“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” OiTana
so this is getting a pretty solid Teen rating and warnings of violence and blood and some swearing.
Tooru dragged his gaze from the pavement between them up to the sharp gaze glaring at him. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and didn’t even have to look to know it was coming away bloody. He could taste the blood in the back of his throat - along with all the rage and frustration welling up there - trying to choke him. He licked his lip absently and flexed his fingers, felt the pull of sore muscles and scraped skin. The man across from him seemed to be faring about as well as Tooru was. Tanaka’s bloody lips were pulled into a cocky grin and Tooru’s gaze flickered between the way his tongue flicked out to wet the corner of his mouth and the way the blood trailed down to his chin from the cut on his cheek.
There really wasn’t going to be a winner. Tooru had known this before they had even started and he was pretty sure Tanaka had as well. Because Tanaka Ryuunosuke fought like he had nothing left to lose, while Oikawa Tooru fought like he had everything left to lose. A rock and a hard place stuck between each other and the swooping infinite intimate everythingness and nothingness that the universe doled out to them on the regular.
“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine you’re full of shit.” The words were spat out at Tooru and something wicked and cruel curled around his spine. A roiling heat that had little to do with any of the blows that had glanced off of him and everything to do with the need to ruin the man across from him. The primal urge to beat the living shit out of Tanaka Ryuunosuke and leave him a breathless pile of bones and skin on the concrete flared through Tooru, leaving his skin tingling and fists hanging heavily at his sides.
Tooru scoffed. “Coming from you I’d guess that’d be a compliment? Since you’re so full of shit yourself I’m surprised it’s not leaking out of your ears.”
Tanaka huffed, eyes never leaving Tooru’s body, always ready for the next move, and rolled his shoulders. Tanaka was all instincts and raw power and seeing how many times he could get back up after taking hits. Tooru was all level headed calculations and balance and seeing how many times he could dodge before he ever took a hit.
“Whenever you’re ready to stop running your mouth and get serious I’m waiting.”
“Oh how sweet of you.”
Tooru waited until Tanaka tilted his neck to the side to crack it and then launched himself at him. Tanaka let Tooru crash into him - they were both reckless in different ways, waves crashing against rocky shores - and used the momentum to hit the cement and keep rolling until he had Tooru pinned below him. Tooru kneed Tanaka in the back and went slack against the cement as Tanaka jerked forward, arms flying out to keep his face from meeting the ground. Tooru slid to the side, ignoring the scrape of cement against his back, and scrambled to his feet. Tanaka twisted to look up at him and Tooru missed his hand sliding to the side. Then he was cursing and blinking away tears and grit, trying to rub the dirt from his eyes as he stumbled backwards. The world was a blur and Tooru cried out in surprise when Tanaka’s body hit his knees and he went sprawling.
He was back on his feet in an instant, blinking rapidly as his eyes started to clear. Tanaka rolled and sprung to his feet. The comforting weight of his knife dropping from his sleeve and into his hand made a grin twitch onto Tooru’s face and he took a steadying breath.
The moment Tooru had dropped his shoulders and let his fists hang loose and heavy had been the beginning of the end of this fight.
Tanaka spotted the glitter of the blade and the grin he’d been giving Tooru turned feral. His eyes glittered in anticipation and he waited for Tooru to make his move. Tooru obliged.
The blade danced through the air, an extension of Tooru’s hand, and Tanaka swooped and dodged smoothly. The knife nicked his chin and left a thin line of red down his bare arm but he never took his eyes off Tooru’s. They stepped and turned and skipped their way across the cement until Tanaka’s back hit the wall and Tooru lunged in. Tanaka was still, eyes wide, until the last moment and then Tooru was pinned, wrist slammed against the wall above his head before being twisted painfully until his knife fell from his tingling fingers.
And then there were voices, an elbow catching around Tanaka’s throat and dragging him backwards, a hand planting on Tooru’s chest keeping him in place. Tooru’s jaw clenched in frustration even as Tanaka’s body went slack and compliant.
“We leave you two alone for five minutes and you disappear out the back door and start fighting like children,” Tsukishima scolded them, arm still locked against Tanaka’s throat.
“Seriously,” Iwaizumi agreed with him, hand warm on Tooru’s chest. “I don’t even think it was five minutes.”
“Sorry.” Tooru pouted at Iwaizumi. “But actually we stayed inside for almost ten minutes. I know it’s hard to tell time properly with your hand down Tsukishima’s pants but really,” he deadpanned. Tanaka’s laugh turned into a choking noise as Tsukishima’s arm tightened against his throat. Tooru huffed and shook his head, sweat damp hair falling back into place. Then he brushed Iwaizumi’s hand off his chest and headed for the door back into the club they had met at. “See you around,” he tossed over his shoulder.
“Start with the knife next time,” Tanaka yelled back. “You might actually stand a chance against me then.”
Tooru could still feel that urge to ruin Tanaka curling around his spine and seeping through his veins. Next time he would.
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TREAT
He gave one last look at the mirror, pressed his hand to his chest, took a deep breath, and willed the butterflies in his chest to settle.
You’d think that after five years the butterflies and jitters and whirly hurly flutters would have calmed down a little. And maybe for other people they do. But Ryuu had always been told he wasn’t like other people. He choose to take it as the compliment it usually wasn’t meant to be.
His phone buzzed on the counter and he grinned at the text from Tooru.
Five years and Ryuu was still running late for their dates. Five years and Tooru was still sending angry emojis at Ryuu for being late.
To: Space Princenot my fault it takes time to look this good. esp for halloween
From: Space Princeit’s halloween just show your ugly mug and you’ll scare everyone
To: Space Princeyou love my ugly mug. i’ll be there in twenty
There was something about waiting for Ryuu that always left Tooru feeling breathless with anticipation. Even after five yeas and thousands of dates - most of which Ryuu was at least ten minutes late to no matter how early he left for them.
Unfortunately for the state of his heart and lungs Ryuu himself left Tooru breathless as well and the moment he spotted Ryuu at the end of the block he felt everything inside him stutter to a stop for a beat and then kick back into high gear because Ryuu, his amazing, wonderful Ryuu, was absolutely stunning and he was the luckiest person in the world.
Ryuu gave him a confused pout when he sat down across from him and Tooru hadn’t said a word.
“Holy shit you’re gorgeous.” Ryuu flushed and buried his face in his hands. “Happy Halloween, darling,” Tooru laughed and pulled one of Ryuu’s hands away from his face so he could lace their fingers together.
