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"Did you even hear a word I said?"
Oikawa blinked heavily and pulled himself back into the present where his friend Hanamaki was chewing his food obnoxiously and glaring at him.
"I'm trying to listen, but all I'm hearing is you smacking your lips like a fucking cow," Oikawa mumbled, running a hand over his forehead and feeling the beginnings of a cold sweat.
Hanamaki took an even bigger bite of his burger and talked with his mouth full, "You're a raging bitch when you're coming down, you know that?"
"Fuck you and swallow your food before you talk, pig."
Hanamaki flipped the brunette off as he reached for his drink to wash his food down.
Setting the cup back on the table, Hanamaki cleared his throat and glanced up at Oikawa, "You still don't have anything on canvas for finals."
Oikawa sighed, covering his eyes with his hand, "And?"
"Well," Hanamaki shifted in the booth across from him, "It is over half our grade. Aren't you worried you won't make it in time?"
"It gets done when I get inspired," Oikawa murmured, digging his fingers into his eyes, trying to reach the pounding headache in his brain. Too much alcohol last night, that's what it was.
No, Oikawa thought, too many 'sweet' drinks. Why did all the guys at the bars only ever send him fruity fucking drinks? He likes men, so he must want a fucking cavity while he gets drunk. God, the sugar from those drinks was going to kill him.
"What happens if you don't get inspired?" Hanamaki asked, taking another bite of his food and glancing down to Oikawa's untouched plate.
"Then I guess I fail," Oikawa grumbled, leaning over in his seat to dig in his pockets. His fingers touched the prescription pill bottle that had someone else's name on it and pulled it out to dig deeper.
"Oikawa, what are you doing?" Hanamaki asked, exasperated.
"My head is fucking killing me," Oikawa growled, his pockets coming up empty and he cursed. He swore there was an extra Oxy in there earlier, where the fuck was it?
"Take an Asprin or something," Hanamaki clicked his tongue and glanced away from the bottle in Oikawa's hand.
"Yeah sure," Oikawa said sarcastically, "and while I'm at it, why don't I try putting out a wildfire by just spitting on it?"
"You're being dramatic."
"And you're being insensitive to my pain, Maki-chan," Oikawa clenched his hands into fists and shoved the bottle back in his pocket, admitting defeat.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
Hanamaki's face pinched. He knew why Oikawa was asking for his boyfriend and he regretted introducing them every time the brunette brought it up.
"Seriously, Oikawa. Have you ever even tried normal painkillers?" Hanamaki grumbled, swallowing the last of his burger and wiping his fingers off.
"Where. Is. He?" Oikawa grit out, having to squint now through the pain.
Hanamaki glanced at Oikawa and sighed, "Science building. Mr. Sutts' chemistry."
Oikawa stood and shoved his uneaten food at the man, muttering under his breath, "Prick."
Hanamaki pursed his lips as Oikawa walked away without a second look back.
***
Oikawa walked through the sprawling campus, trying to keep his head down, but his face was too well known for the anonymity he desired. The only son of Japan's second largest financial group had decided to admirably walk his own path, honorably distancing himself from the billionaire lifestyle to live like an average citizen.
Well, that's the way his father's PR team put it after the head of the company tossed his son out when he told him he wanted to study art in college. Oikawa could still hear his father's booming voice in his ear.
"Waste of time that I put into training you."
"Waste of talent that I worked so hard to nurture."
"Waste of my fucking space in the apartment that I fucking pay for."
"Yo, Oikawa."
Oikawa jumped, startled out of his thoughts by the words and fist being knocked gently into his shoulder. He looked up to see Matsukawa looking at him expectantly, a lazy grin on his face.
"Hiro said you were looking for me," Matsukawa still had his phone in his hand and waved it at the brunette in explanation.
"Yeah," Oikawa nodded, clearing his throat, "My head's fucking killing me, you got anything for me?"
Matsukawa hesitated and for a small moment, Oikawa thought he would say no.
"You know I do," Matsukawa hummed, nudging the backpack at his feet, "What are you looking for?"
"Same as last time," Oikawa coughed lightly and dug in his back pocket for his wallet, opening it and shoving the money into Matsukawa's hand.
Matsukawa raised his eyebrows and discreetly counted the money, "You went through everything I gave you already?"
"Yeah, that a problem?" Oikawa frowned at him.
"A little bit, yeah," Matsukawa scoffed at Oikawa's face as he shoved half his money back into his hand, "I'm not giving you that much again."
"Fucki-,"
"Hey Matsun, you mind - oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to someone."
Oikawa was still pissed at what Matsukawa told him, so when he rounded on the voice that interrupted him, he didn't have a chance to dial it back.
"And now you fucking do, so if you could piss off, you'd be doing us all a favor," Oikawa snapped at the stocky raven who recoiled in slight disbelief at the unwarranted venom.
"Whoa, pump the hate breaks, Charlie Sheen," Matsukawa gripped Oikawa's shoulder, pulling him stumbling back as the lean raven addressed the newcomer, "Sorry about him, he's just got a migraine combined with a short temper. What did you want to ask me?"
Green eyes darted to Oikawa who was glaring at the back of Matsukawa's head as if trying to burn holes into it.
"Miyame said you've got some sort of 'amazing' study guide from the upperclassmen, do you mind if I see it?"
"A fucking study guide?" Oikawa scoffed behind Matsukawa and crossed his arms, "My headache's being prolonged because of a fucking study guide, are you serious?"
"You sure talk a lot for someone with a sensitivity to light and sound," the man said, his voice harsh as he looked around Matsukawa.
"I'm filled with many wonders, stranger-chan," Oikawa waved a hand in dismissal and smirked at the raven.
"Yeah, you're filled with something," the man murmured under his breath.
Oikawa grinned and leaned forward, "Not yet, but if you play your cards right, I could be."
There was a moment of confusion followed quickly by understanding as a faint pink tinge dusted the man's cheeks and Oikawa was graced with the sight of him being speechless before Matsukawa coughed out a laugh and turned back to address the shorter raven.
"Sorry Iwaizumi, I wish I had it, but it's on a flash drive and Akihiko has it right now," Matsukawa reached back and gripped Oikawa's wrist in warning, "But I can get it from him tonight while we're out."
"That would be great, actually," Iwaizumi nodded, "and you don't have to worry about bringing it to me, I can come by at pick it up, just text me the place, yeah?"
Matsukawa nodded, "Yeah sure, sounds good."
"Great, thanks so much," Iwaizumi grinned at Matsukawa and glanced quickly back at the pale brunette over his shoulder before turning without another word.
"It's great to meet you, asshole!" Oikawa waved at the man's retreating back, watching him round a corner and disappear.
"Do you have to be so abrasive with everyone?" Matsukawa grumbled, squatting down and opening his backpack on the ground.
"I do, in fact," Oikawa nodded, looking angrily at the last place he had seen Iwaizumi, "Makes life interesting."
"For you, maybe," Matsukawa straightened up and sighed, "It's a little draining on the rest of us."
"Aw," Oikawa cooed sarcastically, "Why don't you go cry to your boyfriend about it?"
Oikawa reached out his hand to snatch the small plastic bag, but Matsukawa caught his wrist.
"I'm serious, Oikawa," Matsukawa's face hardened as he frowned at the brunette, "Hiro's worried about you and frankly, so am I."
"Get off me," Oikawa growled, trying and failing to shake the raven off him.
"Consider this your last warning because I'm not dealing to you anymore after this," Matsukawa murmured.
The grip holding Oikawa's wrist fell slack, but Oikawa didn't move, only looking dumbfounded at Matsukawa.
"Fucking, why?!" Oikawa shouted, wincing when the sound drove nails through his skull.
Matsukawa sighed and grabbed Oikawa's hand, pushing the plastic bag into his limp fingers and making him hold it.
"I told you we're worried," Matsukawa offered a small, sad smile and reached up to pat the brunette on the shoulder, "Even when you're being a bitch, we still care, you know that, right?"
"Get off me," Oikawa lashed out, shoving Matsukawa's hand off his shoulder and pushing his chest, "You're nothing but some low-life drug dealer. Why in god's name would I give a shit whether you care or not?"
Matsukawa's jaw clenched, but before he could open it and say something, Oikawa was already turning and hurrying across campus.
"Goddammit," Oikawa muttered to himself, slamming the door to the bathroom stall and finally taking a look at the contents of the bag Matsukawa had given him.
"GodDAMNmit," Oikawa seethed, banging his fist into the door behind him, "Pretentious fucking asshole."
Ten small Oxys rolled around in the see-through bag crumpled in his hand. Oikawa cursed a few more times before tipping two into his other hand and throwing them into his mouth, swallowing dry. Ten was barely enough to last him through the week, what the fuck was Matsukawa thinking?
Oikawa sighed and thumped his head on the door, blinking up at the ceiling and trying to think of a way to increase his stash. By now, Matsukawa had probably already texted everyone and told them not to sell to him anymore. Predictable and very annoying.
Groaning, Oikawa fumbled with the orange bottle in his pocket, tipping out another pill and swallowing it. If he was going to try and think his way out of this, he needed to be at his best.
It wasn't until Oikawa slammed the door to his dorm room that his brain began firing and he had a thought. Wasn't there a dealer Matsukawa had told him to avoid? If he told Oikawa not to go there, chances were, Matsukawa and the guy weren't going to be on speaking terms and he wouldn't have heard about the no sell order on Oikawa's head.
What the fuck was that guy's name again?
Oikawa groaned and slid into his desk chair, resting his forehead on the cool, polished wood. It started with a 'T' didn't it? Tsuyami? Toketsu? Terano? Fuck, he couldn't remember.
But he did remember where to find the guy.
***
The Docks was actually this little hole in the wall just off campus. Ironically, nowhere near the water. All the college students loved it because the drinks were cheap and every single bartender over-poured like a mother fucker. Oikawa was well acquainted with all the regulars in there, which was how he knew exactly who he was looking for and where he would find them.
A dyed blonde undercut caught Oikawa's eye and he heaved a sigh of relief to see exactly who he came to talk to sitting in a corner booth with one hand over the back and the other hand nursing a drink on the table, surrounded on both sides by rather large men. The kind of men who could break Oikawa in half if they had a mind to. The second Oikawa laid his eyes on him, he suddenly recalled the name of the man. Terushima. His name was Terushima.
Oikawa moved quickly to stand in front of their table, gaining their attention and smiling, "This seat taken?"
The blonde in the center tilted his head, raking his gaze across Oikawa's face and halfway down his chest before lifting a hand, "It's yours now," as Oikawa was getting situated, the man spoke up again, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Oikawa struggled not to let his smile tighten, "I heard from a friend that you have things you're looking to sell."
Terushima chuckled and took a swig from his beer bottle, "A friend, huh? Anyone I know?"
Oikawa pursed his lips and cleared his throat, "Matsukawa, actually."
A short burst of laughter startled Oikawa and Terushima took his arm off the back of the booth to lean forward, waving at the brunette, "Relax, relax, I know who you are, Oikawa. I heard what happened," the blonde tilted his head and grinned, "I heard Matsukawa cut you off."
Oikawa clenched his jaw, "He did."
Terushima hummed, "What happened? Your IOUs got to be too big?"
"I don't do IOUs," Oikawa snapped, "I'm in no one's debt."
"My bad," the blonde chuckled, holding up both hands in peace, "So what was the problem, then?"
Oikawa scoffed and a muscle twitched in his jaw, "You'd have to ask him because I got no fucking clue."
"Oh, no," Terushima chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm not looking for a fight right now, so I think I'll pass."
"Whatever," Oikawa shifted in his seat and ran a hand through his hair, "You going to sell to me or not?"
Terushima hummed, tapping his fingers on the table as he thought.
"You looking to go up or down?"
"Down," Oikawa responded quickly, to which Terushima grinned.
"I might have something for you, but it won't be cheap stuff like your old pal Matsukawa's stash."
"Well, I don't think I have that much on me, can you just tell me how much and I can come back for the exchange?"
All Oikawa had on him was the money Matsukawa had given back to him earlier that day. He could normally make a decent killing by selling some of his art online, but it would take him a few days to find a buyer.
"You could," Terushima shrugged swallowing a little more from his bottle, "but I don't know how long this stuff'll last. I just got a new shipment and it's hard to keep this shit stocked."
Oikawa frowned down at the table. If he recalled, Terushima's inventory was nearly twice as much as Matsukawa's. With the amount of money he has now, Oikawa would only be able to get a few pills of Oxy. It would still be more than he has now, but would it even be worth it at this point?
"There is a second option if you want to hear it."
Oikawa looked up to where Terushima was looking at him intensely, almost enough to make Oikawa squirm.
"What second option?" Oikawa asked softly, catching a slightly lethal look in Terushima's eye.
The blonde eased himself up and grinned at Oikawa, very obviously looking at more than just his face across the table.
"There is a way for you not to have to pay at all," Terushima cocked an eyebrow and flicked his gaze to Oikawa's lap below the table.
Ah, so this was why Matsukawa told Oikawa to stay away. Matsukawa was a good guy, Oikawa thought; he tried. Too bad for him, Oikawa didn't have all that much respect for his body to begin with. Might as well get some use out of it.
"How many blues?" Oikawa asked, unfazed.
"Damn, Oxy? That shit's expensive," Terushima whistled and chuckled, drumming his fingers on the table as he calculated, "How's ten sound?"
"Ten sounds like you're looking for a shitty handjob behind some dumpsters," Oikawa scoffed, "Twenty-five."
Terushima choked on his beer and looked at Oikawa in disbelief before laughing. Slapping the table, the blonde pointed at Oikawa, "It's a good thing I like a bit of spunk. Fifteen."
Oikawa tsked, "Twenty, or this spunk will be the only kind you get."
Terushima rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb, thinking it over and grinning at the brunette across the table.
"Ok, deal," Terushima extended his hand and Oikawa's cool hand slipped in his grasp where Terushima tightened his grip and dragged Oikawa towards him to murmur in his ear, "Your ass better be worth every single one of those, too. For your sake."
Oikawa snatched his hand back, rubbing it and muttering, "Of course it is."
Terushima hummed, motioning one of his men to get up and let him out of the booth, "Well, let's go find out."
Oikawa ignored the blonde's outstretched hand and pushed past him towards the bathroom in the corner of the bar. A loud round of laughter made Oikawa glance across the room where he caught the sight of a familiar looking silhouette.
Terushima nearly ran into Oikawa as he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the group of people by the door.
Following his gaze, Terushima chuckled darkly, sliding the tips of his fingers under Oikawa's shirt and grazing his lower back.
He leaned in and murmured, "You want to see if your friend Matsukawa will take you back?" Terushima's eyes flickered over the crowd, picking out the lean raven and his pink-haired boyfriend, laughing at something and oblivious to their conversation. The blonde chuckled dryly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Oikawa's ear before whispering, "Why do you think he dropped you, huh? He thinks they're all better than you," Terushima felt Oikawa stiffen slightly under his touch and grinned, "No one wants to be friends with someone who would whore himself out for a few pills in some trashy bathroom."
Oikawa's jaw clenched and he locked eyes with Terushima, his face barely a foot away in the crowded bar.
"You talk too much for someone trying to get their dick wet," Oikawa growled, turning and shoving the bathroom door open.
Terushima laughed and followed, sliding next to Oikawa in one of the only stalls, closing the door and locking it before turning on the brunette and crushing their mouths together. Oikawa muffled a surprised noise, letting the kiss be messy and uncoordinated in their rush to get things over with.
"Get me hard," Terushima said, grabbing Oikawa's hands and pushing them down to the front of his hips, before reaching up and twisting his fingers into Oikawa's hair and shoving more of his tongue in his mouth, the metal stud in his tongue clanking off Oikawa's teeth.
As Oikawa tasted the stale beer and the faintest bite of cigarettes, his fingers deftly popped open the blonde's pants and began curling around Terushima's half-hard cock, pumping it slow and reaching down to cup his balls.
"Turn around," Terushima murmured, not waiting for Oikawa to comply before shoving him against the wall.
Oikawa winced, catching himself awkwardly against the cold tile, his wrist protesting at the bad angle.
"Show me your ass, whore," Terushima spat at him, reaching down to lazily pump his own dick while he watched Oikawa pull his pants and boxers down over the swell of his ass cheeks, angling his hips towards the blonde.
"I said," Terushima slapped Oikawa's ass, hard, making the brunette gasp and nearly fall into the wall with the force, "show me your fucking ass."
Oikawa swallowed, blinking back the gathering tears at the immense stinging and reached behind him to grab his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to expose himself fully to Terushima. His face burned at the humiliation, but Oikawa took a deep breath and pushed the side of his face to the cold wall, letting it soothe him, ground him.
"Fuck yeah, that looks tight," Terushima landed another open handed hit on Oikawa's backside and the brunette suppressed a whimper at the burn.
The snap of a lid made Oikawa glance back, he barely had time to register the small bottle of lube in Terushima's hand before he felt it, cold and slick on the rim of his opening.
Jumping, Oikawa tensed up and Terushima chuckled as he forced his finger into the brunette, "That's right, squeeze my fucking finger with that tight ass."
Too soon, Oikawa felt another finger inching inside and he had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering aloud, the burn almost unbearable as Terushima tried to separate his fingers and scissor his hole wider. He gasped as Terushima's movements grew quicker, shorter, and sloppier, signaling the end of his patience.
The sound of crinkling plastic reached Oikawa and he tried to focus on the fact that at least Terushima was using a condom. It was much better than the alternative.
When Oikawa felt both fingers being replaced by a much larger instrument, he jerked his head around, squirming lightly, his hands slipping on the unforgiving wall, "Wa-wait."
Terushima jerked the brunette's head back forcefully by his hair and slammed him forward into the tile. Lights came alive, bursting and swimming in Oikawa's field of view. He heard Terushima mutter something, but the words held no meaning to him when his brain was trying to unscramble itself.
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise because when Terushima clawed at Oikawa's hips and forced his cock inside, Oikawa was too out of it to properly feel it. His hands balled into fists against the wall and Oikawa leaned his head forward to soothe the fire on his face with the cold tile in front of him.
His recovery lasted all of two seconds before Terushima began thrusting into him, making the previously held off pain blossom and burn. Oikawa panted, his hands, slick with sweat, were unable to hold himself up. As he slid down the wall, Oikawa caught the sight of fresh blood smeared on the pale blue tile.
A hand tangled into Oikawa's hair, ripping his face off the wall and pulling him upright against Terushima's chest, his hips still moving, burying himself deeper and deeper inside the brunette.
"Fuck yeah," Terushima mumbled, panting in Oikawa's ear as he held him in place by his hair, "Your ass feels so good, squeezing the shit out of my cock."
Now that he didn't have the wall supporting him, Oikawa's hands had nowhere to go, finally coming to grip Terushima's wrist, fingers digging into the restraints that held him in place as his body bounced with the force of his hips.
Terushima tsked and shook off Oikawa's grip, sliding his own hand out of the brunette's hair to wrap his fingers around Oikawa's exposed neck.
Oikawa tensed at the movement, his panting breaths stuttered and Terushima grinned into the brown strands, "You want to see how much tighter you can get?"
Oikawa shook his head frantically, pushing himself deeper into Terushima's chest and further away from his fingers, but the blonde just chuckled, his hand slowly beginning to clamp down on Oikawa's neck.
The first thing to go was the blood flow, making Oikawa's face flush with color and stretch taut. His struggling renewed, but he had very little energy left in him after keeping himself upright through Terushima's rough thrusts.
"God yes, struggle on my cock," Terushima groaned, speeding up his hips as his grasp on Oikawa's neck tightened.
Oikawa could no longer breathe. He couldn't even let out the whimpers he so desperately held onto all this time. His lungs screamed at him, but he couldn't help them, couldn't even claw the fingers on his neck loose. The bathroom was becoming further away, the edges dulling and Oikawa's hands grew weaker and weaker before falling slack at his side, bouncing with Terushima as he continued pumping into him.
"Gonna cum, shit," Terushima let out a low moan, jerking his hips erratically until emptying himself into the condom with a rumbling, "Fuuuuck."
Terushima panted and let go of Oikawa, watching him crumple to the floor and gasp for breath, his chest running rampant as he pulled himself to the toilet next to him and dry heaved into it.
Oikawa was coughing violently, gaging and dry heaving again in the toilet when he almost missed Terushima leaning over him, a deceptively soft hand petting his knotted hair.
"Such a pretty thing," Terushima murmured, watching Oikawa tilt his head and look up at him hatefully with bloodshot eyes. Terushima chuckled, "You're angry, but given the choice, you'd do it again wouldn't you?"
Oikawa's face twisted, ready to spit in the man's face, but there was suddenly two small bags of pills being waved in his face.
"All for these, huh?" Terushima laughed again tossing them on the ground next to Oikawa where they landed with a sad 'tap'.
Straightening up, Terushima took the condom off, throwing it away before shoving himself back into his pants. Looking at the mess of a man on the floor, he grinned and waved as he pulled open the door, "Can't wait to hear from you again."
With that, the door closed and Oikawa was finally free to let out a strangled, hoarse sob. His fingers moved slow, scooping up the bags next to him and counting. Twenty. Just like they agreed on.
Maybe Oikawa had been hoping Terushima would short him, so he could hate someone other than himself.
Maybe that's why Terushima gave him exactly what he asked for, so he'd have no choice.
Ripping off a few squares of toilet paper and wiping his face, Oikawa tried to stand, his hands white knuckling on the bar above his head as he tried and failed to pull himself up through the agony of his lower half.
"Fuck," Oikawa muttered, wincing at the roughness of his voice and sniffling one last time before the door to the bathroom opened.
For a heart-stopping moment, Oikawa thought it was Terushima coming back for him, but the door closed and instead of the blonde, Oikawa immediately recognized the raven who interrupted his conversation with Matsukawa earlier. Iwaizumi.
Oikawa didn't think he made a noise, but something made Iwaizumi stop in his tracks and glance into the open stall.
A brief moment of surprise made the raven hesitate, his green eyes flickering over the cut on Oikawa's forehead and cheekbone, the bright pink ring around his neck that even Iwaizumi knew was still in the process of darkening.
"Are you ok?" Iwaizumi asked softly.
Oikawa couldn't stop the nearly hysterical laugh that burst from him chest, cutting it short with a hand over his mouth and looking up at the increasing concern on Iwaizumi's face.
"Oh, I'm just peachy," Oikawa grinned, shuffling on the floor to simultaneously stuff the pills in his pocket while attempting to pull them up around his hips, "I just had one too many and seemed to miss the toilet."
The smile plastered on the brunette's face struck Iwaizumi as odd, more forced than anything. He pointed at the bruise blooming around the cut on Oikawa's cheekbone and the discoloration of his neck, "You get into a fight with the toilet or something, too?"
Finally managing to button his pants, Oikawa breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Iwaizumi, "Hasn't anyone ever told you the first rule of fight club?"
Iwaizumi sighed and turned to the sink, out of Oikawa's line of sight. The brunette heard water running and took his opportunity to pull himself to his feet, stifling his whimpers with a hand as he stumbled out of the stall and across the bathroom to take a look at himself in the mirror.
Iwaizumi glanced up to see Oikawa faintly touching the cut on his forehead and cheek, wincing and pulling back to look at his neck.
"Did this just happen?" Iwaizumi murmured, catching Oikawa's deep brown eyes in the mirror.
"No, I tripped over some other toilet before this one," Oikawa bit out, leaning heavily on the sink to keep as much weight off his shaking legs as he could. Fuck, his back hurt so much, every movement was its own orchestra of agony.
"You can stop, with the falling shtick because I don't believe you," Iwaizumi grumbled, wetting a hand towel and washing off his arm.
Upon closer inspection, Oikawa realized one side of the raven's shirt was soaked and unless Iwaizumi normally took showers in alcohol, it looked like someone spilled their beer on him.
"What'd you do to whatever girl dumped her beer on you?" Oikawa asked, nodding to where Iwaizumi was dabbing uselessly at the fabric.
"It was an accident," Iwaizumi grumbled, throwing the soaked paper towel away and ripping more from the dispenser.
"Well look at us, two accident-prone people," Oikawa chuckled at his joke and looked at himself again in the mirror, quickly glancing away at his mess of a face.
Iwaizumi glanced up too, looking at the way the man next to him was practically on top of the sink, trying to avoid putting weight on his legs.
"You mind if I take you home?" Iwaizumi asked quietly, balling up the beer soaked hand towel and throwing it in the trash.
"I do mind, actually," Oikawa said, frowning at the raven, "Despite my roguish looks, I'm a proper gentleman and I require dates, good sir."
"Look, I just want to make sure you're ok," Iwaizumi crossed his arms across his chest and turned to face Oikawa, choosing to ignore his humor, "If you hit your head hard enough, you could have a concussion and I have ice packs in my freezer for the swelling in your face."
"I know a medical student when I hear one," Oikawa huffed a laugh, shaking a finger at the raven, "How long did it take you to perfect the condescending tone? You must have been practicing."
"Who are you putting on this show for right now?" Iwaizumi snapped, making Oikawa's face turn sour, "It's not me, because I can clearly see you're barely able to stand, much less make it back to campus on your own, so unless you want to spend the next few hours recovering in the filthy bar bathroom, I suggest you take my offer."
Oikawa's jaw clenched as he glared down at the corner of the mirror, unable to look at Iwaizumi's dark green eyes staring straight through him.
At the brunette's silence, Iwaizumi sighed and tried again, this time quieter, "I might not know who you are or what exactly happened, but I do know you're a friend of Matsukawa's."
Oikawa's eyes flickered to the raven and he continued, "But friend or not, I'm not just leaving someone on a bathroom floor with a handprint bruise around their neck."
Oikawa's hand jerked up to quickly cover his neck, a muscle working in his jaw as Iwaizumi waited for him to speak.
Minutes felt like hours until finally, Oikawa spoke softly in the echoing bathroom, "My name's Oikawa."
Oikawa was unable to look at anything but the metal faucet of the sink in front of him.
"Iwaizumi," Iwaizumi said, leaning over the sink to look at Oikawa's face, "Can I get you out of here, now?"
Oikawa nodded slowly, keeping his hand discreetly over his neck as Iwaizumi slid up beside him, letting the lean brunette sling an arm across his broad shoulders.
"At least it's the beer-free side," Oikawa mumbled.
Iwaizumi chuckled as he pulled the door to the bathroom open, missing the small smile on Oikawa's face as well.