Happiness Comes in Waves

by mitigates

Akaashi sighed and pushed Oikawa's cup of cherry ice cream covered in an abhorrent amount of sprinkles toward him. He leaned over slightly so he could get a view as well. Akaashi positioned his truck for that view, sure, but he could also say out loud that he did it for the business. Yes, the business.

1. Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, you want a what ?"

The teenager standing in front of Akaashi sneered at him. "I want a cheeseburger."

Akaashi sighed. He leaned out of the food truck and pointed at the menu. "Where on there do you see a cheeseburger?"

The teenager's friends snorted in laughter. The dark haired one in front of him glared. "I want a cheeseburger."

"Then go to McDonald's. Next!" Akaashi shooed him away.

"Akaashi!"

He sighed again. Why did his friends insist on coming to his truck every goddamn day? "Suga. Oikawa. The usual?"

Oikawa pushed a wad of bills toward Akaashi. "With extra-"

"Extra rainbow sprinkles 'like that rainbow that you are', yes I know." Akaashi put the order in and handed Oikawa his change back.

"How much longer are you working?" Oikawa whined.

"We can to go surfing-"

"You do not want to go surfing, Suga. You have literally never once done anything other than sit on that thing. I still don't understand why you bought it." Akaashi filled the waffle cone in his hand with vanilla bean ice cream and doused it in peanut butter. He handed that one to Suga. "And Oikawa, you're not even slick about it. It's obvious what you're doing-"

"Oh shut up, Akaashi! Can you blame us?" The glint in Oikawa's eyes as he stared anxiously across the parking lot was brighter than ever. He started tugging on Suga's board shorts and smacking the side of Akaashi's truck. "Look, look- They're here!"

Akaashi sighed and pushed Oikawa's cup of cherry ice cream covered in an abhorrent amount of sprinkles toward him. He leaned over slightly so he could get a view as well. Akaashi positioned his truck for that view, sure, but he could also say out loud that he did it for the business. Yes, the business.

The object of Oikawa's affection was the first to hop out of the big red truck. He wasn't wearing a shirt at that time and Oikawa was very obviously drooling.

"GOOD MORNING, IWA-CHAN!" Oikawa cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted across the parking lot, waving like an absolute madman.

The one named Iwaizumi turned and they could see his reddened face from where they stood, they matched his red shorts. Iwaizumi covered his face, but he waved back at the energetic young adult.

"Is your admirer here, Iwa?" The dark-haired Lifeguard Captain smirked as he saw the tall soft-haired ball of energy trying to get his friends attention.

"He's not- I don't- Daichi!"

Daichi snorted at Iwaizumi's embarrassment. "Take it in, Iwa. You always say you don't enjoy the attention from the girls, so there's your solution. He's cute." Daichi's eyes flitted to Oikawa's ashen-haired friend. "Not as cute as his friend, but he is cute."

"I like the guy that owns the ice cream truck!" Bokuto piped up.

"Of course you do, Bokuto, you enjoy tall, dark, and brooding like nobody I've ever seen." Daichi said with a laugh. He grabbed the large red bag from the back of his truck and went toward the tower. "Let's get going."

Suga sighed and leaned against the truck, smothering ice cream all over his tongue. "I can't handle how beautiful that man is. Why did he have to be wearing his jacket? Iwa wasn't wearing his jacket!"

Oikawa laughed loudly. "And I am so grateful for that fact!" He turned back toward Akaashi as the three lifeguards disappeared into their tower. He shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and pointed at Akaashi. "You like the one with that amazing hair that looks like an owl, don't you?"

Akaashi scowled at the implication. "Not even slightly ." The silver-haired lifeguard was obnoxiously loud, constantly excited, he talked with his hands, his hair was too bright, his entire personality was too bright, he only ever ordered peanut butter chocolate chip ice cream with an entire handful of cheesecake bites and M&M's with a drizzle of condensed milk and- Why did he know his order?

Oikawa and Suga were smiling knowingly at him when he looked back down at them. "Go away. Next!"

Suga frowned. "There isn't even anybody behind us!"

Akaashi shooed them away anyway.

Iwaizumi leaned back as he sprayed the last uncovered inch of him with coconut scented sunblock. Bokuto and Daichi watched in amusement. Iwaizumi threw them a glare. "What?"

"You're replacing that." Bokuto grunted in response.

Iwaizumi frowned. "It's mine anyway! The two of you used the rest of it!"

Daichi laughed. "You're so easy to fluster, Iwaizumi . So easy."

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and stood up to stretch. "I am going to walk the shoreline. Goodbye."

"Oikawa is sitting by the rocks!" Bokuto called out after his friend.

Iwaizumi stumbled down the steps then turned around in panic. "No, he's not, he's by the-" He threw his hands in the air as his friends started doubling over in laughter.

"It's so easy." Bokuto wiped a tear away.

Oikawa and Suga sat in the sand and watched the beachgoers frolicing around them. Akaashi wasn't completely wrong, Suga didn't surf. Oikawa did and he was really good at it, but Suga wasn't good at anything beach related that didn't involve paddle boarding or tanning (though one could argue the second point because he hadn't managed to get a tan in all the years they had been going to the beach). Suga swallowed the last bit of sugary waffle cone and sighed in satisfaction. "Akaashi really does make the best ice cream."

Oikawa smiled, having long ago finished his own, and nodded "He really does, he-" Oikawa's words dropped off as his eyes caught a familiar movement.

Suga waved his hand in front of the shorter man's face, but it did nothing to regain his attention. Suga followed his eyesight and grinned. He spotted the tall and beautiful Iwaizumi fending off attention from several high school aged girls. He was as flustered as always when he was the center of attention, something Oikawa seemed to be drawn to. Suga bumped his shoulder. "You should just go talk to him, Oikawa." Suga groaned. "Just go-"

Oikawa turned slowly to look at Suga, wondering where he was going with that very hypocritical sentence when he spotted Suga undressing Daichi with his eyes. He didn't have to put in that much effort since Daichi was only wearing short, tight, red shorts, but Oikawa knew exactly what Suga was doing. He shoved the older boy's shoulder. "Hypocrite!"

Suga gasped. "I wasn't- eh, no, I'm definitely lying. I totally was. He is gorgeous . Look at that body- look at his skin! Ugh, even his hair." Suga swooned as he threw his head back in complete and utter exasperation.

Oikawa suddenly stood and pounded his chest. "I'm going to talk to him."

"WHAT?" Suga nearly screeched.

"I'm going to ask him a swimming related question. I have planned the entire conversation in my head. I'm going." Oikawa took a step forward then cursed. "Shit- no, I'm not. No, YES! I'm going!" Oikawa made it three feet in the sand before he howled in pain.

Suga rushed over to him as Oikawa lifted his now bleeding foot from the sand. Suga started giggling. "I guess we are definitely talking to them now." Suga started waving frantically at Iwaizumi who had looked over at the sound of Oikawa yelling. "Help! I need help!"

Iwaizumi sprinted across the sand in quite the dramatic fashion, blowing his whistle once in a quick shrill noise. He scooped Oikawa up in one go and continued his sprinting toward the lifeguard tower. Suga scrambled to stuff their belongings into his tote bag and follow his bleeding friend. Suga was out of breath by the time he reached the stairs. He wiped beads of sweat from his forehead and regretted the chicken ceasar wrap he had for breakfast.

"Need some water? I can't have you getting dehydrated on me, now."

The smoothest voice that Suga had ever heard in his short life sailed down from above him. He looked up and found the beautiful face that matched the voice. "I would love some water. I'm definitely feeling a bit woozy, you might have to catch me."

Daichi raised his eyebrows in surprise at the forwardness. "I will absolutely catch you." He held his hand out for Suga to take.

Iwaizumi kneeled on the ground in front of Oikawa as he cleaned the sand off of his foot. He examined the wound and deduced that it did not need stitches. "This will hurt a little-" Iwaizumi looked up at Oikawa who hadn't really moved further than an inch or two. His deep brown eyes were staring holes into Iwaizumi . Iwaizumi fidgeted slightly. "Uh- Oikawa, are you okay?"

Oikawa nodded slowly.

Suga giggled from beside them. "You broke him."

Iwaizumi started shaking his friend, his mouth slightly open. "I didn't- no, I-" He looked at Oikawa who was still not moving. "You guys suck." He grumbled, mostly to himself, as he started thoroughly cleaning the small cut that looked worse than it was. He wrapped Oikawa's foot and glanced at Suga. "Did he wear shoes?"

"Nah. Just the slides." Suga fished them out of his bag and handed them to Iwaizumi .

Iwaizumi looked up at Oikawa, confused as all hell, and slid the sandal on. "Do you need-"

"Yes." Oikawa responded without pause.

Iwaizumi blushed. "You don't even know what I was going to ask."

Suga's giggling was getting louder.

"I was hoping you were going to ask if I needed help walking back to my car and yes, yes I do. I don't think I can walk on my own and Suga is so frail."

Suga let out a squawk of disagreement. "I am not frail!"

"I bet you aren't."

Suga turned slightly at the low flirty voice and smirked. "Daichi, Daichi, Daichi. You're downright dirty-"

"Please stop." Iwaizumi groaned as he pulled Oikawa to his feet. "Where are you parked?"

"He's not parked anywhere because we didn't drive here. We live across the street."

"So your car-"

"I mean...it is parked across the street, so I guess it would still be helping him get to his car." Suga said, thinking out loud. Daichi snorted and Suga swatted him.

"Oh hi, guys! I'm Bokuto!" Bokuto bounded into the station nearly tripping over Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

Suga and Oikawa waved (though for Oikawa it was a pathetic excuse for a wave since he was focused intently on Iwaizumi).

"I can- I mean, if you want- I can take a minute- I can help you-" Iwaizumi's stumbling between professionalism and awkward flirting was too much for everyone else to bear.

"Please." Oikawa's borderline begging was new and also a bit pathetic.

Suga tilted his head slightly. "I've never seen Oikawa so...reserved."

"Iwaizumi tends to have that effect on people. He looks like a bottle of whiskey but he's really just warm milk." Daichi's dad joke made Suga burst into an embarrassing round of laughter. He blushed and covered his mouth. "Oh, please don't hide that, your laugh is cute."

Suga blushed harder and lightly pushed Daichi's shoulder. "Shut up, lifeguard. Don't you have some saving to do or something?"

Daichi glanced at Suga, mock offense all over his face. "Am I boring you that easily?"

Suga's eyes widened slightly before he realized Daichi was joking. He glared at the tanned muscular dad-joke-telling man. "Oh, hush."

"Can't help but realize I do not know your name." Daichi admitted. He knew Iwaizumi and Oikawa had met several times at that ice cream truck. Iwaizumi talked when he was nervous so they were bound to know his name.

"Sugawara."

"Fitting." Daichi smiled, a flash of white teeth, reaching out to grasp Suga's smooth hand.

"I hate to be so blatantly forward but- you're flirting with me right?"

Daichi laughed. "Yeah. Trying to. Not hard enough, apparently." He rubbed the back of his neck as he reached for his jacket.

"No-no. It was good- or it was, yeah, good flirting. Just checking." Suga winked at him and breezed past him. "See you next time, Daichi."

Daichi shook his head softly. "Hopefully you're not injured as well."

Suga and Oikawa sat on their porch walking the masses flocking toward the beach. Oikawa was whining about not being able to go to the beach and having to just sit in the sun of the later afternoon. Suga whined back that sitting in the sun was what they usually did anyway, but Oikawa actually wanted to go surfing.

"I'm so bored. Order some food, I'm starving. See if Akaashi will bring us ice cream." Oikawa's persistent whining continued as he picked at the bandage on his foot. "How long is this going to take to heal?"

Suga shrugged. "I can go ask Iwaizumi-"

Oikawa glared at first. "You would head all the way over there to ask Iwaizumi and come back talking about Daichi, completely forgetting why you went over there, so no!"

Suga laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll text Akaashi."

A grunt in front of them pulled both their attention away from their phones. "I brought you guys ice cream, stop crying about it."

Their eyes lit up as they wiggled their fingers for the cold cups of deliciousness. "Give me!"

Akaashi lifted his leg over the balcony and sat on the edge of it. "Why are you two just sitting out here?"

"Oikawa cut his foot yesterday to get attention from the hot lifeguard." Suga offered.

"You cut your foot...on purpose?" Akaashi asked for clarification and not an ounce of surprise.

"I did not! Shut up, Suga! It was an accident- the hot lifeguard just happened to save my life." Oikawa responded proudly.

Suga rolled his eyes. "He gave you a bandaid!"

"You two are idiots."

Suga and Oikawa laughed loudly and dug into their ice cream.

"Are you done for the day?" Suga asked.

"Yeah, it's slowing down a bit, plus I sold out of 3 of my 5 flavors."

"You're an Ice Cream King, Akaashi. That really should have been the name of your truck." Oikawa said between spoonfuls of sprinkles. "Ice Cream King. I can see it now, with a little crown on the I."

"Wow. Were you a designer in another life?" Akaashi snipped back.

Oikawa snorted. "I am a professional, thank you very much."

Suga laughed. "Is that what they call it these days?"

Oikawa threw his spoon at Suga. He looked back at Akaashi then froze. "Uh-"

Suga followed his eyeline and also froze.

Akaashi turned and, well, he froze.

Iwaizumi, Daichi, and Bokuto were making their way across the street. The three of them were clad in their bright red shorts, white tank tops and thin red jackets. Bokuto was carrying boxes of pizza, talking excitedly.

Daichi waved first, catching Suga's eyes immediately. Suga smiled shyly, biting his lip. "That man…"

Oikawa squawked. "What's going on-"

Iwaizumi was the first to approach their gated porch. "I figured you wouldn't leave the house much. We had some extra pizza-"

"Because he ordered extra-" Daichi interrupted with a grin.

Iwaizumi blushed and offered the boxes to Oikawa. "Hungry?"

"Starving." Oikawa took the boxes and turned toward the sliding glass door. "Can you come in?"

Iwaizumi swung his leg over the gate and followed Oikawa. "I can help-"

"Help? Help him open a box of pizza?" Bokuto's puzzled teasing was relentless. He turned toward Akaashi who was staring at him. "Hi."

"Hi." Akaashi responded shortly.

Bokuto took zero notice of Akaashi's tone and sat on the gate next to him. "I'm Bokuto."

"Akaashi."

"You're the Ice Cream King, aren't you?"

Akaashi narrowed his eyes and Suga giggled. "The what ?"

"We were just discussing changing the name of his truck." Suga was talking to Akaashi but he hadn't stopped looking at Daichi.

Daichi was smiling back at him. "How about a tour?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Suga took Daichi's hand and led him directly to his bedroom.

"Where are they going?" Akaashi asked as the two older boys retreated into the house.

Bokuto shrugged. "To take a tour of your house, I think." Bokuto stretched his arms over his head, the joints in his arms crackling from overuse..

Akaashi felt his eyes drawn to the small sliver of skin exposed when his shirt lifted. "What-" He cleared his throat and looked away. "What are you guys doing over here?"

Bokuto looked at him with his head tilted slightly. "We brought you pizza." He pointed through the door at Iwaizumi and Oikawa crowded around the boxes. Iwaizumi was talking and Oikawa was looking up at him like he was saying something more interesting than anything else Oikawa had ever heard in his entire life.

"Oh, yeah." Akaashi muttered. He was too tired to hang out after working for 12 hours but he didn't want to be rude.

"I didn't mean to impose, ya know? I don't live far. You're probably tired. You started working earlier than usual today." Bokuto said as he shifted on the fence.

Earlier than usual ? Akaashi didn't miss that observation. "Yeah."

They sat there in silence for a few more moments before Akaashi had to stifle a yawn. "Did you want to come in? We can watch a movie or something."

Bokuto bobbed his head. "Sure. I'm actually pretty hungry so I hope they didn't eat it all."

"Don't underestimate Oikawa. I don't know where it all goes."

Daichi's back was flat against Suga's mattress, his hands linked behind his head as he watched Suga talk about the different things in his room. "And...what's that for?"

Suga glanced at the framed letter sitting on his wall. "Oh! That's one of the best things here-" He handed it to Daichi who was properly confused as he read it.

"It's...it's a rejection letter from a publisher?"

"Well, yes, but read those last few lines-"

" Although your work doesn't currently fit what we are looking for, should we have a use for it in the future we will promptly reach out to you. Thank you for your admirable submission ." Daichi laughed as he read it. "I get it. They said it was admirable."

"Mhmm. Admirable." Suga repeated the word as he stood next to the bed. He took the frame from Daichi and hung it back on the wall. He could feel Daichi's eyes on him as he moved around the room. "Tell me about yourself, Daichi."

Daichi sat up slightly and pulled his thin jacket off, setting it to the side. "Not much to know. I'm the lifeguard Captain. I'm 20. I live with those other two idiots not that far from here. I like to workout and read."

"I can tell-" Suga couldn't help it. Daichi was chiseled .

Daichi's laugh came from his belly, soft but loud. "Come over here, Suga."

Suga contemplated where to sit and decided on swinging his leg over Daichi hip and settling on top of him. Daichi's large hands came to rest on his thighs. "I'm not having sex with you today, just so you're aware."

Daichi shrugged. "That's fine. I didn't come over here looking for sex."

Suga's eyebrows raised slightly. "No?"

"Nah. Not yet, anyway."

Suga snorted and ran his fingertips across Daichi's cotton tank top. "Are you single, Daichi?"

Daichi winced slightly. "I'm kind of offended by what you think of my character."

Suga tapped his fingers against Daich's stomach. "Are you?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"It's not that I think lowly of you or anything. You're just a bit out of my league-"

"There's no way in hell you honestly think that's true."

Suga shrugged, smiling. "Most days, yes I do."

"I really didn't think you'd even talk to me when Iwaizumi brought your friend in the other day."

"Yeah?" Suga asked skeptically.

Daichi nodded. "Have you seen yourself?"

Suga blushed and giggled softly as Daichi slid his hands around Suga's hips and pulled him closer. Suga leaned forward, his palms on either side of Daichi's head. "Have you?"

Akaashi fell asleep with a slice of pizza in his hand. He was leaning against Bokuto's shoulder, slightly drooling, and softly snoring. Bokuto was too busy being completely engrossed in an episode of My Hero Academia to realize that the stiff weight on his shoulder was not his sore muscles, but it was Akaashi's stiff head.

By the time the episode ended and he realized Akaashi hadn't answered a single one of his questions about Midoriya, Bokuto turned and saw Akaashi was still fast asleep. "Oi- shit-" Bokuto tried to adjust himself but Akaashi was like a rock, his head fell against Bokuto's forearm. Bokuto moved against and now Akaashi's head was in his lap and he was blushing. "Uh- guys can you help-" Bokuto looked over to where Iwaizumi and Oikawa were sitting and they were both gone. He hadn't seen Daichi since they started their tour. How long could a tour possibly be? The house didn't look like it was that big. Bokuto felt a yawn come on and decided he might as well rest his eyes too.

"How long have you been a lifeguard?" Oikawa asked, mumbling around a slice of pizza.

"Since I was 14 or so. I always enjoyed the water. I started out at a pool but moved to the ocean. I prefer the ocean. It's endless."

Oikawa stared out at the water, they had such a nice view from their roof. "That's kind of scary though, isn't it? It being endless."

Iwaizumi nodded. "I suppose it is." He watched the last of the sunlight fade against Oikawa's face, his thick eyelashes shadowed over his skin, the hazy sunset reflected so beautifully in his brown eyes. His hair had lost some of its height as the day dragged on. It took him a moment to realize Oikawa was talking to him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?"

"You weren't even listening!" Oikawa scolded loudly, throwing his head back in laughter.

Iwaizumi blushed and ducked his head. "What was that?"

"I asked if you wanted to go inside. It's getting a little cold."

Iwaizumi nodded and offered Oikawa his arm. He knew Oikawa didn't need help walking but he was just using the excuse to be closer to him. Oikawa accepted his arm for the same reasons.

Oikawa tilted his head at the scene on the couch. "Are they asleep?"

Iwaizumi whistled quietly. "They are definitely asleep. I think Akaashi is drooling."

"I have a TV in my room." Oikawa offered with a shy smile.

Iwaizumi followed Oikawa into his room and they both stretched out onto his full sized bed that was fine for Oikawa by himself, but definitely too small for the two of them. Oikawa made up for that by resting against Iwaizumi's arm until he finally dug under it and Iwaizumi stretched it around his shoulder.

Suga's back was now against his mattress as Daichi was in a prime push-up position above him. Suga's legs were spread, his ankles hooked around Daichi's calves. They were in an interesting predicament, but they were both simply smiling while laughing as Daichi recounted some of the strangest issues he's encountered as a lifeguard. Suga was almost in tears as Daichi told him about the time a couple of young boys were trying to convince Bokuto that he had to urinate on their jellyfish sting.

"Please tell me he didn't!"

Daichi hung his head laughing. "He, thankfully, did not." Daichi narrowed his eyes at Suga's horrified expression. "Neither did I!"

Suga burst into laughter again. "Oww- it hurts-" He giggled as he held his side.

Daichi sighed. "I have an embarrassing amount of ridiculous incidents that I've been involved in with those two. I've known Iwaizumi my whole life, we met Bokuto when he was a rookie and we were just starting out at the beach when we were 17 or so."

Suga bobbed his head. "I've known Oikawa as long as I can remember. We met Akaashi when he was living out of that truck of his."

"He was homeless?"

Suga frowned slightly. "Yeah. He didn't have a great childhood. He just wanted to make ice cream and make people happy. We basically forced him to move in here back when I was 16. This place was my mom's and she left it to us after she passed a few years ago."

Daichi mirrored his frown. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you." Suga got lost in his thoughts for a moment.

"Suga-"

"Hm?" Suga hummed in response, his eyes coming back into focus.

Daichi ran his knuckles across Suga's cheek, smiling down at him. "Thanks for the tour."

Dachi's words pulled him right out of his thoughts. He smiled softly. "Anytime."

They stared at each other for a moment longer before they leaned in at the same time.

Akaashi blinked awake and yawned quietly. He snuggled further into the warm pillow, moving his neck around and frowning when he realized it was not the malleable pillow that he was sleeping on, but somebody's thigh. He rolled onto his back and found Bokuto above him. Bokuto was awake and glued to the TV, not realizing Akaashi was awake.

"Uh-"

Bokuto nearly jumped off of the couch at the noise.

"Owwoww-" Akaashi sat up and rubbed his neck, tweaked by the sudden movement.

Bokuto was blushing something fierce as he scratched his cheek. "Sorry- I, uh, I forgot you were there-"

Akaashi sighed. "You forgot I was sleeping on you?"

"...yes?"

Akaashi sighed again and yawned a second time. "Nice, Bokuto." He glanced around for his phone to check the time. "What time is it?"

Bokuto pressed a button on the Xbox controller. "It's 7:30."

Akaashi cursed and stood up. "I should check on the truck."

"I've never been by at night. Does someone else work it when you aren't there?"

Akaashi nodded. "A couple of friends of mine, Lev and Yaku. Yaku is great at it… Lev is- Lev is just- well, he works well when Yaku is telling him what to do."

"Didn't you work enough today?"

Akaashi shrugged. "I'm used to it. I enjoy it."

Bokuto nodded and turned back to the TV. Akaashi took the hint and pulled his jacket back on. He went for the door when Bokuto interrupted him. "You're leaving now?"

"Yes." Bokuto stood and zipped his own jacket up. "What are you doing?"

Bokuto looked up. "Going with you."

"Why?"

Bokuto shrugged. "I thought we were hanging out."

Akaashi tilted his head slightly but accepted the company. "Let's go."

"You're telling me that you believe in Godzilla...but not Aliens?" Oikawa's mouth couldn't have been farther open.

Iwaizumi scoffed. "Why would you believe in aliens?"

Oikawa gasped. "Why would you believe a prehistoric sea monster is lurking somewhere in the depth of the ocean but not the chance that there could be beings in outer space?" Oikawa's mind was absolutely blown.

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes. "I'm open to discussing it."

Oikawa grinned. "Good, because-"

Oikawa was interrupted by a squawking noise coming from Iwaizumi's side.

"Ah, fuck-" Iwaizumi rolled off of the bed and listened to the words being broadcast over the radio.

" Lifeguards Azumane and Kuroo need assistance immediately- we have a family of 4 drifting out. Respond if you're in the immediate vicinity."

Oikawa's eyes widened at the call. "That sounds dangerous."

Iwaizumi shoved his feet back into his water shoes. "It's not abnormal." He heard Daichi already on the move. He pulled open Oikawa's door then turned back. Oikawa was still watching him. "I'll see you soon. This was-this was nice." Iwaizumi blushed, stammered some more, then left.

Oikawa fell back against his pillow with a smile on his face.

Daichi was waiting on the porch when Iwaizumi came out of Oikawa's room. He was leaning over the fence watching Suga refill his water bottle that he was insisting Daichi take with him. Daichi accepted it with a grateful smile. "I'll see you soon."

Suga gave him a lazy two-finger salute.

Iwaizumi climbed over the fence and the two of them took off back toward the beach.

Akaashi was almost at the food truck when he heard the noises coming over Bokuto's radio. "Always on duty, hm?"

Bokuto nodded, suddenly more alert than Akaashi had ever seen him. He held the radio closer and confirmed that he was on the way. He heard Daichi and Iwaizumi confirm as well. Bokuto turned toward the lifeguard tower in the distance then stopped and took Akaashi's hand. He lifted his slender fingers to his mouth and pressed his lips again Akaashi's knuckles. "Thanks for hanging out with me, Kaashi. Let's do it again sometime."

Bokuto broke into a jog and left Akaashi standing in the middle of the boardwalk, speechless.

"What have we got, guys?" Daichi and Bokuto had their surfboards and they were staring out into the ocean where they could see Kuroo on his jet ski.

"We have at least two distressed swimmers, the older kid and the dad. There's a possible active drowning victim, they're drifting close to the rocks. Kuroo has Kai out there with him." Asahi explained as he pointed toward the jet ski. "Kuroo was able to reach-assist the mom, but the older kid is clinging to the dad. By older I mean 9 or so."

"The younger kid?" Daichi asked, concerned.

"6 years old, female. She's on the rocks."

Bokuto's eyes darted toward the rocks. Bokuto was a specialist when it came to the more risky rescues, not only did he not totally mind the risk, he was a natural at it. He spotted the girl immediately and took off toward the pier. "I'll get her!"

Daichi took off after him.

Kuroo and Kai successfully rescued the older boy and dad. They brought them to shore on the back of the jet ski, Kai holding the both of them to it.

Bokuto was climbing down the rocks as the waves hit a little harder, the sun fading faster than he would have liked. The girl was very obviously terrified, it was clear her energy was fading.

"Hi!" Bokuto called out cheerily, as only he could do.

The little girl's eyes shot up toward him as she tried her hardest to cling to the slick rocks. She didn't answer him, she probably couldn't, but her eyes were locked on his.

"I'm Bokuto. I'm going to take you to your mom and dad, okay?"

The little girl nodded, her teeth chattering violently.

"Bo- you can't- fuck. Take the rope, Bo!" Daichi flung a buoy attached to a thick rope toward the girl. Bokuto grabbed it as it fell. Daichi secured it to the pier as Bokuto slowly crept toward the girl who was in serious danger of going under. Iwaizumi held on to it for extra support.

"B-B-Bokuto!"

Bokuto didn't even think, he just dove. He hit the water the second she lost her grip on the rock.

"KOUTAROU!"

Bokuto emerged from the water seconds later, the girl tucked safely in his arms. He tugged on the rope. "Pull us up, Dai!" Bokuto smiled widely up at his superior who simply shook his head as he and Iwaizumi pulled the two of them to safety.

"Ahhhh, freedom!" Bokuto pumped one hand in the air after pushing the young girl over the railing. She ran to her parents.

Daichi sat down and leaned against the railing. "That was enough excitement for the week."

Asahi nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, it was." He glanced at the two of them. "How'd you guys get here so fast?" Daichi and Bokuto grinned at each other. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. "Finally made a move on those three guys, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes I did." Bokuto and Daichi said at the same time.

"And you?"

Iwaizumi grunted in response, wrapping the rope into a tight circle. "That's my business- Bokuto is bleeding."

Daichi looked over at Bokuto's leg which was indeed gushing blood. He sighed. "What did you do now?"

Bokuto glanced down at the cut that was dripping red (mostly exacerbated by the presence of water) and scratched his head. "I think I cut it going down there. I thought I felt something, but-"

"You ignored it, like you always do." Daichi stood and held out a hand to help Bokuto to his feet. The four of them trudged back to the tower for a long night of bandaging Bokuto and paperwork.

"Asahi, call Noya, this probably needs stitches."

Asahi's eyes lit up. "Already calling."

Akaashi hung out at the truck for another couple of hours. The guys had a bit of a rush after the lifeguards had to rescue somebody from the water, that always drew spectators.

"-did you see all the blood?" The teenager Akaashi handed ice cream to was too animated for how late it was.

"So much blood, man! I hope he's okay-"

"Right? I really like Bokuto, he's amazing!"

Akaashi's eyebrows lifted at the sound of his name. "Wait- what was that?" The teenagers stared back at him. Yaku and Lev also eyed him. "What about Bokuto?"

"He dove in the water after this little girl! He saved her, it was incredible, man! He was being visited by the medic though, it looked like he cut his leg up pretty fucking bad-"

Akaashi, for reasons unbeknownst to him at the time as he had known Bokuto on a first name basis for less than a day, took off toward the lifeguard tower. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, finally realizing what he was doing. He started to turn away when he saw a familiar face zipping his jacket up.

"Akaashi." Iwaizumi greeted him with his usual emotionless face. The two of them could have a war with that expression and it would result in the cold war to end all cold wars.

"Iwaizumi. Is- Bokuto-"

"He's fine. He's up there getting stitched up."

" Stitches ?"

"Just a couple, probably. Asahi is friends with a nurse named Noya." Iwaizumi explained. "You can go up if you want. I'm just headed out." Iwaizumi turned toward the parking lot after a short nod.

Akaashi hesitated for a moment but relented and walked up the short flight of stairs. He poked his head into the doorway and saw Bokuto being restrained by Daichi, Asahi (who he assumed to be based on having met him from a distance before), and another nameless lifeguard with wild dark hair. Bokuto seemed uninterested in having his leg looked at.

"It's not that big 'a deal!"

"Bokuto-"

"It's barely bleeding-"

"Bokuto-"

"It's not even that big!"

"BOKUTO!" Daichi's stern Captain voice still didn't do anything to calm Bokuto's nerves.

"Can I go-"

"Bokuto."

Bokuto stopped moving and silenced himself as he heard Akaashi's voice. "Akaashi." His annoyed scowl morphed into a grin as he jerked his head to the side. "Come sit!"

Akaashi slowly stepped toward him, aware that all eyes were on him as he took the seat next to Bokuto. "You're bleeding."

"It's not-"

"There's bloody footprints on the stairs, Bokuto. It looks pretty bad."

Bokuto sank in his chair slightly. "I know, I know."

"Just let him fix you up."

"Okay, Kaashi."

Daichi and Kuroo watched with wide eyes, in complete and utter disbelief, as Bokuto calmed down completely in Akaashi's presence. Bokuto's breathing slowed, his eyes got brighter, and his focus was solely on Akaashi as the latter watched Noya work on his leg.

"Remind me to call you anytime bokuto is giving us trouble." Daichi remarked.

Noya snorted as he cleaned the wound. He was done in minutes after Bokuto had stopped complaining and moving. "How come everytime I come over here I end up here for an hour when it's really less than 5 minutes of work?"

Asahi smiled shyly. "Sorry, Noya."

Noya bumped into his shoulder and beamed. "More excuses to hang out with you, babe. Our schedules kind of suck."

Akaashi turned toward Bokuto and pointed at his leg. "Do you need help getting home?"

"Nah, I'll be alright, Kaashi. I'll go home with Daichi and Iwa."

"Iwa already left."

"Wait, what?" Daichi glanced at the back table trying to locate their car keys.

"He was leaving when I came up." Akaashi explained. "I can go get my car and take you guys home if you would like."

"That would be great!" Bokuto exclaimed. "I call shotgun!"

Their house wasn't much further from the beach. Akaashi pulled into their parking lot as the clock hit 11pm. He yawned as Daichi pulled their bags from his trunk.

"Thank you, Kaashi. Sorry for keeping you up so late." Bokuto frowned at the clock on Akaashi's dashboard.

"It's okay."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Bokuto leaned over the seat.

Akaashi wasn't sure what exactly Bokuto was doing, maybe going in for a hug, so he leaned in as well. The evolving awkward duo ended up barely brushing each other's lips and they both jumped back in surprise.

"Ah- sorry, Kaashi. I- I wasn't- My bad." Bokuto's face was a beautifully deep shade of scarlet, from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Akaashi, with a matching face, had never been as grateful for the dark as he was in that moment. "It's okay, Bokuto. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Kaashi!"

Akaashi stayed there until Bokuto disappeared behind Daichi into the house. He had never been more confused (or possibly turned on) in his life.

OIkawa, Akaashi, and Suga all sat on the couch together in silence. Suga was sprawled across the chaise, Akaashi and OIkawa were leaned back in the parts that reclined. They sat in silence, not completely aware that they were just sitting there without even the TV on.

"Huh." Suga spoke, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" Was OIkawa's bright reply.

"I kissed Daichi." Suga said quietly, looking up at the ceiling.

Akaashi snorted, an unusual response for him. He cleared his throat quietly. "I kissed Bokuto. Kind of."

"I wanted to kiss Iwa so bad." Oikawa groaned.

The three of them sighed and continued sitting in silence.

Daichi, Bokuto, and Iwaizumi also sat in silence. Bokuto laid on the floor, Daichi in his favorite worn out pleather chair, and Iwaizumi in the computer chair that was (for unknown reasons) in the living room.

"I think I kissed Akaashi." Bokuto said, still confused about the entire situation.

"You think ?" Daichi asked with a raised eyebrow. "You aren't sure?"

Bokuto shook his head in response. "Well… No."

"Well I definitely kissed Suga."

"I should have kissed Oikawa just to get him to stop talking about aliens." Iwaizumi mused.

Daichi and Bokuto broke into laughter. Iwaizumi glared at them until he relented.

"I'm having ice cream for breakfast tomorrow." Bokuto announced with a wide smile.

Akaashi was halfway through his day, already out of the least popular flavor after it hit social media. One of his teenage followers tweeted a picture of Akaashi and girls flocked to his truck. The first one asked what his leash popular flavor was and boom: the dark chocolate raspberry was gone. He was going to have to come up with a new least popular flavor. It was around 2pm and Akaashi had already been working for 6 hours. He leaned against the back of the truck as he took his much needed first break. Lev and Yaku were handling the masses, Yaku's boyish good looks were going to help the business exponentially.

Akaashi sighed and squatted down, leaning his back against the warm metal of the truck.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The loudest and somehow still most soothing voice known to man boomed in front of Akaashi. He looked up as Bokuto squatted down in front of him. Something about the smiling man in front of him made Akaashi's lips quirk up as well.

"Hey, Bokuto."

"What's wrong, Kaashi?"

Akaashi sighed softly. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."

Bokuto frowned, taking in all of the guilt for the exhausted expression pasted across Akaashi's features. "Sorry for keeping you up so late."

"It's not your fault."

"It is! If I wouldn't have been so reckless-"

"You saved someone's life and you got hurt in the process, if being around for that keeps me up a little later than I would like, it's okay." Akaashi couldn't believe how many words were falling out of his mouth, but they felt so natural that he couldn't stop them.

"You're so cool, Kaashi, did you know that? You're a really nice guy."

Akaashi smiled fondly. "I try to be." He really didn't, not normally anyway.

Bokuto stood up and held his hand out. "Are you done for the day?"

Akaashi took his hand to stand up and shook his head. "Unfo-"

"He's done. He's free to go! We are good here-" Lev announced from the half open back door of the truck.

Yaku's smaller frame appeared as well. "Shut up, Lev." He smacked the back of Lev's head and Lev grinned before turning back to the truck. "We are good though, boss, you should head out. You did a number here yesterday, let us do some of the work."

Bokuto beamed at them. "That settles it." He turned to Akaashi. "Kaashi- let's go on a date."

Suga could not concentrate. He was trying so hard, but nothing was coming to him. He told his agent to tell his publisher that he had at least the first 10 or so pages done, illustrated and everything, but he didn't have a damn thing done. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at his now empty cup of coffee and sighed. He reluctantly got up and went toward the counter with his cup, completely zoned out.

"I'll take a protein smoothie with an energy shot and whatever he's getting. He seems a bit more out of it than usual, doesn't he?" Daichi asked the barista.

"He does. He's normally only gone through two coffee's by now. He's on his- fourth, I think." Tsukishima answered as he leaned over the counter and watched Suga have zero idea that they were discussing his caffeine habits.

"Oh well. Get him a pastry or something."

Tsukishima nodded and pulled out a fresh chocolate croissant.

Daichi went to the other end of the counter and waited for his smoothie as he watched Suga blankly hand Tsukishima his cup to be refilled. The puzzled expression on his face when Tsukishima handed him the croissant almost made Daichi laugh out loud. Suga turned toward him, pastry, in hand and smiled softly.

"Daichi-"

"Good morning, Suga."

"Is it still morning?" Suga groaned in response.

"Afternoon-ish."

Suga leaned against the counter, watching Tsukishima make Daichi's smoothie. "What's that?"

"Protein smoothie."

Suga snorted. "You look like you drink them for every meal." He eyes Daichi's toned arms.

Daichi fought the urge to flex and smiled instead. "Thank you?"

Suga laughed, making Daichi smile wider. "It was definitely a compliment. Thanks for the pastry."

Daichi picked up his smoothie and tilted it toward Suga. "Thanks for the smile."

Suga shook his head softly and motioned toward his table. "Care to join me for a moment?"

"I'd love to."

Suga piled his scattered papers into one pile to make room for Daichi. He pulled his laptop closed and moved his messenger back onto the floor.

Daichi's eyes roamed over the table. "How long have you been here?"

Suga shrugged. "I honestly don't know."

"At least four hours-" Tsukishima called out from behind the counter.

Suga threw him a glare. "At least I'm buying things!"

Daichi pointed at his piles of paper. "Working on a new book?"

Suga tilted his head in confusion. "How'd you know?"

Daichi blushed lightly. "I might have Googled you."

Suga laughed quietly. "Yeah, I am- or trying to. I've got nothing."

"I'm sure there's something in that big beautiful brain of yours." Daichi drummed his fingers against the table as he looked over the sketches that Suga had on the table. "This is cool- is that me?"

Suga blushed when he realized what Daichi found, he thought he left that at home. It was Daichi, thankfully one of the more tasteful sketches. "Ye-yeah. It's old-"

"How old?" Daichi smiled over his straw.

Suga started stammering, only amusing Daichi further. "Not that old!"

"They're really good."

"I had an easy subject." Suga responded without a beat.

Daichi let out a huff of laughter. "What ideas do you have?"

"I don't have a single one. I'm here to brainstorm but-" Suga threw his hands in the air, his creative frustration getting the best of him.

Daichi rearranged a few sketches and pushed them toward Suga. Suga glanced down: the first page was the sketch of Daichi in his lifeguard jacket. The drawing was of his peripheral, but it was so very obviously Daichi. The second sketch was one of Oikawa and Akaashi building a sandcastle, Suga able to capture the rare moment where his friends were acting like kids again. The third sketch was of the water, just a light sketch of waves crashing into the rocks. Suga pulled the pictures closer. He could do a lifeguard story. Kids loved lifeguards (probably as much as him and his friends did). He could incorporate kids into the story instead of adults, maybe a rescue story? A simple rescue story. Maybe one of the kids got lost- oh, it could be an informational book! That's exactly what his publisher was looking for. It could be an informational book about how useful lifeguards are, it would sell really well since it was about to be the start of summer and everyone was headed for the beach. That was perfect-

Daichi watched the gears in Suga's brain start working. He had no idea what he was thinking, he thought the three sketches he put in front of him looked nice together, they had the same simple artistic style and color palettes, but Suga seemed to have found something else in common. When he looked up at Daichi again, he was smiling. Daichi grinned back. "Told you-"

Suga yanked on the collar of Daichi's shirt and pressed his lips against the lifeguard's mouth. He kissed him with a hint of both softness and pure need, slow and sweet, before pulling back seconds later. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Daichi leaned forward again and kissed Suga back.

Oikawa desperately wanted to see Iwaizumi but he either kept barely missing him, or Iwaizumi was avoiding him. He hoped for the former, but his fragile self-esteem was getting the best of him. He chewed on his lip as he sat on the shoreline, watching the water. That was the only way he was going to relax. He was annoyed at how damn desperate he felt. It was a new feeling and an uncomfortably strange one as well. He wasn't used to it in the slightest and he didn't want to be. He sighed as he pushed his toes into the sand. The sun was fading and it was already too cold to be sitting right in front of the water. Oikawa finally stood and picked up his sandals.

He had a bad day. He had been fully booked when the day started, but somehow 5 of his 6 clients cancelled. It was incredibly annoying. His last massage ended up being a pervert who was looking for something that Oikawa wasn't offering. Oikawa loved being a massage therapist, he loved that his hands could make people's pain go away, even temporarily, but it had been a rocky week to say the least.

He turned toward the parking lot and spotted a familiar face watching him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, hoping Iwaizumi saw him, and went straight toward the parking lot to cross the street to his house. Iwaizumi followed him but Oikawa didn't acknowledge him until he reached the end of the lot. He spun around and crossed his arms.

Iwaizumi sighed. "Sorry."

"For?"

"I was avoiding you."

Oikawa rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he was a bit hurt. "I got that."

Iwaizumi stepped toward Oikawa. He took another step when Oikawa didn't move away. "How was your day?"

"It sucked."

Iwaizumi nodded slowly. "That's unfortunate."

Oikawa tilted his head and blinked back at him. "Is that the best you've got? 'That's unfortunate'?"

"I should have kissed you yesterday- I wanted to. I just had- you know, I had to go. I should have though. My friends, idiots, they kept talking about how Daichi kissed Suga and Bokuto kissed Akaashi and I just sat there thinking you must think I'm an idiot because I didn't even hint at it. I just wanted you to know that I wanted to."

Iwaizumi's word vomit was as confusing as ever for Oikawa. He tilted his head further. "I'm sorry- what?"

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and stepped as close as he was going to get to Oikawa without entangling their bodies together. "Do I need to spell it out for you or something?"

"Yes." Oikawa nodded firmly.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes harder and sighed loudly. He reached for the belt loop on Oikawa's shorts and slid his other hand to the back of his neck. "Is this how it's going to be?"

"I sure hope so-" Oikawa responded breathlessly.

Iwaizumi snorted and leaned toward the slightly taller male. "Shut up, Oikawa." Their kiss was different than anything Oikawa or Iwaizumi had experienced before. Oikawa had kissed plenty of guys, good and bad. Iwaizumi had kissed a few of his own, mostly bad. Something about kissing each other felt like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place. A piece that you thought you lost, but it turned up 20 years later and it still fit perfectly.

It was electric .

Bokuto took Akaashi to a movie. Bokuto liked to think he knew Akaashi a bit based on their short interactions at the truck as well as the last couple of days together. Akaashi wasn't a people person, Bokuto was still surprised that he even liked hanging out with him. Bokuto knew he was a lot to handle, he knew he was too loud when the situation didn't call for it, he laughed when he was nervous, his emotions weren't all appropriate for the situation- he knew all of us. He wanted to be friends with Akaashi despite all of that and he was going to try his hardest.

He even chose a seat in the back corner of the theatre where nobody else was sitting and it was a bit quieter than the middle row where Bokuto would usually sit. He even chose the snacks wisely. Bokuto would usually get the biggest bucket of popcorn, several boxes of candy, and some kind of frozen drink. Again, Akaashi liked quiet. Bokuto went with a smaller bag of popcorn, gummy worms, gummy bears, sour gummy fruit rings (basically any gummy candy that he could find) and waters.

Bokuto sat closest to the wall and Akaashi sunk into the recliner next to him.

"Do you want some popcorn, Kaashi?"

"Yes, Bokuto, thank you."

Bokuto watched Akaashi more than he watched the movie. He had zero idea what happened in the movie, he was going to have to look it up on his phone if Akaashi wanted to talk about it. When it ended, Bokuto only had half a bag of sour gummy fruit rings left. It turned out, Akaashi loved gummy candies and Bokuto was very proud to have discovered that fact.

"I thought we could get lunch after but I don't know if I can eat anything else-"

"That's okay, Bokuto. We can go walk if you want."

Bokuto's eyes lit up at the idea. He held his hand out, still not completely sure if Akaashi would take it. Akaashi did. They talked and talked, walking for longer than they intended as they got carried away with conversation.

"So you don't have any family?" Bokuto winced after he asked the question. Sometimes he lacked tact.

Akaashi didn't seem fazed by it. "No. I just have Oikawa and Suga."

Bokuto frowned slightly. "You have me too now."

Akaashi couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "You're right."

Bokuto tugged on Akaashi's hand until the slightly shorter man turned toward him. Bokuto grasped his other hand and frowned a little deeper. "Your hands are bigger than mine."

Akaashi laughed gently. "Everything else about you is bigger than me, Bokuto, I think it's only fair if I have something over you."

Bokuto beamed at the compliment. "I hope you had fun today. I wanted to do something I thought you would like."

Akaashi nodded and looked down at their intertwined hands. "I did. I had a lot of fun. I usually would just be working."

"You work a lot." Bokuto observed. "Ever since I started over here, you've worked a lot. You're always out there with your truck. I was really happy when I saw you hired some help."

Akaashi looked up at him. "How long have you been paying attention?"

"Since the first time I saw you park there." Bokuto answered easily. "Daichi likes to make fun of me for it, he always said I should talk to you and I did- kind of."

"You started coming twice a week for ice cream. You always get the same thing." Akaashi recited Bokuto's ridiculous order.

"You know my order?" If it was possible for Bokuto to smile wider, he did.

Akaashi tried to shrug it off like it was his job to know his customers, but he failed to do so. "Of course I do. I liked seeing you."

Bokuto jumped forward at Akaashi and kissed him. He pulled away as fast as he had moved forward, dropping Akaashi's hands to cover his face. "Sorry, Kaashi!"

Akaashi covered Bokuto's hands with his own. "It's really okay."

"Are you sure?"

In response, Akaashi leaned forward and kissed the corner of Bokuto's mouth, internally screaming as he watched a blush erupt across Bokuto's face. Bokuto couldn't handle being caught off guard and Akaashi found it endearing. "I'm sure."

Bokuto wrapped his arms around Akaashi and dug his face into the crook of his sighed against Bokuto's shoulder and hugged him back tightly.

Suga didn't just send in a couple of chapters, he finished an entire book. His agent loved it and his publisher thought it was his best book yet. It was going to have him set for the rest of the year which was perfect because he wanted to invest some more money into Akaashi's truck, it was doing so damn well. He was also wanting to design some new marketing material for Oikawa's massage parlor. He needed more reliable clients. A thought hit him and he realized he should get in touch with Daichi again.

He pulled out his phone and bit his lip as he smiled at the constant texts between the two.

Daichi-love! I was wondering if you were available?

I'm always available for you Suga.

Suga blushed wildly.

Not for making out! I have a business proposition. My book is going to do amazing and I have you to thank for it so I am definitely making that up to you, but I have something to propose to the Lifeguard Captain.

I'm just at the tower. It's a slow day and I have plenty of staff, you should come over here.

Suga was there in minutes. He grinned up at Daichi who was leaning over the railing, shirtless and beautiful, watching the water. "Daichi-love!"

Daichi's face reddened, as it had started to, at the nickname. "What's this business proposition?"

Suga pulled out materials for Oikawa's shop after he followed Daichi inside. "I'm not sure if you guys know, but Oikawa has a massage parlor down the street called The Grand King Treatment. It's not far from here-"

Daichi nodded as he thumbed through the brochure. "I've seen it- man, a massage would be amazing."

Suga's eyes lit up. "Exactly! I was wondering if your station would be interested in some sort of partnership. I mean, you're all lifeguards, you have huge muscles and you need them massaged!" The idea sounded more eloquent in Suga's head, but he got insanely distracted with Daichi's thick thighs as his legs crossed.

Daichi smiled. "I think it sounds great. We can definitely work something out."

Iwaizumi picked up one of the brochures. "I want a massage."

"Blatant as ever, Iwaizumi." Daichi remarked. "There's a number, you should see if he has any availability today."

"He does! Go there right now!" Suga pulled out his phone to text Oikawa that he was sending a client his way. Oikawa had already complained that morning that his first client was a no-show so he had a two hour opening. "He's ready for you." He neglected to tell Oikawa who his client was and smiled at his mad matchmaking skills.

Iwaizumi was gone in seconds. Daichi snorted at his disappearing figure. "I guess he's on break."

Suga leaned over Daichi for a hug, tangling his arms around his neck. "Thank you, Daichi! Oikawa could use the business."

Daichi pressed his mouth against Suga's neck, the only space of skin he could reach as Suga strangled him with a hug. "It's nice how you take care of them."

Suga pulled back and shrugged. "They're easy to take care of, thankfully." He stuffed the papers back into his bag. "Thank you again for the book idea-"

"No, no, that was all you. I just showed you something you already drew. When do I get to read it?"

Suga blushed hard thinking about how he had put Daichi on the cover of it, smiling and gorgeous, in his lifeguard jacket and red shorts and- the thoughts he had while writing it were definitely not appropriate for a children's book, but the story was. "I'll have a hard copy of it in a few days. It's just a kids book."

"Yeah, but you wrote it so I'd love to read it."

"You two are sickeningly sweet and I am not going to bear witness to it any longer." Tanaka got up from the seat he was occupying and walked out the door. "Get married already!"

Suga dissolved into giggles as Daichi leaned his forehead against the table. "You're ruining my rep, Suga."

Suga's laughter only increased. "I'll go, I have some stuff to do. I'll let you get back to lifeguarding."

Daichi reached for Suga's hand as he started to leave. "One sec- come here."

Suga tried not to smile as Daichi rose out of his seat to kiss him. "Can I come over later?"

Suga nodded. "Anytime."

Oikawa huffed and leaned back in his chair. He wanted to cry. He wanted to lay down on the plush floor and just let it all out. His business was struggling which, all in all, just didn't make any sense to him. Who wouldn't want a massage? He wanted a massage. He pressed his fingers against his temple and yearned for something other than the dull ache in the back of his head that wasn't going away. He shuffled into the main lobby and sat behind the receptionist desk. At least Suga was sending somebody.

The chiming in the door brought his attention back to reality. He looked up, plastering his brightest and most rehearsed smile on his face, and greeted his only appointment of the day that actually would show up.

"Iwa?"

Iwa, the brute he was, grunted in response.

Oikawa sighed and leaned his cheek against the counter. "Sorry Iwa, I'd love to chat but I'm waiting for a client."

"I am your client."

Oikawa looked up slowly, blinking his confusion back. "What?"

"Where do I go?" Iwa was pulling off his jacket.

Oikawa swallowed thickly and pointed at a closed door. "In there." He followed Iwa through the door and motioned to the table and dresser. You can put your stuff there. There's slippers and a robe-"

"Do I have to take all my clothes off?"

Oikawa, for whatever reason, blushed. He was glad Iwa had his back to him. "It will be better if you do, but only remove what you're comfortable removing. I'll be back in a few."

Iwa nodded and Oikawa left. Oikawa caught his breath as he stood outside the door. He sprinted to his phone and fired a text to Suga angrily berating him for not telling him who he sent. He took a calming breath and gathered the oils and lotions he was going to use. He already had stones heated, he wasn't sure who was coming or what exactly he would want, but the hot stones would be perfect for someone like Iwa. Oikawa waited a few more minutes before lightly knocking on the door.

"I'm going to turn the light off, but I'll light some candles. Do you want music?"

"Uh, sure." Iwaizumi shifted on the incredibly comfortable table. It took him longer than he would care to admit to decide if he was going to lay face up or face down. He eventually decided to lay face up.

Oikawa turned on a playlist he had been working on, it was mostly his favorite classical songs, soft and soothing tunes that always lulled him into a state of relaxation. He lit candles that were sporadically scattered around the room, feeling Iwa's eyes on him the entire time. He turned on the diffuser, filling the room with soft scents of lavender. "Did you- did you have anything in mind?"

Iwaizumi looked up at him and had to take a moment before answering. There was something about seeing Oikawa in that light, the softness of his features highlighted by the shadows from the candles. He looked absolutely flawless. He finally shook his head. "Whatever you want- or uh, whatever you recommend."

Oikawa nodded as he squirted a copious amount of oil into his hands. "I'm going to lower the sheet and start on your neck. Let me know if the pressure is too much or too little." Iwaizumi nodded again. "You can close your eyes if you want, I'll tell you what I'm doing before I do it." Another nod.

Oikawa had done more massages than he could possibly begin to count. He had done them since he found an interest in massaging starting in high school when he began studying muscles and tendons and anything he could figure out. He read all the books that came out and he read all the new studies trying to immerse himself and anything new that he could learn about the subject. He considered himself a bit of an expert at making people feel better and he thoroughly enjoyed it. Something different happened when he touched Iwa's skin. The moment he glided his long fingers across Iwa's neck, he felt it. He liked to think that the darker haired men felt it as well. Oikawa froze for a second, only a second, as Iwa's eyes popped open and caught him.

"Sorry…" Oikawa mumbled the pointless apology and Iwa just nodded, slowly closing his eyes again. What the fuck was that?

He shook off the strange feeling and continued to begin the massage. He pressed his fingers into Iwa's neck, gently running them along the top of each of his shoulders. He pressed on the spots that felt the most tense, eliciting a quiet groan from the man beneath him, a groan that Iwa didn't seem to be aware of escaping from his mouth. Oikawa continued spreading the oil along his arms massaging as he went. Oikawa worked Iwaizumi's fingers, caressing them with more care that he thought possible.

Iwa sighed. "Th-that...good…" The words came out as a soft mumble.

Oikawa smiled and moved to his other hand. He continued to work on his arms for another few minutes before moving to the broad expanse of Iwa's chest. Oikawa softly cleared his throat. " I'm going to start on your chest now."

"Mm."

Oikawa switched to a warmed lotion, digging into Iwa's pectorals. The look on Iwaizumi's face was one Oikawa would never forget and also his favorite part of giving a massage, pure relaxation and total bliss at his hands. "I'm going to move to your stomach." Another grunted response. Oikawa lathered his hands again and covered Iwaizumi's torso in the warmed lotion, he pulled the sheet down a little further and felt his face warm as he realized Iwaizumi was completely naked. He wasn't even wearing boxers as far as Oikawa could tell. He swallowed down his crush on the man and focused on the massage.

Not long after, he paused again. "I'm going to lift the sheet so you can roll over, I'd like to work on your back."

Iwaizumi's eyes opened slowly and he nodded. Oikawa lifted the sheet to give him space to roll over, looking at the wall as he did. He lowered the sheet again, tucking it low on his back.

"Is it weird that I'm not talking to you?"

Oikawa let out a gentle laugh, nobody had ever really asked him that before. He wasn't used to people talking while he was giving them a massage. Most of them just laid there quietly until it was over, some of them would give him some direction such as telling him when it was too hard or too soft. That was really it, though. "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, most people don't talk and by most I mean pretty much all of them. I won't be offended either way."

Oikawa moved to the table beside them and carefully lifted two of the smaller stones. " I heated up some stones to use during the massage, I think they'll help a lot considering your profession. Would you like me to use them?"

"Yes."

The basalt stones were already prepared, the lotion having been applied, and they were at the perfect temperature. "Tell me if they're too hot." Oikawa cradled two stones and pressed them into Iwa's lower back, hitting the muscles deep in his skin. He moved them around in circles slowly at first then pressing deeper with each movement. Iwaizumi didn't seem to mind the heat. Oikawa moved the stones up Iwa's back, kneading as he went. He pressed them along his neck and moved back down. He finally set the stones to the side and spurt the warmed lotion into his hands. He dragged his fingers along Iwa's sides, moving down to his hips and feeling the tension release as he went.

He continued the massage for another 45 minutes or so before moving on to his feet. He clutched the stones again, pressing them against the arch of Iwa's feet.

Another long groan came from the head of the table making Oikawa smile again. He pressed the stones against Iwa's feet, massaging his ankles and calves. "I'm going to lift the sheet up a little further so I can reach your thighs."

"O-ka-y." Iwaizumi's breath was a bit ragged, he sounded sleepy and breathless.

Oikawa kneaded his thick thighs, proud of himself for keeping it professional considering how badly he didn't want to. Kind of pathetic but Oikawa did not care in the slightest. It wasn't until Oikawa felt the tension release from Iwaizumi's hamstrings that he realized the bigger man was fast asleep. Oikawa kept down next to his face and watched him as he lightly snored. He wanted so badly to caress his face, but also didn't want to do that while he was so obviously incapacitated.

Oikawa blew out the candles and left Iwaizumi to nap. He waited in the lobby, idly wondering if his next appointment would show.

He checked his phone to see Suga had texted back.

I know you like him! It's going to be great, Kawa, really! Daichi (Daichi the lifeguard captain not Daichi my soon to be lover and Muse ;) ) said they would set up something with your business! He said all his guys are up for memberships to your parlor. MEMBERSHIPS, TOORU!

Suga's excitement was both intoxicating and uplifting. Memberships? With all the lifeguards? That would save his business. He smiled fondly at his phone, remembering all the times Suga was there for him, all the times Suga supported his dreams, all the times Suga was there for him when nobody else was. His happy memories were interrupted by the other side of Suga that most people didn't know existed.

So….was there a happy ending ;)

Oikawa rolled his eyes and texted back. No! He actually...he fell asleep.

You and your magic hands.

Oikawa laughed. Shut up, perve!

Akaashi sighed as he looked over the profits from last week's sales. The truck was doing well, but it just wasn't doing well enough. He sighed again, leaning back in his chair to run his hands over his face. He pushed his reading glasses up into his hair and rubbed his fingers against the table. He wasn't going to make rent, he knew that at least a week ago. Suga wouldn't mind, he never did, bug Akaashi did. Suga used the rent to pay for utilities mostly, but Akaashi was almost always short. The lot rent on the space he used at the beach doubled that month and he wasn't ready for that. He took in a shaky breath and closed his notebook. He needed to do something . He stood and stretched, glancing at the clock. It was around 6 so the guys could probably use some help at the truck. He pulled his dark apron on and headed across the street. He wasn't ready for what he saw.

Lev and Yaku were absolutely surrounded, the line was incredibly long and it made zero sense. There was no reason for that many people to be surrounding the truck. It must be on fire or something. Akaashi's walk turned into a jog as he headed for the truck, his finances flashing before his eyes. He still wasn't ready for what he saw.

Bokuto, big and beautiful Bokuto, had ice cream dripping down his chest. Beside him, red faced and trying to cover himself, was Asahi who also had ice cream dripping down his body. A third lifeguard with a buzz cut and devilish smile was devouring the last of what appeared to be a gigantic ice cream cone. Bokuto was grinning, Asahi looked like he wanted to vomit, and Tanaka was laughing. Teenagers and adults alike surrounded the three absolute specimens, taking pictures and recording.

"And your winner of the Dozen Scoop Ice Cream Eating Contest: Bokuto!" Yaku shouted into the crowd as Bokuto pumped his arms in the air. "The truck is now open, please form two lines: cash and card. If you're just here for the hot lifeguards, they're taking donations for photos with them! Be sure to join us tomorrow for the ice cream wrestling!"

Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck as he watched the crowd form three lines. What the hell was happening? He pushed his way toward the truck and opened the back of it.

"Bossman!" Lev greeted loudly as he scooped ice cream and toppings faster than he thought possible.

"Hey Akaashi." Yaku greeted as he handed change back.

"What's uh, what's going on out there?" Akaashi was slightly worried about the answer.

"It was Bo's idea! Man, it's been crazy. Did you know the lifeguard team was millions of followers on their social media pages? Bokuto was here earlier when it was slow and he thought it was crazy that we didn't have more business. He started live streaming and people just started showing up! They came out of nowhere! We might even need to hire extra help." Yaku processed six different transactions in unison with Lev making 6 different orders as he explained the situation to Akaashi. "It's been crazy, but we've got it."

"Let me help-" Akaashi's head was still spinning but he offered anyway.

Yaku and Lev refused, they were a well oiled machine. "Not a chance. If anything, get out there and thank Bokuto. He even got Asahi and Tanaka to do an ice cream eating contest. They're taking donations for photos and giving us half the proceeds. They send the other half to a local youth lifeguard team."

Akaashi's head continued to spin. He dialed his ice cream distributor that held his backup product that he had made and had them send it over. The inventory was looking low. "Okay- uh are you sure you don't need me?"

They gave him a simultaneous thumbs up, forcing Akaashi out of the truck. He found Bokuto posing with a teenage girl, he was grinning at the camera. Akaashi couldn't help the small smile that crept across his face as he watched Bokuto solve the majority of the problems he had spent the last 2 weeks stressing over.

Akaashi hung out in the truck, helping where they would let him until the line finally dwindled down a couple of hours later. They had one flavor of ice cream left, people didn't care what it was they still bought it. The lifeguard pictures raised almost a grand somehow, people donated from $1 to $50 for pictures for them. Bokuto finally found Akaashi after most people had left, his eyes lighting up as he skipped toward him. His face fell slightly when he realized how forced Akaashi's smile was, the corners of his eyes prickling with tears.

Bokuto squatted in front of him and reached for his hand. "Akaashi… Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

Akaashi sniffled and shook his head. He covered Bokuto's hand with his own. "Bokuto, thank you." The words were whispered, meant only to be shared with Bokuto. "So much."

Bokuto smiled up at him. "Always, Akaashi. I just thought everyone should try your ice cream, ya know? It's so good! I didn't know so many people would just show u-"

Akaashi flung himself toward Bokuto, looping his arms around the taller man's neck, grateful that Bokuto's strength kept them both from crashing into the ground. "Thank you."

Bokuto hugged Akaashi tight, still not totally sure why it was such a big deal but he couldn't have been happier with Akaashi's reaction. The only thing he wanted more was-

Akaashi turned his head and softly kissed Bokuto's cheek, chuckling as pink warmth spread across his face. "You're incredible." Akaashi rested his forehead against Bokuto's until they both closed the distance at the same time.

Oikawa looked up as the door to one of the massage rooms opened. Iwaizumi was rubbing one of his eyes and adjusting his shirt, looking positively adorable. "Hey-"

Iwaizumi rushed over to Oikawa and leaned over the other side of the counter. "I am sorry."

Oikawa's eyebrows knitted together. "For what?"

"Falling asleep."

Oikawa dismissed his apology with a wave of his hand. "It's fine, Iwa. It happens."

"I don't know what happened-" Iwaizumi rubbed his face as he spoke.

"You needed it. I could feel it." Oikawa responded, leaning his chin on his hand.

"You could feel it?"

Oikawa nodded. "In your muscles. You were really tense. You relaxed pretty easily, though."

"I want to set this up as a regular thing. Weekly? Can you do that?"

Oikawa's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah-"

"Or maybe that isn't enough. Twice a week. Can you do that?"

Oikawa nodded again.

"Three times? Is that enough?"

"Twice is more than enough, Iwa. That's generally what your insurance covers." Oikawa pulled out one of his pamphlets and pushed it across the counter.

"If I wanted to do more than that, I could just pay for it." Iwa muttered to himself as he studied the pamphlet that he had already memorized. "I won't fall asleep next time." Oikawa wasn't sure which one of them he was trying to reassure. "Do you have another client soon?"

"Nope." Oikawa responded with a pop of his mouth. "I had two others but they cancelled. I'll clean the room then probably close up." Hopefully not for good . He thought to himself.

"Daichi already spoke with his boss, they're going to sign up 16 of the guys for twice a week sessions. It's covered in our insurance plan."

Oikawa's mouth dropped. "What?"

Iwaizumi nodded as he continued looking at the pamphlet. "That's just for our station, he said the others were interested as well when Daichi mentioned it."

"Ser-seriously?" Oikawa choked the words out.

Iwaizumi looked up at Oikawa and realized the brunette was crying, trying hard not to but a couple of tears slipped out. "Isn't that...good news?"

Oikawa laughed and wiped his eyes. "I can't even explain how good of news it is."

Iwaizumi leaned further over the counter. "Can you try?"

Oikawa glanced down at the paper pamphlets littering his desk. "I was probably going to close after summer. Business during the summer is usually pretty good, but after...it's hard, you know? Starting from the ground up. I put everything that I had into this- physically, mentally, financially and at first it was really good. New, bright, shiny then, I don't know, regulars are hard to find I guess. Most of my business now are regulars that are friends of Suga's, they're basically keeping me afloat." Oikawa glanced up at Iwa's sympathetic expression and swallowed thickly. "Sorry, I don't mean to unload. I'm just a little stressed."

"Maybe you're the one who needs a massage."

Oikawa scoffed. "You're probably right."

"I can-"

"Not with those ham hands of yours." Oikawa laughed as Iwaizumi blushed. His offer wasn't genuine and that was fine.

"Are you going to clean up now?"

Oikawa nodded and stood, massaging his hands. "Yeah, why?"

"I'll wait out here. You should come over. I want to make you dinner."

Oikawa tilted his head slightly. Iwaizumi was forward and Oikawa had no idea what to do with it. "Okay."

Suga was sprawled across the couch on his stomach when he heard a soft knock at the window. He glanced over to a certain gorgeous dark-haired man and a smile took over his face. "Daichi-love." Suga greeted as he pulled the sliding glass door open. He moved to the side, brushing his lips across Daichi's cheek as he passed.

"I brought you dinner."

"You're a God, honestly." Suga went back to the couch and patted the cushion next to him.

Daichi sat and pulled the coffee table closer. He spread the takeout boxes across the coffee table. "I'll be honest- I'm not sure what you're into food wise, other than ice cream, but Akaashi mentioned that you like simple things."

Suga's heart soared and mouth watered at the different foods Daichi brought. "You asked Akaashi what to bring me?"

Daichi nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't sure-"

Suga pulled Daichi's face to look at him. "You. Are. Awesome."

Daichi laughed and smiled. "Kiss me, Suga."

They fell into a food coma, still laying on the couch a couple of hours later, Suga's arms wrapped around Daichi's waist. Daichi ran his fingertips across Suga's neck, lightly touched right above where his collar ended. Suga twitched at the soft touch. He tilted his head up toward Daichi.

"Daich-"

"Hmm?"

" Daichi -"

"Yes?" Daichi looked down at Suga whose eyes were darkened in the fading light.

They were on each other in seconds, tangling together and fighting to find what position worked best. Suga ended up beneath Daichi, his back pressing against the cushion of the couch. He lightly tugged on the hair just above the nap of Daichi's neck, inching their face impossibly close. The quiet hum of the TV was the perfect background noise, just loud enough to cover the sounds of Daichi groaning as Suga tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. They kissed and kissed and kissed, breathlessly and softly, slowly and roughly, until they each had to come up for air. Daichi was panting above him, all but ready to throw caution to the wind and take Suga on the damn couch. Suga's normally milky complexion was flushed, his chest rising as fast as Daichi's, falling just the same.

Daichi ran his thumb along Suga's jaw, smiling as Suga hummed softly at the touch. "You're beautiful, Suga."

Suga's face flushed, he threw a hand over his eyes. "Stop, Daichi-"

Daichi kissed Suga's fingertips, his palm, and up to his wrist. "Beautiful."

The glass door sliding open interrupted any further compliments. Suga craned his head to see which roommate it was.

Oikawa sat across from Iwaizumi and watched it methodically cut vegetables. When Iwa said he wanted to make him dinner, Oikawa automatically thought about take-out. Iwaizumi clearly had other things in mind with some home cooked ramen. Ramen!

Oikawa waited patiently until Iwa set the steaming bowl in front of him. Oikawa bowed his head in thanks and immediately dug in. He closed as he tried not to completely devour the bowl in front of him. He looked up and realized Iwaizumi was staring at him with his mouth half open and his chopsticks poised near his face.

"What?"

"Do you- are you-" Iwaizumi was blushing and Oikawa did not know why. Oikawa huffed and crossed his arms. "You are moaning , Oikawa."

"I am not!" Oikawa responded indignantly.

Iwaizumi glared at him. "Yes, you are."

Oikawa probably was, the ramen was really good, but he wasn't about to readily admit all of that. He stuck with a partial truth. "This is really good, thank you Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi scoffed and turned back to his own bowl, muttering something about Oikawa being indecent.

Oikawa huffed again, lifting the bowl to his mouth, with an intentional lack of manners. "Don't call me indecent when you had a hard-on during the massage." Oikawa muttered the words as well, but judging from Iwa's face that reddened from his neck to the tips of his ears. Oikawa bit his lip to keep from laughing. He didn't mean to bring it up, but he couldn't help himself. He thought for sure Iwaizumi was going to kick him out, so he finished his ramen as fast as possible, slurping it down indecently. He stood and gave Iwa a genuine smile, wide and flashing. "I'll see myself out-"

"What?"

Oikawa turned back toward the still red faced man and raised an eyebrow. "I assumed-"

Iwa rolled his eyes. "I'm not a teenager, Oikawa. I'm not going to ask you to leave."

Oikawa settled back into the chair across from Iwa. "Oh. Well, don't be embarrassed about it, it happens every now-"

"We are changing this conversation." Iwa said abruptly, holding a hand up. He mimicked Oikawa and finished his bowl.

Oikawa drummed his fingers against the table and shrugged. "Wanna makeout?"

Iwaizumi reddened again, rolled his eyes again, and got up from the table to set their bowls into the sink. He walked around to Oikawa's side of the table and yanked the back of his collar until Oikawa nearly fell out of his chair. Oikawa yelped as he tipped backward. Iwaizumi caught him, his hand cradling the middle of Oikawa's back and his other hand sliding up to brush over his flushed cheek. "Yes."

"Uh- holy shit-" Oikawa gasped the words out, bringing his hands up to wrap around Iwa's arms to steady himself.

Iwaizumi leaned down and kissed him, long and slow. Oikawa died a little inside and it was incredible.

Bokuto walked Akaashi back to his house later that evening. They walked slow and silent, soaking up as much time with one another as possible. Bokuto was watching the beach for a few hours that night so he had to get back to the tower. Akaashi stopped just before his fence and turned toward Bokuto. Bokuto was staring up at the moon as it overtook the sky, banishing the sun for the next 10 hours or so.

"Thank you, Bokuto. For everything. It means a lot." Akaashi was a man of few words, Bokuto realized that pretty quickly. Bokuto noticed that he had to observe Akaashi when he wasn't talking in order to understand what he was saying and he was okay with always used his words, maybe more than necessary, and he felt grounded around Akaashi. He really enjoyed the comforting feeling.

Bokuto smiled at Akaashi, concentrating on the darkest part of his navy eyes. "Of course, Kaashi. I just want the world to see you how I do."

Akaashi tilted his head slightly, a wistful smile spreading across his face. He had only really known Bokuto for days, but there was something so comfortable about being in his presence, like it was where Akaashi was meant to be, like Bokuto was something that he didn't even realize he was missing. He stared back into his bright golden eyes and stepped toward him. He rewarded Bokuto with a kiss, a soft one that turned into something more as Bokuto pressed Akaashi against the wall next to the fence.

The loud squawk of Bokuto's radio brought an otherwise hazy world back into focus for the two of them.

"Sorry, Kaashi. I have to get back."

Akaashi kissed Bokuto one last time. "That's okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Stay safe."

Bokuto grinned. "I always do." He ran his thumb across Akaashi's jaw for good luck.

Akaashi sighed softly and watched Bokuto until he couldn't discern him from the other flocks of people walking the shoreline late at night. He turned into his house and was, for the second time that day, completely unprepared for what he saw. At least this time nobody was half-naked although it looked like they were headed that direction. Akaashi covered his eyes and went straight to his bedroom, Suga giggling behind him the entire way.

Oikawa woke up in Iwaizumi's bed. The night before came flooding back to him and he stretched against the warm body behind him. He smirked at the tanned arm lazily slung over his bare stomach. They both ended up shirtless and in their boxers, a generous make-out session that ended with the two of them falling asleep in between kisses. It was lovely.

Suga woke up half underneath Daichi, the two of them still curled up on the large couch together. He smiled softly and pushed his face against the soft cotton shirt Daichi wore. He felt Daichi stir slightly and tighten his grip around Suga's shoulders. Daichi mumbled nonsense into Suga's hair, eliciting a quiet laugh from the ashen-haired man. Suga wrapped an arm around Daichi's waist and refused to get up.

Akaashi woke up to texts that Bokuto had sent throughout the night, starting when he got bored around 8 pm up until he stopped around 2 am. They were short and sweet, telling Akaashi what he was doing, how bored he was, how he didn't understand why they had him on duty of all people (it was probably because he was the newest guy on the team, even if it was by years). Akaashi clutched his phone to his chest, smiling at the ceiling.