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Iwaizumi Hajime was not a person who cried. No matter how angry, frustrated, hurt or annoyed he got he didn’t cry. His boyfriends Oikawa Tooru (childhood best friend turned boyfriend) , Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi knew that it took allot to make him cry. The only time Iwa-chan (as he was affectionately called by his loves) was when he was drunk and he didn’t drink often. Which leads to now, on this Monday night, it was the Miya twin’s birthday. They had invited their mutual friends to a party at a bar owned by queer people for queer people. The twin’s high school volleyball team was there cheering loudly and dancing on the main floor. The MSBY Jackals were loudly drinking and yelling at across the room to each other. Oikawa and Sakusa were on the dance floor. Iwa-chan and Atsumu were nowhere to be found.
There was a small lull in the music to give everyone a chance to grab some water and maybe a quick bite. Hinata Shoyo suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He tugged on Oikawa’s sleeve to get his attention; “Oikawa-kun?” his voice was loud. “I think there is something with Iwaizumi-kun. I saw him crying in that corner booth with Osamu.” Oikawa and Sakusa turned to see what he was pointing too, and froze. Iwaizumi Hajime had tears sliding down his cheeks and staring at the table, the abject grief on his face was painful to look at. The two of them immediately went to go see what the problem was. Atsumu also drunk met them at their table.
Iwaizumi Hajime knew he was drunk. He knew it but at this point he had other issues to worry about, namely the fact that he only had TWO HANDS?? When he knew he had THREE boyfriends?? And what was he supposed to do?? He turned to the person next to him and in tears he whispered, “They deserve all the love in the world you know?? I can’t believe I betrayed them like this, my own body? How could I do this to them? Kawa-chan will kill me and Omi-omi will be sad. And Tsum-tsum will be devastated. How could I do this to them? I’m a terrible boyfriend I don’t deserve them you know?” his voice was shaky and sad. The Atsumu next to him blinked in confusion. “uhhh what?” he didn’t sound his Atsumu but Iwaizumi was too drunk to notice. Carefully he lifted both hands and in tears he whispered, “I only have e-enough hands to h-hold two of their h-hands? ‘Tsumu I have three whole boyfriends and only two hands! One of them won’t be able to hold my hand! So one of them will be left out but I love them all so much? What am I supposed to do?” he burst into loud sobs, body shaking. Atsumu blinked at him in confusion, before glancing up and saying, “I don’t think ‘m qualified for this…oh shit.” Iwa, tears still sliding down his cheeks, looked up in shock as a second Atsumu froze staring at him in horror before sinking into the seat next to him and also bursting into tears. “Iwaaaaa…. No I wanna hold your hand also!” the two of them sobbed holding the other’s hand, heads close together on the table. Osamu looked up helplessly at Oikawa and Sakusa who were staring at their boyfriends, amused and fond.
Osamu could see Aran and Kita filming this and he desperately wanted to be away from this. Oikawa slowly moved in closer and gently placed his hands on Atsumu’s back, “loves?” his voice was gentle and soft, “are my boys ok? Should we go home?” Iwaizumi sat up; he took hold of Oikawa’s wrist from where it rested against Atsumu's back and loudly whispered, “I love you all equally. I know I don’t have enough hands to hold all of yours at the same time but I promise I love you all equally. Kawa gives the best backrubs. Omi-Omi is so good at listening and giving good advice and Tsumu gives the best hugs and comfort. And I-I” he dissolved into tears once more incapable of saying anything more. Sakusa's and Oikawa’s eyes met over their ridiculous boyfriend’s heads. “What if we took turns holding your hand, hmm? Or when we hold hands we all hold each other's hands therefor through osmosis. That way we can all have a chance.” Sakusa’s voice was gentle. “Does that work?” Iwa paused for a minute thinking. Then with a small sad nod he agreed. “Ok, t-those can w-work. but o-osmosis may be a bit difficult for me but It's ok!" he reassured, "I-I can compromise. Just promise you won’t leave me for this? I can try and grow another hand or get a prosthetic one.” Oikawa and Sakusa holding back their laughter, nodded, “We won’t leave for this, ok? We are together and you are stuck with us forever. You can’t ever escape us.” Oikawa’s voice held a note of amusement. “Let’s get you both home for a cuddle and some sleep ok loves?” Atsumu and Iwa both still in tears nodded. Kita ordered them a taxi, still laughing, “I’ll send you the recording tomorrow ok?” Sakusa and Oikawa nodded. The four of them went home several minutes later, two of them in tears, the other two trying and failing to hold in their laughter.
Iwaizumi woke the next morning with the Hangover™ from hell. He was home; there was a familiar weight on his chest. He carefully brought his hand up and stroked Atsumu’s soft dyed blonde hair. His mind was blank on the night before except someone was crying about not having enough hands? He wasn’t too sure. However as his mind started to wake up he realized HE, Iwaizumi Hajime, had been the one crying about not having enough hands. He could feel his face turn red. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, Oikawa and Sakusa stepped into the room laughing at something on Sakusa’s phone. Iwaizumi froze as his own voice came through loudly and tearfully, “I love you all equally. I know I don’t have enough hands to hold all of yours but I promise I love you all equally-” Oikawa immediately turned it off noticing Iwaizumi staring at them a look of horror and embarrassment on his face.
“Good morning love.” Sakusa sounded amused, “Do we need to talk to you about how bodies and hands work?” Iwa stared at them a look of betrayal on his face. He turned his head away from them, “Nope, I’m not letting any of you hold my hand for a week! Only Atsumu can, he understood. He was also drunk and he listened with EMPATHY, you’re both making fun of me.” Oikawa snickered and Sakusa smiled at him. “But we gave you advice on what to do and we tucked you into bed.” Atsumu, having just woken up, let out a small snort before whispering, “I think you have another ‘hand’ you’re forgetting it’s just not technically a han -” Iwa let out a pained moan, “I hate you all. Not even Atsumu can hold my hand anymore. You all turned my pain into a joke. I should just break up with you all. I came here to have a good time and you all hurt me like this?” His three boyfriends, (three WHOLE BOYFRIENDS?? He was the luckiest bastard in the whole world!) laughed and all at once Sakusa snorted, “We all love you too darling. Now do we want breakfast something greasy maybe?” Atsumu nodded from where his head rested against Iwa-chan’s chest. Iwaizumi nodded and in the softest tone he whispered, “I love you all too.” His boyfriends grinned at him. And he felt the blush rise on his cheeks. Yeah Iwaizumi Hajime knew he was the luckiest bastard in the world.