Sweat dropped from his brow to the floor as he kneeled down to tie his shoelaces. He glanced over at Kindaichi, laying on the floor, his arms shielding his eyes from the bright lights and his legs sprawled open. His chest heaved up and down quite quickly and Oikawa could hear his loud gasping for air. "You're not tired after just that, are you?"

Kindaichi propped himself on his elbows, giving Oikawa a frown. "Oikawa-san," He panted as he pushed himself to a sitting position, crossing his legs. "You'll hurt yourself if you keep going like this!" They'd been at it for about two hours. Kindaichi practicing his receives and Oikawa his serves.

"Yutaro-kun is so sweet, worrying about me like that," his lips curled into one of his smiles. He leaped to his feet and motioned to Kindaichi's side, crouching down at his side.

Kindaichi's already flushed cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of red. "Oikawa-san, I'm serious," he said and dropped his gaze. "Plus, I think you're going to tear my arms off," he added with a murmur.

Oikawa's fake smile faded, pressing his lips into a thin line. "I'm sorry," he muttered and he grabbed first year's arms. He started by running his index finger and his middle finger in the middle of his arm, applying some pressure. The first year flinched but didn't pull his arm back, simply watching the setter's movements with a certain awe.

When Oikawa was done, Kindaichi pulled his arms to his chest and stretched them out, the previous throbbing pain gone, just a mild ache remaining. "How… How did you do that," his voice came out as a whisper as he stared at his arms in disbelief, as if searching for something different in them.

Oikawa leaned in, whispering in Kindaichi's ear. "The human body has a quite few secrets, would you like me to teach you?" Kindaichi's jaw dropped. His lips trembled and he made small sounds as if he was trying to say something but couldn't quite word it properly.

"Oi- Oi- Oikawa-sa—

"Relax, Kindaichi!" Oikawa interrupted him, placing a hand on the first year's shoulder. "I was just kidding, no need to be so scared," Oikawa assured him with an amused smile. "No- no need to look so scared," he added, sitting down next to Kindaichi. He placed a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, his body shaking slightly as he turned his head around to keep Kindaichi from seeing him laughing.

"Oikawa-san!" Kindaichi huffed, clearly not finding it as humorous as Oikawa. Oikawa glanced at him all red and stifled another laugh. "Oikawa-san!"

"I'm…I…I'm sorry," he finally managed to say, wiping tears from his eyes as he clutched at his stomach with his other hand. "Sorry, Kindaichi," he said with a sincere smile.

Kindaichi's frown softened and his lips curled a bit. "Well, I guess it's okay. Iwaizumi-san said you weren't feeling very well today so I'm glad you're laughing. Even if it is at me," he said and flashed him a grin.

"He said that?"

"Yeah, he was really worried too," Kindaichi said.

"Really?"

"Oikawa-san, I know this is none of my business but I just feel that you shouldn't be mad at Iwaizumi-san. I mean I don't know what he did but he said he didn't mean to hurt you and you guys have been friends for so long that I—

"Yutaro-kun," Oikawa said, the use of his first name silencing Kindaichi. "Thanks," he told him and smiled. He ran his hand through his hair, dropping his gaze for a second. Then he sighed and stood up.

"Oikawa-san, what Iwaizumi-san did to you… was it that bad?" Kindaichi was gazing up at him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Why do you ask?"

"You look… a bit sad today, that's all." Oikawa's eyebrows shot up and his lips parted slightly for a moment. Quickly, his usual demeanor returned and he gave him a short, fake smile and turned his back on the first year sitting on the floor.

…

He splashed water on his face, a towel hanging on top of his head, dangling sideways as his body moved. He rubbed his neck and arms clean too in swift, precise movements.

Oikawa took a step back, about to turn away – when all of a sudden the spiker straightened his back, drying himself with the towel and stared right at him. "Hey," he blurted out.

"Hey," Oikawa replied flatly.

There was a brief yet incredibly awkward silence.

"I was just telling Kindaichi that you serves are getting pretty scary, Iwa-chan," Oikawa smirked. "Though, they're still not quite good as mine," his smirk widened and he placed his hands on his hips.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi nodded absent-mindedly.

Oikawa's smirk faded and his arms fell slack at his sides. He averted his eyes from the spiker and ambled to the faucets to get some water himself. No sudden moves, he told himself, look composed. Tired even, he considered. It would be perfectly normal for him to look tired.

He passed Iwaizumi without the spiker doing any movement in particular. Good, he thought, it's going well. Now, hopefully, Iwaizumi would either leave him alone or stay absorbed in his thoughts long enough for him to get out of there.

"Oikawa," he said with that tone of voice someone uses to say something important. Or perhaps that was just Iwaizumi's usual tone of voice.

"Hum?" Oikawa made the sound as he splashed himself with water, running his fingers through his hair. It was a perfectly normal 'hum' to say, nothing about it said Oikawa was thinking about getting the hell out of there.

"About last night I—

"What about it?" Oikawa said cheerfully with a tight-lipped smile. Nothing is wrong, what would be wrong? Why would they need to discuss last night? Oikawa thoroughly believed that if he sounded cheerful and naïve in his mind that he would sound that way in reality as well.

Iwaizumi was taken aback, seemingly lost on what he was going to say next. "I… did I… did I do something weird?"

Oikawa tilted his head to the side, his expression unchanged even though he felt his anger building up inside him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know…" he dropped his eyes. "Did I… do something to you?"

Oikawa's lip trembled with anger but his smile remained there. "No, nothing," he said louder than he wished. He cleared his throat. "We should really get back to practice," the setter mentioned.

Oikawa started walking back to the gym but something pulled at his wrist. His head snapped back at Iwaizumi. "Wait," Iwaizumi asked with a frown.

"Iwa-chan, we shoul—

"I'm sorry," he said, tightening his grip around Oikawa's wrist. "I'm sorry about last night. I was drunk and I shouldn't have done it. It was wrong, I'm sorry."

Oikawa's anger faded a bit as he saw Iwaizumi's expression and the softness in his voice, the regret… "It's okay, Iwa-chan. You got drunk accidentally. Besides, you didn't do anyth—

"I'm sorry for kissing you," he blurted out.

Oikawa's pretty little façade dropped. "What," he saidwhsi barely audible. "You… you remember?" His expression was pure shock and disbelief.

Iwaizumi nodded, avoiding Oikawa's gaze. "I'm really sorry. It was a mistake, I see that now. I shouldn't have forced you like that."

"A mistake!?" He sputtered pulling his arm free from Iwaizumi's grip. He frowned, his lips curling into a sneer. "A mistake, huh? I was never good enough for you, was I?" His tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked. "You never even considered me, never considered my feelings for you but you begged! You begged me!" He raised his chin slightly, staring down at Iwaizumi. "You begged me and now I AM A MISTAKE!?"

Iwaizumi reached for his hand. "Oikawa, I—

"Don't!" Oikawa slapped him away, shaking his head. "Don't touch me," and he walked away.

A/N:

I'm pretty proud about how this ch turned out.

I'd like to thank BakaNH for giving me the idea that Iwaizumi actually remembered the kiss and also charmingchrissy1 for Iwaizumi's feelings and the idea for multiple chapters because I was thinking about ending it with this one. Also because this probably would've ended up as another just fluff fic. Basically you guys gave me the idea to torment Oikawa a bit. Poor Oikawa though, I hate doing this to him. Also thank you to Guest and thelordofabsolutelynothing, of course. It's always nice to get some feedback!

The next chapter is already planned and I hope I can write it as well as it deserves because I just like this idea so much. I wanna do right by it, yk?

Well, please do tell me if this chapter was any good or not. I tried to transmit Oikawa's feelings well in that last bit, I hope I did it well, at least...