“ did your dream come true ? ”
gretchen gomez’s welcome to ghost town / accepting / @mtsukawa
there is a dalliance between his smile and sincerity that matsukawa’s question makes all the more evanescent. blindsided by the servery of it, oikawa flounders a bit to find the effort to conflate insouciance with the vestigial contentedness and hopes for once that issei isn’t paying close enough attention to notice the crack in his facade. present company — least to all his knowledge and experience — has never fallen for his usual tricks of faux vacuity nor circumlocution but hell, if he doesn’t try.
“ and what dream would you be referring to, mattsun, hm ? ”
he gives no breadth for answer, immediately delving into a diversion, “ the nightmare of iwa-chan chasing me around the gymnasium with a beetle that i had last night ? because if that’s the dream in mention, no, it has not and i hope you understand i’m going to have to kill makki immediately for breaching my sacred trust ! ”
oikawa becomes the pitiable victim, lower lip jutting out pathetically to seal the role. for all he really knows this is the exact dream mattsun had been alluding to ( he certainly knows by now that secrets told to hanamaki or matsukawa will find their way to the other ) — though he doubts it. mock suspicion shrinks doe eyes to slivers, “ why ? were you planning on giving hajime a beetle to harass me with — because that’s just mean, matsukawa issei, cruel even and i never thought you to be so. it was always hanamaki’s specialty. ” he leans into his flare for the dramatic, rambling to eschew emotional vulnerability.
