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Tooru is hungry. He knows he shouldn’t let that hunger overpower him, or he’ll get expelled again, but by the gods is he hungry.
“Oi, shitface,” someone shouts from the other side of the classroom. “Teacher asked you a question.”
“It’s alright, Iwaizumi-kun,” the teacher says, visibly embarrassed. “Oikawa-kun, I know you know the answer, stop daydreaming and focus.”
“I will, sensei,” Tooru answers, and he buries himself further in the two scarves around his neck. He’s cold, because he hasn’t eaten in so long, and he chooses to ignore the side-eyes of his classmates. Yeah, we’re in the middle of July, mind your business.
He gets out of class when the bell rings and he hurries to the dorms. He’s going to get a new roommate today, and he doesn’t want to have them scared off by the mess that has slowly spread to the side of the room that isn't his own. It shouldn’t take long, and hopefully he’ll have time to browse through Grindr and find some snack there – though he hasn’t had much luck, recently. Everyone suddenly seems to want feelings, romance, flowers and hugs, and Tooru… frankly doesn’t care. He never has, he’s an incubus, that would be like falling in love with your pet rabbit before you snacked on its leg. Anyway.
Three hours later, and Tooru is still elbows deep in the piles of various notes and items of clothing that seem to have spread all over Roommate’s bed. And on the floor, and under the bathroom sink. Dang. Nothing could make this afternoon worse, he thinks, just before he hears the sound of a large box being put down on the floor and a knock on the door.
Tooru is, in the least pleasant way, fucked.
“Hi, come in !” he yells, frantically grabbing papers and hoping he’s not messing up his perfect organisation too much. “It’s still a little messy, sorry, I’ll clean it up in-” The words die on his tongue. In the door frame, he can see his future roommate, keys in hand and friend behind him carrying a suitcase. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Fucking hell,” Iwaizumi grumbles, “I really don’t wanna enter, now.”
“Come on, I’ve been cleaning all day for you !” Tooru pleads. Iwaizumi sends him a withering look, and he takes his box up again, slowly avoiding, on the way to his bed, the piles of stuff that have been relocated to the floor. His friend follows just as slowly, and they mumble to each other while they set up Iwaizumi’s side of the room. When his friend leaves, Iwaizumi puts on his headphones and lets Tooru take care of the rest of the cleaning.
There are three good things about this whole situation: Iwaizumi is hot, definitely queer, and hopefully free to hook up with.
There are no good things about this whole situation. Iwaizumi is dense, as straight as a Chad, and he apparently has a flock of people wanting to date him, starting with his friend from the other day, who seems to have the most violent case of puppy crush Tooru has ever seen.
Iwaizumi is on the volleyball team, which means he’s often out exercising, and Tooru has to suffer through the delicious smell of a sweaty, muscular, gorgeous piece of lunch, while said lunch ignores him harder than if he were a potted plant. This is actual hell, and Tooru knows what Hell is like – remember, he’s an incubus. He just wants to eat so bad , and Grindr snacks just don’t cut the curve anymore. He needs an actual… ok, this is gonna sound like he wants a date, but he doesn’t. Friends with benefits, heck, enemies with benefits, he’ll take that if it means he has a reliable source of energy.
“Oi, shitty face,” Iwaizumi says from his side of the room. “Quit sulking, it’s distracting me.”
Tooru would love to answer that he is the one being distracted from his astronomy homework by the delicious, delicious meal sitting right next to him – Iwaizumi’s sleeves are rolled up and his muscles look heavenly – but the poor dude knows nothing about magic, it seems, and Tooru can’t really bring himself to let him in the Know. So instead, he suffers through yet another failed attempt at making Iwaizumi want to bone him (or the opposite, he’s not picky). Suga-chan, who did know about magic, wasn’t really tempted, and rationally, Tooru understands, but Iwaizumi ? He should be half naked already. They’ve shared a dorm for what, two weeks ? And Tooru hasn’t even seen him fresh out of the shower, towel around his hips, water rolling off the planes of his back, those abs on display and – ok, he’s getting a little carried away.
“I wasn’t even saying anything out loud !” Tooru whines, and he burrows himself deeper into his blankets. August is right around the corner, so are the summer holidays, and Tooru wonders if he’ll die of starvation should he stay in the realm of humans. Hell is… not fun – that’s an understatement – and he’s glad he got to escape, but on the other hand, demons don’t need to feed when they’re at home. And he could use some of the extra energy that dark fire provides. Even Iwaizumi asked him if he wasn’t catching something the other day.
Their conversations have been mostly one-sided. Tooru loves his major, and his minor, and everything mixing the two, which often leads to him reading his creative writing assignments (all about aliens) out loud to Iwaizumi. The poor Chad has yet to follow any of the plotlines Tooru tries to explain, but he’ll get there. Suga-chan was way more entertaining, even though he was less of an eye candy.
After what seems like a short amount of time, Tooru is startled awake by a hand shaking his shoulder. He sighs, absolutely not ready to deal with whatever the world throws at him, but when he opens his eyes – when did he close them ? – it’s to see Iwaizumi, concerned look on his face, a bowl in hand. “I will kick you in the shins if you get sick and pass whatever you got to me. I made some curry.”
“Wha,” Tooru helpfully answers. “Curry.”
“I never see you eat, maybe that’s why your immune system is so weak,” Iwaizumi continues, “you don’t even have snacks ! Did you know protein deficiency makes you feel cold even when it’s sweltering outside ?”
“Ah, thanks for worrying about me, Iwa-chan.” Tooru feels like Iwaizumi earned the nickname. “I’ll eat that right away.”
Iwaizumi cocks his head to the side and seems to think about his answer for a minute or two, before saying, eyebrows knitted, “Hey, if something’s wrong, you can talk to me. I’ve been told I’m pretty down to earth. Might help with whatever you’re dealing with.”
Blessed dude, Tooru thinks. He doesn’t even know Tooru could severely injure him if he so wished. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, because after such a nice gesture, Iwaizumi deserves a little respect. “Thanks again, Iwa-chan.”
“I hate that nickname,” Iwaizumi says under his breath, but he adds nothing to this as he makes his way to the desk. He sits down, back to Tooru, but he doesn’t seem to pick up his notes or his laptop. After a little while, he turns around, and glares at Tooru. “You’re not eating.”
“Right,” he says, and he tentatively tries a bite of the curry. It’s not as spicy as he feared, and he takes another bite, before making a thumbs up at Iwaizumi. “Very good ! I’m impressed. Didn’t know jocks could cook.”
“Shut up and eat.”
“Alright, alright, Iwa-chan, if you insist.”
“Don’t call me that !” Iwaizumi says, louder this time. “Shittykawa.”
Tooru lets out an indignant yelp, but Iwaizumi has already turned back to the desk.