#*supernova

     Oikawa sat down in the knee-deep water with a sigh. There was no point to avoiding it any longer, not when his clothes had already been soaked through by the mer’s persistent efforts. “You’re terrible,” Oikawa chastised, making sure his voice accurately conveyed his disapproval, but the soft laughter his words earned reminded him of music, and he was pretty sure he was smiling again.

"You can’t only eat milk bread, Tooru.”

     Oikawa groaned, soft and plaintive, as he buried his face in Sugawara’s lap. Sugawara’s reply was an entertained smile as he pet Oikawa’s hair softly. “It was just a stinging jinx, you big baby.”

     He smiles, hand lifted in an awkward little wave, and Oikawa breaks. “You never said you went to Karasuno!” he cries out, his voice an indignant yelp. Sugawara answers with one of his brilliant smiles, but the message is clear: you never asked.

     When Oikawa wakes up in an unfamiliar bed in a too-small apartment, and he finds a sleeping figure nestled beneath his chin, he closes his eyes again to fight to remember how this happened. He’s had years, centuries, to make enough poor decisions that he is used to regret. The strange part about now, he thinks, is that he doesn’t regret this at all.