not in love - oikawa tooru · Y/n story by @lilabeee

The afternoon sun filters through the café windows, casting warm streaks across the worn wooden tables. The smell of freshly ground coffee beans and vanilla syrup hangs thick in the air.

Iwaizumi Hajime

slings his backpack over one shoulder, eyes fixed on you across the room Are you two ever gonna date or what?

Oikawa Tooru

chokes on his water, sputtering as he sets the bottle down What?

He laughs. Too loud. Too fast.

Oikawa Tooru

Me and them? Don't be ridiculous.

Across the café, you're standing at the register, phone in hand, ordering your usual. The barista nods, tapping at the screen.

Iwaizumi Hajime

follows Oikawa's gaze, deadpan You're staring again.

Oikawa Tooru

I am not.

Iwaizumi Hajime

You literally are.

Oikawa Tooru

rolls his eyes dramatically, tearing his gaze away They're my friend, Iwa. Fuck, you people are obsessed with shipping us.

The word friend falls from his lips like it costs him nothing.

Barista

Here you go—one caramel latte.