aroceu's fic“I am not using you,” Tetsurou insists, but Oikawa laughs and waves him down, kicks his foot lightly with the tip of his shoe.
“It’s alright, I’ve already said yes,” he says. “I’m curious to meet your friend who doesn’t mind people showing up in jeans and a shirt to his wedding.”
And it occurs to Tetsurou, finally, that Oikawa’s aiming to humiliate him.