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Iwaizumi, 7 months
Daiki Iwaizumi knew that babies were never going to be easy.
There was always going to be constant crying, diapers, feeding and restless sleep. Daiki knew that he would suffer for the first couples of years of his child’s life, with the little to no sleep he’d get as a parent, and he was fine with that. Both himself and his wife Kaori were ready for it. They both were ready to open their arms to embrace their son Hajime and all of his needs. Daiki and Kaori were both so sure that they could take this on together.
But in times like this that Daiki realised how unprepared he was.
A dribbling Hajime was sitting on his blanket, shaking around a green plane and giggling like a mad man. Daiki was just beside his son typing up his final report for the day, Kaori was busy chopping up vegetables in the kitchen for tonight’s hot pot. He cracked his neck to release the built up tension, Hajime babbled to himself, Kaori’s quiet humming echoed out from the kitchen. Daiki’s periphery began to blur as he zoned in on the words. The soft clicks of his keyboard blended into the mundanity of the Iwaizumi household.
What didn’t fit was the loud crash and delighted cry that came from beside him.
“Daiki is everything alright in there?”
Daiki startled out of his work. He looked down to see broken plane parts surrounding his chair and his son, Hajime took the closet piece into his chubby fist and put it straight into his mouth.
“No Hajime!” He lunged out of his chair and moved Hajime’s fist away from his mouth to reveal a piece of green plastic lodged in between his two sets of front teeth. “Shit” Daiki muttered under his breath, he quickly moved his index finger towards Hajime mouth. He pushed his finger around to the back of the teeth and carefully knocked the plastic onto the floor.
Daiki felt the tension drain from his body. “It’s okay Kaori. Hajime just broke his toy—OW MOTHERFUCKER!” Hajime was looking up inquisitively at Daiki with his finger clamped tightly in between his teeth. “No no no no no, please let go of Dada’s finger Hajime,” he tried to gently tug his finger away but Hajime let out a squeal of delight and chomped down harder. Daiki winced in pain as his son just kept staring at him.
A stifled laugh came from behind Daiki. Turning his head he saw his wife grinning at him with a camera out.
“Oh you poor, poor thing Daiki.” She giggled as her husband stared at her with bulging eyes.
“Are you filming me?” Daiki incredulously cried out, Kaori quickly nodded before double over in laughter at her husband. Hajime snapped his gaze towards Kaori with a smile, he let go of Daiki’s finger and crawl over to his mother.
She picked up Hajime and set him up on her hip like a sack of flour. Laughter still rumbling through her body as she watched Daiki get up from the floor and examine his sore finger.
“Jeez I’m surprised he didn’t draw blood.” He tenderly ran his thumb over two deep indents in his skin, they were only the size of a grain of rice and had soft purple that outlined patches of red.
Kaori walked over to Daiki and pressed a soft kiss on his mouth. “Well I guess we better be careful with him then,” she shook Hajime gently on her hip, “because he’s going to be a biter.”
Iwaizumi, 6 years
“Iwa-chan!”
Iwaizumi was too focused on the stag beetle on the tree in front too notice his best friend, Oikawa, barreling towards him. All of Oikawa’s weight clashed against his own. Hajime felt himself topple onto the grass, landing on his elbow as he cushioned Oikawa’s fall. Their heads crashed together in a heavy thud.
“Ouch Iwa-chan” Oikawa rubbed at the red spot forming on his forehead “your big gorilla head hurts a lot.” Iwaizumi groaned as he tried push his friend off.
“Get off me Stupidkawa,” he rolled his eyes at Oikawa’s offended gasp, “and it’s your fault anyway that we bumped heads. I was this close to catching that beetle, now get off.” Iwaizumi swore that Oikawa purposely put more of his weight on him as he tried to wriggle out from under.
“Ew why would you want to catch those bugs? They’re all creepy and gross.” Iwaizumi directed the meanest glare he could at Oikawa and his stupid scrunched up nose.
“It’s not my fault that your such a wuss.” He shoved Oikawa to the side with a grunt, he manage to sit half way up on the grass before being shoved right back down. Oikawa had that stubborn look in his eye, the same one he gets when he’s forced to go to bed or when he starts arguing about whether or not aliens are real with Iwaizumi.
Oikawa’s grip on his shirt tightened as he shoved back a bit harder.
“You take that back Iwa-chan I am not a wuss.”
And as always, Iwaizumi matched back whatever Oikawa gave him.
“You are too”
A petulant glare form over Oikawa’s features as he lunged at Iwaizumi.
“Are not!”
The two boys began to wrestle around on the ground. Scuffing up grass as limbs were thrown around and tangled with each other in a fight to win. Hajime shoved his hand into the corner of Oikawa’s jaw and flipped him onto the ground with a roar, he drew heavy breaths as he pinned all of his weight on his flailing friend.
Iwaizumi grinned “ha, I win.” But unfortunately Oikawa was not ready to lose. With a war cry, Oikawa poked a finger into the soft flesh below Iwaizumi’s ribs, flinching away in moment of weakness. Oikawa seized that small opportunity to swing around his right arm and whack Iwaizumi. Acting on pure instinct, Iwaizumi shot up his hands in a defensive guard and as soon as he felt contact he hooked both wrists over Oikawa’s lanky arm and bit.
A high pitched shriek instantly cleared Iwaizumi’s vision of red. With widened eyes he let go of Oikawa’s arm and saw tears streaming down his friends’ chubby cheeks as he wiped away snot with his unbitten arm. He always hated when Oikawa cried and he hated it more now that he was the cause. Iwaizumi got off him quickly and went to his side.
“Hey Oikawa are you okay?” He patted his shoulder gently, which sent the brunette into a hysterical sob.
“No I’m not!” Oikawa hiccuped, glaring at his assaulter with leaking eyes. “You bit me Iwa-chan!”
Iwaizumi drew his friend into a tight hug keeping him close. He felt his throat dry up as Oikawa sobbed even harder “I know, I’m sorry.” Iwaizumi pushed back against the tears welling up in his eyes as he pushed his face into his best friend’s hair, “I didn’t mean to hurt you Oikawa I promise.”
The two boys clung to each other until Iwaizumi’s mother got to them with a first aid kit. She brought the two boys inside where she proceeded to carefully patch up Oikawa and chew Iwaizumi out with a lecture to not bite people. After being bandaged up himself, Iwaizumi joined Oikawa in the living room where he was flicking through tv channels. He carefully placed himself a pillow away from Oikawa and glued his gaze to the ground.
He was waiting for Oikawa to be mad, to cry again, to yell at him that he was the worst friend possibile. But Oikawa did none of that, he just sat there flicking through channels and swinging his legs back and forth so they thudded softly against the couch.
“Hey Iwa-chan”
Iwaizumi’s gaze was planted firmly on the ground as gripped the couch in anticipation.
“Stop thinking so hard you’re going to hurt yourself.” Iwaizumi let out a noise of indignation as he snapped his head up. Oikawa was grinning at him with a tilted head, “you think I’m mad at you for biting me huh?” Guilt flooded through Iwaizumi’s system again.
“Yeah” he said meekly not meeting Oikawa’s eye contact “why wouldn’t you be.” He Oikawa tutted and moved closer to Iwaizumi.
“Honestly I didn’t know that you were such a dummy Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi glared and opened his mouth to retort but Oikawa shushed him. “I know you didn’t mean it, you’re just a big brute that just can’t help it” Oikawa laughed as he dodged Iwaizumi’s flick. “So it’s all good now and you don’t have to be so grumpy Iwa-chan”, he gave Iwaizumi a big hug, “I accept you’re apology Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi suppressed a smile and messed up his hair. Oikawa sat up with an outraged gasp.
“Iwa-chan how could you!”
“Stop being so dramatic Stupidkawa”
“I’m telling Auntie you said a bad word”
“Wait don’t!”
Iwaizumi, 17 years
Oikawa had been acting strange all practice.
He and Iwaizumi both arrived changed before anyone else, which isn’t an odd occurrence for the pair it still tipped Hanamaki off. Oikawa spent a little extra time stretching and warming up claiming it on the cold weather. The setter wasn’t as precise and sharp with his sets today, which would’ve been fine during a normal practice but coach was really putting them through it. And to top it all off, Oikawa did not sit down at all when he was taken off the court. Even if he looked dead on his legs Oikawa refused to sit.
During their drink break, Hanamaki gestured to Oikawa as he whispered to Matsukawa “did captain get fucked?” Matsukawa put down his water bottle and took a long hard look at the setter. Picking the bottle up again, he took a swig and solemnly regarded Hanamaki.
“I think he got fucked.”
When practice finally finished the team all filed into the change rooms. Kindachi and Kunimi both collapsed to the first bench they saw, Yabaha quickly peeled off his shirt and tossed it into his bag, Watari was already getting his shower gear ready to go, Kyoutani was leaning face first into his locker door and Matsukawa had a towel over his neck sitting on the bench next to the first years. Hanamaki was ready to hit the showers when Oikawa and Iwaizumi came in, both were held back to discuss improvements and weaknesses within the team. Iwaizumi went straight to the showers whilst Oikawa dragged his feet over to his bag.
Oikawa’s eyes were drooping as he opened up his bag, movements sluggish and posture slightly slumped. He threw off his shirt and what Hanamaki saw made his eyes bulge as he gasped.
“Holy shit dude!”
Dark red marks littered across Oikawa’s chest and a huge purple-red mark resided at his clavicle. Oikawa tensed up as wolf whistles and exclamations of surprise rose up in the change rooms. He awkwardly held the back of his neck, “haha whoops.” Which lead to more uproar.
“What the fuck captain?”
“What do you mean ‘whoops’?!”
“Damn get it Oikawa”
“I hate it here”
“So who’s the guy?” Everyone’s attention was now on Matsukawa as he leaned forward on his bench. “I mean I have one guess as to who but I just wanna see if I’m right.”
Oikawa let out a scoff but Hanamaki could see the blush on his cheeks. ”I don’t kiss and tell Mattsun.”
“That’s bullshit!” Hanamaki cried, “you’re just being dramatic now!”
Oikawa shot him a soured look. ”For your information Makki I can be very private about things like this.”
Hanamaki just stood there with a deadpanned expression. “Literally last month you were telling me all about that date you went on.”
“I have no recollection of that.”
Hanamaki opened his mouth to retort but Iwaizumi came back into the room. He paused slightly at the doorway before staring at Oikawa with a level of doneness only a mother could have. “Really Shittykawa?” He held out his hand and gestured to the room “really?”
Oikawa just gave him a sheepish laugh and grin. “oops sorry Iwa-chan.”
Oh shit. It just clicked for Hanamaki.
And apparently he wasn’t the only one.
”OH MY GOD!”
”Congratulations I guess?”
”I hate it here!”
”I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
The couple were both covered in varying shades of red as the change rooms broke out into pandemonium. Matsukawa was laughing his ass off as Oikawa threw his shirt at him. Iwaizumi had his hand covering his face, looking very much like he didn’t want to exist. Hanamaki grinned, making his way up to Oikawa and giving him a solid pat on the shoulder.
“Congrats cap, I always knew you were a bottom.”
“It’s not my fault he’s into biting so much!” The setter spluttered out, earning him a smack on the head.
“You idiot it’s not like that!” Iwaizumi glared daggers into Oikawa as he gave him a smirk.
“Iwa-chan, I’ve known you since we were two. You’ve had this kink developing for a while.”
“It’s not a kink!” Iwaizumi’s voice cracked as he took a swing him.
Matsukawa finally fell off the bench at that.