Tonight's the night for everyone BUT our two oblivious idiots to get lucky. Near sexting, best friend's getting laid, skating competitions, petty jealousy, Iwa needs help. He's struggling. SaveIwa2k16.
It's been about two, maybe nearly three weeks since Oikawa laid eyes on the oh so attractive hockey player who now occupies most of his thoughts. If he's skating, he's thinking of him, if he's sleeping he's dreaming of him, if he has free time, he's texting him- his number was obtained from Kuroo who was rooting for Oikawa to put his captain in a better mood. Kuroo and Bokuto had become something of Oikawa's partner's in crime. It had started with Bokuto flitting up to Oikawa, pleading for Oikawa to exchange info on Iwa for info on Akaashi- Bokuto's 'love interest', or so he put it. Of course, he shot down the owl, because he's the great Oikawa Tooru and he doesn't need help to seduce a brutish hockey player. After a few days of getting the cold shoulder from Iwaizumi, he agreed and thus obtained his beloved Iwa-chan's number.
Oikawa made himself as much of a fixture around Iwaizumi as he physically could. Whenever he cut his practice off early, he'd find out where the team was going to eat after a game or practice, since they always went out. The stocky man had been cold towards him, and usually spat insults whenever he opened his mouth to regard the other, but Oikawa knew better. He could see the tension in the man's shoulders go away more and more as time went on, his texts less harsh and blunt. Hell, he was actually joking around with Oikawa! He's not ashamed to admit he held his phone and rolled around his bed with a stupid smile on his face when Iwaizumi texted him first with a stupid little joke.
He's told Iwa more than he felt like he should have at this point, but he was trying to earn the trust he felt like he needed to. He shared his love for space (which deemed himself the title 'space nerd'), alien conspiracies, his obsession with his first love volleyball ( Iwaizumi was a wing spiker himself, which had Oikawa shouting that he 'knew it, his setter eyes haven't failed, he looked like he'd be a perfect wing spiker!' as he proceed to practically wet himself gushing about volleyball with him.). He even went into details one day, late at night, about his injury in volleyball, and the deep hole he fell in and nearly didn't make it out of. Thus leading to his discovery of skating which was only slightly better for his knee by a tiny bit ( or so he likes to think, but he goes to the doctor regularly just to make sure). He learned Iwa is a great listener and is great at pulling him out of his self deprecation, he also has a younger sister who's getting into hockey as well. He also shared the pressure he's put under as a captain and how some days he doesn't know how to handle himself. He told Oikawa about that one extremely close loss his team faced and how he took all the blame and how he barely made it through his captain's speech before he ran off so they wouldn't see him cry. That the next day his team all came together and took him out for lunch and took him to a theme park and told him they wouldn't have made it that far without them. It was nice, Oikawa felt like he was already connecting with him.
It kind of sucks though, that right now Aoba Johsai has matches out of town, so Oikawa can't see him every day with having to practice himself. He'll at least be happy that he's not being called a pompous prick and instead a space nerd. Any progress is good. He had feared he wouldn't even get this far, but it seems that Iwaizumi is just as curious about Oikawa and he is of him.
Oikawa was walking back to his apartment, rubbing his shoulder with a sigh. Practice is really taking its toll on him, he can feel a little twinge in his knee that he'll probably have to ice. He should really find his brace and wear that despite how ugly it is. He hates to admit it, but he'd rather look stupid and be healthy than look good and have his knee blow out and end any career he will ever have. Plus Akaashi would kill him if he knew Oikawa was pushing himself to the point of physically breaking. Humming a happy tune to himself, Oikawa fished out his keys, smiling down at the green alien face staring back at him on his key.
When he pushed open the door, his caramel eyes landed on his couch, his face paling before contorting in disgust. There, splayed out before him, was his best friend hazily staring at him upside down, face flushed, mouth open with lewd noises spilling out. A familiar man was on top of him, black and white hair more wild than usual, yellow eyes regarding him for less than a second. His mouth continued its work on the curly, dark haired man's neck, their bodies impossibly pressed together. Did he mention they're both stark naked? And that Bokuto's hips were rocking and grinding against his friend's? And that his friend was probably moments away from being nailed against the arm of his fucking couch?! Because that's all true. Slapping a hand over his eyes, Oikawa sighed heavily, not enjoying having it paired with panting and other breathless sighs that melt into soft moans.
" That's so wrong. No. I refuse. Rut against someone else's couch for fuck sake !" His voice cracked slightly, not sure whether to just accept this as his fate so he can take a warm bath, or to be pissed Akaashi of all people would do this to him. He gave his key to his friend in the confidence his friend wouldn't abuse his trust by banging the teammate of his beloved hockey player.
" Sorry Tooru. I…. didn't mean for this to happen… I, ah, told him I was over here, and, ah , he came over and st-UFF happened mhn !" Akaashi struggled to explain, scarring Oikawa for life with the knowledge of what his best friend sounds like when having sex. Quickly passing the couple, he went straight for his bedroom, slamming the door and throwing himself into his bathroom. Staring at his horrified reflection, he debated on being happy for his friend for finding someone he enjoys, or pissed that Akaashi was more successful than he was with Iwaizumi.
Stripping down, Oikawa drew himself a hot bath, putting in some special, herbal soap he got that was supposed to help muscles relax while giving off a relaxing aroma. He deserves pampering after what he witnessed. After sliding into the tub with a soft moan, he stretched his legs out the best he could, making sure that his bad knee was at least under water. Reaching over, he grabbed his phone, having the perfect person in mind to take his mind off of the muffled moans he can hear.
To: Iwa-chan 3
9:30 PM
put a leash on ur brutes! (#｀ε´)
From: Iwa-chan 3
9:31 PM
? What now?
To: Iwa-chan 3
9:31 PM
ur owl is IN MY HOME! \(!˚ ˚)/
From: Iwa-chan 3
9:32 PM
…...huh? Wait, wait, wait, Bokuto is in your home?! Why?! How could he have managed to get in anyways?! Are you one of those people who don't like their doors, because I swear you're the type of idiot who'd do that.
To: Iwa-chan 3
9:33 PM
1st rude iwa-chan! ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ haven't i tght u any manners yet!
2nd is that worry i sense in ur voice~, how noble of u~ 3
most impt, ur brute was busy tryin to devour my poor innocent akaashi on my couch! ಥ_ಥ
From: Iwa-chan 3
9:34 PM
He actually managed to get Akaashi? Wow… I'm… kind of impressed? He never shuts up about him and the whole team was just about ready to revolt and either sacrifice Bokuto or throw him at Akaashi.
From: Iwa-chan 3
9:34 PM
I'm actually kind of pissed that even Bokuto has more game than I do…. What has the world come to?
To: Iwa-chan 3
9:35 PM
i thought the same thing ! tho im more upset that ill nvr b able to look at my couch the same way again. i didnt even know that akaashi was that in2 bokuto. i mean yeah when they 1st met i could tell he was interested for whatevr rsn but hes nvr even mentioned him. ill complain l8r to him once im positive hes decent. ive seen way more of my friend than id like so ill just stay here cozy in my bath!
Iwaizumi was busy looking down at his phone, perplexed at this whole Akaashi/Bokuto situation Oikawa has found himself in to pay attention to the locker room he was just walking into. Oikawa had somehow managed to make himself a constant fixture in Iwaizumi's life, and it's been surprisingly, good…? He often eats with them in their tradition of always getting something to eat after the whole team gets together, and, thanks to Kuroo and Bokuto, Oikawa isn't too far behind. At first, he was pissed that his number was so freely handed out, especially to the guy he was trying to forget about, but it's oddly relaxing to text Oikawa. He just has this way about him that sets Iwaizumi as ease and lets him be able to open up to the other without being judged or having to worry he'll tell someone. Maybe it's because the flamboyant man was the first one to open up and reveal horribly personal things about his life to Iwaizumi that he feels able to do the same. He was growing on him. Clearly his team felt the same about him, since if Oikawa was tied up at practice, his team would start complaining to him to contact Oikawa to see if he was going to show up. God knows Bokuto enjoyed Akaashi too and made sure to tell Oikawa to always bring Akaashi with him. Now apparently he won't have to ask, because he might be dating the unflappable man.
His eyes left his phone once he entered the locker room, his brow furrowing at quiet, strange sounds. And, is that….
" Issei…"
" Mhn, Hiro~,"
Iwaizumi poked his head around some lockers and just about dropped his phone, Oikawa texting him back at the same time. All three stared at each other, two of the three flushed and rumpled while the remaining one felt various levels of uncomfortable and embarrassed at his timing. Makki was pressed up against the lockers by Mattsun, their faces still much too close thanks to their lips having been locked just one second earlier. He caught a brief glimpse of hands down pants before he firmly kept his eyes above their waists, their lack of shirts still not really helping. Well then. Guess tonight's the night to get busy. He must've missed the memo. Hanamaki had the sense to push Matsukawa an arms length away, his face rivaling the red tint in his hair. They both breathed out ' Iwa' in unison, Iwaizumi taking a step back while they both shared another silent staring contest. Now that made all the more sense, why they could share looks that held enough meaning that they both just knew what the other one was thinking. Iwaizumi held up a hand when they opened their mouths to try and explain, not wanting to hear more of their arousal thick voices.
" Don't. You don't need to explain it to me now, please don't explain it to me now. I'd rather let you two…. uh… finish . Just, I, um, congratulations? I'll be going now, tell me about it tomorrow." He pieced together awkwardly, rushing out of the locker room without a second glance to them. Sure, he's happy for his friends. They make a good couple now that he's thinking about it. He'll support them no matter what, it doesn't mean a single thing to Iwaizumi that they so happen to love each other. They're still the occasionally annoying, occasionally very helpful guys he's known since day one who have always respected him in some regard. They're family . Just like Bokuto will continue to be a huge pain in his ass, but he won't adore his team any less for loving who they love.
Iwaizumi was still trying to scrub the image of his friend's tongue down each other's throats when he was back home, finally settling on his bed. Pulling his phone back out, be finally responded to Oikawa's texts with the news.
To: Space nerd
10:00 PM
Well, I'm in your situation now. I just walked in on Makki and Mattsun making out and putting hands places hands should not be going. Don't know why I'm honestly surprised… now that I think about it, it's painfully obvious there was something going on between them.
Iwaizumi looked back at Oikawa's text and nearly choked on his spit.
To: Space nerd
10:00 PM
Wait, you're texting me while naked in the tub?
From: Space nerd
10:01 PM
o man! im dying! ur hole team is so gay! thats rich!
From: Space nerd
10:01 PM
n yeah
From: Space nerd
10:01 PM
y?
From: Space nerd
10:01 PM
OH HO HO~! could it b tht ur having pervy thoughts of my supple naked body~?! o iwa-chan, how naughty! (/∇/)
To: Space nerd
10:04 PM
NO I'M NOT DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF! IT'S JUST, WEIRD! NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T TEXT IN THE BATH TUB! I HOPE YOU DROP YOUR PHONE IN! And excuse me, I'm still in my team, and Kuroo, but I wouldn't put it past him to get with a guy with how he is. Kyotani has a thing for Yahaba, one of our other players who got drafted to a different team, so yeah, most of my team is gay, but me and maybe Kuroo will be the token straight guys.
Iwaizumi tried his best to salvage the normality of the conversation, failing miserably. He could feel his face heating up at the mental image, feeling guilty about it now. He's a horrible person, but all he can picture is long, beautifully muscular legs draping over the edge of a tub, a toned chest partially covered by water. His head would be tilted to the side, exposing some of his flawless neck, his cheeks flushed from the heat, his hair dripping with water… God, he really is a horrible person…
His eyes couldn't help but wander to his desk where Oikawa's sensual energy drink ad was still perched. He kept it out of spite for himself he guesses, not sure what drove him to not throw the damn thing away. Now it's mocking him with the tantalizing reality of what Oikawa's body looks like, not that he hasn't unfortunately memorized it. If he can't sleep he just blankly stares at it, getting lost in the flat, 2-D eyes. Or if Oikawa is keeping him up by texting him, he'll glance up at it occasionally, it nearly feeling like he was there himself.
From: Space nerd
10:05 PM
ha! kuroo isnt str8, and neither r u iwa-chan but nice try~
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To: Space nerd
10:05 PM
DON'T TAKE PICTURES OF YOURSELF!
From: Space nerd
10:05 PM
but iwa-chan, im only showing u how much i wish u were here~ 3
At this point, Iwaizumi's mind had taken a downward spiral, the picture suggestive enough to send his imagination into overdrive. Oikawa had a finger playing with his lip, his face a little flushed, and from this angle, he can see some of his hip and a lot more of his happy trail. His eyes roamed greedily while his mind yelled at him to knock it off, his teasing text only making him imagine Oikawa's voice purring that out, shivers running up his spine. His thumb hovered over the picture, questioning his life choices and debating on if he can forgive himself. Closing his eyes, he tapped and held the picture to pull up options, pressing 'save image' before scrolling to get Oikawa's face out of his vision. He really has it bad… he'll have to cleanse himself later.
To: Space nerd
10:08 PM
This is sexual harassment.
With that, he set his phone on his nightstand, ignoring the response he got, instead hurrying off to his bathroom to go drown himself a cold shower until these lewd thoughts melt away. His reflection in the mirror was bright red, but he ignored that too.
Iwaizumi still hasn't looked at his texts from Oikawa, not wanting to be reminded of the strange near sexting incident that caused him to have vivid dreams about bathtubs and pompous assholes. They don't really even have scheduled practice, but it's kind of an unspoken rule that the team meets up for at least a light practice. Hence why he's walking to a rink, scarf wrapped around his nose and mouth to try and hide his shameful, sinful face from the world. Oikawa was right about him being a pervert, he needs to redeem himself somehow, but he hasn't thought of a way yet. It was Oikawa's fault. He started all this with his weird bath texts and suggestive selfies and comments. Now he doesn't even need to look at his sports drink ad, he has new material for his unwanted fantasies.
The first thing Iwaizumi was greeted with was Bokuto all but tackling him, shoving his face close to Iwaizumi's with glee sparkling in his eyes.
" IWA CAPTAIN, WE NEED TO GO SOMEWHERE, IT'S LIKE, SUPER IMPORTANT AND COMPLETELY WORTH SKIPPING PRACTICE!" The excited owl all but screamed in his face, his grin almost infectious, almost . Frowning, Iwa simply crossed his arms in front of his chest in his signature 'this better be fucking worth my time or there'll be hell to pay'.
" Where exactly would be be going?" It was pointless to fight him, but he'd at least like to know where it is he'll be kidnapped and taken to. Kuroo appeared over Bokuto's shoulder, the other's nowhere to be seen.
" It's a secret! But Kuroo and I already told the team that they should just stay home because we're taking you out for a good time, so don't worry about any of them! Come on let's go! We don't want to be late!" Bokuto chirped, grabbing Iwaizumi's hand, bodily dragging him down the sidewalk- which is a feat in and of itself because of the true bulk of Iwaizumi not being easily moveable. Bokuto had to be very excited and determined to be dragging Iwaizumi so effortlessly like this. Kuroo just laughed as they went, seeming to know something Iwaizumi didn't.
As soon as they came close to their destination, Iwaizumi knew exactly what was going on. Looming in front of them was clearly an ice rink with a banner outside announcing that it was some kind of competition. With how excited Bokuto was and the knowing look Kuroo keeps throwing him, it can only be a figure skating competition. A figure skating competition that two particular people would be in. Iwaizumi does admit that he's kind of curiously excited to watch Oikawa seriously skate, but at the same time, he doesn't want to deal with him after the whole texting thing last night. There's no way Oikawa isn't still thinking about that, waiting to tease him about it the first second he can. He definitely doesn't want his teammates to find out that he has a compromising picture of said figure skater saved to his phone either, so he'd rather no one bring it up.
" Really? Here? This is where you wanted to go so badly? Why am I even surprised…" Iwaizumi mumbled, just accepting fate at this point. He's going to have to see Oikawa eventually, the brunette has made sure of that, might as well get this over with sooner than later. Plus, with this competition going on maybe he can slip out quickly and maybe avoid Oikawa after a little greeting. It's a sure thing that Oikawa has adoring fans that he'll need to address. Maybe this won't be too bad?
It was surprisingly crowded in the stadium, people around them cheering or holding up signs with different skater's names on them. Iwaizumi will blame the flare of jealousy at seeing several signs for Oikawa with even more people cheering for him on the fact that guy probably flaunted his attractiveness to get all those fans. Never mind that he had a possessive thought run through his mind at the same time, saying that he's the one who knows how secretly fragile Oikawa is and how he knows more than any of these fans about him. Oikawa likes him and reminds him of it everyday, which is getting less and less annoying and more flattering.
They took their seats that were pretty close to rinkside, settling in as the judges announced the beginning of the competition, stating the various sections that'd be judged. They went on with different things that were lost on Iwaizumi, still not really getting figure skating. He knows that trickier moves can earn points from judges and stuff, and that not landing them can make them deduct points. And that they wear skimpy outfits that somehow stay on their bodies, and that there's solo and couple portions. Other than that, all the moves and whatnot are lost on Iwaizumi. He doesn't know any names of the moves or which are trickier than others, and maybe that's for the best. Iwaizumi thinks attempting to learn them would just make his head spin like one of the figure skaters.
It wasn't as boring to watch as Iwaizumi had thought it'd be. It was amazing to watch the skaters fly around the rink and bend themselves in amazing ways and jump and spin flawlessly ( for the most part, there were a couple of spills that made him wince). He thought it was cool how the guys could hold up the girls or toss them like they were nothing. Sure they probably were light but when you're holding that much weight with one hand above your head, it's impressive. Akaashi's solo came first, him decked out in a black sparkly shirt that all but draped off of him, making him look almost royal-like. He skated around to warm up a bit before taking center rink, getting into a pose where he shielded his face with one arm, the loose fabric obscuring his face, his other arm wrapped around his middle. One leg was behind the other, bent slightly, making him look like a mourning statue. With his black tight pants showing off the musculature of his legs and draping, loose black shirt contrasting with his pale skin, Iwaizumi had to admit, Akaashi looked beautiful. Not that he'd go for Akaashi, their personalities wouldn't go well and Bokuto seemed to light something in him that Iwaizumi never could even if he wanted to. Iwaizumi unfortunately has a thing for assholes who probably aren't good for his health.
Akaashi's routine was to an, almost haunting, music piece, it somber yet beautiful. He glided around, doing some spinning jumps and moved his body in time with the music. What really was amazing was when he pulled his leg from behind him to lay flat against his back, it almost hurting to watch. He let his leg bend a little as he went into a spin, his back arching before he let his leg go, the spin still going until he came to a stop. At the same time the music faded to an end, Akaashi posed again, a hand caressing his cheek while his other hand grabbed his forearm, legs crossing. Out of pure luck, he finished facing the trio, Bokuto having gone silent during the whole endeavor. He was on the literal edge of his seat, eyes as wide as Iwaizumi has ever seen them with his lips parted. The captain isn't sure if his friend ever even blinked during the whole three minute routine, or if he breathed during it as well. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him, but he could've sworn he saw Akaashi looking straight at them, a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face. The crowd went wild, tossing flowers and stuffed animals to Akaashi, chanting his name while others cooed things about him around them. Kuroo was the one to jostle the owlish man out of his revery.
" Nice one bro, your boyfriend is pretty freaking hot. Flexible too~." The messy haired man purred, giving his signature lopsided grin with his amber eyes twinkling with mischief. Bokuto only let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, sitting heavily back into his seat as Akaashi waved to the crowd while leaving the rink. The black and white haired one of the three looked shellshocked, definitely not like the bubbly, bouncing guy who walked in here earlier.
" A beautiful, gorgeous guy like that… likes me of all people…?! This has to be like some messed up dream, I can't even imagine it." Bokuto said dreamily, his eyes far away as the other two simply stared at him. Iwaizumi wasn't sure how this was hard for him to grasp. It seemed crystal clear for him.
" Clearly he likes you or you wouldn't have been able to have sex with him, he doesn't seem like the type to just sleep around. You think you could imagine it now." He put bluntly, bristling when he looked over to see the two staring intensely at him, Bokuto redder than before.
" What?! " They both said in unison, Kuroo giving Bokuto a betrayed look while said man looked at Iwaizumi in shock. Did he not remember that he did that in Oikawa's home, and that Oikawa would've contacted Iwaizumi about it…?
" How'd you know?!"
" Oikawa texted me about it and wouldn't shut up about how 'his couch was defiled' and all that. You do realize that was his house you were in, of course he'd whine about it to me, telling me to 'control my brutes'." He explained, shrugging as if it was the most normal thing he could've said. It wasn't that big of a deal really. So Bokuto had sex, what's the fuss about? Sure Iwa is kind of pissed that he didn't get lucky before Bokuto, but he's waiting for his infatuation with Oikawa to go away. Or for Oikawa to finally break his heart like he knows he will. If he really wanted to, he's sure Oikawa would happily jump into bed with him, but he wouldn't feel good about it.
" I didn't hear about this at all!" Kuroo complained, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout, Bokuto looking sheepishly over to him, waving his hands in wild gestures.
" I, uh, bro listen. I didn't mean to not tell you, it's just, it just happened and I was still processing it so I was gonna tell you and stuff! As soon as I could agree to myself that it wasn't just some awesome dream, I wouldn't hide something from you on purpose dude, I didn't tell anyone! Trust me! Zumi only knows because of his boyfriend," Iwaizumi proceeded to sputter at this, bristling as he opened his mouth to vehemently deny that accusation, but Bokuto cut him off. " Of course Oikawa would blurt out things like this, you know that. You were going to be the first person I told as soon as I was ready!" Bokuto explained with one of his blinding smiles, Kuroo letting his arms fall from his chest, sighing before a smile worked onto his face.
" Fine, I forgive you bro," They shared a fist bump just as the announcer called out Oikawa Tooru's name, signaling that he was going to be the skater performing now. He strutted out in a black button up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a blue sparkly vest over it along with skin tight pants. Naturally his hair is perfectly swept, his whole being seeming to glow under the stadium lighting as if all the attention nourished him (okay, that might just be Iwaizumi's exaggeration, but none the less, Oikawa looked in his element). The squeals that sounded when Oikawa stepped into the rink were almost deafening, and of course, the brunette did nothing to help it when he blew kisses out to the crowd and waved as he did a couple warming laps. Iwaizumi sunk in his seat a bit, irked that the other was eating up the attention. Just when he had thought maybe, just maybe , the figure skater wasn't a pompous asshole he had to go and do this…
Oikawa took his place in the center before the music started up and he shook his hips to the music for a few beats before pushing off quickly along with the music. It struck Iwaizumi that he's heard this before… when he was chasing Oikawa around the rink, he was humming this. Said skater was beaming all the while, gliding around just as gracefully as Iwa had last seen him. The spiky haired captain had to try and hide his smile when Oikawa put his hands on his butt when the lyrics said 'boys wanna marry, looking at my deri- and you can stare but if you touch I'ma bury' . He winked at the crowd returning back to his moves, throwing in a few perfectly landed jumps, his feet still working in ways that baffled Iwaizumi. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or roll his eyes at hearing the lyrics ' All eyes on me when I walk in, no question that this girl's a ten, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful' , it being so Oikawa .
Of course when Oikawa finished, the crowd cheered, throwing an annoying amount of bouquets and single roses and a number of stuffed animals into the rink. He flashed a charming smile before bowing and skating to pick up an…. is that an alien plushie? Yeah, Iwaizumi had learned that Oikawa was obsessed with space, including aliens, but he had no idea that the other had made something like that public. He thought he had an image to uphold? Wouldn't everyone knowing he's a space nerd who's obsessed with aliens kind of put a damper on that? Another realization crossed Iwaizumi's mind that left a bitter taste in his mouth. Oikawa's stupid fans must find that trait of his endearing...Of course he'd be seen as nothing but perfection in the public's eye (and Iwa's too, if he was able to admit that to himself).
" What a nerd," The captain mumbled under his breath as he watched his curly locks bounce as he skated off the rink, blowing kisses and giving out more charming grins while clutching the alien to his chest. An elbow to his ribs brought the burly man back from his outright gawking to find two pointed looks aimed at him, his ears heating of their own will.
" Your boyfriend is mighty talented and flexible as well, you lucky devil~," Kuroo drawled, Bokuto offering his own purred chirps of agreement, the air feeling less comfortable as Iwa slid down in his seat.
" He's not my fucking boyfriend, and won't ever be, thank you very much." The spiky haired raven insisted, glowering at the ice as a new person skated out. Even if he, for some unknown reason, did have a thing for Oikawa, he's way out of his league. Sure, he's clearly weirdly interested in the hockey player, but Oikawa would grow quickly bored of him, Iwaizumi's certain of this. The skater is just so, charismatic and charming and lights up whatever room he happens to be in. Hell, during his performance, the whole stadium held their breaths as Oikawa Tooru wrapped them all around his fingers. He commanded attention that everyone seemed all too happy to give him, a perfect king ruling over his adoring subjects. Iwaizumi would forever be just another hopeless subject ready to happily bow before his mighty presence (wow, that was some metaphor he just thought of, he might want to lay off the dramas..). Iwaizumi just finds himself to be so, boring. He struggles when he's asked to do interviews on tv, horribly formal and completely a stiff wreck no matter how many he does. Hockey is his blood and soul, he lives, eats, and breathes it, outside of that he's just, plain.
" Riiighhtt. Well, you keep swimming in your denial, I'll be happy to hear your apology once you've come to your senses and realize that he's hopelessly in love you and you're hopelessly in love with him. I've never seen two people give each other such hardcore bedroom eyes, seriously. It's gross." Iwa ignored Kuroo in favor of watching the current skater twirl and jump much less impressively than Oikawa or Akaashi, but better than he could probably do.
That wasn't the last they saw of the two skaters they had come solely to see, Oikawa and Akaashi skated out together as a pair. They wore similar plain black pants and the brunette wore a black button up and the raven haired man wore a white one, both having blood red ties. The music was slightly somber once again, their routine not flashy like Oikawa's set and not as haunting as Akaashi's. The intimate closeness of their bodies as they pressed together while skating, hands running places they wouldn't normally go, made a prick of jealousy flare up in Iwa. It calmed itself at remembering, yes, they were only friends and neither seemed interested in that way. He supposes it's all for the sake of a show, to get the audience to be drawn in. Their bodies admittedly fit well together as they danced across the ice. What really caught the tan man's attention was when Oikawa effortlessly lifted Akaashi and tossed him like he weighed nothing. Akaashi might be shorter than Oikawa, but he certainly didn't lack muscle and was probably denser than he appeared. He has to give the pompous skater more credit for being strong enough to pull off such a move.
Not surprisingly, Oikawa came in first place for his solo, Akaashi a close second, and their pair skating won first place as well. Iwa stayed quiet as the three waited in the main part of the stadium, next to the concessions, for the two skaters. Most people had filed out, but a few lingered here and there, some giggling girls gossiping not too far away. He knew when Oikawa had come into view when the girls all squealed and rushed over to said skater, flocking around him. The buffer man frowned at the scene, his gut twisting at watching Oikawa smile and laugh lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he sounded to be thanking them for their support. His attention was brought back when a light gasp sounded in front of him. There stood a short girl, full figured, wide brown eyes framed with round glasses, short inky hair brushing her shoulders. She was every bit of cute as pink dusted her cheeks.
" You're the captain of Aoba Johsai, aren't you? Iwaizumi Hajime?" She breathed with awe twinkling behind her glasses, a hesitant smile on her lips. The recognition took him aback, blinking at her in surprise.
" Uh, yeah, I am. You watch our games?" He asked, not used to getting recognized so far away from a hockey game and have someone, especially a cute girl, come up to him and greet him. She blushed redder as she nervously laughed, tucking hair behind her ear.
" Y-Yeah, I'm a big fan. I've always admired you for how well you lead your team. You're so talented and such a strong support to the team. I've always wanted to get to meet you." She stuttered, her voice soft enough that Iwaizumi had to strain to hear her, but hear her he did. His own face went a bit red at the praise, a warm smile coming to his face. This could be a chance to get over his stupid feelings for Oikawa, maybe he'll be able to see something in her. To his frustration, the only thing that came to mind was how her brown eyes just weren't as pretty and mesmerizing as Oikawa's and how her hair should be an auburn color, not an inky black like his own.
" Oh really? Well, here I am." He tried despite his frustration, giving her the best smile he could manage, satisfied at her turning red. Oikawa's busy with his fans, Iwaizumi should enjoy his chance to enjoy his own, but he doesn't feel right trying to flirt with her. Though he's not sure how flirty it really is just making his voice smoother and drawling out his words with a warm smile. Everything fell apart at a warmth pressing into his side, an arm throwing itself across his shoulders as a familiar scent enveloped him. It was a valiant try, it really was, he tried to forget about him this once, but he's been trapped since he locked eyes with him and he knows it.
" My, my~! Iwa-chan's quite the stud, isn't he~!" His silky voice purred, Iwaizumi's smile falling as his frustration peaked, his heart lurching at the man's presence. His fan faltered, confused and surprised by the newcomer to their conversation. Iwaizumi didn't have to look to know Oikawa was sending the girl one of his lady killer looks, her blushing at it, and, was that almost, venom laced in with his sickly sweet tone…? He couldn't tell, but it sounded like something was, off, compared to his normal tone. It sounded, tenser? More forced? Exaggerated maybe? A hand crossed to his opposite hip, a finger hooking his belt loop with a teasing tug as if to encourage him to turn his hips towards the other man. " Smiling all happy like that. You'll make me jealous, you know?" The skater's voice had dropped low, seductive, it dangerously close to eliciting a shudder from Iwa if he hadn't stopped himself. It was hard not to, seeing as Oikawa's breath was blowing over his ear, all but purring while having his hand intimately close. He furrowed his brow, tilting his head to look up at Oikawa in question, not getting what the hell had gotten into him. Wasn't he just with his fans? Why bother interrupting Iwaizumi for? Said captain realized how close they were when he turned his head, his nose nearly brushing the corner of Oikawa's mouth. The brunette's eyes were still trained on the girl, more narrowed before he flicked them to meet Iwa's, something burning in them. Yet another shiver threatened to run through him, the intense look making him want to sweat ( and do very, very, bad things to Oikawa..). Remembering his previous anger, he pulled the hand away from his hip with a pointed look, glancing back to his fan who was staring with wide eyes, impossibly red.
" O-Oh! I'm, uh, I-I'm sorry! I didn't know you were, um, yeah. I'll go, thank you for your time Iwaizumi-san!" With that stuttered hurriedly out, she skittered away quickly, blushing furiously all the while. Iwaizumi stared after her in confusion, not getting what she realized they 'were'. All the same he shoved Oikawa off of him and glared at him.
" What's your fucking problem? What was that ?" He hissed, utterly confused by everything right now. Oikawa's face was uncharacteristically serious for a moment before he pulled a very fake smile.
" Hm, I wonder about that," He hummed in his usual tone before walking over to where their friends were sitting, chatting happily, Kuroo's eyes trained on them, Bokuto too occupied with Akaashi to join in. Was he missing some big, important thing here? Why is Kuroo looking at him lecherously like that, and why had Oikawa all but pounced on him?! He wasn't doing anything but talking to his fan- wait, could Oikawa have been…. jealous ?! Of that, admittedly cute, girl?! But Oikawa's constantly surrounded by fans, why would Iwaizumi having one fan make him jealous enough to bounce in and drape himself across Iwaizumi? He's probably not jealous. That's wishful thinking on his part. Sitting down next to Akaashi- to which Oikawa loudly complained- Iwa tried to focus in on the chattering around him, ignoring how the place on his hip that Oikawa had almost touched was now tingling. Maybe he's just allergic to princely pricks.
" So, captain, who knew you were a heart throb!" Bokuto hummed, his owlish eyes pinning Iwa down, his ears burning red. " I saw you with that girl, she was so after a piece of the Zumi." Rolling his eyes, he gave his friend a tired look, not getting how they could get so much meaning from nothing.
" No she didn't. She just said she never got the chance to meet me at games and wanted to tell me I was a great player and captain is all. Nothing more, nothing less. She wanted no pieces of me. Surprised she even had the courage to come up to me, I think she was about ready to combust the whole time." He mumbled, ruffling up his hair before noticing a definite lack of another annoying voice cutting in to tease him some more. " Wait, where's Kuroo?" All heads turned towards his empty seat, clearly no one realizing his sly departure. Tilting his head, Iwa caught sight of him not too far from them, looking more than mildly suspicious leering over a hunched up figure on the bench. Fucking hell, Iwaizumi can't take these two anywhere without them harassing someone . The bottle blond with horrible roots was curled around what looked like a hand held video game, eyes glued wide to the screen as his fingers tapped away. The pudding head didn't seem to be aware of Kuroo's looming presence behind him, watching him play over his shoulder. He was perched on the bench behind him, looking very much like a panther eying pray, and had anyone else seen him, he very well might've been arrested. Kuroo just gives off that kind of nefarious vibe. Even though the man hadn't done anything overly horrible in his life to Iwaizumi's knowledge.
" You're pretty good, what game is that?" Kuroo finally spoke, his chin all but resting on the smaller man's shoulder- which nearly knocked into Kuroo's nose when he jumped in surprise. The man let out a small noise, whipping his head to look at Kuroo with wide eyes, nearly falling off the bench. The blond clutched his game to his chest like he was protecting it from Kuroo as he looked him over, narrowing his eyes at him as he scooted to the edge of the bench. It sounded like he mumbled out a 'who are you', but his voice was almost too soft to hear. Kuroo allowed himself one of his smiles, his smiles never looking nice, they all look devious and unsettling, the blond's eyes narrowing further as Kuroo closed the space again. " Kuroo Tetsurou, and you might be?" He stuck out a hand only for it to just be stared at in distrust, hazel eyes softly glowering up at him.
" Kenma…" The blond softly mumbled, looking nervous and twitchy with the messy hair man lurking so closely with his less than pleasant smile. It was like watching a standoffish kitten being harassed by a big alley cat.
" Kenma," He tired the name out on his tongue, humming in approval. " That's a nice name. Suits you. Mind if I watch you play, Kenma? I'm curious. I promise I'll stay quiet." It took a few moments for the blond to react to his words, obviously mulling them over before he settled on lowering his hand held in what seemed like an 'okay'.
" If you stay quiet. I'll just leave otherwise." This made Kuroo all but beam, moving to sit properly on the bench as he pressed his arm against Kenma's as he tilted his head to watch the screen. He didn't even know Oikawa had gotten up until he saw him rush towards the two, grabbing Kenma with a dramatic gasp.
" Stay away from our sweet manager, you brute! You'll soil our precious Ken-chan!" He ordered, sounding scandalized as he clutched Kenma to his chest, almost lifting him off the ground. Kenma only came up to the bottom of his chest after all, his arms flailing before falling to his sides, still gripping his game tightly.
" Tooru, please let me go. I'm fine. I can't breathe." He mumbled against the fabric of Oikawa's shirt, tugging at said shirt to signal that he wanted to be released. The brunette granted his wish, but pulled him to his side and tutted at him.
" Stay away from suspicious looking filthy strangers Ken-chan," He continued on, ignoring Kuroo's sputters. " He's a hockey player , he'll get you dirty if you hang around him too much-OW!"
" Hey, those are my teammates you're talking about, Trashykawa. If he's going to be tainted by anyone, it's gonna be you. Kuroo may look scary, but he's mostly harmless." Iwaizumi cut in, whacking the back of Oikawa's head with a frown, not okay with the brunette making his team look like a bunch of delinquents. The only one who could be classified as one is Kyotani.
" Yeah… still right here. Still not sure if I should be feeling good about the name calling." Kuroo mumbled, Bokuto bounding over to him and threw his arm around his shoulders with a ' I think you're a great guy bro, don't worry about it'.
They settled into comfortable chatting, Kenma curling back in on himself, remaining silent as Kuroo watched him with interest, absentmindedly talking to Bokuto all the while.
" It was horrible, they were both limping today, and I don't even want to think about what that means." Oikawa lamented, leaning against his arm as he pulled a disgusted face, Iwaizumi allowing himself a smile. Akaashi had the decency to blush in shame at that, mumbling something about being over eager. Bokuto only stared off into space with a dreamy look on his face, muttering that it was wonderful, making Iwa snort and shake his head.
" Makes me glad I live alone and haven't given out my key to anyone. I know better, clearly." The built man let the brunette rest his head on his shoulder, feeling him pout against it. Even this small amount of contact made Iwa's stomach do flips. It really is ridiculous how 'high school girl' like his crush has gotten. Even in high school he never remembered being this infatuated with someone before. At least his heart could've picked someone in his league that was actually attainable… instead of a smoking hot, beautiful, playboy who's playing him like a violin. He didn't feel his phone slip from his pocket until it was too late, however, Kuroo quickly dancing away from him before he realized what happened, Bokuto rushing over to huddle with Kuroo around his phone while they both laughed.
" Let's see what deep dark secrets our captain has been hiding on his phone, shall we~."
At first he felt a surge of anger, but then relaxed, thinking that there wasn't really anything damning in his phone, he's not a bad person after all. But then he remembered…
He remembered . Oh shit.
Iwaizumi tensed up, feeling the blood in his body not know whether to run from his face or to it, his palms growing sweaty. It's, it's fine. It's not like they know his password to get in or anything. It'll be safe. No one will know. It'll be fin-
" Wow, that was easy." Okay, maybe not. Maybe he should panic. Maybe he should burst in and take his phone back from those two idiots before they find the picture. But, wouldn't that make him seem even more suspicious…? He didn't have time to think this over before his two teammates froze, slowly turning their heads to the fidgeting captain before looking back at the phone.
" Oh," Kuroo started.
" My ," Bokuto added.
" GOD?!" They screeched in unison, struggling with wanting to laugh and be horrified at the same time. Bokuto chose to be amused, doubling over laughing while Kuroo stared at the phone's screen with awed disgust. Iwaizumi only grew red at feeling the remaining three eyes look over to him in question as to why the two idiots were dying over what they found. " Y-You really are dating! I-I knew you had a hard on for him, but honestly Zumi, I didn't mean it literally !" Bokuto wheezed, clinging to Kuroo for support, only laughing harder when he caught sight of the picture again.
" I feel scandalized just looking at this. I don't need to know what you get off to in your spare time, keep your porn in better places, captain ." Kuroo drawled, his smiled growing sly while the eyes on Iwaizumi grew bewildered at the knowledge that it was porn- which it really wasn't . It wasn't . Sure, he might think of the picture when he, releases stress , but he's not actively looking at the picture… that means something, right? He, he's not a bad person, right ?!
" I-It's not porn, you dumbass! I-I just accidentally saved the picture and neglected to delete it because it was late and I was tired!" He croaked out, his voice tense with embarrassment at being discovered. Iwaizumi hadn't thought that his stupid idiots would bother to go through his phone. He hadn't banked on this being the one time he actually had questionable content on his phone. Kuroo threw him a challenging look, humming in disbelief as he looked at his phone.
" Oh really? How do you know exactly what picture I'm talking about then? Hm? That's suspicious." Kuroo didn't give him a chance to answer, clearing his throat as his look grew knowing and positively malicious. " More importantly, do tell, why do you have a naked picture of Oikawa Tooru in a bathtub , my dear, sweet captain? I'm not sure I really want to know the reason, but humor me." Kuroo took this chance to flash his phone at Iwaizumi, the picture he hadn't gotten out of his head since last night took up the entire screen. It taunted him with his flushed face and intense gaze, finger playing with those luscious pink lips. The hockey player tensed up, swallowing thickly, suddenly not wanting to be this close to Oikawa, the man from his phone still pressed against his side. He didn't have to look to know the brunette was staring straight at him, he could feel the smirk that was for sure on the other's face, him able to see the picture just as clearly as Iwa. The inky haired man looked pointedly at the marble floor, willing the wall behind him to swallow him up to get him away from all these prying eyes. Akaashi had sputtered at hearing that he had a naked photo of Oikawa on his phone.
" W-Well, isn't the better question why did he send it to me in the first place? Are we just going to completely ignore that part?!" Iwaizumi asked desperately, wanting the attention off of himself, hearing his voice strain with embarrassment as his face steadily grew crimson.
" True, but I already know the answer to that one, so I'm much more interested in you having chosen to save the picture instead of just ignoring it." Iwazumi wisely kept his mouth shut, not wanting to shove his foot further into his mouth. He's already cornered here. He can't talk his way out of this. It's impossible to make this look like anything but what it is; Iwaizumi having a hopeless crush one Oikawa that has taken a turn for the less innocent (not that it really has been innocent). Not wanting to be next to Oikawa anymore, the dark haired man moved over to his bedheaded friend. He reached out for his phone only to watch as the taller man childishly held up far above his head, out of Iwaizumi's reach. Said man's eyes narrowed dangerously, and had it been anyone but Kuroo on the opposite end of that glare, they would've relented in fright.
" Give me my phone Kuroo or I will make your life hell in practice." He wholeheartedly threatened, his voice pitching low with venom, at his breaking point now. He's humiliated and pissed off and just wants it to end right now. He jumped for his phone a couple times, attempting to bend Kuroo's arms to a reachable height with little success. Not wanting to look stupid or create too big of a scene while wrestling his friend, he decided for the direct approach and jabbed his fist hard and fast into Kuroo's stomach, proud that the other man doubled over with a pained noise, the phone now in his reach. Before he could grab it however, long, slender fingers plucked it from Kuroo's grasp. He looked behind himself to find Oikawa holding his phone by his head, giving him an unfairly sultry look.
" Iwa-chan…" The brunette breathed, crowding into his space, seeming to steal his breath as his free hand grabbed Iwaizumi's chin to tilt it up so he was looking into his eyes. Goosebumps erupted across his skin at the contact, Oikawa's body all but flush against his, Oikawa's warmth seeping into his body. The dark haired man caught his delicious scent as the other leaned in close, their lips nearly brushing. Iwaizumi tried to keep his pulse steady at the feeling of his hot, tempting, breath blowing over his quivering lips. His eyes almost slipped shut against his will, wanting this so bad, but not wanting it all at the same time. Without thinking, his knee came up, swiftly burying itself in Oikawa's stomach, the pretty boy doubling over as Iwa quickly grabbed his phone. Stuttering out a congrats to Oikawa and Akaashi, he started speed walking his way towards the exit, wanting the solitary of his apartment. He didn't even catch that Akaashi had taken a picture of the two so close together. He also missed the smile the brunette gave him as he recovered from the hit, hope overtaking his features.
The surly hockey player reached his apartment in record time, having all but jogged there in hopes to outrun his embarrassment (side note: it didn't work). Iwaizumi wanted to explode in embarrassment. His whole body seemed to be flushed pink, the color probably looking good in contrast with his sun kissed skin. Even bursting in on Makki and Mattsun didn't make him this embarrassed. Or the time when he was young and one of his friends pants-ed him a little too well, taking his boxers along with his pants while he was being confessed to by a girl. Both he and the girl never spoke and both blushed violently if they so much as made eye contact.
Sighing, Iwaizumi plopped down on his bed, burying his face into his pillow with a groan. He's really in too deep… His body is practically vibrating from the contact with Oikawa, a longing feeling surging up from deep in his chest. His pulse had long since stopped being normal, thumping erratically, only speeding up when said grand king popped into his mind. Pulling his face out of the pillow to glance at the phone still in his hand, unlocking it to bring up the picture that got him into this whole mess. Heaving another heavy sigh, he frowned- pouted- while staring into those sultry brown eyes, his seductive yet challenging smirk seeming to dare Hajime to make up his mind.
That's it. Next time he asks, he'll finally give him his answer… he can't keep this up, it's not good for his health…
As always, hoped you enjoyed~ :D