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Buzzing from his phone reached his waking state, as he groaned into his pillow. He reached out to his nightstand, grabbed the device with weak hands and took a glance at it. He squinted trying to get used to the light emanating from his phone. In front of his home lock screen of a young Osamu and him with their childhood dog, was a message:
From Kiyoomi Sakusa
Good morning . Did you get home safely yesterday ?
As polite as ever, he mumbled. He fumbled his phone and typed a quick, yes thx, before setting it down next to him. He was sore and a headache was starting to form, reminding him of the amount of alcohol he’s had yesterday. Hangovers were always a bitch. The first one he ever had made him puke all morning long, and he had to lie to his poor mother that he was sick (and had definitely not drank tequila mixed with beer the night before, yeah definitely not). His tolerance was not one of his strong suits and will probably never be.
A wave of nausea suddenly hit him and he closed his tired eyes, burying his face in his conformable cotton pillow. He sighed against the soft fabric; he should probably get up and have coffee or something, maybe an aspirin too to soothe his migraine.
As he stretched out his limbs, making satisfying popping noises, he felt something against his left hand. Someone. His eyes shot up glancing at the presence next to him. He shifted slightly, his eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark room as he scanned the body, now, in front of him. The stranger’s naked back was facing him, and when his eyes reached the top of their head, he noticed brown short hair peeking out of the duvet. What the- He now realized, while frantically looking around, that this was not his bed nor his room. Where the fuck was he?
The figure moved and he visibly stiffened. Brown eyes met his golden ones.
“Well good morning Atsumu” The stranger slurred, voice hoarse from sleep.
Oikawa?
[Yesterday]
3:30 am
Conversation with Oikawa
fuck
hello to you too
This is bad ya were right
er atsumu
Y r u texting me at 2 am?
Ya were fuckin rigth
laugh at mr all ya fucknig want now
idfc
??
it fucking hurts
and I fucking need yer shitty advice
wow ouch
he just left and it hurts
what hurts?
My fuckin heart dipshit
samu stop fucking playing with me rn
im not in the fuicjign mood ffs
right…
r u drunk maybe?
Does it look like im sober?
gud point
ne ways u have the wrong number
ffs stop
please
i rlly fucking need u rn
i cant fukcing hnadle this shit any fukin more
it was a bad idea to begin with
u were right
alright
fuck
aight calm down
what’s wrong?
wdym whsts wrong
its always been the same old shit
fucking omi
literraly
u told me it was a bad idea to kep meeting him
and ya were right alri ght
itw as a ba d idea
I regret being friens with benfits
if that’s wut u can fuckin call tis shit
i’s dirty
fuck
omi?
Kiyoomi dumabss
fucking sakusa kiyoomi
oh? sakusa?
Yeah...
don’t fuckign tel me u forgoy
ne ways
cime pick me up
plz
I cant fucking gp home atm
y not?
Cuz im durnk
take a cab
I don’t haev money o nme
ffs
cant u do yer twin a favpr
thats the thing tho
im not ur twin
this is Oikawa
stop fucking plsying wiyh me
samu fr im not
in the mood
fuck
Iveb een crying
like a lot
shit
is acutslly pahtetic
ffs
where r u rn?
At a hotle
hum XXX
holy shit that’s like 20 mins away
plz
samu
comon
ugh
fucking fine
but u owe me
for the trip and compensation for
disturbing my peaceful sleep
yea yea watevs
Smoke clouded his vision as he set his phone on the night stand. He grimaced at the shitty taste of the cheap vape Suna gave him. His head was spinning and he felt light yet heavy against the hard floor.
“This shit’s fuckin burnt too, what an asshole” despite his complaints, he took another long drag of the vape. Then another. Another again. Until he was so buzzed that he was becoming nauseous. It was clear that vodka and vapes were not a good combo.
He cleared his throat as he set down the burnt item next to him. He was still in his hotel room, the hotel room he and Sakusa rented to fuck, it fucking sucked. What even more sucked was the fact that despite the alcohol and his cologne, he could still smell Sakusa on him. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Who knows at this point.
The soft ringing of his phone woke him from his daze. His blurry and unfocused eyes glanced over his shoulder to the overly bright device in the dim lit room.
I’m here
Damn has it been that long already? Atsumu shoved his belongings into his pants and made his way towards the elevator. He stumbled his way out of the hotel barely catching himself when he tripped on his own feet twice. Things were getting blurrier and blurrier, and through the blurry fog he saw what appeared to be a silhouette distantly. Before succumbing to his exhaustion, he remembers falling into strong, muscular arms.
Which brings him to now, now being in a bed, in a bed naked. Not in his room, nor his house, not even his hotel room. In Oikawa Tooru’s flat. And the person in question was in front of him, possibly naked too.
“Do you want coffee or something?” sitting up in a kneeling position on his bed, he asked, ignorant of Atsumu’s inner turmoil.
“What the fuck” Atsumu blurted out before he could stop himself.
Oikawa raised one of his brow, unimpressed.
“You’re the one who texted me at 2 am this morning, begging me to come pick you up, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten”
Atsumu narrowed his eyes, trying to remember what unfolded ‘this morning’. He remembers drinking with his friends, calling Sakusa to hook up, the latter leaving right after their ordeal because he had ‘something to do’ (at least he had the decency of paying for their hotel room), and then crying and finally texting Samu.
What does Oikawa have to do with this?
Oikawa must’ve sensed his forgetfulness because he sighed, and showed him his phone.
It was their conversation from..
this morning?
The only times he texted Oikawa was about their group assignments which happened over a month ago, so why on earth was he- oh?
And then it hit him, a flash of realization flashing across his face. He must’ve mistaken Osamu’s contact name for Oikawa’s while searching for the letter O. Both contacts were registered starting with an O in his list, one for Oikawa and the other for Obnoxious Asshole (Osamu refused to give him free food, so it was his make shift revenge on him). Well Osamu had changed his phone number after a certain incident that resulted in his phone getting thrown into a toilet bowl (that was a story for another time though). And maybe that was why his messenger app made a stupid shortcut to the most recent text message under the letter O. Whatever, it’s not like it mattered now.
Wow, he knew he was dumb, drunk or not, but this was just beyond human stupidity. How on earth has he mistaken his brother to this fugly creature? Granted he must have been busted out of his mind, but still. He felt incredibly dumb and ashamed of himself.
He must have been making a grimace because Oikawa, the ever charming and polite gentleman that he was, snorted like a pig at his misery. Well he looked like one too so it was quite befitting of him. Atsumu furrowed his brows, his lip jutting out in an angry pout as he glared at the brunet for mocking him.
“Ew don’t do that, you’ll make me puke”
What a fucking prick.
“Ya look like puke” Atsumu retorted scrunching up his nose in annoyance, it was way too early for this shit.
“Wow, that’s the best you could come up with?” Oikawa smirked, his tone dripping in sarcasm.
“Shaddap, at least I don’t have cow dung as hair”
“Says the dude with piss colored hair”
Before he could retort something else, the faux blond decided that this was 1. a waste of time 2. leading him nowhere and so the best course of action was to ignore this bastard. He sighed : Why did he have to be stuck with this asshole?
“Whatevs ya say”
“Wow Atsumu Miya admitting defeat already? How disappointing” His lips contorted in obviously faux disappointment, and Atsumu felt a vein pop out of his forehead. And before he could start insulting him any further, he heard a notification coming from phone, it was from Kiyoomi :
That’s good to hear .
A small smile creeped up on Atsumu’s face at the message. It’s crazy how his mood could change from ‘on the verge of committing homicide’ to ‘giddy like a high school girl’.
Oikawa grimaced and he looked up from his phone. “Must be from your ‘Omi’ I assume”
“None of yer business” Atsumu snarled.
“Oh come ooon” Oikawa sing songed, tossing and turning on his bed. “I wanna know the juicy gossip, you owe me that much for helping you”
Atsumu sighed for the third time under half an hour. It was true that Oikawa made a 40 min long drive in the middle of the night to pick up some random drunk classmate that he barely knew from a motel and he knew that despite his gossipy appearance Oikawa was quite reserved so it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, would it? He knew he would come to regret it, but either way Oikawa already knew he was sleeping around with Sakusa so it didn’t really matter anymore.
“Give me coffee and an Aspirin and ill consider it” He reluctantly agreed scratching his forehead.
“Roggeeerrrrr” Oikawa got up, in his boxers, and made his way past him. Why’s he sleeping in that next to me? Atsumu thought to himself, but then realized that he was in the same state as the brunet.
What the fuck.
He looked around the room trying to find his outfit, only for it to be in vain.
“You puked on your clothes so I had to wash them” Oikawa explained, and Atsumu looked up, surprised to see him back so fast. Oikawa shut the door, approaching his bed.
“You took care of me while I was drunk? And washed my clothes?” The wording was a bit off, but you get the point.
Oikawa raised a brow. “I didn’t want you getting any of my shit dirty” he explained placing down the pill next to him and a small expresso on the night stand.
“Still, thanks I guess”
Oikawa uglily snorted again. “No probs I guess” he copied.
He tip toed his way back on the bed and flomped on it ungracefully. Silence settled between the two while Atsumu took one of the pills in his hand, only for a short moment though, before Oikawa had to open his big fat mouth again.
“Sso now spill” He slithered like the snake he was.
“For a moment there ya made me think ya were nice” Atsumu snorted, taking a sip of the coffee with his medicine before settling it down on the night stand.
“Well you thought wrong” Oikawa giggled, taking a drag of his vape, that Atsumu soon recognized to be his. He rolled his eyes.
He scooted over to rest his head over one of the pillows and exhaled.
“ Ya know it’s not that interestin’”
“Doesn’t matter, I wanna hear it” without hesitation Oikawa answered. “You woke me up in the middle of the night for this, so that’s the least you could do to compensate me”
Atsumu frowned. What an asshole.
“Fine” he grumbled. Looking up at the ceiling, he tried to find the right words to start. He knew Oikawa’s expectant gaze was on him, but he decided to ignore it.
“We met at the club a few months back, 2 months maybe” he started, picking at his nails, “ we were compatible and then yeah” He insinuated with hand gestures.
‘2 months ago, huh’, Oikawa thought.
“Are you both in some kind of secret relationship?”
Atsumu let out a wet laugh “I wish, we’re just friends with benefits or something, ‘made that clear to me, that he was not looking to be involved romantically with someone, and jus’ wanted to relieve some stress. I was in the same situation as him but-”
“You like him now?”
“Yeah” He said in a small voice, regretting the tinge of vulnerability in his tone.
“Damn” Oikawa took another long drag of the vape.
“Thanks f’r the comfort” Atsumu deadpanned.
“Nah but I getchya” Oikawa took a seat next to him.
“What? Ya’ been in the same sorta situation?”
“Not really, but I understand you, is all”
Confused, Atsumu decided to just ignore him.
“Well that’s that. Do you have any other questions or can I go home now?”
Oikawa laughed. “Are you that eager to get away from me?”
“No- well yes- but I kinda really need to take a shower, I stink”
“True”
“Shut the fuck up”
Oikawa laughed again, tossing the vape back to Atsumu.
“Buy me breakfast sometimes, and you won’t owe me anymore”
Atsumu scowled “Wasn’t my tragic story enough?”
Oikawa giggled. “Not quite”