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- 4 january, 2014 -

it's not working. it has never worked, and it never will. yet, oikawa convinced himself otherwise. does it really matter? all that really matters is that he's happy with this, whatever he's doing.

he's unaware of who he hurts. nobody, he hurts nobody but his own self. that's what he hopes is true.

and that was what he thinks, wishes for, hopes, and prays. that's until a little birdie told him someone's secrets.

and that person is?

"iwa-chan!" a voice was heard when the class door opened, and that voice belongs to a certain person's annoying best friend, whom he loves very much yet would never admit it, oikawa.

the clock didn't reveal that it was anywhere near past 9:30, evidence that oikawa wasn't late, somehow.

showing up in a messy outfit, that anyone could tell wasn't prepared the night before, and a hickey in his neck that was very visible, yet only a little part of it is shown. everyone can see it.

nobody would see it and think it's not a hickey because that's what oikawa is known for. sleeping with every girl he sees, but leaving them the next morning.

but the stories aren't true, well at least half of them aren't. he would sleep with girls, be with them, but oikawa would never leave them less than one week after their dalliance. it's as if that fact makes anything even a little bit better, he knows it doesn't.

the brown haired man took a seat next to this iwa-chan, who's not even popular among girls, yet why do they all know him? that question will be answered soon, at least soon enough.

"did you forget your notebooks again?" iwaizumi tries to avoid a red flag question, anything that'll make it awkward. this is part of one of them, it's implied. oikawa is just too dense to realize.

nobody talks about what happens at night when their room is occupied by oikawa and whoever other girl is in there, even if iwaizumi was right outside the door, wondering when all of this will stop if it ever will.

oikawa hums, "no" he answers while opening his bag "thankfully, i am prepared." he acts like it's a whole flex, but to him himself it is. because he doesn't seem prepared. never seems prepared, nor actually is.

be it for school, or for love.

the messy clothes and hickeys everywhere on your body that can be seen is a sign he's actually not prepared, though. and if oikawa could read iwaizumi's mind, then the tension and awkwardness in the air could be only be cut with a weapon greater than a mere, weak knife.

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"that was my last class, i'm going back now" iwaizumi states as he walks out the classroom door, one that he shared with oikawa because they for whatever the fuck reason share 3/4 of their classes. something iwaizumi was grateful for, but at the same time it's a curse.

"oh! wait, iwa" oikawa runs, chasing him. it was his last chance to tell him, anyway. "can you- uh, be out at 8:50 tonight? somewhere around that." oikawa stutters his way through, trying his best while iwaizumi is just unimpressed. "only for thirty minutes" he requests, or more like he begs, making the first eye contact during this conversation.

it's all a lie, either way. half a lie. he won't take only 30 minutes. iwaizumi will end up having to sleep somewhere else, it has become a basis of them.

iwaizumi doesn't wanna be rude, so he sighs but only mentally. don't let oikawa hear it, his natural instinct says. "of course" he tries to say sounding fine, but he's not good at controlling his expressions. something like putting on a poker face, except it's not forced.

now, he can't fake a smile in front of oikawa, because it's only natural the brunette finds out. nothing about his best friend that he doesn't know of.

"great!" he says, trying to sound cheerful. but iwaizumi can see it all, the way oikawa feels guilty about having iwaizumi sleep elsewhere for the nth time. they shouldn't have been roommates. "thanks"

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knock knock, four times. a habit that now the guy behind the door – that's opening – subconsciously memorizes. and that's how he knew it was iwaizumi, his dear iwaizumi hugging a long, fat pillow, while hiding the bottom half of his face with it.

"again?" mattsun half-heartedly smiled. it's not like he minds iwaizumi staying over countless of times, but he minds the fact that what oikawa is doing is hurting others around him. especially his own self.

iwaizumi skips the details, but now mattsun practically knows what he goes through. it has become a common thing for iwaizumi to stay over only because oikawa is busy in there with a girl, not thinking about iwaizumi for even a millisecond.

iwaizumi sticks his tongue out, looking another way. anything but mattsun's eyes filled with pity.

"but, hanamaki's over. hope you don't mind" mattsun says while turning around, walking into his living room while iwaizumi closes the door behind him.

"you really have to talk about it with him" the pink haired boy lying lazily on the couch does not turn his head away from the tv. nobody would skip on spongebob.

"what am i supposed to talk about? i'm just his, and he's not mine." the fact that there's nothing he could do about oikawa is messing with his head, and all there's left to do is scratch his head.

"i already know that, your love life's all over the place" he munch on the popcorns.

"yeah because your boy told you." he throws himself to the couch, careful not to sit on hanamaki's feet.

"he's not my boy" mattsun butts in.

"and i'm not stressed for oikawa."

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"hey- softer.. i don't like rough kisses" the girl in a pink dress with it's zipper on the back half rolled down breaks the kiss.

"ah, i'm sorry" he goes softer. not passionate, or a kiss to someone he'd spend his whole life with. just soft.

on top of the girl is a boy she's using to get over her stress, too. the habits are coming back. her hand holds the back of his head, pulling him closer to her.

"you know, i.. used to do this too." she shows her sad voice. "do you have a special someone, maybe?"

"what? no. what do you think i'm doing? something anyone would do if they had a girlfriend?" he chuckles.

speaking generally, it's a pretty dumb question. but closely, there's more depth into it. does he just not realize?

"huh? what about that one mattsun's friend?" at this point, they had started to pause making out.

"who? hanamaki?" he sits with his leg beside the girl lying down and his body on top.

"no, i think he's your roommate." the girl stays still in her position.

"iwa-chan? what about him?"

"is he not your special someone? or the other way around." her eyebrows were scrunched up and she sounds like the most confused chick in the world.

"no, i'm sure not. we've been best friends since forever, he wouldn't be interested in me. mind you, i'm straight."

and all the other girls are what you call one-night-stand material. they don't butt in your personal life, and is just there for sex.

"yeah, that's what i thought too. what? i'm sure not everyone's experiences are the same but i'm giving you a guide here, and it's for free. listen to the expert, oikawa. you want the full story?"

"can we finish our business in bed first, lady expert?"