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The slow music vibrated from the speakers as Aoba Johsai students gathered in groups of friends and crushes and laughed the night away.
Iwaizumi shuffled on his feet and felt his heart beat quicken.
Oikawa lifted his head up from Iwaizumi’s shoulder and slowly pulled his big eyes up to meet Iwaizumi’s, longingly. Iwaizumi could feel the intensely close presence of oikawa’s face in front of his and realised how easy it would be. Right now.
He ducked his head down and pressed a kiss to Oikawa’s lips, his eyes squeezed shut and heart hammering in his chest.
Pulling away, he softly re-opened his eyes and was met with a dazed look on the face of the boy infront of him. Oikawa stared at him. Lips parted and slightly shiny, red on his cheeks and dusting the bridge of his nose.
Iwaizumi crumbled, how was it possible to fall even more in love with this brat? He turned his head to the side, slightly frowning and refusing to look at any part of Oikawa’s face. Blush crept up his own features, reaching his ears. For a moment, he cursed himself for his action, but as fast as the doubt appeared, it was replaced with resolve.
Iwaizumi turned his head to meet Oikawa’s again. Oikawa’s expression had not changed in the slightest, as if he was caught up in his own whirlwind of thoughts and feelings.
“I..”
Iwa cleared his throat. His heart now pounding against his ribcage.
“I’m in love with you, tooru”
Oikawa gazed at Iwaizumi’s face, which was painted with a mixture of determination and embarrassment, before moving his lips.
“Iwa-chan… you… love me?” Oikawa repeated slowly, shakily, words full of importance and emotion.
“Uh-“
“I love you. Hajime. I love you too. I love you so much. I…” Oikawa almost seemed panicked as he spoke, with so much desperation in his voice. Like he’d been holding onto these words, these feelings for too long. Almost like it had been painful.
“I love you more than anything” Oikawa’s voice hitched as he spoke, and water began to pool in his eyes.
Iwaizumi’s heart clenched and the area behind his eyes started to ache. He tenderly angled his head down and began to move his face closer to Oikawa’s. His lips came closer, and closer to Oikawa’s as he nervously licked them in anticipation. Their faces were now excruciatingly close. Eyes half-closed, foreheads touching as their breaths mingled with one another and their heartbeats synchronised. Then Oikawa tilted his head slightly so their noses wouldn’t bump, and closed the small gap between their mouths by pressing his lips into Iwaizumi’s.
The kiss was gentle. Tender. Overloading with too much sensation and emotion. Their mouths opened and closed dreamily, in time with one another. They intertwined their fingers. Neither one of them could truly believe that what was going on was reality. Iwaizumi took Oikawa’s lips into his own, sucking on his bottom lip lightly, deliberately. He then gently nipped it, eliciting a small smile from the other. Oikawa reached his hands up to comb through the hair on the back of Iwaizumi’s head as he deepened the kiss. One hand gripped his locks, the other rested on his neck, as Oikawa softly slid his tongue further into the kiss. Desperate for Iwaizumi. Desperate to feel his lips forever. Iwaizumi whimpered subtly, and Oikawa’s breaths became harsher, as Iwaizumi trailed his arms up oikawa’s sides and wrapped them round his back. Determined to pull him closer, and to feel him against as much of his body as possible.
They remained this way. Everything faded out of their peripheral. No background chatter of their classmates, loud dancing footsteps, or slow hum of music from the speakers. Just them, wrapped up in their kiss, and in each other.
Eventually, they ran out of breath. Iwaizumi smoothly broke the kiss and pulled his face back to look at the beautiful boy before him. Lips red and plump, eyes sparkling. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and noticed the heat remained in their faces.
Then they laughed a little, still watching each other’s eyes.
Their world was interrupted by the sound of Hanamaki’s voice, piercing through the barrier. With their arms still wrapped around one another, Iwaizumi and Oikawa simultaneously rotated their heads to glance in Hanamaki’s direction, where Matsukawa was also lurking beside him.
“Sorry to interrupt you’re confessions of undying love, but do either of you want anything from the refreshments table? It’s about to close.” Hanamaki said cheerily, winking.
Matsukawa snickered, placing a hand on hanamaki’s shoulder.
Iwaizumi’s mind crashed and he frowned, and then proceeded to glare at the floor in embarrassment and annoyance.
“I’ll have some fruit punch please, makki-chan!” Oikawa exclaimed, sticking out his tongue and putting up a peace sign with his fingers.
Iwaizumi would never know how in the world Oikawa remained so calm, and unbothered in EVERY situation. Then his mind flashed back to the image of Oikawa blushing and having no words after Iwaizumi had pecked him on the lips.
Well, almost every situation.
Hanamaki gave Oikawa finger guns, and him and Matsukawa bounded off in the direction of the refreshments.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi turned to each other again, and held each other’s hands at their sides. They smiled fondly at one another, before Oikawa’s innocent beam transformed into a smirk.
“Iwa-chan, I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me so bad! You should’ve done it years ago!”
Iwa kicked him in the shin.
“Actually shut up, Shittykawa”