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a/n: apologies for such late updates, darling. we have been bombarded with numerous quiz, and i had to stop writing for what seemed like an endless minimum.

our exams are soon, though, ill do my best to place my sole focus on writing! stay safe, darling, thank you!

as the brunette's eyes fluttered open slowly, his relaxed and laid down on the mattress position has swiftly changed into a more comfortable sitting tranquility, rubbing his rather stuck eyelids with the midst middle of his soft palm, eyes flickering around the rather midnight dark bedroom he was previously sleeping peacefully in before his slumber had ended casually. he felt a sudden pain well up in his right arm as he looked over and saw a thin yet long tube, sticking inside his skin with the thin needle being its main blade.

panic washed over him almost immediately, his chocolate orbs scanning the unknown located room quite throughly, despite the place having such mysterious thin atmosphere, he couldn't help but applaud and appreciate the simplicity of its design, with the walls colored night sky black along with a large sized mirror towards his left, his eyes traveled over towards the bedroom's corners small designs yet quite noble and dignified; the dimmed yet bright blue fluorescent lamp light that was neatly placed on the bedside wooden table, which seemed to be a drawer from it's circular handles.

taking a deep breath, he used his free hand to forcefully remove the pierced needle inside his lower arm, a grunt escaping his lips as a sharp pain went through his anatomy after doing so, sighing softly once the swift aching feeling flashed in a quick lightning brisk, grasping on the rather soft blanket for him to only forcibly removed the cloth from his physical contact, shuddering from the room's glacial temperature, an ac hang up in one of the middle walls as a small heater was casually placed on a random coffee table.

along with a random paper and an inked pen alongside with it. which Oikawa wanted to desperately read. though, despite his stupidity, he was quite smart and knew he needed to find a way out. or know who the bedroom belonged to. he atleast saw a quick glimpse of the written words, but he never finished the rest. though, he lets it free from all his rushing.

once he slipped his feet off the nearly sinking comfortable mattress he had just fixed his position up from, his shoulders shuddered as he lets out a quick quiver, the rather cool wooden yet thick floorboards slightly creaked once he had fully placed his weight on it afterwards standing up, his head was spinning, though he paid no mind once his thoughts were unblurred, and his eyes turned clear in seeing his surroundings.

finding nothing strange, his hand grasp the doorknob once Oikawa had stepped a few meters towards the unopened door, reluctanly walking out upon noticing the lightened up bright hallway that was also black in its color, a single glass case which had a rather sharpened red edged axe - designed and hung on the wall for flavour and extra small details around the bout. the location wasn't fancy, it was more in the simple side more tjsn formal, except for the strange placed weapon, everything was overall alright.

"hello?" Oikawa questioned, his voice slightly echoing from the emptiness he was currently placed in, eyes averting everywhere in cautiousness and curiosity, he wasn't sure on where he was, he couldn't even remember on whom he was with the night before. all he could remmeber, was a masculine tone of voice speaking out to him, in terms of stating romance and affection for the brunette volleyball player - which flustered him lightly.

"hellooooo? where am i?" he repeated, adding in a few more syllable inside his bewildered statement, a rather unfamiliar shadow running past behind him in a swift movement, Oikawa gasping softly before clenching his fist in insticts, eyes flickering around in hopes of catching on whatever frightened his state. head turning in different angles, degrees, and directions as an added attempt. "w-who's there?!" he aksed in pure fear, his knees began to tremble once a knife was placed on his throat, feeling the sharp blade making contact with his neck.

he froze in his position, breathing going uneasy as sweat began to drip down his forehead in concern, not having a single clue in whatever could be happening towards him right at that moment, closing his eyes deeply shut whilst he impatiently waited for his death.

"Tōru..you look good in my clothes. you smell nice too,"

"oh shit, holy mother of karasuno's mr.refreshing Sugawara!" he yelped in surprise, turning around in meeting eyes and face to face meet with the [h/c] male, which [M/n] wore an apologetic though playfully childish genuine smile on his lips, his gingers gracefully twirling around the sharp knife around, his cold gaze softening its hardship upon taking notice of Oikawa's serenity taking over his washed fear once again.

"[M/n]-chan?!"

"no shit, do i look like Mario the plumber to you?"

the brunette couldn't help but feel tears bringing up back towards the corners of his eyes, happiness overlapping his already shown ecstacy from the moment the other male had simply grinned lazily and opened his arms in an invitation, Oikawa fortunately noticing the gesture, throwing himself onto the contracted killer in blight with no hesitation. "i thought it was a dream..im glad it wasn't..you're actually alive..! but, how?"

"mhm." [M/n] hummed with his small soft smile, feeling the brunette pull away slightly from the hug to give his lips a quick passionate peck, the [h/c] male swift to feel butterflies twisting his emotions and stomach in a positive way, staring at the gleaming Oikawa in guilt, though, the brown haired setter had to know the occurance. "i have alot to explain..hm? but I guess things happened to you too." he grabbed Oikawa by the wrist gently, careful to not hurt his lover in any way.

"hmph, more than alot of things! you made me suffer..!" the volleyball player childishly stated, his tone pitching on an upwards intonation whilst puffing his cheeks unknowingly at [M/n] backside point of viewing, which the murderer could only respond with a low chuckle, despite knowing Oikawa had held quite an stern point. "and..alot of things happened to me too, yeah.."

[M/n] moved his grip from the setter's wrist into the captain's hand, intertwining all his fingers with his with a light snicker parting his lips once a deep sigh escaped beforehand, "yes. im aware.."

"but i hope you know that no matter what you say, ill still love you, [M/n]-chan." the youngest coach bit his lower lip, his cheeks surprisingly flustering in a color hued red as he continued his steps to walk somewhere inside his home. "i love you too..."

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