Savage (An Oikawa Story)

Iwa-chan // Confession

edited June 11th, 2020.

Word Count: 2176 (lmao go off)
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Your POV

"This is ridiculous..." I mutter, reluctantly slipping on a sweatshirt with 'TWICE' written in bold font and dark sunglasses that Tooru lent me. He claims that the items belong to his mom, but I'm pretty sure the Twice sweatshirt is his. The soft cotton smells like him, and it's oddly... comforting. A week of walking to school, studying, eating, living, arguing, and just about doing everything with Tooru has taken a toll on me.

He's definitely not who I assumed he was, but I guess I've known that since we worked on that project together. The shallow playboy image is far from his actual identity. His drive to improve is obvious, as he comes home from practice glistening with sweat and limping for good measure, and I can tell he has an arsenal of personal problems.

What's remarkable is how well he avoids talking about it. He asks me how I'm doing practically every hour, but when someone asks him the same question, he just laughs it off. Tooru's obviously dealing with something- his parents have taken him aside to 'chat' after dinner more than once- but I won't pry. At least not yet. Besides, I have other issues to address... like attending Tooru's mf volleyball practice.

"This isn't bad..." Tooru begins, circling me like a stage mom from Toddlers and Tiaras. "But it needs something else." His face scrunches up in concentration before lighting up in triumph. "Ah! Dark red lipstick!"

"WHY WOULD I HAVE- oh wait, I think I do have some in my backpack. I wrote 'KMS' on my forehead with it one time." I say nonchalantly, sliding my backpack off my shoulders to retrieve it. "I've done it all." Now it's Tooru's turn to gawk at me like I've just grown a second nose.

"I think I'm going to have to start calling you 'Insane-chan.'"

"Don't you dare!" I finish applying the lipstick and turn to face him. Tooru grins in approval, but I notice a hint of sympathy flicker across his face. I know he's worried- he's made it very clear that he's more than willing to be a 'safe space' (he calls it) if I feel depressed- but I'm fine. In fact, I've never felt safer. I've never felt more... loved.

We exit the bathroom and head to the volleyball gym, where Iwaizumi is waiting. He and Tooru are Aoba Johsai's power duo, both on and off the court. Honestly, I was a little skeptical when I saw Iwaizumi throw a watering can at Tooru's head last year, but from the way Tooru talks about his beloved 'Iwa-chan' I can tell they have a close bond.

"What if your fans figure out who I am?" I ask as we near our destination. Tooru shrugs.

"I doubt that'll happen." He theorizes. "You look like a rave bae that's whipped for Twice. Now remember- your name is Momo, and you are my good friend when questioned."

"Got it."

"Okay, let's do this!" He cheers. Sighing, I trudge into the gym with Tooru. As soon as we enter, his fans cry out in happiness from the bleachers.

"Oikawa senpai!!"

"Kyaaaa! He's so hot!"

"Notice me senpai!!!"

"uwu." I hear. Wait, what?

As we approach the court, Tooru eagerly trotting over and me dragging my feet behind him, Iwaizumi comes to greet us. I'm first drawn to his piercing eyes, then his toned arms, and finally... his sharp eyebrows, which are turned downwards in a glare.

"Trashykawa, help set up. Wait- who's this?" Tooru puts his arm around me and grins, much to Iwaizumi's confusion.

"Iwa-chan, this is Y/N in disguise! She's staying with me for a while, remember? We're already great friends-" I feel my heart skip a beat. "- so I thought I'd formally introduce her to you." Iwaizumi extends a hand. I offer mine, and he shakes it firmly.