Oikawa Alternate Ending

Oikawa stared at his reflection in the body mirror that stood before him. Twisting his torso to the left, he watched as the fabric moved along, creating neat creases on his side. He returned back to his normal position when one of the servants came back to fuss over his hair, running a brush lightly through his locks to perfect the curl of his bangs. His fingers rose to pull and straighten his suit’s gold collar. He’d rather liked his outfit, finding that the stark whiteness of the suit contrasted nicely with the gold embellishments of his cuffs and hems. He was silently thankful that his mother had decided against puffy shoulders at the last minute. His shoulders were already broad, and he refused to draw even more attention to them with puffed up material.
The door behind him suddenly opened, and his father walked in, thanking the servants for doing a great job taking care of his son. He walked up behind Oikawa, and stared across his shoulder at the pair of reflections in the mirror. The servants flittered around for a bit, before taking the cue to leave the room.
“If you see any girl to your li-“ his father started.
“Yes, yes, I know,” Oikawa quipped, rolling his head to the side to break eye contact

with his father. “Go up to her and show her my interest.”
His father looked surprised for a moment, but brought up his hand to chuckle into it. He threw an arm around his son’s shoulder, causing Oikawa to look back to their reflections. “What I mean to say is,” his father said, faking a stern tone. “Is that you have two years, son. Two years. That is plenty of time to find someone to spend your whole life with. Just have fun today, and if you see someone you like, then great. If you don’t, it’s not the end of the world.”
The right side of Oikawa’s cheek couldn’t help but tug his mouth into a lopsided smile. He let out a dramatic sigh. “I’ll do my best, father.” He winked at his father before shrugging off the arm around his shoulders and darting to the door. Leaning back to look at his father, he teased, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready too? Mother will be looking for you.”
Oikawa’s father paled, and he was left alone in the dressing room as Oikawa ducked out, closing the door to hide his laughter.
The hallways were busier than usual, and Oikawa had to avoid more than one rushing maid carrying handfuls of banquet supplies.

He ambled through the hallways, acting as if he had a purpose, but truly he had nowhere to be at the moment. The ceremony wouldn’t start until noon, so he had three hours to spare. He would first meet with his parents at the private part of the ceremony, enclosed in the throne room where only the most honored guests would attend. The royal family would then move to the open courtyard, where they would perform the ceremony for the kingdom’s people. Oikawa ran a hand through his hair, not caring too much that he may be ruining the work that the servant had done. In his opinion, having a tousled look only made him that much more

attractive.
Just as he was passing a flight of stairs, he could hear a familiar laughter carrying up from the floor below him. He paused for a moment, furrowing his brows. Iwa-chan? He held onto the banister and slowly crept down the steps, not minding too much about any noise that he was making because the castle was already noisy as is.
“Hm? That sounds fun, but I’ll probably be busy after the ceremony,” Iwaizumi replied, offering the girl in front of him a polite, small smile. He discretely looked around, wondering if he could find an excuse to get away.