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He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).
At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?
Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?
A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.
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Iwaizumi continues, oblivious to Tooru’s inner turmoil. "Seriously, did you really think that someone who doesn’t love you would ever be able to put up with your crap for the last twenty-some-odd years of their life?"
Tooru keeps staring. In fact, he stares for so long that he swears that his eyeballs are stretching like the neck of a giraffe reaching for the greenest leaves on a tree.
This can’t be happening.
This—
"It’s always just been us. Me and you. Hajime and Tooru. I don’t think we could be any other way." And Tooru drinks it all in. The way Iwaizumi cheekily grins as his own comment, pushing the terrarium against Tooru’s face, and barking out a laugh while flushing to the tips of his ears. Iwaizumi licks his lips again, gaze shifting onto the ground before shifting back to Tooru. "Sorry it took so long for me to come up with an adequate answer but… if you’ll still have me… Marry me."
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He takes a step closer to Iwaizumi and says, “You’re going to have to pry this gym away from my cold, dead hands if you really want it, Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi leans in and grins without any humor. “Bring it on, pretty boy.”
Or, five-ish times that Oikawa Tooru has the grave misfortune of encountering the very annoying hot asshole of a baseball captain.
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Iwaizumi hums. “Not quite sure if that’s how it works, but I guess it’s okay. Looks good on you.”
Tooru can only take so much in one night. “Iwa-chan,” he whines, then pitches forward and leans down and hides his face in Iwaizumi’s chest, his hands clenching at the fabric of Iwaizumi’s jersey. Iwaizumi makes a noise of surprise, but tentatively puts his hands on Tooru’s back; they’re really wide and warm. “You’re so embarrassing. Stop complimenting me.”
“You seriously want me to stop?”
Tooru pauses. “No,” he answers reluctantly. “But you’re not allowed to compliment anyone except for me.”
“As if I’d do that,” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. He takes off his baseball cap and places it on Tooru’s head, gentle so as to not mess up Tooru’s curls.
The gesture is oddly touching; Tooru’s heart seizes in his chest. “Why do you keep giving me your clothes? At this rate, I’ll have your entire closet by the end of the school year.”
Iwaizumi pulls away and shrugs. “I think you look cute wearing my clothes.”
Tooru groans and covers his face. “Okay, that’s enough. I’m going to explode.”
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“What if I had something to tell you?” Oikawa does tear out a few blades of grass, then, running them between his fingers before letting go. He wonders if Iwaizumi is watching, too. “But it’s something that you might already know.”
So why is it so hard to say? His throat feels inexplicably tight.
(Oikawa knows Iwaizumi better than anyone, but Iwaizumi knows him, too.)
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“Iwa-chan,” he says, and he’s crying again, messy and uglier than ever. He’s not sure whether Iwaizumi had pulled him in or he’d just fallen into his arms on his own. He doesn’t think it really matters. “Iwa-chan,” he repeats, certain that he’s ruining Iwaizumi’s shirt, “Iwa-chan—“
“It’s okay,” Iwaizumi says, a little clumsy, and Oikawa’s fingers twist into the back of his shirt. He never, ever wants to let go, Iwaizumi’s clumsy care and affection winding all around his heart. He knows it’s unfair of him, to want to hold on to someone so much, but Iwaizumi’s telling him not to carry it all on his own.
He laughs wetly, voice coming out thick and broken. “I’m the worst, aren’t I, Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi sighs, one hand raising to cradle the back of Oikawa’s head. He lets out a strangled little sound, surprises himself with it, but Iwaizumi only sighs again. “Don’t you get it? I’m telling you there’s no one else.” Oikawa stifles a sob into Iwaizumi’s shoulder, precious, precious Iwaizumi, who holds him close and says, “Who else would I want?”
All he can do is hold on tightly, enveloped in Iwaizumi’s arms. He’s the strong one, the leader, their captain, but he can’t imagine where he’d be without Iwaizumi. And now, he won’t be beside him, they’ll be apart, both making their own way. He can’t dare to ask Iwaizumi, but —
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Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.
Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.
(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)
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Oikawa makes a small sound, squeezing back. “Iwa-chan. Are you sure you’re not dying?”
“Idiot.” Iwaizumi gently guides him backward, cradling the back of his head. Oikawa watches him, eyes soft, as Iwaizumi’s hand moves. Runs his fingers along Oikawa’s cheek, his jaw, before finally coming to rest along the curve of his neck. Iwaizumi can’t stop looking, every inch of Oikawa’s face, so close, so open. So undeniably happy. All because of him.
“What is it?” Oikawa asks.
Iwaizumi doesn’t have an answer. He shakes his head, shrugs a little helplessly.
“Admiring the view?” Oikawa teases, lips curled into a grin. He wiggles his eyebrows.
“I guess you caught me,” Iwaizumi replies, tipping forward to press a kiss to Oikawa’s nose. Because he can, because he wants to. “That’s because I am.” A lovely flush overtakes Oikawa’s face yet again, and Iwaizumi can’t hold back his smile.
This time, Oikawa slaps a hand over Iwaizumi’s face, instead. “Iwa-chan, this is too much. You’re supposed to only grudgingly admit you like me, maybe after a brush with death, then go back to doing push ups or whatever it is you do all day.”
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He notices that as the night progresses, the dance floor becomes more and more crowded. The lights that were once colored were now bright white, and they were flashing very fast, making a slow motion effect for Hajime's eyes. Looking around and doing his best to distinguish his two friends, he comes across a shirt he would recognize anywhere.
(In wich hajime is dragged to a bar for his birthday by oikawa, and oikawa isn't even there with him.)
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He thinks it's been hours, when Hajime pulls back to press little kisses over his lips, the corners of his mouth, cheeks, jaw, over all the places Hajime can access. He leaves his hands on the brown-haired man's jaw, as he gently rests his sweaty forehead on Tooru's.
"Happy birthday, Iwa-chan," Tooru tells him, a toothy grin in full view. "This wasn't the way I was planning to confess tonight, but it works for me. You always have to make everything a dramatic scene on your birthday, don't you, Iwa-chan?" Tooru comments, letting out a laugh as he placed his arms around Hajime's waist, hugging him and hiding his head on his shoulder, while the other wrapped his arms around his shoulders.