Chapter 10:At Last

Just in case…
Heart might stop
Mind can forget
I love them with my soul.
Soul never stops or forgets."― Rumi

They arrived in Tokyo and hopped on a surprisingly crowded train. As the train began moving (strangers pressing against him as they watched the stops and checked their watches), it hit Tooru like a ton of bricks. He was standing next to (almost on top of) his best friend, his partner in volleyball, the crush he'd had since who knows how long. To top it off, Iwaizumi Hajime (who was literally close enough to kiss with ease if Tooru had the nerve) loved Tooru back. It was almost too much to take given their current situation.

He tried to wipe his far too sweaty palms on his jeans, throwing Iwa-chan sideways glances. Iwa-chan was watching the stops as well, shifting slightly every so often to let someone pass, seemingly unperturbed by the normalcy of the task that was made extremely abnormal by the fact that just hours ago they'd been making out against a wall. Tooru felt heat rush to his face as he turned away, hoping Iwa-chan wouldn't see.

What the hell was the matter with him? He'd never been embarrassed by flirting or physical contact, but now he was a mess. He took a step back as he glanced around the compartment, noting that the crowd had lessened enough to provide a bit more breathing room. There were still plenty of prying eyes and now that he had moved he wished he hadn't. Even though Iwa-chan was an arms distance away he felt suddenly farther. Tooru wanted to touch him, but how to do it subtly now that the crowd wasn't providing an excuse. He could loop his fingers around the belt, but then if he lost his balance he might tear Iwa-chan's pants. He could hold the same pole as Iwa-chan and let their fingers overlap, but then his armpit might be too close to Iwa-chan's face. Did he smell? Oh god, what if he smelled? When had he showered last? Maybe he was overthinking this...

He was so deep in thought that the next turn caught Tooru off guard, sending him stumbling slightly. Iwa-chan reached out, not perturbed by the bumps at all, and grabbed Tooru by the elbow.

"Pay attention our stop is next," he muttered, easily pulling Tooru close as he wrapped his arm securely around Tooru's waist. "Idiot," he added.

"Rude, Iwa-chan," Tooru replied, dropping his head onto Iwa-chan's shoulder to hide the flush that had reappeared. If anyone sent them disapproving looks, Tooru couldn't see because he was busy burying his face in Iwa-chan's shoulder, trying not to be swallowed whole by the musky scent hanging around his best friend.

Iwa-chan moved away when they reached their stop, but only enough to get around the pole he'd been using to keep steady. Then he fell in step with Tooru, arms brushing as they walked. Tooru did his best to concentrate on the walk, making sure he didn't trip. He kept his face pleasantly neutral, keeping the usual bounce to his steps to appear as cool and collected as he normally would be, but he was starting to wonder how he'd managed to be suave with anyone considering how the chatter of his brain would not shut up.

Should he hold his hand? Was it too soon? Was it too public? Was it too fast? Should he tell a joke? Would Iwa-chan laugh? Of course he would, or he would scowl, but that was still a good reaction in Tooru's book. Shut up, Tooru mentally scolded himself.

Instead of doing any of those things, Tooru let out a surprised squeak when he felt Iwa-chan's pinky lightly wrap around his own. They both froze. Tooru stared determined up at the sky, squinting as if his Oikawa flirting skills might be written in a constellation because it had clearly left him entirely. He was just beginning to wonder if it was too late to get right back on the train or maybe he could will the floor to swallow him whole when Iwa-chan's full belly laughs drew Tooru's attention. The laughter rolled out of his mouth as Iwa-chan grabbed hold of his stomach to try and support himself, unbothered by the confused looks of passerby. Tooru pouted as he crossed his arms.

"Iwa-chan," Tooru whined. "Don't laugh about it."

"You're acting ridiculous," he said finally, wiping a tear from his eye. "It's just me and we've held hands before. I could barely go to the bathroom without you taking my hand until we were ten."

"I can't help it if you were restroom challenged," Tooru sniffed, his pout faltering as Iwa-chan watched him with dancing eyes. His mouth was still pulled back into a smile so bright that Tooru was sure it would blind him if he stared directly at it for too long. To avoid that outcome, he let his eyes move to the side. He could feel Iwa-chan watching him and the pleasure that his best friend would watch him so intently after confessing to him sent such a pleasant wave of emotion through his chest that it was almost unbearable to be in public.

"I never imagined that this would be the end of my weekend," Tooru muttered. "I'd sort of thought this would never happen at all, if I'm honest."

"You're acting as if we're on a first blind date," Iwa-chan said.

"I know that," Tooru huffed. "My brain won't shut up. We did this all out of order."

"Makki's right."

Tooru raised his eyebrow confused.

"You're a prude."

"Iwa-chan! Just a few hours ago you were so nice!"

"I have to keep you on your toes, don't I?" Iwa-chan teased. He tucked his hands into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and opening it to glance inside. "I think I have a solution to this."

"You do?" Tooru leaned forward to see what solution Iwa-chan might have found in his wallet, but Iwa-chan closed it and put the wallet away, grabbing Tooru's elbow and hurrying them down the next street. He was practically dragging Tooru with him, but at least Tooru was so confused that his brain had shut up. They stopped a few blocks later so suddenly that Tooru nearly ran into Iwa-chan's back.

"Iwa-chan what are you doing?" They were standing in front of a Ramen store. Tooru's stomach rumbled at the idea.

"Can you find us a table?" Iwa-chan asked. Tooru shot him a sideways look, but he scowled sternly. "I'll be right back, just find a table. I'm hungry and so are you!"

Tooru moved into the restaurant. There were a few places to sit, a booth at the back and a few seats at the counter. His stomach growled again and Tooru shrugged, moving to the counter to look over the menu. He was stuck between the two options when Iwa-chan returned, shrugging off his jacket. When he spotted Tooru, he frowned.

"This isn't going to work," he said firmly, looking around the rest of the restaurant.

"You don't want ramen anymore? I'm really hungry," Tooru whined.

Iwa-chan shook his head. "I still want Ramen, but this spot isn't going to work."

"What's wrong with my spot?"

"It's not-" Iwa-chan paused and glanced at Tooru again. "Let's go to the booth back there."

"Why?"

"It's better."

"Why?"

"Oikawa, I swear, can you just come on?"

"You told me to find a spot and I did and now you say its not good enough for you," Tooru sniffed stubbornly. "I didn't know Iwa-chan was so particular about his ramen eating. Is this counter too hard for your delicate physique?"

"So dramatic," muttered Iwa-chan, he rubbed the back of his neck, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. "Fine," he said, sitting down on the stool next to Tooru. Tooru spun once on his stool in victory before glancing back at the menu.

"I can't decide between these two, so I might get both. That's probably a bit overboard, right?"

"Here."

"Iwa-chan are you even listening," Tooru began, but his voice caught in his throat as he glanced up to see a rose sitting on the counter between them. He moved his eyes up to Iwa-chan's face. Iwa-chan looked determined despite the color rising on his neck.

"What's that for," Tooru asked, pointing at the flower. "Did you have that in your pocket this whole time?"

"No, idiot, I just got it across the street at the florist."

"For ramen?"

"Yes, for the ramen. I love it that much."

"For me?" Tooru blinked, taking the rose carefully and smelling it. His eyes moved back to Iwa-chan, who shifted on his seat, eyes darting back to the booth again. Tooru's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help but feel a swoop of excitement and warmth in his chest as he said, "Are you trying to take me on a date right now?"

"The attempt isn't going so well," Iwa-chan admitted, turning to stare at the menu, his ears now a scarlet red to match the rose. "I thought the back booth would be more, er, private since you've been nervous since we got back to Tokyo."

"Oh my god," Tooru hissed, looking from the rose to Iwa-chan, to the booth.

"Just forget about it," Iwa-chan said hurriedly. "I'll try again another time." He was frowning at the menu with an intensity that would make most people shudder with intimidation, though it had no effect on the menu. The look only increased in ferocity (still directed at the menu) when Tooru chuckled. The waitress arrived and Iwa-chan opened his mouth to order, but Tooru cut him off. He pointed to the back booth.

"Can we sit there instead?"

Iwa-chan threw Tooru a sideways glance, muttering, "We don't have to..."

"Oh, I want to," Tooru assured him, putting the rose across Iwa-chan's menu. Iwa-chan looked surprised as he glanced from the rose back to Tooru. "But you have to do it properly," Tooru said, sitting up straighter, crossing his hands across his own menu.

"With more flowers?"

"By asking me first!"

"Ah, right." Iwa-chan stood as the waitress signaled the booth was cleared and ready. He took a step forward before pausing and turning again to see that Tooru hadn't moved at all. He sighed, "You mean now, don't you?"

Tooru hummed in affirmation. Iwa-chan sighed, stepping back so he was in front of Tooru again.

"Oikawa."

"Yes?"

"Will you have ramen with me?"

"So formal. You sound like you're asking me out to a business meeting."

"Tooru, would you please have dinner with me?"

"Give me the flower at the same time, Iwa-chan."

Iwa-chan muttered something to himself, but held out the rose all the same. A smile was pulling at his lips as he said, "Tooru, will you please go on a dinner date with me?"

"Okay, this time I will," Tooru said hopping out of his seat and taking the rose again, smelling it as they moved to the booth. "But on the next one we should dress up nicer!"

"Who says you'll you get a second date after all this trouble," Iwa-chan replied, kicking Tooru's shin lightly under the table. He let his foot fall next to Tooru's and Tooru nudged it back with a wink.

"It only takes me one date and then you won't be able to stay away, Iwa-chan!"

"At least your confidence is back, I guess."

"You'll have to woo me, Iwa-chan. That's part of a first date, too."

"I take it back, I wish you were back in Miyagi already."

"Rude, Iwa-chan. Rude."

...

The alarm that brought Tooru out of his sleep wasn't his usual peppy wake up call, instead it was a steady beeping whose volume was rising little by little until it was practically ear splitting. Instead of reaching out to stop it, he squirmed deeper into his cocoon of warmth, squeezing his eyes shut in determination. He wasn't ready to wake up yet. It was too cold outside of his blanket cocoon.

Just when he was starting to fall asleep again, his determination overpowering the beeping, a groggy groan next to him made his eyes fly open. A body reached across him, dropping a carefully distributed amount of weight against his back as Iwa-chan smacked the snooze button. He grumbled something about "sheet hogs" as he fell back against the bed, tugging the sheets firmly and forcing Tooru to turn over as some of the covers are yanked from his grip.

Iwa-chan's eyes fall closed again as his breath returned to a steady inhale and exhale. Tooru allowed his eyes to skim over the tan face, barely noticeable wrinkles at the eyes from laughter (Tooru hopes he contributed to those) and on the forehead from scowling (Tooru's pleased to say at least three are his work). His eyes trace across the short eyelashes brushing against cheeks, then down to the soft lips just above a strong jaw line. His brain has finally woken up as he makes his journey. He's reminded that he is in Iwa-chan's room (in his bed), where he's been since they went to sleep (no sneaking in or persuasion necessary). He feels a smile pull at his mouth as the memories of the previous evening replay in his mind: Iwa-chan coming to Miyagi, Iwa-chan with his memories back, Iwa-chan confessing to him, Iwa-chan kissing him in Miko's kitchen, the kissing after their dinner date, the kissing in their own kitchen. Tooru beamed to himself.

"How long are you going to watch me sleep, Creepy-kawa?"

Tooru scoots closer as Iwa-chan opens both eyes, yawning. When his eyes refocus, they're soft with sleep and affection, but it doesn't last long. Iwa-chan lets out a hiss of surprise when Tooru wraps his legs around Iwa-chan's.

"How are your feet so cold?"

"Iwa-chan's got to warm them up! When do you have class?"

"Not until this afternoon. When's your practice?"

"Coach doesn't expect me until tomorrow."

Iwa-chan hummed in agreement, wrapping his arm around Tooru's neck to bring him closer, their bodies lining up perfectly with no additional space.

"I can make breakfast if you'd like to get up some time today."

"I don't think I will," Tooru replied, snuggling beneath the sheets, so only his eyes peaked out. "What if this is all a dream. Maybe I'll wake up and I won't even be here, I'll be-"

"Don't say on a UFO."

"-on a UFO! It could happen!"

"Why would the aliens abduct you just to have you imagine we were dating?"

Tooru peaks up farther from the nest of sheets he's created, eyes wide as he searches Iwa-chan's face. Iwa-chan pieces together what he's said with Tooru's expression and his mouth opens, then closes. He drags his eyes away to look somewhere above Tooru's shoulder. "Point is you're not on a UFO."

"Hajime," Tooru meant for it to come out teasing, but it comes out closer to bashful, though either way it makes Iwa-chan shift under the covers. "You want to be my boyfriend?"

"Of course, Idiot-kawa," Iwa-chan huffed, a scowl settling on his face. "I didn't go through all this for nothing. I mean, if you want to wait until after a few more dates that's-oof!"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because Tooru flings forward, lips meeting messily and almost sending them both toppling off the bed.

...

It still seems surreal a month later, when Tooru is hurrying to dinner. Practice ran late which meant that Tooru was running late, which meant Iwa-chan, Makki, and Matsun were already at the bar for their meet up. Though this meet up is more like a double date. Tooru almost tripped on his own feet as his face warms at the thought. It had been over a month since Iwa-chan's accident and almost a month of dating. A month of soft kisses in the morning in a shared bed. A month of light teasing and dinners with hands intertwining despite half-hearted insults. A month of perfection!

Tooru spots his boyfriend and friends in the corner of the bar, moving over to them hurriedly. He plops next to Iwa-chan, leaning in to kiss his cheek as Makki makes a retching sound. Matsun pats his back sympathetically, but Iwa-chan ignores them. He leans back, throwing his arm around Tooru's shoulder and dragging him closer.

"Iwa-chan, don't be so rough," he whines, though he's pleased, especially as he sees Matsun pretend to vomit.

"You heard it here first, Oikawa Tooru doesn't like it rough," Makki says, patting Matsun's shoulder.

"Which is weird," Matsun agrees conversationally. "Because I always pegged him for the adventurous one."

"I'm adventurous," Iwa-chan snaps. It's obvious he wishes he hadn't as soon as he says it. Makki and Matsun exchange a look before turning to Tooru.

"How adventurous is he, Captain?"

Tooru sniffed indignantly. "A gentleman doesn't share bedroom secrets."

"Lame," Makki and Matsun chorus together.

"I'll tell you everything about my bed bro," Matsun added.

"I don't want to hear it," Tooru assures him as the waitress brings him a drink.

"What he wants to hear is everything about my bed bro," Makki replies. "I do a great imitation of Matsun's turned on face."

"Don't tell them I know how to make expressions, dear. It's a family secret. We have to take it to the grave."

"Can you believe you wanted to skip this for that planet documentary," Iwa-chan teases, nudging Tooru slightly. Tooru looked up at him with a slight pout.

"You almost chose the lonely sad planet over us," Makki asked offended.

"This movie is about Jupiter, not Mar." Tooru corrected. "And I would always choose Jupiter over you two embarrassing me in public."

"You mean Jupiter is not a lonely sad planet," Matsun asked.

"No, it has seventy-nine moons."

"Wow, a whole seventy-nine," Makki cooed, but his face remained expressionless.

"How many moons do you have Makki," Tooru snapped.

"Normally I only give that answer to my bed bro, but if you play your cards right, I might just show you as well."

Iwa-chan snorts into his drink, almost spilling some on himself and Tooru, who looks at him as if he's been slapped.

"Iwa-chan, protect my honor," Tooru pouts.

"What honor," Iwa-chan replies easily, but he squeezed Tooru a little tighter before releasing him.

"I have lots of honor," Tooru informs them haughtily.

"It's true," Matsun agrees.

"Thank you." He gestures to Matsun as he throughs a scowl at Iwa-chan. The triumph doesn't last long because Matsun wasn't finished.

"Think of all those honorable plans he had to get Iwaizumi's attention before our favorite rock for brains realized his feelings."

Tooru's hands drop as Iwa-chan leans forward conspiratorially. "Why would he need plans to get my attention? He always has it."

"A reasonable response from a reasonable man," Makki agreed.

This isn't good, but Tooru can tell a losing fight when he sees one. Best to try and avoid adding more wood to the fire. He resigns himself to drinking with a practiced expression of confusion and innocence on his face. Makki, sensing that Tooru isn't going to interfere, continues boldly on.

"But Oikawa Tooru is no reasonable man."

"Certainly not," agrees Matsun. "Reason has no place here."

"Remember when he made us camp out in a bush to see if Iwaizumi was going to accept that girl's confession our first year?"

"I had sticks in my pockets for a week. What about the time he tried to get a kiss through truth or dare at overnight training camp?"

"Juvenile. He ended up licking Mad Dog's shoe instead. Of course, there is that impressive photo collection of his."

That one crossed the line in an unexpected way. It is Tooru's turn to snort into his drink, but it turns into a cough as Iwa-chan, Makki, and Matsun turn to look at him. Iwa-chan narrows his eyes at Tooru in a dangerous fashion that means Tooru is done for (if he survives this current coughing fit).

"What photo collection, Trashy-kawa?"

"I always knew it was a pet name," Makki mutters loud enough for Tooru to hear. He ignores his friend as he hits his chest to clear it before speaking.

"Oh, Hajime, I don't know what they're talking about."

"Let me see your phone then," Iwa-chan says, clearly not not convinced. He's not even swayed by the use of his first name. Damn it, that usually worked. Makki and Matsun exchange smug looks as Tooru snatches his phone off the table, stuffing it into his pocket hurriedly.

"No need, Hajime, no need!" He is pleased to see his boyfriend's ears turning pink from the use of his first name a second time, even if the scowl hasn't left his face.

"Tooru," Iwa-chan says threateningly as he leaned forward. Tooru feels a warm in his stomach. Ah, that wasn't a good trick if it could be turned against him so easily. Maybe he ought to go for a puppy dog face? No, that wouldn't work here.

"This is gross foreplay," Makki mutters. Matsun nodded grimly in response.

"You're making our friends uncomfortable," Tooru warned, but this didn't deter Iwa-chan, instead it seemed to motivate him further.

"Just show me the pictures, Tooru, and we can go back to talking about Jupiter's ninety-seven moons."

"Seventy-nine," Tooru corrects.

"Yeah, seventy-nine and didn't we find out the red spot is a storm on Jupiter is big enough to swallow the whole Earth?"

"It's over a hundred and fifty years old."

"Is this doing it for you at all," Matsun asked, turning to Makki.

"No, not at all," Makki replied. "I feel like I'm in science class."

"Good because I don't know this much trivia."

"Thanks for the thought."

Tooru, his face burning red, uses this quick distraction to jump out of the booth and safely out of his boyfriend's grasp. "I'll get us some drink!"

Moving to the bar, Tooru wonders what strategy he could use to make Iwa-chan forget this whole conversation. In truth, Tooru does have a very impressive photo collection from years and years with Iwa-chan. That might be nice enough (who didn't appreciate a good friend who doubled as a photographer). However, the particular collection in question was a rather expansive one mostly with pictures of Iwa-chan's biceps and a few (more than a few) of his butt. So, less cute and more stalker-ish. Still, they were good pictures and Tooru didn't want to delete them! What if he needed them? Tooru considered this while trying to elbow his way into the crowd in front of the bar.

"Oikawa?"

He turned at his name to see Suzuki standing before him, Kuroo close behind. Kuroo nodded at Tooru in greeting, his golden eyes sweeping the bar to land of Iwa-chan in the corner. A slight smirk crosses his face before he pats Suzuki's shoulder. "Let's go to a table."

"I'll grab our drinks," Suzuki dsays waving him off.

"It's your funeral," Kuroo teases, but Suzuki doesn't seem to notice. Instead he nudges Tooru and nods to the bar. He's able to push closer, creating a path in the exact place Tooru had been struggling to enter just a moment before.

"It's been a while, I haven't heard from you in a bit."

"Oh," Tooru said, mind going blank for an excuse. He and Iwa-chan hadn't discussed telling other people that they were officially dating yet, not that it had mattered so far. Makki and Matsun had figured it out by reading between the lines and Tooru had a feeling Kuroo knew as well (if his look and comment were any sign). Tooru imagined that Iwa-chan wouldn't mind being claimed, but there was still a remnant of doubt. Tooru had been aware of his feelings for years and Iwa-chan had just embraced them. What if telling people would jinx it? Iwa-chan had never met Suzuki. Maybe he wouldn't want a stranger knowing his business. Tooru should wait and ask him (it would be the perfect distraction from the photo collect discussion as well).

"Can I get you a drink," Suzuki asked in a low tone, touching Tooru's elbow lightly to get his attention, completely oblivious to Tooru's internal debate. It brings Tooru's attention back to the issue at hand and he finds they are much closer than they had been before, pushed together by the crowd at the bar. Tooru steps back for more space, but he lands right on a young woman's foot. Tooru apologizes profusely before turning back to Suzuki, who looks slightly bemused.

"No, no, I'm here with some friends. I'm getting them drinks, actually," Tooru says, gesturing vaguely to the table. He peaks over to see that only Makki and Matsun are in the booth now. Good. The less time Makki and Matsun have with Iwa-chan the less likely it is that he finds out any more secrets.

"They seem distracted enough, why don't we catch up a bit," Suzuki suggests his hand moving towards Tooru's face to brush a stray strand out of the way.

A few things happened in quick secession: first, Tooru steps back, foot landing on the woman behind him. It must have been hard because she lets out a cry of pain. Second, he feels a tug on his arm, pulling him out of the crowd and away from Suzuki's approaching hand. Third, he nearly falls into a very solid and familiar smelling figure, who doesn't move an inch, as if expecting Tooru would stumble into him. Instead, Iwa-chan is scowling at Suzuki, jaw set in the same way he use to set it when faced with a challenging opponent on the court.

Tooru straightens himself up, looking between the scowling Iwa-chan and the haughty Suzuki. In a flash Tooru put the pieces together: they had met and that meeting had not been a positive one.

"Iwaizumi," Suzuki greets. "Tooru, this is your roommate, right?" Tooru opens his mouth to respond, caught a bit off guard by this whole affair, but he doesn't get a chance to respond because Iwa-chan replies first.

"Boyfriend, actually."

Tooru closes his mouth. Well, that saves time on that discussion. He tries a different tact, curiosity getting the better of him, "How do you two-hey!"

Again, Tooru isn't able to finish his thought. This time he's cut off when Iwa-chan squats down without warnign and picks Tooru up, throwing him ungracefully over his shoulder. He's clearly decided that he is tired of talking to Suzuki. Tooru waves good-bye to Suzuki as he's carried back to their booth.

"Iwa-chan," Tooru asked. "Are you a caveman? What in the world are you doing?"

Instea dof responding, he puts Tooru down in the booth. Makki and Matsun give a round of applause, until they see that neither of their friends have the drinks. Makki lets out a dramatic wail as Matsun shakes his head in disappointment, standing to "do the damn thing correctly."

Makki agrees, following close behind with nothing more than a disdainful look thrown at Tooru before he parts.

"What was that about," Tooru asks curiously. "I didn't know you and Suzuki knew each other, let alone had some kind of problem with one another."

"We don't have any problems," Iwa-chan grunts.

"No problems, but you turned into a Neanderthal and threw me over you shoulder in public," Tooru says, watching as Iwa-chan's ears burned red again. His boyfriend gives a half shrug.

"You were taking too long."

"And you told him you were my boyfriend right away. You didn't even say hi," Tooru said. Iwa-chan shifts slightly, holding the handle of his empty glass like he really wishes there was still something in the cup. Tooru blinks, eyes moving back to Iwa-chan's face. "Were you jealous?"

Iwa-chan stiffens for a moment. That's all Tooru need to confirm it. He pokes Iwa-chan's cheek lightly, but Iwa-chan is intent on staring at the empty seats in front of them. Tooru pokes him again and again and again until Iwa-chan swats his hand away, turning towards him with a scowl on his face.

"You don't-" Iwa-chan began. He scratches the back of his head in thought and tries again. "I took a long time to figure all this out, but now that I have I want you to know that I'm all in."

"All in?"

"This isn't a fluke. All in."

"I haven't talked to Suzuki, at least not what you think, since Kuroo's party."

"I trust you, I just got a little carried away, I guess."

"You were jealous," Tooru beams at him. " because you love me a lot."

"I have terrible taste," Iwa-chan sighs, ruffling Tooru's hair, sending his perfectly placed structure into a birds nest. Tooru lets out an offended noise, but he doesn't really care. He rests his forehead against Iwa-chan's shoulder as his hand creeps under the table to find his boyfriend's hand.

"I love you too," he mumbled into Iwa-chan's shirt.

"Huh?" Iwa-chan shrugs slightly to try and get Tooru to repeat. Tooru peers up at him, innocent expression on his face which makes Iwa-chan's brow furrow, eyes scanning Tooru's face as if looking for some kind of clue to what Tooru had said. Finally Tooru speaks.

"Without me, you'd still only have bug friends."

He barely manages to jump out of the way from Iwa-chan's playful attack, laughing loudly as he dances just out of reach.

A/N: It is nothing but fluff to end our story! This has been fun to write, but now I have another idea eating at my brain, so I need to do that. It's another Iwaoi (because this is my life now, I guess). So stay tuned if your interested. If not, thanks for reading & reviewing! :)