Jogging down the street, Sugawara could see Oikawa from half a kilometre away.

He wasn't easy to miss, really. All you had to do was look for the worst dressed person in a 2 mile radius and he'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Suga could make out a bright green face plastered on Tooru's shirt and he prayed it wasn't the dreaded alien garment the younger man would so often wear.

"Koushi!" Oikawa hollered, waving frantically at him. Suga sighed a regretting sigh, and quickened his pace, jogging over to the god awful fluorescent shirt.

"Hi, Tooru." Suga greeted breathlessly. "How are you?"

Oikawa pulled a face. The face he'd make when he felt really petty, where he'd squint his eyes, clench his jaw and pull his lips into a thin smile. That face.

"Should I sit down?" Suga asked.

"Yeah that'd be great." Oikawa replied.

Anticipation hung in the air as soon as Sugawara sat on the bench. Everything was holding its breath. Even the rippling surface of the lake they sat by seemed to still, waiting for Oikawa to spill the beans as he sat at the bench alongside Suga.

"I'm pissed off." Oikawa stated, jolting the universe from its momentary freeze frame.

"Well, clearly." Suga chuckled. "But why? Why did you get mad that Kageyama called you gay?"

Oikawa brushed a chocolate lock from his face and inhaled deeply. "Basically,"

Oh shit.

"I was at the library yesterday, and I was like, borrowing some books. I went to check them out and Tobio-chan was all 'Oh hello Oikawa-san how are you?' just really buttering up to me and everything. So then I was like 'Ya I'm fine, stop talking to me.' and then!"

"Then..." Suga echoed, taking a long gulp from his water bottle. Oikawa breathed in again, and Sugawara wondered how anyone can talk for so long without getting out of breath.

"Tobio was talking to one of his weird nerdy coworkers about a new nightclub that was apparently what the Grindr headquarters would look like. He turned to look at me, and asked if I had been yet, 'because I'm gay and everything.'. I was like, appalled and stuff. Anyway I left the books on the counter and walked out. I think I got stress wrinkles from that experience."

"And that was offensive, why?" Suga asked.

"I'm bisexual!" Oikawa exclaimed, causing the pedestrians to look at him. A small child asked her mother what a 'bisexual' was, and a middle aged couple veered away from where the pair rested on the wooden bench.

"Oh right. That's cool and everything, but I can't see how what Tobio said was offensive, really. You need to cut the guy some slack."

Oikawa sighed. "Yeah, I know. He's just," he paused to find the right word. "Provocative? But not in a sexy way. He just makes me angry sometimes."

"I know."

Sitting on the bench facing the lake for a while, ranting and gossiping like they were back in high school. This was their fortnightly routine. Oikawa would be upset about something, Sugawara would sympathise, etc, etc. It worked out surprisingly well, probably because Tooru gets upset easily, so there's always something to talk about.

The two men were close, in a different way to friends or lovers. 'Brothers' would be a better way of describing their relationship, minus the fact that brothers bicker less than they do.

Hours had passed. The sun hung low in the sky, colouring the clouds in a peachy-orange palate. Their conversation finally drew to a close, as the day did.

"Right," Suga stood up and stretched. "I'd best be off then!"

Oikawa gasped. "What? So soon? Can't you stay just a little longer?"

Suga smiled in that sympathetic, refreshing way he did. "You realise it's already 7 o'clock? I'm going to be late home at this rate."

Scoffing, the brunette leaned back in the bench and stretched his arms above his head. "Oh come on, it's not like you're in a rush."

"Kiyoko is cooking tonight."

"Holy shit!" Oikawa leapt from the bench and gripped Suga's tattooed arms, staring him dead in the eye. "Invite me round?"

Suga snorted. "You know I can't just invite you round. Maybe next time."

Oikawa pouted dejectedly, but hugged Sugawara goodbye.

Taking a final glance at the bright green shirt, Suga turned his iPod on shuffle and started to jog back home, absorbed in his own thoughts.

So absorbed that he tripped over himself, falling right into someone's chest.