It didn't take long to reach Matsukawa's house, where he leaned against the fence by his driveway. "Hey," he offered, waving slightly as they approached, then falling into step with them. Hanamaki drew back a few paces so that he and Matsukawa were walking together, and Iwaizumi and Oikawa were in front of them.

"Hey, Mattsun, guess what finally happened!" Hanamaki gleefully greeted the brunet. Oikawa met Iwaizumi's exasperated glance with a twinge of nervousness, which wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried to relax.

"What?" Matsukawa looked from Hanamaki to Iwaizumi to Oikawa, his gaze lingering on the two in front of him. "Did they get together or something?"

Oikawa threw his hands up dramatically. "Was it really that obvious?" he cried out, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah," Matsukawa deadpanned, "Honestly, we had no idea it would take this long just for you two to realize it."

"I told them about the bets already," Hanamaki put in, "They said they haven't fucked yet, but…"

"We haven't!" Oikawa yelped indignantly.

Iwaizumi shook his head and sighed, then turned around to face the other two. "Hey, what were the bets on, anyway?"

"Oh, there was a bunch," Hanamaki held up a hand to count off his fingers, "Ok, so one was that you'd get together—whether this meant dating openly or not—before your last year of high school, so that one already came and went. I put money on you guys not getting together until during or after your third year, so I'm getting paid!" He let out a happy giggle, and Matsukawa grumbled beside him.

"I already lost my money," the brunet groaned, and Hanamaki kept talking over him.

"Another bet was that you would have sex before officially 'getting together,' the flip side of which would be you having sex after you've already started dating. If you're telling the truth—which I still doubt, by the way, with the incredible amount of sexual tension surrounding you two—then both Mattsun and I lose money."

"So much lost," Matsukawa sighed, as Iwaizumi and Oikawa's faces both grew heated at Hanamaki's words.

"Oh, there's more," Hanamaki smirked, holding up a third finger. "Actually, Mattsun and I didn't put money on this one, but some others from the team did. We thought it was a little intrusive."

"Intrusive?" Iwaizumi muttered, making Oikawa smile slightly as Hanamaki went on.

"Anyway, it was whether or not you would actually be open about getting together. There were sub categories of this one, about how long after getting together you'd be open about it and whatnot."

Matsukawa interrupted here. "We thought this was the worst, though, 'cause if something bad happened if you guys came out, then we'd feel a little guilty."

"Something bad?" Oikawa echoed.

Matsukawa shrugged. "Y'know…quite a few things, actually. Our main concern has been your fangirls—they would obviously get jealous, and girls are demons when they're jealous. Also…I mean, our team is ok with it, as you could probably tell by all the bets, but…"

Hanamaki interrupted him, as if getting back at him for the last interruption. "We just figured, if we put any money on it, we'd probably feel bad if anything did happen."

Matsukawa grinned. "Also because we weren't sure if you would ever come out."

Iwaizumi groaned, leaning his head back. "You guys are way too interested in our lives," he muttered, staring up at the sky as he walked.

"Oh, speaking of which!" Hanamaki flung a hand out, almost hitting Oikawa in the face but succeeding in waving his fingers directly in front of the taller brunet's eyes. "How does it feel to be able to see again, captain?"

Oikawa laughed a little, subconsciously reaching a hand up to tug at his hair. "It feels great, Makki," he smiled, a genuine smile. "That was the worst month of my life, I swear to God."

"We're just glad you're ok now," Matsukawa offered, and as Oikawa tilted his head to look at the shorter brunet, Matsukawa's mouth twisted into a smirk. "After all, you did have your dear Iwa-chan taking care of you for all that time, didn't you?"

"Argh!" Oikawa flung his hands up again. "Stop teasing me already! Meanies!"

"Never!" they laughed together, then proceeded to make a billion assumptions about what had happened.

"I bet they slept in the same bed."

"I bet they took showers together."

"I bet Iwaizumi cooked for Oikawa every day."

"Hey, remember when they never invited the team over?"

"Yeah, they probably wanted all the alone time they could get."

"Couldn't bother with us single men."

"I bet they gave each other good-night kisses."

"I bet they gave each other good-morning kisses."

"I bet Iwaizumi dressed Oikawa every day."

"I bet Iwaizumi un-dressed Oikawa every night."

"Ayyyyyy!"

"Ayyyyyy!"

"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy—!"

Finally Iwaizumi stopped, spinning on his heel to face the two. "That's enough already!" he ordered, and Oikawa had to cover up a laugh because his boyfriend's face was blushing crimson. Apparently he didn't cover it up too well, because the next thing he knew Iwaizumi's sharp gaze was swinging to him. "Don't you dare laugh!"

"Ok!" Oikawa grinned, freezing and putting his hands up in an I-surrender position. "I mean, it's not like we did any of those things, but your face…"

Both Hanamaki and Matsukawa let out groans of disappointment. "Aw, you didn't?" Hanamaki whined, "Not even one of them?"

"Well…" We did sleep in the same bed, though we only started recently…and Iwaizumi did cook every meal for me throughout the entire month, and he still does…

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Iwaizumi growled at Oikawa, pivoting back around to keep walking.

"Tell us later," Hanamaki and Matsukawa hissed in unison at Oikawa, who only held up his hands again nervously and followed Iwaizumi down the sidewalk. Just to the end of this street…then we're at Seijou.

"I bet they're into some kinky shit," Oikawa heard Hanamaki whisper to Matsukawa. He grit his teeth, deciding to ignore the two as they kept loudly whispering.

"Yeah," Matsukawa agreed, "They're probably into, like, bondage and shit."

"Ohh, I could totally see that," Hanamaki whispered back, his 'whisper' seemingly louder than a yell. It certainly carries further, Oikawa fumed as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

"Who would be the one tied up, though?" Matsukawa asked, and Hanamaki paused for a second on that one.

"Hmm, I don't know. I could really see either of them doing it…maybe they'll switch it up."

"I think Iwaizumi would top," Matsukawa hissed, and Oikawa felt the flames under his skin, gritting his teeth harder as he struggled to not respond to the edged comments of the two behind him.

"Oh yeah, now that I think about it…but I could totally see Oikawa being a power bottom, eh?"

"Nah, Iwaizumi would totally dominate him."

"You think so?" Matsukawa was silent for a few more moments. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Hanamaki giggled softly. "Well, I guess we'll never know unless they just admit to us that they've already fucked." The last statement abandoned all pretenses of a whisper, making it nearly impossible for Oikawa to keep staring forward and walk in a straight line.

"Hey, Oikawa, you alright there?" Matsukawa hopped forward a step or two to walk next to the captain. "You look a little redder than usual. Maybe you have a cold?" He was grinning evilly. What did I do to deserve this, Oikawa groaned to himself. "Maybe Iwa-chan can help you. He's good at taking care of you, isn't he?"

Suddenly Hanamaki was on Oikawa's other side, whispering in his ear. "He's very good at taking care of you…isn't he?"

Oikawa let out a frustrated groan. "Iwa-chan!" he called out, the spiky-haired brunet already a few meters ahead of them, "They're being mean!"

Iwaizumi turned back, which surprised Oikawa for a second because he didn't think Iwaizumi would even react. Their eyes met, and Iwaizumi's gaze seemed somehow softer than usual, a certain understanding and comfort in their depths that caused Oikawa's heart to calm and his blush to fade.

"Aw, look at that, Mattsun," Hanamaki teased softly, "They're looking into each other's eyes like lovers. Look at that connection right there. Beautiful." Iwaizumi aimed a frown at the two before turning back forward and continuing to walk.

"Hey, Oikawa," Matsukawa said, his voice wry. "You do realize you have a stupid grin on your face right now, right?"

Oikawa felt his cheeks flame up again, reaching up to cover his face with his hands. "I hate you," he mumbled into his palms. "You're the worst friends ever." They finally walked through the school gates.

"Well, we're going this way," Hanamaki pointed to the left, tugging Matsukawa to follow him. "Catch up with your boyfriend, ok? Oh, and we won't tell anyone if you don't want us to."

"Thanks," Oikawa felt a relieved smile cross his face, then felt the need to add to the end of his thanks, "Even though you both suck."

Hanamaki and Matsukawa made victorious eye contact, and Oikawa knew he'd just dug his own grave with that last remark. "Not as hard as you suck Iwa!" they both yelled, turning to give each other high fives.

Oikawa leaned his head back, groaning. "Why am I even friends with you," he muttered, turning to catch up to Iwaizumi. The spiky-haired brunet had stopped and was waiting for him with a soft, barely-noticeable smile on his face.

"What'd I tell you?" he grinned, and Oikawa found himself grinning back. "Nothing to worry about."

Ayy, I was sick again so I got another chapter out! (Btw, sorry I'm not on a schedule for updates, I know that's annoying af but I'm not that organized xD)

Yeah, basically the same questions as last time...Also I'm adding one: Do you like the way I've kind of portrayed Oikawa so far? I feel like he's getting too OOC, should I make him more confident, or does this weak side of him work in this fic?

Please review, I love hearing what you think and what you want to see later!