Tooru laughs awkwardly, kicking the door to the room where you two were locked, holding the glass of drink in his hands more firmly.

“Fuck,” Oikawa moans as he runs his free hand through his messy hair. There would be no point in shouting now. The party music was too loud for anyone downstairs to hear. "This is not good." He mutters, taking a sip from his glass.

His friends - or at least they were before this, locked you and him in an upstairs room during a crowded party.

Everything would be fine if it was anyone other than you. Hell, he hated you.