Hello! The lovely Britt ( OIKAWAHAJIME13) inspired this story over on Twitter! The summary of this story is actually their tweet! Go check them out! I love their tweets and head cannons so much!
Please note- this story was written with permission from Britt. Always ask permission if you're turning a tweet into a story and be sure to credit them. Now, enjoy!
It wasn't very often that Iwaizumi got to visit Argentina, so when he did, they took advantage of it. The Japanese team was currently in Argentina for a training camp, but they had the weekend off. With the team being filled with college students, the only appropriate course of action was to go out drinking. Used to the strong Sake of Japan, Iwaizumi was confident in his tolerance. This man, however, had underestimated both Argentine wine, and his team. The Japanese team had been worked done to the bone and were clearly intent on enjoying the weekend as much as possible. This led to Iwaizumi stumbling to Oikawa's apartment several hours, and bottles, later.
It was a hassle to arrange this, but once the explanation of old friends wanting to spend time together was brought to light, both teams allowed for the two to spend the weekend together. Iwaizumi clearly noted the time as he staggered up the stairs. Oikawa should still be out at a late-night practice with his team for a little bit longer. The late practice times annoyed Oikawa, but it was the only way to escape the Argentine heat.
It took longer than Iwaizumi would admit for him to fish out his keys and jam them into the door before barging inside. He quickly caught himself before he fell on his face and slumped down to the floor. He laid in the genkan for a few minutes before kicking his shoes off and making his way into the kitchen. As he turned on the light, a sharp meowing reminded him of another presence in the apartment. He glanced to the side just in time to see Oikawa's cat jump up on the counter and look at him expectantly.
"What?" Iwaizumi asked out load, frozen in place with his hand on the fridge handle. Another meow and a padding of paws was the only explanation he was given. "No, no, no! Don't you try the paws with me! I know Oikawa fed you already." He slurred slightly in realization.
That didn't stop the calico's attempts for more food though, and quickly shuffled her feet more dramatically. "Seijoh. No." Iwaizumi scolded once again. Seijoh knew it would only take one more push. She lowered her head slightly as if resigning, but right before the man could look away, she looked up at him with the widest, and most pleading eyes she could muster.
"Ughhhhhh, fine!" Iwaizumi groaned out. Why did he always have such a weakness for big eyes? An image flashed in his mind. One of Oikawa mimicking the cat's face and using his eyes to plead for the fries that Iwaizumi had been guarding, the drink he was holding, the candy he had sunk in, even the sunscreen he was using.
Iwaizumi chuckled as he moved about the kitchen to prepare the cat food. Oikawa had been using that face for years, and Iwaizumi had a very poor track record against it. It was strange, practically anyone else could pull that face but it seemed to only work with an actual animal or with Oikawa. He wondered why that was. It's not like Oikawa was any different.
Iwaizumi had snatched a bowl and had successfully grabbed a can of wet food from the fridge. He was currently trying to empty the contents of the can into the bowl when it hit him so hard, he almost dropped the can.
He's not any different. Right?
His mind stuttered to a stop at the thought. It was less of a question of whether it was true and more like his own mind mocking him.
"Now wait a damn minute when did this happen?" Iwaizumi gasped out loud and glared at Seijoh. She simply gave him a look and tried to lick the can still stuck to the can and not in her bowl. Iwaizumi realized the problem and quickly redeemed himself by forcing the food into her bowl. He disposed of the can and paced around the kitchen.
"He's just a friend! My best friend! It's been that way for years now." He defended to Seijoh. "He's annoying, selfish, egotistic, I honestly don't even know why I am friends with his!" Seijoh tilted her head as if to say, you still stayed, didn't you?
"I stayed because he had no one else!" Okay, even Iwaizumi in his drunken state knew that was a lie. Oikawa was plenty popular in his youth just as he is now, but he never went far from his Iwa-chan. That thought reminded him, "And that nickname! Why does he insist on using it when he knows I hate it?" Seijoh didn't even bother looking up from her bowl for that one.
"Okay, okay, well if…. if I hated it…. why did I stop complaining?" His argument fizzled out and his eyes grew wide. That wasn't where he had planned to go, but somehow, he had ended up with that realization. He would forever blame the Argentine wine for this. "If I hated him, why did I defend him?"
Iwaizumi thought back to all of the times he had complained in his youth about Oikawa's weird habits, his mannerisms, his obsession with his hair, but lord help anyone else who did. Iwaizumi always shrugged off the habits, learned what each wave of his hands meant, and made sure to plan everything out and included a designated time for Oikawa to get ready without rushing. Why did he do that? He had never viewed Oikawa as different. He was just his childhood friend who Iwaizumi happened to hold very dear to his heart. Everyone felt that way towards their best friend, right? Wasn't that the whole point of being best friends?
"God, him and his stupid soft hair! I had to force him out of the door so many times to avoid being late." Iwaizumi slid down the wall across from the counter that Seijoh still perched on. "All those times I insisted he looked good, I never lied now did I?" Seijoh hopped off the counter and sauntered towards him in a strut that only a pet of Oikawa's could pull off. His voice grew soft. He was still slurring slightly, though now he expected it might be from something other than the alcohol in his system.
"Do you know what he said to me? He always said, 'You're my best friend, you have to say that!' with the biggest pout on his face. I always replied, 'wouldn't your best friend be the first to tell you if you didn't look good?' his face light up like a Christmas tree every time." Iwaizumi barely noticed when Seijoh climbed into his lap and he began to pet her distractedly.
"Wanna know a secret? Don't tell Oikawa, but every time I look in his eyes, I can see the entire galaxy. His eyes always glow and twinkle like space. I'm convinced that's where he's from, you know? It's the only thing that makes sense. How else could he be so perfect?" Seijoh purred in what Iwaizumi took as agreement as he continued to scratch her head and behind her ears.
"When did he become so perfect?" Iwaizumi's heart ached at the thought. Was it when he became his setter? When he left sticky notes filled with random notes on the fridge and bathroom mirror? Or was it back when he always carried around an extra sports drink in high school because Iwaizumi never brought enough to make it all the way through practice?
Iwaizumi slid further down the way until he was lying flat on his back, and Seijoh readjusted by settling onto his chest. One of her absolute favorite spots ever.
"I love him, don't I?" Seijoh stretched out one lone leg and pushed her paw beside the corner of his mouth, about time, her sharp eyes told him.
Oikawa had gotten home exhausted, but excited to see Iwaizumi again. He noticed the shoes in the genkan and quickly slipped inside with the intention of sneaking on Iwaizumi in a rare opportunity to scare him.
"God him and his stupid hair!" Oikawa almost jumped at the raised voice; he could have sworn there was another word in there, but he couldn't make it out through the slurred speech.
Did Iwaizumi bring someone with him?
Oikawa didn't really mind, after all he knew just about all of the Japanese members, but Iwaizumi could have at least warned him before inviting someone over. It was his apartment after all.
Really, Iwa-chan? You brought someone over just to complain about me? What happened to the old fashion way of saying it to my face?
He was aware that he was being a little irrational and jumping to conclusions, but in that moment he didn't really care. This was a precious moment to spend time together and he was way too tired to have to deal with anyone else.
All those times I insisted he looked good, I never lied now did I?" Oikawa felt like his feet had been superglued to the floor. The last part was said so softly, he had to have misheard him. Right? A soft thud informed him that Seijoh must be in there with him, but who else? He slowly crept around the corner and glanced into the kitchen. There, slumped against the wall, with a furry calico in his lap, was no one besides his Iwa-chan.
Is he talking to the cat?
Oikawa was about to mock him, but something stopped him. He noticed a slight pink to his cheeks and ears, a tell-tale sign of being drunk or embarrassed. What was going on?
"Do you know what he said to me?" Oikawa's eyes started to sting as he listened to the other man recite a very familiar story. It had been a long time since Oikawa had thought of stories from their shared past. They always brought up pleasant memories, but they were also painful. It hurt so much to watch the man you loved with all your heart stand right next to you, but not be yours. To this day, Oikawa didn't know how he had done it.
Listening to Iwaizumi telling Seijoh a secret finally broke him. He quietly dropped to his knees and tears spilled from his eyes. What changed? When Iwaizumi feel this way?
"I love him, don't I?" Oikawa snapped his hand up to cover his mouth to avoid bursting into tears, or screaming, he couldn't decide which reaction he wanted to do more. He wanted nothing more than to sprint into the kitchen and steal Seijoh's spot, but he restrained himself. He knew Iwaizumi had to be drunk. Coming to this realization was heavy enough. Also, there was one other little fact.
Oikawa smirked deviously, perfectly contrasting his red and puffy eyes. He now knew this knowledge, and even if Iwaizumi didn't remember every detail in the morning, he couldn't reverse this realization. Oikawa planned to take full advantage of this realization and torture the man as much as possible over the weekend that they're planning on spending together.
"He's not any different? Yeah right." Was the last thing Iwaizumi remembered muttering before drifting off to sleep to the sound of Seijoh purring.
This turned out longer than I originally planned lol. I kinda took off with this idea. Again, thank you so much Britt for letting me use your tweet! I hope you all like it! If you have a second, please leave a like or comment as they help me to improve. As always, there are plenty of other Haikyuu stories on my profile if you'd like to read more in my style. See you next time!
~Kiera540