A/N: Haikyuu! (iwaoi) - 33: "Will you just hold still?" The drabble is partly inspired from an anime scene!
Measurements
Pairing: IwaOi (ft. MatsuHana)
"Kawa. Get over here, I need your measurements for the new jerseys." They were just cleaning up the gymnasium hall after their practice, and Iwaizumi was making his round with the measuring tape to get everyone's measurements.
"You're doing this? We should get a cute manager to do it," Oikawa whined, dropping the balls he was gathering and lazily lifting his arms, unaware of Hanamaki who ran after the rolling balls with an annoyed growl.
"Yes, Shittykawa, I'm doing this since our captaaain won't do it." Iwaizumi shot him a glare before lifting the measuring tape until just below his arms to measure the area around his chest.
Oikawa gulped and began to squirm heavily, and the arms he held apart began to tremble.
"Will you just hold still?" Iwaizumi grunted, but the moment he tightened the measuring tape around him, Oikawa let out a loud screech and wobbled backwards.
"What the-" Iwaizumi tightened his grip on the tape and used it as a way to let the hysterical guy keep his balance.
"That fucking tickles!" Oikawa cursed, huffing with a bright red face and hands pushing against Iwaizumi's shoulders, but he was held trapped with the measuring tape.
"You're unbelievable," Iwaizumi said with a smirk, but he began to feel warm at the memory of their tickle fights when they were in middle school, especially during sleepovers. How could he forget?
"Hmmm," he leaned close and checked the measurements while he brushed his fingers against his ribs on purpose, making the Seijoh captain explode in a girlish giggle fit.
"Eehehehe noohoho!" Oikawa's laughter sounded through the gymnasium. His arms flailed and almost hit Iwaizumi in the face, but the ace kept his composure and grinned when the trapped captain laughed a whiny laugh like a little kid.
"Need help?" Hanamaki showed up behind them, and Iwaizumi nodded.
"I'm here too," Matsukawa said with a smirk, and they each grabbed an arm, leaving Oikawa even more helpless than he already was.
"Guys!" he squeaked, his eyes widening when Iwaizumi could finally loosen the tape, and he teasingly wiggled his fingers down Oikawa's body while he made his way down to his waist.
"Aaalmost done," he sang, and he wrapped the tape around his waist, which resulted in a loud cackle-laugh that hurt the third year trio's ears.
"Holy shit," Matsukawa mumbled. The first- and second years didn't know whether they had to laugh or cringe at the crazy display, but it was sure as hell an interesting sight.
"And that's that.. Now, was that so hard?" Iwaizumi sighed after he had finally memorized Oikawa's measurements (which he secretly already knew, of course).
"Yes! - huff - are we done now?" Oikawa tiredly lifted his head and gathered his breath, but Iwaizumi exchanged glances with the guys that kept his arms prisoners, and he did not like the way the ace suddenly smirked.
"Nooope!" he said, and he dropped the measuring tape and attacked his sides and tummy with tickles, squeezing them and wiggling his fingers wherever he could reach.
Each hooking their arm under Oikawa's armpit, both Matsukawa and Hanamaki used their free hand to tickle the hysterical guy's ticklish ribs, and now the party had really begun. Oikawa screamed bloody murder, throwing giggly curses at them and his knees buckling.
"NAAHAhha S-STAHhaahp! I h-hate youuuhou!" he whined, and his legs gave up their final power, causing him to hang helplessly in his fellow third years' arms.
This also took care of a new, nice tickle-area for Iwaizumi, since his hanging position resulted in his shirt to ride up, so the mischievous ace wasted no time and attacked Oikawa's bare tummy with both hands.
"STO-Ahahahaa! Noohoho IWA- aahaha!" With the gymnasium finally cleaned, the first- and second years slowly and awkwardly left for the clubroom, leaving the third years and their crazy tickle fest alone.
"I really can't believe you're still so ticklish, Shittykawa!" Iwaizumi said excitedly, spidering his fingers around his belly button, scratching and squeezing as he liked.
"M-MEHEeha-" Oikwa gasped sharply through his hysterical laughter, squirming and twisting weakly.
"What are you trying to say?" Hanamaki and Matsukawa tickled his armpits, and Oikawa was more useless than ever. With his body strength and ability to speak gone, all he could do was laugh and giggle at the ticklish torment.
"M-meanies!" he finally whimpered when Iwaizumi took the tummy tickling to a lower level, lightly poking his tummy and reducing him to silent laughter. When Oikawa coughed and panted hoarsely, they finally stopped and released him, and Oikawa slumped to the ground.
"It was super effective," Hanamaki said dryly.
"Yeah, that was fun," Matsukawa added, and the three of them laughed together while Oikawa lay on the floor like a dead person.
"Alright let's go guys. Got everything?" Iwaizumi said, gathering his stuff, and they walked around the hall and checked if their kouhai hadn't slacked off with cleaning. Finally Iwaizumi returned to Oikawa who hadn't moved an inch.
"Hey!" he yelled when Hanamaki and Matsukawa walked out the door.
"He's yours."
"Yep, bye."
Iwaizumi watched how the duo left, and he shook his head. Those guys… Sighing, he bent where Oikawa was and lifted his limp body on his back so he could piggyback him to the clubroom.
"Iwa-chan, mean…" Oikawa mumbled tiredly, nuzzling his shoulder and tightening his arms around him. Iwaizumi smiled and blushed. Tickling Oikawa… Heh, it really was the cutest. Maybe it was time to pick up his old hobby again, after all this time.