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The subtle creak of the front door wasn't something deathly annoying, but rather the task itself to fix it drove more irritation into Iwaizumi's blood. It was one of those things he had always meant to get around to doing, and although it didn't specifically fall onto just him, his partners adamantly swore that they couldn't hear anything, so naturally, it was left to him.
Not that that itself had gotten the door fixed, but it was a start.
His coat was roughly hung by the door. In his morning rush he'd missed the weather report so opted for the safe option of taking a coat, wildly overestimating the dregs of winter air that were slowly dissipating. It had frustrated him in his commute to work as he lugged around his coat.
He made a mental note to purchase a new pair of shoes, seeing the fraying heel of his current ones as he scraped them off of his feet using his other shoe. He placed them next to the pair already waiting there, appearing to have been haphazardly removed.
The early evening filtered through the large window in the living room, colouring the apartment in a burnt orange. He didn't really want to ruin the beautiful hues the setting sun had blessed the walls with, so chose to keep the lights off until darkness settled in a bit more.
Iwaizumi dropped his bag at the entryway, continuing on into the apartment before stopping.
He turned.
Took a double take at the shoes.
The pair that had been there awaiting his arrival.
That wasn't right. It was the typical routine that he'd be the first home, would search through the fridge for whatever groceries they had and then start on preparing the dinner until his partners began to filter home. That had been the routine for the past five months or so and while it wasn't an anomaly for a routine to be broken, this one had felt so fixed and set in stone that just staring at that extra pair of shoes unnerved him.
With vigar, he paced into the living room, subsequently checking the adjoined kitchen for any signs of life, finding both untouched since he'd seen them that morning. Logically there were only two rooms in which would be the most likely to check next, but he hadn't heard any movement from the bathroom so naturally, he moved to the bedroom, creaking the door open to peer his head in.
Of course, in the glowing tinge of the brassy room, nestled deep in the covers of their shared bed, the head of sleek, black hair laid splayed across the cotton pillow. It was a peaceful sight really; his partner's face turned away from the window as the blinds drew golden streaks across the bed that were simply too calming to the eye for Iwaizumi not to sigh in content.
Iwaizumi approached, keeping his steps as light as possible until he settled on the edge of the bed. The temptation to brush away the locks hanging in the man's eyes physically hurt to push down. It was now that he was closer that he could really see the dark bags, blotching with purples under his partner's eyes, only enhanced by the dark shadows of the room.
Were those there this morning?
He almost laughed at the trademark Kageyama scowl still resting on the man's face even as he slept– a little frown playing on his own face at the lack of a peaceful expression on the other even in such a relaxed state.
His hand hesitated as it stilled over Kageyama's bangs, deep, easy breaths filling the room. He so desperately wanted to lower his hand, glide silky locks through his fingers and comb them back–
Startled, Iwaizumi jumped at the shrill alarm blaring from the cubby of the headboard, spotting Kageyama's phone vibrating against the wood to create an even more infuriating storm of sounds.
Every word in the book was cursing the world for the disruption of tranquility. He could only hope that he'd switched off the alarm quick enough to avoid his partner rousing from his slumber. Curse the world once more when a deep groan emitted from the sheets as they moved, curving with Kageyama's stirring body.
"Iwa?" Kageyama's croaky voice, thick with sleep rumbled from the bed, eyes that were just starting to adjust from the foggy haze of sleep widened. "Shit! I wanted to wake up before you got home. I'm sorry." The genuine guilt flowing off of the man in waves was enough to bring a little smile to Iwaizumi's face, settling his hand in Kageyama's hair.
"Dont worry about it, I'm home a little earlier than usual anyway. Barely any traffic." Iwaizumi oddly felt like an owner petting their cat as Kageyama practically purred next to him. He took the chance to shift a little closer on the bed, resting his back against the headboard as his legs stretched out in front of him. "Why are you home so early though? You're not usually too much later than me, but you look like you've been sleeping for a while."
Kageyama only grunted in response which had Iwaizumi chuckling through his worry.
"Tobio, what happened?" He asked, voice trained over the years to hold the perfect balance of soft and firm when the situation required it. Kageyama did mumble something in reply, but it was clear he'd purposefully spoken into the sheets. Iwaizumi stilled his hand, then opted to remove it altogether, crossing them over his chest.
It was obvious from the grunt that Kageyama didn't like the ultimatum he'd been silently given, huffing a few more times for affect before grumbling out a quiet but intelligible, "sent me home."
Iwaizumi settled his hand back on Kageyama's head, but refrained from combing through the messing mop under his palm again. He needed more than that.
"Why did they send you home?" The other had a habit of only giving brief details of a situation then relied on hope that it wasn't pressed any further. Nine years of knowing each other and six being in a relationship was enough for Iwaizumi to learn how to push through that.
"Said I looked tired," Kageyama shrugged, crinkling the soft covers as he did so.
"Were you tired?"
No response.
"Tobio."
Kageyama sat up, pressing his back against the headboard with more force than necessary. "I could have still worked."
Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Clearly you couldn't." Frustration drew jagged lines across his forehead at Kageyama's persistence. He dared a look at the man besides him, a sigh expelling from his lungs instantly and eyes softening. "It's nothing to feel bad over. You've never missed a day since working there and I'm sure they were just worried about you," he curled his hand into Kageyama's which was lying lifelessly between them, shame coating the younger's face. "You don't have to work if you don't feel up to it. Don't push yourself like that."
His hand tightened around Kageyama's, a silent plea in the action. It was met with a lethargic grip back, but it was still a response and Iwaizumi would take it.
"Are you still tired?"
The question stretched a silence so long, Iwaizumi was contemplating whether Kageyama really wasn't going to respond this time. The agitated huff bubbling in his through was forced back down when a heavy head rested on his shoulder, feeling the movements of a nod.
Iwaizumi nodded in return before getting off the bed figuring he might as well join Kageyama; quickly changing out of his work clothes and into something far more comfortable. A smile tugged at his lips at the eyes he could feel following his every movement.
Kageyama's body, which was still cocooned in the confines of the thick sheets, was promptly joined by Iwaizumi's.
"Sleep," he whispered into the air, unintentionally also following the command almost instantly.
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Iwaizumi didn't know how long he'd drifted off for, but from what he could see upon opening his eyes was, firstly that it was long enough for the calming evening rays to have diminished in the dark sky, and secondly for their third partner to have arrived back home.
It was a wonderful sight, and one he was sure he'd never get bored of upon waking up to tufts of gorgeous brown hair peering down at them with a face of pure adoration and a little bit of. What was that? Longing? He didn't know, but he didn't want it there any longer.
"Welcome home," he whispered, careful not to wake Kageyama. Oikawa's eyes moved to him from the man he'd been silently cooing at. Oikawa smiled, kneeling down besides the bed to rest his arms on the covers and flicking on the small light attached to their headboard. As he was leaning up, Iwaizumi took the opportunity to intercept, making the kiss work despite the awkward angle.
"My boys look so snug. Iwa-chan is such a good pillow." Iwaizumi concluded Oikawa couldnt have been home long, seeing the brunette still dressed in his typical slacks and shirt, sleeves bunched up at his elbows. His tie had been removed and most likely tossed somewhere one of them would find it in two or three weeks and he could only hope that Oikawa had put his ID somewhere he remembered, knowing how many mornings were spent rushing about trying to find it.
Oikawa had a tight expression on his face as he gazed at Kageyama. "Is he okay?"
Of course nothing would get past Oikawa. The man was practically a walking encyclopedia of both him and Kageyama. It both comforted him and scared him to some extent.
Sighing, Iwaizumi joined Oikawa in observing the sleeping man beside him.
"Apparently he was sent home from work. When I got home he was still asleep, although I think he wanted to wake up before I got back so I'm not sure whether that was to greet me or to make it seem as if nothing was wrong. Makes me wonder whether this is the first time this has happened." That was the worrying thought wasn't it? That Kageyama had kept something like that from them. He knew he couldn't let the passing thought fester into a full blown accusation, but he was worried, and it was just so hard not to let his mind wander.
"We can't assume, but I get where you're coming from and it isn't a far fetched idea considering it's him." Oikawa frowned. "We just have to trust him."
Iwaizumi knew that what Oikawa was saying was right, and he did trust Kageyama, but he just wished the younger would invite them into his head a little more often. Because it was frustrating when Kageyama closed himself off and kept everything inside, bottling it up until it inevitably spilled out and created a mess the three of them would clean up together. But that's what they did. They'd made a promise to be with each other through thick and thin, all the messy parts combined and so far they had never once broken that promise.
Oikawa sighed next to him and Iwaizumi too the time to take in a good look at the man's appearance and –as if the dark circles under Kageyama's eyes weren't enough to churn his gut with anxiety– the exhausted sag of Oikawa's eyes was enough for Iwaizumi to figure that Oikawa most likely hadn't had the most stress free of days.
"Do you want takeout tonight?" Iwaizumi asked. The instant relief shone on Oikawa's face in the form of a grateful smile.
"That would be amazing." Oikawa promptly fished out his phone to make the order. His shuffling had caused his wrist to raise itself to Iwaizumi's eye level, the time on the watch glistening his face in shock.
"Eight-thirty!?" He whisper-shouted as to not wake Kageyama and moved to sit up in the bed, "why are you home so late?" While it wasn't necessarily an uncommon occurrence for Oikawa to arrive home late, it usually didn't stretch that far.
Oikawa groaned, although apparently didn't deem the conversation interesting enough to take his eyes off of his phone. "I had a backup of appointments. Apparently all the hypochondriacs were out in full force today. I had one woman who thought she had bowel cancer because her stomach hurt."
Iwaizumi's eyebrows raised a little. "Did she?" He asked with genuine concern.
Oikawa snorted, "Iwa-chan is so caring," he crooned, taking his eyes off his phone to send Iwaizumi a mock look of sentiment that was met with an unamused frown. "Fine, fine. To answer your question, no, she did not have bowel cancer," he rolled his eyes back over to his phone. "She was just pregnant," he added nonchalantly, continuing to add more food to the order with hungry eyes.
"Okay, yeah alright. I don't need to know everything."
"She doesn't know who the father is."
"Are you allowed to gossip about your patients?"
"It's between two guys. Mr personal trainer or Mr husband. Personally I'm rooting for Mr personal trainer."
"Why not the husband?"
"Because he deserves to know she's been cheating on him and this is the perfect way to discover that. It'll be such a scandal."
"I don't know about perfect."
"Iwa-chan, you don't watch enough dramas."
"And clearly you watch too many."
"I'm hoping that they both come along for the ultrasound so I can really get a sense of the tension."
"Knowing you, you'd do some dramatic reveal as to who the father was."
"Naturally."
"You're a menace to society."
"I prefer the term 'asset'."
"I prefer the term 'loud'."
The mumbled addition had Iwaizumi and Oikawa instantly losing what they were discussing.
"Tobio-chan!" Oikawa instantly took the opportunity of his partner being awake to join the other two on the bed, squeezing between them until Iwaizumi was almost hanging off the side even though there was a fair amount of space laying bare of a good third of the bed. "I'm sorry we woke you, but in all honesty I wasn't sure how much longer I could have waited to join in." He made his point by snuggling himself under the covers as far as he could go.
Oikawa's phone was closed where it lay, discarded amongst the fluffy confines of the bed, so Iwaizumi presumed Oikawa had finished the order for the three of them. It meant that Iwaizumi could turn his full attention on his two partners cuddling up beside him.
"You're gonna crinkle your shirt," Iwaizumi warned, already seeing a few creases form in the crisp white material. Oikawa hummed in reply, making no effort to get up and change. "You're ironing it then." Oikawa grunted in dismissal to that one, not happy with that one bit, but didn't put up much of a fight, too content to care in that moment.
They all remained cuddled up in bed until the doorbell rang, both Oikawa and Kageyama voting for Iwaizumi to be the one banished from the bed to retrieve their food. He wasn't pleased with that particular decision, and made that known on his face, but knowing he was unable to say no to Oikawa and Kageyama's puppy dog eyes, the two made sure to exceed themselves this time.
Iwaizumi turned the heating up on the way to the front door, the cold air nipping at his freshly exposed skin. That was one of the reasons he hated naps, he just always got so cold after them.
He ignored the creak of the door as it opened to reveal the delivery boy they had seen probably too many times before; his name a completely foreign concept to them though. He felt a little bad not being able to greet the boy in a completely polite manner, although the boy had a somewhat irritated pull to his face, so a polite interaction of any sorts was probably out of the window.
As he looked down, he could justify the boy's face. He'd had to carry up three bags of food up seventeen flights of stairs, most likely cursing the building's maintenance for the elevator being out of order the entire time.
Iwaizumi initially thought that the other two bags must be for one of their neighbours that coincidentally ordered at the same time they did, but as the boy proceeded to hand over all three bags, Iwaizumi could only stand wooden as he passively accepted them.
"You got a party or something going on?" The boy asked, or more like hissed as he peered over Iwaizumi's shoulder to look inside. Iwaizumi couldn't exactly blame him, but he wasnt exactly on board with the rude interaction.
Iwaizumi chuckled awkwardly, "something like that." It was easier to lie than have to explain that all that food was only for just three people. The boy didn't waste time in stomping off, nursing his shoulder as he went. The bags were heavy, even for Iwaizumi and that was saying something.
Closing the door with his foot, Iwaizumi headed to the kitchen to haul the bags onto the kitchen island, hearing light steps follow him as he did.
"Woah." Kageyama ogled the hefty bags that he stopped short of in awe. "Why did you order so much?"
"That's what I'd like to know. Where is he?" Iwaizumi looked around the corner and down the hall in order to spot their third partner, finding no one else in sight.
"Bedroom. Getting changed." Kageyama supplied, collecting some plates and cutlery before setting them down on the table.
Soon after, a click of a door and skipped steps entered the kitchen.
"Ooh goody, we got everything." Oikawa clapped his hands, now wearing joggers that were a little short of his ankles (must be Iwaizumi's) and a tshirt that had been passed around the three of them so much, the original owner of it was lost to them.
"Why the hell did you order so much? I'm pretty sure the delivery guy is gonna need physical therapy after carrying our seven course meal up those stairs. He was about five seconds away from murdering me."
Oikawa laughed, waving off Iwaizumi's dramatics. "Silly Iwa-chan, we're not eating all of this now. I thought we could order some more and take it into work for tomorrow. I dont think any of us are really in the mood to prepare anything so this was my ingenious solution." He opened his arms, gesturing to the buffet in front of them, a pleased smile on his face as if this was his proudest accomplishment to date.
Iwaizumi frowned. It made a lot of sense and now he felt a little embarrassed about questioning it, and a little bashful that Oikawa had been thoughtful in a way, leaving them with a relaxing evening and not having to worry about that added chore. It was smart.
Didn't mean Iwaizumi had to admit it.
"We're gonna go bankrupt," was all he supplied. Oikawa's smile didnt falter as he helped Iwaizumi unpack the food, setting some of it aside to put into the fridge for the following day. Kageyama had already sorted out drinks for them, having opened a bottle of wine Oikawa was already blessing the sight of.
As they began to dig into their food, Kageyama broke the comfortable silence. "Oh, Tooru, your mom called earlier just after I got in. She asked if you could call her back."
Oikawa hummed in reply, not offering much more, but Kageyama didnt seem fazed by it. Iwaizumi however, was not oblivious to the thick tension on Oikawa's shoulder, or the way the brunette tightened his fingers around his chopsticks hard enough Iwaizumi swore he could hear them splinter.
Eggshells scattered on the floor and Iwaizumi didnt dare take a step.
They ate in relative silence after that; not uncomfortable, but not comfortable at the same time. Iwaizumi filled most of the conversation, indulging Kageyama more tyan he did Oikawa. Occasionally Oikawa would chime in, but it was far less than he usually would.
Oikawa opted to wash up after, delving into the solo task. He wanted to be doing something and alone for that matter. Iwaizumi and Kageyama left him to it, settling on the couch while Oikawa scrubbed the sins off of the plates.
Kageyama was flicking through the channels when Oikawa's voice, laced with something akin to anger, called out from the kitchen.
"Tobio!" Oikawa had a dangerous look in his eyes as he met Kageyama from across the room, fridge door open at his side. "What have I said before about putting empty cartons back in the fridge?" It was now that Kageyama saw the bottle furiously grasped in Oikawa's hand.
"Sorry," he said as he turned back to the tv, thinking the conversation was done. Evidently, it wasnt.
"Don't apologise if you're just going to do it again." Oikawa punctuated his words by slamming the fridge door closed. Kageyama reared up in his seat, feeling Iwaizumi do the same from next to him.
If what Oikawa had said earlier was anything to go by, he clearly wasn't in any mood to be taking little things like that lightly, and with the call from his mother, Iwaizumi could tell Oikawa was giving into his emotions. That was paired with the fact that both Kageyama and Oikawa had a fair amount of wine over dinner if the now near empty bottle was anything to go by. He didn't think it was entirely fair he was taking it out on Kageyama, but he wouldn't exactly say Oikawa was in the right headspace to conclude that he was doing it on purpose.
Oikawa was picking a fight, and unfortunately, Kageyama was on the receiving end.
They didn't need to fight right now, that would just make the situation worse. Oikawa would calm down and then everything would go back to normal.
Kageyama didn't seem to get the memo.
"Where the hell was I supposed to put it?" He countered, obviously not pleased with the way he was being talked to.
Oikawa scoffed, "the bin perhaps," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"There wasn't a bin bag in it."
"Then put one in!"
"I was in a rush!"
"Because you're terrible at time management."
"Oh, and you're so great with yours? Spending half of it in front of the damn mirror."
"God, you're such a fucking child!"
Now Iwaizumi could tell the argument,ent was veering off, and would soon cover more ground than either of them could keep up with apologising for. He internally sighed, finding the job of the mediator falling to him yet again.
The need to defend Kageyama rose. Kageyama wasn't a child. He was tired and stressed and impossibly frustrated a lot of the time, and to Iwaizumi, calling him a child was simply an easy scapegoat for Oikawa to release any pent up frustration.
Yet, at the same time, he knew that Kageyama knew he shouldn't be pushing at Oikawa's buttons, always seeming to give into the temptation of defending himself to a level that resided at 'you get as good as you give'. Kageyama had a habit of matching the intensity that Oikawa set and running with it.
This was an argument between two tired individuals who often acted on impulsive emotions, and who knew what regrettable consequences would entail if he let it go on any longer.
God, he really hated being the middleman.
"That's enough! You two are grown adults and you're squabbling like a pair of fucking teenagers!" That time, Iwaizumi received a scoff from the both of them, both still caught up in glaring daggers into each other's souls. "Seriously, it's a carton of juice. Stop blowing everything out of proportion, for fuck sake." Iwaizumi stood up, walking over to Oikawa and snatching the carton from his hands before taking out a bag to line the bin, and throwing the bottle in with it.
Iwaizumi was met with no verbal response, only the puff of the sofa cushions Kageyama heavily leant back against and retreating steps, promptly followed by the slam of their bedroom door.
He sighed, wondering how they had ended up spending most of their time partaking in petty arguments that led them absolutely nowhere. With Kageyama and Oikawa it was almost constant. Iwaizumi did not often fight with Kageyama and he was pointedly avoiding fighting with Oikawa right now.
Oikawa was impulsive; said what was on his mind and while that was good for communication regarding their relationship, he needed to get his tone in check sometimes.
"I really didn't mean to leave it in there," Kageyama broke silence left behind in Oikawa's wake, his voice muffled by his hand covering his face. "I was gonna throw it out when I got home, but I completely forgot."
"I know you didn't do it on purpose, it's okay Tobs."
"I just hate when he talks to me like that."
"I know."
So much for their relaxing evening, Iwaizumi thought bitterly. "I'll go talk to him."
Kageyama didn't remove his hands from his face, only nodding to regard Iwaizumi that he'd heard.
Iwaizumi cranked the heating up a little more as he passed. It was a cold walk to the bedroom after all.
He knocked lightly against the door before entering, finding Oikawa sat on the side of their bed, head in his hands much like a replica of Kageyama in the other room. The bed dipped as Iwaizumi joined Oikawa, leaving the silence open for the man next to him.
Oikawa remained unmoving, basically unbreathing until he whispered out, "I don't want to talk to her."
It had Iwaizumi sighing, staring up to the ceiling in contemplation. "She's hurting as well. Come on Oikawa, she's your mother."
"I don't give a fuck," Oikawa snarled, and Iwaizumi was for once grateful that he wasnt looking into Oikawa's eyes. He didn't think he'd be able to handle whatever he saw.
"Yes, you do." Oikawa didn't reply, but Iwaizumi could sense the anger circling around the room beginning to diminish.
Oikawa flopped onto the bed, gazing up to the skylight and into the stars. He found himself –not for the first time– grateful they lived on the top floor. "I didn't mean to shout at him."
Iwaizumi fell back onto the bed next the Oikawa, a fuzziness blooming in his chest at the feeling of long, delicate fingers wrapping around his own. "You don't have to fight about everything."
"I don't want to!" Oikawa defended. Iwaizumi shot him a look, feeling the argument in Oikawa already growing. The man next to him only huffed, but dropped it nonetheless. "I promise I'll try."
Iwaizumi couldn't help but accept the wave of relief in the air.
They laid there together in relative silence, before a knock at the door had the both of them sitting up.
Kageyama gingerly entered, closing the door behind him before making his way to stand in front of Oikawa. Both men on the bed stared at Kageyama curiously as the younger of the three kept his eyes connected with Oikawa's.
Without breaking eye contact, Kageyama lowered himself onto one knee, taking Oikawa's hand in his hold and that was enough for Iwaizumi to release a belly full of laughs, watching as Oikawa terribly fought off a smile of his own.
"Oikawa Tooru, I promise from this day forth that I shall never–" the look on Kageyama's face was criminally serious, "–put an empty carton back in the fridge. In sickness and in health."
The dopey grin draped across Oikawa's lips stretched impossibly fondly. "Until death do us part?" He tilted his head to the side in question.
Kageyama smiled. "Until death do us part."
Kageyama was swiftly hauled onto the bed and captured in a bone crushing hug between Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
As Oikawa peppered Kageyama's face with kisses, firmly holding the squirming man in place, Iwaizumi saw it. The guilt finally urging Oikawa to rectify his words. It was a relief to know Oikawa regretted what he'd said. Iwaizumi still felt a little guilty himself for not having spoken up, but until Oikawa calmed down and realised his mistakes himself, there was almost no getting through to him.
It was good to know that Oikawa had only been fueled by the vexation of a long day.
It happened to all of them.
They moved on.
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"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you?"
"Iwa-chan, it would make my week if you came with me, but there's gonna be so much going on and there's bound to be another fight. It isn't fair to throw you both into that."
"It isn't fair that you have to be thrown into that."
"I can handle it. Besides, it's just for the weekend. I'll be back Sunday night."
Iwaizumi only scowled at the floor as the rhythmic thrum of Oikawa's feet shuffled around the room. His partner disappeared into the closet briefly before returning with yet another bundle of clothes he somehow expected to fit into his already half full overnight bag.
Wordlessly, Iwaizumi folded the clothes that were unceremoniously dumped on the bed while Oikawa disappeared yet again.
"We could just stay at a hotel or something. Who's to say we have to stay at the house?" Iwaizumi spoke, unearthing his long forgotten skills at video games from his teenage years to slot the folded fabric into the bag and utilise as much space as possible.
"My mother's gonna have something to say about that and you know it. Seriously Iwa-chan, I'll be fine. I'll just go and make this completely pointless trip, waste my weekend and have absolutely nothing to show for it once it's over." Oikawa called out from the closet, the distance helping his sarcasm appear more humoured to conceal the dark hiss of his words.
They lapsed into a tense silence Iwaizumi wasnt sure how to break, until Oikawa reemerged with a smile on his face that was just a little too tight for Iwaizumi's liking, holding yet another bundle of clothes in his arms.
Iwaizumi eyed the growing pile bizarrely, "they're not all gonna fit. What do you even need them all for?"
Oikawa didn't really have an answer to that which he knew would settle his partner's mind. He just wanted to be moving and doing something to blind his mind from the impending doom of the following day, channeling his festering anxiety into feeling the heavy weight of clothes pressed up against his chest. It was calming, like the sensation of Iwaizumi's chest pushed against his own.
A soft click of the door and in came Kageyama, having finished cleaning up from dinner. Iwaizumi and Oikawa both waited for the man to say something, lips pursed and eyebrows down turned as if he was deliberating how to word his thoughts. No words were spoken though, they didn't need to be when instead he wrapped his arms around Oikawa from behind, nuzzling his face into his partner's neck.
Oikawa huffed a laugh, overlapping Kageyama's hands on his waist with his own. "Look Iwa-chan. You've always wanted a puppy, and now we've got one. He's a hefty fella though so you'll be cleaning up after him," Oikawa teased, feeling the man behind him chuckle before seemingly remembering the jab was aimed at him and promptly grunting in annoyance.
"Do you really have to go? This is the third time in two months." Oikawa almost caved at the pure pleading tone of Kageyama's voice, all too similar to Iwaizumi's when he'd announced that he had to go home for the weekend in the first place a few days ago when he finally returned his mother's call.
"Afraid so, but how about next weekend we all go have a date night or something. Oh we haven't done a date night in so long." A beaming smile grew on Oikawa's face at his revolutionary idea, promptly followed by both his partners also perking up.
In truth, none of them could specifically remember the last time they had all gone out together. They knew it wasn't drastically that long ago, maybe a month or two, but they would all agree it was certainly long overdue.
"What if you have to go back again next weekend?" Kageyama voiced his concerns, holding back on letting himself get too hopeful.
"Then I'll put my foot down, I promise. Nothing gets in the way of date night." They all decided not to voice the fact that things had obviously gotten in the way before for them to have stretched their dry period of romantic outings recently.
Iwaizumi sent Oikawa a smile, small and fond. Beautiful. "Okay, yeah. We'll go out next weekend then." It made the upcoming days a little less daunting knowing they had something to look forward to once it was all over.
However, there was still the subject at hand to deal with.
"Sweetheart, I have to pack," Oikawa chuckled past the disappointment of having to leave when Kageyama made no move to unlatch himself.
After a few more lingering seconds, Kageyama did in fact let go, but –much to Oikawa's seething annoyance– made a point to straddle Iwaizumi on the bed instead. Oikawa's face heated at the un-broken eye contact between him and Kageyama at the action, paired with the mischievous smirk taught on the younger's face.
Iwaizumi was lapping it up, bringing Kageyama a little closer and fully divulging into the situation as he watched Oikawa follow their movements with predatory eyes.
"I thought you had some packing to do," Iwaizumi taunted to his unbreathing partner as he proceeded to stroke up Kageyama's back, making a show of dipping his hand under the fabric just in the slightest. He tilted his neck to give better access when the younger started to press a line of kisses just under his jaw.
Oikawa swallowed at the sight.
More clothes were added to the pile; packing forgotten.
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Oikawa made his way down to the garage after having left his two sleeping partners in the confines of the apartment, guilt having held him back from waking them to bid a proper farewell in the bitter morning air. He'd left a note with the promise he'd message as soon as he arrived and as frequently as possible while he was there, though he was positive Kageyama would be spamming him the entire stay with photos of whatever animals he could see from the balcony.
It was a nervous habit Kageyama had picked up at some point in his life. Usually he was the driest texter imaginable, yet overexerted himself in the task when anxious for whoever he was messaging. It seemed he was simply desperate to keep in contact and Iwaizumi and Oikawa found that there really was no limit or category the man would restrict himself to, although animal watching did appear to be the most frequently recurring theme. It was adorable and would not be unwelcome in the slightest.
Oikawa would need to hold onto every strand of contact he had with his partners if he wanted to survive the weekend.
The lights of his car flashed as he pressed the button on the keys, swiftly hauling his bag into the back of the car and instantly turning the heating up as soon as he was situated in his seat.
It took a little jiffling to get the seat just right. He guessed Iwaizumi had been the one to use it last considering how far forward it was. Oikawa had stated to his partner countless times before that he may as well just sit on the wheel, to which he'd always receive the gruff reply that it was just comfier to be sat like that.
Comfy my ass, Oikawa thought as he could feel his kneecaps begin to bruise from where they were squashed against the dashboard.
With a click and a flourish, the seat was finally comfortable when his legs were no longer at risk of cramping or kneeling himself in the face.
He sighed, taking a moment to rest his head against the wheel, drinking in the scent of leather under his nose.
Turning on the ignition, he didn't allow himself to think, singularly focusing on every conscious element of driving that he could. The thought of his partners, most likely still curled up together flashed through his mind as he left the garage; away from the warmth and love they carried with them, and on his way to plan his father's funeral.