leftover breakfast; oihina

one

hinata slapped his hand over his mouth, nausea clawing at his throat as he pushed past the sweaty crowd to make his way to an available bathroom.

he choked down the bile but it was no use as it became to come out his mouth, seeping through his fingers.

he clutched his stomach, kicking open a door and sunk to his knees in front of the toilet. he heaved, chunks of food spewed from his mouth, spraying into the toilet bowl.

the stench of stomach acid filled the air, burning his nostrils. his face paled, ears rang as the aftermath dripped down his chin.

"chibi-chan?" a voice that sounded too distant called out.

hinata left the door wide open. how embarrassing. hot tears spilled from his eyes, hands gripping the porcelain so hard, his knuckles turned white.

"are you okay?" a hand rested on his shoulder.

hinata opened his mouth to respond but instead, he lunged forward, stomach contracting as if he was expelling his guts. he emptied his stomach until only clear liquid came up.

"jesus, what did you drink?" the voice became concerned as he felt the hand on his shoulder slide down to his back, massaging his muscles gently.

dry coughs left his mouth as he wiped the bile and tears from his chin. he turned his head, faced with the blurry vision of oikawa tooru.

"oikawa-san...?" he sniffled, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

oikawa placed the red solo cup in his hand down on the counter, bending down to hinata's level. hinata turned his head, the tears welling up in his eyes again. if he had to choose anyone to see him like this, oikawa would be the last person on his list.

"hey," he muttered in a tone too gentle to be his own, "let me see you."

hinata hesitantly turned to him again, not even bothering to wipe away the stream of tears that flowed down his cheeks.

"what's wrong?" oikawa asked, cupping hinata's cheek in his hand, thumbing away his tears.

hinata pushed his hand away, only to have oikawa repeat the same motion, much to his dismay. he wanted to ask him what he wanted, there had to be some kind of gain from this. comforting someone like hinata would be charity work to oikawa tooru. though, as much as he wanted to tell him to back off, nothing but sobs came out when he parted his lips.

oikawa frowned, caressing his face so softly, it felt wrong. "do you need a ride home?"

hinata's eyebrows knitted together, actually considering the thought. he knew kenma went home hours ago, house parties or any kind of social event wasn't his thing.

he could go back out to see if he could hitch a ride with someone else. the thought didn't sit well, anyone still here at this time of night most likely wasn't in the right condition to drive.

oikawa, despite his sudden weird change of heart, seemed sober.

"yeah..."

a smile spread across his face as he stood back up, offering his hand to hinata. "c'mon, shou-chan."

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i've made a return with another oihina fic because i'm weak for this ship 👉👈

i haven't really planned out the story yet, whoops. this is just a vague idea and introduction of sorts. also, it's been a while since i've written a multiple chapter fic so the updates might be slow and they're gonna probably be plot holes and such, sry if that's the case.

tank u if you read this far, ily <3

—fawn ♡