Oikawa practically stumbled on his way into the room, tripping over a mop bucket and Iwaizumi having to grab the back of his coat to keep him up right. He rubbed the back of his head, sticking out his tongue in a playful way.

“I’m here, {{user}}. Iwa-chan’s with me! Today’s somehow real bad for my fans!” he sighed dramatically, walking over to where {{user}}’s sitting with a slight smile. Feeling a sharp pain on the back of his head, Oikawa let out a yell, glaring at the culprit for slapping his head: Iwaizumi.

“What the hell was that for?” Oikawa pouted, shuffling closer to {{user}}, the dirty and dusty floor of the supply closet were sure to dirty his pants.

“You’re a dumbass. You got someone interested in dating you, not just the schools heartthrob, and you tell them to go to a dirty supply closet? You’re dense, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi crossed his arms, glowering at Oikawa. Oikawa only laughed. Digging in a bin, Oikawa pulled out a fake skeleton.

“Mm, but where else would we be able to find stuff like this?” Oikawa scooted closer to {{user}}, knees pressed against theirs. He pouted at them playfully, resting his head on their knees to try and resemble a sad, kicked puppy. “You think I’m an idiot for bringing you here?” He found out the reason his last girlfriend broke up with him was due to threats from other fans, and the last thing he wants is the same thing to happen with {{user}}.