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"What do you fucking want me to do?!" Tooru yelled at the other whilst being curled up into the corner of their sofa, gripping tightly at his hair, hoping the pain would distract him from the aching in his chest. He couldn't even face his lover. The one he had been with since his teenage years. One he's known for his whole life. He hated fighting with him, but it wasn't an unusual thing for the couple. Whether it be a small disagreement or a full-out war the two were always able to wake up the next day and apologize.
But somehow Tooru knew it wasn't going to be as simple this time.
"What do I want you to do?" The other questioned, repeating the question once more to make sure Tooru processed what he had just asked Hajime. He struggled to keep his anger to himself but managed to keep it under control. Tooru was still the one he loved after all. "I want you to make a damn effort into this fucking relationship for once!" Hajime barked back. His tone was less loud than Tooru's trembling one but definitely more effective for getting the words through his long-term partner's head.
Tooru mustered up the strength to look up at Hajime, not even trying to avoiding the harsh glare he was throwing his way. "I do! Damn it, Hajime! I really fucking try okay..." His voice was beginning to sound more like a mere whisper, due to all the yelling the pair had been doing. He felt his tears fighting the urge to spill over, which he allowed them to as they were blocking his vision. "I really am sorry...I couldn't do anything to stop it, I barely even remember it myself... all I remember is you dragging me back here last night."
"You might not remember it, but I do. I remember seeing you all over that guy, enjoying it, asking for it. I wonder if I hadn't walked in when I did. Would you have slept with him? I wonder if you would've hidden it from me."
"God Iwaizumi! I was drunk, I didn't know any better! Tell me what I can do to make it better," he asked, pulling his knees out of his own embrace and spreading his legs out. "Please, I need to know what I can do to make you forgive me.." Tooru kept his distance from the man that stood approximately a meter away from him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Hajime to calm down. He couldn't understand why he wouldn't just stop and listen to what Tooru had to say.
He was intoxicated. The alcohol took over and Hajime refused to understand how his partner could allow that to happen.
It was pure jealousy that took over. The way Tooru was enjoying that guy's touch stayed imprinted in his mind.
But of course he understood the situation. He just hated the thought of dismissing it so easily.
And he hated himself for taking it the way he did.
He had almost gotten raped and here he was being an insensitive prick to the one he calls the love of his life.
Admitting defeat Hajime just slumped onto the couch, now sitting close to the crying boy. Hajime stretched his arm out in Tooru's direction, moving his hand to indicate to the taller of the pair that he can come over to him. Tooru happily obliged, instantly scooting over to him, his head landing onto his lover's shoulder, Hajime's arm wrapped around his waist like he'd never let him go again. "I'm sorry Tooru, of course, I know it isn't your fault, I just hated seeing you like that with someone else so intimately.." Hajime confessed to the other, earning a slight grin from the previous crying man. "So my dear Iwa-chan was just jealous?? How cute," The brunette teased, earning a slight groan of displeasure from the one he was teasing.
"Quit it Shittykawa I'm being serious right now. Do you know what could've been if I hadn't gone looking for you?" And with this question, the tension was back in the room. Oikawa physically and mentally stiffened by hearing this longing question he was hoping he'd never have to answer or even imagine what possibilities could've happened that night. Finally letting out the breath he had no idea he was holding, he spoke. "Could we just drop this subject, please? I don't wanna talk about it anymore" Hajime sighed but nodded his head. The couple sat there in each other's arms, Hajime's hand caressing his partner's waist, attempting to comfort Tooru.
After a few moments in silence, Hajime breaks the silence.
"I really am sorry, I don't blame you, I just...I really hated watching you do that with another," Hajime apologized another time. Tooru just sniffled, before sitting up and crossing his legs in the direction his lover was. "I'm sorry too, but it didn't mean anything, I mean I can't even remember it for it to mean anything," Tooru slightly laughed at his own statement, hoping to finally change the gloomy mood in the room. When he didn't answer he went back and shifted back into the previous position.
"I really do love you Haj, and feel terrible for doing what I did." This one sentence made Hajime smile, but also frown.
He didn't want Tooru to blame himself. There was nothing he could've done and he knows that.
"Look at me," He said in reply. It wasn't your ideal reply to 'i love you' but Hajime had to at least try and get it into his head that it wasn't his fault.
Tooru sat up to the demand, somewhat confused as to why he was now having to look at his dark-haired mate. Hajime cupped his cheeks in his hands, pulling Toorus face closer to his. Once they were only centimeters apart Hajime spoke. "None of this is your fault, okay? You didn't know any better and you were out of it, and the guy you were with took advantage of that. So that's on him, not you."
Seeing the pain Tooru was going through at the moment angered him. He just wanted to go find that guy and punch the shit out of him until he was almost as out of it as Tooru was when he took advantage of the drunken mess.
Tooru just stared at his partner dumbfounded, before letting a soft smile settle on his lips. Tooru practically threw himself onto Hajime, his arms wrapping around his neck whilst his lips crashed against the others. While Hajime was quick to react to the sudden gesture, he wasn't quick enough to kiss back before Tooru removed his lips from Hajime's. "Thank you for saying that, you always know what I need to hear."
And that was the end of the argument. The end of that night. Never to be mentioned again.