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"Iwa-chan," Oikawa pokes at Iwaizumi's cheek, watching as the skin dips in with every press. They're under the kotatsu Oikawa insisted they had to bring out, with him now leaning over the table to poke Iwaizumi as Iwaizumi ignores him in favor of reading this week's volleyball magazine. He's exhausted option one, take the magazine, already. Iwaizumi just took it back when he wasn't looking. So, pressing the tips of his toes into Iwaizumi's shin, Oikawa tries again, "Iwa-chan. Iwa-chan, I'm sad."
Not even looking up, Iwaizumi's expression doesn't change one bit, "Why."
"You should look more worried, you know."
Flipping a page, Iwaizumi swats Oikawa's hand away, "Whenever you do this, you aren't sad— you just want something."
That's true— this is Oikawa's default excuse to get Iwaizumi to do something for him. And Iwaizumi can read him like, well, this week's volleyball maganize, "My serves weren't as powerful today, it's so upsetting; you should make me something so I feel better."
"No. Do it yourself."
Oikawa groans, moving out from under the kotatsu over to Iwaizumi's side where he can get into his personal space, "Please? I have no one else to take care of me."
Resting his head on Iwaizumi's shoulder, Oikawa continues pressing himself into Iwaizumi until he budges. Putting his legs on Iwaizumi's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, letting his weight put pressure on Iwaizumi until he acknowledges Oikawa, "You're pathetic," then, "What do you want."
"Mm, how about some hot chocolate? It's cold," Oikawa answers, pressing his face to Iwaizumi's shoulder and mumbling. "You're so warm, Hajime~"
"Do you want hot chocolate or not?"
"Moving, moving."
Victory. Oikawa moves off of Iwaizumi and immediately tosses the damned magazine to the side. No more distractions. Taking Iwaizumi's place and curling up at the kotatsu, he hums contently as Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at him and walks out and over to the kitchen. Oikawa drums his fingers along the edge of the kotatsu, "patiently" waiting. He knows Iwaizumi has the exact way he likes his hot chocolate memorized— two packets of hot cocoa mix because he needs the extra flavor, mix with milk and heat up, add exactly ten marshmallows and, as Iwaizumi likes to describe it, a stupid amount of whipped cream. As per Oikawa's request, served with a kiss. Though, Iwaizumi never delivers that part.
Immediately bored of waiting, he finds Iwaizumi's laptop buried under unfinished homework and looks for a movie. It's more his laptop, really— Iwaizumi never uses it. He's scrolling through in silence when Iwaizumi's phone dings. Inputting Iwaizumi's password— which is Oikawa's birthday, by the way. 200794. His heart melted when he found about it. Inputting Iwaizumi's password shows a warning for snowstorms.
On queue, Iwaizumi comes back will an absolutely wonderful mug of hot cocoa with a very high pile of whipped cream on it, much to Oikawa's delight. He smiles as Iwaizumi places the mug down in front of him, delivering Oikawa his hot chocolate— without a kiss. Iwaizumi takes the spot across from Oikawa, "Iwa-chan, it's supposed to snow later today."
"Is it," Iwaizumi pokes at the mug.
"Yeah, in two hours," Oikawa inhales the delicious scent of hot chocolate. "Thanks, by the way. But where's my kiss."
"Not getting it," Iwaizumi grunts, scowling at Oikawa's pouting.
Then Oikawa smirks, getting an idea. He takes a dollop of whipped cream onto his finger and presses it to Iwaizumi's mouth, "Oops! I'm so clumsy— looks like I'll have to get that off for you."
Iwaizumi immediately licks his lips, clearing away every last bit of whipped cream.
Oikawa deflates, hand going slack, "Hajime, no. I was supposed to kiss you."
Mockingly, "Oops, I'm so clumsy. My bad."
"You owe me whipped cream and a kiss now."
Knowing the extent of Oikawa's stubbornness, Iwaizumi complies and shifts to sit adjacent to him. Oikawa smiles as Iwaizumi's hand goes up to his face to angle it properly, kissing him square on the lips. The lips, because if Iwaizumi doesn't, Oikawa will still complain, "Happy now?"
Iwaizumi's hand falls to the table, and Oikawa curls his own fingers around the mug, seeping in all its warmth, ". . .Where's my whipped cream."
"Currently melting away in your hot chocolate."
As Oikawa sticks out his tongue, Iwaizumi kicks him from under the kotatsu. Oikawa takes in spoonfuls of whipped cream and marshmallow before they dissolve even more— humming contently. He takes a sip, appreciating the extra-chocolately taste and the way it warms him up. Outside, the wind stirs and howls, kicking up with the approaching storm, causing tree branches and other things to knock lightly on the house. It's cold out, but Oikawa feels nothing but warmth, with his warm legs tucked under the kotatsu, pressed again Iwaizumi's even warmer ones. There shouldn't be enough snow overnight to snow them in, but he finds himself silently hoping there is.
Because on cold winter days like these, Oikawa can't imagine spending his time with anyone else.
Not that he would ever want to. Growing up with Iwaizumi and sitting under the kotatsu has been a yearly occurrence, one Oikawa finds himself loving more with every passing year. He watches Iwaizumi, who's looking bored as ever, currently sitting with an arm propped up, head resting in his palm, watching Oikawa's finger tap rhythmically on the mug. He smiles, moving his hand from the mug to reach out for Iwaizumi's hand, pulling out his arm first. Iwaizumi looks up at Oikawa's face, raising a brow in question, still using his other hand to prop up his head.
Oikawa intertwines their fingers and squeezes, smiling at Iwaizumi as he stares into olive-green eyes, "Thank you for making me hot cocoa~, I love you."
"Sure. . . no problem," Iwaizumi closes his eyes, squeezing Oikawa's hand back. "You owe me now. I expect ramen tomorrow."
"You just ruined the totally romantic moment we had going on," gawking in disbelief, Oikawa shakes their hands to get Iwaizumi to open his eyes again. "Look at me."
Of course, Iwaizumi refuses to open his eyes and has to suppress laughter as Oikawa becomes increasingly more distraught, trying to bribe him with items and poking at him.
"Hajime, look, volleyball magazine. I'll give it back."
"You tossed that to the side earlier. You couldn't have gotten it while sitting here."
Oikawa twitches, "Geh," a pause, "Look, it's Godzilla."
"Do you really think I'd fall for—"
Iwaizumi gets cut off by the smashing sound of buildings getting destroyed and that roar he knows all too well. His eyes open to the laptop playing The Return of Godzilla and then immediately realizes his mistake when Oikawa enters his field of vision instantly. Iwaizumi snaps his eyes back shut.
"That's cheating," Oikawa pulls at Iwaizumi's cheeks, and Iwaizumi opens his eyes again to grab Oikawa's wrists and make him stop. Leaning forward until their noses are touching, and Iwaizumi is forced to have Oikawa in his line of sight, Oikawa continues, "I win," his voice goes lower, to a whisper, breathing hot air over Iwaizumi's mouth, "Hey Hajime, you know I love it when you take care of me. It makes me feel special."
Staring cross-eyed at Oikawa, Iwaizumi lets go of Oikawa's wrists and sighs, admitting defeat, "You didn't need taking care of."
"Hmm," Oikawa presses his palms to the table for more stability and pecks Iwaizumi on the lips. "But it's domestic," again, "And I like that," again.
"Right, and—," Iwaizumi gets cut off by Oikawa pecking his lips again. "—and you—," again, "—you make—," again, "Tooru," Oikawa immediately stops, smilingly dumbly at Iwaizumi.
"I like it when you call me Tooru."
Oikawa watches as Iwaizumi sighs, reaching a hand out to touch his hair, immediately leaning into it, "You're needy today."
"Aren't I always~?"
"Extra," Oikawa laughs and takes Iwaizumi's free hand in his, letting the other continue to sit in his hair, combing through messy locks. He plays with Iwaizumi's hand, looping their fingers together and releasing them, tracing circles and other shapes into the back of Iwaizumi's hand and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss. The back of it, Iwaizumi's palm, fingertips, knuckles— "What are you doing?"
He presses the palm of Iwaizumi's hand to his cheek, "I love you."
Without giving Iwazumi a chance to respond, Oikawa is cupping Iwazumi's face and tilting his own head to kiss him. On instinct, Iwaizumi's hands drop down to Oikawa's hips, making Oikawa hum contently and shift out from under the kotatsu to get closer. He plants both his knees on the ground, sitting in Iwaizumi's lap and straddling him. Oikawa's hands go to the back of Iwaizumi's neck, one going up into Iwaizumi's hair and pressing Iwaizumi even closer. He feels Iwaizumi's hands twitch as he runs his tongue across Iwaizumi's lip, grinning as Iwaizumi's grip tightens, gently leading them both down to the ground where Oikawa has Iwaizumi pinned down.
The kiss itself never got any deeper, but they stay like that for a while. Iwaizumi running a hand through Oikawa's hair as he lays on Iwaizumi's chest, seeping in all the warmth.
Their feet are the only thing left under the kotatsu as they get warmed by each other's body heat instead. Oikawa's arms fold together on Iwaizumi's chest, and he pillows his head there, staring up at Iwaizumi, "What else could you ever want in the world, having me as your boyfriend."
Iwaizumi gives him a weird look, "I'm not forgetting that you owe me ramen just because you made out with me."
"Dammit," Iwaizumi laughs, and Oikawa deliberately refuses to look at him. Instead, laying his head back down on Iwaizumi's chest so he doesn't see him, listening to the beating of Iwaizumi's heart, and breathing in the foresty soap he uses. Hearing his laugher echo throughout and rumble deep within his chest makes Oikawa's heart swell.
". . .Can we actually watch The Return of Godzilla though?" Iwaizumi asks once he's finished laughing at Oikawa's pathetic attempt to divert his attention, eyes going wide with excitement as he stares up at the ceiling from their position on the floor. Oikawa can't resist.
"Fine," rolling off to the side, Oikawa sits back up and gasps. "My hot chocolate!" Iwaizumi lets out a single ha when Oikawa takes a sip and his face cringes up. "It's cold, don't laugh. You get everything right, but you suck at heating it to the right temperature."
"You complain when you have to wait for it to cool down."
"I—," Oikawa looks between Iwaizumi and the mug. "Okay, maybe I do. Reheat it for me?" Knowing that Iwaizumi is about to deny, Oikawa interjects again, "Ah, ah, ah. I'll buy you two bowls of ramen if you do."
As Iwaizumi gets sent out to go reheat the hot chocolate, Oikawa retakes his position under the kotatsu, sitting cross-legged and positioning the laptop for both of them to see.
It doesn't take long— Iwaizumi is back in no time with a small smile on his face, taking his place next to Oikawa. Meanwhile, Oikawa immediately goes to grab the hot chocolate back, taking a sip.
"Hot," he sticks his tongue out and fans at it. "Iwfa-chan didmnt evem give me a kisth."
To his surprise and great delight, Iwaizumi does actually lean over and plant a kiss right on his cheek. Oikawa makes a noise of shock and goes to give Iwaizumi another kiss but is pushed back, "Movie."
Considering how Iwaizumi isn't one to initiate affection, Oikawa happily complies because Iwaizumi really did kiss him this time, even if it was just to get him to hurry up and start the movie.
They sit pressed against one another, legs entangled under the kotatsu, Iwaizumi's arm around Oikawa's waist as Oikawa uses Iwaizumi as support by putting nearly all of his upper body weight into him. He presses the mug up to his chest and sighs contently, resting his head on Iwaizumi's shoulder.
Hours pass, Oikawa fell asleep however long ago, now left stirring awake by Iwaizumi's movements, slowly reopening his eyes. The lights are off, and the only thing left illuminating the room was the glow of the laptop. He's lying flat on the floor, left staring up at the ceiling until Iwaizumi is hovering over him, "Awake now?"
Oikawa pushes himself upward and rubs his eyes, yawning, "What time is it?"
"Just past midnight, come on, I'm putting the kotatsu away. Move."
"Jeez, I just woke up," Iwaizumi nudges him along until he finally stands up, stretching his arms all the way over his head and yawning again. The light turns back on, and he watches Iwaizumi clean up and plops himself down on the bed, welcoming the soft mattress over the hard floor he just slept on. But, upon looking out the window, his eyes light up, "Hajime, look, it's snowing."
Iwaizumi stops and looks up, "Oh, yeah, it is."
Oikawa shivers, "It's cold. Hurry up and get in bed so we can cuddle."
"This would go by faster if you helped," Iwaizumi deadpans.
Instead of helping, Oikawa continues sitting there but offers moral support in the form of complimenting the way Iwaizumi's muscles move, which earned him a magazine to the face.
When Iwaizumi is finally done, Oikawa pulls him into bed as soon as he got within reach. Iwaizumi lets him, and Oikawa takes the wall side so he can be the big spoon as he hovers to the side of Iwaizumi's face, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "The snow is beautiful, isn't it?"
Iwaizumi responds with a grunt, clearly wanting to sleep, but Oikawa gently pushes him flat onto his back so he can kiss him. At first, Oikawa thinks Iwaizumi is just going to give him a quick peck before complaining about wanting to sleep and turning away, but once again, Iwaizumi surprises him by actually bringing a hand up to his neck and deepening the kiss. Oikawa is about to ask what got him suddenly so affectionate, but Iwaizumi answers first.
"You taste like hot chocolate," Iwaizumi comments before pulling Oikawa into another kiss.
Maybe he should drink hot chocolate more often.