Chapter Text
Oikawa, age 4, wants to catch a cicada. He looks up at the tree; he can hear where the sound is coming from - that branch, right there.
“Iwa-chan,” he says, “help me get it.”
Iwaizumi gives him a look. “How?”
“I’ll give you a boost!”
“No way. You go up.”
“But look! I’m taller, and you’re a better climber. Come on!”
And Iwaizumi goes. It ends exactly the way you would expect.
The scrape on Iwaizumi’s knee must have hurt, because Iwaizumi, stoic even then, sits down on the ground, blinking away tears. “I didn’t even want to!” he says accusingly.
Oikawa, scared into silence by the fall, quickly recovers both his voice and his confidence.
“Iwa-chan,” he says very seriously, bending down. “Do you need me to kiss it?”
“That’s dumb. Why would that help?”
“It’s not dumb! Everybody knows it helps.”
Very quietly, Iwaizumi says “Okay.”
Still very serious, Oikawa presses his lips next to the scrape and not on it. He looks back at Iwaizumi and asks, in genuine curiosity, “Is it better?”
Iwaizumi considers the question. “Yes,” he finally says.