Just before the concert ended, he found Iwaizumi, halfway carrying him out of the club and to the truck. He enjoyed the way his best friend would loosen up at concerts, drinking as though he didn't have work at eight the next morning.
Oikawa did carry him into the house when they got there, for he'd fallen asleep during the drive. None too lightly, he dropped him on his bed and reached for his phone.
The text was short and simple: What the hell?
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The Best Damn Thing
FanfictionOikawa Tooru is perfect. At least, that's what everyone thinks. His entire life has been spent hiding behind the show he puts on. Only Iwaizumi knows where he comes from. Until Sugawara Koushi came along. From the moment they met, Oikawa has been...
