"Iwa-chan, you know I'll find it out sooner or later anyway, right? Why won't you just tell me!"
"I told you! There is nothing to find out!"
Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi with disappointment written over his face. "Iwa-chan!"
Iwaizumi leaned against the lockers in the clubroom, looking at his captain, thinking about different ways to kill him.
Oikawa sat on one of the benches, his legs spread out, his head dramatically thrown back. "It hurts my feelings when you lie to me like that."
Iwaizumi didn't answer. He turned around and closed his locker.
"I know you like someone," Oikawa said, "I just know it." The setter stood up and walked to his friend till he stood uncomfortably close to him.
Iwaizumi sighed. "Ever heard of personal space?" He roughly pushed Oikawa away. Oikawa stumbled back, almost falling over the little bench behind him. Iwaizumi flinched. He hadn't intended to push his friend that hard.
"Well," Oikawa said, a little shaken up, "This guy is certainly something if he makes you even saltier than normally."
"There is no guy," Iwaizumi groaned, "I'm going home."
Of course Oikawa didn't let him go just yet. They always walked home together, and today was no exception.
Oikawa didn't even try to be subtle.
"Do I know him?"
"There is no him!"
"Is he pretty?"
"I told you, there is nobody, so no!"
Oikawa sighed theatrical. For a few seconds it was silent. The sound of their footsteps was the only thing hearable, and Iwaizumi noticed that they walked perfectly in sink. It was a pleasant and relaxing sound.
Of course Oikawa had to ruin the silence almost immediately.
"I don't even know what kind of guys you like," He babbled on, obviously trying a less direct approach, "If you could date one of the members of our team, who would you choose?"
"Do you actually want me to kill you?" Iwaizumi asked.
"Iwa-chan! It's not fun having a gay friend who doesn't want to talk about who they like!"
"You actually want me to kill you."
Oikawa pretended he hadn't heard that. "Is he from our school?"
Iwaizumi didn't answer.
"Do I know him?"
Still silence.
"Does he play volleyball?"
Silence again. This time, the silence held out longer, almost too long, and Iwaizumi was a little confused. He looked up at his friend, only to find a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What?"
"You're blushing, Iwa-chan."
Iwaizumi quickly looked away. "Am not."
Crap. He could feel he was definitely getting red.
"So," Oikawa said, "Iwa-chan likes a volleyball player."
"I told you, I don't like anyone!"
Oikawa merciless went on.
"Don't tell me," He said, putting up a dramatic voice, "Don't tell me It actually is someone on our team?"
Iwaizumi's eyes grew wide. A strange aching feeling grew in his stomach, a feeling that he was very familiar with. A feeling of fear and shame.
He didn't like anyone on the team. He never had. But he always had been afraid that his sexuality would get in the way of his volleyball.
"Don't be stupid," Iwaizumi said, "You Know I don't." It didn't sound convincing.
And because of that, Oikawa said it. The thing that Iwaizumi always had been afraid of hearing.
"Iwa-chan," Oikawa said in a soft voice, "not even me?"
Bam. That hit hard. The nasty feeling in Iwaizumi's stomach climbed up inside of his chest and closed itself around his longs, making it hard to breath. His heart was racing.
Because this one, he couldn't deny completely. He had been in love with Oikawa. He had been head over heels in love with him, he had cherished him, he had cried over him, he had dreamed about him countless times.
He knew Oikawa wasn't gay, so he had always kept it quiet. Even when he had come out he had managed to keep his crush a secret.
More than losing volleyball, his biggest fear was ruining his friendship with Oikawa. And even now that his crush had faded, he was still terrified that his friend would somehow find out and feel uncomfortable.
He had come so far. It couldn't all come out now.
"It's not you," he heard himself saying in a low voice. It was out of his mouth before he realized it. He was surprised that he wasn't even lying.
"Aha!" Oikawa said, pointing his finger in the air, "So you do like someone!"
Iwaizumi opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it again when he didn't know what to say.
He didn't really know why, but he ended up giving in.
"It's none of your business anyway," He mumbled, hoping that Oikawa would be offended and back off.
That was stupid of him. An offended Oikawa was a determent Oikawa. He was already regretting saying that when he saw the look on his friends face. Oh, that grin was so annoying.
"So If he isn't me, and he isn't on the team, but he does play volleyball…No way Iwa-chan…You're in love with a rival!"
"I'm not in love," Iwaizumi yelled, "It's just a little crush, that's all." He knew denying it wasn't going to help him anymore.
Oikawa didn't even react to that. "Hmmm," He mumbled, "A rival team…"
He seemed lost in thought. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and for a second Iwaizumi saw immense terror in his friends face.
"I know you are better than this," Oikawa said, "but I have to ask. Is it Ushiwaka?"
Iwaizumi roughly slapped his friends shoulder. "Of course not. You idiot."
"Okay, okay," Oikawa replied, rubbing over his shoulder. "That hurt Iwa-chan!"
Iwaizumi just put his arms over each other. He really wanted Oikawa to disappear right now.
"Is it someone from Shirotorizawa in general?"
Iwaizumi violently shook his head. He really wanted to deny that possibility, so he did, but while he was shaking his head, he realized he was digging his own grave by cooperating with Oikawa.
If Oikawa would keep asking questions, he would eventually get to the answer.
Which was something Iwaizumi had to avoid at all cost. He didn't really know how to do that though. Oikawa kept throwing questions at him, not giving him time to think.
"Dateko?"
"no!"
"Wakutani?"
"No!"
"Karasuno?"
"N-NO!"
"Omg," Oikawa said in shock, noticing the tiny stumble in Iwaizumi's words. "You Like someone at Karasuno!"
"No, of course not!" Iwaizumi tried to defend himself, horribly failing at sounding honest. He was way too worked up about this to think straight.
"You like someone from a team that just defeated us!" Oikawa pretty much screamed, dramatically moving his arms around.
"Idiot," Iwaizumi mumbled, "I don't hold grudges till the end of times like someone I know."
Oikawa pretended not to be offended. "I bet It's the captain," He said, "even my straight ass would agree to that."
"It's not the captain," Iwaizumi could feeling the discomfort in his stomach grow.
"Is it mr. refreshing then?" Oikawa continued, "That grey-haired setter?"
"nope." Silence. "Although, not bad."
Oikawa almost tripped over his own feet after hearing that. He wasn't used to Iwaizumi straight out telling him when he thought someone was attractive.
It wasn't something Iwaizumi liked to do. But he hoped he could lead Oikawa away from his real crush that way.
It didn't work.
"Is it the ace?" Oikawa asked.
Iwaizumi just shook his head, already feeling defeated.
There weren't many people in the Karasuno volleyball team. It wouldn't take long for Oikawa to know.
"If its Tobio-chan, I swear to god," Oikawa suddenly said, "I kill you."
Iwaizumi sighed. "It's not Kageyama. Also, you can't kill me if I kill you first."
"whatever," Oikawa mumbled, "Is he even any good?"
"uhmm," Iwaizumi mumbled, "yeah, about that…" he could feel his face turn even more red.
"You like someone who is not even good at volleyball," Oikawa said in shock, "Was he even in the match?"
"He was!" Iwaizumi answered defensively. He only realized he had narrowed down the possibilities even more when he saw Oikawa's grin return to his face.
"Is it that glasses kid then? I wouldn't call him bad. He blocked ushiwaka!"
"It isn't Tsukki ," Iwaizumi said without thinking. He immediately wanted to hit himself. Hard. Why couldn't he just think before he talked?!
"Tsu," Oikawa said while slowly turning his face towards Iwaizumi, "Ki?"
Iwaizumi didn't know what to say. How could he possibly explain that he had remembered the name 'tsukki' after Yamaguchi had mentioned it once, only because Tsukki was apparently important to Yamaguchi and that seemed something his brain wanted to remember.
"Wait a minute," Oikawa said, grinning even wider. "Wait a minute."
Iwaizumi could feel his stomach turn around while his best friend looked him in the eye with a deadly glance of victory.
"That glasses kid," Oikawa said, "Wasn't he kind of…not that close to the team? Except…except for one person though."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Iwaizumi mumbled, probably only reassuring Oikawa's theory.
Oikawa stared at him intensely. "Omg, Iwa, you like the sacredly pinch server!"
"No, I don't!" Iwaizumi lashed out.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why was he getting red? Why was his heart racing in his chest? Why couldn't he just control his facial expressions?
"You think he is cute, do you?" Oikawa asked teasingly.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"You think he is adorable." It was stated as a fact.
"I don't!" Iwaizumi yelled, looking away from his best friend, "I mean…"
There was silence for a second.
"It's not my fault Okay!"
Oikawa threw an arm around him. Even now, it made Iwaizumi's heart race a little.
"It's okay," Oikawa said, "I won't tell anyone."
Iwaizumi breathed out. "Good. I wouldn't let you anyway."
Oikawa smiled at him. No smirk this time, a sincere smile, from best friend to best friend. Iwaizumi could feel himself relax.
"Still," Oikawa said, already smirking again, "That doesn't mean I'm not going to tease you for it."
Iwaizumi sighed. This was going to be a long week.
Oikawa suddenly leaned closer into Iwaizumi, swallowing him in some kind of awkward hug. Iwaizumi knew Oikawa was clingy, but this was worse than normally. Oikawa's pressed himself against Iwaizumi's side, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Iwaizumi only noticed what was happening when it was too late.
Oikawa's hand slid into Iwaizumi's pocket, quickly taking Iwaizumi's phone in his hand. Iwaizumi tried to stop him, but Oikawa's fast reflexes where too much for him. Within a second Oikawa stood a meter away, Iwaizumi's phone triumphant in his hand.
"Now, Lets text your future boyfriend, shall we?"
Iwaizumi ironically had to think about how he had snatched Yamaguchi's phone out of the hand of a bully yesterday. Oh, how the tables had turned.
"Oikawa," He said, stepping forward with a dramatic tone in his voice, "give my phone back."
Oikawa ignored him and did a few more steps back. "Iwa-chan," he said teasingly, holding Iwaizumi's phone out of reach, "everyone knows you're hopeless in romance. You need my help."
"No, I don't," Iwaizumi answered, trying to grab his phone. "besides, we don't want him to fall in love with you, do we?"
Oikawa didn't even listen. He kept stepping away from Iwaizumi and unlocked his phone. Iwaizumi pretty much dived into him, but Oikawa was too fast. He stepped away from Iwaizumi, and started running. His ability to scroll around on the phone and run at the same time was annoyingly impressive.
"How is this cutie called?" Oikawa asked, looking through Iwaizumi's contacts, "Wait, I think I already found him."
Iwaizumi chased his best friend down the street. He felt ridiculous, but he didn't care. He needed to get that phone back no matter what.
"It is Yamaguchi, huh?" Oikawa yelled, dodging one of Iwaizumi's dives. He quickly changed direction, causing Iwaizumi to lose his balance. "Oh, you guys already talked quite a bit, nice."
"Oikawa Tooru, I swear to god," Iwaizumi yelled while sprinting towards his best friend, "Give me my phone back, right fucking now."
"Wait, Iwa-chan," Oikawa was frantically typing. "Let me send a nice message for you."
Iwaizumi's eyes grew wide. "Don't you dare."
He made one more jump and successfully stole his phone back, taking advantage of how Oikawa was less fast while typing.
"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa whined, "I am trying to help you here!"
Iwaizumi hit his friend against the shoulder. "You are not helping me. At all."
Oikawa looked sad, but there was a flicker of excitement in his eyes that Iwaizumi didn't like.
"Oh well," Oikawa said with a lazy voice, "at least I got to send one message."
His grin grew immensely wide.
Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes and panicky opened his phone.
It couldn't be that bad right?
He read over the message.
It was worse than he expected.
"You are so dead, I swear."
Yamaguchi was walking home, His bag over his shoulder, his best friend at his side. Tsukki was silent as ever, but Yamaguchi didn't mind. He didn't really feel like talking today either. Besides, Tsukki and Yamaguchi didn't have to talk to enjoy each other company. Just being in each other's presence was more than enough.
they were almost halfway there when Yamaguchi felt his phone zoom. He fished it out of his pocket and saw that he had a message.
It was not just a message. It was that message. The message that he didn't think would come, but that he had secretly been waiting for the entire day.
When he saw the name 'Iwaizumi Hajime' on his screen he felt his heart do a little jump. A jump of happiness. He held his phone in his hand, his finger hovering over the message, but he decided not to read it just yet. He really wanted to know what the message said, but he knew he couldn't read it in front of Tsukki without raising major suspicion.
He was already doing that by smiling like an idiot.
"what are you smiling about?" Tsukishima asked, noticing Yamaguchi's sudden mood change.
"nothing."
Yamaguchi put his phone away with clumpy fingers, almost dropping it onto the ground.
Tsukki looked at him with a 'I-call-bullshit-on-that' face, but luckily kept his mouth shot. Yamaguchi once again silently praised his best friends disinterest is basically everything.
The rest of the walk was a little awkward. They still didn't speak, but it suddenly felt uncomfortable, much like it had felt with Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi….
No, no, no, don't think about him now! Yamaguchi bow his head and focused on the street tiles. He felt nervous, and he didn't know why.
"I go left here," Tsukki suddenly said, "I still need to get some groceries."
Yamaguchi could hardly contain his smile at this point. "Oh, yeah. see you tomorrow, Tsukki."
"see you," Tsukkishima replied, "oh, and Yamaguchi?"
"hmm?"
"have fun with whoever is texting you."
Yamaguchi immediately felt his face turn red. Okay, so he had been even more obvious then he thought he was. Tsukkishima smiled at him, half mockingly, half supporting, and Yamaguchi just nervously smiled back.
He waited till Tsukki was completely out of sight till he got his phone out of his pocket.
Iwaizumi had send him six whole messages. The first one was already enough to make Yamaguchi basically trip over his own feet though.
Iwaizumi: Yama-chaaaaaan! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Yamaguchi just blinked at the screen for a few seconds. He could feel a smile grow on his face, and a little giggle escaped from his mouth.
From all the messages that he expected, this was defiantly not one of them. He would never ever, ever think that Iwaizumi would use emoji's. And Yama-chan? What was up with that?
He was just staring at the message, not sure if it was actually real, when he realized he should probably read the rest of the messages to.
Iwaizumi: Sorry for that.
Iwaizumi: hey, Yamaguchi.
Iwaizumi: You still want to buy those gloves?
Iwaizumi: Because if you do, I thought we could just go ahead and buy them.
Iwaizumi: If you don't want to I can just wait or buy them on my own. No big deal.
Yamaguchi immediately typed his reply. He was whistling , but nobody was there to hear it.
That he was basically skipping when he walked home was something that nobody would see either. He was just so happy, he couldn't help himself.
Yamaguchi: Seems like a good idea to me! Do we send them to your house or to mine?
Thank you suikodengel and Boo zombie for reviewing! I'm happy you like the story ^^
So, remember about me uploading every Monday? Yeaaaah, That didn't really work out, sorry. I'll just do my best to roughly update every week.
Next chapter: A soaking wet Yamaguchi. A flustered Iwaizumi. Blushing assured.
