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"Tooru, wait! Come back, please!"
Oikawa ignored his boyfriend's voice calling after him and rushed out of the bedroom. He stormed down the stairs and through the house at full speed, bumping into a few guests along the way before finally making it outside.
The cold night air hit him in the face, but he only pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders and kept walking quickly.
Once he'd gotten far enough away from the party he'd just left, he finally let the tears fall.
They rolled down his cheeks freely, his emotions overwhelming him. Sadness, anger, disappointment he couldn't control after the scene he'd witnessed only minutes earlier.
Fucking birthday party. He should've never come.
His phone rang several times, Semi's name appearing on the screen every single time. He kept calling, but not once did Oikawa give him the satisfaction of picking up, and not once did he look back.
He walked through the streets, crying hard. It felt like his heart had shattered into pieces, his chest tight and aching.
Eventually, he stopped at a park. There didn't seem to be anyone around, and most of the stores he'd passed on the way were already closed, which wasn't surprising considering it was already past one in the morning.
Oikawa sat down on a bench. His phone rang yet again, and this time he turned it off completely. He could already hear Iwaizumi yelling at him the next day for leaving without saying anything, and maybe he really shouldn't have stormed out the way he did.
But right now, Oikawa was far too shaken to even think about that.
When he'd agreed to go to that party, he hadn't imagined it would end like this. When Semi had mysteriously disappeared and he went looking for him, he'd expected everything but finding him in a room with some guy between his legs.
No. That, he definitely hadn't expected.
Oikawa had always had terrible luck with men.
"Are you okay?"
He looked up at the sound of the voice, coming face-to-face with a guy, concern written clearly across his features. "I'm fine."
Oikawa wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. "You're sure?" the stranger insisted. "Then why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying."
"I doubt rain is what got yer pretty face all wet."
The guy sat down beside him.
"I’m just having a bad night."
"Wanna talk about it?"
Oikawa shook his head. He didn't mean to come off rude to this guy, who honestly seemed kind and concerned about him for some reason, but he didn't want to talk.
He wanted to be left alone and cry in peace.
"Not really."
"Okay."
The man settled onto the bench beside him. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lighting one before bringing it to his lips.
"Still, it's not exactly safe to walk around alone this late. Could be dangerous. Want a cigarette?"
The brunette raised an eyebrow.
"You're out here alone too," he pointed out, though he accepted the cigarette after a moment of hesitation.
The stranger smiled as he lit the cigarette between Oikawa's lips. "Maybe I'm the danger."
Oikawa huffed a laugh. He glanced at the guy and—yeah. He wasn't exactly shaking in his shoes.
He could probably take him. In a fight, of course
"I'm a big boy, I can defend myself. And I might not look it right now, but I'm pretty tough."
Oikawa took a drag from the cigarette, slowly inhaling the smoke before exhaling it again.
He'd only smoked once or twice before out of curiosity, so he wasn't very used to it, but he managed to take a few drags without choking.
He wasn't exactly a fan, but he was cold, and at least it warmed him up a little.
"It's not worth it," the stranger said after a short silence.
Oikawa turned toward him with a raised brow. "What?"
"Whatever put ya in that state. It's not worth it."
"You don't even know what happened."
"Don't need to. If it makes ya cry like that this late at night, all alone in the middle of a park, then it doesn't deserve yer time. Much less yer tears.
Oikawa blinked in surprise.
The guy was looking directly at him as he spoke, honest, and Oikawa felt a sad little smile tug at his lips as his gaze dropped. "I... guess you're right."
He brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled slowly.
When he looked up again, the stranger wasn't looking at him anymore, staring ahead instead. Oikawa took the opportunity to observe him.
They looked around the same age, though the guy seemed a little shorter than him. Broader, too. Dark brown hair, thick eyebrows.
He was hot.
Like, really hot.
Which felt a little unfair considering Oikawa was currently having the worst night of his life and probably looked like shit after crying in a park for the past ten minutes.
"What about you?" he asked. "What are you doing out here this late?"
"My friends threw me a party for my birthday. Got sick of the noise and thought I'd come get some air."
Birthday party? Could that be...?
"Wait, so you're the birthday boy?" Tooru didn't actually know whose birthday it was. Some guy named Atsumu, Bokuto had said, but he didn't know him. He'd only caught a glimpse of him when they arrived. "Pretty sure you had blond hair when I saw you two hours ago."
A smile spread across the stranger's lips.
"Nah. That'd be my brother."
Brother? Oh. Twins, then.
Now that he mentioned it, they did look alike.
"Twins, huh? I can see it. Tell your brother his hair sucks, though. That blond is a disgrace."
He chuckled. "I'll make sure to pass that along. I'm Miya Osamu, by the way."
"Oikawa Tooru." He tilted his head slightly. "So, Osamu, are you allowed to ditch your own birthday party? Aren't your friends gonna come looking for you?"
"Maybe." Osamu shrugged. "Yours?"
"They probably are."
"Do you wanna go back, then?"
Oikawa bit his lip. He knew Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were probably searching for him right now, maybe they'd heard he left and why and were worried. But he didn't want to go back face his boyfriend. Well, ex boyfriend.
He didn't think he could handle it right now.
"No."
Osamu nodded, not asking why, not pushing. If Oikawa wanted to talk, he would.
The brunette appreciated it, and after a short silence, he spoke again.
"I broke up with my boyfriend tonight." Osamu raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Caught him with another guy at your party."
"I'm sorry."
Oikawa nodded, staring down at the burning cigarette between his fingers as ashes fell to the ground.
"Me too."
"That's his loss. I know we just met but for what it's worth, you’re funny and seem like a really nice person."
His gaze flickered briefly over Oikawa's face.
"And you're beautiful. He's gonna regret losing ya."
Oikawa blinked.
For a second, he didn't know what to say, caught completely off guard.
His chest felt strangely warmer. "Thank you."
Silence settled between them after that.
Eventually, Osamu flicked the last bit of his cigarette away and crushed it beneath his shoe.
"Where are you staying?"
"On campus."
"Want me to take you back?"
"I can't possibly let you do that and miss the rest of your party. It's your birthday."
"And I'm choosing to drive you back, he insisted. I don't like loud parties anyway, that's more my brother's thing."
Oikawa hesitated.
"C'mon. I'm offering," he insisted. Not pushy, just certain. Like he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Oikawa exhaled softly.
"...If you're sure, then alright. Thank you." A faint teasing smirk tugged at his lips. "But you better not be trying to take advantage of the poor, heartbroken guy that I am."
Osamu let out a quiet laugh as he got to his feet.
"Wouldn't dream of it. C'mon."
And so Oikawa followed him out of the park.
The night air didn't feel quite as biting anymore. Not as cold.
They walked in comfortable silence until Osamu stopped near the curb, right in front of—
"A bike?"
Oikawa let out a short laugh, shaking his head. Why wasn't he even surprised?
Osamu smirked slightly, one hand resting on the handlebars.
"You're not scared, are ya?"
Oikawa scoffed immediately.
"Of course not. My best friend has one, so I'm actually pretty used to it." He tilted his head slightly, a hint of pride slipping into his expression. "I can drive too."
Osamu raised an amused eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Mm-hm."
Osamu grabbed a helmet hanging from the handle and stepped closer.
He carefully placed it on Oikawa's head, fingers brushing through his hair as he adjusted the straps beneath his chin.
"I don't have a spare." His hand lingered a second longer than necessary before pulling away. "So here. Take mine."
He climbed onto the motorcycle, and Oikawa followed behind him, swinging one leg over the bike. His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment before finally settling around Osamu's waist.
He leaned in slightly as the bike pulled away from the curb, the sudden movement forcing him closer.
Oikawa tightened his grip just a little.
"Actually... can we go somewhere else?" he asked after a moment.
Osamu didn't slow down, though his head tilted slightly.
"Where?"
"I don't know, I just..." Oikawa rested his forehead lightly between Osamu's shoulder blades for a second, eyes slipping shut. "I don't think I want to go back just yet."
Because if he did, he'd be alone.
And if he was alone, he'd think.
And Oikawa really didn't want to think any more tonight.
"Alright. Hold tight."
The bike smoothly changed direction, speeding up slightly as they veered away.
The city blurred around them. Streetlights stretched into golden streaks, cold wind slipping beneath their clothes. Oikawa should've been freezing, but he wasn't.
Not with the warmth of the body right in front of him.
Slowly, the city gave way to quieter surroundings. Fewer people, fewer cars. Just long roads stretching endlessly ahead.
Eventually, Osamu slowed down and pulled over near a bridge before cutting the engine.
Oikawa climbed off, followed shortly by Osamu, and together they walked the rest of the way side by side until they reached the railing.
Osamu leaned against it first, casual, like he'd been there a hundred times before.
Oikawa followed, resting his arms against the cold metal.
The view stretched wide before them, the city lights reflecting over the dark water below, shimmering softly in the distance.
"I like coming here when I've got a lot on my mind," Osamu said after a moment. "No one ever comes here. It's... peaceful. And the view's nice."
Oikawa let his gaze drift across the horizon.
It really was.
Something about it made everything feel... farther away somehow.
He turned his head slightly, stealing a quick glance at the guy beside him before looking back at the view, lips curving faintly.
"It is."
They stayed leaning against the railing, shoulders nearly brushing, both staring up at the sky where only a handful of stars scattered across the darkness.
Oikawa tilted his head back and exhaled slowly.
God... he wished he had something stronger than nicotine right now.
Something to blur the edges, something to quiet his mind.
Beside him, Osamu shifted slightly before reaching into his jacket.
Oikawa glanced over and blinked when he spotted the flask.
"You read my mind."
Osamu let out a quiet laugh, unscrewing the cap before handing it over. "Figured ya might need some."
Oikawa didn't hesitate, he took a sip and immediately winced.
He coughed lightly, breath catching. "Too strong?"
Oikawa shook his head, their fingers brushing briefly as he handed it back.
They passed the flask back and forth for a while, the alcohol slowly loosening the tight knot in Oikawa's chest.
Eventually, silence settled between them again, softer this time.
"So... tell me about yourself."
Oikawa hummed quietly, thinking for a second before straightening slightly.
"My name is Oikawa Tooru. I'm twenty-one, and I'm an astronomy major." He started. "I have a best friend I grew up with. He's kind of always been there. And an older sister too."
Osamu listened attentively, his attention entirely on him now instead of the sky.
"I like sweets, sports. Aliens too."
Osamu's eyebrow lifted slightly. "Aliens?"
"Yeah." His lips curved faintly. "I think I saw a UFO fly over my house when I was eight. Not really sure though."
"You think aliens are real?"
Oikawa tilted his head thoughtfully.
"I don't know... maybe? I mean the universe is huge. There's gotta be something else out there."
Osamu nodded slowly.
"Guess that makes sense."
Another comfortable silence settled between them.
Then Oikawa spoke again, quieter this time.
"I used to play volleyball."
Osamu turned his head toward him immediately. There was something different in Oikawa's voice now. Something fragile.
"I started playing when I was a kid just for fun, then I got really good and fell in love with it. I even wanted to go pro after high school."
"What happened?"
"I hurt my knee."
A pause.
"Badly," he added. "I tried to ignore it at first. Trained harder, forced my knee to keep up. But the doctor told me if I kept going, I might never be able to play again at all."
His gaze dropped toward the dark water below.
"Had to kiss that dream goodbye."
"That... must've been horrible for you." Osamu said quietly. "I'm sorry. I can't even imagine what it must've felt like."
Oikawa shook his head gently, a faint smile returning. "It's alright."
The memory still lingered in his voice.
He took another sip from the flask, slower this time.
"It's been years. I made peace with it."
Then he turned his head fully toward Osamu.
"Your turn now." A small, curious smile tugged at his lips. "Who is Miya Osamu?"
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They stayed on that bridge for another hour and a half before finally deciding it was time to head back.
Oikawa learned a lot about Osamu during those two hours.
Like the fact that he'd owned a goldfish as a kid, but both he and his brother assumed the other one was feeding it, so it ended up dying pretty quickly.
Or that he dyed his hair during his first year of high school so people could tell him and Atsumu apart more easily.
Or that he pierced his ears in his second year because he thought it'd make him look cooler and help him get more girls.
"Did it work?" Oikawa asked, amused.
Osamu nodded, laughing slightly.
"Yeah. Really well, actually."
He'd even gotten a girlfriend out of it before eventually realizing he liked boys more.
Osamu was also way funnier than he had expected, and Oikawa found himself laughing way too loudly at his jokes and ridiculous childhood stories.
He learned that Osamu actually used to play volleyball too, but stopped after high school because he didn't love it enough to chase a career in it.
He didn’t have a favorite color, but he absolutely hated orange and anything neon, which, in Oikawa’s opinion, was perfectly valid.
Osamu didn’t have a favorite food either. He loved pretty much everything—though if he really had to choose, it would be onigiri—which was partly why he’d decided to study culinary arts.
He said he wanted to open his own restaurant someday, and he sounded so determined that Oikawa had no doubt he would.
He could cook. Bake, too. And when Oikawa had mentioned milk bread being his favorite food at some point during their conversation, Osamu had given him a slightly surprised look.
"Milk bread?"
Oikawa shrugged.
"What? Don’t judge me, it’s good."
"I ain’t judging. Just didn’t expect that to be your favorite."
"And what exactly did you expect?"
Osamu hummed.
"I don’t know. Maybe something fancier?"
Oikawa scoffed. "Please. I’m a simple man."
That earned a small smile from Osamu.
"Then I’ll make you some someday."
Oikawa stared. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Homemade?"
"Obviously."
Oikawa studied him for a second.
"You promise?"
Osamu met his gaze.
"Yeah. I promise."
Eventually, they made their way back to the bike. This time, Oikawa's hands settled more naturally around Osamu's waist, fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as the engine roared back to life.
The ride back felt too short. Or maybe he just didn't want it to end.
The campus came into view and Osamu slowed the bike, then stopped in front of Oikawa's building.
The brunette climbed off, slowly, dragging the moment out. He pulled the helmet off and handed it back, fingers brushing Osamu's again.
He offered to walk him to his door, and Oikawa agreed, falling into step beside him slowly.
They reached the door after a moment and for a second, neither of them moved.
Oikawa shifted his weight slightly, hands slipping into his pockets.
"Thanks for the ride," he said, a small smile tugged at his lips. "And the company. I hope we can do this again sometime."
"I'd really like that."
A pause.
They didn't say anything, eyes not leaving each other for a few seconds before Oikawa looked away, nervous. Why? He wasn't sure. But when he looked back up, Osamu wasn't looking at his eyes anymore.
The space between them suddenly felt too small, and Osamu stepped closer before he could stop himself. He didn't overthink it, didn't hesitate. He just leaned in and closed the the distance.
The kiss was soft, gentle. But it was over almost as soon as it started.
Osamu pulled back, eyes widening slightly like he'd just realized what he'd done.
"I'm sorry," he immediately apologized. "I'm sorry that was.., I shouldn't have—"
Oikawa didn't let him finish.
He reached forward and pressed their lips together again.
Osamu froze for half a second before melting into it.
Oikawa's fingers curled into the front of his jacket as he leaned into him fully.
The kiss was slower, deeper.
Osamu's hand slid up, cupping Oikawa's jaw as the other rested firm against his waist, pulling him closer.
When they finally pulled apart, they stayed close.
Oikawa swallowed, searching for words.
"I... just got out of a relationship." He started, honest. "And I can't tell you my feelings for him are just gonna disappear overnight. Because they're not. "
Osamu nodded, quiet, understanding completely.
"But... I think I like you," Oikawa added. His lips pressed together briefly. "And I had a really good time with you tonight."
That made Osamu smile.
"I'm not sure what to do with it. I don't even know if I want to do anything about it right now, but..."
"It's okay," Osamu said softly. "I get it."
His thumb brushed lightly against Oikawa's cheek before dropping away again.
"We don't gotta be anything you’re not ready for," he added. "We don't even gotta be more than tonight if you don't want to. I know you need time."
Oikawa's shoulders relaxed just a little.
"But I had a really good time with ya too," Osamu said, a genuine smile on his face. "And I'd like to get to know you better."
Oikawa looked at him for a second.
Then smiled.
"It doesn't have to mean anything," Osamu added quickly. "I'd just... like to be around. If you'll let me."
"I'd love to have you around."
Something in Osamu's expression eased at that.
"Then it's settled."
A quiet moment passed between them.
Neither quite ready to move just yet.
They looked at each other and for a second, Oikawa thought Osamu might kiss him once more when his gaze dropped back to his lips.
But he didn't.
"Good night, Tooru," he said instead.
He lingered just a second longer before stepping back.
"Good night, Osamu."
Oikawa watched him until he disappeared out of sight.
Then he turned, stepped inside his room, and let the door fall shut behind him.
He exhaled, leaning back against the door, eyes falling shut. A slow smile crept onto his face before he could stop it.
Okay. Maybe tonight wasn’t so bad after all.