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Oikawa was the one who planned the first of their many dates.
Iwaizumi swore that the first date was one of the best dates they’ve ever had.
Oikawa had come knocking on his bedroom door one night, just after the sun had set and Iwaizumi was getting ready to do some homework. Actually, knocking was a relative understatement. He had knocked three times, barged in after hearing no reply, and immediately plopped himself on Iwaizumi’s bed.
“Iwa-chan, get up, get up, get up,” said Oikawa, almost bouncing like a puppy. “We’re going on a date.”
“We are?” asked Iwaizumi, looking up from his notes. “I wasn’t notified.”
“Well, you are now,” huffed Oikawa. “C’moooon, I already asked your mother for permission.”
“Oikawa, it’s nighttime.”
“Exactly!” exclaimed Oikawa. He grabbed Iwaizumi’s hand and dragged him outside the bedroom. “That’s why I wanted to take you on a date, it’s nighttime!”
They walked down the stairs, Oikawa still holding Iwaizumi’s hand, when Iwaizumi’s mother saw them. She grinned at them knowingly.
“Have fun, you two.”
“Will do, auntie! Oh, and yay, there’s the bag,” Oikawa grabbed a bag from the table near the door as they went outside.
“Hold on a minute, what’s in that bag?” Iwaizumi demanded grabbing the bag from Oikawa’s hands. He zipped it open and the smell of freshly baked goods and hot food wafted up to his nose. Underneath the boxes of food was a cloth-like material embroidered with green aliens wearing galactic aluminum suits. Iwaizumi recognized it immediately. It was Oikawa’s alien blanket, the one they often used as children whenever they’re stargazing.
Aha.
“Stargazing?” asked Iwaizumi as they walked side by side to their usual haunting, a good spot near the river where there is less light pollution. Oikawa’s eyes were twinkling, and Iwaizumi was suddenly thrown back in time as he remembered the young Oikawa Tooru, who would drag him in the late hours of the night outside, toting his backpack and alien blanket. The young Oikawa who would often babble about constellations he recently learned, about the outer space and the vastness of it, about legends and myths that concern the universe. The young Oikawa who loved to shout in the dark, asking for aliens to abduct him because Iwa-chan is so mean.
Iwaizumi wondered whether he already loved the young Oikawa Tooru back then.
“Correct, Iwa-chan,” said Oikawa, snapping Iwaizumi out of his thoughts. “I thought it’d be nice to stargaze again. This would be our first official date and all!”
Iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. “...and all?”
“Yes. We’d cuddle and feed each other food and point at stars and kiss each other senseless while waiting for extraterrestrial space ships,” replied Oikawa, not a hint of shame in his voice.
“I think you’re mistaking me for one of your groupies, Shittykawa,” said Iwaizumi wryly. “If anything, I expect stuff like..” He pasted on a sappy look on his face, and pitched his voice higher. “Iwa-chan, the stars sure are beautiful, aren’t they?” Then he switched to his normal voice. ‘Yeah, but you know who else is beautiful?” Switch back to faux-Oikawa voice, add a bashful look to his face. There. “Who?” Back to normal voice, this time more serious than he previously was. “Godzilla.” Cue horrified look on his face to finish the joke.
Oikawa burst out laughing. “You fucking loser, that is such an old meme!” His laugh wasn’t remotely beautiful, unlike those ‘public appropriate’ ones he usually does. His laugh was the wheezing, snorting, and gasping kind of laugh, complete with dying whale noises and seal like clapping hands. Iwaizumi found it endearing. “I can’t believe you had the gall to do that!”
“Well, yeah, the stars are beautiful, in my defense,” Iwaizumi said, shrugging. There was a small smile on his face.
“You know who else is beautiful?” teased Oikawa. He tossed his head back and declared pompously, “Me.”
“Yeah, you,” replied Iwaizumi, shaking his head as Oikawa preened. “You’re also the most stubborn idiot I’ve ever had the displeasure to meet.”
“How rude,” pouted Oikawa, but there is no real hurt in his voice. Iwaizumi is surprised to find that, along the way, his hand has found Oikawa’s and they are tangled together. “You mean pleasure, not displeasure, Iwa-chan.”
“Nope. Definitely displeasure. I rue the day I met you.”
“Nuh-uh. You don’t even remember the day we met.”
“Our mothers told us that the first time we met, I smacked you. If that isn’t a sign of my abhorrence for your existence, I don’t know what is.”
“You also comforted me afterwards,” replied Oikawa primly.
“Yeah, by poking you.”
Oikawa waved his free hand in an offhand manner. “But you still comforted me. Doesn’t matter. Besides, if you hate me, why are we going for a date tonight while holding hands?”
Iwaizumi grinned. “Beats me. Now hurry up, Shittykawa. I don’t want to stay up all night.”
Oikawa didn’t point out that they were walking in the same pace, and Iwaizumi didn’t point out that neither of them hastens to walk. If anything, their speed goes slower. Neither comments on it, instead choosing to bicker with each other.
(“.. But I’m not bready, Iwa-chan!” “I swear to gods, Trashikawa, you need to stop your bread puns. It’s getting out of hand!” “You mean it’s baguette-ing out of hand?”)
Upon reaching their destination, the two worked together on preparing their spot. The inky bluish black sky stretched upon as far as their eyes could view, and it was illuminated by the luminescent glow of the crescent moon and the uneven sprinkle of stars. With less light pollution, the astral bodies seemed even greater than they are.
The night seemed to pick up the presence of its visitors, for the blowing wind settled down to give way to its steady chill. Oikawa and Iwaizumi sat down on their blanket, tiny green aliens being squashed by the weight of two teenagers and a bagful of food. Their playful conversation ceased as they passed food, trying not to stare at each other. They ate quietly but not uncomfortably.
“I’m thankful you didn’t cook this,” commented Iwaizumi idly, hands gripping chopsticks in search for more food.”
Oikawa chuckled. “Hey, not everybody can be perfect. And not everybody can be you, Iwa-chan.”
“I thoroughly agree to the second sentiment, but the first is unnecessary,” said Iwaizumi.
“Are you saying I’m not perfect?!”
“Are you saying that you are, Shittykawa?”
“Ahaha, no, I’m not. Nobody is. I’m probably more flawed than you are,” spoke Oikawa in a rare moment of self-deprecation. Maybe not so rare, considering the times Iwaizumi had encountered this side of him.
The thing about Oikawa Tooru is, just as how brilliant he shines in front of others, there is a dark side of him that swallows the light just as strong as his light swallows his dark. His two sides are equal. Balanced. He is simultaneously the happiest optimist and the loneliest pessimist.
“Your perfection comes from your flaws,” mumbled Iwaizumi absentmindedly, chewing on his onigiri.
“What was that?”
“Eh? A-ah, that was nothing.”
Oikawa looked at him suspiciously. “You said something. What was it? You said something rude, didn’t you?”
“Shut up! I didn’t, I only said you’re perfect because you’re flawed. Satisfied?”
Iwaizumi looked down, not wanting to let Oikawa see his flustered state. He became interested in the stark contrast between the greenness of the nori and the white shade of the cooked rice. He chanced a peek at his companion and--
And suddenly Oikawa’s lips were pressed against his, a little bit greasy and chapped, not at all what he expected from his vain boyfriend, and Iwaizumi’s own lips were just as chapped, and one of Oikawa’s hand is grasping one of his biceps just as Iwaizumi’s hands are startled into grabbing Oikawa’s shirt. Iwaizumi’s eyes caught sight of Oikawa’s closed eyelids, long eyelashes fluttering and trembling, a faint splattering of blackheads on his nose, before his own eyes shut themselves out of their own accord. Iwaizumi’s world shifted and his focus centered on their tangled lips, Iwaizumi’s lips that are sucking Oikawa’s lower ones, the slight breathy gasps that slip out their mouths, the softness of his boyfriend’s skin when his hands strangely found themselves underneath the shirt.
Iwaizumi leaned back from his boyfriend, flushed and panting.
“That was--”
“Amazing.”
“I was going to say rude, Trashikawa, because you kissed me without permission. But amazing works too, I guess.”
“Sorry, Iwa-chan. Well. Not really sorry.”
“Yeah. Don’t be. Just. Please don’t startle me next time.”
“..Okay. Want to do it again?”
Iwaizumi didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he let his mouth answer in another way that left no questions.
Iwaizumi was the first one to say ‘I love you.’
Oikawa pouted when Iwaizumi beat him into saying it first.
~ Finis ~