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“Iwa-chan?” Oikawa blinked, pulling his face into his hands and smiling his signature, lopsided grin, the one Iwaizumi wanted to kiss him through, pull moans out of, wrap around his length and suck his soul into.
Iwaizumi leapt from the bench and roughly dropped Oikawa to the ground, a hurried apology tossed over his shoulder as he sprinted back to his dorm. He dove into a cold shower until his nerves settled before climbing into bed, ignoring his phone blowing up by Oikawa and responding to Hanamaki that he was fine, that he just needed some time to think.
About that ass tho wwwww, Hanamaki replied.
I hope you die, Iwaizumi sent, and turned his phone off.
That was the first night Iwaizumi touched himself to the thought of Oikawa.
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“Freckles?” Oikawa leans back slightly, looking at Iwaizumi with disbelief. “As if you could count all of them.”
“two hundred and nine, so far,” Iwaizumi replies, fingertips ghosting across a squadron of freckles near Oikawa’s collarbone. He kisses the spot four times, one for each little star. “I’ve counted them, over and over again.”
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“No, I mean we really weren’t doing anything,” Oikawa whips around, “I haven’t even kissed her yet.”
Iwaizumi pushes the locker shut and looks down at his t-shirt, picking at a loose string dangling from the hem. If he tugs too hard, it’ll just ruin the stitching, so he decides to leave it alone. Right now he might rip the damn thing off.
“And I said it doesn’t matter. Why are you talkative all of the sudden?”
“Someone sounds annoyed,” Oikawa mumbles.
“No, I just…” Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. Why is he annoyed? That Oikawa is talking about his girlfriend? That he saw them under the stairwell looking both guilty and flustered? That he might not know everything about his childhood best friend?
He can’t say yes to any of those questions. He can’t quite say no, either.
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20 Jun 2026
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Oikawa scoots forward and drops his head onto Iwaizumi’s shoulder. Iwaizumi responds by pulling Oikawa further into his lap and curling the blankets around the both of them, feeling Oikawa shiver as the fabric moves. “Cold?”
“Freezing,” Oikawa whispers.
“ I can stay over.”
“Mhm,” Oikawa agrees, bleary eyes rolling shut when Iwaizumi’s warm hands rest along his back.
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“Wow, so kind of you, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa’s laugh is soft and quiet, contrary to the light, honey sweet sound he usually makes. The rasp in his throat sucks out the energy, but makes Oikawa look about ten times cuter, with his red nose and teary eyes.“Let’s get you cleaned up and you can sleep,” Iwaizumi offers, thinking to wrap Oikawa up and place him on the bed.
“I don’t want to sleep,” Oikawa argues, “I want to talk. We’re doing this confession thing really ass backwards.”
Iwaizumi draws little patterns in the small of Oikawa’s back, lips hovering on the shell of his ear. “We did everything ass backwards,” he sighs, “I’m newer to this than you are, so what should we do?”
Oikawa nibbles on his lip in thought, fatigue rolling over his eyes as Iwaizumi’s body heat begins to work wonders on his muscles. Iwaizumi was right, sleep does sound kind of nice. “Well, if we take a look at how we’ve done things, we should probably have some sort of wrap it up kiss, right?”
“When you’re not running a fever, we’ll do that,” Iwaizumi grins, and presses his lips gently to Oikawa’s forehead. It acts as both a kiss and measure of how bad his fever is, but with the way Oikawa melts into his touch, he keeps it in the back of his mind to do these little butterfly kisses more often.
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Even though Iwaizumi had known Oikawa all of his life, it was just recently that he began noticing things - things he was pretty sure best friends shouldn't notice.
Therefore, Iwaizumi had three simple rules to live by:
1) Don't stare.
2) Don't drink around Oikawa.
3) Keep his hands to himself.
It should have been simple. Iwaizumi didn't know why he didn't learn.This wasn’t a silly, childish little high school crush. It was so much more than that. It was a genuine attachment that went down so much deeper to the soul. They were intently, viscerally familiar with each other. Iwaizumi was attached to him in a way that went beyond his ability to explain.
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- Part 2 of Iwaoi Week 2022
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Iwaizumi stood in the doorway, and his eyes widened in pure shock, the dull and annoyed look in his green eyes lighting up into surprise and happiness as he took in Oikawa standing in his doorway.
“Tooru?” Iwaizumi asked, staring in clear shock. He finally raised his free hand to his face, rubbing over his eyes in exhaustion, blinking a few times. He couldn't believe Oikawa was here, it was obvious. “What are you doing here?!”
“Seeing my Iwa-chan, of course!” Oikawa replied with a laugh. “Happy birthday, Iwa-chan!”