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In this relationship, there is always something new Hajime learns. On one hand because Oikawa never fails to surprise him after all these years and on the other hand because he doesn't know everything about Ushijima yet.
Not that this is a bad thing, quite contrary actually, as he loves finding out about their little quirks, how Ushijima always frowns when Oikawa rubs his cold feet against his thigh but would never do anything against it because he actually enjoys it when the brunet sighs pleasantly as he feels the warmth spreading trough his body. Or how Ushijima isn't good at making jokes, being too serious about it yet never stopping his attempts since he likes listening to their laughter, even if it's because they can't believe he told them such a bad joke with a straight face.
However the most interesting and lifestyle changing information he learns after a celebration with their university team, when they all are finally 21, is that nether Ushijima nor Oikawa can hold their liquor very well (he's reminded of Oikawa's 18th birthday, sharing secret kisses in the dark of his room, their first, and a bitter taste he vividly remembers after a night Oikawa doesn't).
It's pretty late by now, a Saturday which turns into Sunday when the clock hand moves past twelve, unbeknownst to the people who crowd the place as they lost any sense of place and time, probably even forgot against which team they won; it doesn't matter right now, nothing does, just that they won, that their effort paid off.
Most of the younger members already left, as did their coach who rather caught some sleep after the match than to spend his night with these “talented yet immature players” (Hajime wanted to disagree but then he had thrown something at Oikawa because he said something stupid – he forgot what it was – so he remained silent). The few older one's who left afterwards did so with a grin, as if there was still something left to do; Hajime didn't ask because honestly, thinking about his Seniors getting laid as a reward for winning is something he doesn't want to.
So after the few sober people went home, followed by the drunken ones who were still able to walk without assistance, there are not many people left. That's a good thing, actually, he realises. Ushijima who is always rather affectionate in his own way, leans sleepy leaning against him, their fingers intertwined and Iwaizumi is surprised that he doesn't mind that they are in public though the other are probably too drunk to notice it.
(He doubts that they care though. While they are not really open about their relationship, the team seems to suspect something, but never does anyone say anything and while there has been a week they earned some nasty as well as disgusted glares, they stopped as soon as they had started – Hajime had no idea why, but when Oikawa randomly thanked their captain one day, he never thought about it again.)
Everyone seems to be in good spirits and Iwaizumi can't help but to think back to the times at Seijou, when he and the others went to eat ramen as a reward, how the little restaurant they always visited became sort of a tradition and a place of calm after a loss against Ushijima. Now that they are in Tokyo, he supposes that they should find a new place like that.
He doubts that this bar is suitable for this.
“I guess we should get going”, Hajime muses, when Ushijima seems like he has fallen asleep and Oikawa goes all sentimental and tells their equally wasted middle blocker about his middle school days.
“Have a safe trip”, their captain calls after them, a bit too sober for Hajime's taste and he wonders if he shows up on Monday, teasing the members with their drunken tales and he starts to feel a bit sorry for his boyfriends (also for himself because he is sure that he had been part of their antics at least once).
Hajime sighs.
The way home had never been so exhausting but calling a taxi when they lived so close was a waste of money and saved him any possible embarrassing talks with the driver (also he isn't sure whether they won't empty their stomach any second).
They walk to Hajime's right and left, Oikawa swinging their arms back and forth while humming. Ushijima is silent and Iwaizumi almost drags him because he is rather easily distracted and he is sure that he would have continued his starring contest with the street lamp otherwise.
Iwaizumi isn't sure if he should laugh or cry over this situation (he can think about this later).
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Taking off their shoes at their apartment, he decides that he is going to dump them in Ushijima's room, the one with the biggest bed, before he goes to sleep in his own one, doesn't want to deal with two drunken idiots; two arms wrapped around his waist stop him and honestly, he should have known better.
They don't even give him a second to complain, leave him no room to tell them off.
“Are you not coming with us to bed?”, Oikawa purrs, pushes his whole weight onto him so that his face is buried in Ushijima's shirt; he is glad that the other one' leans against the door frame with his back, otherwise he would fear that they could fall.
“No way, you reek. Get some sleep”, he grumbles, though doesn't make any effort to free himself or actually move, causing Oikawa to laugh.
“Iwa-chan is so cute isn't he?”, Oikawa mumbles, his grip on Iwaizumi tightening to keep him close when he leans back and pulls him along.
“'n pretty”, Ushijima grumbles in agreement, nuzzling his cheek and this is all it takes for him to soften and stay with them (he spoils both of them too often, probably, but they are warm and he loves sleeping between them, so he doesn't really regret it).
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Hajime wakes up around noon, buried under the two, though it doesn’t last long until Oikawa groans and jumps out of the bed, heading towards the bathroom. He sighs, sits up and stretches, gaze shifting to Ushijima who looks half dead if it hadn't been for the slow rise and fall of his chest. His own headache is nothing serious, after all he barely drank and got hit by a volleyball harder once, resulting in more pain than that.
After a few minutes Iwaizumi gets up as well, helps Oikawa whose head rests against the porcelain bow up and leads him back to bed; the brunet doesn't move, just groans, buries his face in the pillow.
“Man Iwa-chan you have no idea how much I love you”, he manages to say, as Hajime throws the blanket around them and makes sure that they can rest a bit.
He doesn't reply, simple brushes through Oikawa's hair, an affectionate gesture accompanied by a smile, doing the same with Ushijima to make sure that he is okay as well before he leaves.
Finishing his morning routine, Hajime enters the kitchen to make some coffee and look for leftovers, but doesn't find any. Instead he make himself some instant noodles, sits down at the table and enjoys the half hour of quiet. He refrains from turning on the radio when he decides on making breakfast for the other two (it's pretty late so he doubts that he can even call it that, but neither should mind it) because this would wake them up for sure; yet it doesn't take long for the first one to crawl out of bed.
“How's your head?”, he asks quietly when Ushijima enters the room, looking worried even though he thinks that he brought this upon himself.
The young man just shakes his head, wincing a bit, the voice low yet still hammering in his head; he is regretting drinking this much, that much is obvious and in comparison to other people who'd vow to never touch any alcohol from this day on, Hajime would believe Ushijima if he'd say that.
“Come here...”, he says, pointing at the chair next to him; Ushijima sits down without another word, groans before a sigh leaves his lips when Hajime who stands behind his chair, massages his temples.
“Eat some miso soup...”, is all Hajime says, but he smiles a bit to himself, watches the eyes of his boyfriend who looks disorientated and exhausted, lit up, just a bit (maybe it won't take him that long to figure him out after all).
A few minutes later, a wordless Oikawa sits down with them, head buried in his hands; Hajime places a bowl of soup in front of him as well. He looks up, nods, doesn't dare to speak as his tongue feels heavy and just grunts. Even though Hajime misses the chatter, he enjoys the quiet, watches with a cup of black coffee how his boyfriends slowly eat.
“The next time we win, we're just going to eat ramen”, Oikawa mumbles after finishing his meal, gulping down a glass of water; Ushijima barely manages a nod.
Neither says anything when Hajime suddenly bursts out laughing.