BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME
warnings : dark content, implied cheating (reader), (1) face slap, major character death.
oikawa was fuming- storming out the bar and ignoring your complaints of how hard he was gripping your wrist.
“toru you’re hurting me.”
“get in the fucking car y/n.”
he opened the passenger door for you before shoving you inside, even in anger he was still a gentleman.
“slow down!” you exclaimed when oikawa almost crashed the car, for the fourth time.
his grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white. you swallowed hard and decided to stay quiet the rest of the ride — not here.
you followed oikawa into both your shared apartment, well it was originally yours but within two months of dating him he insisted on letting him stay with you, for your safety. he really did care for you.
oikawa headed to the kitchen space, slamming cupboards doors before pouring himself a drink. he was never able to control his anger when drunk, he could barely do it sober. you knew this.
which is why he was so confused as to why you always pissed him off. why did you always bring the worst out of him? did you like it when he yelled at you? aren’t you scared of him? why are you still with him?
“fuck!” oikawa shouted throwing the short glass cup against the wall.
you rushed into the room and to his side, “toru are you okay?” you grabbed his hands then his face in search for of any injuries. “don’t scare me like that.”
holding his face, you fought the urge to blush. his once puppy dog brown eyes were blown out and his nose flared- he was fucking furious.
“are you cheating on me?”
“what?” you cackled out. “are you serious?” you asked in response to his silence.
“answer my fucking question. how did that guy know your name and why was he all over you?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours, almost making you nervous.
“i told you, i work with him baby.” you brushed his hair back, continuing to play dumb.
“and that gives him permission to grab on your waist?”
you dropped your eyes to his clenching fists, ignorant to his glance at the knife on the table.
“don’t be like that ‘toru,” you bit your lip nervously after loosing your smile. knowing he’d pick up on it you attempted to kiss him, only for him to push you off him.
you stared at him dumbfounded, shit.
“none of that, give me a fucking number y/n!”
“three, but i swear it didn’t mea-“
he struck you across the face before you were able to finish your sentence.
you looked at him in shock, wiping your face when you felt a cold substance trickling down the side of your mouth.
“i’m sorry, please forgive me toru.” you apologized — you cheated on him, which resulted in this.
proceeded to flirt with the guy in front of him, making him mad which made him take a strike at you.
“i love you.” you pleaded grabbing onto his arm, hoping to get something out of him, anything.
you wanted this, to get him mad. you knew how he got and what would happen. but if his anger and temper didn’t scare you, his silence sure did.
what was he planning in this state of mind, and did he have it in him to act them out?
you smiled up at him, maybe you two could work it out. you both fucked up after all.
“that’s the problem, i’m so in love with you i can’t have you thinking you can run off and be with anyone else but me.”
he reached grabbing the kitchen knife off the table. your eyes enlarged as you made a pathetic attempt to beg for your life.
“we can’t risk that my love.” oikawa said before slashing the knife across your throat, deep.
you held your neck looking back at him in panic, he just stared back- he was in the brink of tears.
“there there,” he said holding you close to him as you collapsed onto him. he brushed your hair out of your face, wiping the tears and smudge makeup from under your eyes.
“it’s ok,” he hums softly.
your shut your eyes going in and out of conscious- at least you’re going to die in the arms of someone you loved, and who loved you in return, maybe a bit too much.
“you can rest now my beautiful angel.”