Yesterday's Oikawa would be ashamed if he knew what today's Oikawa had done. It was shocking to see how easily the words slipped from his hands. Little taps of his fingers got together against his pride and made their way to Iwaizumi Hajime. His sense of shame was lost since the day he decided to watch Boku no Pico, but that was a story for later. Unlike the shame, his pride was there, standing proud. His pride could be counted as an individual, had its own pride. But there were also his fingers, those pretty, sinful tentacles, never letting him to live peacefully. He glared at his fingers, at those works of satan, and turned them towards his window.
"Why are you like this? I'm looking after you quite well, aren't I? Look outside- there are fingers, forced to go outside, to that battlefield, and freeze! Look carefully- they don't even have gloves!" he said with an over dramatic tone and added "You selfish sinners! I'm wearing gloves even inside the house!"
He grabbed his phone quickly and messaged the people who were responsible for his current state.
Oikawa: Someone please cut my fingers off.
Oikawa: No, they don't belong to me
Oikawa: They are minions of the devil- just like you two
Matsukawa: i know a group of people who will do it with pleasure
Hanamaki: What could we possibly do to your not-leaving-the-house-for-a-week self?
Hanamaki: it is physically impossible
Oikawa: They sent a message to Iwaizumi
Oikawa: I want to underline, NOT ME
Oikawa: the fingers did
Hanamaki: What did they say, son
Hanamaki: I know you did nothing wrong
Hanamaki: Mama's proud ＼(*T▽T*)／
Matsukawa: congrats on your first step on the way of becoming an actual human being
Matsukawa: daddy is too proud
Oikawa: Stop making fun it
Oikawa: What am I supposed to do
Oikawa: What if he replies back
Matsukawa: that's what social platforms for, oiks
Hanamaki: Messages are sent to get replies back
Oikawa was about to reply but saw the icon of his jmail upon the screen. He left the fantastic duo alone to look at the message. He held his breath, taking his right hand up, muttered a "don't mess the things up".
There were two different messages; one from his drama club, the other from Iwaizumi Hajime. He quickly opened the latter.
Hello, stalker.
I already have lots of people stalking me, it is your decision to join them if you want. Besides, If there's a poor soul here, it would be you without doubt, because you can't even open your books wide. I have a habit of sleeping under my books. I mean under their pages, and their smell is something that cannot be replaced. You should try it sometime, it's relaxing. Say hello to your inner voice too, he craves for attention as far as I can say.
He read it again and again, and again and again, and changed his idea about Iwaizumi's kindness. The guy was rude! Oikawa felt his anger rise, with every word he read, wondering what kind of neandertal tortures his books by sleeping under them. That meant war. He started to type.
Hello, Iwa-chan.
I'm going to call you that from now on. The reason of it is the inexperienced state of mind of yours. I'm taking the wheel and as a true bookworm, going to educate you. First, I have a name and prefer to be called by it, which is Oikawa Tooru. Second, you need to understand what is the meaning of the existence of the books. They are meant to be read. I don't know if you noticed but there are words and therefore sentences in it. We, normal humans, use blankets when we sleep. I think these are enough for today, If you happen to wonder anything about those up, you may ask.
Plus, my inner self got hurt from your words, how rude!
He considered to add some smileys because his words might hurt Iwaizumi, If he read it wrong way. However, the guy's rudeness hit him so hard that Oikawa thought of this as a payback. Remembering his attitude towards the fragile beings like books, Oikawa hit the send button as aggressively as he used to hit the volleyball in high school.
He went to Shiratorizawa Academy until college but deciding that he could no longer bear there, he left without looking back. there was no photo or memory of the school except for the volleyball he had. Volleyball was the only thing that kept him there for more than ten years. He positioned as a setter, a really good one. However, he was not a genius who talented naturally, the only thing he had was his hard work. Well, considering the other Shiratorizawa members, he always felt incompetent, in spite of his passion towards the volleyball, towards standing in the court. Oikawa shrugged the unpleasant memories, memories of him practicing from early mornings to late nights, practicing so hard that his hands and ankles aching, yet none of them were sufficient enough to be the best.
He closed down his computer, which happened rare, and made himself a cup of tea. There was a play he should have read, so he took the cup and the play and got under his blankets. God, comedy of manners is such a torture, he sighed.
Iwaizumi believed in the theory about fictional characters, which suggested that they really exist somewhere in universe. That meant Godzilla really exist out there, and even the idea of it made him excited, and at some nights, he couldn't get any sleep because of making out plans to take down the Godzilla in case he were to came across it. Yes, it sounded impossible but being ready for a such thing wouldn't hurt anyone. This was his ultimate secret and he put all his effort to task of hiding it. Tonight, he fought it again for the millionth time in his dream but something strange happened; Godzilla smiled creepily at him then he woke up.
He could not figure out exactly when or how much he slept. He liked days like this. Iwaizumi was a person who lived spontaneously, he didn't favoured plans or alarms or the things happened in regular basis. It did not mean that he was not punctual, he managed to do his things on their time.
He got up and looked at his schedule, his tuesdays and fridays were free, rest of the days were full with his third year classes. He was looking forward to take Genetics and Insect Behaviour classes, which he would be taking for the first time this semester. Arthropods were simply amazing him and he wanted to develop his studies on that subject. Hajime sometimes wished that the one who woke up as an insect had been him rather than Gregor Samsa. Okay, the story was about alienation to self but he couldn't help, he was a biologist and that would be one hell of an experience to him. He rolled to his back on bed and looked at the ceiling.
A notification sound reached his ears and with that he remembered why he had slept with his phone under the pillow. Normally, he would just thank the strangers that appreciated him but he decided to go for a proper response this time. There was something about the message that made him smile and annoyed at the same time and he wanted to learn more about the guy.
Quickly grabbing his phone, he felt a warmness creeping all over him. The stranger replied back. He smiled and tapped the message, and his smile began to decline with every word. The warmth he felt was also leaving, apparently it got confused in the first hand when it decided come to Iwaizumi.
Arrogant bastard. He admitted something about himself in the first message but what he got back? An angry response from a book worshipper. Iwaizumi himself too, respected books, but he also wanted to make use of them in every way he could.
He locked his phone and was about to ignore the stranger then he realized something. Oikawa Tooru. He gave his name. Iwaizumi started to search for his tablet which was nowhere in sight. Hurriedly, he tried to got up from the bed and well, tried. His foot caught the blanket and he stumbled forwards. Cursing the blankets while trying to get rid of them, he noticed his tablet right next to his pillow, where he must have left before sleeping. He laid back and kicked the blankets one last time, then grabbed the tablet and opened facebook. He typed the name, there were three different Oikawa Tooru. He was about to click the first one when he noticed the profile photo of the third one. It was familiar but he could not exactly figure out from where, so ignoring the first two, he went for the third Oikawa.
Studying English Literature in University of Tokyo. Aha! It was the guy he was looking for. No wonder he was such a book admirer. He clicked the profile photo and it hit him that moment that he was the same guy Yahaba tried to set him up with. It was a self taken photo with Oikawa smiling wide and making a peace sign. He was wearing a turquoise hoodie, written 'I don't believe in humans' in front. Iwaizumi smiled, not at the smile the guy giving, but at the hints of his personality in background. Space nerd, a cup with little volleyballs printed on surface, pair of glasses near a mountain of books: Titus Andronicus, Hamlet, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Canterbury Tales, Oliver Twist, Heart of Darkness and so much more.
There was no more photo and he wondered why. The guy was good looking, almost pretty for a male. His hair was well made when compared to Hajime's short messy hair. His eyes were matching with his chocolate brown hair, and contrasting the paleness of his skin. Iwaizumi hold his hand up, looking at the difference between their skins. His was naturally tan but there was also darkness came with exposition to sun for long hours of trips. On the other side of the screen, the guy's skin was nearly milk white, as if he had seen a ghost before taking the photo. No- this was a kind of guy who would scare the ghost itself, so he got his thought back. He is the best man of devil himself- be warned. Kyotani was a nice guy, what caused him to comment harsh like this made Iwaizumi wonder.
He took his phone back to reply, with every intention to re-build the respect they murdered only with the first three messages.
Hello again, Oikawa.
I'm going to ignore the trash you sent me just before and opening a new page, okay? I have my ways in life and you have yours, let's try not to get in each other's ways. I also hope you stop calling me like you did before. I heard about you from my friends before and know that you use facebook so i'd like to talk there if you don't mind because this way i'm feeling like i'm chatting with my professors.
I didn't mean to hurt your inner self too, so can you please pass my apologies to him?
Oikawa screamed into his pillow when he read the apology. Iwaizumi's kindness made his insides twist, not in an unpleasant way. His inner self was spiralling, like the times he read Wuthering Heights or he ate milk bread.
He had just been finished with the play once he saw the message, which had been sent only six minutes ago. He immediately typed an answer, hoping to catch Iwaizumi online. Today was Oikawa's last day in home; by tomorrow, he was supposed to go classes for a week.
Hi, Iwa-chan.
No I'm going to keep that nickname, because you called my message trash. Other than that, I join your idea about chatting with professors, you can add me there if you want.
Plus, my inner self will be throwing a party in the honor of your kindness tonight.
He hit the send button this time happily. He got up and picked up the books he left here and there, there was a mess whenever he decided to study. The subjects he studied were related all, causing a big trash of books and photocopies scattered around.
A sound of vibration caught his attention. Oikawa put his glasses on and went back to find an short answer and a friendship request. Accepting the request, he clicked his message box, waiting for Iwaizumi to be available. He felt nervous when he saw Iwaizumi typing.
Iwaizumi Hajime: thanks for accepting the request
Iwaizumi Hajime: hi, by the way
Oikawa Tooru: Hey
Oikawa Tooru: You're welcome.
Oikawa Tooru: I hope i'm not keeping you busy here…?
Iwaizumi Hajime: no- this is my last day off before school, i was planning to sleep through it
Oikawa Tooru: Okay, same here.
Oikawa Tooru: Except for the sleeping part though...
Iwaizumi Hajime: i just got back from France
Iwaizumi Hajime: sleep was the only thing in my mind on my way back
Oikawa narrowed his eyes, wasn't this guy mentioning the word sleep too much? As if he wanted to sleep... If that was the case, Oikawa would let him because he didn't intend to be a burden to people, especially to ones he'd just met.
Oikawa Tooru: Man.. You go get some sleep then.
Iwaizumi Hajime: it can wait till night i guess
Oikawa Tooru: Okay then…
Oikawa Tooru: How was France?
Iwaizumi Hajime: France was same as it is in the photos
Iwaizumi Hajime: hot, sunny, reeking history and art
Oikawa Tooru: Awww
Oikawa Tooru: My inner self is melting inside.
Iwaizumi Hajime: isn't he suppose to prepare for party?
Oikawa Tooru: He is such a talented young man, Iwa-chan.
Oikawa Tooru: He can prepare for the party and join our conversation at the same time.
As soon as he sent the messages, he regretted his choice of words, he was not supposed to buddy-talk with a stranger. He should have kept the nickname to himself, at least for an hour or so but no, his fingers were unstoppable once they decided to write something. Furthermore, he felt close to Iwaizumi for a reason he could not yet understand, like there had never been boundaries between them, like they knew each other for years. The message sound took him from his thoughts.
Iwaizumi Hajime: you should take that nickname and leave us alone with your inner self
Oikawa Tooru: How rude!
Oikawa Tooru: Are you two going to stab me in back?
Oikawa Tooru: I'm forbidding you to interact. Besides that nickname fits you.
Iwaizumi Hajime: oh no!
Iwaizumi Hajime: our plan has been figured out so early!
Iwaizumi Hajime: how come you know it fits, you barely even know me
I, too, ask myself this, he muttered. He really did not know the answer, he just got the sense that it would fit, and there was a tone in it, plus he did not like being formal. Nickname confirmed.
Oikawa Tooru: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Oikawa Tooru: I don't know
Oikawa Tooru: It just fits well, kind of melodic.
Iwaizumi Hajime: can your inner voice do something about it, we are getting along with him
Oikawa Tooru: Noo he too likes this name.
Iwaizumi Hajime: sorry for the mistake, it should be 'we WERE getting along'
Oikawa Tooru: Rude…
Oikawa Tooru: You were talking about France?
Iwaizumi Hajime: *image*
Iwaizumi Hajime: i visited the Louvre most of my time in there
Iwaizumi Hajime: what about you? I just know that you're studying literature
He clicked the photo and froze. The photo was probably taken instant because there was a bed and light which Oikawa guessed it came from the computer. Although the focus was on the brochure of the museum, the place it stood was impossible to not to notice, which happened to be well tanned, and muscled, thighs of Iwaizumi. There should have been a religion devoted to those thighs, Oikawa took a mental note to search for it later.
Oikawa Tooru: („• ֊ •„)
Oikawa Tooru: Here are the keywords for 'An Introduction to Me': literature, space, volleyball, mangas, sparkles, angels, glory.
Iwaizumi Hajime: from which part are we responsible in midterm?
Oikawa Tooru: I'm trying to make it easy Iwa-chan!
Oikawa Tooru: Sparkles and glory part will make you pass by the way.
Iwaizumi Hajime: no
Iwaizumi Hajime: those were the only parts i cannot quite relate with you
Oikawa Tooru: I wonder how you do relate the angels part…
Oikawa winced at his flirtatious reply. Yet it was his nature, he couldn't help it, whether it was a girl or boy, he got easily cheesy. He sighed and waited for an answer, which came quickly.
Iwaizumi Hajime: enough talking today
Iwaizumi Hajime: it was pleasure to meet you
Oikawa Tooru: An embarrassed Iwa-chan is cute.
Maybe he should have stopped reading fanfictions too much. He was using cliche lines, almost without thinking, automatically. Iwaizumi seemed like a nice guy, maybe Oikawa's words were disturbing him but he could not do anything about it as he was too kind. The idea terrified Oikawa, but then he relaxed because Iwaizumi showed his 'unkind' self to him more than once already and he believed that if anything had disturbed him, Iwaizumi would have told. However, it had been ten minutes since his last message yet there was no reply. He couldn't help but worry, and decided to press.
Oikawa Tooru: Iwa-chan please don't leave.
Oikawa Tooru: o(╥﹏╥)
Iwaizumi Hajime: i went to make a coffee
Iwaizumi Hajime: a worried tooru is cute too
Oikawa Tooru: awww (*´∇｀*)
Iwaizumi's words made Oikawa scream into his pillow again, it was a remarkable success, two times on the same day. Very few people used his first name while calling him, let alone using it in the same sentence with the word 'cute'.
Iwaizumi Hajime: no it is horrifying
Oikawa Tooru: ewww
Iwaizumi Hajime: did you sit on your keyboard accidentally by any chance?
Oikawa Tooru: what mad-
Oikawa Tooru: RUDE!