In the Key of FU
A Drabble Series
Beta: GravityBug
It was that time of year again.
"I wonder who will cry this time," Oikawa Tohru pondered, his posture lackadaisical as he lay practically sprawled out over one of the many plush, red chairs that adorned the concert hall. "Somebody always does."
This statement, like most of his statements, was ended with a punch to his arm, courtesy of his childhood friend Iwaizumi.
"That hurt Iwa-chan," came Oikawa's response, his voice whiny and his eyes filling with tears, although he suspected that Iwaizumi had already built up an immunity to both.
"Really, is it that hard for you to muster up even an ounce of compassion Shittykawa?"
Oikawa glanced from the nervous line of musicians to Iwaizumi, his eyes half-lidded. With each spring, came the flood of violin, viola, cello, and bass players vying for a spot in the Shiratorizawa orchestra, an elite, string exclusive ensemble. Most didn't make it and the ones that did, well…
"Once they experience one of the Machine's practices, I'll maybe start feeling compassionate." Oikawa replied.
Commotion occurred in the tryout line then; a small ginger had pitched forward, emptying what Oikawa could only assume to be his lunch onto the shoes of the black-haired man in front of him.
Oikawa sighed happily. "Wakatoshi-sensei is going to eat them alive."
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