He made it about halfway across the parking lot before stopping and realizing that Iwaizumi's car wasn't where it was two hours ago.
That damn bastard!
Oikawa threw his head back, sighing loudly. The setting sun splattered its golden beams across the clouds, and it would have been beautiful if Oikawa wasn't so incredibly annoyed. Taking a deep breath, he settled on a nearby bench and made a mental list of "things that bothered him" to compose himself:
1. He lost self-control in front of an inferior.
2. Kageyama Tobio is blunt and he blushed because of that.
3. Kageyama Tobio successfully insulted him.
4. He can't tell if Kageyama Tobio was absolute trash at flirting, or just absolutely amazing at being sarcastic.
5. His best friend ditched him without reason, and it's almost dark out.
Oikawa let out a groan. Usually, Iwaizumi or his parents dominated the list of "things that bothered him", so why the heck is the majority of this list composed of Kageyama? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he pulled out his phone to call Iwaizumi, and then to check for the next train home because Iwaizumi ignored all eight of his calls. The train station was a good twenty-minute walk away, but he had no choice.
Hauling himself to his feet and adjusting his grip on the handle of his trumpet case, he began his walk. As he exited the parking lot, his ears perked at the sound of wheels grinding against the concrete sidewalk behind him. Ignoring whoever it was, he continued his way down the street. The sound followed for the next five minutes, accompanied by sneakers slapping against the sidewalk until Oikawa finally allowed himself to peek out of the corner of his eye, and instantly regret it. Kageyama was staring at his phone, the glow of the screen illuminating his face in the fading light. One hand held the device, thumb dancing across the screen, while the other wheeled a cello case in his wake.
"Oi," Oikawa hissed. "Why are you following me?"
"Oikawa-san," he looked up from his screen. "I am not following you. We just happen to be going the same way."
Oikawa turned away and kept walking, nose scrunching in irritation.
They were about halfway into their journey when, as if on cue, the first droplets of water fell from the darkened sky. Cursing, he dove under the nearest overhang, which happened to be a café. Unfortunately, Kageyama seemed to have the same idea and followed suit, the two of them almost colliding. "Watch it," Oikawa growled, smoothing his hair to make sure that it looked its best. Kageyama gazed back at him with steely blue eyes, face expressionless. Oikawa inwardly groaned. From the looks of it, Kageyama didn't have an umbrella, and neither did he.
"Well, I guess we're stuck here until this rain stops," Oikawa sighed. "I can't believe Iwa-chan ditched me!"
Why am I talking to him? We just happened to be going the same way, no big deal. I hate him, right? I mean, why are we even chatting amicably? We're barely acquaint-
"I thought Iwaizumi-san had a family dinner."
Oikawa made sure he had the bitterest expression on his face to further illustrate the point of his abhorrence towards Kageyama before snapping, "He lives alone. It was just a stupid excuse."
Kageyama nodded.
They stood in silence for a few more minutes, and Oikawa debated his options. He could either make a run for it, search for another shelter, risking his carefully styled hair in the process. The other option was to stay here, or worse, go inside the café with Tobio. He was almost ready to start his sprint when Kageyama coughed pointedly. "Do you want to go inside, Oikawa-san?"
What do I say? "Uh, no, thanks? I'd rather stand outside while the sky pours buckets and the temperature drops so I don't have to go into this stupid little café with you, sit, and be awkward?
"Yeah, sure."
The rain finally let up half an hour later, and it was well past eight when it does. It was just as Kageyama predicted: the two of them had sat in silence, sipping their drinks and scrolling around on their phones. It wasn't especially awkward, but Kageyama was definitely not the preferred company Oikawa would have liked to keep.
Oikawa started gathering himself, making a move to go when he felt Kageyama's eyes boring into him. He glanced at him, and was shocked at the intensity there. Oikawa was almost transfixed for a moment, held by his steely blue gaze.
"Oikawa-san."
You're annoying. Right?
Somehow, the past half hour didn't seem so bad.
"Yeah?"
Kageyama spoke deliberately, weighing each of his words before letting them out of his mouth.
"You're a trumpet player."
Oikawa nodded, wondering why he was stating the obvious.
"And I'm a cellist."
A pretty damn good one for someone your age.
"Then why," Kageyama blinked. "Why do you have to be so competitive against someone that's not of your own kind?"
Oh. He thinks I'm petty.
Oikawa hesitated. "Because you won?"
Kageyama rose to his feet, brushing off his jeans. "Oikawa-san, why don't you get over it?"
Excuse me? I'm a musician. I need to win. I need to grab every opportunity and crush my opponents and earn awards.
"Excuse me for saying this, seeing as I might not have had as much musical experience as you," Kageyama murmured, reaching for his cello case. "But our lives are long, right? What's the point of getting hung up on a single grudge you have against a mere university student? You've already graduated, and we have nothing in the area of competition anymore, presently. My orchestra might have achieved a higher standing than yours in the past, but this is the present, Oikawa-san. People change, evolve, and improve. There's no point in focusing on our losses if that means we can't move forward. I am a cellist, and you a trumpet player. It would not be appropriate for anyone to say that one of us would surpass the other, as our instruments and abilities are overwhelmingly different."
Oikawa blinked. That was… long? Obnoxious? Pretentious?
"That was beautifully said."
Even Kageyama seemed shocked at Oikawa's sudden burst of genuine compliment. He gave a small bow. "I am glad you think so, Oikawa-san."
Suddenly, he doesn't seem so annoying.
Oikawa fumbled for words. "Uh, just Oikawa is fine, I suppose."
Kageyama nodded, and to Oikawa's surprise, a shadow of a smile ghosted Kageyama's lips.
When Oikawa reached the door of the café, he was surprised to find reluctance tugging at his chest. I would honestly like to get to know more about him.
"After all," Kageyama called after him. "I'd hate for you to think of me unfavourably."
