Oikawa brought the brunet's hand to his pillow and buried his face in it. Oikawa had always had a fascination with his hands, Iwaizumi thought. He could feel his warm breaths against his palm. "Hey Toru," he murmured. "Why do you love me?"
The setter brought the other boy's hand to his chest, lips slightly parted, eyes wide in shock. "What do you mean, Iwa-chan?"
Iwaizumi chuckled. "Stop worrying, idiot!" He pulled his hand from Oikawa's chest and tousled his hair, sliding his hand to the setter's cheeks. "I love you. I love the way you learn other players' weaknesses and quirks and use them to lead the team to victory. I love your serve! Every time I see it I think "Damn how'd I ever get someone like th- What's wrong, Toru?"
The setter's tears flowed freely from his eyes, the drops making dark spots on his pillow. He sniffled and closed his eyes shaking his head. "I just... I love you so much, Iwa-chan!" He sobbed again.
"Yeah, but why?"
"What dwu meeen waii!?" The setter pushed Iwaizumi's hand away and rolled on the bed turning his back to the brunet.
Iwaizumi laughed hiding his face on his free hand, trying to muffle his laugher.
"I haateechuu, Iwa-chan! You're so meeeen!"
Iwaizumi who'd somehow managed to stop laughing, sat up on the bed and moved on top of Toru, managing to keep the covers on top of both. He placed his chin on top of the setter's shoulder and rubbed his back while he murmured, his lips touching his bare shoulder. "Hey Toru," he said again. "I know you love me. What I meant was what do you love about me?"
Oikawa's heaving chest still shook the bed but the sobbing had stopped.
"Tell me," he whispered and Oikawa smiled to himself, and opened a gap between his hands. "You're Iwa-chan. You've always been there and you'll always be. I love you, all of you. I don't know what else to say."
Oikawa slowly moved his hands away from his face and peered up at the brunet. "Iwa-chan, are you crying?"
"No! Shut up!"
