Archive of Our Own ^beta

    Oh god, was Oikawa’s mother going to kill him if she found out what he was doing? Oikawa giggled to himself nervously. Haha. Yeah, probably.

    But whatever! Oikawa was a rebel! He was 12, and it was prime time for him to start his angsty teen bullshit years. And he was ready, by god, was he ready.

    Oikawa typed in his phone digits, number by number, except for the last one, which he changed from a 1 to a 2.

Today 7:20 PM

me: 

hello •ᴗ•

    Oikawa stared at his phone expectantly, heart pounding. Would anybody actually answer?

    After two minutes, his phone dinged up with a message. He frantically opened the message, nervous. 

unknown: 

Hi

    Oikawa squealed. Oh my God, an actual RESPONSE? Jesus Christ, his mother would be screaming at him if she knew what he was doing right now!

me: 

how are you?

unknown:

Good

Why are you texting me?

me:

there’s this challenge where you text somebody

and you just type in your number

but change the last number so its like one number different

unknown:

Ah

That makes sense

    Oikawa suddenly remembered his mom telling him not to text strangers online (well, he broke that rule already) because they might have been old creeps. Right. 

me:

how old are you?

unknown:

Why?

me:

my mom told me not to talk to old men

so

unknown:

I’m 12

You?

me:

SAME

that’s so cool lol

don’t u think

unknown:

Not really

Should you really be talking to a stranger on the internet?

Yu don’t know if I’m actually 12

me:

don’t worry

i trust you

maybe you’re a murderer though

so maybe i shouldn’t trust you

unknown:

I’m not a murderer

But you might be

me:

no way 

im an innocent 12 year old child man

unknown:

That’s what they all say

me:

eesh well if im a murderer

we live in the same area

so i could murder you anyways

bc we have the same area code

one number off y'know

unknown:

I don’t believe you would murder me

But I don’t believe you’re not a murderer either

me:

...

what can i do to make you trust me???

unknown:

Idk?

Tell me stuff about yourself

    Oikawa blinked. His mother had told him to never share personal information.

    Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell this person his hobbies, would it?

me:

okay

but!

ur not getting my name

unknown:

Okay

Why though?

me:

because you might FIND ME

and STALK ME

and steal my birth certificate

unknown:

I’m 12

me:

can’t believe you’re underestimating twelve year olds 

okay anyways,,!! 

what do you want to know?

unknown:

I don’t know

Stuff you like

Basic info?

me:

okay

but you will tell me stuff about you for a trade, right?

because i don’t know if you’re not a murderer either

unknown:

I’m not but sure go ahead

me:

okay well

i really like volleyball

like a lot i love volleyball so much 

it’s so cool i really like it

i’m a setter

which i don’t know if you know what it is

but it’s basically the best position in volleyball lol

it’s like the spot reserved for the best player

and setters set up all the points basically

well not all but a LOT 

but of course setters can’t do it without their team to hit their sets

but im still a setter so im biased lol •ᴗ•

unknown:

I play volleyball too

me:

:OOOOOO

WHAT POSITION???

unknown:

Wing spiker

me:

omg 

isnt that funny

are you good?

unknown:

I can’t say

You’d have to watch me to find out

me:

ooo

yeah that would be cool hehe

what else do u want to know about me?

unknown:

Is volleyball the only thing you like??

me:

nooooi like

SPACE

i like space and stars and most importantly

aliens

ALIIIEENNNNSSSSS

man aliens are so cool

they totally exist

also my favorite color is turquoise

or aqua 

cyan?

arent they the same colors

anyways

and milk bread tastes good heh

i like reading

like harry potter and the little prince and stuff

i like watching tv like sci fi and mostly anything good

oh my harry potter house is slytherin, btw

unknown:

Nice

I’m a gryffindor

My favorite color is 

Im not sure, but cyan is a nice color?

Maybe ill say cyan is mine too

My favorite food is agedashi tofu 

I like Godzilla I think he’s cool

I like sports and exercise in general

I think its fun

I also think bugs are pretty cool

I used to go bug catching a lot when I was a kid

me:

:O 

BUGS??

did u pick them up with ur hands???

unknown:

Yes

me:

omg

i couldnt 

are you the type of person who knows bug facts

unknown:

Kind of 

me:

omg

well i know space facts so 

LOL

also

do u think we go to the same school?

unknown:

Maybe

Maybe not tho, I don’t know

me:

iagine we do

unknown:

That would be funny

me:

uhuh

what if we’re actually friends already?

unknown:

That would be really weird

But also funny

me:

yeah

or maybe we dont know each other at all but we will

unknown:

Prophetic

-

me:

omg today

there was a fat ass brown cockroach

in our classroom

and our teacher chased it out

and it reminded me of you

unknown:

Today I got hit in the face by a volleyball

It reminded me of you

me: 

D:

omg

are you making fun of me

is this making fun of me

are you teasing me 

tbh i didn't know you even had it in you

whaaat

omg

unknown:

Who knows

me:

:(

-

me:

when’s ur bday?

unknown:

June 10th

Why

?

me:

omg

that’s kind of close

i’d ship you a gift

but i don’t think my mom would let me TT-TT

unknown:

Rip

When’s yours?

me:

july 20th

unknown:

Lol i’m older than you 

me:

smh

also

what’s ur contact name for me?

unknown:

Unknown

me:

make mine kawaliens 

hehehehheh

unknown:

Sure

You can make me iwzilla

kawaliens:

ooh nice name 

iwzilla:

Lol u too 

-

kawaliens:

hey lol

iwzilla:

Hi

kawaliens:

today i learned how to jump serve

iwzilla:

Sounds cool

Are you good at it?

kawaliens:

i’m not bad at it i think

i like the serve

i think i’m gonna practice it more

iwzilla:

Smart

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kawaliens:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

WOOT WOOT

FWOOO

BLOWING CANDLES

BALLOONS BALLOONS BALLOONS

pretend im doing this real time

iwzilla:

Haha thanks

kawaliens:

how r u celebrating?

iwzilla:

My parents held me a party and invited family friends over 

It’s fun

It’d be cool if you were here

kawaliens:

yeah ;(((((((

but also

i got a new volleyball

and if we meet ever

i’ll give it to you

attached image

for you heh 

i won’t use it till we meet so i can give to u

iwzilla:

Thanks :)

-

kawaliens:

what’s your favorite subject in school?

iwzilla:

I like science

You?

kawaliens:

i go between japanese/english and science

iwzilla:

Ahhh

Not math?

kawaliens:

math is sometimes cool!!!!!!!!

and other times i dont like math

iwzilla:

Math can be fun

kawaliens:

yeah lol

except when youre not good at it

iwzilla:

True

But maybe youre just a sore loser

kawaliens:

i

nooo

shut up

-

kawaliens:

hey

whatcha doin

iwzilla:

Homework

kawaliens:

haha

sucker

i finished mine

iwzilla:

So mean

kawaliens:

not even

-

kawaliens:

there’s a METEOR SHOWER TODAY

perfect timing

did you hear?

i cant wait hehe 

iwzilla:

Really?

Sounds cool

What time?

kawaliens:

around like

11 pm?

iwzilla:

Thanks

-

kawaliens:

attached image

LOOOOOOOOK!!!!!!

SO COOL OMG

are you outside?

iwzilla:

attached image

Yeah

Also

Happy birthday

kawaliens:

:OOO

u remembered :)))))

iwzilla:

Yeah

I was trying to think of things I could do for u

And ended up never congratulating u for ur bday

kawaliens:

u don’t have to do anything for me!!!

iwzilla:

I wanted to tho

And u have the volleyball for me

kawaliens:

;o

it’s nice enough for u to watch the meteor shower :DDD

and also

i can just save the chance for u to get me something for later heh

iwzilla:

Smh

But yeah

Happy 13th Birthday

-

kawaliens:

ahhhh

guess what!!

iwzilla:

What?

kawaliens:

I GOT CONFESSED TO

HAHAHDSHHAHAAAH

AAAAAAAHHH

YAY

EEEE

i mean

this was bound to happen, though

because i’m pretty cool

and my face is attractive 

iwzilla:

Lots of arrogance right now

kawaliens:

but is it arrogance if its true?

no

iwzilla:

Yes

kawaliens:

no

i have a very pretty face, ill have you know

iwzilla:

Sure

kawaliens:

i can hear your doubt

ur so mean smh

thinking ur friend is ugly

ur attitude is ugly smh ;<

iwzilla:

I mean my mom says im pretty handsome

kawaliens:

what a comedian 

iwzilla:

Hah

-

kawaliens:

do u ever just feel terrible?

just jealous and insecure and stuff

like you’re not enough

iwzilla:

Are you okay? 

I don’t know what happened to you but I can easily tell you you’re better than anybody else

Talk to me, okay?

No matter what, I’m always one number away

-

kawaliens:

i hate homework

iwzilla:

Sucker

kawaliens:

...

you jerk

iwzilla:

You had that coming

kawaliens:

NOOO

no i DIDNT 

end of discussion

anyways, i realized i never asked u, are u a girl or a boy?

iwzilla:

A girl

kawaliens:

omg

rlly

???

omg

wiat srsly 

are u being srs

rn

hello?

hello?

omg

srsluy

?????????

iwzilla:

Lol

No

I’m actually a guy lmao

kawaliens: 

D:

TT-TT

whyd u do that to meeeeeee??

iwzilla:

Wby

Are you a girl?

Woudlnt be surprised if u were

kawaliens:

is this an insult or no????

iwzilla:

Its however you take it

kawaliens:

fine ill take it as you saying i am so amazingly awesome that my awesomeness has you stunned you don’t even know how to comprehend it bc it goes beyond human gender. im like an angel. i go beyond human brain power

iwzilla:

It was an insult

kawaliens:

too late

im a guy btw

a sexy guy too heheheh

iwzilla:

Your ego is bursting at the seams

kawaliens: 

NOT EVEN WDYNW

-

kawaliens:

today 

in science

we hatched butterflies from their cocoons

well we watched them hatch

but they hatched, iw!!

and they're so pretty!!! they were SO pretty

one of them was turquoise and another was this pretty green

and another was this lilac

and one was a monarch

there was just a bunch of different types 

and they were all so pretty iw

i wish you were with me

iwzilla:

I wish I was too

-

iwzilla:

My friend got confessed to today

And he got really smug

And it reminded me of you

kawaliens:

kinda offended

but awhhh

iw ur thinking of me?

thx hehehe

iwzilla:

This is not a compliment

kawaliens:

omg guys iw is thinking about me

24/7 im on his mind guys 

blare it over the news

let it be known to the world

iw thinks about me

iwzilla:

No

Stop

kawaliens:

the main headline on the news

iw is thinking abt me

iwzilla:

Stop it

No

This is not true

I do not thinking about kaw

kawaliens:

thinking

iwzilla:

Yes

-

kawaliens:

do you like dogs or cats?

iwzilla:

Im fine with either

But I think I like dogs more

kawaliens:

makes sense i think

iwzilla:

What abt you?

kawaliens:

equilibrium?

cats are so cute

dogs are cute too tho

so idk

neutrality

iwzilla:

Do you have a favorite animal?

kawaliens:

no

because theres too many

i cant decide

iwzilla:

You’re nice

kawaliens:

awh thx

-

iwzilla:

attached image

kawaliens:

omg

thats so pretty

dragonflies r cool

kinda gross tho but cool

iwzilla:

Yeah it reminded me of you

kawaliens:

were you going bug hunting?

iwzilla:

Lol yeah

I found beetles

attached image

kawaliens:

omg

iw

you know thats in your hand right

iwzilla:

Yeah 

kawaliens:

guts of steel

dont the hundreds of little feet bother you

iwzilla:

Beetles dont have hundreds of feet

Centipedes do though

kawaliens:

same thing

have you ever held a centipede??

iwzilla:

Once

kawaliens:

are you not bothered???

iwzilla:

I mean

It felt gross

But it was cooler

kawaliens:

...

i could never

id vomit

iwzilla:

Poor bugs

kawaliens:

butterflies though

i will play with butterflies

because theyre so pretty

iwzilla:

This is a butterfly before theyre a butterfly

attached image

Still like it?

kawaliens:

i mean YEAH

because its still gonna become a BUTTERFLY

its cool though

because they go from like

worms lol

to shining colorful creatures with pretty delicate wings

i bet this is metaphorical

iwzilla:

Your literature nerd is coming through

kawaliens:

literature nerds are COOL

IDC literature nerds are the best

this is because i am a lit nerd

some lit nerds suck

but i am not one of them

the lit nerds like me are cool

go lit nerds (who are cool)

iwzilla:

Are you one of those kids who reads books in English?

kawaliens:

...

i ATTEMPT it???

like ill find an english copy in the library of

idk harry potter?

or the little prince?

and then compare it to my japanese copies

and TRY (try) to read it in english

but i think my pronunciation is probably definitely off

i mean english pronunciation is difficult af

english is hard asf in general

idk how americans function its a rlly difficult language

iwzilla:

Tbf japanese makes no sense either

Id die if I was an outsider learning japanese

kawaliens:

tbh same

grammar rules suck ASS

iwzilla:

Guys look

Kaw cursed

kawaliens:

shut up iw

like you dont

iwzilla:

True

-

kawaliens:

today i had a math test

and then there was this extra credit math problem

from like, algebra

and we’re not in algebra, yknow?

but i was like extra credit!!!

so i was like okay bam lets try it

and i filled it out and turned it in 

and then my teacher was like, ‘how did you know the formula?’

i was like ‘????’

‘wait, so does that mean i got it right?’

and she didnt answer and i was like ???????? 

and then i got the test back and i got a 100% LOL

bc i got one question wrong (it was a simple mistake too sad :((( )

but the extra credit right

so i got a 100%

and ALSO APPARENTLY

this test everybody did terrible on

EXCEPT FOR ME

I GOT THE HIGHEST SCORE

BECAUSE I GOT A 100%

*pats myself on back* heheheh

iwzilla:

Lmao

Do you like math now?

kawaliens:

i mean recently math has been fun

to be fair, ive always been pretty good at math?

like naturally

if i dont pay attention in class, but im just taking the notes,

and then we have to do homework and stuff, just based off our notes without having heard the teachers actual explanation, i normally still understand it well

i just scan the notes, go, oh so this is what it is! and then do it and i get a good grade, bam

sometimes i get the highest grades so its funny but sometimes i dont understand math and then i dont like it

(sometimes i get bad grades on tests. you did not hear this) 

(not often tho but like four or five times. sadness)

(my grade went down to like an a- or a b. iw as panicked but notreally)

(i mean i still brought it up to an a)

iwzilla:

So you’re just naturally good at school in general

kawaliens:

yes

i dont think im a GENIUS

but im naturally good at school in general lols

like i dont put too much effort in but i still have a perfect gpa

when i do put effort in i still have a perfect gpa yknow

little effort from me is enough to excel

but im still jealous of the real geniuses

ugh

im so jealous of prodigies 😔

iwzilla:

You’re still smart though

Lucky

Or maybe you’re just a nerd

kawaliens:

nerds are cool

thanks for the compliment xx

iwzilla:

It’s not a

Nevermind

-

iwzilla:

Do you ever laugh so hard it hurts

kawaliens:

yes

best kind of laughter

iwzilla:

I laughed like that so much today

kawaliens:

what happened??

iwzilla:

My friend dressed up like our teacher

Our teachers a girl

And he stuffed his shirt and pants with tissue

kawaliens:

sounds wild

iwzilla:

Yeah especially since he stole his moms bra

kawaliens:

LMAOOO WHAT

iwzilla:

Yup

-

kawaliens:

FINALLY SCHOOLS OVER THANK GOD FOR MARCH

iwzilla:

It starts next month tho

kawaliens:

noo

iwzilla:

Lmfao

kawaliens:

hehe after this school year ends we go to high school

iwzilla:

Yup

High school first years

You know in America we would be 10th graders 

We would be second years in high school there

kawaliens:

yeahh cause they do 1-5 in elementary

6-8 in middle school

and 9-12 in high school

sounds fun tho

iwzilla: 

We have to choose which high school we’re going to

You have any in mind?

kawaliens:

two actually

iwzilla:

Nice

Volleyball oriented?

kawaliens:

yup

one has a more famous sports program

but they both have rlly good volleyball programs

ranked super high in miyagi

you?

iwzilla:

I have my eyes set on one

It also has a famous volleyball program

Idk man, I just feel drawn to it

kawaliens:

funny i feel the same way

-

kawaliens:

DUDE

AHHH

IW GUESS WHAT???

IM VOLLEYBALL CAPTAIN

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE

HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE

iwzilla:

You good?

kawaliens:

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

NO

YES

IDK HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEH

iwzilla:

Congrats

You deserve it

kawaliens:

SO EXCITED OMGNRJCN SO EXCITED

YAYYYY YAYAYAYAYAYYYYY

EEEEE!!!!!!

-

kawaliens:

i feel like shit

i hate life

iwzilla:

You okay?

kawaliens:

i’d say yes?

but that’s a lie

so NO

i am not okay

iwzilla:

What happened?

kawaliens:

this prodigy kid showed up

and i just hate him so fucking much

because he’s so goddamn good that he’s going to steal my spot from me with his fucking genius hands

i worked for this shit

this SKILL

this ROLE

for COUNTLESS of hours

and suddenly this prodigy kid shows up zero shits given???

he’s going to wrap his fingers around my throat and yank me down to the floor and i don’t fucking like it

i hate this life i hate it here 

i wish i was a prodigy too

i hate prodigies

iwzilla:

Whoa

Okay calm down

kawaliens:

😐😐😐 

mfg jfc 

easier said than done, dont you think 😍😍😍

iwzilla:

First of all

What did this kid do to you

Other than be a prodigy 

kawaliens:

NOTHING?? THATS WHY I HATE IT

I HATE HIM I WANT TO HATE HIM SO BAD

BUT HES DONE NOTHING

AND I FUCKING KNOW IT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW IT, IW???

IM GODDAMN ME 

OF COURSE IM AWARE, IM ALWAYS AWARE

AND IT MAKES ME FEEL WORSE

iwzilla:

So you’re jealous?

kawaliens:

??????

no SHIT, iw

what did you think i was LMAOOO

happy?

iwzilla:

Yeah, dumb question, sorry

But yeah, I think I see where you’re coming from 

It sucks to see people naturally talented

When you’ve worked so hard just to get to where you are

And they don’t have to do anything for it

I get your jealousy although it’s kinda unjustified and immature but at the same time it’s actually valid and sounds pretty justified but you shouldn’t hate that kid but how can you not? 

Nevermind is this the awareness you spoke about?

… Wow

I’m sorry, man

But remember this:

You’re the captain, aren’t you? 

You’re the one with the talent to lead this kid

And I get that you hate this kid

And I don’t think you can suddenly stop hating him

Because obviously emotions are emotions

You can’t control how shit makes you feel

You can’t control love or disgust or happiness or hate

But you can control how you act on this shit, yeah?

So just avoid him, for the most part

And work on yourself

This guy is a challenge.

See it that way

Remember, you can talk to me

And I’m here to tell you shit whether you like it or not.

Yeah?

kawaliens:

yeah

    Oikawa sighed. He still felt like massive, utter shit and he still wanted to grab Kageyama and strip him of his talent to feed to himself. 

    But for obvious reasons, he couldn’t do that. How would he drag talent out of somebody’s body? Impossible. Maybe in the future, but not today. 

    In other news, Iw’s words sounded true. As much as he wanted to be bratty and go, nOoo i doNt wANT TO CONTRol hOw i aCt i dOnt waNt to be mATURE, he knew it would just be embarrassing in the future (he still wished he could be bratty without the embarrassment, though).

    To Oikawa, in all of Iw’s advice, one part in particular stood out.

    He wanted to yell at Iw, HE’S A PROBLEM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? but his teacher had once also told their class, “Stop seeing things as problems and start seeing them as challenges,” so he knew that it probably would make him feel less like crap. 

    Juuuust the tiniest bit.

    Juuuust a little.

    Hmm. Kageyama as a challenge, huh?

    What words would he change his perspective to? 

    Kageyama is a problem because he might steal my role. Change those words, Oikawa, change this words..

    Kageyama is a challenge to overcome, because I need to become way more talented than him and stop him from stealing my role and become so overwhelmingly beautifully awesome that it freaks Kageyama out and he screams and I’m on top of the world and I overcome his prodigy looking ass powers with my natural genius powers and my persistence and determination and ambition combined. 

    Yes, that sounds good enough.

-

kawaliens:

HAPPY 14TH IWCHAN 

HAPPY 14TH HAPPY 14TH HEHEHHEHEHE

iwzilla:

Iwchan???

kawaliens:

yes???

whatever HAPPY 14TH EHHEHEHEHH

iwzilla:

Thanks

Dont call me iwchan tho

kawaliens:

lol okay iwchan

iwzilla:

I hate you

kawaliens:

liar

iwzilla:

No

kawaliens:

yes

i can read minds, iwchan

and you love me

iwzilla:

No

Wrong 

Unaffirmative

Denied

Declined

kawaliens:

omg ur in denial?

thanks, iwchan

now we know what to fix 

ur denial problem

because we all know you love me, iwchan

you LOVE ME

*whispers* you l o v e me

iwzilla:

Absolutely not

Definitely not

Never

Unaffirmed

kawaliens:

iwchan is in love with me guys

he is in LOVE WITH ME

in L O V E

iwzilla:

No

Im a dude btw

kawaliens:

and?

i am so sexy i bag men and women

i bag people from genders all around

because i am so beautiful

i am limitless

too beautiful, iwchan

im too beautiful

my beauty doesnt discriminate

but actually ive gotten confessions from guys before

iwzilla:

...

Did you ever accept?

kawaliens:

haha

funny of you to assume i accept,,, ANY

ive never accepted a confession lols 

im not into any of them and im not allowed to date

iwzilla:

Ur not into any of them? 

So isnt that like

Aro?

Or ace?

I heard somebody talk about that in class yesterday 

kawaliens:

no, im definitely not aro or ace

i have those feelings for sure

just not towards any of them

iwzilla:

Huh

Also, you say you bag people from all genders around

But do you actually like all genders?

    Oikawa blinked nervously and gulped.

kawaliens:

iwchan, are you asking me if im bi?

    Oikawa watched Iw’s texting bubble show up over and over. GODDAMNIT, IW, HURRY UP AND TYPE IT! HURRY UP AND ASK! I’M NERVOUS OVER HERE!

iwzilla:

Yes

    Damnit, all that typing and just for this?

kawaliens:

not sure

lol

uh

maybe

lol

idk is it a mancrush or real attraction?

idk

do i think hes hot or do i think hes HOT HOT 

do i think he’s really awesome platonically or do i actually want him

do i admire him? or do i LOVE him

im not sure, iwchan

but maybe, lols

you?

iwzilla:

Same

    Oikawa let out a relieved breath. He would have died if Iw said he was straight. Not when Iw was the cause of this whole sexuality confusion shit.

kawaliens: 

a struggle lol

iwzilla:

Yup a struggle

kawaliens:

how did we go from talking to ur bday to this

iwzilla:

Conversation has a mind of its own

kawaliens:

lmfaO

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kawaliens:

um

um

um

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IW

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iwzilla:

??????????

Jesus Christ kaw what happened?

kawaliens:

IWIWIWIWIWIIWIWIWIIWIWIWIWIWIWIIWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIWIWIIWIW

UR HERE

OGMGOMOGMOGMOGMGOMOMOGMGOGOGOMMOMOGMOOGMOGMOGMOG

i got 

I GOT

HEHEHEHEHSH

I GOT BEST SETTER AWARD

OMGMGMGMMGMGSLOGWEOFDS

OMGEOMGSF

D

are you not SCREAMING?!?!?!?

iwzilla:

Wait, you got what?

In like, all of Miyagi?

kawaliens:

DUDEEEE

AWHDFHS AHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEE

because

okay so us two

we’ve been talking about the tournaments right

and you know how i said i had my final tournament of junior high today???

i went against one of the schools ive been considering,,

and we won against this school in a set for the first time

and then this school is like

you know super prestigious a total powerhouse super famed

undefeated

but i BEAT THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER HEHEHHEH YAYYAYYAYAYYY

and in the tournament overall we came second to them

which i mean i wish we got first but second to THIS SCHOOL

is still really good all things considered

and then there i got the bEST SETTER AWARD YAYAAYAHAH

iwzilla:

Wow

Congrats, kaw

No jealousy needed

Proof of your skill right here, your jealousy is worthless because your skill is so high

Act jealous and sad again ill kick your ass

kawaliens:

hehehe HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY YAYAYYAYYY

iwzilla:

Also do you think we competed in the same tournament?

kawaliens:

i think we did LOL

because it was pretty widespread

and it was a miyagi tournament

and yknow

we both live in miyagi

iwzilla:

True

Think we competed against each other?

kawaliens:

nahhh

i think we’d know

...

maybe

-

iwzilla:

Hey

Kaw

Today high school applications were due

Which one did you choose?

kawaliens:

i chose the one with the lesser famous sports program

the one thats not as big of a powerhouse

iwzilla:

Really? Why would you do that?

You’re super skilled, you’re probably bound to do way better around people who are for sure like you

kawaliens:

i know, i KNOW,,

both schools invited me to do volleyball with them

but this school is closer to my house

and also has a rlly good volleyball program as well

its ranked rlly high up

and is always in the top of games and tournaments

the only person they lose to is the other school tha tinvited me

iwzilla:

And see you’re not making this sound better

kawaliens:

im not FINISHED

the school thats closer to my house just

draws me in better???

i do not know how to EXPLAIN it, iwchan

it feels like the powerhouse school is missing something

the other school is so

‘fuck teams idk’

that school, everybody is already at the top, they dont work together

theyre all kings on their own

but THIS school

i can draw the excellence out of everybody with my own powers

i can adapt and bring out their best skill while showing off my inanely adept skill all the while

see, i can hone people at this school

and learn how to adapt with whole new types of players

with me here, we’re going to be known as a powerhouse school

a household name

a school that strikes you with so much fear that when you actually meet me, my bright smiles still scare the shit out of you

also this school has really good academics

iwzilla:

Wow

You sold me

This school sounds appealing

kawaliens:

ikr? wby, what school did u choose?

iwzilla:

A school with rlly good academics and rlly good volleyball

It’s pretty close to my house too

It’s pretty famous as well

kawaliens:

ooooh

you think we’ll get to compete against each other?

iwzilla:

Who knows

-

    “Introduce yourselves,” Coach Irihata said. A line of boys who’d all been invited to join Seijoh’s volleyball team stood in front of him. He pointed at Oikawa, who stood at the beginning of the line and gestured him to come up. “Go.”

    Oikawa walked up, confident abundantly clear in every step, and said with a signature charm you to death like a ruler smile, “Hello, my name is Oikawa Toru, and I’m from Kitagawa Junior! I’m a setter, and I hope I can bring out all of your skill together!” He bowed a perfect 90 degree bow and stood back up, mind going, Straighten your posture! 

    Irihata nodded at him to go back, while every single pair of eyes in the room lingered on Oikawa much longer than they should’ve. Oikawa paid them no attention, this was common. 

    If he’d paid a bit more attention, he’d have noticed a specific pair of eyes belonged to a pair of dark, sharp eyes.

    “Hi, my name is Matsukawa Issei.”

    “Hey, I’m Hanamaki Takahiro.”

    “Yuda Kaneo.”

    “Sawauchi Motomu.”

    “Shido Heisuke.”

    “Iwaizumi Hajime.” Oikawa blinked. “I’m a wing spiker and outside hitter.” He bowed. “Nice to meet you.” He strode back down to his spot, while Oikawa’s interest had been piqued. He was handsome, and his voice was nice. He seemed dependable, and tough. And he was handsome. Did he say that already? Because he was. His dark, spiky hair, and his dark brown eyes… his broad shoulders, tanned skin, his- OIKAWA. He bit his cheek, embarrassed and ashamed. He was thinking about his teammate he had only seen for twenty seconds in such a teenager in love way. He hadn’t even spoken to him yet!

    “Alright, we’re going to start off doing drills. Let’s go, let’s go! Find a partner, grab a ball, we’re practicing spikes. We’re alternating between who’s spiking and who’s setting in each turn.”

    Oikawa walked up to Iwaizumi with a smile. “Hey,” he waved, “want to partner up?” He spun the ball on his finger and stopped it with a grin.

    Iwaizumi looked Oikawa up and down, like he was trying to make something of Oikawa or like he was thinking something, and said, “Sure. You set.”

    Irihata called out, “Go,” and Iwaizumi ran up with confidence. Oikawa’s quick eyes observed Iwaizumi’s style and immediately set to match. He slammed the ball down with force, the impact letting out a reverberating sound all throughout the hollow gym. Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa with wide eyes, while Oikawa thought to himself, Too high. He seems to hit a smidge lower. Perhaps his arm length.

    “Yeah, it was a little too high,” Iwaizumi said, surprised but impressed. “You’re observant.”

    “Oh, I thought that out loud?” Oikawa laughed. “I didn’t realize! But you did really well, Iwaizumi!” He threw a thumbs up towards the boy. “I’ll adapt.”

    Iwaizumi studied him like before, like there was something off about Oikawa. “Sure.”

    The next time Oikawa set, he did it right. 

-

kawaliens:

today was fun

how was ur day?

iwzilla:

It was cool

You?

kawaliens:

it was fun

i met this guy who was interesting

iwzilla:

That’s funny

So did I

kawaliens:

what was ur guy like?

iwzilla:

Really pretty

Charismatic

Super skilled

Adapted to me super quickly before I even said anything

Super aware

On the ball

kawaliens:

hold on

rlly pretty?

explain

iwzilla:

He was just a pretty boy okay

His face is really nice

He’s handsome

kawaliens:

is he hot

iwzilla:

If he wanted he could be?

kawaliens:

do u like him?

iwzilla:

? I mean

I’ve only known him for a day

I can’t really say much about it

He’s talented, though

kawaliens:

hmm

oh yeah do u know if ur bi yet

iwzilla:

Straightforward

Hmm

I think I might be fine with guys

I kinda want children, though

If I get with a guy, maybe we can adopt? I kinda feel like I want biological children with my partner tho

But I guess we could adopt children from Asia

Lots of little Asian children like us who deserve parents

Do you know yet?

kawaliens:

uhhh

i think

i might be fine as well?

im fine with staring at guys, lol

ive always stared at abs and stuff ever since i was little

and i was like

thinking some stuff about the guy i mmet today lol

also for the children stuff same

     And also I think you’re really cool, Oikawa thought.

iwzilla:

What’s your guy like?

kawaliens:

super hot

iwzilla:

Hot?

kawaliens:

super hot

very rugged handsome

very ‘tough dependable good guy’ 

his spikes were badass

so much raw power

the noise from his spikes were so BOOM

also he had nice arms

iwzilla:

Into hot guys, huh?

kawaliens:

you would be too if you saw him

he was intriguing

he kept staring at me tho

with this look 

like he was trying to figure something out about me??

like bro ur so pretty but why are you looking at me like that LOLS what did i do?

did i accidentally murder your family or something??

iwzilla:

Maybe he saw you before or something idk

kawaliens:

nahhh ive never seen this mf before and id remember him if i did

iwzilla:

Hmm

Maybe you reminded him of someone

Or maybe he thought you were pretty

Or both

kawaliens:

hehe you suggesting him thinking im pretty means you think im pretty

heeheheh

iwzilla:

No, but you call yourself pretty so much ive accepted its possibility

kawaliens:

ill take what i can get, iwchan

-

    “Hey, do you want to eat lunch together?” Oikawa smiled at Iwaizumi, hoping he’d say yes. If he says no, take the rejection gracefully. He cannot know you’re disappointed. 

    “Okay,” Iwaizumi replied.

    “Great!” HAHAHAHA YES, VICTORY. “Let’s go sit over-”

    Matsukawa slapped Oikawa’s back. “Kawa! Let’s eat lunch.” Makki grinned.

    Oikawa pouted. “Matsukawa, I was going to go eat with-”

    “Oii, Iwaizumi! Eat with us?” Matsukawa smirked.

    “Sure.”

    Matsukawa and Makki grinned in unison, then dragged Oikawa with them while Iwaizumi followed, amused. 

    “Iwaizumi, what middle school are you from, again?” Oikawa questioned.

    “Moriyama Junior.”

    “Ahh! We all went to Kitagawa.” Oikawa gestured to himself and Makki+Matsu.

    “Makes sense,” Iwaizumi nodded, “you all seem close.”

    “Yeah, because Makki and Matsu like to bully me,” Oikawa sang. They gasped, feigning innocence.

    “Whatever do you mean, Oikawa?” Makki faked shock. “We love you! Oh, our so beautiful captain!”

    Matsukawa fake sobbed. “Wow, how dare you, Oikawa, and we love you! We praise you, our amazing captain so supreme! Our king! But you say our love is bullying!” He grabbed onto Makki, who grabbed him back, and they fake sobbed together.

    Oikawa glared at them, tired. He looked at Iwaizumi. “See?”

    Iwaizumi smiled. “Seems nice. Also, they were calling you- captain?”

    “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I was the volleyball captain at Kitagawa.”

    Makki and Matsu promptly pulled apart. “Oikawa was a god.”

    “Yeah, the first years were all scared of him. Because he was so good.”

    “They loved me,” Oikawa boasted.

    The rest of the lunch, Oikawa spoke to Iwaizumi while Makki and Matsu joked around wildly as Oikawa watched. 

    Iwaizumi actually had a fun time.

    “Hey, want to sit with us tomorrow?” Makki piped up.

    “Why not?” Iwaizumi replied. If this was going to be a reoccurring thing, he wasn’t mad. They were entertaining.

    Especially Oikawa, although he really didn’t know why. There really was just something about him…

-

    “First game!” Oikawa sang. He turned around and rested his head on Iwaizumi’s desk. “Are you excited?”

    Iwaizumi sighed and flicked Oikawa’s forehead lightly with his fingers. “Turn around, Oikawa. The teacher is gonna come soon.”

    Oikawa frowned, rubbing his forehead. “It’s only 7:50!”

    Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Still. Do it, dummykawa.”

    “Dummykawa?”

    “Yeah, dummykawa, so turn around unless you want another nickname.”

    Oikawa pouted. “Whatever, Iwachan.”

    Iwaizumi blinked. Why did this feel so familiar? 

    He clicked his pen, and tsk-ed. “Don’t call me that.”

    “Okay, Iwachan! And you never answered my question! So you’re not excited for our first game?”

    “Of course I am,” he responded, “why did you even need to ask? Now turn around.”

    “Just checking,” Oikawa said, brows furrowed cutely. Ugh, don’t make me feel embarrassed for wanting to talk to you, Oikawa thought, turning away. 

    Even though he was the one who told him to turn around, Iwaizumi felt a tinge of disappointment when he did.

-

     Fuck, Oikawa thought, I’m in a tough spot!  Ever so aware of the two points needed to win, he locked eyes with Iwaizumi, and felt a surge of magnetic energy rush through him. His fingers moved instinctually, and before he even knew it they had set a perfect, high arc to Iwaizumi. 

    Iwaizumi leapt up into the air, strong, reliable arm swinging back before ramming the ball down to the other side of the court with a thunderous strike.

    The court was filled with silence. Oikawa and Iwaizumi looked at each other again, breathing heavily, when the audience started to cheer loudly. A smile, a genuine smile, made its way onto Oikawa’s face, and Iwaizumi’s heart sped up. He’d never seen Oikawa smile like this, but compared to the ones he always saw, this one felt so much more true. 

    Makki and Matsu high fived, laughing. They ran over to Oikawa and Iwaizumi and slapped their backs cheerfully. “What was that?” Makki commented.

    “Yeah, you just set it to him without even thinking,” Matsu agreed, “you didn’t even look around for anybody else! You just saw and him set.”

    Oikawa laughed awkwardly. “I don’t know, I just saw him and felt like it would be right.” He punched Makki’s arm lightly. “It worked, though, we did win!”

    “Yeah, you’re just gonna set to Iwaizumi whenever we’re in a tough stop,” Matsu snorted.

    “I’m fine with that,” Iwaizumi said. Their eyes all shifted to him. “I’m serious,” he replied. He looked Oikawa straight on. “If you ever need me, or if you ever don’t know what to do, find me and set.”  He held a fist out. “I’m always here to spike for you.”

    Immediately, the two of them were hit with a fat wave of nostalgia and deja vu. Have I heard something like this before?  they both thought. 

    Oikawa grinned, and bumped his fist. “Thanks.”

    “No problem,” Iwaizumi boyishly grinned, “I am the ace.”

-

kawaliens:

hehe i won my game today!!!!!!!!!!

iwzilla:

Same

Congrats

kawaliens:

you too!!!

but also my spiker is so good

i set to him randomly and he won the game

iwzilla:

Wow

He sounds skilled

kawaliens:

bcs he totally is

what about your setter?

iwzilla:

He set to me a perfect set without even thinking

And I spiked and the last set got won

kawaliens:

:OOOOOOOOOOO

he sounds COOL

i bet im better though 

iwzilla:

Nah doubt it

kawaliens:

>:(((

-

    “Hey, what’d you get?” Oikawa asked, drumming his fingers on Iwaizumi’s desk when the teacher left.

    “99%. What about you?”

    Oikawa tried to hide his grin, and turned away.

    “No no no, hey, you don’t get to do that, dumbass. What’d you get?” He reached his hand forward to grab Oikawa’s test, and Oikawa yelped, hiding his paper protectively. “Shittykawa, give it to me, what did you get?”

    “Noo, noo, noo!” Oikawa squealed, giggling as Iwaizumi’s hand brushed against his neck and collarbone feather lightly.

     Is he ticklish?  Iwaizumi started tickling Oikawa’s collarbone wildly, while Oikawa squealed and squirmed in his seat. Suddenly, Iwaizumi’s hand reached below Oikawa’s collarbone and into his shirt, where his hand started to touch his chest feather lightly. Oikawa gasped sharply, and whipped his head around, expression shocked and somewhat dirty. Iwaizumi sucked in his own quick breath, then realized his hand was down Oikawa’s shirt, but then also realized Oikawa’s test was right there and unguarded (which his mind ruled as more important), so he grabbed the test triumphantly. Oikawa gasped. “You dirty-!” 

    Iwaizumi’s eyes widened. An A+, which somehow got above 100. In fact, he’d gotten 115.

    He flipped the paper around, surprised to see Oikawa had gotten the extra credit even Iwaizumi got wrong correct. “How the hell did you get the extra credit?” he demanded.

    Oikawa scratched his collarbone, exposing it slightly right where Iwaizumi had just been touching it prior, and said, “I don’t know. I guessed.”

    He twitched. “How the fuck do you guess?”

    “I don’t know! I’ve done this before on another test as well! I just remembered the formula for something we learned before and thought it would be kind of the same thing!” 

    Iwaizumi sighed, the back of his mind barely itching and saying he’d heard this before. He shoved the paper into Oikawa’s chest. “Damnit, you’re good at school and volleyball.”

    Oikawa brightened. “You think I’m good at volleyball?”

    Iwaizumi made a weird face. “Do you think I’d let you set to me whenever you needed if you weren’t?

-

    “H-hi,” a tall girl at the doorway of their classroom said meekly, “Oikawa.”

    Oikawa looked up from Iwaizumi’s paper, (which he was doodling on) to say, “Hi, Suzuki!”

    Iwaizumi watched curiously as the girl walked up to Oikawa nervously. “I- I, um, I just wanted to give you this! Please tell me later today!” She bowed and ran away. 

    Oikawa opened the letter she gave him and read it over, wearing a weary, somewhat forced smile. 

    “What’s up?” Iwaizumi asked.

    “A confession,” he smiled, wearied.

    Iwaizumi felt his heart fall a little. “Oh. Are you going to accept?” He knew Oikawa got confessions all the time; he’d seen the letters and goodies first hand, but he’d never seen one happen in real time. 

    “No, I can’t,” he sighed.

    “Why?” Iwaizumi asked, curious.

    “Well, I don’t like her,” he said, looking at the ground, “and I don’t want to lead anybody on.” He looked so, so down.

    “Why do you look so sad?” Iwaizumi questioned.

    Oikawa’s expression was one of shock when he looked up, but only for a split second before he plastered on that fake smile Iwaizumi wished didn’t exist anymore. “Oh, nothing, Iwachan. It just kinda sucks to get confessions all the time and never have them be from the person you want.” He tapped his pencil repeatedly on Iwaizumi’s desk. “And it must hurt for these girls, too. Confessions take guts, and unrequited love sucks.” His fake smile faltered. “I know it first hand.”

    Iwaizumi’s heart was going wild at the new information he had just learned, although he didn’t know if it was good or bad but either way it made him nervous. Oikawa liked somebody? Who? They didn’t love him back? How fucking stupid did they have to do that? No wait, why did he even care in the first place?

    Iwaizumi thought about Kaw, and how Kaw made his heart go wild too. 

    “Yeah,” the words slipped from his mouth easily, “I know how unrequited love sucks too.”

-

kawaliens:

can you like two people at once

iwzilla:

Yes

-

kawaliens:

isnt it morally wrong to love two people at once

iwzilla:

Also yes

kawaliens:

*sigh*

-

    “Eh? It’s his birthday next week?” Oikawa did not know this.

    “Yes, it is, Oikawa,” Makki rolled his eyes, “how did you not know? You talk to him the most out of us three.”

    “What?! Don’t blame me, we never mentioned it! I bet he doesn’t know my birthday, either!”

    “I bet he does.”

    “Bet he doesn’t!”

    “You really wanna bet?”

    “No.”

    Makki rolled his eyes and called Iwaizumi over. Iwaizumi capped his waterbottle and jogged over to the two. “What’s up?” He looked at Oikawa and said, “Did shittykawa do something?”

    “No, but do you know when his birthday is?”

    Iwaizumi’s expression turned blank. “Uhh….”

    “HAHAHAH! SUCKER!” Oikawa yelled, pointing at Makki, who frowned. 

    “Damnit, Iwaizumi! I was depending on you!” He grumbled, walking away. “And he calls you Iwa-chan too, you would THINK you would know when your boyfriend’s birthday is…”

    Oikawa rolled his eyes, seemingly unaffected, but Iwaizumi wished he didn’t look so unbothered. Especially considering it made Iwaizumi feel… weird.

    “Anyways, Iwa-chan, you know what I saw? I saw this new manga in the store, and it was printed with pink panels and ink. And there was even another one printed in blue! But not ballpoint pen blue, it was more like, you know, light sky blue, or something. Clean, fresh blue, and it was the Keppeki danshi! Aoyama-kun manga, and it fit so perfectly because the story radiates cleanliness and this color, so I want it. Anyways, what about you, anything you’ve been wanting recently?”

    Iwaizumi blinked. Oikawa waited for his response, on the inside patting himself on the back. Wow, Oikawa. That was masterful. Go me, I’m beautiful, I’m amazing, and I have skill. I can literally just pass this off as a friend caring for a friend. And I ask him lots of questions. So this isn’t even out of place. Nice. 

    “Um, I don’t know.” Damnit, Iwa. “Maybe a watch or something? Watches are nice. Helps keep you manage time, and time is the most important thing in the world, you know? Some people would kill for more time.” Realizing he’d been going on a sort of rant, he stopped in his tracks and laughed awkwardly. “I guess I need a watch.”

    “That was… kind of deep, Iwa-chan.”

    He looked away, embarrassed. 

    “Do you have, like, specific types of watches in mind? Or something?”

    Iwaizumi thought for a second, then said, “Nah, I don’t think so. I think the only thing I need from it is that it doesn’t keep me from being late.”

    Oikawa nodded. So a watch, huh?  He thought of seeing Iwaizumi wearing a shirt with rolled up sleeves (goddamn, I think we can all admit rolled up sleeves on men is just- insanely attractive) wearing a nice watch he bought and felt his heart skip a beat. 

    Ohhh, yeah, man. He liked the idea of that.

    His mind suddenly thought of Iw, wearing a nice watch he’d bought him as well. He didn’t know what Iw looked like, but he could imagine a pretty man’s lower half wearing a nice suit and a shining watch from Oikawa. 

    Oh god, was this cheating? He was emotionally cheating, even though he wasn’t actually cheating because he wasn’t with either of them (but it still felt like he was a cheater).

     Stupid Oikawa, stop cheating on your crushes. 

-

    “Iwa-chan!” 

    “Huh?” Iwaizumi looked over his shoulder from the vending machine. 

    Oikawa grabbed Iwaizumi’s hand, seeming eager today. “Follow me!” He pulled him away from the machine as Iwaizumi watched the back of his head with curiosity. 

    “Hey, wait, why’d we pass our table?” Iwaizumi asked as they sped past where they normally ate lunch.

    “Shhh!” Oikawa replied. Okay, Iwaizumi thought.

    Oikawa pulled him inside one of the school building’s and dragged him up the stairs, sending him a few glances every once in a while to make sure he was okay. Iwaizumi’s eyes were always wide.

    Oikawa suddenly turned around and abruptly grabbed Iwaizumi’s arm with both hands, pulling him forward onto the school roof. 

    “Wh-”

    “SURPRISE!” Makki and Matsu blew noisemakers noisily, and Oikawa turned and threw confetti into his face. Iwaizumi blinked in confusion. 

    “What’s happening?” he asked. 

    “Don’t you think you’d be able to tell?” Matsu snorted.

    “It’s a surprise birthday party! Well, there’s only four of us, so is that really a party?” Oikawa mused.

    “For me?” Iwaizumi asked, disbelieving.

    “For you,” Oikawa confirmed. 

    “Cake!” Makki grinned, pointing down to a cake he held that, sure enough, said ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWAIZUMI!’ with candles and sprinkles on it. There was a smiley face on it with its tongue out. Iwaizumi bet Oikawa drew that on. 

    “Go, go, blow the candles out! Make a wish!” Oikawa gently pushed him forward. 

    Iwaizumi, still in disbelief, took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. Oikawa wondered what his wish was. After a few seconds, he breathed in a hefty breath, then blew out the candles gently. 

    “What’d you wish for?” Oikawa asked curiously.

    “If I told you, it wouldn’t come true,” he replied, eyes mischievous and smile boyish.

    Oikawa’s heart giggled like a girl.

    “Here’s a knife.” Matsu held up a sharp ass knife, and Iwaizumi backed away immediately. “To cut the cake, dumbass.” He held it out, and Iwaizumi took it.

    “You know, you could get in trouble for bringing a literal knife to school,” Iwaizumi muttered as he handed out cut slices of cake to them all. 

    Matsu shrugged. “You’re using it, you would too.”

    After eating the cake while talking and making jokes, Makki said, “Want to open your gifts, Iwaizumi?”

    His eyes bugged out of his head. “Gifts? Did you guys really-”

    “Ah, ah, ah, let’s not spoil!” Matsu tsked. “Here’s mine.” He handed Iwaizumi a small brown bag. 

    He opened it expecting something like deodorant, but was instead met with some nice cologne. That’s not that far off, to be honest, he thought. “This looks like it wasn’t that cheap. Thanks, Matsu, you didn’t have to!” He gave him a chaste but firm hug, and then leaned back to smell the cologne. “Smells nice.”

    Matsu grinned. “Yup. I have a supreme nose,” he boasted.

    “Mine next,” Makki interjected. He handed Iwaizumi a small box. 

    He opened it and gasped when he pulled it out. “Is this a pocket knife?” he asked excitedly, opening it and checking out all the features excitedly.

    “Yup! You seem like you would be the outdoorsy type, so you get this. May you have fun in all your camping times.”

    Iwaizumi gave Makki a hug as well, patting him on the back. “Thanks, man!”

    “My turn, Iwachan!” He presented Iwaizumi with another small box as well. 

    He opened it and took it out, gazed at it for a while, then realized he was supposed to react. “How’d you remember?” The gift was a sleek, handsome navy blue watch with rose gold embellishments and details on the clock. In Oikawa’s opinion, it fit Iwaizumi very well. 

    Oikawa chuckled. “We only spoke about it on Monday.”

    He gazed at it a little while longer, then looked up at Oikawa and, after a bit of hesitation, asked, “Can you help me put it on?” Oikawa didn’t know if he was blushing, but by the way Makki smirked at him, he thought he was blushing.

    “Sure,” he murmured. He took the watch delicately, and proceeded to put it on Iwaizumi’s wrist carefully, his fingers brushing his wrist ever so lightly. He stepped back to inspect his work when he was done; his final opinion? He looked as good as he thought he would. (Maybe even better.)

    “Thanks,” Iwaizumi smiled. He raised his arms up, but hesitated for a second before going in and squeezing Oikawa tightly. Oh, man, if Oikawa could stay like this forever… 

    Too bad it couldn’t, because Iwaizumi let go. (Although he did hug Oikawa much longer than he did Makki and Matsun.)

    “Are you guys gonna eat the last slice?” Makki piped up.

    Oikawa looked at the cake, which was now nearly finished. “How did you eat that much when we were talking?”

    Matsu shrugged. “I’m a growing boy, I have an appetite.”

-

kawaliens:

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY

UR 15TH!! WHOAAA

YAYAYYAYAYAYY

iwzilla:

Thanks, kaw

kawaliens:

how was ur bday??

howd u spend it???

what did u do???

iwzilla:

My friends held a surprise bday party for me

kawaliens:

WHOOAAAA

SAME

I MEAN I HELD A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY

I DIDNT HAVE A SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

THATD BE WEIRD BC ITS NOT MY BIRTHDAY

DID YOU HAVE A FUN TIME???

iwzilla:

Yeah they even got me gifts

They were really nice I still can’t believe they did that

kawaliens:

you have good friends, iw

anyways, we have to meet soon bc i STILL have not touched ur damn volleyball from ur 13th bday

attached image

see?

iwzilla:

Wow youreally havent touched it after all

Thats wild

kawaliens:

ofc i wouldnt dummy its yours

-

    “Iwa-chan!” Oikawa grabbed Iwaizumi’s hand, who recoiled, but Oikawa’s grip was strong and tough. “Are you excited for the Interhigh?” 

    Iwaizumi glared at Oikawa, still trying to wring his hand free from Oikawa’s grip, which stayed stubborn as ever (just like him). Oikawa smiled at him, unaffected from what was going on with their arm war. “I don’t know,” Iwaizumi said. “Just let go.” He pulled his arm back, but damnit, was Oikawa a stubborn bitch sometimes.

    “Iwa, you’re not excited for the Interhigh?” Oikawa frowned. He looked cute when doing it. “But why not?”

    “I don’t know, but DAMNIT, Oikawa, let go-!”

    Oikawa frowned even further and tightened his grip. “You’re still going to try really hard in the Interhigh, right? Even if you’re not excited?”

    Iwaizumi sighed. “Yes, Oikawa, I will.” He gestured towards Oikawa’s grasp on his arm. “Now please? Let go?”

    Oikawa glared at him for a while, which unsettled Iwaizumi greatly, then finally huffed and spun around in his chair while letting go.

     Did I do something wrong? Why is he scary when he’s mad? Well, he wasn’t even mad. He just glared. Not even a total full on death glare. God, he gets annoyed a lot, but I’ve never seen him actually mad. He did say he wasn’t even sure himself what he was capable of when he was angry. Which was kinda cringey and he also spoke about how he once fought a kid in elementary who moved when he was pissed and said and did some badass shit. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past him, though, because who knows what Oikawa’s capable of? Wait, why do I even care so much? Goddamn weirdo.

-

kawaliens:

UGHGHGHHFS

i cant believe it iw

we NEARLY won the interhigh

NEAAAAAAARLY

NEAAAAAAAAAAAAARLYYYY

im so infuriated

*sobbing*

*screaming*

*punches wall*

*CRIES*

*throws desk*

*breaks wall*

*screaming*

iwzilla:

Dramatic

But same

My team nearly won as well

kawaliens:

two sad pokes who nearly won the interhigh :’)))

crying

CRYING

CRYIIIIIIIIIIING

dramatic who? not me because my ‘dramatics’ are VALID

*sobbing* TWO POINTS IT WAS TWO POINTS

GONNA JUMP OFF A CLIFF AND DIE

iwzilla:

I’m sighing

-

    “Happy birthday!” was something he heard all day. Gifts upon gifts were stuffed into his locker, and he had so much he even had to store some in his backpack. 

    But he did not expect to get a surprise party thrown for him as well.

    Ahhh, who is he kidding? It’s Oikawa, he considered it.

     None of them have asked me if I wanted anything, though, he thought as he cut into the cake. Maybe they didn’t buy me gifts. I’m fine with that, I already have a lot.  

    “Make a wish,” Iwaizumi said.

    He closed his eyes. I wish to make it to the top of the world. And for me to stop emotionally cheating on my crushes. But also for them to love me so it’s mutual. He blew the candles out, and Matsu clapped. 

    After they ate the cake (it was chocolate), Makki said, to somewhat Oikawa’s surprise, “We have gifts!” He shoved a very blatantly wrapped present into Oikawa’s hands. “Open! Open!’

    And so he did. “Makki, a Mikasa volleyball? These are the pricey ones!”

    “Yup,” he grinned. “I’m no cheapskate.” He leaned in and said, “Get me something cool for my birthday, too.”

    Oikawa laughed and gave Makki a hug. “Thanks lots, Makki.”

    Matsu shoved a box into Oikawa’s chest. “Go, go, open it up!”

    Oikawa opened it quickly, seeing as how Matsu was boring a hole into his sole with his eyes, and let out a small gasp when he saw what it was. “Awhh, Matsu! The shoes I wanted!” He hugged Matsu tightly, squealing. 

    Oikawa could hear the smirk in Matsu’s voice as he spoke. “I knew  you’ve been wanting these. Am I the best gift giver or what?”

    “You are such a great gift giver,” Oikawa affirmed. These volleyball shoes had soo many perks. And they also looked great. What a steal.

    “Here,” Iwaizumi held out a neatly wrapped present. “For you.”

    Curious on what Iwaizumi got him, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw underneath the wrapping paper. He let out a laugh. “How did you remember this?” He held up the very manga he spoke about more than a month when trying to find out what Iwaizumi wanted for his birthday. “I didn’t even tell you what store these manga were from!”

    Iwaizumi shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “I did some sleuthing.”

    Oikawa hugged Iwaizumi, restraining the affection he wanted to slather onto him. “You’re thoughtful,” he said into his ear. Iwaizumi’s cheeks warmed. Why did this feel weirdly domestic?

    “Alright, well, my birthday is next,” Makki announced, “and you guys have till January to plan. So I expect some good gifts.”

    Oikawa broke apart from the hug. “Yes, yes, Makki.”

    “Surprise party?” Matsu suggested. 

    Makki punched his arm. “Damnit, Matsu, it won’t be a surprise if you tell me now!”  

-

iwzilla:

Happy birthday, Kaw

Did you have a good birthday?

kawaliens:

YUP

my friends threw me a birthday party and id be lying if i said i didnt kind of expect it

but they also got me gifts which i didnt expect as much because none of them asked me if i wanted anything recently nor did i tell them anything either

but they actually got me rlly good gifts so im happy hehhehe

iwzilla:

Tell your friends good job

You can pretend I got you something really cool and awesome

kawaliens:

wow iw thank you so much for this beautiful amazing gift

yes its so beautiful, so amazing

i absolutely love it its literally so perfect just so perfect absolutely beautiful so stupendous

iwzilla:

I could do without the sarcasm

kawaliens:

hehehe 

-

    “Second year, Iwachan,” Oikawa slung his arms over Iwaizumi. “We’re seeecond yeaaars.” He leaned down to his ear and whispered, “Are you excited?”

    Iwaizumi jolted. Oikawa still stayed on him. “Fuck,” he said quietly. That was so ear tickling and felt like it would be… erotic??? Jesus Christ. He did not want to have to deal with this today. 

    “Iwachann. Answerrrr.”

    He sighed. “Yes, sure I’m excited.” Oikawa clapped his hands in front of his face. 

    “We’re in the same class again,” he chirped. “Let’s sit together!”

    “Why would I do that? You’re annoying.”

    “And you’re a jerk, but I still sit with you. I could be sitting with any one of the fun girls who want to sit with me, but I choose to sit with you.” He poked Iwaizumi’s check for emphasis. “You should be honored. Be proud.”

    Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. 

-

    “Iwachaaaan,” Oikawa turned around in his chair, “do you want to go to the vending machine with me?”

    “No,” he responded. 

    Oikawa frowned. “You’re so mean. Even if I pay?”

    “Well, if you pay, then I’m gonna go.” 

    Oikawa stood up abruptly and grabbed Iwaizumi’s wrist before dragging him out. 

    “Why are you so eager for me to go to the vending machines with you?” Iwaizumi questioned.

    “Shut up.”

    “Okay.”

    When they reached the vending machine, Oikawa immediately punched in the keycode for a milk bread with matcha cream. He tapped his foot impatiently as the machine pushed his bread out, and grabbed it with a fast speed when it dropped. 

    “What are you so excited for?” Iwaizumi observed. 

    “It’s the best thing in the world,” Oikawa replied. “Now go, choose your thing. Here’s the money. Don’t choose something too expensive.”

    Iwaizumi sighed and scanned the machine. He chose a hamburger. 

    “Okay, so why did you want me to go with you so bad, though?” he asked, pulling the burger out.

    “Do I need a reason?” Oikawa nonchalantly replied. 

     Is this him saying ‘I just wanted to see you’?  Iwaizumi thought. 

    Oikawa, who was leaning on the vending machine, stood straight up and away from the machine before walking away. Iwaizumi watched him as he left. He walked like a model; his hips swayed with an air of confidence. 

     I wonder if this is how Kaw would walk. 

    Oikawa looked over his shoulder expectantly. “Hurry up, why aren’t you following?” 

    Iwaizumi blinked, thoughts of Kaw and Oikawa’s similarities dissipating as he followed.

-

    “Your jump serve is really scary, Oikawa,” Makki said, wiping his forehead with a towel. 

    “Yeah, it’s frightening,” Matsukawa joined. “Scary good, Oikawa. Scary good.”

    Oikawa downed his water. “You think so?” He took another gulp. Makki and Matsukawa nodded in unison. “Thanks. But I could do better. You’ve been doing real good though, Makki. Your parallel is improving nicely.” Makki lit up noticeably with the compliments. “And you, Matsu, your receives seem much greater than they were last week. You look like you’ve eased into them.” Matsu broke a grin. Oikawa nudged Iwaizumi’s leg with his foot. “And Iwaizumi. Your straights are real thundering. Good job.” Iwaizumi felt himself fill with satisfaction at the praise. “Cut above the rest, aren’t you all?” He smiled. “I believe in you.” He patted Iwaizumi’s shoulders firmly as he ran off to go talk to a first year, who jolted in fear when he showed up. Oikawa laughed and began to show the first year how to stretch properly, easing the first year into comfort immediately. The three of Oikawa’s friends continued to watch.

    “You know, as much as we pull shit on him sometimes, he really is the best captain,” Matsukawa said, breaking the silence.

    “Agreed,” Makki voiced. 

    “He’s not our captain, though,” Iwaizumi said, voice lilting with a questioning tone. 

    Matsukawa looked at him, eyes adamant. Iwaizumi felt himself grow a little nervous, so he looked to Oikawa and the first year, who were still stretching on the floor. The first year wore a comfortable, happy smile, and he looked excited to talk to Oikawa. His mouth was moving with zest while Oikawa listened, nodding to show he was listening constantly. Wow. And would you believe, this first year was the same boy who was afraid of Oikawa just a few bare minutes ago? Iwaizumi’s eyes accidentally flitted to Matsu’s, which remained fixated on him with the same unyielding trust, and this time, it felt like he couldn’t look away. When he opened his mouth, his voice was free from even an inch of doubt. “He might not be your captain yet, but you know damn well he will be.”

-

    Iwaizumi stood, clearly annoyed as Oikawa’s fangirls (his club grew by the month) giggled and clamored around him in excitement.

    “You’re so cute, Oikawa-san!”

    “Oikawa-chan, I love you!”

    “Please take a photo with me, Oikawa-san!”

    “E-eh, uhm, Oikawa, please accept my letter!”

    And Oikawa dealt with them all like a goddamned pro. Fitting. 

    “Hurry up, shittykawa, we have practice to go to,” he griped.

    Oikawa apologized to his fangirls with an “I have to go!” and waved goodbye to them with a plastered smile. So ingenuine, Iwaizumi thought.

    As Oikawa started to chatter his ear off about his latest new interest, Iwaizumi’s mind drifted off and tuned him out as it started to self reflect in confusion again. Why did I feel so nasty seeing Oikawa with other girls? Am I just jealous that he’s got that many girls in the first place. That sounds right. But what if I’m jealous of him in a reverse way? No, that’s not right. Yeah, it is, Iwaizumi, you denying asshat. It’s the same feeling I get when Kaw tells me about the confessions he gets. Damnit, I’m such a piece of shit. 

-

kawaliens:

lol i saw this cute ass stuffed animal today

iwzilla:

Did you get it

kawaliens:

LMAOOO

no

im trying to not clutter my room up HEHE

bcs srsly dude… i want a clean room without excess shit

like i want a room where everything in here is something i need or rlly like 

but my MOM man

she makes me keep some of this shit when im like ‘can i throw it out?’ and shes like NOOOOOOOOOO THIS COST MOOOONEEEYYYYYY

like ??? damnit i just want to throw all this shit out and start clean

iwzilla:

What about the gifts from your fans?

kawaliens:

? i keep the gifts from the fans LOL

well it depends if its something erotic af (no joke, i have gotten these) like a vibrator (i am a man what do i need this for) i throw it out bc ??>@>R?#@?!?R?F?!?@#?$#?@R>@T>f WHAT why???

but if its like a really nice book ill read it :>

or if its like a pillow ill keep it

like i keep my gifts unless i cant because they were so nice to give it to me

but if they give me the same thing and now i have multiples i do give it to charity or to my mom who gives it to her friends

or if somebody gives me like a poster and somebody gives me another poster but its different style but still now i have like 40 posters then i give some away

yknow like if i have multiples or if theres too much or i REALLY wont ever use this or need it and hate it then i give it away to charity or to my moms friends but otherwise i keep it

cuz i care about my fans lol and i can be mean to you and rlly fucking mean to people who deserve it im not mean enough to be a jerk to random nice people

its mean but selective does this make sense

if its food i eat it though fs

iwzilla:

What if you get poisoned

kawaliens:

...

ill start feeding you first to taste test

iwzilla:

No

Way to throw me under the bus btw kaw

I thought you loved me

kawaliens:

i do!!!

i love u iw 

but i am a slytherin u know…

and i have self preservation on natural instinct <333

put urself first and then others second because you never know if somebody might die or leave and you’re the only one who will remain with you even when you’re alone

no but srsly like if everybody in the world DIES

and you can’t handle not being alone or you have no self preservation…

you’re going to kill your fucking self LMAOOO sucker

couldn’t be me, sorry

or if the world is currently ending like apocalypse or monsters or competition or something idk

and you have shitty self preservation technique while everybody else is out to get you

and you’re just there like lol let’s be friends yeah 😄

and then you die

i mean, u should probably try to find an ally you can trust for sure

but for the most part u should still be WARY af

iwzilla:

True

Can’t trust anybody in the apocalypse

kawaliens:

well actually that’s not true

id trust you

iwzilla:

Really?

...Why?

kawaliens:

i just would, iw i would

you’re strong and reliable

iwzilla:

You’ve never even seen me?

kawaliens:

your personality is strong and reliable dumbass

and also everytime you talk about your volleyball prowess you sound really fucking buff.

iwzilla:

I

Don’t know how to respond

kawaliens:

its a compliment xx

iwzilla:

Lmao

Thanks

Well I’d trust you too

kawaliens:

good you SHOULD xx

actually no what be more wary, iw

but also thanks? but also bro? be more wary

but then again i said id trust u... i should be wary of you too HAH

okay but also why would u trust me

???

iwzilla:

Well for one, you’re pretty smart

Two, you’re a Slytherin which also means I probably shouldn’t trust you because you guys are wily but also all your traits are fucking helpful in an apocalypse situation (like I’d rather have somebody cunning and observant than somebody who leaves me to do everything on my own yknow) 

From what ive heard of your volleyball skills youre also strong lmfao 

Oh and you’re apparently pretty to girls. So you can seduce them for help

If you can’t fight for shit though then what are you doing

kawaliens:

excuse me i CAN fight

i will let you know, i have fought my big sister physically, and hardcore

i threw a cup at her face once LOL i missed but i aimed for her face

also once i kicked her in the uterus (tbf i didnt aim for her uterus i just kicked) and my mom was like OMG SHE MIGHT NOT EVER HAVE KIDS and i was like okay? the fuck? and?

obviously this is not true because mf was fine, she literally gave birth lmfao

like dude i literally have a nephew lol his name is takeru

iwzilla:

Okay so you just fight with the intent to hurt

kawaliens:

yes

iwzilla:

Hardcore

kawaliens:

i mean it works

and rules go out the rule when you’re trying to murder each other, don’t you think

iwzilla:

True

-

iwzilla:

My setter is scary

kawaliens:

?

what’d he do?

iwzilla:

I insulted him and he turned to me and had a death glare on 

His death glares are fucking scary

And then he insulted me back

Yeah I think he was pissed today

I think he was in a bad mood already

kawaliens:

why did you insult him if he was in a bad mood

iwzilla:

Idk

kawaliens:

*sigh*

not smart

anyways i get him smh

id tell him same

-

kawaliens:

sighing

cry

sob

smh

iwzilla:

What happened

kawaliens:

been out of it today

feel so tired

so dead

deathly

death...

death.

dead.

iwzilla:

Funny, my setter’s been seeming out of it as well 

Anyways, you should go get some rest

Go sleep and drink some water

Maybe eat a bit before too

Just recharge

kawaliens:

but i have homework :(((

iwzilla:

Is it due tomorrow?

kawaliens:

maybe

iwzilla:

*Sighing*

How much

kawaliens:

idk a lot 

iwzilla:

I can help you with it?

kawaliens:

do u have homework too though?

iwzilla:

Yes, but not much
Just a little because I did it yesterday 

kawaliens:

ur too nice

iwzilla:

Just send me the homework

kawaliens:

attached image

i crossed out my name LOLs

iwzilla:

I feel like I’ve seen ur writing before

kawaliens:

rlly??????

iwzilla:

Yeah, lol

But I might just be paranoid

Anyways, 

-

    “Oi, Oikawa. Are you feeling better?” 

    Oikawa smiled. “Iwa-chan, are you caring about me?”

    Iwaizumi’s expression formed quickly into his mad scowl. “Shut up, shittykawa, and just answer.”

    “Yeah,” he said. A fond expression took over his face.

    “What do you look so happy for?”

    “Nothing, everybody’s just caring about me recently,” he chirped. 

    “Hah? Just shut up, did you do your homework?”

    “Oww, and yes, I did! I got help!”

    “You?” Iwaizumi snorted, sounding like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard in his entire life. Like he never even imagined it was a possibility in infinite years. “Why? You’re so fuckin shitty; who in the world would ever want to help you ?”

    Oikawa stuck up his nose, really ticked off now. He had  been doing fine, he really had been, but right now, it felt like it was prime time to blow up in annoyance and frustration. “For your information, my best friend!” Iwaizumi felt a shiver run up his spine. “He’s amazing and I bet your ass he’s hot.” He jammed his finger on Iwaizumi’s chest. “Just because YOU don’t think I’m likable doesn’t mean OTHERS don’t. I’m a fucking catch, Iwaizumi. If you can’t see that, ask goddamn anybody around!” He leaned forward and hissed. “You know damn well what they’ll tell you.” He let out a huff through his nose, eyes still pissed as he turned his head haughtily and confidently (and also somewhat arrogantly and angrily) strode away. Iwaizumi watched him until he was just a simple dot confidently swaggering throughout the campus with wide eyes when his phone dinged. 

kawaliens:

omfg i deadass just blew up at someone

honestly

zero regrets

we all have a blowing point

i was feeling fine too

but then this guy insulted me and i got so pissed so quick 

like you know what? fuck you, i will get mad at you because i'm nowhere near the fucking mood

this felt so good

i cant constantly scream out like this bc i dont want to go to the counselor and get this on my permanent record

always having to type my frustrations out to you instead, smh 😔

lol u probably think im super murderous

iwzilla:

Damn

Yeah I imagine blowing up at somebody after holding frustration in other than typing it out would be really therapeutic

Kinda feel bad for that guy though

Also I just got yelled at too

kawaliens:

LOL WHATD YOU GET YELLED AT FOR

iwzilla:

...

You know how my setter was in a bad mood yesterday

kawaliens:

yes

iwzilla:

Okay well I asked him if he was fine today and he was like yes and i was like okay

And then I insulted him

And then he was angry

So

kawaliens:

...

why would u do that so fresh after his wound?????

iwzilla:

... I dont know

kawaliens:

im gonna need u to stop talking to him

bcs ur gonna end up insulting him

or ur gonna need to refrain urself from opening ur mouth if something mean shows up

bc stg hes gonna blow up at you again

or apologize wtf jsfc

iwzilla:

Im an idiot

kawaliens:

yeah, dumbass, you are

-

    Iwaizumi walked into the classroom and sighed. Oikawa was working on something on his desk, probably aware of Iwaizumi’s presence but still angry. Iwaizumi sat down in his desk, hoping Oikawa would turn around to bother him. He didn’t. 

    “Hey, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi prodded gently. Oikawa did not turn around. “Oikawaa.” He lightly tapped his shoulder. He remained ahead. “Oikawa.” He shook him gently by the shoulders. Nothing. “Oikawaaa. Oikawaaaaaa. Oiiiiikaaaawaaaaa. Oikawa. Oikawa. Dum- OIkawa. Oikaaawa. Oikawa. Oikawa. Oikawa.” He leaned close to his ear and said lowly, “Kawa-san.” Oikawa shivered. Well, a reaction, he guessed. “Oikawa-” 

    Oikawa whipped around. “WHAT?” he venomously said, clearly still mad and unwilling to talk to him. Iwaizumi felt his stomach leap into his throat. 

    He swallowed. “Oikawa. I’m sorry.” Oikawa glared at him, and Iwaizumi winced. “I am. I shouldn’t have been so mean. I- I don’t think you’re that unlikable. You’re actually really cool.”

    Oikawa snorted. “I know, and?”

    "I  think you’re cool,” Iwaizumi huffed. “I just try to be mean to you because- I don’t want you to know that. I guess. But I just told you, so now you know. And you’re the best setter I could ever have.” Oikawa was still frowning, but it was a little less now. “I’m an asshole.”

    Oikawa snorted. “Fuck YEAH you are.”

    “Let me continue,” Iwaizumi sighed. “I’m sorry. I really really really am sorry. I think I made it sound like I thought you were the worst person in the world, but I was trying to be mean. I don’t really think you’re THAT shitty.” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, then ran his hands through his hair and groaned. “I get excited to see you every day, dumbass.” He looked up, eyes widened, realizing he insulted Oikawa again. However, Oikawa was biting his cheek, eyes amused. Like he could start laughing at Iwaizumi’s face right now and spit out snarky remarks. Progress?  he thought. “Oikawa.” Oikawa remained silent. “You’re like the highlight of my fucking weeks.”

    Oikawa was still biting his cheek, but he chuckled through his noise, little breaths of air flowing out being heard. “You’re such a goddamn sap, Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi grinned, relieved. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you that much. But you still kind of deserved it. I was already receiving lots of insults from you. And I still have to restrain myself if I don’t want to go to a subpar college because of a mark on my permanent record saying I had anger issues. And also you were walking on thin ice. So maybe you did deserve it. But I insult you too sometimes, so maybe I deserve a blow up too. Sorry, I’ll try to be nicer?”

    Iwaizumi laughed, then sighed. “It’s fine. We insult each other. It’s a two way street, I guess.” He held out a package of milk bread with matcha cream inside it. “Also, I’ve gotten you this.”    

    Oikawa perked up. “Thank you, Iwa-chan!” He pulled out a big carton of banana milk, still cold. “This is for you. I bought it at the convenience store for you before you made me mad.”

    Iwaizumi laughed. He’d have to text Kaw about this later.

-

iwzilla:

I made up with my setter

kawaliens:

good for you

also same

-

    “You’re such an idiot,” Oikawa grumbled. “Did you really never pick up on the fact that Taku seemed very much in love with his best friend?”

    “No? I still don’t-”

    “Who the hell says you think of your best friend differently than all your other friends without being in love with them?”

    “You can just hold them in a higher regard?”

    “Then just say, I like my best friend more than I like anybody else because my best friend is my best friend? Phrasing it that way tells me, I want to fuck my best friend.” Iwaizumi blushed. “Plus, he doesn’t seem in love with Riyaku whatever her name is in any part of the film. Like, he’s only nice to her because he’s just a good guy! It looks like he’s being nice to her because, a, he’s nice, and b, because his best friend likes her so he kinda feels obligated to do so because we all know, he would do ANYTHING for his best friend! After all, Yutaka called him in the beginning of the film to see him after work. AFTER WORK. And you know what Taku did? He ran out of work early just so he could see him. He went to him so quick, even Yutaka was surprised. And what did Yutaka say when Taku asked why he wanted to talk to him? ‘I wanted to see you.’ Iwa-chan.” He poked him in the chest. “If that’s not love, what is?”

    “Really good best friends.”

    “DAMNIT, IWA!” Oikawa groaned. “He did not look happy ONE SECOND near Rikuku! But next to Yutaka, he was so happy. Love, Iwa-chan. Love.” Oikawa sighed, a dreamy smile settling over his face. “Isn’t friends to lovers so cute though, Iwa-chan? Best friends to lovers. It’s one of the best tropes out there, and it’s the trope with the absolute most to lose. Go the angst route, and it’s one of the most heartbreaking tropes you could ever write. Go the romance route, and it’s like, THE most satisfactory trope written.” His smile turned bitter. “Too bad the route is so scary in real life.”

    Iwaizumi felt his heart shift around uncomfortably in his chest. He could ask himself what Oikawa meant by it being so scary in real life. He could ask himself if Oikawa knew this by experience. He could ask himself if Oikawa might, just possibly, actually be in love with him. But that would just be wishful thinking, wouldn’t it? And he knew better than to dwell on wishful thoughts. 

-

    Their birthdays passed, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi continued to celebrate like normal. Well, not so normal for Iwaizumi, that is. Because this time, he went to Oikawa’s house. And safe to say, he was met with a fat load of fucking surprise. 

    “This is my room!” Oikawa chirped. He flopped onto his bed and sighed happily, hugging his cold pillow contentedly.

    Oikawa’s room was nice. It was a pretty big size, he had his own closet with its own sliding door mirrors, and he had a queen bed (he also owned a small pillow with an alien design on it, and iwaizumi was willing to bet it was from his childhood). He had his own desk with a computer on it, and a few stuffed animals lying on his bed with him. It was a somewhat messy room, but not so messy that it was a pigsty. It was just that his bed wasn’t made, and the objects on his desk were in disarray. It was like a somewhat clean mess.

    Down on the floor was a trash can, a few boxes on the sides, and a volleyball. No duh there was a volleyball, this was Oikawa. Iwaizumi picked it up and began to inspect it. “A new volleyball, huh?” he asked. “You get it as a gift from someone?”

    Oikawa snorted. “No, it’s a gift for someone, not a gift I got.”

    “Really?” Iwaizumi said, eyebrow cocked up as he continued to run his finger along the volleyball. “For who?”

    “My bestie,” Oikawa sang out loud.

    Iwaizumi rolled the ball over in his hands and felt himself physically panic. His heart began to pound as loud and hard as a giant’s footsteps, and his hands began to slightly tremor. In the same writing was the same message he recognized from all those years ago. 

to iw! from the godly bestie that is kawaliens •ᴗ• hbd!!!

    He dared to look at Oikawa, who was playing with his stuffed animal’s limbs, not having paid attention to anything Iwaizumi was doing. If he had looked up, he might have seen Iwaizumi shaking with a disbelieving, somewhat horrified but also somewhat relieved expression.

    Iwaizumi’s brain went through a power outage, only to suddenly go into overload. What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK- I’m- he- you- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HE- HE’S- SHIT, WHAT?  Mind still struggling to comprehend fucking ANYTHING going on, he suddenly started to connect the dots. His hands started to tremble so terribly out of control that he dropped the ball to the floor. Oikawa looked up. 

    “Iwa-chan, are you okay?” he said, brows furrowed together in worry. Iwaizumi had stuffed his hands into his pockets, so Oikawa couldn’t see them. 

    “Yeah, I -" he pauses. "I just remembered my mom told me to help me out with cooking today. I think I might be late.”

    “Oh,” he pouted. “Do you have to go?” Iwaizumi’s already breaking barriers heart sped up to the speed of light. 

    He nods, untrusting of his ability to speak. "I, um - happy birthday.” He forced a smile and stepped forward, immediately cursing himself out for doing it. FUCK! WHY DID I DO THAT? NOW I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING?  Because he hated himself, he opened his arms, and hugged Oikawa. He fucking hugged Oikawa. It was a short hug, and Iwaizumi’s hands were still shaking, but when he pulled back and stuffed his hands in his pockets, it looked like Oikawa didn’t notice.

    No, Oikawa was just staring at him with the disbelieving eyes of a child. 

    “Okay, bye,” he hurriedly said, waving before running out the door. 

    Back in Oikawa’s room, he squealed wildly. “DID HE JUST HUG ME?”

    Meanwhile, Iwaizumi ran himself all the way home, hopped on adrenaline. As he passed the convenience store, he screamed at the top of his lungs, and the cashier inside stepped his head out in concern. Iwaizumi’s legs, strong and reliable and sturdy, carried him all the way home while his mind raced with the same speed, connecting every fucking dot.  

    He slammed his door, breathing heavily. He ran his hands through his hair, still feeling a thrill running through him. “He’s fucking kawalien,” he breathed out. Saying it made it real. “Oikawa is kawaliens!” He let out a crazy laugh and punched his bed. “Goddamnit! How fucking STUPID am I? Kaw, OiKAWa! How the fuck did I not notice our games all coincided on the same day? How did I not notice the FUCKING HOMEWORK? How did I not notice his writing, how our stories were always the fucking same, I-” He grasped at his hair. “FUCK ME!”

    He wasn’t a piece of shit? He- he wasn’t an asshole who was in love with two people at once? No, he was in love with the same person all along. 

    Boy, did he have a whole fucking LOT to say. 

-

iwzilla:

I’m in love with somebody

kawaliens:

what

-

    Now that he knew who Oikawa was, he could bask in his crush’s glory with no shame. He could stare at him and really pick up on his details without feeling like a jerk. And wow, was there a lot to bask in. The way Oikawa’s hair swished when he moved his head, the way Oikawa’s lashes were actually long as hell if you looked at them, the way Oikawa had really pretty eyes-

    Oikawa laughed. “Stop it, Makki!”

    Makki rolled his eyes and gave him another noogie. “Come on, Oikawa. Really? You’re smart, you get girls, you’re good looking AND you’re our captain? You deserve it for being so blessed!”

    “Yeah, give it to him,” Matsu snorted. They high fived. 

    He whined. “It’s not my fault Jesus loves me!”

    “Come on, join in, Iwa! Aren’t you mad your best friend gets so many girls?”

    “Not really,” he said. The girls aren’t the one I’m worried about, he thought amusedly.

    “Aw, come on, he gets all of the girls though,” Matsu complained. “Really? You’re really not jealous?”

    “Nope.” 

    “Ah, you weirdo,” Makki sighed. “Well, I’M still jealous. Damn you, Oikawa.”

    “I SWEAR, IT’S REALLY NOT MY FAULT GOD THINKS I’M BEAUTIFUL-”

-

    “Iwa-chan,” Oikawa crooned, bending down and wrapping his arms intimately around Iwaizumi’s neck. Iwaizumi felt his heart giggle like a little girl surrounded by butterflies. 

    Iwaizumi looked at him through his lashes. “Yes?” 

    Oikawa’s own heart did a flutter. 

    He recovered quickly. “I got you strawberry milk.”

    “You know that’s your favorite,” he murmured.

    “I know, but last time I got you the banana and you didn’t like it much so this time I got you something new,” Oikawa murmured back, looking down in eyes framed by dark, long lower lashes.

    “How many types of milk are there left?” 

    “There’s melon.”

    “Try that one.”

    “I didn’t know you liked melon flavored things.”

    “I don’t know either. Maybe I will.”

    Makki and Matsu stared incredulously. “Are you seeing this right now?”

    “I am, are YOU seeing this right now?”

    “I am, are you believing this right now?”

    “No, are you?”

    “No, but don’t you think this looks really domestic?”

    “Yeah, do you?”

    “Yeah, they look like a couple in love.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Yeah.”

    “...Yeah.”

    “Damnit, Makki.”

-

    Iwaizumi stared at the back of Oikawa’s head. Does he know I’m iwzilla?  He tapped his foot impatiently. He would have to drop some fat ass hints, wouldn’t he?

-

iwzilla:

What’s your favorite type of milk

I think banana’s okay

Strawberry’s good

My setter’s favorite milk is strawberry

Melon’s the best though

kawaliens:

ooh i like strawberry too

strawberry for the win though, heh

-

iwzilla:

What’s your wing spiker look like?

Like a description

kawaliens:

tall but not as tall as me

he’s 5’10 nearly 5’11

tan skin (sexy king)

spiky black hair 

dark brown eyes

thick eyebrows

oh and buff as hell

he got fucking muscles

his arms

are so delectable

so delicious

so gorgeous 

i would eat that shit up goddamn

he looks like he could bench press me

(shit he probably could)

    Iwaizumi choked back a laugh as his face flamed deep, dark red. God, it was ridiculous to hear Oikawa thirst over him to him. 

iwzilla:

He sounds hot

Anyways I’m in love with my setter

kawaliens:

what the fuck

    Iwaizumi bust out laughing.

iwzilla:

Yeah man

Have you fucking seen him

kawaliens:

no

iwzilla:

Yes

He’s beautiful

As fucking hell

He’s tall as hell 

Talle rthan me 

Like 6 ft. Goddamn

And he’s got dark brown hair that sweeps out and is pretty and moves when he does too

And he’s got nice almond eyes with lashes that are straight on their own but you look up close and they’re long as fuck and his lower lashes actually sweep down and they’re long and his right eye’s lower lashes frame his eyes more noticeably than his left

His jaw’s square and his lips are beautiful

And he’s pretty as hell

Girls love him too

kawaliens:

damn are you a stalker

that shit about his lower lashes???????

context???? why do you know this????

iwzilla:

He sits in front of me and turns back to stare at me and annoy me all the time I’ve gotten used ot inspecting his face

With the amount he can talk the amount of time I’ve spent staring at his face while tuning him out has gotten larger accordingly 

kawaliens:

damn

well hope it works out well 

im also in love

with two people

isnt that fucking wack

one of them is my spiker

can you fucking believe that?

its wild

two people wow

im a piece of shit arent i

    Iwaizumi fucking groaned. How goddamn dense was he?

-

    “It’s not overworking myself!” Oikawa yelled. “It’s not- I’m not- Fuck off!” He groaned and turned away. Iwaizumi grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him back.

    “Oikawa. Speak to me. Fucking talk. Why are you doing this?”  He waved a hand towards him. “You think doing this is going to help us win? You can overwork yourself for hours on end, but if you get injured, you’re no use to us anyways. What do you not realize about that?”

    Oikawa grit his jaw, obviously restraining himself. Just like he’d heard about over text. “Do you really think I can beat that freak ass duo?” he whispered lowly. “Because if you do, you’re a fool.”  He turned to storm off, and once again, Iwaizumi grabbed him by the hand to turn him back. 

    This time, Iwaizumi grabbed his arms to prevent him from marching off. “Oikawa.” He stepped forward. “Do you really think you’re not good enough?” One more step. “I thought you’d know your own worth by now.” Another step. “Didn’t you say you were blessed by God?” One more step. So close they could kiss. “You think you’re not good enough?” He whispered in his ear. “You're my setter. Don’t insult me.”

    Oikawa’s gaze never broke away from the floor. Iwaizumi let go of him and waved his hand around. "I know you. You’re Oikawa. You’ll stand up, even if your bones are broken and you’re crying, just so you can try sprinting. You want to wallow so bad? Go ahead. Feel like Kageyama and Hinata are the best duo in the world. But when you do, know that you’re insulting us, and know that I’m here to tell you shit whether you like it or not, because I’m here to give it to you straight. And no matter fucking what, I’m here for you.” Iwaizumi, already by the doorway, looked behind his shoulder, eyes aimed towards the ground. He hoped Oikawa would recognize his next words. “I hope you know that no matter what, I’m always one number away.” And he stepped a foot out the door, and then another, until he was gone.

    “Your jersey number is fucking 4, dumbass,” Oikawa muttered. “Mine is 1, in what fucking world is that one number away? Fucking-”

iwzilla:

No matter what, I’m always one number away

    Oikawa’s brain clicked. 

-

    Oikawa slammed his locker door, tears running down his face. He’d lost. Even after everything he’d put up, after all his extra efforts, all his extra hours, he had lost. He never even made it to nationals like he said would. Mind racing with thoughts, he felt like throwing up, breaking something, collapsing, and jumping off a bridge, all at the same time. How in the world would he ever go big? He couldn't even defeat the team that he'd have to face if he went pro - for once, Oikawa truly, genuinely felt hopeless.

    He stood there for who knows how long when Makki walked up to him and draped him in a hug. 

    “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

    “What are you sorry for?” Makki smiled. “You’re my captain. We believe in you.”

    “How can you believe in me when we lost?” Oikawa spat.

    Makki sighed, and hugged him tighter. “Because I know you’re going to stand up even straighter and beat everybody you lost to today just because you are a petty bitch.”

    Oikawa nearly laughed. 

    Makki stroked the back of Oikawa’s head. “It wasn’t just because of one person that we lost, you know. It’s not because you didn’t do well enough, or because Iwaizumi didn’t do well enough, it’s because we as a team lost. And we still did well. And we’ll do better.”

    “We won’t even be here to make this team do better,” Oikawa choked.

    Makki soothingly stroked Oikawa’s back. “I know. But the second and first years will. And guess what? They’re going to be playing like you. Because everything they know’s from  you. You might not know it, but they all admire you. They’ve all copied your playing style. They watch how you stretch and how you serve. Even when you’re not here, they’re going to be playing for you. You’re still going to be on the court, even if it’s just through them.”

    Oikawa sniffled and held back a sob and hiccup. “I could’ve done better, Makki,” he grabbed his shirt as the tears flowed even harder.

    Makki shook his head. “No, Oikawa, we could’ve.”

-

    Oikawa was tired after the loss. Every time they’d lost, just barely, there was always the promise of ‘next year!’ Even that was gone now.

    Volleyball was no longer able for him to play, seasons were changing, he was going to college, there was no constant anymore, no constant in his life.

    Except for him. 

    Iwaizumi handed Oikawa a package of milk bread, but instead of green cream, the cream was pink.

    “What’s this?” he opened it up.

    “Strawberry cream,” Iwaizumi pulled out his pencil case. “I know you like it.”

    Oikawa forced a smile. “Thank you, Iwa-chan.” 

    “No problem,” Iwaizumi twirled his pencil in his fingers.

    When Oikawa realized Iwaizumi was his beloved iwzilla, hundreds of emotions, only few describable, flooded through him. Relief, confusion, surprise, relief, happiness, confusion, relief. 

    Yeah. 

    A large burden was lifted off his shoulders when the realization clicked; that is, that he wasn’t emotionally cheating because he’d been in love with the same guy all along.

    Embarrassment, as a matter of fact, also flooded through him because what the fuck the amount of times he has thirsted over Iwaizumi to Iwaizumi. Ashamed. 

    Yet they never brought it up. They were both unsure of if the other knew as well, perhaps. Or perhaps they both knew they knew, and it was just the calm before the storm. 

    Who knew?

-

kawaliens:

let’s meet up

iwzilla:

For real?

kawaliens:

for real.

-

iwzilla:

Nearly here

kawaliens:

same

are you nervous, iw?

iwzilla:

Are you?

kawaliens:

i am

iwzilla:

I’m here

Where are you?

kawaliens:

have i ever told you my name?

iwzilla:

No?

kawaliens:

my name is Oikawa Tooru

but you already knew that

look up, iwa-chan

    Oikawa waved, a mischievous, genuine smile on his face. “Hi, Iwzilla.”

    Iwaizumi started to walk, then began to run as his smile grew. He grabbed Oikawa by the face and slammed his lips onto him, and boy was it everything he wanted and more. The train’s horn blew as it raced by, wind blowing up their clothes and hair. Oikawa’s hands held Iwaizumi’s face tenderly, and Iwaizumi moved one hand to the back of Oikawa’s head to press him even closer, like they could somehow be any less farther apart than they already were. 

    Oikawa’s tongue snaked into Iwaizumi’s mouth, and their tongues tickled each other, leaving them both laughing into the kiss. 

    This kiss was years of wanting and needing and years they missed molded into one sweet, caressing, love filled, passionate kiss. 

    Iwaizumi broke the kiss for air, and they pressed their foreheads together, both wearing smiles that were fucking unbridled and giddy.

    “It’s nice to meet you, Kawaliens,” he smiled. 

    “It’s nice to meet you too, Iwzilla.” Oikawa pulled out a volleyball, wearing a massive shit eating grin. “Happy birthday.”

    The ball fell onto the floor as Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa back into another deep kiss while the trains continued to pass by and passengers continued to load on and off around them, some giving them disapproving looks for such a shameless public display while children watched longer than they should have. 

    It was a happy birthday indeed.