Jokes

Pairings: Oikawa + Reader

Story: Angst?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1097 Words

I was walking around my house doing chores when I heard a knock at the door. I open the door to see none other than Tooru Oikawa, with his girlfriend. Or was it wife, I couldn't care less.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, more like demand an answer from the two infront of me.

"Can we come in and talk?" The women asked.

Without answering, I let them in and sat with them in the living room.

"So?.. What do you want?" I start questioning them why they would come to my home.

The lady sighed, she was nervous.

"I was wondering...if we can maybe...h-have some custody of your and Tooru's child, because we can't have one o-ourselves..?" She explained.

"What?"

"We can’t, umm…have a kid so I was wondering whether we could - "

“Oh. Oh, no, I wasn’t actually asking you to repeat yourself.” I set my tea down next to the armchair on the little table, entire body shaking. The couple opposite me were visibly alarmed, and I couldn’t blame them (well, I could, actually) that I just found all this so. Damn. Funny.

It began with a single peal of laughter, a solitary ‘ha’ that just kept on rolling.

“Ha ha ha ha HA!” I leaned over in the chair, practically folding in half, while gasping in laughter. Tears of hilarity collected in the corner of my eyes and I tried to roll it back in. Thankfully, my laughter died out after a few seconds.

Wiping the tears, I rested my chin on my hand and leaned against the arm of the chair. My smile twisted brutally fast into a scowl and my eyes narrowed into cruel slits.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I was mainly focusing my anger on Oikawa but occasionally I slid my gaze to the brown-haired (b*tch) woman he’d brought with him.

Huh. You’d think I would’ve let it go after all these years…

Nope.

“As far as I’m concerned, your whole barren problem isn’t a concern mine at all.” Shooting up from the chair, I stalked past them and forcefully yanked open the front door to my apartment. “So if you’d kindly get the hell out of my apartment, that’d be great.”

The brown-haired woman’s eyes widened and she stood up shortly after me, alarmed. What had her name been, again? Mits? No, that couldn’t’ve been right… “W-wait, but you don’t understand -“

“Understand what? That the love of my life left me after a three year relationship that, I had thought, was going fine? That he cheated on me? That I had to find out after all his friends did? That I was seen as a fool by everyone for not seeing it sooner? That you knew he was in a relationship, yet pursued him anyway? Please, if I’m misunderstanding anything here, tell me.” My words were biting, accusing.

The brown haired woman clutched her hands to her chest, her eyes pleading. Apparently, she was speaking for the both of them. “Tooru has cancer and the last sample - our last chance - was stored at inappropriate temperatures. It’s gone, our last chance - !”

“I don’t give a f*ck.” The brown-haired woman’s jaw dropped and I motioned towards the door. “Now get out.”

“You - you - how could you?” She began to get hysterical, furious over my dismissal but I just glared coldly at her.

“Adopt. There are other options, other kids who'd love to have a home. Now get out.”

Oikawa reached a hand for her arm. His face was tired and drawn, defeated. “Let’s just go.”

The brown-haired woman was the first to cross the threshold. Then, Oikawa. I moved to shut the door, but a hand held it open and I glared at it before rounding it on the owner of the hand.

“Can I at least see him? Eh - her?” My grip on the door loosened, considering. His chocolate brown eyes gazed into my own and for a second, I remembered why I'd fallen in love int he first place.“Give them a chance to at least see their father?” That was when my resolve solidified.

“I sent you a letter when I found out that I was pregnant. I sent you a copy of the birth certificate. I never got a reply, not once even after two years and you know what? That was when I decided that my child didn’t have a father, as far as I was concerned. You lost that privilege long, long ago.” Oikawa’s grip on the door had grown slack and I used the opportunity to slam the door shut, locking it immediately.

Sighing, I rubbed my hand over my face before slapping on a smile and heading into Itsuki’s room. The walls in the room were painted a light green with dark green trimming. The bed had been placed in the back right corner of the room and various toys littered the carpeted floor, spilling off the bookshelf and the out of the toy chest. A stuffed goat sat on top of the dark mahogany dresser, observing the room.

Itsuki was sitting on top of their bed, their favorite toy (which was, ironically, a stuffed volleyball) being crushed mercilessly in their small, chubby hands.

As soon as they saw that it was me that had entered their room, they fell off their bed, anxious to get to me.

“Momma!” Their short arms reached around my thighs, their head just barely reaching my stomach. “Are you angry? Who was that?” They turned their face up, their eyes searching mine, and my heart skipped a beat - like it always did when I looked into their eyes. Itsuki’s eyes were a familiar chocolate brown that made my head reel and my heart thump painfully.

“It was nobody, Itsuki.” I drew them to my chest before sitting down on the bed with them, settling their small body on my lap. “What’d you do in daycare today, sweetie?”

Itsuki’s eyes lit up and they chattered excitedly about their day, forgetting about the yelling they’d heard in the living room as they described their finger painted picture and the macaroni and cheese they’d had for lunch.

a/n: I'll try to stop with the angst. Thanks for reading.

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