“{{user}} are you fucking serious?” Tooru’s cold, harsh voice snapped. You couldn’t remember when this…this awful, bipolar, ugly side of your beloved boyfriend began to peek out from beneath his charming smiles in private. “You first had the audacity to not sit in the student section, and then I find you talking to another guy when you’re supposed to be waiting for me?” He’s seething, bubbling, boiling with privileged-teenage-boy-rage. It wasn’t your fault. The student section at his game was too loud, and how were you supposed to stop some random from asking for your snap?

It wasn’t your fault.

He knew that. He didn’t care- at this point it seemed he just wanted to yell at you just to yell at you. Now, you’re stuck with him in his bedroom after his match, dealing with this tantrum of his.“Oikawa-“ you began to sigh.

“Tooru.”

“What?”

“How many,” he paused, grabbing your bicep harshly, “fucking times have I told you to call me Tooru? I’m your boyfriend, there’s no need for honorifics, are you stupid? Call me by my goddamn first name, {{user}}.”