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“Yahoo~” the guy in the doorway said, cheerfully. “I hope you’re doing well, Iwa-chan!”
“Ohoho?” Kuroo raised an eyebrow and then a cheshire-cat grin spread across his face, as he pinched the end of the soiled towel, keeping it a good distance away from his body. “There he is! The man who will answer all your questions! Don’t feel the need to hold back,” he said, looking directly at Iwaizumi and sticking his thumb in the general direction of the guy standing in the doorway. Kuroo then slipped through the second set of doors, leaving them alone.
Iwaizumi frowned and tilted his head to the side, taking in the sight of the newcomer. The perfectly tousled hair that looked effortless on him seemed vaguely familiar. While Iwaizumi was unabashedly staring at him, squinting almost, the stranger stared right back with wide, expectant eyes, as if urging Iwaizumi to break the heavy silence. Iwaizumi wasn’t going to; he was busy absorbing all the information about the newcomer his brain could supply. He was tall and slender, and carried himself with a sort of airy confidence.
The kind of confidence that unnerved Iwaizumi.
“Huh?” The stranger cocked his head to the side, blinking quickly a few times. “Iwa-chan, are you broken or something? Did Tetsu-chan do something to you while I was busy?” He turned to pout at the overbearing man who re-entered the room and shrugged in response, leaning against the wall to blatantly listen to their so-far silent and one-sided conversation.
“If anyone’s making him uneasy, it’s definitely you. He was mostly fine when it was just the two of us,” Kuroo supplied, cringing at the fresh memory of the accident that took place moments before his friends’ arrival. “You have that effect on people.”
“Rude, Tetsu-chan! How could I make him feel uneasy?” Oikawa gasped. “I don’t look like a criminal; I’m a genuine and caring person!” he argued, feigning shock and dramatically pressing a hand over his heart. “Why don’t you just go to Kou-chan? He’s still attempting to destroy my kitchen as we speak.”
Kuroo glanced at Iwaizumi and noticed he was growing increasingly agitated, if not irritated, by the moment. His hand was curled into a fist and his brows were furrowed. “Nah, I think I’ll chill here for a bit. I’m sure Bo won’t blow anything up.” Kuroo smirked. “I also wanna make sure you tell him everything that happened – the truth and only that!”
“Tetsu-chan, stop it! You’re supposed to be my friend! How could you imply I’d lie?” Oikawa asked in a high pitched voice, the shrill tone piercing through Iwaizumi’s throbbing skull in the most annoying way. His fist was itching to connect with something, anything, to stop the annoying ache. Even if that something was the strangers face.
“Shut the fuck up,” Iwaizumi growled instead, deciding against using violence in a stranger’s home. He glared directly into Oikawa’s brown eyes without breaking contact.
“W-what?” Oikawa sputtered, eyes going wide and not even a split-second later Kuroo guffawed loudly, bending over to clutch at his stomach. That noise wasn’t appreciated by Iwaizumi any more than the stupid shrill noise the stranger could produce; he should have taken more meds. That one pill was definitely taking time to take any effect. A minimum of two should have been his dose, to even slightly alleviate the headache.
“I said to shut the fuck up.” Iwaizumi repeated, exhaling loudly through his nostrils, shoulders slouching. “You are too loud and I have a killer headache.”
“Oh my god, this is amazing!” Kuroo wheezed between bursts of loud, aggravating laughter. “I can’t believe someone actually said that to you. Besides me and Bo, that is!”
“I know, Tetsu-chan, how scandalous.” Oikawa frowned, tilting his head to the side, his hair bouncing with the sudden movement. “Iwa-chan, do you know who I am? You’re so rude, speaking to me like that. I saved your life you know!”
“Am I supposed to know who you are?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, puzzled at the way the guy was talking to him and already getting tired of the exchange of words. They weren’t getting anywhere like that. All he wanted was the information on what the hell happened and then to get the hell out of there.
As the silence in the room dragged on, broken somewhat by Kuroo’s snorting into his hand from laughing too hard, Iwaizumi started to examine Oikawa more closely. The latter just seemed to become increasingly more shocked the longer Iwaizumi scrutinised him. Then, it finally clicked.
Tousled, fluffy hair. Slender figure. Lights too bright for his liking. Loads of shrill screams.
“Ah.” Iwaizumi breathed out. “You’re that idol.”
“That idol,” Kuroo repeated with wonder in his voice and then started laughing hysterically all over again, nearly falling over. “Jeez, I like this guy!”
“Wow. That was rude and uncalled for, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa jutted out his lower lip in a protesting pout, stepping inside the room and flopping down on the edge of the bed. Automatically, Iwaizumi shifted closer to the headboard, putting some distance between them. Oikawa ignored that. “I’m Oikawa Tooru!”
“Yeah I know who you are, now. I was at your concert last night,” Iwaizumi admitted and shrugged. Though I couldn’t quite remember your name. He decided not to share that and further insult the guy.
“Oh?” Oikawa cocked his head to the side. “A secret fan? A fan in denial? Or maybe the head-injury caused a temporary memory lapse? Well, don’t worry! This amazing Oikawa-sama will forgive for your insolence.”
“Could you be any more pompous?” Iwaizumi whispered in disbelief. Kuroo chuckled next to him, before a loud bang, followed by a scream, echoed down the hallway. He darted out the room without saying a word. “My friends forced me to go to your concert. I don’t even like pop music. I didn’t get to see you since the lights were in the way so that’s why I didn’t re-. Wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”
“Well, that’s unfortunate, but what can I do?” Oikawa licked his lip and Iwaizumi noticed he thrummed his fingers against his thigh in a pattern. “But you probably have some questions and want answers to them.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Iwaizumi nodded. “But first things first, we need to clear up some things. What the fuck is up with this Iwa-chan? It’s ridiculous, so stop calling me that shitty thing. I’m 18, not 5. And we’re not friends.”
“Ehh? I call everyone nicknames! Kuroo is Tetsu-chan and Bokuto is Kou-chan, and now you are Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whined, jutting out his lip in another pout. Iwaizumi wanted to shake his head at that. Just how old was this guy? Did he really believe a pout would work?
“Just call me Iwaizumi. Kuroo and Bokuto are your friends, but I don’t know you so nicknames are a no, Oikawa.”
“Iwaizumi is such a mouthful, though,” Oikawa said, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah, I’m going to stick to calling you Iwa-chan!”
“Every time you do I will smack you.”
“So mean, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa muttered and Iwaizumi grabbed the closest pillow to throw at his face. He watched in satisfaction as the space ship shaped cushion collided with the target and muffled Oikawa’s scream of protest. “That’s abusive!”
“Fine, then I’ll be calling you Shittykawa from now on.” Iwaizumi crossed his arms over his chest, smirking. “Or maybe Trashykawa. Now tell me what happened last night and make it quick.”
“So rude, Iwa-chan. You’re a brute! A gorilla disguised as a man!” Oikawa sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright then. I’ll personally take you home after we finish talking. Don’t want you knowing how to get back here! To start off with, I suppose it all happened after I was in my car, looking for a Pola-“
“I won’t leak your address anywhere,” Iwaizumi cut him off, leaning against the headboard of the bed. “There’s no gain for me from that, except making your life miserable. And please cut out all the unimportant details.” The headache was finally subsiding now that Oikawa’s shrill voice wasn’t filling the room and the loud laughter wasn’t ringing in his ears.
“Awh, you’re no fun.” Oikawa mumbled, but his whining did not consist of much more than that. “So what happened was I opened the door to get out of the car and it collided with something, namely your forehead, unfortunately.” Oikawa pointed at Iwaizumi and cringed when he took in the dark bruise covering majority of Iwaizumi’s forehead. It didn’t look pretty. “You passed out in a second flat.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that much.” Iwaizumi nodded thoughtfully, furrowing his brows and ignoring the twinge of pain that spread through his bruised area. “I dropped my phone and when I tried to pick it up something hit me in the head pretty fucking hard.”
“Yeah, that was my door, sorry about that.” Oikawa muttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head and sending a genuine apologetic smile at Iwaizumi.
“’S fine, not entirely your fault, I’ll admit. I shouldn’t have been distracted and dropped my phone.”
“Oh Iwa-chan, a true gentleman, admitting his faults!” Oikawa grinned. “But can I ask a question?” When Iwaizumi nodded, he continued. “Why were you on that side road anyway?”
“Can you please shut the fuck up about this Iwa-chan?” Iwaizumi sounded exasperated as he ran a hand through his hair. “I was on my way to the bus station. I had decided to head out earlier, as my friends ditched me at the entrance. As it happened your fancy car was fairly distracting.”
“Ohhh,” Oikawa whispered, amazed. “Iwa-chan likes my fancy car?”
“It was distracting, and the fact I called it fancy has nothing to do with liking it, which I do not. Now get on with the rest of the story.”
“Yes sir!” Oikawa sat up straighter, mock-saluting. “I panicked and called Tetsu-chan who is very reliable in situations like this, despite how he looks. He keeps his head on his shoulders, or something! We put you in the back of my car and were originally going to take you straight here to avoid getting potential shit from all the papers but I was worried about you getting a concussion so I took you to a private clinic,” he said in one breath and Iwaizumi struggled to catch the entire sentence.
“Holy shit, that must have been expensive,” Iwaizumi blurted out, eyes going wide.
“That’s well beside the point, Iwa-chan. I paid for the damage I caused you, so don’t worry about it!” Oikawa said, not allowing Iwaizumi to speak, as he was worried that he was the type who hated owing people and would insist on paying Oikawa back. “The doctor did a check-up on you and gave you the all clear. Oh, but I wasn’t there for it so if you want details about the check-up ask Tetsu-chan, since he was there.” Oikawa shrugged.
“Where did you go off to then?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow. “Also, why’d you end up taking me there if you didn’t want shit in the papers about it? I’m sure someone must have clocked onto you.”
“Family dinner, unavoidable.” Oikawa scratched the back of his head, at a loss of words for a brief moment. “I didn’t want to risk you getting hurt just because I refused to get you for a check-up in fear of the stupid media. I swallowed my pride and potential trouble and went there. Tetsu-chan helped me figure out a story if they got any pictures from last night, so don’t worry about a thing, Iwa-chan! I had the whole night to think it through!”
“Ah,” Iwaizumi muttered, fully understanding how hard it was to get out of family dinners. He once tried to stay in the bedroom through Christmas dinner, when he was going through a rebellious stage at the tender age of 13, his grandma pulled him out by his ear, pretty painfully.
“But thanks,” he added quickly. “You know, for risking shit. For an idol like you it’d be bad if something like this were to get out.”
Oikawa chuckled, smiling. “You’re not wrong there.”
Even with the earlier irritation still fresh in his mind, Iwaizumi found himself gently smiling back. When he wasn’t using his shrill voice, Oikawa had quite a deep voice, which was nice to listen to. Bonus points when he didn’t use the godforsaken nickname in a sentence.
“After that, we brought you here to sleep it off. We looked for your address but it’s not in Tokyo so it left us quite baffled. But oh!” Oikawa brightened, grinning widely. “Your friends Makki and Mattsun called! We assured them you were fine and that I’d bring you back in the morning. “
“Fair enough.” Iwaizumi nodded. “And thanks. Seriously. Some people would have just ditched me there and you risked your reputation just to make sure I didn’t get a concussion.”
Oikawa looked taken aback before smiling slyly, shifting slightly closer. “Could the rude Iwa-chan have a soft side?”
“Don’t make me regret thanking you, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Iwa-chan is a softie!” Oikawa cooed, eyes lighting up. “But don’t worry about my reputation. I won’t let it be tarnished by something like this!” Oikawa held up his hand in a peace sign and stuck his tongue out. Iwaizumi wanted nothing more than to smack that hand and that expression off his face.
“Good for you,” Iwaizumi found himself saying, sincerely.
Oikawa was smiling, just slightly. Not the usual wide smile or grin he threw between every sentence. Huh, Iwaizumi thought. That looks genuine.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here,” Oikawa hummed, jumping up and heading for the door. “Oh! If you want to use the toilet, feel free to use mine!”
“Sounds good.” Iwaizumi lifted himself off the comfortable bed and quickly made use of the private bathroom, taking in the wide-range of seaside decorations. When he finished, Oikawa was still waiting for him in his bedroom. “I was not planning on staying out all night, and those two morons who called you can’t be trusted. Ever.”
“Your friends, Matssun and Makki?” Oikawa cocked his head to the side.
“Yeah, those two.” Iwaizumi run a hand through his hair, frowning at the nicknames his friends acquired. “The meme-loving idiots who followed me all the way out here.” Before exiting the room, Iwaizumi spared on last glance at the desk. Maybe a jellyfish lava lamp wouldn’t be such a bad addition to his mostly plain room.
“Hmm,” Oikawa hummed, intertwining his fingers behind his back. “Did something happen to your grandma?”
“Nothing serious.” Iwaizumi waved the question off, looking around the corridor and flinching when he heard screams coming from one of the rooms, getting louder by the moment. “Where are my shoes?”
“Over there.” Oikawa waved at the genkan in the doorway and pushed open the door, which made the noises spill out twice as loud. “You guys, shut up! Iwa-chan has a headache!”
“Sorry!” A voice Iwaizumi didn’t recognise spoke. “Is the stranger awake?”
Kuroo’s muffled voice could be heard saying, “I literally just told you that!”
“Yeah, I’m actually taking him back now. Don’t wreck my place and if Takeru comes before I get back, play some games with him. Take him to the arcade or the sports hall! Do something he likes!”
“Roger that!” the two voices replied and Oikawa sighed, closing the door.
During that quick exchange, Iwaizumi pulled on his shoes, ready to go. Oikawa motioned for Iwaizumi to follow him, which he did gladly. He was more than ready to finally get back to his grandma’s house to make sure she was fine and his two friends behaved.
“I hope you’re not planning on getting me there with that flashy car of yours.” Iwaizumi said to break the silence as they headed for the lift. He gave Oikawa a look that just dared him to say yes.
“I’m not silly, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa huffed out. “I have a different car, which is really simple and has tinted windows! They will never know it’s us!”
“Hmm, I’ll believe you for now.” Iwaizumi shrugged and stepped into the lift, watching Oikawa press the basement key. “So, how long have you been driving for?”
Oikawa chuckled nervously and averted his eyes. “Since my birthday.”
“So, how long? How old are you?”
“I’m 18, which thinking about it, didn’t you say you’re 18, too?”
“Yeah, I did. So when did you turn 18?”
“…”
“…”
“Yesterday.” Oikawa replied, sheepishly.
“Are you kidding? You’ve been driving since yesterday and you already have two cars?”
“I passed my driving license when I was 17, I just needed to wait to turn 18 to drive! I bought the car we’ll be taking with my own money a few months back to have something to drive in! I’m a perfectly safe driver!”
“I wouldn’t know that, now, would I?”
Oikawa frowned, eyebrows creasing. “Shit. It feels like you should know since you were in my car, but I guess you were unconscious.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Iwaizumi smirked, following Oikawa out of the elevator when it reached the garage. It was filled with variety of expensive cars, ranging from range rovers to sport cars. Oikawa’s galaxy themed car parked in the corner stood out from the rest. “So, what car are we getting?”
“My favourite baby that does not stand out on the streets!” Oikawa grinned, skipping over to a black car. “Pun-chan, the fiat Punto!” Iwaizumi blinked, wondering if the idol was joking. But Oikawa took out keys and opened the driver’s seat, taking his place behind the wheel. “Come on, Iwa-chan! My nephew is coming later!”
Iwaizumi slipped into the passenger’s seat, buckling his seatbelt and staring blankly at Oikawa. “I was expecting something fancy.”
“It’s all about simplicity, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa nodded, reaching over to the glove box. “As an idol, people expect me to get the best things in the world, so me driving a simpler car wouldn’t cross their minds!”
“Yeah, but if they see you through the window they’ll have it figured out,” Iwaizumi deadpanned, unimpressed.
“I’m not an idiot,” Oikawa said, pulling out a set of sunglasses and a hat from the glove box. “I have a disguise!”
Iwaizumi stared at Oikawa as he slipped on the large sunglasses taking up most of his face and then the cap that covered most of his hair. “This is your brilliant plan? Have you ever tried it?”
“When I was a passenger I have! No one realised who I was! Bonus points if I wear a face mask! I’m invisible in those situations!” Oikawa put the key in ignition and turned it, listening to the sound of the car coming alive.
“If you say so,” Iwaizumi leaned back into the comfortable seat. “Gimme your phone so I can put in the address. I won’t know how to direct you through Tokyo without using Google Maps.”
“Yep, of course. Here you go!” Oikawa presented Iwaizumi with his smartphone and the captain quickly typed his grandmother’s address before handing the phone back to the idol. A few minutes later they were on the busy streets of Tokyo. So far, so good.
“It says it’ll take us an hour to get to your grandmother’s house in this traffic,” Oikawa informed him, turning on the radio. “Wanna play 21 questions?”
“What are we, 12? I’m content with you driving in silence,” Iwaizumi responded, not bothered about making small-talk. He’d much rather rest some more.
“Iwa-chan, but it’s an hour.” Oikawa pouted. “Come on, 21 questions isn’t even that long. You can ask me questions first, and after I’ll ask you, okay?”
“Why are you speaking as if I said yes?” Iwaizumi grumbled, feeling as if he had already lost. “What if I can’t think of any questions? I can barely think of two, let alone 21.”
“Hmm,” Oikawa sounded thoughtful for a moment. “Google some, or ask basic questions!”
“Whatever,” Iwaizumi grumbled. “How did you meet Kuroo?”
“Ohh, that’s a good one!” Oikawa nodded, grinning to himself. “We met in middle school, actually. Went to the same class. It’s been what, 6 years now? We’re totally inseparable!” Oikawa hummed. “But how we met is another story all together!”
“Oh?” Iwaizumi sounded interested, leaning forward and paying his full attention to Oikawa.
“We were both late and arrived simultaneously in our class about halfway through the roll call! When we started running from the shoe lockers who would’ve thought we were going to the same location! We both definitely made an impression on the first day. Anyway, we disrupted the roll call and the teacher asked for our surnames to see if we got called on. He called on Kuroo but didn’t get to me yet, so I was in the safe zone! But then he told us to sit down and guess what!”
“What?”
“They had one seat too few! There was a mess up with the register and someone’s name wasn’t put on there.” Oikawa chuckled. “We both had to sit on one chair and use the same desk for fifteen minutes. A lot of shoving and us falling off the chair a couple of times secured this friendship for life!”
“That’s a great way to start a friendship,” Iwaizumi snorted, Oikawa chuckling next to him. “I guess my next question is, what’s your favourite movie?”
“Ah, that’s hard, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa stopped laughing, glaring at the brunet. “I’ll have to go with Alien.”
“The American one that stars Sigourney Weaver?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t surprise me that much, considering you had a few space themed things in your room.”
“If it doesn’t surprise you that much, what did you think I was going to say?”
“One of the Star Wars movies,” Iwaizumi admitted, shrugging.
“They come in right after Alien, but that one’s a classic so I’m going with that for my answer.”
“Fair enough,” Iwaizumi said, giving himself a few moments to think of another one. “Do you watch anime?” he asked, remembering all the times Hanamaki bothered him about watching Naruto with him, and then bombarded him with the stupid run and memes.
“Oh I do, sometimes! Mainly with Bokuto, since he easily gets hooked on some shows.” At Iwaizumi’s puzzled look he quickly explained, “Bokuto was in the kitchen this morning, destroying it. He was also at the gig last night.”
“Was he the guy rapping?”
“Yep.”
“Ah, I remember him.” Iwaizumi nodded. “Okay, since you watch it, what’s your favourite series?”
“Oh, Yuri on Ice!” Iwaizumi had vaguely heard of that show; it was probably one of those that Hanamaki and Matsukawa mentioned before. “It just portrays love in such a pure and respectful way. I love it!”
Yeah, definitely heard that one from Makki, Iwaizumi decided, having a sense of déjà vu. “Okay then, a basic one. Do you play or have you played any sports?”
“I played volleyball from elementary school through to my first year of high school but then my singing took up too much of my time,” Oikawa said, a fond smile replacing the wide grin. “I was captain in middle school; Kuroo was one of the middle blockers!”
“Hmm, that’s cool. I play volleyball too,” Iwaizumi said and Oikawa’s eyes sparkled at that. “I guess my next question would be what position did you play?”
“Ohh, easy! Setter!”
“Not bad,” Iwaizumi said, wondering how good Oikawa was. “Do you want to have any pets? If yes, how many?”
“Usually people ask if someone wants to have any children, no?” Oikawa chuckled, slipping off his sunglasses. “I do want a dog, maybe a cat too. They don’t seem to like me much. Pudding-chan’s cat tried to rip my face off and Tetsu-chan’s cat ignores me.”
“Not all cats are evil,” Iwaizumi laughed.
“But some are!” Oikawa bristled. “I still have battle scars from when Pudding-chan’s cat attacked me! But ignoring those, could we maybe ask less questions each? I want to learn something about you, but time’s flying fast and we’re not that far off!”
“I asked about, 7? How many you say we do?” Iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow, turning in the seat to fully face Oikawa, though that position made the seatbelt dig into his ribcage.
“Let’s go with 10; also don’t hold back, Iwa-chan! You can ask more personal questions!”
“Well if you say so, how many siblings do you have?”
“I have one older sister, who is married and has a son.”
“And that’s the nephew who’s coming to see you today?”
“Yeah, I saw him yesterday but he lives far away so he likes to spend time with me.” Oikawa smiled fondly before grimacing, hands gripping the steering wheel. “But he can be a little bit of a shit sometimes.”
“Most kids tend to be little shits.” Iwaizumi shrugged. “And the fact that he’s your nephew means he gets to do a lot more.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Oikawa sighed. “Oh, but Takeru plays volleyball too!”
“He does?”
“Just started, but enough about me! I wanna know more about the brute called Iwa-chan!”
“Tough.” Iwaizumi grumbled. “You don’t get to know anything.”
Maybe winding Oikawa up wasn’t a good idea, but Iwaizumi thought he might as well get his own fun out of the situation.
“Iwa-chan, that’s not how you play this game!”
“I was forced into it!” Iwaizumi argued, crossing his arms across his chest. “What is the point of knowing someone you won’t meet again?”
“You weren’t.” Oikawa stated matter-of-factly. “You asked the questions, even though you could have sat there in silence. Don’t be a spoilsport!”
“Okay, fine, fine. Just to end your whining. Ask a few and then let’s just drive in silence.”
“Yay, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa called out excitedly. “What position do you play in volleyball?” he asked. He kept glancing at Iwaizumi from the corner of his eyes after, as if waiting for an answer to the question.
“Wing spiker,” Iwaizumi replied, voice flat. “Next.”
“Hey, I wanna discuss that!”
“Nope, next question.”
“Aren’t you a fucking wonder,” Oikawa grumbled, rolling his eyes, which went unnoticed by Iwaizumi thanks to the cover of the shades. “I discussed my answers.”
“But you didn’t have to.” Iwaizumi smirked.
“Iwa-chan, don’t be like this. Let’s enjoy our last moments together!” Oikawa whined, fingers wrapping tightly around the steering wheel.
“You make it sound like one of us is dying,” Iwaizumi snorted, “but fine.”
For the rest of the ride, Iwaizumi indulged Oikawa by answering his questions, though the idol mostly reverted back to asking about his high school volleyball team. Iwaizumi explained to him how he was unanimously chosen as the captain, as soon as the third years retired. He spoke about how the team was good, but just not good enough; many of their first years were inexperienced, the third years busy with college applications. It was mostly on the shoulders of the second years.
Oikawa then told Iwaizumi about his time as a captain in middle school. He had absolutely loved the wonder with which the first years looked up to him with, the respect he gathered from the second years, and the way he would bump fists with the third years as they headed to graduate together and leave the team in someone else’s hands. Iwaizumi noticed Oikawa liked chatting. He was a natural; once he started a conversation he could flawlessly continue it without pause.
Oikawa was charismatic. Iwaizumi didn’t find it strange he was chosen as the captain of the middle school team and was without a doubt sure he would have made captain in high school if he had chosen to continue playing the sport. It also wasn’t surprising he was such a popular teen idol.
Oikawa asked about Iwaizumi’s siblings after a long rant about an old-classmate who would play pranks on the teachers. Iwaizumi was an only-child and he openly wondered what it was like having an older sister or a younger brother. Oikawa in turn argued he was lucky, as he didn’t have to deal with listening to his older sister’s cries after her heart was broken, though the 10 year age difference did stabilise their relationship.
Iwaizumi found himself thinking that Oikawa was an okay guy.
Far from perfect, but easy to get along with, or converse with altogether.