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Kageyama Tobio first gets together with Iwaizumi on a Tuesday night. It's after a practice match between the two universities they attend, a rivalry much less hostile than the one they shared when they were in high school. Tobio sets the winning hit, and he still feels the buzz in his skin long after his teammates have left. Their offers of hanging out, of celebrating, are turned down. After all, Kageyama is still settling into his spot on the team.
It's hard to make a home after the last one had to be broken up.
Wistfulness over days of Karasuno practices aside, Tobio makes sure he's the last one to change. It's more out of habit than belief that his teammates are homophobes, but a habit nevertheless. So there's not much going on around the gym. And it's his school's gym, so it's not as if he's in any hurry. No, he can strip off his clothes, fold them, and pack them at as slow a pace as he pleases.
He's in the middle of buttoning his pants- shirt still not on as wiggles his hips to try and encourage the sides to meet- when in walks Iwaizumi. He looks good in his jersey, his muscles stretching the fabric in just the right places, and the soft green doing wonders for his eyes. But it's not as if Tobio is looking! Oh no, it's just very noticeable! Yeah, Iwaizumi looking good is just a permanent thing, something that Tobio noticed a long time ago. And that tousled hair, vaguely sweaty and flushed look isn't exactly helping matters.
Focus, Tobio.
"Hi, senpai. Great game." Iwaizumi himself seems distracted. He's staring at Tobio's navel like he's trying to burn a hole through it. When he finally snaps out of it he looks a little more flushed. Perhaps it's the lighting.
"Yeah, you too. You played great out there, Kageyama." Tobio can't help it; he preens a little at Iwaizumi comment. Hell yeah he played well today. But, then, oh, Iwaizumi's continuing. "So, uh, no pressure, but I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?" Iwaizumi is great and all, but he and Oikawa are attached at the hip. As much as catching up sounds fun, being ridiculed or having to compete like that doesn't. His nose wrinkles at the very thought, actually.
"I don't think Oikawa-senpai would appreciate me hanging out with you guys." Iwaizumi chuckles, something nervous, something breathy, something that has Kageyama's heart exploding out of his chest. He actually puts his shirt on because of it, hoping it'll hide how the muscle leaps at the very sound. "What?"
"Oikawa's not invited on my dates."
Holy mother of fuck is Iwaizumi asking him on a date? Like, a romantic date? Is Iwaizumi even into guys? Well, theoretically he is since he's asking Tobio on a date. Hell.
If this is a dream Tobio is staying asleep for as long as he can.
He means to agree- because what crazy person would say no- but all that comes out is a squeaky, "O-oh." And then Iwaizumi is getting this pinched look on his face as he tries to smile, as if he thinks Tobio is going to turn him down. Which can't do, oh no, not at all. So Tobio opens his mouth to try again for an actual response. And then starts babbling. "Wait! I would love to go on a date with you, it's just kinda crazy because I didn't even know you liked guys, much less that you'd like me. I would have guessed you'd date Oikawa of all people. But I would love to, whatever you wanna do is fine with me, especially if it means you can shut me up. Oh God, why am I still talking?"
Iwaizumi chuckles again, less nervous this time. Tobio idly wonders what it'd be like to be kissed while he does that. Would it add to the breathy-ness of it? Would his smiling change the way the kiss felt? Would it make them more likely to bonk teeth?
(Luckily, oh luckily, Tobio gets the answer after their first date. Iwaizumi- call me Hajime- has walked him to his apartment. It's quiet, almost unnervingly so. They stand in awkward silence after they both admit that they really enjoyed the date. Finally, Hajime breaks the silence by speaking.
"Ka- Tobio?" Tobio's a little too enthusiastic in his reply, but, bless him, Hajime just keeps going. "Would it be okay if I kiss you?"
No sooner are those words coming out than is Tobio staring into Hajime's eyes with wonder and delight. A little bit of worry, too, since it's been awhile and what happens if this sucks, will this end terribly, what should he do with his hands, how does he say yes without coming off creepy? And it's all he can do when he nods his heads vigorously, granting permission that his vocal chords seem stuck on. And Hajime chuckles, that breathy sound quickly becoming something that Tobio is utterly hooked on, and whispers, "Cute", before getting close enough to cup Tobio's face and pull him in for a kiss.
The smile on his lips is hardly noticeable in the kiss, but that's possibly because Tobio is doing the same.)