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Oikawa Tooru isn't exactly what you would call calm. Sure he has his moments but he’s pretty much just an overgrown pomeranian most of the time. He’s not that bad once you get to know him though.
"Iwa-chaaaan. Iwaaa. IWAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Actually, no, fuck that. He's a goddamn menace who deserves to burn in the deepest pits of hell, according to his best friend: Iwaizumi Hajime. Now, why would he say that about his beloved best friend? Well, it's because said best friend is bugging him about absolutely nothing whilst he's trying to cook some fucking food.
"Tooru, I swear, if you don't shut up right now I'm going to throw this knife at you." Hajime groused out with an alarmingly sharp knife in his clutch.
"Iwa-chan! You wouldn't dare hurt me, your beloved childhood bestie!", Tooru smacked his right hand onto his mouth as he shrieked at the other male.
Just as the brunette let those words fall from his upturned lips, a knife struck down onto the countertop that was dangerously close to his left hand.
"IWA WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU-"
"SHUT YOUR FUCK YOU GODDAMN FERRET!"
"Hey, ferrets are kinda cute though."
"Tooru, zip it."
Tooru pouted at his best friend but alas kept quiet and made his way to his room as he wasn’t planning on dying early. He spent the next 30 minutes looking at his nails, lying down on his bed whilst dramatically quoting Hamlet and singing (read screaming) multiple Conan Gray songs.
"TOORU I CAN HEAR YOUR SHITTY SQUAWKING! KEEP IT DOWN!"
"HEY- I SING BEAUTIFULLY JUST SO YOU KNOW AND FINE! I'LL ROB YOU OF THE RIGHT TO HEAR ME SING LIKE AN ANGEL!"
Tooru huffed at the door as he grumbled about how 'ugly and single Iwa-chan is' and the fact that 'he's so angry, he should take some pills'. To sum it up, he was bored out of his mind and therefore resolved to cuss the only reason he’s still alive and not dying from starvation in this godforsaken university. His phone was charging and he couldn't even annoy Hajime! None of his hookups are free today so that was out of the question and, fuck, he's hungry too.
Amazing.
Deciding that he might as well just go to the cafe near campus and try to find a good fuck too, he grabbed his wallet and kicked his bedroom door open.
“For god’s sake-”
“I’m going to Kachi's Iwa! I’ll be back when you decide to be nice and stop bullying me!”
Hajime stared at his best friend and shrugged before saying, “Okay then see you when both of us die”
“Fuck you?”
"Ew."
"OUCH-"
The spiky-haired brunette sighed in exasperation and grumbled out, “Get back before twelve or I’ll pull out your teeth and bake them in the oven with extra salt.”
“Hajime.”
“What?” Hajime raised a brow.
“You scare me.”
“Good, now go away and let me eat my curry whilst you break someones back.”
Tooru grinned childishly at the reply (a self-proclaimed sex god shouldn't grin like a kid but here we are) and bid his goodbye. He skipped down the prim hallway and practically threw himself down the stairs. He jumped down the steps and twirled, albeit ungraciously, and finally emerged onto the unshaded area of the Anki University dorms. The tall boy walked down the lane, like a sane person this time, towards to entrance of the university dorms and nodded his head at the guard.
The misty blue sky was streaked with tufts of clouds and navy. The sun peeked from the horizon of buildings and dripped its orange light onto the streets. Tooru internally cheered for his decision to go out as these types of evenings were simply the best. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans and let a light smile grace his lips as he laid his eyes on Kachi’s Cafe.
The cafe has always been Tooru’s favourite place to go to when bored (like this time), stressed, or just looking for a peaceful time. He opens the transparent glass doors or the small but beautiful cafe and basked in the myriad of smells. Blueberry danishes, brownies, rich coffee and so much more.
The only people inside, besides him and the employees, were a family of four, a quiet couple, and a trio of teens. Fewer people than usual, but Tooru wasn’t complaining as it was rare for the cafe to be this quiet given its’ popularity.
Approaching the counter, his eyes roamed the chalkboard menu and displayed cakes before settling with a slice of strawberry shortcake and a mug of vanilla hot chocolate. The sandy-eyed boy settled down in the corner of the cafe and closed his eyes.
Tooru jolted when he heard the clank of metal and glanced down at the table to see his order. He looked up at the concerned waitress and only smiled sheepishly. Light pink dusted the waitresses neck as she nodded at him and mumbled a quiet, “Enjoy your cake and drink.” Tooru thanked her before stuffing his face with the shortcake and gulping his hot chocolate.
Oh shit-
He almost cried at the burst of pain the shocked his tongue. He cursed out the drink and scooped up a dollop of cream to lay on his burnt tongue.
Tooru was sure he looked fairly stupid but he could care less. There wasn’t anyone who looked fuckable enough so he had no intention to make himself look good.
The cafe bell then ringed, signaling that someone has entered. Tooru jumped in his seat and looked up at the door. Expecting another family or couple, he didn’t prepare himself for who was going to walk through the door.
Oh fuck.
He’s hot. Very hot.