#silverconductor

7. Romantic Kiss

Oikawa watched the clock in silence, one finger tapping at the wood surface of the table before him. It was 4:15pm, and the last train back to Miyagi prefecture for the day was leaving at 5:25pm. His things, a neatly packed suitcase and duffle bag, sat beside the door, ready to be picked up at a moment’s notice. He was ready to leave, but still he waited.

Sugawara’s train wasn’t until morning, and maybe Sugawara had made plans with one of his friends. Maybe, knowing the flat would be empty that night, he’d stopped somewhere to pick up his own dinner.

It’s not that important, Oikawa reminded himself, just in case Sugawara didn’t show up.

They would both be in Miyagi for the summer, after all. They could meet up there. Sugawara was leaving for Miyagi in the morning, so at the very worst maybe they could meet up the next evening. It really, really wasn’t a big deal.

Oikawa tapped at the table again, sighing. He removed his phone from his pocket and turned his attention to it instead. “He’s usually home by now,” Oikawa remarked out loud, tapping now at the screen. “How strange.”

When he looked at the time again it was 4:47pm. Standing up, Oikawa shoved his phone into his pocket. He wasn’t disappointed. Not at all. And his heart most certainly didn’t leap into his throat when, lifting his duffle bag, he heard a key turn in the door’s lock.

He wondered if he looked as ecstatic as he felt, because Sugawara looked confused to see him, frowning and looking at the packed suitcase still on the floor. “You haven’t left yet?” he asked, and Oikawa answered with a smile.

"I was waiting for you!" came his reply. This was it. He was going to do it. Humming to steel his nerves, Oikawa reached out to gently cup Sugawara’s face in his hands. "I wanted to get my birthday present before I left."

There was a flash of guilt in the eyes before him, and Oikawa bit back a chuckle. “Oh, I…” Forgot. He didn’t need to say the word; Oikawa could read it in the frantic way he shifted his weight and refused to meet his gaze.

"I didn’t," Oikawa reassured, and it was before Sugawara could mention that of course Oikawa hadn’t, he had leaned forward to press his lips against the shorter male’s.

He could imagine the time, ticking closer to the point of you won’t make it if you don’t run. He ignored that fact, taking his time instead with what he had before him, with the soft lips that parted at the gentlest coaxing.

When he pulled back, Oikawa felt the color rising to his cheeks. He focused his attention on picking up his suitcase and adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “Thanks for the present, Suga-chan!” he chirped, and he was out the door in an instant. He didn’t stop until the elevator doors had closed behind him.

Sinking into a crouch, Oikawa groaned out loud. “Oh my goddddddd.” He’d… actually done it. Now he had an entire month to think about it, and to realize that maybe he’d made a terrible decision, and what was going to happen when summer ended and they returned to the shared flat?

In the end, it turned out that Oikawa wouldn’t have to wait a month. In fact, he didn’t have to wait even an hour, as he returned to the flat defeatedly at 5:55pm.

He’d forgotten his ticket.

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If it were anyone else, Oikawa wouldn't have thought twice. Well, anyone else who it could have feasibly been. There weren't many people Oikawa could imagine who would be in his dorm room while he was showering, who could just walk in the way Sugawara had. Aside from his (perfect) roommate, the only other person he could picture walking in on him was Iwaizumi.

But Iwaizumi wasn't an angel descended straight from heaven and into his dormitory. Which, mind, was also the reason that Sugawara walking in on him was an entirely different situation from Iwaizumi doing the same.

Sugawara was still perfect, but he might have been a little less perfect as a startled yelp tore itself from Oikawa's lips. "K-k-k-k-" It wasn't going to work, and Oikawa tried a different route. "Suga-chan!!"

The glass doors, though steamed from the heat of the shower, don't hide much, and so Oikawa attempted to cover himself as well as he could.

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It was not difficult to convince the camp's coordinator that under no circumstances could he be placed in a room with Karasuno's Kageyama. A gathering of setters intended to "promote learning" and "friendship" or not, some things weren't so easily forgotten, weren't so easily gotten over, and it was likely better for all involved parties if they kept a civil distance from one another away from the court.

To Oikawa, this had practically sounded like a free pass to have a room to himself. The single bed the room contained seemed to agree with him.

But he was wrong, apparently, because when he heard the door opening from across the room he found Karasuno's other setter letting himself in, smiling brightly as he set down his bags and crossed the room with bouncing steps. He sat down on the edge of the bed, sat down on Oikawa's legs, and the brunet groaned out loud.

Morning, Sleeping Beauty

He was dead.

It was as simple as that.

At some point during the night, Oikawa Tooru had passed away, and now he was waking up in heaven.

That was the only way he could even begin to explain the situation, to explain the gentle smile and warm eyes and hair like liquid silver. He had died, and now he was being woken up by an angelic being on some greater plane of existence.

Sticky Note

♢:Forehead or cheek kisses

The longer you played volleyball, a twisted ankle was bound to happen sooner or later. The strange thing was, Yui was expecting it to occur in a match or at least at a team practice, and not working on spikes with Sugawara during their lunch break. 

Her ankle was a little swollen and it hurt to walk on, though the ice pack Suga had put on it was helping a little. Yui couldn't help but notice how close she was to him, with her ankle slightly elevated in his lap, and she really didn't want him to leave especially because she had never been injured to this extent before. 

Leaning forward slightly, she pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. It was more of a thank you but Yui felt her cheeks flame up nonetheless.