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Oikawa grabs his wrist before he can get out of bed. “Iwa-chan, you’re not going to class. You’re sick.”
“I am not.”
Because the universe decides to choose that exact moment to work against him, Iwaizumi starts coughing as soon as he says it, proving the complete opposite of that statement.
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As a good vice captain, Iwaizumi would do a lot for his volleyball club's success and general welfare, including, apparently, fake dating Oikawa.
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Oikawa’s grip starts to slack although he doesn’t let go of Iwaizumi’s hand entirely. “Are you...if you’re really not okay with this, I’ll talk to the team,” he says after a moment. He gnaws on his bottom lip and looks away to the side, his steps slowing.
Oikawa likes to act dramatic and arrogant, but underneath it all, he’s a sensitive baby prone to overthinking, so Iwaizumi tightens his grip around Oikawa’s fingers and pulls him along down the road. “Like you said, it’s just until the match,” he says.
“Okay.” Oikawa smiles at him, cheeks tinged pink, and involuntarily, Iwaizumi tightens his hand around Oikawa’s in a squeeze. He lets go once they enter the train station because there’s no one around for them to pretend in front of anymore.
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Then, he would have someone who loves him the way he deserves to be loved. Of course that girl would have to take care of Oikawa when he’s moody, make sure he takes care of himself and doesn’t overwork, but she would also see Oikawa when he’s most alive and doing what he loves on the court. She would have to put up with all of his petty little demands, but she would also get all of his attention and his gaze on her like she’s his whole universe. She would have to listen to his constant whining and watch awful movies, but she’d also get to hear his animated talking and gesturing when he’s telling her about the things he loves. She would get to support him at his worst, and be buoyed up by him at his very best.
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“Congratulations, Iwa-chan! You’re a dad!” Iwaizumi hears as soon as the door opens. He’s dealt with Oikawa for all of his twenty-one years of age now, but this declaration is still sufficiently disturbing enough that he turns from his place on the couch and braces himself for whatever Oikawa has done this time.
Or the one where Iwaizumi and Oikawa babysit Takeru for a week.
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He exhales. “Even when I don’t want you around, I want you around.” He takes Oikawa’s hands in his own, covered with grass stains like when they were kids playing out in this very field. Oikawa’s fingers tremble. “I guess that means I love you too. You’re the best best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He sees Oikawa’s eyes flicker up to meet his own, his fingers clenching around Iwaizumi’s. “Iwa-chan,” he breathes, voice wobbly. “You’re the best—”
“I know. Stop being cheesy. You’re so embarrassing,” Iwaizumi says, heat creeping up his face. He’s never been good at this, but so help him, Oikawa is worth the effort.
Oikawa inhales sharply. “What—you can’t just—I’m trying to be romantic!”
“And don’t you dare cry,” Iwaizumi adds. “I hate it when you cry.”
Oikawa lets out a watery laugh and starts tearing up anyway. “I can’t help it. I’m just so happy.”
Iwaizumi gently pulls off Oikawa’s glasses where his tears are making a mess on the lenses, and wipes them on his shirt. Oikawa clutches his other hand, sniffling and beaming at him at the same time. Iwaizumi carefully sets his glasses back on his face and wipes away some of the tears, feeling Oikawa lean into the touch.
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Iwaizumi tries to get to his feet, only to have Oikawa tighten his grip.
“You heard him, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, voice going smooth and soft, and clearly trying to sound seductive. “Kiss me.”
Iwaizumi lets out his most put-upon sigh and rolls his eyes. He sees Oikawa’s brows wrinkle, indignant, right before he swoops in and kisses him. He pulls back just as quickly and gets to his feet, pulling Oikawa up with him. Oikawa still looks dazed and touches his lips like he can’t believe it happened.
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Iwaizumi scans Oikawa's eyes, and Oikawa does it right back. He still has that tender smile, and when he leans in to plead for another kiss, Iwaizumi complies. There's no reason for him not to, really; not while Oikawa's so soft and drowsy and cute—
"Fuck me, Iwa-chan," he requests, and Iwaizumi immediately rolls back over, ignoring his boyfriend's petulant shriek when he takes warm blankets with him.
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"Good morning, Iwa-chan," is murmured into his ear, and he wants to protest it, it's not a good morning when it's nine o'clock please let me go back to bed, but then Oikawa's shifting back just enough to give him that lazy, sleepy smile reserved only for those that wake up next to him on spring mornings. It tinges Iwaizumi's ears red, and he pushes a soft kiss against those grinning lips despite himself.
It's a pleasant moment he doesn't mind. There's few things Iwaizumi likes to use the word beautiful for, but times like these—times when Oikawa is pure and sweet and has his gaudy demeanour put far away—are beautiful times. It's rare to see his eyes so sleepy, limbs relaxed, chest moving slowly with every breath inhaled and exhaled. He'll enjoy the sight whenever he can get it.
Iwaizumi scans Oikawa's eyes, and Oikawa does it right back. He still has that tender smile, and when he leans in to plead for another kiss, Iwaizumi complies. There's no reason for him not to, really; not while Oikawa's so soft and drowsy and cute—
"Fuck me, Iwa-chan," he requests, and Iwaizumi immediately rolls back over, ignoring his boyfriend's petulant shriek when he takes warm blankets with him.
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"And you're telling me," Iwaizumi starts once they separate, regain their air, press closer yet, "that I have to pick a favourite?"
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"Love you, Hajime," Oikawa manages, voice cracked and rasped and beautifully light-hearted. Iwaizumi directs him into another kiss, then, gladly takes in every gentle Iwa-chan that's murmured happily against his lips.
This time, when they part, Iwaizumi realises he's grinning a little too widely, but he doesn't bother with caring.
Oikawa looks elated. That's what matters.
"Anything to make you happy," he returns, holds Oikawa a little tighter than before. They breathe even and steady; he drops an arm to curl round Oikawa's waist and lays a lengthy kiss on his forehead.
In the end, Iwaizumi decides his favourite thing is the fact that Oikawa's by his side.