’s something at least.”
“That's something at least,” Oikawa woefully repeated.
He got up from his chair and walked across the room almost automatically among the whispers and gazes of the other students. When he turned a corner, he saw several girls who he recognized as his usual group of fangirls in the corridor. They were lamenting, crying and weeping all over each other, their faces buried into tissues. One of them, when she saw Oikawa pass, held out her hands towards him with a sigh of despair:
“Gaaaayyy...”
But the mourners were not the only obstacle in the hallways. While he was hurrying out of the building, he got surrounded by Hanamaki and Matsukawa, both smiling from ear to ear.
“Do you think he has dark circles, Makki?”
“I would even say he looks exhausted, Mattsun.”
“I think he spent a restless night, Makki.”
“More like, it was a hard night, Mattsun.”
“I think something else was also h-“
“STOP!” Oikawa shouted and he ran across the corridors, clutching his ears, which was obviously the best way to keep what was left of his reputation.
Finally, he found a quiet place in the park, devoid of teary fangirls or cheeky teammate. He grabbed his phone and tapped the number quickly.
“Chibi-chan. Pass me Tobio-chan, please. Thank you.”
He only had to wait two seconds.
“Oikawa-san?”
In the background, he heard Hinata laugh uncontrollably and someone asked Kageyama to put on the speakerphone so everyone could enjoy their talk.
“Tobio-chan, I'll be brief. I want to see you in two hours in front of Aoba Jousai. Without your team. Just you, the pants and me.”