Solo (isagi yoichi x oikawa tooru)

Oikawa's mind distorted what was in front of him and made him remember one of the times he'd been with Isagi in that same position. In that same atmosphere. With that same feeling. He saw Yoichi beneath him, drawing him into the caresses that had once been his greatest comfort.

...Really, breaking up with Isagi was the worst thing that could have happened to him in his life.

Notes:

"I wish never responded to all those texts, It'd be better If we just never met."
Heyoo this is Axel and another Oisagi/Isakawa fic I bring to the table
Enjoy!!!!!!

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Work Text:

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 5 at 6:25 PM)

[Hellooooo]

[Would you like to have lunch tomorrow at the cafeteria near building D?]

[Let ma know and I'll save u a plate, you can pay me later]

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 7 at 9:34 PM)

[Heyy, I just finished work. How are ya?]

[I know you're busy with university, me too haha]

[Wana go together for lunch sometime?]

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 9 at 1:40 PM)

[Hi (..◜ᴗ◝..)]

[How are you?]

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 9 at 5:45 PM)

[My offer to go out to eat still stands, haha]

[What's up? I'm working, but I don't mind chatting for a bit.]

[I can take my break if you wanna]

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 10 at 9:01 AM)

[Is your phone broken?]

[Do you need it to get fixed?]

[I know a good technician]

[I really, really, miss you.]

[It's weird saying this over chat...]

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 12 at 11:56 AM)

[Tooru, how's university?]

[I have a ton of projects, I don't know how I'm going to get out of this, haha (,,>﹏<,,)]

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 14 at 1:11 PM)

[I have something planned for you today.]

[Can we meet up tonight?]

[It's been a while since we've seen each other...]

[Missed call] (February 14 at 3:50 PM)

From: Isagi Yoichi (Sent February 15 at 2:34 AM)

[Go to hell, Oikawa. I won't let you treat me like this anymore.]

[Come on, Yoi-chan, it was just a fight, come back so we can talk things out]

[We talked enough]

[Don't look for me anymore]

[Go fuck yourself, idiot.]

[I know I messed up by yelling at you]

[Sorry]

[Yoi-chan?]

[It says you're not reading my messages, but I know they're getting through]

[Come back]

[I'm serious, I'm sorry]

[Come home, we can talk about it]

[AM I BLOCKED??]

[Missed call]

[YOICHI]

[Missed call]

Oikawa looked at his chat history again, and again. Lying on the sofa, with the curtains smothering any attempt at daylight to enter his apartment, the brown-haired man was exhausted, his eyes weary from being on his phone and crying all day.

All he could do was watch. Watch with his own eyes the exact moment he neglected his relationship. A beautiful relationship that stirred emotions too strong to dismiss as insignificant.

He and Isagi are boyfriends. Or rather, they were. It was the third romantic relationship Oikawa has had in his entire life. And curiously, all three ended for the same reason.

In high school, he had a girlfriend whom he broke up with because he was too focused on volleyball. They were together for six months; she dumped him.

When he started university, a girl from his humanities class approached him to do a partner workshop. They quickly fell in love and tried to start a relationship. They were together for two months; she broke up with him.

And then came Isagi Yoichi. He wasn't a woman, but that never bothered Oikawa.

They met at a university event where they both volunteered as staff. Isagi's fervent and helpful nature throughout that afternoon, along with his beautiful smile, made Oikawa connect with him immediately, culminating in a friendship that would gradually evolve into a relationship. Neither of them realized when this was happening.

They would meet for lunch or for study sessions in the library. These were their moments of interaction within the university. Outside of it, Isagi was almost always invited to Oikawa's house to watch a movie, a game, or play video games on his console.

But as time went on, Oikawa began to grow distant, as he always had been in his relationships. He wouldn't initiate the conversations, using his free time to go out with friends or stay late practicing with the volleyball club. Even on his days off, he didn't bother checking the messages his supposed partner sent him, focused exclusively on the sport. He even unconsciously avoided Isagi's chat, to the point of accumulating messages he never answered, believing his attention should be on something more important.

"God, I'm such an idiot..." Oikawa said, rereading the coversation history once more. Weeks had passed, and he still hadn't been able to delete Isagi's number from his phone, much less clear his chat.

In class, no one wanted to go near him because he'd neglected his appearance, one of his greatest assets, and now he had a miserable aura about him. A few days ago, he stopped caring about himself, his diet had deteriorated too; he couldn't even remember the last time he'd brushed his teeth.

The worst part of it all was that Oikawa knew. He knew he was neglecting himself. But did he make any attempt to fix it? The answer was no. And that decision was what completely buried any hope of saving the relationship.

As he sank deeper into his filth, there was a sudden knock at his apartment door.

Tooru stretched his legs and, with an exaggerated hunch, went to the entrance.

"Who is it?" he asked, annoyed. He didn't remember making any deliveries and wasn't in any condition to talk to his landlord.

"Your friends, ass-face" That voice...

Oikawa frantically searched for his keys and almost dropped them trying to insert them into the lock. He panicked because the damn keys wouldn't go in. When he finally managed to open the door, it was greeted by a blinding beam of light.

Adjusting his gaze, he saw Iwaizumi, his best friend, looking at him with a face of disgust and concern.

"You're worse than I thought," Hanamaki, another close friend of Oikawa's who had come to visit, commented upon seeing Oikawa.

"IS THAT A BEARD?" Matsukawa, the last member of the quartet, was shocked by the brown-haired man's disheveled appearance.

"WhawhawhawhatWHAT are you doing here?" Oikawa asked nervously. "DON'T- Don't come in! Wait—"

Despite his attempt to keep them out, his friends entered his home. And let me tell you, reader, it looked like a pigsty.

Dirty clothes were scattered in the living room. The sofa was covered with a dirty blanket and a pillow, revealing that Oikawa had been sleeping there these past few days. And the kitchen? It smelled 'acidic' littered with dirty packaging and empty bags.

"Ugh, it stinks" Issei said, covering his nose with his hand. "Doesn't the smell bother you?"

"What smell?" Oikawa admitted with an ignorant smile.

The three of them couldn't believe what their friend had just said. He'd actually said it honestly. My God.

"You look like a beggar. Hajime had every right to be so worried," Hanamaki said, looking with disgust at the blanket on the sofa, which was covered in sauce stains.

"Iwa-chan?"

"You weren't answering my calls and you started skipping volleyball practice. It was obvious something was wrong, but I never thought..."

"IWA-CHAN"

Oikawa cried and tried to throw himself at Iwaizumi to hug him, but he was quickly pushed away with a punch to the chest. Hajime didn't want him anywhere near him, not even if he was dead.

"Don't touch me until you change those clothes!"

"Uh, but they're clean."

"Clean in what aspect?" Matsukawa questioned, looking with disgust at the disheveled, wrinkled, and sweat-stained clothes Oikawa was wearing.

The four of them sat in the living room (Oikawa tried to excuse himself for not sleeping in his room) so they could talk. Tooru opened up and explained from the beginning how things had happened, culminating in the fight he had with Isagi on the night of February 14th where he broke up with him.

Everyone listened attentively, and when Tooru finished the story, they looked at each other. Silence filled the room for a full minute until Iwaizumi crossed his arms, searching for something to say.

"...So you yelled at him? Isagi is better than me, I would have thrown you off the balcony" Iwaizumi admitted.

"Honestly, you're a piece of shit. You should be ashamed of yourself" Matsukawa added.

"Hey, wait, how come I'm only finding out about this now? It happened weeks ago, it's already March" Hanamaki asked.

"That's why we came, Maki," Iwaizumi replied. "I've suspected something was wrong for a while now, and Tooru was replying to my messages really curtly, for Tooru."

"None of us go to the same university as him, so we don't see each other that often... it's normal not to know much about each other's lives" Matsukawa argued.

"Anyway, he could have told us" Hanamaki said, crossing his arms.

"Can't you see how he is? The poor guy barely goes to class, I'm sure," Matsukawa replied. "It's one hundred percent his fault for the breakup, I won't deny it, but look at the state that thing left him in."

"Well, you can go now" Oikawa interrupted, forcing a smile. "Please, go— OUCH, THAT HURT, IWA-CHAN"

Iwaizumi struck Oikawa on the head without warning.

"We can't just leave and let you die of malnutrition or something," Hanamaki said, scratching his neck.

"Issei, you're in charge of the kitchen, Maki, you take care of the dining room" Iwaizumi began, pointing to the two mentioned, and then to himself. "I'll make sure he's presentable. We'll take him tonight to that thing"

"Huh? Tonight?" Oikawa asked.

"Hajime thought you were going through a rough time, so he told us, and we were going to treat you to dinner," the pink-haired boy confessed.

"But seeing you now, if I understand what Hajime wants to do, we're going to take you to Karasu's party to take your mind off all this."

"Karasu...? Kara... Kuroo's cousin?" Oikawa asked.

"He's having a party at his house today, and he invited all three of us" Matsukawa said, getting up from his seat. "Now, where are you going to put the trash bags?"

Oikawa didn't quite understand the boys' decision to drag him out of their house, much less sneak him into a party, but he abandoned all sense of independence out of laziness and let Hajime help him get organized like a little kid. Iwaizumi washed his hair, helped him shave the facial hair he'd let grow, made sure he brushed his teeth, and personally took all his dirty clothes to the washing machine.

Iwaizumi then scattered several outfits on the bed for Oikawa to choose from, since the former didn't know much about fashion. Ask him about exercise routines for different parts of the body, and he'll help you very effectively. But ask him what clothes he has in his closet, and he'll tell you he has 10 athletic shirts and just one formal shirt that his mother bought him four years ago.

After selecting the clothes he would wear, Oikawa thanked Iwaizumi for coming to visit and helping him in any way he could. The shower had done him a lot of good, making him feel calmer about the whole situation and clearing his mind a bit.

Iwaizumi reminded him that they were best friends, and that best friends are always there for each other. He emphasized the importance of always being there for the person you care about, as it was something Oikawa needed to learn to improve. He also insulted him (A lot, very very much) because what he had done to Isagi was despicable and the equivalent of spitting in his food.

An hour later, the boys said their goodbyes, and Oikawa, who had promised to treat them to lunch another time as a thank you, was alone again in his apartment. The difference was that the air felt less heavy, and his body didn't completely hate it. He felt much more comfortable. Something had definitely changed.

He sat on his sofa and turned on the television, looking for a movie to pass the time. Hajime had told him the party started at eight, and it was only five.

The app recommended a romance movie, and he immediately switched to the next one, which was also a romance. So many recommendations for the romance genre; it was ironic. He skipped several until he remembered why his account was full of those kinds of shows.

Isagi loved watching romance movies at home.

Tooru immediately turned off the television.

He sighed and checked the time.

Five fifteen.

"I WANT TO LEAVE NOW" he screamed internally.

It was 7:30. On the street, in front of his building, Oikawa waited for Hajime to pick him up on his motorcycle so they could go to the party together.

Incredibly, the air was cool and damp. Was it going to rain? He didn't have an umbrella, much less a bag. He only had his wallet in one pocket and his phone in another. He considered that enough.

Another ten minutes passed, and a Yamaha pulled up in front of him. He couldn't see the driver's head because of the large helmet he was wearing, but he instantly recognized Iwaizumi and approached him, taking the spare helmet hanging from one of the mirrors and getting on the motorcycle.

Traveling at a considerable speed, Oikawa felt the cold air seeping under his shirt. Maybe he should have brought a sweater. He'd keep that in mind for next time.

Hajime drove for forty minutes and arrived in an very VERY good neighborhood, noticing a big house with several cars parked in front. He found a nearby spot to park his motorcycle, and once he'd locked the door, he and Oikawa went to knock.

Loud music was detected from outside, making Oikawa a little nervous. He hadn't been to a party in months. Maybe he'd go to a bar with his friends for a few drinks at most, but a crazy party? The last one he'd been to was Yahaba's birthday party, and he'd ended up waking up with a terrible hangover on the floor of a room the next day, without his pants on.

That night was great, despite everything. What he remembered most was Kyoutani participating in a drinking contest and ending up passed out in the middle of the night, Iwaizumi stripping and putting on a show for a girl he met that night in Yahaba's parents' room, and Matsukawa throwing up in the shower in the guest bathroom.

"Huh? Oikawa?" A boy with purple hair opened the door, welcoming the two young men. "Whata surprise to see ya"

"What's up, Karasu?" Oikawa greeted him with a handshake and a slight smile. "Is your cousin around?"

"Kuroo was flirtin' with a long-haired gal in the kitchen the last time I saw, if yar looking for him" Tabito replied, looking up as he remembered. "Come in, come in, its open bar except for the food; you had to bring that yewrselves."

"I'm going to steal the first thing I see" Tooru admits shamelessly.

"Issei and Maki will be late," Hajime remarks, checking his phone.

"Are they coming too? Awesome" Karasu says with a grin. He takes Iwaizumi by the shoulder and pulls him inside, with Oikawa following behind.

Right at the entrance, inside, a couple of people were chatting, each holding a red glass with a brief smell of liquor. Further down the hall to the right was the living room, with a long table where many were playing beer pong, while others played Mario Kart on the television. A sound system was also there, blasting music for the party.

There were more people than Oikawa had expected, filling the hallways, possibly even the kitchen.

Iwaizumi touched Oikawa's arm and said something, but Oikawa didn't hear a word. His attention was drawn to a girl standing behind him. A woman with short, dark hair and eyes he could identify as blue. He wasn't sure if it was her heels, but she looked taller than everyone around her.

He was so distracted that he didn't even notice when Karasu offered him a bottle; it seemed to magically appear in his hands. He ignored Iwaizumi's warnings, nodding like an idiot at his best friend's words.

That girl... she was really pretty.

No. No. He hadn't come to pick someone up, not with that intention. He'd come to have fun, have a few drinks, and then go home to sleep. That was the plan: to clear his head and forget for a few hours who Isagi was.

Isagi! Shit! No! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

The elixir of happiness tasted bitter, bubbly, and malty. Like a madman, Tooru finished the bottle Karasu had offered him in a matter of seconds and left, inspired to join the party. He had fun with the guys who were hogging the TV to play games, participated in two rounds of beer pong, and then slipped out of Iwaizumi's sight to sneak into the kitchen and grab something to eat.

His throat burned, sweat trickled down his forehead and neck, and his cheek ached from laughing so much. Switching off his mind had worked; he didn't even remember being depressed about his ex that very morning. Who was that? Huh? What ex?

As he opened the refrigerator, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Oikawa turned around and saw the beautiful woman who had caught his eye earlier. Her eyelashes were short, but that eyeliner was mesmerizing.

"Did Karasu give you permission to take something from there?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If I say no, will you tell him?" Oikawa asked nervously.

"Not if you share the loot" she replied, and with her right hand she made a gesture as if to lock her mouth. She saw Oikawa smiling, which disconcerted him a little, as he had been captivated by her smile and she smiled back. A beautiful smile.

Tooru managed to pull out a large piece of cake he found and searched through several drawers for two utensils, handing one to the girl. She thanked him, and they both began to eat while simultaneously starting a conversation.

Talking to her was pleasant, and they connected quickly. She described herself as a very diligent athlete, which explained why her body so distracted the brown-haired man. She wasn't particularly muscular, but she was noticeably well-built, and the low-cut dress she wore certainly didn't help Oikawa look away.

Yes, she was very beautiful. And her personality was quite pleasant. A great woman, with whom he ended up talking for a whole hour in the kitchen. At one point, she sat on the counter, her face at the same level as Tooru's.

What was her name? Not very important... at that moment...

Her black lipstick mesmerized Oikawa enough that he involuntarily began to move closer to her.

Little by little... they drew closer.

One of Oikawa's arms gripped the girl's waist, and he pulled her toward him, their lips locked in a kiss. The music from the living room wasn't enough to drown out the sound of the girl's gasps; she seemed embarrassed by her own voice.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes conveyed a mutual decision. Oikawa used his strength to lift the girl, her legs wrapped around his waist, and she clung to his neck, squealing with excitement.

Tooru carried her weight up the stairs, which didn't bother him at all, fueled by the surge of energy. They ended up in Karasu's room, Oikawa locking the door.

"Put me down already, hahaha!" the blue-haired girl said playfully, then fell onto the bed near the end, face up.

Oikawa arched his back and lowered his head, slowly approaching the girl with the intention of not letting her go. She seemed to feel the same way, lifting her legs to trap him, intertwining them around the waist of the brown-haired boy who was now completely on top of her.

They kissed again, over and over, until Oikawa decided to be more mischievous and lowered his face to her neck, where he began to place kisses. She stroked his hair, but soon tried to cover her mouth with both hands because the sounds coming from her mouth seemed to embarrass her.

She was so... cute... And her behavior wasn't helping at all.

Oikawa wanted to suffocate in the girl's perfume. He was determined to abandon his thoughts and let his instincts decide for him, consuming his being in unison. He wanted to lock away his conscience, to let the ambient temperature dictate his decisions, not himself.

Because he never made good decisions. This was no different from what he usually did.

He was trapped in the inert arms of the woman before him, and he embraced her too. He acted like prey, even though he was the predator, because he longed to sink into the satisfaction she could offer him. He was deliberately careless, allowing himself to be seduced at the right moment, because he didn't want to think about anything else.

He drowned in guilt for having been an idiot in his last relationship, and all he wanted was to be able to breathe a little, even if it was just a false sense of salvation.

<<Your grip is too soft for someone muscular, it's... nice>>

"Wh- What did you say?" Oikawa abruptly stopped caressing the woman's neck and pulled his head back to look at her.

"That your grip is too soft for someone muscular~" the girl repeated, closing the distance Oikawa had just created between them, trying to recapture the moment they both thought they had.

But Oikawa wasn't resilient. What she said sent shivers down his spine, somehow.

Why...?

Oikawa decided to ignore it and let himself be swept away by the atmosphere once more. He lifted his body, kneeling on the bed, the girl's waist just below his groin, and ripped off his shirt, throwing it to the floor with a thud.

<<Will you do the same to mine...?>>

"Huh"

"Or should I take it off myself...? Aren't you a gentleman?" she asked, laughing as she used her fingers to gently adjust the neckline of her dress, revealing more than she had shown at the party.

"Yes, um," Oikawa shook his head, trying to fully recover. He hadn't been distracted by her chest, but by seeing Isagi, right there, for a split second, instead of the girl.

Oikawa's mind distorted what was in front of him and made him remember one of the times he'd been with Isagi in that same position. In that same atmosphere. With that same feeling. He saw Yoichi beneath him, drawing him into the caresses that had once been his greatest comfort.

His pupils contracted and his hands began to sweat more than usual, his heart beating much faster, all because of the girl in front of him, but for the wrong reason.

A chill ran through his body, tormenting him like a venomous centipede slowly crawling up his back.

<<You can start calling me Yoichi!>>

<<I work part-time to help my parents pay for college, sorry if I don't have much free time>>

<<Cheer up, Tooru, you can do these exams! You can do anything!"

"Hey... everything alright, dear?"

<<I like it... there... ngh, To-Tooru...>>

<<You are too clingy after sex! Stop it, I want to take a shower!>>

<<Bayern munich's playing today! I brought snacks, the game starts at 5!>>

"Yeah, uh, I'm... I'm fine, yeah."

<<My type of person? Hmm, I'd say... well, those with bright, beautiful smiles- Don't laugh, moron!>>

<<Stop it, Tooru, I'm ticklish! Hahaha!>>

<<You're someone with a beautiful smile, Tooru.>>

"You look pale... are you sure?"

<<You're not good enough for yourself, and that hurts, because I cherish every part of who you are, and I know you can be more.

You don't lack confidence in your abilities, you lack confidence in yourself.>>

<<Today is February 14th, I know it's very late now, but I at least wanted to see you..."

<<Hey, Tooru.>>

<<Who are you calling nosy, you miserable wretch?! You doesn't even answer my messages, I was worried about you!>>

<<...I love you>>

<<NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN IN YOUR LIFE, OIKAWA>>

<<I love you, Tooru.>>

Oikawa forcefully pulled away from the girl and apologized in the process. He desperately grabbed his shirt from the floor and hurriedly put it on, fleeing the room without explanation. His vision was blurry, possibly due to the alcohol. He couldn't see clearly; his surroundings all seemed hazy. His heart was pounding; he didn't recognize himself and he was too mentally weak to make a decision.

He went downstairs, and the only thing he could think to do was find his best friend to help him calm down. The problem was, Hajime was missing.

Oikawa started interrupting conversations, asking about his friend, until the last thing he expected to happen, happened. In the corner of the room, he saw a tall boy with short, straight, dark blue hair, wearing a long-sleeved green shirt. He only had his back to him, but that was enough to make him almost lose strength in his legs.

The music was blasting in his ears, but even that couldn't stop him from focusing on the opportunity to fix things with Isagi. He approached the boy with unclear intentions until he stopped when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. He didn't turn around, but he heard Kuroo's voice, which sounded worried.

"I heard you were looking for me a while ago. Is everything alright?"

"Where..." Oikawa kept staring at the dark-haired boy, not bothering to turn around. "Where's Hajime?"

"Iwaizumi's outside. What's wrong? You seem unwell, man."

"Isagi..."

"What does he have to do with—huh?" Kuroo stopped looking at Oikawa and looked where the latter was staring, noticing something. "Dude, that's not Isagi."

"What?"

"You're looking at Kageyama, idiot."

The boy turned around, and Oikawa could clearly see his face. Isagi's face was unmistakable to him, but even drunk, he recognized that it was none other than Kageyama Tobio.

"Ah... Where... is Hajime?"

"I already told you, outside" Kuroo repeated, somewhat annoyed, though his mood changed in seconds when he saw Oikawa's horrible expression. He knew Tooru was going to either start vomiting or crying. And he didn't want everyone to see the former, so he quickly took him outside.

Leaning against the wall, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were smoking. They were engaged in a banal conversation until they stopped abruptly when they saw Oikawa and Kuroo leave the house.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, seriously!" Kuroo shouted worriedly to a sobbing Oikawa on the floor. "Did the whiskey upset your stomach? Shit, Should I call you a taxi—?"

"What's going on?" Iwaizumi asked, approaching Oikawa. "Hey, are you okay?"

"What happened?" Issei, this time, asked.

"I don't know, he was already acting this strange when I found him" Kuroo defended himself. "I'm going inside. You guys watch him."

Then Kuroo headed back to the party. Meanwhile, Oikawa continued to cry uncontrollably, covering his face with his hands so his friends wouldn't see him.

"I'll call him a ride" Iwaizumi said. "Bringing him here was a bad idea, fuck, we should have just taken him out to dinner."

"Hey, I don't know what happened, but everything will be alright" Matsukawa said, sitting next to Oikawa and patting him on the back. Trying to bring him comfort.

In the end, Oikawa went to his apartment in an Uber, which Hajime paid for and assured him he wouldn't charge him. The volleyball player couldn't stop crying the entire ride, making the driver uncomfortable, who remained silent throughout the trip.

When he got home, the first thing he did was go into the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of sake he kept stored away. He didn't even bother looking for a glass; he was going to drink straight from the bottle.

He collapsed on his sofa and started drinking, drinking, just drinking. His head felt like it was going to explode; it hurt so much, and that made Oikawa drink even more. It was a stupid thing to do, and he ended up in the bathroom vomiting.

He felt tired, sweaty, as if his own skin were rejecting him, and his vision was blurred. Saliva was dripping from his mouth, the result of the vomit he hadn't yet flushed down the toilet. He was too drunk, though not so drunk that he could make anything out. He took his phone out of his pocket, found the dialer, entered the number he knew by heart, and dialed.

He called Isagi.