Oikawa sighs for the third time as he stares down at his empty wallet in hopes that if he stares long enough, the money will magically appear and rescue him from the hell that is being an unemployed university student.
“C'mon, you piece of shit. Produce money.” He murmurs, shutting his eyes and opening them again. His fantasies are shot down as he’s faced with worn leather, an empty wallet and an empty stomach.
“You know you have to actually get a job to get money, right?” A voice laughs, smacking Oikawa in the back and causing him to choke and fall dramatically to the ground as he clutches his throat.
“Makki, he’s dying. Save him. Oh no.” Matsukawa says monotonously, his hands in his pocket, looking every bit of a jackass with his stupid leather jacket (they had gotten into an argument over it, actually. Oikawa insisted it made him look like a jackass but Hanamaki had complimented it that one time 2 years ago and now Matsukawa wears it everyday).
As soon as Oikawa clears his airways of who-knows-what, he flings himself at Matukawa, swearing something along the lines of you over-eyebrowed sack of shit.
After a few minutes of struggling, Oikawa is sitting on Matsukawa’s chest with his hands wrapped around his throat. He heaves out a sigh as Matsukawa continues to grin, not at all fazed that his best friend is trying to kill him
Oikawa clambers off of him and lays back on the grass, his stomach complaining about the neglect.
“Ask the hot professor if you can be his personal assistant.” Hanamaki says with a grin that Oikawa wants to rip off.
“Who?” Oikawa plays dumb, rubbing his hands through his unwashed hair. He didn’t have enough money for the water bill and they shut it off two days ago resulting in him shoving pine tree air fresheners down his pants as a preventative measure.
“The one with a nice ass,” Matsukawa comments. “The one who’s crotch you anime-girl faceplanted into at the beginning of the semester.”
“You tripped me-”
“I tripped you an entire 10 feet away from where Iwaizumi was standing, the rest was all on you.”
Oikawa ignores that and blatantly lies, "I’m not gay-“
“Ha!” Hanamaki snorts and Oikawa is grinning too because he’s been nothing if not overwhelming gay.
“I was serious though, I heard he needs an assistant for things. Who knows, you’ll probably end up naked with him.” Matsukawa grins and the sentence makes no sense but Oikawa brushes it off because Matsukawa usually doesn’t make sense in general.
As the 2 boys head to their next class, Oikawa sighs again, cursing his life and questioning his choice in friends.
Oikawa stands up and catches up with the two who are deep in conversation. By the looks of it it’s a bad conversation.
"Me and Makki were discussing-” Matsukawa starts.
"No.” Oikawa nterrupts. Every time they ‘discuss’ things, Matsukawa and Hanamaki feed off one another’s bad decisions and somehow end up ruining some aspect of Oikawa’s life.
“I’m not a prostitute, Makki. Just because you offer me money doesn’t mean I’ll agree to whatever idiotic plan you have-”
“It’s thirty dollars.”