Fluffy respite to ease your broken hearts, Meeting the Fam, Hajime is perfect and just kidding, this isn't gonna be nice and fluffy, there'll be even MORE pain and angst~ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
A/N JuST KEEP IN MIND THERE ARE MORE CHAPTERS LEFT BEFORE YOU BEGIN PLANNING MY SLOW DEMISE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! I'm not gonna try and lie and say the angst is over, because it's not, last chapter was just the beginning~~! The response I got to the last chapter was wonderful~ so much keyboard smash and crying over dear Iwa-chan~ I love you all~ (not sure the feeling will remain mutual though...heh...) I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL ARE STILL ENJOYING THIS AND CONTINUE TO ENJOY IT, I ALWAYS FEEL CONFLICTED WHEN I UPDATE! So hearing from you all really reassures me that people like this and want more, please keep being your wonderful selves 3 And this is kinda just fluffy filler for a while, but I thought it would be interesting and better to see a little bit of their relationship away from the rink. But I'm nervous that it's not good or something so grieuhgeuh ヽ(Д)ﾉ it gets back to serious during this chap though, and some more heart breaking of course~ ;)
(And I just about combusted at someone on tumblr talking about this fic and giving it wonderful compliments and everything, so if any of you do anything or talk about this fic on tumblr, tag me so I can see! I will be guaranteed to die of happiness if you do! Or if it's not on tumblr, link it to me in a comment and I'll check it out for sure! I didn't think people would be talking about this fic, but I saw someone else linked this fic on tumblr and said 'bless them for writing this' and I couldn't find who it was to gush at them, so please please please tag me! I'm fine with that stuff! And like fanart is perfectly fine (not that I think this deserves that, but you know, just encase someone's too shy to ask!)
also, here's two pieces of music that will be mentioned in here that you should listen to when they show up: Indila- derniere danse and then Major Lazer- Powerful
Oikawa's legs nearly gave out as soon as he stepped foot into the hospital, a limp Iwaizumi tucked against his side, still dripping blood against his shirt. He vaguely heard himself stuttering out an explanation to the nurses who ran up to him, detaching Hajime from his side. Oikawa would've protested against them putting Hajime onto a stretcher and wheeling him away, but his throat closed over his words. Firm hands directed him to one of the chairs in the lobby when he made a move to follow where they had just whisked Iwa off to, telling him to relax and let them do their jobs. Relax. Right… Just...relax.
(How does one breathe again…?)
Everything in Oikawa's world went silent, the noise and chaos of the emergency room lobby nothing but white noise, his vision blurry and unfocused. Numb. Numb was his general feeling, as if none of this could possibly be happening to him, as if he didn't just potentially cause Hajime permanent brain damage. The only feeling he had was the clenching in his chest and the churning worry in his stomach, which only grew worse the more he let himself think about everything. Tooru resolutely stared blankly at his shaking hands, feeling another wave of nausea at seeing the dried blood there.
It's yourfault you know, if you just ran Hajime would be fine now, but no, you didn't. It's yourfault that his career could be ruined .
Oikawa raised a trembling hand up to his hair, tugging sharply on a tuft of hair to silence the self-deprecating voice inside his head. He doesn't need that right now, having a panic attack right in the lobby wouldn't be the best thing, but it was hard to ignore the frantic beating of his heart. Continuing to stare at nothing, he just knew that pictures were being taken of him and being posted on every social media known to man. This situation was going to be blown way out of proportion, he could just feel it, but at the same time none of that even remotely mattered.
Time seemed to drag on forever, the dread building inside Tooru with every passing second, it could've been hours, it could've been days, Tooru wouldn't have known the difference. His vision blurred, hot tears dripping onto his hands, cutting through the blood- that was how he even knew he was crying. A gentle touch on his shoulder brought him back into the present, his head slowly raising to meet the sympathetic eyes of a nurse. The look in her eyes made Tooru's stomach drop, fearing the absolute worst.
" He was in and out of consciousness, but we gave him some pain meds so he's resting again. But no worries, he just had a minor concussion is all, no fractures, nothing life threatening. He'll feel out of it for a couple days, but otherwise he's healthy. Though whenever he came to, he always was asking for you, wondering where you were, so you should try and visit him soon, okay?"
Oikawa's entire world began slowly piecing itself back together, the pain in his chest easing slightly at the good news, his shoulders drooping as a heavy, shaky breath rattled out of him. A concussion, that's… good. Much better than a cracked or shattered skull. He can live a normal life with a concussion, Oikawa didn't ruin his life.
After pulling himself together, Tooru shakily made his way to the room the nurse had told him Iwaizumi would be in. Cautiously cracking the door open, Oikawa stuck his head in, immediately hit with a surge of guilt. Iwaizumi was prone on the bed, looking sickly surrounded by the white of the sheets and the walls of the room, a pale blue hospital gown replacing his clothes. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling evenly, the steady beeping of his heart monitor comforting yet suffocating all at once. An IV was placed in the crease of his elbow, dripping what was most likely pain meds into him. A little bit of dry blood was still on his nose, a bandage wrapped around his head a little bit of gauze revealing that he had bled from there at one point, red spots standing out against the white gauze. The bruise on his jaw was a horrible dark purple and swollen, a glaring reminder of what had happened. An icepack laid next to his head, Iwa probably having held it to his swollen face before he drifted off again.
The strong, immovable captain who was the pillar holding his team up, now looked so fragile and broken… Oikawa felt his bottom lip tremble as he slipped quietly inside the room, fresh tears streaming down his face as his guilt swallowed him whole. A sob choked out of him, causing Iwaizumi to stir, his brow furrowing before he opened his eyes the tiniest bit.
" Tooru…? That you? Whater' you doin' over there for? Come'er," Hajime slurred, thankfully this time it was due to having just woken up. Tooru was reluctant to get close to Hajime again, not feeling like he deserved to be in his presence when he just let this happen to him. Though when Hajime made languid beckoning motions with his hands, Tooru couldn't help but shuffle over to his bedside with his head hung. Iwa shifted in his bed, wincing slightly at having to move his head, but the pain meds must be doing wonders for him. Oikawa could see that Hajime had turned his head to look at him, seeing the hand reach for his before he felt it. Calloused fingers trailed along his wrist before lacing with his, squeezing gently. " What's with the tears…? Are you okay?" Hajime softly asked, rubbing his thumb along the back of his hand soothingly, only making Tooru sob harder at how sweet Hajime was being. " Tooru, talk to me , come on. I should be the one crying, I've got an IV in my arm," He lightly teased in an attempt to cheer Oikawa up, only succeeding at making him feel that much more guilty.
" I-I'm the re-ason you're like this! I d-didn't run away from them because I thought I had something to prove. A-And t-t-then I didn't h-help you when you were fighting them b-because I was too s-scare-ed. You could've been killed and it's all my fault!" Oikawa cried out, covering his face with his free arm, listening to Iwaizumi's cooing and attempts to comfort him, feeling his hands run up and down his arms to get him to calm down. " Y-You should hate me right now !" He nearly yelled, upset that he'smore upset with himself than Iwaizumi is.
" Hey!" Hajime's firm voice made Tooru jump, sucking in a gasp as he froze, waiting to be dumped. " Look at me Tooru," Iwa continued in a softer tone, his hand gently tugging at Tooru's sleeve, coaxing him into uncovering his face. Oikawa sniffled as he met Iwa's warm eyes, his hands shaking inside the grasp of Hajime's own. " Listen to me. I do not blame you- at all, you hear me? I blame those dicks who tried to start shit for everything that happened tonight. You were scared Tooru , that's not your fault, anyone would've been in your place. I never asked you to help me, I knew what I was doing. I'm just relieved that I was able to save you from getting seriously hurt. You being okay is all I wanted, I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I already know you've got a big mouth on you, so it doesn't surprise that you couldn't help but piss them off even more," Iwaizumi joked fondly, bringing up Oikawa's hand to his mouth, placing an affectionate kiss on the back of it. " So don't you dare blame yourself when you did nothing wrong, okay? You managed to convince me to become your boyfriend, you're not getting out of it that easy, you space nerd." Another sob hiccupped out of Tooru, but this time it was out of relief and happiness, a small smile pulling at his lips as he wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve.
" You're such a brute…" Tooru whispered warmly, leaning down to give a tender peck to Hajime's lips. Pulling back with a sniffle, Oikawa grabbed a chair, pulling it right next to Hajime's bed. Picking up the abandoned ice pack, he pressed it gently against Iwa's swollen jaw, using his other hand to caress the uninjured side of his face. Iwa placed a hand on top of Oikawa's with a content sigh, turning his head to kiss Tooru's palm.
The door burst open then, the panicked team of Aoba Johsai rushing in, pushing the privacy curtain all the way open. Oikawa must've contacted them in his panicked state and explained something to them while being out of it for them to just happen to be here. Oikawa's not sure if they looked more worried or more pissed off, it kind of disturbing to see them looking so somber and serious.
" What happened?! Are you alright Hajime?!" Hanamaki demanded as they all moved to get a good look at Hajime, crowding his bed with concerned expressions. The team glanced over to Oikawa, seeing the blood on his shirt and his own bruise and split lip.
" Are you okay?" Bokuto spoke up, looking between both of them with concern.
" Do we need to kick some ass?" Kuroo's voice was low and deadly, reminding Oikawa of the threat he received not long ago, betting he would definitely go after their attackers if told to. The other men's faces all went serious and threatening to confirm that they'd go after the person who dared to harm their beloved captain. Hajime sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
" No one's kicking anyone's ass, calm down. I'm clearly fine-"
" You don't look fine though-"
" I'm fine , and I think I already kicked ass tonight from what I remember. I walked home with Oikawa and he insisted on walking home alone, I got a bad feeling and followed him and found him being beat up by four homophobes and then things get fuzzy. But I fought them and one of them hit me on the head and gave me a concussion and I lost consciousness. I'm on the good stuff, so I'm fine guys, really. They told me that all I needed to do was take it easy for a few days and not push myself. I won't have you idiots go off and beat up a couple of dicks and have that ruin Aoba Johsai, especially for my sake. You're smarter than that," Hajime explained, thankfully defusing the situation effortlessly. At least now everyone didn't look ready to murder, but they also didn't look all too happy either. Hanamaki was the first one to speak up,
" I always knew your stupid heroic nature would get you into trouble one of these days," He sighed, giving Hajime a tired look, Hajime only offering him a shrug. That reminded Tooru of what he was upset with in the first place, turning his attention back to his boyfriend.
" Exactly! Taking four guys on at once was so stupid! You could've died ! Don't you ever scare me like that again, Hajime!" Tooru hissed out, pointing an accusing finger at Iwa, able to chastise him now that he's not in danger of dying. Oikawa wanted to hate him for making him nearly have a panic attack, but the coy little smile Hajime gave him made that physically impossible. Their friend's all let out 'ooo's like a group of children- which they really are just children in men's bodies.
" Ooohh~ first names are being thrown out~! You're in troouuble Wazzy~!" Bokuto jeered, flashing one of his blinding smiles, fully perked up now that his friend was safe and sound. Oikawa rolled his eyes playfully at the round of laughter that sparked in the group, most of it probably just a release of tension. His focus was brought back to Iwa when he felt hot lips trailing chaste kisses up his forearm, Iwa avoiding the little smears of blood as he went, probably trying to apologize in every way he can. Tooru only sighed, welcoming the affection after the hell that this night had become.
" You should get cleaned up soon," Iwa whispered so just Oikawa would hear him over the chatter of the group. That prompted Oikawa to glance down at himself, wincing at the fact he looked like a horror movie, blood splattered on his shirt and on his hands and a little up his arm, on his shoulder, there was even a couple drops of blood on his pants. He desperately needed to change clothes.
As if the heavens had opened up, the door calmly opened at the same time a gentle knock came, a familiar stoic face popping into view. Bokuto opened his mouth to yell something in greeting, but Akaashi was on top of it, covering Bokuto's mouth gently, but quickly.
" Hello Koutarou," He muttered evenly, his voice unbelievably calming after everything, Tooru's shoulders slumping with relief. Akaashi has always been like the calm eye of any storm, he'd never get how he manages to change the entire atmosphere of a room. With Bokuto practically melting under his touch thanks to using his first name, Akaashi turned his attention to Oikawa, holding up a plastic bag in his hands. " Bokuto texted me some keyboard smash, so I looked on social media only to find pictures of you in a waiting room, covered in blood. I thought you might need a change of clothes, so I headed over to your place while calling this hospital to ask about Iwaizumi-san. They told me he was fine, so I knew I didn't have to hurry over, knowing everyone was probably here already," Akaashi explained, handing over the bag of clothes to Oikawa who gazed at his best friend like he was the equivalent of a god- and, after looking in the bag and seeing an outfit that Oikawa would've picked out himself, he was certain he must be one. Before Tooru could even open his mouth to question Akaashi, he beat him to it. " My mother works as a nurse, so I knew which hospital it was from the picture of you in the lobby," He easily answered the unasked question, everyone giving him looks of amazement- Bokuto giving him a look of absolute adoration. Hanamaki gave the elegant man a wary look, taking a small step away from him.
" Okay, that's a little disturbing, I gotta say. He's almost too good…" Akaashi ignored Makki's words, instead keeping his eyes on Tooru.
" Also, Sugawara-san will be returning shortly and told me to pass on the fact that he's not happy that you 'stirred up so much trouble in his absence' and will be dealing with you accordingly," Akaashi said calmly, very close with Sugawara thanks to being Oikawa's closest confidant and best friend. The two frequently team up to handle Oikawa properly so he doesn't get too out of hand. Tooru wasn't worried at all by the polite threat, betting Suga put it a different way. He knew that Suga would catch word of everything that's happened with Tooru while he was gone. After all, he did make an effort to create some drama with the whole 'iwaoi' scandal, Suga would've murdered him for that if he was anywhere in the country. Which is why Oikawa has blocked Suga's number so he wouldn't be yelled at. Waving his hand breezily in the air, Tooru tilted his head back haughtily.
" Refreshing-kun should be enjoying himself instead of worrying about me!"
" He knew you would say that and said 'he would be enjoying himself if you weren't making more work for him to deal with once he gets back'. And also, 'do you know how hard it is to enjoy sex while your phone's blowing up because of a man- who's a million miles away from you- creating trouble for his own amusement?! You're the sole reason he's not getting fucked into oblivion, and he'll personally castrate you for being a cock block'." Tooru only smiled at that, enjoying imagining Suga trying to get into it, only to have to stop because of his phone nearly combusting thanks to an influx of messages. Being trouble is something Oikawa enjoys thoroughly.
" I told him to leave his work phone at home, not my fault he's a sadist," Tooru hummed, everyone throwing the two confused looks, no one having met Suga yet. Iwa was the one to voice the question on the group's mind.
" Who's Sugawara…?"
" Basically my handler of sorts. He balances PR stuff; organizing my calendar with interviews and photo shoots and promotions and stuff. He also tends to supervise my social media because he's the one who takes the heat if I post anything controversial. And he helps keep my routines on schedule so I can make certain competitions and whatnot. I like to call him Mr. Refreshing because he's just so bubbly and refreshing. There's a reason why he's the one who handles the media," Oikawa explained while tugging off his disgusting, dry blood covered shirt off, slipping on the new shirt, feeling better already. Iwa pulled a somber face, looking off into the distance.
" Poor guy, I feel bad for anyone who has to deal with someone like you," Oikawa squacked indignantly, giving Iwa a look as the other's burst out laughing, Iwa's eyes starting to droop as he smiled tiredly. Akaashi has to speak louder than he usually does to be heard over the ruckus of everyone.
" Also! The nurse told me that at most Iwaizumi-san can have 3 people visiting him, but since you all were so panicked, she'd allow it for a while but as soon as it started bothering the other patients we'd have to disband. Iwaizumi-san looks like he's starting to get tired, so we should all really start heading out. Iwaizumi is only going to stay the night so they can observe him just encase. Though she said you could stay if you'd like Oikawa-san." And naturally, that's exactly what he did, crawling into Iwa's hospital bed once the guys all left, happy to be next to Hajime again. All the horrible things are now in the past, he has his Iwa-chan all safe in his arms again.
It's been two weeks since the incident, the physical marks no longer all that present - especially for Iwa thanks to his darker skin, meanwhile Tooru has taken to covering his bruises up with makeup. Both of them have taken a break from practicing, Iwa still healing up and not able to practice too hard yet anyways. So they both thought it'd be a good idea to go visit their families, seeing as their childhood homes were surprisingly close together, just a town apart. Both of their mother's have been demanding they return home anyways, all the more reason to take a trip back home.
Since Oikawa's family was closer, they decided on staying there first, a fact that had Iwa on edge for some reason. They disguised themselves in order to take the train there, Oikawa with a surgical mask and his glasses on with a beanie to cover his hair along with one of Iwa's hoodies on, Iwa having it good by just needing to wear a baseball cap and a scarf around his neck. It was a busy weekend, so the train was pretty full, Iwa letting Oikawa take a seat while he stood in front of him, gripping on tight to the handrail. Tooru was pretty excited to get to see his family again, not having seen them in quite a while due to traveling so much. He sees his sister pretty often, but that's because she lives in the cities. Though, the feeling doesn't seem to be mutual for Hajime… Iwa's leg was bouncing nervously, one hand clenched at his side, the other gripping the handrail hard enough that his knuckles turned white. Hajime's whole body was stiff with tension, looking like a rubberband ready to snap at any moment. Frowning behind his mask, Tooru reached out, sliding his hands along Hajime's waist drawing his attention before slipping his hands into Hajime's coat pockets, tugging him closer.
" Hey, what are you so nervous for?" Oikawa whispered, moving a hand from his pocket to the fist clenched at his side, coaxing it into opening so he could lace his fingers with it- not bothered that it was clammy. Tooru wrapped his free arm around Hajime's waist, pulling him forward so he was standing between his legs, resting his chin against the bottom of Hajime's chest. It was with great reluctance that his boyfriend finally let a little of that tension seep out of him with the heavy sigh he let out.
" I'm meeting your parents , of course I'm going to be nervous. I want to leave a good impression on them after all," Iwa mumbled under his breath, Tooru able to feel the vibrations of his voice as he spoke. Tooru clicked his tongue at his troubled boyfriend, not sharing his worries in the least.
" Please, you're amazing, as if they'd have a reason not to like you- which they already do like you from what I've told them- just relax !" Oikawa coaxed, nuzzling his face against the firm abs of his boyfriend that were unfortunately hidden by Iwa's coat. Hajime only grunted in response, shuffling on his feet awkwardly as he determinedly looked at the ceiling of the train.
" ...You're too handsy in public…" Hajime muttered, Oikawa peeking at him to find his face had turned red. The muffled giggles clued him into just why Iwa had suddenly started blushing, Tooru turning his head to the side to find a group of schoolgirls all huddled together, looking right at them. A sneaky smile pulled at Oikawa's lips behind his mask, his eyes shifting slowly back to the flustered Iwaizumi. Sighing loudly, Oikawa let out a petulant little whine, pressing closer to Iwa, forcing his attention back on him.
" Ehh?! What do you mean 'too handsy'?! I'm only expressing my love for you, babe!" Tooru swiftly slipped his hands into Hajime's back pockets, giving his firm ass a nice grope before Hajime could even begin reacting to the pet name. At the precise time that Hajime's face rivals the color of a tomato, sharp squeaks came from the girls, dissolving into barely contained giggles. There's no way they didn't hear his words or see where his hands went. Iwa's hand left the rail as he hissed, hurriedly grabbing at Tooru's wrists to get his wandering hands out of his back pockets.
" Where do you think your hands are going?! D-Dumbass!" The girls were beside themselves, all of their faces flushed and half covered by their hands as they tried to be discrete. Just as Hajime got the offending hands away from him, the train lurched causing Hajime- whose hands had left the rail- to pitch forward. His hands quickly shot out to catch himself, landing on either side of Oikawa's head, his knee settling between Oikawa's legs, all but pinning him to the seat, their faces inches apart. Even though Hajime couldn't see Oikawa's mouth, there was no mistaking that he had a wicked grin on underneath. He lifted a hand to playfully tug at the collar of Iwa's shirt, revealing more of those tasty collarbones.
" Oh~, so forward! I like it~!" Tooru purred lowly, Iwaizumi's face growing a deeper red as the girls nearly imploded in the background. He let out an airy laugh as Iwa pushed away from him, making a point of standing as far back from him while still holding onto the rail.
" You're a dick. I'm breaking up with you," Hajime grumbled unhappily, clearly just saying that and not actually meaning it, only making Tooru laugh that much harder, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He watched on in amusement as Hajime turned his head away from him, his neck still tinted red. Quiet murmurs of 'so cute!' and 'relationship goals though' coming from the group of girls as they returned their attention to their previous conversations now that the show was over. A small nagging voice in the back of Tooru's head kept bothering him… causing an uneasy churning in the pit of his stomach the more he thought about it. Maybe it's just him overthinking everything… Yeah, yeah he's just overthinking like usual. That's all… Oikawa reached out to hook his fingers in Iwa's belt loops, tugging lightly as he gave him a coy smile- that he couldn't see, but at this point he doesn't need to.
" Awh, I'm sorry babe, I'll behave, I promise," Tooru cooed, needing to use another pet name in place of his usual 'Iwa-chan' just to make sure no one recognizes them. The name only got Iwa all flustered again, scratching at his nose to try and hide how embarrassed it got him. With a mumbled ' whatever', the 'argument' was over, Iwa stepping closer to Oikawa, allowing him to hold his hand at least.
If he thought Iwaizumi was nervous on the train , he was downright neurotic standing at the gates of his parent's house, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side, heavy puffs of breath leaving his lips, his body bouncing on the balls of his feet with nervous energy. Tooru pulled the mask off his face, turning towards Iwaizumi with an exasperated sigh.
" Iwa-chan, it'll be fine! Just calm down! You're going to give yourself high blood pressure!" Oikawa tried soothing him, leaning down to place a peck on his cheek with an amused smile. He didn't have to look to put in the code into the keypad to open the gate, so used to it at this point. His parent's house is modest and no bigger than the houses surrounding it, the only thing they allowed him to spend on them was the security system just so any crazy fans or paparazzi wouldn't bother them at all. Otherwise they down right refused to have him buy anything expensive for them, not caring that he makes more than enough money to spare. They don't want any handouts. His mother might like to live and dress lavishly, but she'll only buy expensive clothing with her own money and never asks for anyone else to buy her pricey things. Tooru's rise to stardom really changed nothing but his parent's TV watching habits- seeing as they never missed any broadcasts of his competitions if they couldn't go to them themselves.
Iwaizumi slapped his face lightly in an attempt to calm himself down as they both walked up to the front door, both of them taking their hats off now that they don't have to disguise themselves. With an encouraging kiss to Iwa's ear, Oikawa unlocked the door, both of them heading inside with their luggage.
" We're home~!" Tooru called out cheerfully, getting happy noises of acknowledgment in response as they started taking off their shoes and coats. Oikawa's parents peeked their heads around the corner, making Iwa stand up straighter and give them a little respectful bow. Tooru laughed at how stiff Iwa was being, finding it cute how badly he wants to impress his parents. Before he could remind him that he doesn't need to be so stiff, hurried pounding of feet coming down the hallway interrupted him. A glowing Takeru bound his way toward them, spreading out his arms, Oikawa getting a warm and fuzzy feeling at seeing his nephew looking so excited.
" Hajime !" He hollered, surprising both of the men in the entryway. Tooru scoffed indignantly as Takeru threw himself at Iwa, Hajime easily lifting him with a laugh, clearly not having expected Takeru to be so excited to see him . Hajime lifting Takeru was slightly comical with how gangly and tall Takeru is, his feet not all that far off the ground as Hajime twirled him around slightly like he did with Hiroko. Iwa looked so much more relaxed now, comfortable with the distraction Takeru offered him.
" Hey Takeru, how've you been? Hiro keeps yelling at me that she wants to hang with you more, so I thought I should pass on the message," Hajime greeted, moving his hands to he was just grabbing onto Takeru's legs, making him dangle upside down, giggling like crazy.
" I've been great! We text and everything, but it would be cool to hang with her again, tell her I'll get on planning something," Takeru easily responded, putting his hands on the ground as he tried his best to send Iwa a beaming smile. " But you seriously need to come up to my room! I got these cool new action figures and stuff! You'vegot to see them!" He gushed, wiggling out of Hajime's grasp, gracefully flipping onto his feet. It shocked Oikawa how lively his nephew was being, never having seen him that giddy and excited to be around someone. Sure, thanks to Hiroko, Iwa's spent a good deal of time around Takeru, but it usually takes him a long time to warm up to someone. Takeru reached out to grab Hajime's hand, insistently tugging to try and get Hajime moving, whining childishly. Iwaizumi only laughed at his insistence, reclaiming his hand to grab both of their luggage.
" Hold on, hold on, I've got to get this in first!" Iwa chuckled, allowing himself to be tugged along by his shirt, Takeru pretty much bouncing , leaving Tooru more than a little heartbroken. Pouting, Tooru crossed his arms over his chest as he followed along behind them.
" Gee thanks for that warm welcome, Take-chan , so glad that my own nephew completely ignores me in favor of Iwa-chan !" He complained, getting Takeru to look around Iwa, giving Tooru his usual passive expression.
" Oh yeah, you're here too. 'Sup." Oikawa clutched at his chest, wincing at the verbal slap his nephew just gave him. Naturally Takeru wasn't at all affected by Tooru's offense, simply just returning to try and drag Iwaizumi up to his bedroom. Tooru went back to pouting petulantly, Iwa turning his head to look back at him, offering a sympathetic smile and a mouthed 'sorry'. As they passed Oikawa's parents, Iwaizumi started bowing in apology, saying that he was sorry that he couldn't greet them properly right now. Takeru cut him off by grabbing at their luggage, placing one of the bags next to the couch. " Come on, just put them here and let's go!" Hajime let out another laugh, following Takeru's instructions and setting their luggage down by the couch, getting Takeru to give him a wide smile. Abruptly, Takeru started for the stairs, calling out, " Race ya there!" To which Hajime let out a noise of protest, taking off after the laughing Takeru with a smile on his face. Tooru's sister had poked her head out of the kitchen to watch Takeru and Hajime take off for upstairs, all four Oikawas standing in stunned silence.
" I've never seen Takeru be so… childish and excited! It's about time he actually acts like a kid! I think my heart just melted a little bit!" Tooru's sister leaned against the wall, fanning herself dramatically as she swooned. His mother chirped her agreement, clapping her hands together happily as she turned towards Tooru.
" Oh yes! Hajime-kun is very handsome too! If Takeru approves then he must be a fantastic guy!" She gushed quietly, not wanting to talk loud enough that Iwaizumi could potentially hear her from upstairs. Despite his bold claims that Hajime didn't need to be worried about meeting his family, Tooru felt a weight ease off his shoulders at finding his family already loved him without even properly meeting him. Oikawa's father just nodded silently with a faint smile, never being one for talking. He's the one Oikawa got his charms and half his looks from.
Heavy footsteps coming back towards the stairs halted anymore conversation on that subject. Oikawa bit back a laugh at watching Takeru and Iwa walk back down the stairs. Takeru had on a cape and a big crown perched on his head, clearly playing a king of some sort. Iwa was just behind him, holding up his cape so Takeru wouldn't trip over it, he also had a cape on, it looking comical just barely draped over his shoulders, a thin crown on his head and two wooden swords in his hands along with various other toys of Takeru's. Oikawa had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing, finding it so endearing of Hajime to just allow himself to be dragged around by a kid.
" Hey ma! Hajime and I are gonna go play outside, okay?" Takeru called out, barely waiting for a response, already having his hands on the sliding door to the backyard. His sister called back that it was fine, so long as they were back in come dinner time, and attempted to tell them to put on their shoes, but it fell on deaf ears. Both of them just hurriedly pulled their socks off and were out the door before she even finished talking. Hajime at least made sure to shut the door behind them before he took off after Takeru. Tooru was surprised at both his mother and sister hurrying over to the kitchen window, cooing over the two frolicking in the backyard. Unable to help himself, he moved closer, peeking above them to glimpse his boyfriend and nephew. Hajime was running away from Takeru, looking to be laughing as he headed straight for the tree they had. Tooru's heart stuttered as he watched Hajime jump up and grab one of the lower branches, heaving himself up.
" Hajime?! What on earth are you doing?!" He hissed under his breath, the two Oikawa women laughing behind their hands as Tooru's blood pressure spiked. Takeru jumped at Iwa, trying to get close enough to hit him with his wooden sword, but Iwa was too high up now for him to reach anymore. A choked squeak came from Tooru as Hajime hung upside down, just his legs around the branch. Beside himself with concern, Tooru threw open the window while ignoring the fact that the two ladies next to him were doubled over laughing. " Hajime! Get out of the tree, are you insane?! What if you hurt yourself?! " Tooru shouted, getting Iwa's attention, trying to not get weak in the knees at the charming- abet upside down- smile he was thrown in return.
" I've done this a million times, I'll be fine , relax Tooru! I spent a third of my childhood in trees, I know how to climb them." If that was supposed to reassure Oikawa, it didn't. The 'incident' still has him more than a little traumatized.
" You weren't just recovering from a concussion then! Get. Out. Of. The. Tree!" That earned him a scoff and an exasperated eyeroll, but thankfully Hajime humored him and righted himself so he was sitting on the branch versus dangling off of it.
" Fine, fine, I'm getting out," He drawled, looking pointedly down at Takeru with a frown. " Hey, you better let me get out and not cheat! I didn't get you when you tripped over your cape!" Takeru flashed him a wide grin that promised absolutely nothing.
" Of courssee! I play fair!"
" You're a dirty liar too, you've got your uncle's blood in you so you don't know how to play fair, jerk." Tooru couldn't even be upset by the insult to his person, too busy being relieved by Hajime jumping safely out of the tree. Sighing contently, Tooru closed the window only to get two hands patting his upper arms. Turning his head, he found the trademark Oikawa Smirk on both his sister and mother's faces, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
" Oh man, you're so smitten baby bro!" Oh god , she said smitten , who says that ?! " Talk about being overprotective! He's a grown man! I think he knows what he can and can't do by now!" She dissolved into laughter then, making Tooru puff up indignantly. He was fully prepared to launch into a speech about how Iwaizumi certainly does not know what he can and cannot do based on his stupid sense of heroism, but the gentle hand on his arm stopped him. He turned his attention over to his mother, taken aback by her warm smile that went as far as making the corners of her eyes crinkle. A phantom sense of embarrassment crept up his spine, taking him back to the last time he got that smile- when he was a teen and his mom slyly told him she knew full-well that he was gay and how he didn't need to hide it from her. With his face already beginning to flush, Tooru weighed his options of just running away before she can blurt out whatever it is she's going to say.
" You know," Oh no, it's too late … " they say that men who are good with kids make great husbands." Her voice lilted in a playful manner, not even needing to wink to get the suggestive hint across. Tooru's eyes widened as images of Hajime in a suit standing across the altar from him, saying those two horrible words in that velvety voice of his flashed through his head. In a rush his entire being flushed red, his mouth opening and closing uselessly as the two women fell into another round of giggles. Covering his face with his hands, he tried- and failed, oh so hard- to expel the visions of Hajime whispering promises and declarations of love to him and kissing him with such painfully tender passion. Fuck, he's not ready at all for that kind of thing yet! But… it scares him how nice it sounds at the same time, and how easy it is to imagine it being reality… Nope! This is not happening , this is all his mother's fault for planting such an awful idea in his head!
" O-Ohmygod! You broke him ! Look how red he is!"
" Now now, come on you two, leave the poor boy alone! He didn't come home to have you two harassing him about his love life!" Mercifully, his father calmly jumped in to his rescue, his sister grumbling her dissent. " Though Hajime-kun does look like the type to look very nice in a suit, I've gotta say," Tooru let out an anguished cry as the mental image firmly lodged itself in his brain, sinking down to the ground with his arms covering his head. Of course his entire family would be against him, why did he think his dad was being nice ?!
Thankfully his family left him alone for the rest of the evening, the whole 'marrying Iwa-chan' thing still nagging the back of his mind thanks to them. He even attempted to pet Leia- their old, finicky family cat that he obviously named after the badass Princess Leia from Star Wars- but she turned her nose up at him and batted at his hand before swatting him with her tail as she walked away. She's always been a diva, but old age has made her even more bitter and hateful towards anyone who isn't currently feeding her. The last time Tooru could freely pet her was when she was a kitten, before she grew spoiled and petulant. Stewing in his rejection on the couch, Tooru continued pouting as Leia proceeded to bathe herself like his hands soiled her, only getting up when his mother called him over to help set the table.
His sister went over to the door to the backyard, yelling out of it that the 'boys' needed to get in here and get washed up before dinner because it'd be ready in like 20 minutes and it was getting dark. The two in question trudged back into the house, both out of breath and horribly disheveled from apparently rolling around on the ground by the looks of them. Tooru's sister tutted at her son, immediately dragging him to the bathroom while demanding he wash up, Takeru not going without loud complaints and weak attempts to struggle. Tooru looked over to Hajime, who was putting on his socks to skip needing to wash his dirty feet off, Tooru frowning at him. Grabbing a wet rag, Oikawa stomped over to Iwa, who's confusion was met with a rag to the face.
" Honestly Hajime, you're supposed to be the adult ! Now you look even more like a caveman brute!" Oikawa chastised as Iwaizumi shoved at him, trying to escape from the sudden ambush from a dish cloth.
" Hey! Knock it off! I can do it myself, stupid!" He hissed, doing his best to glare at Oikawa through the cloth, too tired to fight him too much. Eventually he just sighed, allowing Tooru to grab his face and wipe away all the grime. After also wiping off his arms, Tooru took a step back, putting his hands on his hips with pride at returning his boyfriend to an acceptable state. Hajime just rolled his eyes at him, lightly knocking his fist against Tooru's jaw in an affectionate 'punch'. " And you call me the group mom…" He muttered, dragging himself over to the couch, plopping heavily onto it. Seeming to have forgotten his initial worries about Oikawa's parents, Iwa put his arms on the back of the couch, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes, completely drained. Smiling to himself, Tooru only hummed, heading back into the kitchen to finish setting the table- and pointedly ignoring his mother's knowing smile at him having cleaned off Hajime.
Nanami- his sister -returned back into the kitchen with a heavy sigh and mussed hair from having to fight her son over getting the earth off of him. Takeru has always been fussy about getting clean, even since he was a baby. Not long after that, the food was finished and getting set out, Tooru heading back into the living room to tell Iwa and Takeru that it was time to eat, stopping short once he reached the couch. Tooru's heart swelled ten times its usual size, his hand coming up to cover the wide smile on his face. Both of them were fast asleep, tired from their thorough play session. As if that wasn't cute enough, Takeru was splayed over Hajime, his face nuzzled into the crook of Hajime's neck, one arm loosely hooked around it, legs on either side of Hajime's. Hajime himself hadn't really changed position since Tooru had seen him last, only having moved one hand to rest comfortably against Takeru's head. They looked so cute and cozy and peaceful, Oikawa almost didn't want to even wake the two up for fear of interrupting something so adorable. Quietly pulling out his phone, Oikawa snapped a picture of the endearing scene, feeling considerably warm and fuzzy now. Humming softly, Tooru walked closer, leaning down to place a kiss right under Iwa-chan's ear.
" Hajime~, hey there, it's time to get up babe," He purred soothingly, moving to trail kisses down the other side of his neck, getting a tired grunt in response. Laughing softly, Tooru kept kissing along Hajime's jawline, walking his fingers along his arms, feeling the muscles there flex in response to the touch. It just makes him so incredibly happy that his boyfriend and nephew get along so well already, he can't help but kiss Hajime for being so amazing. That and it's still so oddly attractive to see Iwa be so incredible with kids- Oikawa wanting to strangle his family for the phrase 'good husband material' flashing across his mind. With a chaste kiss to the lips, Iwa finally frowned and swatted vaguely at the direction he assumed Oikawa was (he missed) with a disgruntled noise. Keeping his eyes closed, Hajime turned his head so his cheek was pressed against Takeru's peach fuzz covered head.
" Hey, Ru, time to eat buddy, come on," He sleepily mumbled, Takeru whining and burying his face further into Hajime's neck. After a little more whining, Hajime managed to get Takeru up and trudging his way into the kitchen, slowly waking up as he went.
His family managed to not embarrass him by harassing Hajime, only asking him the usual questions like what he liked to do, what his family was like, how being a professional hockey player was going for him, ect. Iwaizumi easily answered all the questions, less tense now that he had a good deal of unwinding time. Though he tried to apologize at the beginning for being a 'horrible house guest', calling his mother 'Mrs. Oikawa', to which he promptly got told calling her Aunty was perfectly fine and that he's been a wonderful guest thus far. Iwa then proceeded to win over his father by commenting on his dad's old fashioned car that was in the garage- it's pretty much his 'other child' since his dad is the stereotypical gear head. You could see the stars light up in Mr. Oikawa's eyes when Hajime mentioned his precious baby.
" Oh? I wasn't aware that you had an interest in old cars Hajime!" It was almost cute in a way how excited his father looked to finally talk to someone about his car. No one else in the family really knew anything about cars so he always enjoyed his hobby in silence. Tooru knows that he definitely got his passionate nature from his father, both of them putting every bit of themselves into whatever they have interests in. Hajime rubbed the back of his neck shyly, letting out a nervous laugh.
" Well, my dad used to love old cars when I was growing up, so I learned to have a soft spot for them too. I just couldn't help but notice your 1969 Boss 429 Mustang and that insane engine! I've never seen one, so I've only heard how huge it is, but man , that power that bad boy must have!" With that said, it was all over for Mr. Oikawa. That was as good as a marriage proposal- again with the marriage talk?! Tooru really doesn't love his family too much right now - his entire face lighting up as he beamed at Hajime.
" Her engine is absolutely gorgeous , oh, you'll have to remind me to show you under the hood before you leave, you'll love it! The only downside is that there's no air conditioning, but she's still a fine piece of machine!" The conversation then drifted off into mechanical terms that meant as much as gibberish to Tooru. The only thing that made it tolerable was the look Hajime got as he talked car with his father, it was as if he was a kid again. Letting his warm gaze drift over Hajime's features as he talked animatedly about how to fix something, Oikawa rested his hand on Hajime's thigh. He didn't mean anything sexual by it, it was just a gesture to show the other that he was happy (though Hajime definitely didn't notice his hand's presence at all).
His sister drew the conversation back to something the rest of them would understand, asking Hajime about why he wanted to be in sports medicine and how that was like for him when he went for a little bit. During his explanation, Takeru took an especially big bite of food, getting it on his mouth. Without even missing a beat, Hajime took his napkin and grabbed Takeru's face, turning it to face him and wiping it without complaint from Takeru. Tooru's sister watched on with stunned silence written all over her face, Takeru not being one to accept getting his face wiped off without pitching a fit. Once Hajime was satisfied he let Takeru go back to eating, not even breaking his story, Takeru happily going back to eating as if nothing had happened. He did insist on sitting next to Hajime and it seems like he's content with being cleaned up by Hajime too. Nanami glanced over to Tooru, raising an eyebrow at him with a slow smile stretching her lips. Tooru shrugged and mouthed ' He's perfect' as a response.
As if Hajime hadn't already done enough to woo his whole family, once they were all done, Hajime was the first to get up, declaring that he'd be happy to wash dishes. He insisted that since Mrs. Oikawa went to all the trouble to make a delicious dinner, she shouldn't have to wash the dishes.
" You're putting me up in your home and cooking for me, I need to pull my weight to make it up to you and thank you for your kindness," Hajime simply stated, already gathering up the dishes and bringing them to the sink as Mrs. Oikawa put her hand to her chest in surprise. Once she processed everything, Mrs. Oikawa all but melted, giving Hajime her thousand watt smile, waving a dismissive hand in Hajime's direction.
" Oh, you don't have to do that dear! You should relax! You've had a long trip and I'm sure work down to the bone as the captain of a professional team! Enjoy your break!" She gushed, getting up with flare, clasping her hands together. She tutted at Hajime when he opened his mouth to protest, hurrying over to him, lightly batting his hands away from the dishes he put in the sink. " I insist! If it makes you feel better, Tooru will do them for me. I always had to bend over backwards to get him to wash anything, so it'll only be fair," She hummed, patting Hajime's cheek fondly before cutting a look over to Tooru that dared him to protest against it. Huffing out a breath, Tooru crossed his arms over his chest, brushing past Hajime.
" That's not fair, my whole family loves you more than they love me, jerk," He mumbled under his breath, glumly walking over to the sink, pouting at the dishes. Hajime only laughed softly, moving to playfully flick Tooru's ear.
" Stop being so dramatic, you dork," Hajime lightly teased, giving Tooru a swoon worthy, warm smile that once again proved how impossible it is to stay mad at him. He's too perfect. Trying to keep up his front of resentment, Tooru made a displeased noise as he turned his head away, turning on the faucet to start washing the dishes. With the water running, he didn't hear his mom escorting Hajime into the living room. Thankfully there weren't many dishes, so Tooru finished up pretty fast, not enjoying it in the least. Though he supposes that he doesn't mind helping his mother out considering he doesn't get to see her much anymore.
Wiping his hands on a towel, he walked out into the living room, pausing as he counted the people in it and coming up one crucial person short. His mom and dad were there, Nanami was probably putting Takeru to bed and Hajime….? Tooru's blood ran cold at his boyfriend's absence, knowing there were only so many places he could've gone. Glancing over to the side of the couch, Tooru felt even more nauseous at their luggage missing. Oh no…
" Where…. Where did Iwa-chan go…?" He hesitantly asked, almost afraid to hear the answer that he knows he's going to get. Why hadn't he thought about this earlier?! Of course this was going to happen, he's such an idiot. His mother blinked curiously up at him, tilting her head to the side to make her chocolate curls bounce.
" I told him that he could bring your stuff up to your old room-" Tooru took off for the stairs like a shot, gut twisting up like a pretzel. Oh fuck, that's not good! He barely heard his mother sputtering after him, probably confused why Tooru was so panicked over Hajime simply being in his old bedroom. If only she knew how horrible that really is for Tooru. Making it up the stairs in record time, Oikawa whipped around the corner, feeling the color drain from his face at seeing Hajime standing in the doorway of his room. Even from this distance, Tooru could make out the wide, wobbly smile on Hajime's lips, a laugh being suppressed. A squawk slipped out of Tooru as he launched himself at Hajime, hoping to lessen the damage that had been already caused.
" I-Iwa-chan! No! We're gonna be in the other guest room! Don't look!" Oikawa plead, reaching around Iwaizumi to try and pull the door to his room shut, but Iwa firmly planted his foot in the door's path, keeping it open. His laugh couldn't be held back any longer, a warm, velvety laugh washing over Tooru's ears.
" Are you kidding me?! How could I not look?! This is fucking amazing, you're an even bigger nerd than I thought you were, holy shit!" Hajime breathed, not breaking eye contact despite Tooru grabbing onto Hajime and attempting to bodily haul his boyfriend out of his old room. Said room was covered with Star Wars, X- Files, and various space related movie posters, cliche glow in the dark stars dotting his ceiling in accurate constellation form (because just having them there wasn't enough for young Tooru), alien plushies piled on his bed, his comforter a star map print with a Han Solo throw blanket over it, along with many, many Fox Mulder pictures taped just above his headboard. It was horrible. Seeing as his boyfriend decided to become an immovable brick wall, Tooru just groaned, dropping his head to Hajime's shoulder to hide his red face. " Can't imagine who you had a crush on as a teen, considering there are two guy's faces plastered all over your walls. Aren't they both kind of horrible guys though? One's a dangerous lady killer and the other is crazy and paranoid? I'm a little worried about your taste in men." Tooru hit Hajime on the back for insulting his precious Han Solo and Mulder, pouting when that earned him another laugh from Hajime.
" Shut up, they both have redemption and deserve love! And you're my boyfriend, so isn't that indirectly insulting yourself?!"
" I'm the only good choice you've made," Hajime retorted, the smirk evident in his voice as his deep voice vibrated against Tooru's chest. The worst part was that he couldn't argue with that. Hajime has been one of the few good choices he's made in his life. Peeking over Hajime's shoulder, Oikawa let out a sigh as his eyes met twinkling emerald gems. " If your apartment is anything like this room, I have to see it. Is that why I've never been to your apartment?" Iwa asked, his wide grin slowly returning the longer his question went unanswered, Tooru busy tripping over his tongue. Straightening up, Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest, frowning at the carpet.
" W-Well I couldn't bring you to my bedroom if I ever wanted to have sex with you! Star Wars and Fox Mulder don't exactly scream 'sex', well, depending on who you are...that is," Tooru mumbled, face growing redder as Hajime continued to stare at him with that look that was too attractive for him to handle.
" O-kay, let's get ready for bed before we end up delving into your desire to bang Mulder, you dork," Hajime chuckled, carrying the luggage inside the room, looking oddly in place inside it. It was like he's been there for all of his life, like he belonged there and had just been waiting to take his rightful place. The various people he's had sex with inside this room flashed in his mind, remembering how every single one just seemed… wrong. Yet… watching Iwa-chan crouch down to dig through his bag made a warm feeling stir inside Oikawa's chest, it so easy to imagine he was 17 again, a young Iwaizumi insulting his taste in movies and decor. Tooru's breath shuddered on the way out, his eyes stinging with the beginning of tears welling up. There was a saying that came to his mind just then, something along the lines of not looking for someone to change your life, but looking for the one who makes it feel like they've been there all along. Nothing could've fit the situation better… Tooru hurried to blink the tears away, not wanting to try and explain why he was standing in his doorway tearing up over nothing. For one, fleeting instant, Hajime looked years younger when he looked over his shoulder, face rounder, eyes filled with childish innocence, slight creases evened out. With a blink of an eye it was gone and the - even more handsome, Tooru has to admit - Hajime he knows replaced him. The bewildered look he got was understandable, seeing as Oikawa just spent a solid minute standing mute in the hall. " Tooru…?"
" Just got lost in my thoughts is all, Iwa-chan! You know me!" Oikawa brushed off, humming as he walked in to look through his own bag. The warm and fuzzy sense of bizarre nostalgia still held steadfast in his chest, bringing a soft smile to his face.
Oikawa soon found himself lounging on his bed, glasses perched on his nose, one of Iwaizumi's Aoba Johsai t shirts used as his sleep shirt with some comfy sweats. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander the shelf of awards he earned over the years, placing it right where he couldn't miss it. He used it as his reminder that it was never enough , he could always aim higher . Never settle just because you reached the top. He knows all too well that there are always more people ready to come up from behind and take your place. Comfortable in his thoughts, he didn't immediately realize Iwaizumi had returned from the bathroom. Flicking his eyes over, his breath escaped in a hiss at seeing Hajime leaning against the frame of the door. Intense eyes were trained on him, only thin briefs covering his mouth watering hips, thick arms crossed sexily over his chest. Oh baby, if 17 year old him could see him now and know what hunk would be standing in his room now… His lips quirked as he let his eyes roam over that expanse of coiled muscle, knowing every dip and crevice of it now, slowly licking his lips.
" Eyes are up here, space nerd," Iwa-chan chastised lightly, having lost most of his shyness over Oikawa's wandering eyes. Tooru only hummed as he watched Hajime's hips sway as he walked over to the bed, fingers twitching to touch him already. A frown quickly pulled at his lips when Hajime paused his stride, Tooru ready to protest. " I didn't know you had a cat." The abrupt statement took Tooru aback, having thought he was about to have the best lay he's ever had in this bed. He looked up to find Iwa's head turned towards his door, Leia herself cautiously looking into the room, wary of the new presence.
" Oh, yeah, that's Leia, I wouldn't try petting her though, she's kind of a diva," Tooru mumbled, put off by the ruined mood, glaring at his cat for cock blocking him. Iwa completely ignored him though, crouching down and wiggling his fingers in her direction, making kissing sounds to try and coax her over.
" Come on pretty girl, come on, I just wanna pet you, yeah? I won't hurt you," Iwa's voice went as soft as Tooru's ever heard it, surprised that Hajime could sound that gentle and silky. Lord knows that call would work on him if he was a cat - fuck, who's he kidding, it'd work on him as a human too, Hajime's voice always makes him weak in the knees. To Oikawa's complete surprise, Leia slowly started walking towards Hajime, eying his wiggling fingers and then his face and back. His mouth completely fell open at Leia smelling his fingers before coyly nuzzling her face against them. Betrayal bristled up in Tooru, watching sourly as Iwa proceeded to softly pet Leia, scratching under her chin in a way that had her purring like he had never heard her before. Ultimate betrayal. " Yeah, I knew your dad was just talking shit, huh Leia baby?" Hajime cooed as Leia bumped her head against Hajime's knee, rubbing her whole body up against him, Tooru getting more jealous by the second. When Hajime pulled his hand away Leia looked up at him and let out the cutest, softest meow that melted Tooru's heart immediately. Determined, he quickly crawled over to them, sitting next to Iwa, giving Leia the most charming smile he could muster.
" Hey, Leia, give me some love too, I only have had you your entire life you know. I deserve some affection, don't I?" Leia gave his hand the look he usually gets, her eyes narrowing at him before lifting her nose haughtily in the air. Puffing up, she got up and turned tail, elegantly stalking out of the room and breaking Oikawa's heart. Iwa of course found that funny, laughing at his misery.
" Even she knows you're trash."
" It's official! Every single person in my family loves you better than me! It's not fair!" Oikawa whined, sitting back with a sulky huff.
" I've always been good with animals though," That only made Oikawa even more upset, liking that Iwa got along with his family, but still jealous over all the attention Iwa was getting.
" Of course you are! You're good at everything! You're perfect Iwa-chan! Even my bitter cat who doesn't give anyone the time of day, was all purrs and cute meows over you!" Tooru bit out, his anger boiling over pointlessly, knowing how stupid and childish he was being. It's hard to help it when he has the definition of perfection as his boyfriend. Oikawa looked off to the side, brooding like a spoiled child, jumping when hot lips caressed his ear.
" Are you seriously getting jealous over a cat , Tooru?" Hajime murmured into his ear, amusement evident in his tone. Tooru jutted out his bottom lip in defiance, already starting to feel stupid about his outburst, pride keeping him from completely giving in. Tooru's breath sucked in as a gasp at those lips trailing down his neck, tilting his head to the side as his eyes fluttered closed. All too effortlessly Tooru melted under Hajime's lips, turning his shoulders towards Hajime to encourage him to keep going. His hand reached up to paw at Iwa's bicep, all but purring in a way not unlike Leia. Iwa's lips reached the base of his throat, mouthing it in a way that had Tooru's mind reeling, breathy gasps filling the air. All too soon his lips left his throat, kissing his jaw tenderly, hand covering his. " Remember who it is I'm dating next time you get jealous over something like me getting along with your family," Hajime whispered in a low, sensual voice, succeeding in getting Oikawa hot under the collar. " Now get in bed, Tooru," Iwa breathed, lightly hitting Oikawa's thigh as he got up, moving to close the door to the bedroom and turn off the light.
Tooru scrambled to get back into bed, hoping to finally get the action he thought was coming earlier. He scooted over to make room for Hajime on the small, one person bed, eagerly watching Iwa walk back over to him, his heart hammering in his chest. He was all too happy to press up against Hajime as soon as he settled on the bed, running a hand down his side.
" I think little third year me would've pissed himself if he knew he'd have the hottest man alive in his bed in the future," Oikawa purred against Iwa's ear, kissing hotly down the side of his neck, working a couple fingers under the band of his briefs, pushing them off his hip. Tooru was jarred from his lusty haze at his hand being shoved away, Iwa pulling his briefs back up with an irritated click of his tongue.
" I am not having sex with you in your fucking childhood room with your family just down the hall, dumbass," Hajime hissed, scooting the tiniest bit away from him, the size of the bed making it hard for him to prove a point. Tooru felt lost, having thought that kissing earlier meant Iwa was in the mood, but obviously that's not the case. " So you keep it in your pants or I'm kicking you out onto a cot," At the firm boundaries being set, Oikawa whined again, hating having to just deal with the heat running through his veins instead of acting on it.
" Come on Hajime! This is like a dream come true! I'm sure it's on my bucket list somewhere! I'm already hard!" He complained urgently, watching Hajime stiffen with embarrassment at him announcing his erection so easily.
" I'm especially not having sex with fucking Luke Skywalker in a provocative pose staring at me from across the room,"
" It's Han Solo , excuse you!"
" Same difference. I'm still not fucking you."
" Iwaaa-channn! This is unfair! You totally led me on! You have to take responsibility! You can't just leave me like this!" Tooru moaned unhappily, staring at the back of Hajime's head imploringly, hoping with enough begging he'd get his way.
" Watch me," Iwa countered with a finality in his voice that left no room for arguing. " Now shut up and go to sleep, I'm tired," Tooru sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back with a pout, feeling incredibly unsatisfied. Taking off his glasses, Tooru leaned over Hajime to place them on the night stand before snuggling up to Iwa all the same. Thankfully he was allowed that much, not sure what he'd do if he had to keep his hands completely to himself. Tooru was more tired than he thought, passing out within minutes of burying his face into Hajime's hair. It was some of the best sleep he's had in awhile.
Iwaizumi, not surprisingly, was the first one to wake up the next morning, completely tangled up in his lanky boyfriend. He took a moment to appreciate Tooru's wild nest of hair, smiling fondly down at him, lazily running his fingers through the soft mess. Oikawa's lips were parted, an oh so attractive puddle of drool on the pillow. Man, he's not a pretty sleeper… but yet Hajime still finds the scene attractive in a way. Tooru's face was peaceful and relaxed, almost angelic if you didn't know the second he woke up he turns into a little shit. Slipping silently from those long limbs, he placed a gentle kiss on his temple, smiling at the sleepy murmur that got him.
After managing to find some sweat pants to make himself decent, Hajime quietly tiptoed out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. It felt strange to be walking around a house he's not familiar with when everyone else is sleeping. He's never been one to be able to immediately make himself at home. Leia weaved herself through his legs, mewling at him softly, it too early to be able to appreciate it properly. Walking down stairs, he looked over the photos lined on the wall, smiling at the pictures of Oikawa through the years, getting more and more handsome as time passed. Even though the photos you could sense his outgoing personality blooming into what it is today.
" You're an early riser too, huh?" A soft voice called, startling Hajime into whipping around to find Oikawa's mother sitting elegantly on the couch, long fingers wrapped comfortably around her mug. Her hair was perfectly styled, very much unlike her son's when he wakes up, though she might be like him in the way that they both style it before their eyes even open. He wouldn't put it past another Oikawa to go out of their way to make themselves presentable even at ungodly hours of the morning. His theory was further proved by the fact she was already dressed as well, a professional looking black skirt on with a silk button up that looked worryingly expensive. Apparently all the Oikawa's want to make him feel inferior with their constant state of perfection. He's lucky he has sleeping Tooru to make himself feel better or he'd really be embarrassed by his normality . It dawned on him that he was currently in just sweats, no shirt, and his hair probably a hot mess from sleep. He felt drastically underdressed compared to Mrs. Oikawa, almost feeling like he should be dressed for an interview or something. Or at the very least wearing a shirt. I mean, being around your boyfriend's mother with your shirt off just doesn't feel right. Especially since he had met her just the previous night. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Iwa slowly made his way over to the couch.
" Heh, yeah. It's a bad habit really," Hajime nervously replied as he sat down on the arm chair next to Mrs. Oikawa, but was far enough away that he didn't feel as awkward. He accepted her offer of a cup of tea, thankful for the distraction it offered him, easing a bit of his tension. For a moment both of them sat in companionable silence, their hands warmed by their mugs.
" Would you like to see some more photos?" Hajime was startled from his peaceful silence, blinking owlishly at the older woman across from him. At seeing his confusion, Mrs. Oikawa laughed behind her hand, gesturing to the pictures along the staircase that Hajime had looked at while making his way down here. " It's just that you seemed to enjoy looking at them, I thought I'd offer to show you some more, if you were interested, that is?" An opportunity to see embarrassing photos of Tooru? Count Iwaizumi in!
The two both leaned over the coffee table where the older woman had set out a hefty photo album, cooing over pictures of her children and explaining the stories behind each one. Hajime couldn't help the fond smile that came over his face, enjoying seeing his lover before he became who he is now. Hajime laughed affectionately when he spotted one picture that made his heart melt a little. There was a young Tooru, big brown eyes hidden behind a pair of black frames that were entirely too big for his small face, a reluctant smile revealing his brace filled mouth. It was so endearing and cute, it apparently being shortly after he got his braces and was the first picture they finally got him to smile in. Another picture that caught Hajime's eye was a little harder to look at without wanting to laugh. Tooru was sitting buck naked in a small inflatable pool, a little alien and flying saucer in his hands. His back was to the camera, his head turned to flash a beaming smile, his still too big glasses askew on his face. He had insisted on playing in the pool without his trunks on because 'aliens don't wear swim trunks, ma!', according to his mother. There were pictures of him in middle school, holding up best setter awards, ones of him in the middle of a jump serve, one of him that proved even the Great Oikawa Tooru had an awkward teen phase where his limbs were entirely too gangly, being wrapped up in a space themed blanket with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. Iwa paused when he reached the high school section of the album, his lungs struggling to intake air at seeing Oikawa's senior picture. He looked absolutely breathtaking, his head was tilted to the side just right, his hair aggravatingly flawless, his posture relaxed with a soft smile on his lips. He was beautiful . You could feel the lively energy swimming in his endless brown eyes, ready to take on the world.
" Right? That's one of my favorite pictures of Tooru. He's certainly a very pretty man, wouldn't you say?" Hajime was once again startled by the eldest female Oikawa, feeling his face heat up as he jerked his head back to look at her. He hadn't realized that he had been ogling Oikawa's picture much longer than he should've been right in front of his mother . The woman in front of him was giving him a knowing smile as he stuttered hopelessly, having to look away from her at seeing the amused twinkle in her eyes.
" U-Um, I, uh, yeah, he's... picture, pretty, it's a nice picture yeah ," Iwa fumbled out, managing to string somewhat of a sentence out of his choppy words. Iwaizumi felt like he was downing as he floundered in front of his boyfriend's mother, wishing he had just stayed in Tooru's room where he could've avoided embarrassment. His eyes widened before flicking back to the older woman at feeling her smaller hand rest on top of his.
" You can take it with you, if you'd like." Hajime's entire body felt flush, not sure what to do with himself anymore.
" N-No! I can't ta-"
" I have a full sized version in a frame, so I don't need this one. So go ahead and take it. I'll even get a frame for you," He stared silently at Mrs. Oikawa, his mouth hanging open uselessly, only closing when she got up and winked at him. Iwa stuttered out a thank you to her as she took the photo from the album for him. He's forgotten how creepily aware mother's can be, knowing just what would send him into a tizzy. Sure, he won't mind having another picture of Oikawa, too infatuated for it to be good for his health. Iwaizumi sat in stunned silence, picking up the album to set it in his lap. The silence didn't last long when a strained squeak sounded from the stairs.
" Ah?! Iwa-chan! What are you looking at?!" Oikawa hissed, hurrying over to him, his face already red as he reached out to snatch the album away from him. Iwa was too fast for him though, planting a hand in Tooru's chest, pushing him an arm's length away, holding out the book as far as he could to avoid Tooru's long reach. " Iwa-channn! No! That's so embarrassing! You can't look at that!" He whined, all but trying to climb on top of Iwa to get the book back. Hajime let himself dissolve into laughter, twisting in the chair to get himself further away from Oikawa. Tooru's hair was perfectly styled, his glasses now askew as he kept climbing all over Hajime.
" I already saw the one with you naked in a little kiddie pool so it's too late to stop me from seeing anything." Tooru let out a shocked squawk, even more desperate to get the album back now, scrambling onto Hajime's lap.
" This is mean Hajime! I call harassment! I didn't bring you home so you could harass me the entire time!" He complained as Hajime shoved his foot into Tooru's chest, keeping him at a safe distance. Feeling oddly playful, Hajime moved to toss the album onto the couch where neither of them could reach it. Before Tooru could hurry off of him to go claim the book, Hajime wrapped his arms around Tooru's waist. A bewildered yelp came out of Oikawa at Hajime standing and picking him up. Flailing, Tooru struggled in Iwa's hold, complaining loudly as Iwa dragged him away from the couch, laughing into his shoulder. A giggle escaped Tooru as he playfully swatted at his boyfriend, only laughing harder at the light kisses he started placing down his neck. Oikawa finally managed to wriggle out of Hajime's grasp, landing on the floor heavily, his glasses getting knocked off. He tried to make for the couch but Hajime was on him in a second. Iwa perched himself on Oikawa's thighs, carefully grabbing Oikawa's glasses to set them on and end table to prevent them from getting broken. As soon as he was sure they were fine, he mercilessly began tickling Tooru, having found out early on just how horribly ticklish he was.
" Shh, you're so loud too early in the morning," Hajime pointed out in response to Tooru's loud laughter and protesting. That doesn't mean he let up at all, leaning back to avoid flailing arms as his boyfriend writhed around underneath him. Iwa marveled at the tears streaming down Tooru's flushed face, his lips pulled into a wide smile as he laughed.
" T-Then s-s-stop you brute! H-H-Haj-ime! Hajime stop! Ah! Pl-lease! I can't! I'm going to piss myself, stoopp! " Tooru gasped out between endless giggles, his limbs jerking around uncontrollably. Having some mercy finally, Iwaizumi ceased his attack, Oikawa struggling to catch his breath, face wet with tears and hair a hot mess once again. Hajime grinned down at him, leaning over him as Oikawa pouted, clearly displeased by the events of the morning. " Mean! You're a terrible boyfriend!" That only made Hajime laugh, bending down so his forehead was resting against Tooru's.
" Yeah yeah," He murmured, placing a lingering kiss on Oikawa's soft lips, easily getting his disgruntled boyfriend to become putty in his hands. It didn't last long considering Oikawa shoved his hand in Iwa's face, pushing it away from him.
" Oh no, you're not sucking up to me to get on my good side, you jerk," He huffed, glaring weakly at the man above him, feeling him smile against his palm. Grabbing onto his wrist Iwa placed a sweet kiss in his palm, trailing kisses up his fingers before kissing his knuckles. Tooru groaned, tilting his head to the side so he wasn't looking at Hajime. " That's just not fair. You can't just be all charming suddenly when I'm trying to be mad at you…" He whined, Hajime moving to stand, pulling a sulking Oikawa up with him.
They spent one more day at the Oikawa's before leaving for the Iwaizumi's to complete their little family break. (Iwa had charmed Oikawa's family one last time while saying goodbye. He had kissed Mrs. Oikawa's cheek and moved to shake Mr. Oikawa's hand, but Mr. Oikawa simply frowned at him. He said 'where's my kiss?', and instead of being flustered about it, Iwa didn't miss a beat and kissed Mr. Oikawa's cheek. Mrs. Oikawa burst into giggles while Mr. Oikawa gave Hajime a 'proud father' beaming smile, Hajime having passed some sort of test and earned himself a seal of approval.) It was Oikawa's time to be nervous, his leg bouncing restlessly as they both sat together on the train.
Both men were wearing their little 'disguises' just for the sake of not being potentially mobbed by excited fans (and their relationship was still currently under wraps for now). Thankfully they got to sit together because of the train not being busy at all, it giving Oikawa some comfort at least. The skater closed his eyes, taking a few steadying breaths like he sometimes does before an important competition, trying to find where he left his poise (probably somewhere in Shibuya). He's had his fair share of 'meeting the parents' situation, his date typically just wanted to use him to parade him around as arm candy. Tooru always goes along with it since he's sympathetic and too nice for his own good. This , however, isn't like his usual task of sitting there and looking pretty. This is going to be Iwa-chan's parents , who he wants to impress as much as Iwaizumi had impressed his own parents. Suddenly Iwaizumi's near panic attack for meeting his parents made so much sense. He feels ready to vomit or run away - possibly both, both sounds fantastic, in that order.
His breathing control was interrupted by a warmth sliding around his shoulders, goosebumps rising on his arms at feeling comforting fingers combing through the back of his hair. Blunt nails lightly scraped the back of his neck, grounding him to the here and now. Oikawa's tense shoulders slowly lowered as his stress rolled off of him, his eyes opening to look over to the man in question. Hajime wasn't even looking in his direction but was staring absently out the window across from them. His little comforting move probably wasn't even conscious, he just instinctively sensed Tooru's panic and moved to fix it. That thought brought a soft smile to Tooru's face, hidden by his mask. Sighing dreamily, he allowed his head to fall to Iwa's shoulder, pressing comfortably against his side. Iwa's steady warmth and rich smell relaxed Oikawa better than any breathing exercise, the hand still playing with the back of his hair.
" Don't fall asleep now, we'll be there before you know it," Iwaizumi's deep voice rumbled softly, only aiding the calming effect he was having on Oikawa. Despite him telling Tooru to not fall asleep, he didn't stop running his hands through his hair, doing nothing to push him away. Tooru only hummed sleepily at him, too relaxed to even make a move to sit up straight (and he really didn't want to move away).
After having to wake Tooru up and getting their luggage, they finally reached the Iwaizumi household. They too had a pretty high fence that took a key to open, it just being the perils of being family to a famous person. Oikawa felt the butterflies start bubbling back up in his stomach as they entered the house, letting out a heavy breath.
Before Oikawa could even relax any, he had to pause in the middle of taking off his coat. Spotting Hiroko with a nerf gun, Tooru quickly reached out, grabbing Iwa and pulling him close. He pulled him out of the path just in time to miss the foam bullet that stuck to the wall where Iwa had been standing just seconds earlier. He could hear Hiroko flop over, voicing her displeasure with a groan. Oikawa meanwhile found himself in a provocative position, Iwa pinning him to the door, his own hand on the back of Iwa's head and the other on his bicep. Tooru couldn't help but laugh, teasing him by wiggling his eyebrows at him suggestively. Hajime of course went bright red and frowned at him, all but leaping off of him.
" Iwa-chan's so forward~," Tooru cooed as Hajime moodily yanked his jacket off, kicking off his shoes in a huff. The red tips of his ears gave away that he was doing it out of embarrassment, not really mad, but trying to cover it up.
Then came the Parent Introductions, Oikawa hardly surprised that both of Iwa's parents were the same subtlety gorgeous that their son was. You wouldn't notice how pretty they are immediately, but as soon as you get close your breath gets taken away. Mrs. Iwaizumi was a very short woman, her face just slightly round with those same warm green eyes. Her long black hair was streaked with gray that only added to her sophisticated beauty. She was very soft spoken and had a somewhat shy aura about her that Oikawa imagines she must've honed from years of dealing with Hajime who has a hot temper when he wants to. Mrs. Iwaizumi just seemed so calming. The kind of person you'd want to be around if you had a bad day or needed to be somewhere safe. Hajime very clearly got a lot of his features from his father. He was shorter than Oikawa and had a slightly shorter version of Hajime's hair. His face was chiseled in the same way Hajime's is and he clearly aged well if the only slight wrinkles at his eyes and mouth were anything to go by. Mr. Iwaizumi was also still fairly well built for a father of his age. Man, if Hajime ages like his father, he has a lotto look forward to in his future…
Once he was properly introduced to Iwa-chan's parents, Oikawa turned to Hiroko, giving her a wink as he pulled out a couple smaller bags out of his suitcase. She blushed at realizing that they were going to make her up for fun, a nervous yet excited expression came over her face. Without wasting any time, she said Oikawa could come up to her room to they could finish before dinner started. Tooru could only laugh at her suppressed excitement, moving to kiss Hajime's cheek while asking if he could please take the luggage up to the room they'd be staying in for him.
Once they got up to Hiro's room, Oikawa pulled out the clothes he bought for her that he thought she'd enjoy wearing. They were stylish 'feminine' clothes that were a stark contrast from what he's seen her wear normally. She took after her brother with the whole 'dressing down' thing. Her eyes all but twinkled when she saw them, gasping as she took them from him, running over to her mirror and holding them against her to see how they'd look.
" I thought you might want to try something a little different to see if you like it. I know I like to dress up some days more than others," Tooru hummed, watching fondly as she twirled around in front of the mirror to get the skirt to swish. " Now why don't you put them on so we can get started on your makeup, yeah? I'll turn around so I don't see anything," Oikawa suggested, turning on the bed so he was facing away from her, even closing his eyes for added assurance to her.
" It feels so weird to wear this," Hiro mused, plopping down on the bed, now fully dressed sans the jacket that could wait to be put on. Tooru huffed out a laugh, nudging her knee to get her to close her legs properly.
" Well it is out of your 'comfort' zone so to speak, so unless you wear it more often, it'll feel strange for a while. Or if you don't like it, you don't have to do anything, all up to you Hiro-chan!" Tooru put on the little headband her got to keep her hair out of her eyes, gently tipping her head back as he started on the makeup.
" I have always kinda wondered what it was like and all. A lot of girls at my school have started wearing makeup and I was always too nervous to try. Or wearing a skirt, too."
" Well, back in high school I used to sometimes wear a skirt if I was in a certain mood," That got Hiroko's interest, gasping as her eyes flew open to stare at Tooru with wonder.
" Seriously?! You wore a skirt?! What'd people say?!" Oikawa gave her a soft smile, teasingly tapping her nose with the makeup brush to get her to close her eyes again.
" It's not that big of a deal. It's just a piece of clothing. It shouldn't be for male or female any more than pants aren't for male or female. I always thought that was stupid. So, for the hell of it I wore a skirt. Some people gave me shit for it, but overall I think people respected me more for it. I haven't really worn one in a long time since I've never felt like it," He hummed, Hiro making a noise of understanding, smiling as wide as he's ever seen her smile.
" I think you'd look really good in a skirt! You've got nice legs with the whole figure skating thing," She surmised, looking even more excited about everything, wiggling restlessly. Oikawa's just glad that he's finally getting her to warm up to him, having worried she was going to be nervous around him like the first time they met. " Haj-Haj would just about keel over if he saw you in a skirt," Her smile turned devious, making Tooru pause in applying makeup, mulling it over in his head. He's never thought about wearing a skirt to mess with Iwa before. She's definitely right about Iwa getting flustered over it, considering he gets flustered over his provocative figure skating outfits.
" Hm, I just might have to try that some time…" He returned her devious smile, having all sorts of ideas he could do to drive Iwa up a wall. He'll see that gorgeous skin go bright red if he has anything to say about it.
" Take a picture of his face for me when you do, I could use some more blackmail material."
After finishing up her makeup, he began on her hair, getting halfway done before a heavy knock came from the door. Without even him speaking up, he knew it was Iwaizumi, seeing as he's never been able to knock softly in his life.
" Hey, dinner's ready now, time to eat," Hajime's low voice was muffled through the door, sounding as disgruntled as he usually is. Sighing, Tooru threw Hiroko a look before getting up and heading over to the door. Opening it, Tooru popped his head through, frowning at his boyfriend.
" Beauty takes time , Iwa-chan! Not that a caveman like you would know that. Give our apologizes and that we'll be out in just a moment, I'm almost done!" That only made Hajime's brows furrow even more, the confusion all but painted onto his face. It was lucky that Oikawa was taller than his boyfriend, since he tried looking around him into the room, but couldn't since he took up all the view.
" What the hell are you doing to my sister…? I feel like you just turned her into a mini you." Scoffing indignantly, Tooru slipped out of the room, making sure to hide Hiroko from view as he did so, shutting the door behind him.
" I'm making her look breathtaking , I'll have you know! I've played around with makeup and clothes for a long time now and I'm a figure skater. We know makeup and outfits, some better than others of course ," Tooru assed, pulling a face at the thought of some of his competitors outfits. Some people are drop dead gorgeous and some are just hot messes. True to life as well. " Now!" Tooru clapped his hands together before reaching out to cup Iwa's face. In both hands. " Time for you to go away and start without us so I can finish up my work here," He chirped happily, leaning in to give Hajime a chaste kiss. Turning Hajime around, he pushed him towards the stairs, shooing him away as he went back into Hiro's room.
He finally finished her hair now that there weren't any people to distract him, leaning back to take in the sight of Hiroko, smiling proudly at his work.
" You can keep all the makeup, I got it for you, and the clothes of course, and I got you this perfume that I smelled and absolutely loved ," Pulling out an elegant bottle from his little shopping bag, he handed it over to Hiro, who opened it cautiously and sighed dreamily after smelling it. " Right?! It's really good! Just make sure to only put at most two tiny sprays, you don't have to bathe in it. Any smell becomes bad if it's too strong!" Tooru warned, spraying the air between them and wafting it over her. He always hated girls in high school that didn't do the wafting method and ended up being way too heavy handed with their perfume. It should be subtle, not in your face.
Tooru stayed sitting on her bed as she hopped up and bounced over to her full length mirror. A loud gasp slipped out of her, her hands flitting around her face, too nervous to touch but marveling at the difference. She twirled around, her skirt fanning out as she did so. Tooru could see her wide smile reflected in the mirror, so glad that she likes how he did her up. He never had a little sister to make up, so it's kind of nice to have that with Hiro and bond with her.
" Wow, I look so good!" She giggled, brushing her hands over the outfit, extremely excited over her makeover. Oikawa laughed along with her, finding it really cute that she was so happy about something so simple.
" Yeah, you'll definitely attract some attention going to school like that. You're already pretty as it is, the makeup is just a little something that enhances it." Hiro blushed at that, giving Tooru a beaming smile in the reflection of the mirror. " I'm sure you'll also attract the attention of that girl you have a crush on too," He hummed innocently, watching the realization of his words sink into the younger Iwaizumi. Her face turned bright red as she whipped around to stare at Oikawa with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Oikawa teasingly winked at her, crossing his legs with a confident air, glad he was right about Hiro having a crush on a girl.
" H-How..-"
" Do I know?" He finished for her with a laugh, tilting his head to the side as he grinned at her. " The Great Oikawa-san knows all~!" He declared dramatically, pretending to flip his hair back. " I just had a feeling is all. It's that girl you checked into the wall too, isn't it?" Hiroko only got redder, her hands flailing around uselessly as she tried to find words to explain. " It's nothing bad at all! You don't have to explain your feelings. You feel what you feel. You don't really have control over that kind of thing." She visibly relaxed at knowing she wasn't going to be lectured about it, playing with her hands coyly. That shy demeanor was back full force, nervously looking up at Tooru through her eyelashes, her face still burning red.
" J-Just don't… don't…"
" I'm not going to tell Hajime, Hiro-chan. It's not my place to tell something that's your business. Though, if you're worried about getting a negative reaction from Hajime, don't worry about it. He won't be angry at you. Sure, he's not going to like her, but that's only because he's a protective big brother who thinks no one can be good enough for his precious Hiro-chan. He's not going to like anyone you date or crush on. But he won't care at all that you like girls so long as you're happy and healthy." His words seem to have reassured her, a grateful smile pulling at her lips. Standing up, Tooru grabbed the jacket and short heels that went with the outfit. " Now let's get on your heels and jacket and go show you off~!"
Hajime helped set out the plates and get dinner ready, his mother embarrassing him by telling him she thought Oikawa was very charming and pretty. It was stranger to be around his family after spending a couple days with Oikawa's. In the Oikawa household, there seemed to be endless chatter, but here in the Iwaizumi household, there was comfortable silence. They don't really need to talk to get their point across. They've always been a quiet, calm household that thrives on companionable silence. Sure, him and Hiro get rowdy sometimes, but other than that it's usually like this.
Finally Tooru ran into the dining room, his radiating smile lighting up the whole room as he brushed his hair back. Gesturing elegantly to the entryway to the dining room, Tooru made way for Hiroko to walk in.
" I'd like to introduce you all to the new and even prettier Hiro-chan~!" He proclaimed as Hiro shyly walked into the dining room, rubbing her arm sheepishly as she offered everyone a small smile. All three Iwaizumi's went silent as they stared at the youngest Iwaizumi. Mrs. Iwaizumi was the first to react, a wide smile cutting across her face before being covered by her hands as a happy little yelp slipped out of her, pride radiating off of her in waves. The two Iwaizumi men were less thrilled. Hajime and their father shared a look, both looking hesitant to call this a good thing.
Hiroko was dressed in a high waisted blue skirt that fell to a little less than halfway down her thighs. A blue, green, and white patterned low cut shirt was tucked into the skirt with a belt around her waist. She also had on a short jean jacket that had the same colored patterns along the cuffs and bottom along with her black heels. Her makeup was very subtle, only mascara and eyeliner and blue and green eyeshadow that wasn't too in your face and some light pink lipstick. Her wild hair was tamed somewhat, flipped and sideswept, parted on the side.
" So~, what do you think?" Tooru prompted, gesturing to Hiroko's person, looking pointedly at Hajime, who had only furrowed his brow so far. Mrs. Iwaizumi spoke up, beckoning her daughter over, cupping her face gently as soon as she was close enough.
" You look so pretty Hiro! You're becoming such a lovely young lady," She cooed in her soft voice, giving her daughter a once over, looking highly pleased by everything. Hajime, however, crossed his arms over his chest, letting out a slow breath.
" I don't know. She's almost too pretty now. I have a hard enough time keeping those little punks away from her as it is without trying to attract them to her," Hajime mumbled, wanting to try his best to keep his sister away from heartbreak as long as he possibly can. Oikawa let out an exasperated sigh, flicking Hajime's ear to which he hissed.
" Iwa-chan!" He chided, his voice going up an octave as he plopped down in the seat next to his with a moody frown. " That's not what you're supposed to say! You're supposed to be supportive !" Tooru drawled as if Hajime had missed something painfully obvious. Iwaizumi gave him a confused look, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
" I am being supportive! I'm supporting her by protecting her from the bad things in the world like pricks who don't care about her like they should," He huffed in defense, not getting what was wrong about his reasoning. It's his job as her brother to protect her.
" You can't protect her from the bad things forever Hajime, you need to let it happen. It's good for her. She has to learn about heartbreak eventually, we all do,"
Their usual silence was broken by Oikawa who was leading the conversation, happily chatting away as the Iwaizumi's pitched in only when needed or when addressed. Hajime got poked in the side while eating because he 'ate like such a brute, honestly Iwa-chan, you're barely one step above cavemen'. Hajime bit back a scathing retort, knowing Oikawa was just trying to push his buttons out of affection. While he was stewing in his small amount of anger, he noticed Hiroko was fidgeting nervously. Her expression just screamed that she had something on her mind. That made all the anger drain out of him, his worry spiking, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. Clearly she's working up the courage to say whatever it is, so he'll let her say it in her own time. Hiro took a deep breath, setting down her fork and folding her hands in her lap.
" Hajime..?" His attention was completely grabbed, the entire table falling silent. " I… I've got something to tell you," She started, her ears starting to flush pink. Even though she wasn't looking at him at all, Hajime still offered her a reassuring smile.
" You can tell me anything Hiro, you know that," He prompted softly, hoping to put her at ease a little bit. Hiro continued fidgeting in her seat, glancing at Oikawa before looking at Hajime through her long eyelashes.
" I've got a crush on a girl from my hockey team…" She softly whispered, Hajime having to strain to hear her. His eyes widened a fraction, kind of surprised to learn his sister is either gay or bi-sexual herself. He wasn't bothered in the least by it though, it's not like he's one to talk about being queer. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her he was fine with it, a thought occurred to him, a frown pulling at his lips.
" Wait, it's not on that girl who you checked into the wall because she kept running into you, right?" He blurted out, surprising her now, her big hazel eyes blinking owlishly at him.
" Uh, yeah…?" Hajime's frown deepened, an irritated huff blowing out of his mouth.
" You're not dating her . Date any other girl or whatever you want, but not her . I don't like her," He mumbled, earning himself a pout from his little sister. Hiroko's shoulders drooped in relief, but she clearly wasn't pleased about him trying to tell her who to date.
" Haj Haaajjjj, come onnn!" She whined, her expression soured considerably. Hajime jumped at the sharp jab in the ribs he suddenly felt, hissing in pain as he glared at the offender. Oikawa was frowning right back at him, looking highly unimpressed.
" Hajime! That's not what you say either! You're supposed to be okay with whoever she likes! She can't help liking who she likes. Plus the girl only did that to her because she has a crush on her too, silly overprotective Iwa-chan! You need to cool it on your whole 'big brother' routine and let your poor sister be herself!" Tooru chastised, tugging lightly on Hajime's ear lobe with haughty huff. Iwaizumi grumbled, lightly slapping his hand away with a gruff, 'fine'. He could feel his mother's eyes on them, a knowing smile without a doubt on her face. " You should worry about yourself for once, Iwa-chan," Tooru softly murmured into his ear, brushing their shoulders together and slipping his hand in Hajime's under the table. Stomping down his embarrassment, Hajime turned his head, brushing his nose and lips over Oikawa's cheek in a soft kiss.
" I will, don't worry Tooru," He whispered back, satisfied when Tooru gave him back a warm smile, resting his head on Hajime's shoulder comfortably.
" I'm still gonna sit that girl down and have a nice chat with her about what'll happen if she hurts you."
" Hajimeeeee!"
Hajime had volunteered to wash dishes, his mother helping him dry them and whatnot. Tooru took this chance to wander a little bit, slowly walking down the hall and looking at all the pictures on the walls. There were pictures of Iwaizumi holding up jars of bugs with a toothy smile, one of him and Hiro at what looks like a school dance, the young girl perched on his feet in a waltz. Tooru paused on a picture of a young Hajime beaming at the camera with a pretty looking brown dog at his feet. It was very endearing, Tooru remembering that Hajime did say he's always been good with animals, the picture proving it.
" Tooru, can we have a word?" The deep, yet soft voice gave him a start, not having heard anyone approach. He looked over to find Iwaizumi's dad next to him, still unnervingly good looking for a man his age. Every bit of a silver fox, despite that thought disturbing Oikawa with the fact he finds his boyfriend's dad hot. His tone and expression were serious, Oikawa's body tensing up in alert, ready for the worst. Maybe Mr. Iwaizumi isn't as okay with his son's preferences as he thought he was..? Was he going to be told to stay away from Hajime?! What would he say back?! Would Hajime break up with him if his father demanded of it?! Most likely seeing the look of panic cross Tooru's face, the older man laughed lightly, waving his hand dismissively. " Don't worry, this isn't an interrogation or anything, just a... request of sorts," Hajime's father clarified, giving him that same charming smile he can get out of Hajime in certain, rare, moments.
" Of course! Ask me anything!" Tooru breathed in relief, flashing his own nervous smile, feeling his hands grow clammy as he waited for the elder Iwaizumi to spit it out. Their height difference took a little of the edge off the situation, making Oikawa thankful that the Iwa's were blessed with short height. His eyebrows furrowed, the creases more prominent than his son's, probably from extended use. He keeps telling Iwa he'll get wrinkles, and here's the proof.
" Listen Tooru, Hajime may seem like he's the type of man that's phased by nothing, but that's the furthest thing from the truth. I'm sure you know by now how big Hajime's heart is. He cares immensely for a lot of people and about a lot of things. The downside, of course, of caring so much, is that it hurts so much worse when you get hurt. His emotions are surprisingly fragile when they get hurt a certain way. You see that picture there," Mr. Iwaizumi gestured to the picture of Iwa and the brown dog. " That's the dog Hajime saved from the streets when he was young. God, he loved that dog with all of his young heart. But all things must end and she passed one day. Hajime put on a brave face when he was around people, but he was absolutely inconsolable for a good week after until he finished grieving," Iwa's father explained, his expression growing somber as he talked about his son's grief. Tooru felt a stab of sadness at imagining small Hajime crying all alone in his room, wanting to run up to Iwa and give him a big hug.
" What I'm trying to say with all this is that you should be mindful of Hajime's feelings. He cares about you a lot more than he did about that dog. I'm trusting you with taking care of my son, Oikawa-san. Please treat him well, regardless of whether you stay in a relationship or not." Tooru was speechless as he numbly watched Mr. Iwaizumi bow deeply, scrambling to find words - something that rarely happens with him. Flailing his hands around for a moment, he let out an awkward laugh, telling the older man that he can stop bowing now. Wringing his hands in front of him, he withered under that warm, fatherly smile.
" Yes, er, um, I-I'll take care of Iwa-chan! No problem! He's really the one who takes care of me really! I love him after all-" Tooru proceeded to trip over his tongue, his eyes widening at those three words slipping out yet again. Wow, he sure says that a lot to everyone besides the person it's directed to. In a flash Tooru felt heat blossom across his face and down his neck, his hands flapping usually around as he tried to recover from his slip up. He just told his boyfriend's father that he loves his son! Mr. Iwaizumi was taken aback for a moment, but then a radiant smile made his eyes crinkle at the edges as he chuckled.
" I'm glad. I think you'll be really good for him, Oikawa-san." As if his face wasn't red enough… Tooru rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly, letting out a soft laugh.
" I think you've got it backwards…" He mumbled, relieved that their little father-boyfriend talk was over now.
Their time at the Iwaizumi household passed quickly, Tooru having helped Hiroko with her makeup before she went to hockey practice being the highlight for him. She then insisted that he needed to come over more and even hugged his legs as they left, a lot less shy than she was before. And with that, they were both back into their routines again, Tooru going off to practice for the next match, Iwaizumi going back to regular practice with his team and meeting up with Tooru for their secret practice.
Oikawa was loitering around Aoba Johsai's practice as usual, watching the built men skate around and listen to the echoing slaps of sticks against pucks. A desire has been niggling the back of his mind for the longest time now. He's picked up on the rules of hockey from watching Aoba Johsai play so much.
" Iwa-chan!" Oikawa called, watching Iwaizumi dutifully grumble his way over to find out what Oikawa was trying to tell him. The team laughed, some whipping sounds being made by Kuroo and Bokuto. Hajime frowned moodily at him as he came to a stop in front of him.
" I swear if you stopped practice again to tell me you're 'in need of affection' and that I need to kiss you, I'm going to throttle you," Hajime hissed lowly, always being in a sour mood when he's taken out of his 'captain mode' for something that's not of utmost importance. Offering him a cheeky smile, Tooru tugged on his shirt collar to get him to lean in closer.
" I mean, I'm always up for some kissing with you, but I actually have something to ask you." Hajime's brow furrowed at that, not phased by their lips nearly brushing. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, not looking convinced that this won't turn out to be a waste of his time.
" Go on…" Tooru figured that he should probably butter Hajime up before laying it all out for him, hoping that'll get him what he wants out of his crude boyfriend. Wrapping his arms around Hajime's neck, he brought him closer, nuzzling his nose against Hajime's jaw. Running his hands through the back of Iwa's hair soothingly, just the way he knows he loves it. " Okay, you want something, spit it out already, asshole." Oikawa pouted, having thought he might've realized what he was trying to do. It was worth a shot anyways. Continuing his ministrations, Tooru hummed thoughtfully.
" Well~, I was just wondering if my incredible, amazing, loving, handsome boyfriend," Oikawa started, pulling back to kiss him slowly, relieved that he returned the kiss at least. " Would," Kiss. " Let me," Another kiss. " Try playing hockey?" He quickly pulled Iwa in for another kiss before he could respond or process what he just asked him. Iwa pushed him away, giving him an incredulous look, reacting just the way he knew he would to it.
" Are you insane?! Absolutely not. You can't afford getting hurt with the competition coming up, stupid!" He barked out, firmly placing his hands on his hips in a stance that screamed finality. Letting out a childish whine, Tooru pawed at his boyfriend, pulling a pout that he knows usually makes Iwa cave.
" But it would make me happy Hajime…! I trust that the fearless captain wouldn't let anything happen to me, I just wanna try." Tooru threw Iwaizumi a soft, warm smile while leaning comfortably against the wall. He could nearly count down to the precise moment that Hajime's resolve cracked, weak to any honest smiles Tooru gives him. It's honestly cute how easy it is to break him and make him cave into Oikawa's any desire so long as it's within reason.
Needless to say, it wasn't long before they were in the locker room, Oikawa positively bouncing as he began figuring out how to put on the pads. Meanwhile Iwa was trying to salvage what little of his pride that was left after his team witnessed him caving to Oikawa. As soon as he announced that Oikawa would be joining them for a small, friendly game, his entire team cracked invisible whips while making the sounds themselves. What surprised the captain was the fact that Kyoutani even joined in. Kyoutani is usually always on his side and refuses to get in on group mocking. Hajime frowned over at said man, crossing his arms over his chest.
" I thought you were always on my side…" He mumbled dejectedly, not enjoying the amused grins being thrown his way as they all geared up. Kyoutani looked up at him with his usual resting scowl, shrugging as he tightened the straps on his shin guards.
" You did give in after he just batted his eyes and smiled at you. That's pretty whipped, Iwaizumi. You never would've said yes if it was anyone else," Kyoutani grumbled out, getting Hanamaki and Matsukawa to burst out laughing, patting the perpetually angry man on the back as he tried half heartedly pushing them off.
" Even Kyou knows that you're whipped bro, there's no way around it. Oiks has you wrapped around his little finger." Makki jeered, giving Iwa his usual sly smirk as Iwa attempted to ignore him in favor of helping the struggling Oikawa with where all the pads go.
Iwaizumi almost instantly regretted lending Oikawa his gear, his heart palpitating at the sight before him. It was as if he was looking at an entirely different person. The slender frame of the figure skater was now bulked out thanks to the pads, making his usual air of elegance more of a sharper, brutish feeling. He didn't look like someone you'd want to mess with, like just speaking to him would be bad for your health, but you'd want to do it anyways. His mischievous smirk was all the more cutting with the confidence he's exuding now, eyes feeling more calculated and deadly. He certainly had the posture down, head cocked pompously to the side, helmet tucked under his arm as his other hand rested on his cocked hip. Hajime should be ashamed how sexy he found Oikawa wearing his number and uniform, suppressing the dirty thoughts flying around his skull.
" What do you think, Iwa-chan~?" Tooru purred lowly, sending a thrill dancing across Iwaizumi's spine, praying his eyes didn't grow as dark with lust as he fears. Oh this was a very very bad idea… Of course Oikawa Tooru would make a hockey uniform sexy, he knew that his would happen!
" Uh, yeah," Hajime eloquently mumbled, wanting to wince at the husky pitch of his voice. Man, maybe the guys are right… he does have it really bad…
" I can't believe I just witnessed Wazzy's thirst increase tenfold over Pretty boy in his uniform…" Kuroo murmured in awe, giving him an incredulous look, making the back of Iwaizumi's neck burn red easily.
" Of course hockey would be a kink for him, why did I expect anything else from our mighty captain," Mattsun deadpanned, thoroughly unimpressed by Hajime's increased attraction to the figure skater. The other three doubled over laughing, Bokuto reduced to tears as Iwa covered his eyes in frustration while Oikawa watched on in smug amusement.
" M-Maybe it's like the 'boyfriend shirt' thing for him! O-Oh my gosh, I'm going to piss myself!" Makki got out once he calmed down enough to speak, making himself launch back into hysterical laughter. The harassed Iwaizumi made a growling noise, throwing his hands up into the air as he stormed towards the door.
" Whatever! Can we just get this over with so we can move on?!"
" Don't forget that there's no sex in the rink though, Iwaizumi," Kyoutani's gruff voice called out, setting Hajime's face on fire as the team's laughter grew louder. Makki was laughing so hard that he fell to the floor, Mattsun laughing too hard himself to support his boyfriend any longer. Iwaizumi seriously needs to rethink his taste in teammates….
" Okay, we'll be doing a three v. three for this game, alright? I'll be the ref, but I'll stay on the sidelines since this is going to be a friendly game. The teams are going to be Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa. The other team being Kuroo, Bokuto and Kyoutani. Figure out amongst yourselves who'll be goalie and get the proper pads and stick. Make your own game plans, I'm from here on till the end of this game no longer your captain. This'll be good for you guys to learn what you lack, so take it as a learning experience. And play nice , or you'll regret it come next practice time, do you understand?" Iwaizumi commanded in what the guys refer to as his 'captain voice', his booming voice echoing back to him from the empty rink. Oikawa was giving him a funny look from behind his face guard, looking completely enthralled. He always has been weirdly fascinated by Hajime simply leading his team, not sure what's so mesmerizing about it. Tooru was a captain himself, so he must be familiar with this kind of thing.
" Sir yes sir!" His teammates yelled back in response, programed to be loud when Iwaizumi gives orders since he never let's them get quiet during games. Oikawa looked impressed, not having joined in since he had no idea what was going on. Iwaizumi smirked at that, turning his gaze on his boyfriend as he quickly schooled his expression. Raising a single eyebrow at him, Iwaizumi crossed his arms over his chest, looking down his nose- or as much as he could with Oikawa being taller than him- at Tooru.
" Sorry, I didn't quite hear you, number four. Do. You. Understand ?" He enunciated slowly, raising his voice as he gave his boyfriend his unwavering glare. Something akin to challenge flashed in Oikawa's eyes, a ghost of a smile gracing his face as he straightened up.
" Sir yes sir!" He called back, still half smirking with that dangerous twinkle in his eyes, Iwa letting out an amused huff.
Everything changed as soon as everyone was in place and the puck was dropped by Hajime. The temperature dropped about ten degrees around Oikawa, face void of any trace of his charming, cocky expression. Even from his place in the penalty box Iwaizumi could see the icy determination in Tooru's normally warm brown eyes. Hajime's breath got lodged in his throat as he watched Oikawa take control of the puck, flying across the rink, effortlessly dodging Kyoutani and Bokuto. Time slowed to a crawl when Oikawa pulled his stick back in perfect form before time sped back up. With a loud crack, Tooru sent the puck flying into the goal, missing Kuroo by mere inches. The poor raven was frozen in place, his expression open shock as the puck slammed into the net behind him, hitting hard enough that it popped back out. You could hear the puck breaking through the air it went so fast. All the players on the rink paused, looking at the brunette who was tensed in his flawless form, glaze so cutting that it was deadly.
With a heavy exhale, Oikawa relaxed back into position, turning his head back to look at the hockey players. His mouth twitched into a sly grin while his twirled his stick. Kuroo collapsed to the ice, looking considerably rattled.
" I believe that's our point?" Oikawa all but purred, voice dripping with poisonous honey. Hajime's very bones quivered with excitement, hands clenching the wall hard enough to make his knuckles white. Holy shit, he's never been this attracted to a person in his life.
" F-Fucking hell, Wazzy's boyfriend is fucking scary as shit ! I saw my life flash before my eyes! He tried to murder me!" Kuroo squawked, clutching at his heart dramatically. Oikawa only shrugged, not seeming surprised by the reaction he received.
" What? Did you think that I was dainty because I'm a figure skater? Don't forget that you're looking at the person who has the second hardest serve in volleyball and won best setter every year in middle school. I nearly slapped a kid in middle school over volleyball, if he hadn't leaned away he would've gotten knocked on his ass. I don't play nice when it comes to sports," He hummed, calmly skating back to his team's side of the rink, the team still rooted to their spots by shock.
" I think I just got aroused by you," Makki whispered under his breath as he watched Oikawa skate by him. Said man only laughed, purring out that they were both taken.
" Zumi sure does know how to pick his men - pretty and secretly homicidal," Mattsun teased, recovering first from the shock of Oikawa's deadly competitive nature.
The game continued on with everyone dropping the 'let's go easy on Oikawa' idea, said skater still managing to crush the opposing team much to Iwaizumi's surprise. Kuroo hissed out that ' he found their weakness; it's his fucking psycho boy toy', Iwaizumi too enraptured by Tooru to grace that with a response. Things escalated quickly, however, when Oikawa checked Kyoutani into the wall, getting the plexiglass to rattle with the force. The striped blond puffed up with rage, turning his intense glare on the pompous skater. Bokuto and Makki quickly grabbed Kyoutani, holding him back from lunging at Oikawa.
" You're dead you stuck up, egotistical asshole ! I never fucking liked you!" He spat, struggling against the hold on him, Oikawa giving him that grating, condescending smirk that drove Hajime up a wall before (and not in a good way). Skating onto the rink quickly, Iwa got physically between the two, acting as a human barrier to keep both parties from getting hurt.
" Okay, okay, I think that's a good place to call an end to this. We'll leave it at that. Everyone's starting to get a little too heated. Go cool off in the showers." Hajime aimed a pointed look at the still seething Kyoutani, watching as his glare turned into a pout under his captain's gaze. " All of you, got it?" Kyoutani only left after throwing one last menacing glare Oikawa's way.
The team all filed off to the locker room, leaving their captain and his boyfriend alone. Iwaizumi sighed, looking Oikawa over warily. Damn does he look painfully attractive all done up in a hockey uniform…
" You're really something else - doing all that while knowing you have an important competition coming up. You're insane." Tooru merely chuckled, closing the gap between them, taking off the helmet with a shake of his head. His curly hair bounced to life, still decent looking despite the sweat and helmet having tried to flatten it. Tooru's even too good for helmet hair. Oikawa tucked the helmet back into the crook of his elbow, moving his free hand to the back of Hajime's neck. He rested his forehead against Hajime's, his eyes back to the gorgeous melted pools of chocolate he's used to. Iwaizumi's glad he's never been up against Oikawa, he's very intimidating when he wants to be, he can't imagine being on the receiving end of that cold stare.
" I told you that I trusted you, and look, I'm still in one piece aren't I?" Hajime let out a slow breath, losing himself in that charming, confident smile of his. He doesn't need Tooru to tell him how much he trusts him, he never stops showing how much faith he puts into Iwaizumi. It's kind of scary for Iwaizumi sometimes, knowing that he has to live up to all the faith Oikawa has in him.
" You're still insane. I have no idea how you can put 100% faith in anything. You're always so damn sure …" Iwaizumi breathed out, tilting his head to the side, letting his eyes go hooded as he leaned in.
" No sex in the rink, boys ~!" Iwaizumi opened his eyes again, letting out a strangled groan of frustration. It didn't help that Oikawa only cooed at him, tapping his cheek as he skated towards the raucous laughter coming from the locker room. Iwaizumi loves them, but sometimes he really questions just how much he loves his team.
Next to going on that first date with Oikawa, Iwaizumi was as nervous as he's ever been in his entire life. He could feel the sweat clamming up his palms, some running down the back of his neck as he shifted nervously on the balls of his feet. His stomach seemed to be content with turning violently in his abdomen, a knot lodging in his throat to suppress the urge to vomit. His muscles were twitching with anticipation for the exertion to come, ready and all too willing to perform. The worst part was the fact he had to hide all this from his team - who can all read him like a game plan. Needless to say, he was between a rock and a hard place.
The noise of the crowd screaming around them was only a faint buzz to him, his body running on autopilot as his mind ran through their routine repeatedly. There was no backing out at this point. He's committed. If any of his teammates noticed that his body was in complete chaos, they didn't show it. Bokuto was all but physically vibrating over getting to see his precious Akaashi skate again. Hajime had to admit, if it was under any other circumstance, he'd find it very endearing how proud Bokuto is of his boyfriend.
Hajime got jolted back to reality when Bokuto nearly imploded at hearing the announcer call out Akaashi's name as the next skater. Bokuto pressed himself against the railing, a wide smile split his face as he gazed at the sophisticated man gliding onto the ice. His outfit this time was just as gorgeous as the last, the gems down the front twinkling in the light. Connected to the cuff of his top and down his sides was a thin, glittery, wing-like piece of fabric. It looked as if he let his shrug slip down his arms. Hajime has to admit, Akaashi looks good, very good. Akaashi also had on some makeup, a smokey eyeshadow and thin eyeliner making his eyes look even more beautifully haunting than before. Despite everything, Hajime felt calmer looking at Akaashi, his presence just so...comforting? He always looks so cool and collected that it's almost like you'd trust him with anything, as if no one needs to be anxious with Akaashi around.
Once Akaashi finished warming up he took his place in the center of the rink, striking his starting pose. His head was cocked to one side, one hand dramatically pressed against his forehead like he was fainting. The other hand was stretched out like he was pushing someone away, the thin glittery fabric shimmering with his movements. The skater had one leg crossed behind the other, waiting for his music to start up.
The music started out soft, already sounding more upbeat than he would've thought Akaashi would be skating too. An equally soft, wistful, woman's voice began speaking in French. Hajime certainly doesn't know French, but something about the voice just stirred emotion within him. Just the tone of it was so striking. Akaashi began moving once the woman had begun speaking, elegantly gliding backwards, feet dancing around one another as he fluidly moved his arms so his hands were running down the back of his neck. Iwa felt proud of himself that he knew his was a step sequence, knowledge he never would've guessed he'd ever learn. The music changed slightly, getting more powerful and loud, the woman's voice getting more confident. Akaashi's skating reflected it, his skating getting faster. Akaashi turned and dug his toe pick into the ice, jumping into the air, tucking his arms in as he spun, landing a perfect double top loop. He immediately went into a combination spin as 'danse' was repeated in the song. He started off spinning standing up to moving into a crouch with one leg sticking out, making himself go faster before he effortlessly stood back up and went back to skating. Akaashi went back to doing more footwork, dancing along in time with the music, managing to convey the tone of the music with every movement. He pulled his leg up so it was pretty much touching the back of his head in a Biellmann spin, spinning in such a way as to make the excess fabric on his top flutter around hims.
The crowd was absolutely loving Akaashi's performance, cheering and gasping in awe of his flawless jumps and spins. The music was very odd for him, going off of what Hajime's seen of his skating before. Akaashi's fans giggling as they watched him run his hands down his body and dance so freely. Hajime has a sneaking suspicion that the man currently bouncing next to him might have something to do with that. Iwa watched on in awe as Akaashi took off in a quadruple lutz, spinning at a dizzying rate in the air, only to come back down and do a triple salchow and then a triple top loop to the beat of the music. Even if he hadn't been practicing figure skating, he'd know how difficult that must've been. Akaashi of course didn't show any sign that he just accomplished something great, continuing his routine casually. He ended his routine by doing another spin in time with the word 'vole' being repeated, striking another pose as the music faded into nothing. The crowd burst into cheers and applause, throwing roses and stuffed animals down into the rink, Akaashi's chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Bokuto couldn't contain himself anymore, however. He pressed himself into the railing, beaming at his boyfriend.
" Keiji !" His voice was by far the loudest, making it extremely easy for Akaashi to find its source. A faint smile ghosted across his lips when he locked eyes with the giddy hockey player. Akaashi bent to pick up one of the many roses at his feet before turning his attention back to Bokuto. He pressed two fingers to his lips before holding them out to Bokuto, blowing him a kiss and throwing in a wink before he made his way off the rink. Said man nearly keeled over, sighing dreamily as his knees grew weak, watching Keiji skate over to the 'kiss or cry' corner where they record their reactions to their scores. All at once Bokuto got his energy back, whipping around to beam at the team. " He winked at me! Didya see it! Isn't he the best?!" The black and white haired man gushed, clinging to Kuroo for support.
More cheers and whistles came when Akaashi's score came in, apparently he's currently in first place if the cheers were any indication. Bokuto puffed out his chest like a proud owl, his calm and collected image quickly shattering as soon as he locked eyes with Akaashi. He spread his arms out wide like he expected Akaashi to run into his arms, his smile dazzling as he jumped up and down. The much calmer of the two only gave him a quiet smile, eyes holding nothing but fondness as he walked towards Bo, twirling a rose in his slender fingers. Just as Bokuto went to call out his name, their view of each other was suddenly blocked by another body. Iwaizumi doesn't know the guy, but he's clearly not from around here. He's not sure if Akaashi knows the guy, or if his eyes growing dark was just something that happens when he's encountered with new people. Either way it was almost impressive how fast his face went from soft adoration to complete apathy.
" My my, you're even more breathtaking in person, belle," The man purred in a thick accent, making the hairs on the back of Iwa's neck stand up at just how slimy this guy sounded. He had slicked back inky hair and was dressed smartly, but his eyes just screamed 'dirt bag'. Akaashi jerked his head to the side when the man reached out to stroke his cheek. " You know, I traveled far to meet you. I saw one or your performances and I couldn't help but be captivated, even as a skater myself. You even skated to a French song, it has to be fate we met this day." He punctuated his point by plucking the rose from Akaashi's fingers and tucking it behind his ear, Akaashi looking ready to murder. Bokuto looked conflicted, not sure if he should jump in or not, his brow creased in worry as he watched on, everyone else tense and ready to help. Keiji batted the man's hand away, giving him a highly unimpressed stare.
" I'm taken," Akaashi firmly declared, cause a little spark to flash in Bokuto's eyes, a smile starting to pull at his lips. A sour look flashed across the foreign man's face before it settled back into his 'charming' expression.
" Oooh~ someone's trying to hit on Kei-chan?! This is gonna be good~!" Hajime's soul nearly jumped out of his body at Tooru's voice suddenly speaking up from behind him. He quickly looked over, finding Oikawa done up in the outfit they agreed they'd be skating in. Oikawa took a look at all the tense hockey players around him, sighing as he leaned against Iwa's side. " Don't forget what I told you, Akaashi is scary when he's mad, so you can all stop looking so tense."
" Details details! Nothing says we can't have fun too," His hand trailed from under Akaashi's chin to his chest as he purred at Akaashi. The hands clenched at Akaashi's sides were trembling, his eyes closed in what looked like meditation. If Iwa didn't know any better, he'd say Akaashi was as calm and relaxed as he usually is, but the menacing aura coming off of him said otherwise. In a blink of an eye, Keiji grabbed the offending hand just as Bokuto made a move to help him. His eyes slowly opened, making Iwa's blood run cold at the pure ice inside them.
" I don't think you heard me the first time," Akaashi's voice was deceivingly even, if not for a small tremble at the end that gave away his anger. " I'm. Taken ," With the last word Akaashi twisted the guy's hand, his legs going out from under him as he yelped in pain. " I have a very loving boyfriend, and even if I didn't, you'd be the last person I'd want to be involved with. I'm not here for you to oogle, I'm here to win ," With every low hiss Keiji twisted the man's hand, making the other cry out in pain, thrashing around on the ground. With a click of his tongue, Akaashi threw the man's hand to the ground, letting him pull it to his chest. He planted his skate between the guy's shoulder blades, stepping down with enough force to knock him flat on his face. It was lucky that he had his blade guards on his skates or that slime ball would've been in a good deal more of pain. Akaashi crouched down to his level with a disturbing air of calmness, gazing at the crumpled form of his harasser with indifference. " Si vous mettez vos mains sur moi, je vais casser chaque doigt. Si vous n'êtes pas hors de vue dans la minute suivante, je vais appeler la sécurité, belle ," Akaashi hissed out with an impressive accent, French rolling off his tongue like he's spoke it his whole life. Iwaizumi glanced over to Bokuto and finding him staring, enamored with his boyfriend, looking like he's just fallen in love with him all over again.
The man quickly stumbled away once Akaashi had stood back up, nursing his injured hand against his chest as he disappeared off somewhere. Everyone - besides Oikawa, who called it from the beginning - gapped at Akaashi as he strutted back, unfazed by the entire event. Bokuto was still in a daze when his boyfriend finally reached him, his usual goofy smile on his face.
" Man, why do you and Wazzy have such scary ass boyfriends?! Should I be concerned about your tastes in men?" Kuroo mumbled, giving Akaashi a wary look now, keeping himself a good distance from the couple. Bokuto didn't make any indication that he heard his best friend, too busy melting into a puddle as Akaashi gently cupped his face. Tooru laughed pompously, wrapping an arm around Hajime's waist (he's concerned that the action no longer fazed him like it would've at the start of their relationship), giving Kuroo a disbelieving look.
" You're not one to talk. Clearly you haven't seen Kenma without caffeine after one of his gaming binges. There's a lot of murderous intent in such a tiny body," Tooru commented airily, Kuroo's face falling and draining of color. " I suggest paying attention to what games he likes and when new ones come out and avoid him completely unless you come bearing some form of caffeine!" Tooru's tone was much too peppy for the situation, Iwa elbowing him in the ribs out of habit.
" I didn't know you knew French… it's pretty hot," Bokuto murmured, all but going limp in Akaashi's arms when one of his hands slipped to the back of his neck, running his nails along his nape. " Can you say something else in it? That doesn't sound sexily horrifying?" Akaashi let a small sly smile tug at the corners of his lips, taking the rose from behind his ear and cupping Bokuto's cup with his free hand.
" Tu es un perdant excitable, mais je t'aime," His voice dipped to a low whisper, the same beautifully haunting quality as the singer's voice of the song he skated to. Without missing a beat, Akaashi suavely slipped the rose into Bokuto's mess of hair, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. It goes without saying that it made Bo all but swoon. If it was possible, Bokuto's dorky smile grew wider, his hands resting on Akaashi's hips without a second thought.
" Wow… what's that mean?"' He breathed out, still looking at Akaashi as if he was his entire universe.
" It means ' I love you'," Akaashi nonchalantly shrugged while Bokuto was ready to combust in overexcitement. Oikawa snorted at that, raising an eyebrow at his fellow skater.
" You're a dirty liar too," Oikawa mumbled under his breath, Akaashi glancing over with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Bokuto seemed to finally remember that there were other people around, turning around to flash his thousand watt smile at the group.
" Isn't he great?! He's so hot and sexy and badass and smart and he's like the best skater and he likes me ! Isn't it great?!" Bokuto gushed, pulling Akaashi into a crushing hug as he did so. You could hear the air wheeze out of Akaashi's lungs, Bokuto's arms by no means small.
" Bo-... Boku..to-san… can't...arms… breathe," He gasped out, Bokuto immediately releasing his grip, his hands frantically flailing around the coughing Akaashi. " I'm fine, don't worry," Akaashi tried calming Bokuto down, his hands still flitting around Akaashi's face, nothing but distressed chirps coming from him. With a heavy sigh, Akaashi roughly grabbed Bokuto's face and planted a rough kiss on his lips. It was enough to take Bokuto aback, his eyes going wide. The kiss was over as quick as it started, Akaashi giving Bokuto an even stare. " I'm fine , Bokuto-san," He reassured him, managing to get Bokuto to go back to being lovesick jelly. Just as things finally had calmed down, the announcer signalled the beginning of the pair skating routines, Hajime tensing up again. Oikawa tugged on his arm, attempting to drag him off in the direction of the locker room.
" Come on Iwa-chan! You need to help me stretch so I'm ready for my routine!" This caught the attention of the team, all of them looking between Iwa and Oikawa, the former feeling his hands grow sweaty under their gazes.
" Wait, don't you usually pair up with Oikawa?" Bokuto asked Akaashi, having snapped out of his haze finally. The unflappable man simply shrugged, knowing about their little plan already. Oikawa scoffed, pausing in his ushering of Iwaizumi to give the team a look.
" I don't always pair up with Aka-chan you know. I like to get the experience of pairing up with different people! I don't get that if I limit myself to just Akaashi!" Oikawa drawled with a dramatic roll of his eyes, turning on his heel to continue to head in the direction of the locker rooms. Hajime could feel their suspicious eyes following them as they went, hoping that was convincing enough to get them off their trail.
It was incredibly intimidating to be surrounded by actual figure skaters who've been doing this for years . Yet there's Hajime in the middle of them, completely out of his element. His hands were definitely sweaty all over again, it hard to pull up his ridiculously tight unitard that was all black and dotted with sequins and had a stripe of a seafoam green down the sides of it. His version had no sleeves (no doubt at Oikawa's request) and came to a little v point at the collar, sequins lining it. It was so wildly different from his usual bulky hockey pads and baggy jersey and shorts. He felt all but naked. Hajime's breath rushed out of him at feeling two warm hands snake around his waist, a familiar warmth pressing against his back.
" You're so tense Iwa-chan, you've got to loosen up if you want to not pull a muscle," Tooru chastised, breath tickling Iwa's ear, fingers trailing along his abs. He closed his eyes, trying to not freak out again, just focusing on Oikawa's warmth. " You know, if you didn't ban sex, you'd be nice and loose right now," His voice dipped to a low murmur that bordered on a purr, a shiver running down Hajime spine. His eyes flew open as he pushed Tooru away from him, fixing him with an unimpressed glare.
" Of course I'd say no sex before a competition, stupid! You can't risk getting hurt!" He hissed under his breath, not wanting the other skaters to hear their conversation. Tooru whined, his shoulders drooping, making the sequins on his own outfit shimmer. His outfit had sleeves that went halfway down his upper arm, the collar of his also dipping down into a v - but his had a string laced through it to set it just slightly apart from Hajime's. It was mortifying to get sized for it, Hajime not used to having a tailor all up in his business, especially while naked . They insisted that they needed him stripped down to get a perfect fit, and they certainly got it to mold to his body. Tooru thought the whole thing was endlessly amusing, not at all bothered by a stranger flitting around his naked body. Hajime was red the entire time, getting teased by his oh so lovely boyfriend the whole while.
" How am I supposed to deal with looking at your glorious ass in that outfit after being denied the right to touch it for like, a month?" Oikawa complained, dramatically swooning against the lockers, his form fitting outfit accentuating his hips, testing Hajime's patience. He chose to ignore him completely for the sake of his sanity, working instead on lacing his skates up. Thankfully they both have the same shoe size, so Hajime was able to borrow an old pair of Tooru's figure skates and didn't have to break in a new set.
" Wait… Iwaizumi-san?" Hajime raised his head at hearing a familiar voice call his name, his eyes widening at the figure before him.
" Kindaichi? Is that you?" Kindaichi looked a lot more… mature since he last saw him. His radish like hair was now slightly shorter, his face thinned out, eyes still doe like. He also still holds himself in a shy manner, taking the edge of his height. Hajime gave him a wide smile, standing up to pull him in for a hug, patting his back in greeting. " Man, you've sure grown up!"
" Yeah, you've gotten older too," His voice was somewhat dreamy, his smile as warm as ever before he got struck with a look of horror. " O-Oh! I didn't mean it like that! I didn't mean that you were old ! You look good for your age! Er, I mean -" His hands flapped about like a newborn bird trying to fly, his face steadily growing red. Some things never change. Hajime couldn't help but laugh, playfully knocking him on the shoulder.
" And I see you're still as coy as ever," Iwa teased through his chuckles, relieved to see another familiar face around here. " But I got what you meant, don't worry." Kindaichi visibly relaxed at that, most likely not wanting to upset his old captain. Kindaichi's eyes finally trailed down Hajime's outfit, his head tilting to the side in clear confusion.
" Wait, why are you wearing a skating outfit for? I thought you were on Aoba Johsai…?"
" Oh, yeah. I'm just trying it out, you know? Kinda got dragged into it, but what are you doing here?" Hajime asked, not having thought he'd see an old teammate in a place like this. That seemed to remind Kindaichi that he was in here for a reason, looking around the room in confusion.
" I'm here with someone… but, I don't… know where he went?" Kindaichi turned back to Iwaizumi with a troubled look on his face that quickly disappeared once he was back to looking into Iwaizumi's eyes. Iwa got a sense of deja vu at a weight pressing firmly against his side, an arm slung around his shoulders.
" Who's this, Iwa-chan~?" Oikawa purred, the strained tone of his voice cluing Hajime into the fact that he was definitely jealous. Decidedly ignoring him once again, Iwaizumi gestured to Kindaichi.
" This is Kindaichi Yutaro, we played volleyball in middle school and high school. Kindaichi, this is-"
" Oikawa-san. Nice to finally meet you," Kindaichi supplied, giving him a friendly smile and a small bow. At Iwaizumi's impressed look, Kindaichi continued his explanation. " Everyone knows Oikawa-san. He's one of the best skaters around," Kindaichi explained with a sheepish smile. Oikawa only hummed, running his hand through Hajime's hair, his eyes not leaving Kindaichi as he did so. For a good couple seconds both Kindaichi and Hajime were confused, but Kindaichi finally caught on to… whatever it was that was silently being said. His eyes widened as he looked between the both of him, his lips forming a silent 'o'.
" O-Oh, you're oh! I'm… I'm sorry? I didn't mean to, I'm not, I-I'll just go try and find Kunimi. It was nice to see you again Iwaizumi-san!" Kindaichi stuttered out, his face turning red as he scrambled to get away, nearly running face first into the lockers in his haste. Iwaizumi has never felt so lost, not sure what just happened between Oikawa and Kindaichi.
" I'm missing something…" Hajime mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the smug Tooru only only winked at him in response.
" What did I tell you about harassing people in the locker room, Oikawa?" The new voice caught Iwa's attention, turning his head to see who it was. His heart stuttered out of time, not nearly as bad as it does with Oikawa, but enough that he took notice. Standing there was what Hajime first assumed to be an angel. His silver - silver ! - hair seemed to glow in the fluorescent light, his brown eyes filled with a bright energy, his smile charming in the way that makes you want to fully trust him, the little beauty mark under one of his eyes only adding to his looks. This guy was pretty , a different kind of pretty than Oikawa has, but pretty all the same. Even his voicesounded heavenly.
" Who said anyone was being harassed, Refreshing-kun?" Tooru drawled, faking an offended gasp, stilling clinging to Hajime. Iwa only realized he'd been staring when those light brown eyes landed on him, an amused gleam in his eye.
" You're so pretty," Hajime breathed out before he could think better of it, the man's eyes widening, all three of them taken aback by his sudden outburst. Iwa could feel his neck heat up as the man hid his mouth behind his hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed. It was light and sounded like sweet twinkling bells. Oikawa wasn't nearly as amused by it, pouting at him like a spoiled child.
" Well now, that's certainly a fine hello! I'm flattered you think so!" The angelic man chirped, uncovering his mouth to reveal a bright smile, even his teeth perfectly straight.
" You've never called me pretty," Oikawa grumbled, pulling back to put his hands on his hips, basically asking for a compliment. " I'm way prettier than Refreshing-kun!" Hajime gave him a flat look, raising a single eyebrow.
" You're obnoxious," Tooru let out another gasp, clutching at his chest with a hurt look on his face. Hajime rolled his eyes at his dramatics, returning his attention back to the pretty man before them.
" Sugawara Koushi! But you can call me Suga!" He greeted, holding out a hand for Hajime to shake (his hands were incredibly soft). Iwaizumi opened his mouth to introduce himself but ended up getting cut off by Suga. " Iwaizumi Hajime, captain of Aoba Johsai hockey team, number 4." Hajime paused, more than a little unnerved that Suga knew exactly who he was, not doubting that he knowledge went deeper than he said. " I know all about you, thanks to Oikawa's little scandal while I was gone," Suga answered his unvoiced question, throwing Oikawa a look. Hajime also raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, not having heard anything about a scandal involving him and Oikawa. Sure he knew at the beginning people had suspicions, but he thought it had mostly died out… That's disconcerting.
" Well~, would you look at the time! We've got to start heading out so we'll make our call!" Tooru sidestepped the accusing eyes, instead dragging Iwa along behind him. He wasn't exactly lying , they did only have a couple minutes until their part of the program started.
Iwaizumi felt his nerves start fraying all over again at seeing how big the crowd was. He only ever figure skated with Oikawa, never with tens of thousands of people watching. As if he sensed Hajime growing discomfort, Tooru placed a steady hand on his lower back, pressing his lips to Hajime's ear.
" Hey, relax . It'll be fine. Don't think of it as anything but just another practice. It's just you and me. Don't even look at the crowd, keep your eyes trained on me and only me," Tooru murmured, his voice managing to soothe Hajime's worries perfectly. Closing his eyes, Iwaizumi took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Everything will be fine. It's just him and Oikawa. There's nothing to worry about.
" Next up in the pair skating category is Oikawa Tooru & Iwaizumi Hajime ,"
With a gentle push from Oikawa, the two both made their way onto the ice, skating to opposite sides of the large rink in order to warm up. The crowd was going wild, no one having suspected that Iwaizumi of all people would be pairing up with Oikawa. Even through the din of the crowd Hajime could make out his team's yells, allowing himself a private smile. He doesn't have to look at them to know they're all collectively losing their shit. It's good to know they still managed to surprise them.
All too soon their time for their routine to begin, both of them coming back together in the center of the rink. They both moved into their starting positions, Oikawa standing in front of Iwaizumi, his hands resting comfortably on Oikawa's hips. Hajime moved his head so his chin was almost resting on Tooru's shoulder. Tooru titled his head to the side, moving his hands so one was buried into Iwa's hair, the other moving to the back of his own neck.
" Remember, eyes on me," Oikawa whispered, his eyes already closed like they were every time in practice. Hajime nodded, closing his own eyes as the crowd finally calmed down, his breath evening out.
The music began playing, fading in as a faint voice of a woman was heard singing. Iwa's hands started moving on their own with the beat, his fingers spreading out over Tooru's hips, trailing up his sides and chest before ending up held out to his sides. Tooru followed suit on the next beat, his head rolling back, his hands coming up to run up his chest and face before he placed them gently in Hajime's. They began slowly skating like that, Hajime bringing both their hands to rest on Tooru's hips. Once the music really kicked in, Oikawa flipped so they were facing each other, their skating together growing more confident. Hajime spun Tooru in a quick circle when the lyrics talked about 'the very first time they loved', Tooru running a hand down Hajime's cheek and neck with the next line.
Oikawa wrapped a leg around Hajime's tight, rolling his body as he kicked his head back in time with the lyrics 'you put your body on top of mine'. Hajime couldn't help but be thrilled over how well everything seemed to be going, the feeling of Tooru's body heat seeping through their thin clothing helped calm Hajime down. He has Tooru here to ground him. Tooru wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. Iwaizumi reached down to grab hold of Oikawa's thigh, taking a deep breath as he lifted him above his head for a quick lift. He could barely make out the crowds cheers for the move, too busy setting Oikawa gently back down so he could do his next move. A man's rough voice suddenly broke out into the song for a little solo, Hajime sliding down to his knees when he talked about begging for mercy. Iwaizumi flashed a smile to Oikawa as he sensually ran his hands down Oikawa's legs, tilting his head back as Tooru ran a hand through his hair. Gathering his courage, Iwaizumi moved with the music, praying he's timing this right as he skated backwards before digging his toe pick into the ice, swinging his other leg to launch himself into the air. The bottom of his stomach dropped, the few seconds he spent in the air feeling like centuries as he tucked his arms in, spinning quickly before landing flawlessly. The music crescendoed right as he landed, the excess speed from the spin made him whip around quickly. He easily caught up with Tooru, both of them in sync as they skated separately. It didn't take long for them to come back together, Iwa grabbing Oikawa and tossed him before Oikawa returned the favor. It was surprising to the both of them when they first learned that Oikawa was capable of tossing Iwa, both of them eager to include it in their routine.
Hajime grabbed hold of Tooru's hands, feeling his heart race as the tempo slowed back down. Putting his faith in Iwa's grip, Oikawa let himself slip so he was nearly parallel with the ice as Hajime spun them. Every time they do the 'death spiral' Iwaizumi always gets worried that he'll lose his grip or something. The crowd was eating it up though, it working to their advantage. Glad that lifting Oikawa so much has improved his upper body strength, Hajime started pulling Tooru back up so they were face to face again. Hajime was completely focused on their moves, counting in his head to make sure he was on time with every movement; grab him there at this beat, move his leg there at that one, lift him here.
There was another soft section of the music, Oikawa pressing his back against Hajime's chest as they glided sideways in a spread eagle move, the crowd wrapped around their fingers. Without pausing, Oikawa turned to face Iwa just as the music picked up slightly, both of them crouching down and spinning closely together. Hajime's proud of himself for no longer getting dizzy over it, always having wondered how figure skaters did moves like that without puking.
They easily transitioned back to their regular skating, Hajime starting to feel more and more nervous. Their big move is coming up soon… He knows the music like the back of his hand, able to hear the slight build up as they glided around, his eyes still trained on Oikawa. The confident look in Oikawa's eyes when he turned to face him gave Hajime that little burst of courage he needed. Placing a hand on one of Oikawa's thighs and grabbing his hand with the other, he heaved his boyfriend into the air the same time the music had a lull. You could hear the entire crowd hold their breaths as Iwa held Oikawa above him with only one hand. Once again time slowed to a crawl, his own breath loud in his ears as he stared up at Tooru. Hajime's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the strain in his muscles, wanting to laugh about how crazy this all is. The feeling of being able to hold Tooru above him with one hand is just so… unbelievably exciting. He watched those chocolate eyes twinkle down at him with unbridled happiness, not able to enjoy it fully before their time was up. Giving Tooru a little push, Hajime let go of his hand, Tooru freefalling for a second before being caught in Iwa's arms with the crescendo of the music. It wasn't hard to guess that the crowd loved that move, their cheers and applause filling the stadium.
The rest of their routine just fell into place after that, every fluid movement seeming that much easier now that the complicated part was over. As the music started growing quiet again, their skating got slower and their bodies got closer, hands roaming tenderly. They ended with Oikawa's legs wrapped around Iwaizumi's waist, his hands cupping his face as Iwa held him up. The noise of the crowd faded back in, the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins finally catching up with him. It was perfect. It went exactly like they planned and practiced for so long.
What they didn't practice was what transpired next… Hajime smiled up at Tooru, ready to tell him how great they did when suddenly he watched Tooru lean in. Hajime's mind went blank at a pair of warm lips pressing against his, not processing what that truly meant, forgetting exactly where they were. For one - fleeting - moment, Hajime's eyes slipped closed, loosening his hold so Oikawa could get his feet back onto the ice as he returned the kiss. All at once reality flooded back to him, his blood running cold as he pulled away, the excited screams of their fans muted compared to the blood pounding in his ears. These competitions are televised… who knows how many people just watched them kiss… and who knows how many news stations will broadcast it across the country. It wasn't just them in the private rink… The look on Iwaizumi's face must've said it all, the giddy smile on Oikawa's face draining away as a thick tension formed between them.
Everything seemed to go much too slow for Iwaizumi after that. They sat together in front of a camera, thoughts slamming around in Iwaizumi's head relentlessly. Will this mean that they'll be given a hard time now? Will a repeat of the incident with Oikawa happen again? What if he's not there to step in and help? Will Oikawa get hurt because of his relationship with Iwaizumi ? Hajime wouldn't know what to do with himself if he knew that Tooru got harassed because of him . It'd be all his fault… He doesn't want anything bad to happen to Tooru. He's the most important person in the world to him, outside of his family.
Hajime was forced out of his worrying by their score being revealed, the numbers not making any sense to his muddled brain. It took him a good couple seconds to process the first place rank, only getting it once Oikawa pulled him in for a hug. Hajime buried his head in Oikawa's shoulder to hide the fact his expression didn't fit that of a winner, his stomach churning uneasily.
Once they got their medals and Oikawa made a statement to the camera about how thrilled they were, they finally made their way into the locker room. At least the extra time they had to spend on the air thanks to being the winners meant that the room was empty. Conflicting emotions battled for a place inside Iwaizumi, scared about the repercussions of everything and angry at Oikawa for putting them in this position. Yet, at the same time he's kind of thankful that the hardest part of this situation was finally behind them. Maybe this situation will just blow over if they let it play itself out. They'll become old news and the media will move on to the next scandal and they'll be left in peace. Hajime's raging emotions left no room for rational thinking, however. He could feel his blood pressure rising as they unlaced their skates in strained silence, both just waiting for the other to speak up first. Ultimately Hajime snapped first, letting his skate fall to the floor with a loud clack.
" What the hell were you thinking when you pulled that stunt?!" His brain was desperately trying to get him to close his big mouth, begging for his volume to at least come down. He's not really angry! He's just… he's just scared ! All he can see is the image of watching Tooru get punched replay over and over in his mind. Iwaizumi turned his head to stare at Oikawa's back, something in the back of his mind telling him that his tense muscles weren't a good sign. " Do you get how many people werewatching that?! There's no way they don't know we're dating now! Friends don't exactly plant one on each other!" It was useless, he was on a roll and, damn, it felt good to just let it all out. All of his fears and stress were just shedding off of him like layers of clothes. Oikawa hadn't paused in stripping down, his back firmly facing Iwaizumi as he pulled on some sweats, his outfit in a pool at his feet. Despite the sick feeling in his stomach at Tooru's eerie silence, Hajime kept going. " The media's going to eat all this up and life's going to be hell now!"
Tooru finally turned around as he finished pulling on a hoodie, any relieved feelings Hajime had thanks to finally voicing his worries, vanished altogether. His heart plummeted into the acidic pit of his stomach, his entire body freezing at the look he got. Those lovely, melted chocolate eyes that Hajime couldn't get enough of where now devoid of any warmth. They pinned him to the spot with their intensity. Hajime immediately knew Tooru was past being pissed off, he was at a whole new level of furious. Tooru had straightened up to his full height, staring down his nose at him, eyes completely shutting him out. Oikawa's walls couldn't be any further up. Hajime never expected to have that look directed at him of all people, feeling hopelessly lost. Every muscle on Oikawa was tense and ready to lash out, his fists trembling at his sides.
" You don't get to be angry at me , Hajime," The skater's voice was dangerously low, a very clear threat laced throughout it. Iwaizumi never truly appreciated Oikawa's height until it was looming over him, an accusing finger pointed in his direction. " You don't get to ! I'm the one who should be yelling, fuck it, screaming !" His voice steadily rose, growing shakier as he did so. If he wasn't too afraid to speak, he doubt he could've done anything to talk him down from his rant. " Tell me how this is fairto me Hajime! I've been so fucking patient for you! I've taken things one painfully slow step at a time, for you ! I followed the rules you set and never pushed you too far because I cared about you! I let myself be drug back into the closet just so I could be with you! Tell me how it's fucking fair that I'm not even allowed to kiss my goddamn boyfriend in public! Tell me how that's fucking fair Hajime ?!" Tooru's hands ran aggressively through his perfect hair, mussing it up spectacularly. If Hajime weren't busy trying to not panic, he might've found it amusing. " I'm fucking done ! I'm not joining you in the closet just because you're not fucking ready to admit that you suck my dick. I refuse ! I fucking refuse to subject myself to sneaking around and bending over backwards just to get you to so much as hold my hand in public, or have to make sure to whisk you away to get a fucking peck on the cheek! If you want to live in the closet, fine by me, but I'm not going to join you. Tell you what," Tooru let out a mirthless laugh, the sound sending chills down Hajime's back. " You want our relationship a secret so damn bad? I'll make it easier for you and end it right here so you don't have to be so concerned whether or not people think the mighty captain Iwaizumi Hajime is gay or not!" Iwaizumi's eyes widened at that, his heart leaping back up into his throat, knocking out all the air in his lungs on the way up. He… he didn't just… hear that… right…?!
Oikawa gave him an ugly sneer, turning towards his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he kept walking towards the door. Hajime willed his legs to move, shakily taking a couple steps after him, his voice trembling.
" W-Wait..! That's not...not-"
" And don't bother talking to me until you decide that you're not ashamed to be seen with me. We're over, Iwaizumi." Tooru didn't even turn his head to address Hajime, the use of his given name was the final blow that broke him. Iwaizumi's mouth was still wordlessly hanging open as Oikawa slammed the door open and vanished before his eyes. Everything didn't quite settle in fully yet, Hajime feeling himself unraveling with every step back to his locker. He reached out to lean against the locker for support, falling short and end up sliding down to his knees. Dread started creeping over him as it slowly sank in that Oikawa wasn't joking. He just broke up with him. He fucked everything up because he worried too much about Oikawa's sake. Because he couldn't bare Oikawa being another gay bashing statistic. Iwa's eyes burned with the promise of tears, his chest heaving as he yanked at his hair.
" No… no.. no !" His voice was even shakier than he thought it'd be, trembling just as much as his hands were. " T-This, this isn't… isn't happening!" His voice broke, mocking him by echoing back. A broken sob hiccupped out of his throat as he doubled over, his forehead touching the cold tile of the floor.
All of those special moments they shared are gone: all of those sleepy mornings with Tooru clinging to his body and drooling all over his pillows and his god awful bedhead; all of those stupid alien movies that made no sense yet Tooru could go on forever about; all of those passionate and sweet moments throughout their love making and his feather light caresses afterwards with that dreamy smile of his… Gone… Just like that. Hajime felt his shoulders shake as he cried, hot tears running down his nose and onto the tile. His hands desperately clawed at his chest, wanting to do anything to get the pain to go away.
His messy, curly brunette locks were tussled gently by the crisp night air, body bathed in pale moonlight, head tilted up to look at the sky. The stars shimmering in his deep brown eyes were breathtaking, the hickeys scattered across his neck and shoulders only adding to his beauty. The dark marks a stark contrast with his porcelain skin, even more so in the soft moonlight, Hajime still finding it hard to believe that hewas the one to put them there. Tooru is his…
" Don't the stars look beautiful, Iwa-chan?"
" Yes, you are,"
" No no no no NO!" Iwa's shrill voice all but screamed out, the sweet memory only a slap to the face now. Growling in frustration, Iwaizumi lashed out, grabbing his duffle bag and throwing it across the room, the contents spilling out noisily. In his little outburst, he slammed his fist into the locker in front of him, leaving a decent dent in the metal. With the burst of pain shooting up his arm, the last of his little bit of frustration drained out of him, leaving him with his broken heart. Hajime slumped against the bench next to him, the tears now streaming down his face. " F-Fu-ck…" He choked out, his breath shallow and uneven as he bawled, his shoulders shaking with every intake of breath.
You fucked up, you fucked up, you fucked up
" ...Fuck…" His voice was reduced to a whimper as he clung tightly to the bench, not able to stop the overwhelming emotions. He just lost his first serious relationship… What was he going to tell his family…? Hajime fucked up. He couldn't even hold onto the best guy he'll probably ever find. How will he even pick himself up and dateanyone ever again…? He already had a hard time thinking about dating before Oikawa crashed into his life and changed everything... Hiro will be devastated for sure, her friendship with Takeru will probably be strained and it's all Hajime's fault. That train of thought only lead to Iwaizumi weeping harder, burying his face into his arms as he cried out broken whimpers. Idly, he realized he hasn't cried this hard in years, probably not since he was a kid. Oikawa had managed to get him to fall for him harder than he's fallen for anyone, and he managed to break him more than he's ever been broken. How fitting. Naturally Oikawa never does anything half assed.
The sound of the door opening just barely registered to the crumpled captain, weakly hoping that no one would find him like this. At the same time Hajime knows he needs someone to find him like this for his own good.
" Hey lover birds! It's awfully quiet in here! I hope you're not doing- Hajime… ?! What's wrong?!" It was some comfort that his team was the one to find him, a wave of relief washing over him. In a second he heard all of them rush over, hovering around him as they waited for some sign that he was actually fine. Sitting back, Hajime finally raised his head to reveal his tear stained face, a strained smile pulling on his quivering lips. The shocked expressions of his teammates were understandable. The only time they've really seen him cry was when he nearly lost it when he gave his captain's speech after they lost a critical game and fell short of moving on to the finals.
" I..I fucked up… I fucked up… it's all my f-fault… H-He broke u-up with me," His voice was horribly shaky, so thick with emotion that it was hard for even Hajime himself to make out his words. More tears rolled down his face blurring his world. He didn't need to see their faces to feel the shift in the collective mood, the murderous intent palpable. Hanamaki was the first one to crouch down next to Iwaizumi, pulling him in for a silent hug. Hajime quickly grabbed onto his shirt and jacket, needing support badly right now. He didn't think twice about burying his face into Makki's shoulder, his faithful friend rubbing his back comfortingly as he shook in his hold. Iwa knew that his team would be extremely upset with Oikawa for this, not doubting that they've already threatened him sometime before. He wouldn't put it past them to promise Oikawa bodily harm.
" It's okay Hajime, we're here for you. It'll be okay. Just breathe Hajime," Makki's low voice was extremely reassuring, the hand carding slowly through his damp hair calming him slightly. He attempted to take the advice, only ending up letting out another anguished cry. That seemed to trigger heavy footsteps storming across the locker room, making Hajime tense up.
" Kyoutani! Where are you going?" Kuroo's voice called out, most likely stopping the youngest player from storming right out of the locker room. Hajime could hear Kyoutani's boots squeak as he whirled around, it easy to picture his face twisted up in anger.
" Where the fuck else?! To find that lousy prick and rearrange his face! I never fucking liked him! He's dead !" Kyou barked out, so angry that his voice quivered with barely contained anger. A spike of fear shot through Hajime at picturing Oikawa getting beat up by those guys in the street. His fear had him pulling away from Hanamaki, wide eyes trained on the seething blond.
" NO! " Hajime's sudden yell made everyone in the room jump, Kyoutani turning bewildered eyes to his distraught captain. In a surge of possessiveness, Hajime turned a heated glare to Kyoutani. " Don't you fucking hurt him or I'll never fucking forgive you !" He spat, Hanamaki trying to calm him back down as Kyoutani flinched back, looking hurt by the threat. In less than a second Kyoutani was puffed back up and angry.
" And why the hell shouldn't I?! Have you seen yourself?!"
" Because I love-!" Hajime cut himself off, his bloodshot eyes widening at the realization of what he nearly admitted, a new wave of sadness filling his eyes with fresh tears. The team was silent, it not hard to piece together the rest of his statement, Kyoutani no longer puffed up in anger. Hanamaki sighed, turning Hajime's head back facing him wrapping his arms comfortingly around his chest again.
" Don't worry, we're not going to hurt him." Kuroo shot a pointed look to the seething blond, getting a click of a tongue in return.
" Come on, let's get you presentable so we can get you back home," Makki mumbled, reaching out to start taking off his skating outfit. Hajime felt numb the rest of the time it took himself dressed, letting Makki all but dress him. The others helped gather Hajime's scattered belongings, shoving them back into his bag. To hide the fact anything bad had happened, they put shades over his puffy eyes, pulling up his hood to further obscure his face. Hanamaki and Matsukawa both flanked Iwaizumi, Makki holding Hajime's head against his shoulder to keep him safe. Kyoutani and Bokuto walked just ahead of the three as they headed out into the mass of reporters still buzzing around. They acted as the deterrent, parting a path through the crowd with Kyoutani's killer scowl and Bokuto's intimidating bulk and rare serious expression. Kuroo took it upon himself to carry Iwaizumi's bag, trailing behind the group to make sure that they had completely enveloped their compromised captain. Cameras flashed as they walked by, the menacing aura of the team keeping all the reporters at a safe distance, no one daring to even attempt to speak to Hajime. Iwa tried to bite back the emotion threatening to launch him into another fit of sobs at how lucky he is to have such a great group of guys as his friends. Despite his efforts, a small noise hiccuped out of him, Makki rubbing his scalp gently, quietly hushing him.
Once they were on the bus they took to get there, Hajime's team all stuck close to him, all of them in protection mode. The men looked ready to rip apart the nearest threat if it mean that their captain was safe. They didn't stop their little protection circle as they made their way up to Hajime's apartment, it uncharacteristically silent amongst the group. Iwaizumi looked up, catching sight of his front door, almost able to see Oikawa leaning seductively against it like he had that one faithful night. Of course he was only seeing what he wanted to see, Oikawa nowhere near his apartment. Hajime gritted his teeth to hold himself together, pissed off with himself that he can't even look at his fucking front door without thinking about Tooru. This isn't going to go well if this is how it's going to be from now on.
Hajime found himself being ushered into his own apartment, his shoes being all but ripped off of him as they steered him to the couch. Yet again he felt a pang of guilt when he thought about what took place on it. It's hard to not think about Oikawa when the smell of his intoxicating cologne was all over his couch thanks to their last movie night they had here.
" This is a classic , Iwa-chan! You should be glad that I'm bringing some culture to your dreary life! It's a good thing you've got me here to educate you on cinematic masterpieces~!"
His eyes started stinging at how clear his stupid voice was and how easy it is to picture his stupid smile making his eyes crinkle at the corners to show he's being honest; or the way his hair gets all mussed up thanks to him being so restless after he sits still after so long; or his long legs always ending up splayed over Hajime by the end of the movie; or how he'd somehow manage to talk Hajime into making out with him if he lost interest in the movie (usually being Hajime's pick, but he could never find it in himself to be upset by that). His thoughts were knocked from his mind when a blanket hit him right in the face.
" We're ordering take out tonight. The most artery clogging, greasy, delicious comfort food we can find," Mattsun declared, grabbing Hajime's laptop with flourish, setting out to look up delivery places. A small smile pulled at his lips as he watched Mattsun scroll through search results, fondness bubbling up inside of him.
" We'll be back soon, you guys stay here," Kuroo announced, getting everyone's attention, both him and Bokuto standing at the door. It wasn't hard to guess where they were off to with such serious expressions. Unease churned in Hajime's stomach, not wanting his team to avenge him or anything. Just because Oikawa dumped him doesn't mean he wants anything bad to happen to him. Hanamaki spoke up for him, frowning at the two by the door.
" Don't do anything stupid. It's not worth it. I'm sure everyone's got their reasons," Makki warned, Kuroo's gaze not wavering in the slightest.
" I don't plan to. I won't lay a hand on his pretty little head. I just want to have a lovely chat with him is all," Kuroo easily explained, not looking like he really wanted to sit down and chat with anyone, his muscles all tensed up with barely restrained rage. Kyoutani stood up, his scowl even more intimidating than it usually is.
" I'm coming with you then!" He insisted, only earning himself a tired glare from Kuroo.
" No, you're not. Can you honestly tell me that you'd be able to hold yourself back from attacking him?"
" I-"
" No, you couldn't , Kyoutani. You know damn well if he was here right now that you'd sock him right in the face without a second thought. You're the one who immediately tried to go track him down to beat him up not half an hour ago. You're too hotheaded to deal with this. Stay here with Hajime, make him feel better," That shut Kyoutani up, his fists clenched at his sides as he gritted his teeth, knowing he can't argue with him. His expression looked like he had just ate something sour, struggling with agreeing that he needs to stay here.
" You'd punch him if he was here too," He grumbled moodily, his frown dangerously close to a pout. Kuroo offered him a weary smile, shrugging as he turned towards the door.
" I would if it wouldn't make Hajime upset, but since it does, I can say that I wouldn't." And with that, they both left without another word, Kyoutani plopping down onto the floor in defeat. Hajime smiled fondly down at the sulking Kyoutani, grateful that he swallowed his pride and didn't just barge out of here so he could go get his own revenge.
" Thanks, Kyou, it means a lot…" His voice was soft thanks to all his crying leaving him hoarse. Kyoutani's ears burned red at his gratitude, Kyou always being easily flustered. He mumbled out a gruff 'whatever' trying to play off the fact he got embarrassed from a simple thank you. Hajime allowed Hanamaki to stretch out across his lap, his head resting in Mattsun's lap.
" I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. Voice your order now or forever hold your peace," Mattsun drawled, absentmindedly running his hand through Makki's short hair as he clicked some options on the take out site. Iwaizumi settles in against the couch, still feeling like crap, but able to forget about everything for at least a moment.
Of course that all ended when he got up to go to the bathroom, being greeted by Oikawa's little stash of hair products. He insisted he needed them if he was going to be staying over for the night and ended up keeping it there. Iwa bit his lip trying to not think about the constant ache in his chest, figuring he should probably get used to it now. Maybe he'll wake up and all this will be a horrible dream. If only life worked that way...
A/N ... (◕‿◕✿) welp, that's a predicament!