ur coming to the party right. lol it’ll be fun :^)
Hajime has to pull Oikawa down from the pool table sometime after the ninth shot, making sure that the giggling mess he calls his best friend manages to keep his shirt on.
“I thought I was going to a party, not babysitting,” he grumbles, keeping his grip firm around Oikawa’s upper arm and recalling that one text Hanamaki had sent him earlier that day. It’ll be fun, he thinks, scowling. Sure.
“C’mon, Iwa-chan,” whines Oikawa, laughing and reaching out to grab a shot from one of the people in his class at school as Hajime leads him into the quiet of the kitchen. Hajime frowns, intercepting the shot before it reaches Oikawa’s mouth, and placing it on the counter.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he hisses, smoothing Oikawa’s hair away from his forehead to feel how hot he’s getting.
“No?” replies Oikawa, sounding genuinely confused. He pushes at Hajime’s hands, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "Stop that, I’m hot.“
Hajime rolls his eyes. "I can tell. You were practically stripping.”
“So?” barks Oikawa, then widens his eyes at how loud it comes out, raising his hand to his mouth. "Oops.“
Hajime narrows his eyes. "Oikawa, listen. That’s enough with the drinks. I don’t want–” He sighs, pinching his nose. "Look, you’re drunk and making crappy decisions and there are tons of girls here who like you, so you’ll probably end up making a poor choice and I really don’t wanna hear about your drunken hook-ups tomorrow–“
Oikawa puffs up his cheeks, stomping his foot. "Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m going to suddenly realize I’m not gay and throw myself at the nearest girl!” he protests.
“Of course you–” Hajime freezes. He wets his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. "Uh, you’re gay?“