(A/N) yeah so I don't know how this happened it just kinda did. There's something depressing but it's like sorta necessary in the plot to add the emphasis on the relationship (I'm sorry IwaOi people don't find and kill me I love IwaOi too). MommaSuga hope you enjoy(since, y'know, you requested it)

No matter where in the world Oikawa was sitting, he hunched forward with his chin resting on crosses arms. Whether he was sitting at desk, someone's bar, else's club, or even at his kitchen table in his house, he always plopped down silently, and stared off in a comatose.

Ever since Hajime died, he just didn't try. His smiles just stopped, his laughing was scarce and scratchy, and more mocking than anything else. Ever since Hajime died, Oikawa couldn't eat a lot of things, do a lot of things, say a lot of things, because they reminded him of Hajime. The only thing that typically occupied his mind, and, irrefutably, his heart.

Yet, his clouds were blown away one calm night where the club was slow, and the only girls working were his bartender and Sakura, the girl who's hip definitely did not lie.

Oikawa experienced first hand when she was "interviewed."

Since then, she's brought in the most out of all of his girls.

However, he did not watched her languid swaying, spinning, or dancing. He slouched in his chair at the bar, with his arms crossed on the table, and his chin resting on them.

"Y'know, Oikawa, you've turned into quite the fucking bum." grumbled Gina as she scrubbed the table, getting each little spec.

"Shaddup, you moron, you're talking to your boss." Oikawa said, tuning back into this world, and followed Gina with his eyes.

"So? You know it's true." She said, untying her waitress smock (is that what one would call it? oops I don't care) and tossing it onto his head. "You maybe should've opened a gay strip club, maybe you'd enjoy it a little more." She huffed.

Oikawa just grumbled in response, dragging the black half-apron off his head.

"I'm going to the bath room, don't serve any minors while I'm gone. Last time, we almost caught a lawsuit." She stepped out from behind the counter, walking away, her voluptuous curves emphasized in her sashay. He opened up to her.

"Fuck you, G-Chan! Suck a dick!" His voice raised as he called after her. "And choke on it!" He shook his fist, which held onto her apron. "Dammit..." He muttered, shaking his head and turning back to return to his default position.

The only reason he hadn't fired her was because he loved her. In a totally platonic, 'you look like a girl Iwa-chan but like a little sister so no' kind of way.

She always was insulting him and telling him what to do, when he owned the damn place and he paid her. Yet, she had no qualms about putting the egotistical ass he had become into place.

She, so far, had been the only thing that kept him going.

"UuuwaaaAaaHh!"

Oikawa looked to the left of himself slowly, at the declining ramp that led to the main floor. The neon lights around the stages flashed against the boys face.

"What the hell...?" Oikawa immediately jerked his head up, his posture becoming stick straight.

There was a little kid in his fucking strip club? That was just asking for a lawsuit.

Oikawa pushed himself up by his palms, his face twisting in annoyance, and he staggered away from the bar after tripping over his metallic stool. "Son of a bitch..."

He approached the child in a hastened manner, his loud steps drawing the eyes of the orange haired kid.

"Uh- Uhm, is this the-... What the hell?!" He spoke as Oikawa grabbed him tightly by his forearm and dragged him a private lounge.

He skidded to a stop and placed his hands on his hips before patronizing the child.

"Excuse me, kiddo, hi, yeah you can't be in here you're clearly underage. Where's your mommy? You're awful tall for a little kid." Oikawa cooed through gritted teeth.

Be pleasant, be pleasant, be pleasant...

The boy's lips pouted. "What? I'm not a little kid? I'm twenty years old you dumbass!" His brows drew together and his nose scrunched up.

Oikawa's surprise must've showed quite clearly. "Oh, oh my god... I'm sorry..." He said, his tone far more bemused than sympathetic. "You're just... you're so small and shrimps I assumed you were a child. Not to mention the way you reacted when you saw Sakura taking off her-..."

"Hey, I get it I get it, I'm little! It's not my fault. Kuroo-san told me this was a good bar so I came, and I was a little surprised to see boobs." He huffed.

Oikawa nodded, as he quickly returned to his general, bored expression. "Okay, well. I guess I owe you a drink. C'mon..." He muttered.

"Wait, wait, shouldn't you ask for my ID? Or my name?" The boy ran up behind him, and they pushed through the velvet curtain.

"Oikawa, Oikawa Tooru. I own the place." He answered without turning back.

"O-Oh! I'm Hinata Shouyo!" He breathed as he caught up.

"I didn't ask." Oikawa uttered.

"Huh?" Hinata smiled obviously.

"Nothin', just trying to decide what alcohol would be best." Oikawa smiled broadly, falsely.

Oikawa slid behind the bar, and gestured in front of him. For the little guy, whiskey. For himself, vodka.

He lifted his favorite bottle of green apple vodka, and unscrewed the cap. He began to search up and down the counter, taking a long swig.

"Mm-" His voice was muffled as he removed the rim from his lips and swallowed the burning liquid. He picked up and bottle and smiled.

"Maybe you'll stop stuttering after having a glass of this, Shrimpy-chan." Oikawa teased, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and pouring it into a glass.

Hinata frowned. "My names Hinata... and I don't stutter!" He whined.

"Oh, hush. Just drink." He set the glass down in front of Hinata, who eyed it apprehensively.

He picked it up slowly, and sniffed it. His nose scrunched. "What the fuck is it? It's like hand sanitizer."

"Scotch, it'll put hair on your chest." Oikawa said, lifting his bottle to his lips.

Hinata almost spat out the first sip, but he swallowed, and sputtered, and coughed. "In the name of-... What the actual fuck is that? I think I'm dying! Is your throat supposed to burn this much?!"

The noise of Oikawa's sweet laugh shocked Hinata, and himself. Oikawa cleared his throat, taking a quick swig.

"Soon, you'll become accustomed. Then, you'll be drowning in it." He mused darkly.

Hinata glanced to his glass awkwardly, cupping it between his two hands. When his eyes drifted up again, Oikawa's chestnut colored eyes bore into Hinata's golden browns. "Anyway.." He said quietly, lifting his drink to his lips. "Would it be better if I drank it quickly?"

"Oh, yeah. Um, yeah, just... Okay, just take it all in your mouth really quickly and tilt your head back and swallow it all at once if possible. You're probably gonna gag." Hinata's question shook Oikawa back into reality.

Hinata nodded. He lifted it once more to his lips, and tipped all the dark liquor into his mouth. He held it in his mouth, his cheeks fat. He then took a giant gulp, and proceeded to gag.

"Fuck me!" Hinata gasped.

' Gladly...' Oikawa thought, the drunken thoughts vodka brought on already seeping into his head. Then he mentally slapped himself. He couldn't sleep around anymore. It did nothing to help him get over Hajime. Oikawa would never forget him. His drunken sleep overs always resulted in crying.

"You should pour me another." Hinata coughed.

Oikawa grinned a bit. "Okay, Shrimpy-chan, I see that confidence boost." He giggled as he poured the next glass.

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"Hinata, you should really, reeeaaally stop drinking now." Oikawa slurred, giggling hysterically as Hinata made a face.

"You d-dumbass, I'm not that drunk!" Hinata deadpanned, pronouncing each syllable slowly.

"Yeah, yeah you are... I'll take you to my apartment." He chuckled, beginning to almost be concerned about the little guy.

"W-What? Oikawa-kun, are you trying to seduce me?" Hinata teased, leaning forward.

Oikawa's expression changed entirely. "No, Hinata. You're drunk. You need to lay down before everything starts spinning."

He moved from behind the counter, and scooped up Hinata. "Wo-Woah, Oikawa, don't drop me!" He giggled, tucking his head against Oikawa's chest.

Oikawa's cheeks felt warm. Was he blushing?

No, it was definitely the alcohol. Oikawa didn't really swing that way. He just loved Iwaizumi more than even himself.

Oikawa, who mastered walking in a straight line completely plastered in one of his wild nights alone, hurried to his car. He let Hinata down slowly, but kept an arm wrapped protectively around the smaller boy as he fumbled for keys.

He snatched them out of his pocket and clicked the button repeatedly until a brief honk erupted. He opened the door, and guided Hinata into the front seat. He shut the door, making sure all of Hinata was in the car beforehand.

He jogged around the nose of the car and hopped in the drivers seat. He took a moment.

Did he want to drive Hinata in his state?

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" Oikawa outburst concluded after he slammed his hand on the steering wheel. He jumped out of the car, and ran around to Hinata's side once again. He tugged open the door, and Hinata's eyes were half open.

"Oikawa, everything's starting to spin, just a little bit." He muttered.

"Okay, I'm gonna take you into the upstairs apartments of the building, G-chan and Sakura can stay in the same room tonight they won't mind." He softly spoke to Hinata as he shifted him over. "Now, climb on, and I'll get you upstairs before everything really starts spinning."

Oikawa hefted Hinata onto his back, kicking the door shut, and trudged back to the door.

"I feel like I'm on a Merry-Go-Round on hyper speed." He muttered into Oikawa's ears, the breath tickling his ear.

"Well, then it's about to get a little more dizzying." Oikawa sped up a bit, holding the muscular thighs a little tighter as they entered. "Just hold on tight."

Hinata nodded weakly against Oikawa's back.

Before the entrance hall opened up, he took the door to left that led upstairs, and kicked down the door of the third room. He rushed through the living room and into the master, and only, bedroom.

"Come on I need you to stay awake, Hinata, I don't want you throwing up all over yourself passed out." Oikawa's voice seemed panicked. "I'm sorry I let you drink that much. This is not okay. This is my fault, I'm so so sorry, Shrimpy-chan." He squatted down, letting Hinata drop onto the bed. He turned around, not letting Hinata drop back.

"Hey, hey, Shrimpy-chan open your eyes." Oikawa gripped Hinata's face in his hand. Hinata's eyes were half opened and focused on and out, and finally concentrated on Oikawa.

"-Kawa..." Hinata's words were jumbled and inaudible.

"Yes I'm right here, I got you. I need to to talk to me though. I did not realize you had a fucking nonexistent tolerance, and you drank a lot more than you should've." Oikawa spoke as slowly and as clearly as possible, his limbs and lips still felt pleasantly numb.

"How old are you, kiddo?" Oikawa asked, pulling Hinata's arms through his shirt one by one.

"Twenty..." He slurred.

"Good, good, Shrimpy-chan, now can you say your name properly?" Oikawa said, pressing his hand flat on Hinata's back between his shoulder blades as he pulled the shirt over his head with the other.

"Hin-... Ata... Shouyo.." He managed. "Oikawa-kun-... I think-... I don't feel good.." Hinata's eyes squeezed shut, and opened real wide, and he blinked slowly.

Oikawa's eyes widened, and he lifted and carried Hinata to the bathroom. He leaned him over the toilet, and Hinata immediately retched.

"Oh shit," Oikawa said, running his fingers through Hinata's hair, pulling it flat against his head. He didn't know if it was close to getting puked on, but he wanted to make sure.

As he waited for Hinata to stop throwing up, his mind drifted to the first time he got Iwaizumi drunk.

His hair is soft like Iwa-chan's. His mind babbled, and when Hinata finally quieted for a moment, Oikawa stood and wetted the hand towel hanging off the wall with cool water.

Hinata leaned back off the toilet and flushed. "Holy fucking shit... Why is everything still fucking spinning-..." He was cut off by a gag, and he leaned forward to heave in the toilet again.

"It'll take a while. You'll start to feel better. You'll stay spinning, so keep your eyes open and try to focus while you're not puking." Oikawa slipped the towel onto Hinata's forehead. About a minute later, he sat back onto Oikawa's chest.

He lifted his arm slowly, as if it were heavy, and rested his hand above Oikawa's. Using the other, he flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth. "Thank you, Oikawa-kun." He rasped.

"Burns just as much coming up as it does going down, yeah?" Oikawa teased gently.

Hinata laughed, and got choked up a bit. Oikawa looked down and craned his neck. Tears stained his cheeks, and he sniffled quietly.

"You're like a little ray of sunshine, Hinata, you need to stop crying before you start hiccuping and throw up again." Oikawa kissed the top of his head.

"You think I'll remember this in the morning?" He slurred.

"Bits and pieces, Shrimpy-chan, bits and pieces." Oikawa said, before lifting him up again.

He took long strides and laid Hinata on his side at the end of the bed. He pulled back the plush comforter and sheets, and moved Hinata into the bare spot. He slowly unbuttoned Hinata's pants, and pulled them off, tossing them into the pile, along with his shoes, socks, and shirt. He rolled Hinata onto his side arranging his arms and legs into a position that Iwaizumi used to call the 'recovery position.'

Hinata watched Oikawa with half lidded eyes, as he moved around the bed and pulled off his own shirt, then his khakis.

"Oikawa-kun?" Hinata called.

Oikawa paused pulling down his pants. "Hm?"

"Are you trying to seduce me, again?" Hinata giggled.

Oikawa laughed and rolled his eyes. He kicked the pants from around his ankles and crawled near Hinata. "Now, Shrimpy-chan, we should take it slow," Oikawa said, resulting in a slight pout from the drunken Hinata. "I'll seduce you tomorrow night when you're sober."

"Y'know, Oikawa-kun, I think you should call me Shouyo. We're pretty close honestly at this point, what with you getting me drunk, holding my hair back and trying to seduce me." Hinata deadpanned, and Oikawa couldn't tell if he was half serious or not.

"You're a little over confident, Hinata Shouyo." Oikawa raised his eyebrows.

"Shh..." Hinata slurred out, raising a finger to his lips. "It's the alcohol talking..."

Oikawa laughed. "Yeah, but I still think-..." He started, but stopped when Hinata put a finger against Oikawa's lips.

"I told you shhh... I'm sleeping..." Hinata murmured, and his eyes shut fully. His soft hand dropped onto the bedsheet, and Oikawa smiled sweetly.

What a cutie, he thought wondrously. He lifted Hinata's hand to his lips, and kissed his knuckle. He pulled the cover up a little higher, and he wrapped both hands around Hinata's extended one.

Oikawa fell asleep with a smile on his face for the first time in months.

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The next morning, Hinata bolted upright, jolting Oikawa from a peaceful sleep.

"What the fuck?" He looked down. "Oh my god, Oikawa-kun, did we have sex?" Hinata's eyes got big as an owl's.

Oikawa's hysterical laugh sounded throughout the room. "No, Shrimpy-chan, you threw up all over the place."

Hinata blinked, and then dropped back. "Thank god," He mumbled. He turned to face Oikawa.

"However, I think I'll keep you." Oikawa snuggled close to Hinata, who giggled.

(A/N) Wow it's long hope you enjoyed