Iwaizumi drifted into consciousness a while after falling asleep next to Oikawa. He could tell it was late, it was still dark in the room, but he didn't feel Oikawa right next to him anymore. He forced his eyes open, and turned his head to look behind him and see if Oikawa was still there.
He was, and even in the dim light he could see a concentrated expression on his friend's face. Oikawa was sitting up on his side of the bed, next to the wall, with his knees pulled to his chest, and his chin resting on his knees.
He rolled over onto his other side so he was facing Oikawa, and used his elbow to prop himself up in order to talk more easily.
"The hell are you doing up dumbass?It's like, two am." Iwaizumi's voice was slurred and unintelligible.
He watched as Oikawa jumped slightly, surprised at the sound of his voice, and looked towards Iwaizumi, "Sorry Iwa-chan, did I wake you up?"
Iwaizumi shook his head, "No, but what are you doing?"
"I was just thinking," Oikawa shrugged, looking away again.
"What were you thinking about?"
Oikawa shrugged again, "Nothing, it's not important."
Iwaizumi frowned and sat up. He turned to face Oikawa and crossed his legs, "Well it's clearly not nothing if it's keeping you awake. Are you thinking about Maho?"
"No, no. It's not Maho," Iwaizumi heard Oikawa sigh, and he hesitated before he continued, "What did you mean when you said you loved me?"
Iwaizumi felt his cheeks burn, and he was thankful for the darkness, "What are you talking about?"
He hoped that maybe if he played dumb Oikawa would think it was just a dream or something; however, it didn't work.
"You said you loved me, and then kissed my forehead right before I fell asleep. What did you mean when you said that?"
Iwaizumi paused for a moment, "I meant that I love you."
"Yeah I know that, but in what way?" Oikawa persisted, "Like, did you mean it in a 'you're my best friend' kind of way or in an 'I love you romantically' kind of way?"
Iwaizumi sighed, "Why are you being so persistent about this? It doesn't really matter."
"Well it matters to me."
"Why?"
"Because I think I love you too, that's why."
Iwaizumi was stunned, he hadn't expected that at all.
"I mean, look at us," Oikawa continued, "We sleep in the same bed, hold hands, we do everything that couples do. We've basically been a couple for years, but we assumed that we were just friends, 'cause we're both boys and boys don't love boys, boys love girls. But I never did this stuff with Maho. I never did this stuff with her because I didn't really love her. I love you, and I realize that now, and I don't know if you love me in the same way. That's why it matters to me."
"I love you too," Iwaizumi took a deep breath, "I have for years."
Oikawa turned to look at Iwaizumi, and he could see the hope in his eyes, despite the darkness. The same hope was present in his voice when he spoke, "Like love me love me?"
Iwaizumi smiled, and leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Oikawa, "Yes, I love you love you, dumbass."
He felt Oikawa's arms around his torso, and felt the warm air against his shoulder as Oikawa spoke, "Don't be so mean Iwa-chan."
