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"Alright, get out of here, loser!" Hanamaki tells Iwaizumi, shoving him playfully. Iwaizumi figures his buddy may be slightly intoxicated, but then again, he generally acts like this.
"Gotta find Mattsun and Oikawa, first," Iwaizumi replies with a grin, running a hand through his hair.
Iwaizumi isn't one for social gatherings, but this party in particular isn't so bad. It's Makki's birthday and his parents are away for the weekend, so there couldn't have been a better time to invite a shitload of teenage boys over for alcohol and some good-natured fun.
Iwaizumi gives the birthday boy a quick fist bump before making his way to whatever's left of the crowd. He spots Matsukawa with ease due to the fact that he's towering above the rest of the group.
"Hey! We should get going," Iwaizumi tells his friend, who responds with a nod of agreement. "Uh," Iwaizumi starts again, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Have you seen Oikawa anywhere?"
"Yeah... about that," Matsukawa looks down at his friend, stifling a laugh before directing his gaze to Hanamaki's kitchen counter. Iwaizumi whips around and, sure as shit, Oikawa's standing on top of it.
Iwaizumi detects a cluster of girls from school standing around the counter, urging Oikawa to drink one more glass. Iwaizumi's had a bit to drink, but he's nowhere near as bad as Oikawa in terms of alcohol intake.
"Yeah!" Oikawa yells out, chugging a red solo cup full of shit Iwaizumi doesn't even want to know the name of. He rolls his eyes as the girls applaud and praise his daring actions. How exactly does Iwaizumi approach this situation?
He walks up to the counter, glaring up at his best friend. "Oi, get off the counter, dumbass! You're going to hurt yourself!"
One of the girls giggles from beside Iwaizumi. "C'mon, Oikawa~! Your boyfriend wants to leave," she slurs, attempting to place a hand on Iwaizumi's shoulder but failing to do so.
Iwaizumi bites his cheek at the comment.
"Oh! Hey, Iwa-chan," Oikawa coins his friend with a grin, eyelids drooping ever so slightly. "Hey," he says suddenly, his eyes shifting from Iwaizumi to the girl beside him. "I don't h-have a boyfriend, Chiyo-kun!"
Iwaizumi clicks his tongue. This guy's hangover is going to suck tomorrow. "Get down," Iwaizumi demands.
"Alright! Okay, Mom!" Oikawa lets out a drunken laugh as his brown eyes catch the light. Iwaizumi shakes his head as Oikawa makes his descent from the counter. He turns around for one second. One second, then bang!
Oikawa's doubled over on the ground.
He lets out an agonizing scream, grabbing his ankle. The girls surrounding him are in hysterics, but Iwaizumi's kneeling next to him in the blink of an eye. Apprehensive thoughts begin to flood his mind. Is it his bad ankle? If his stupid ankle's injured before stupid volleyball, Iwaizumi's going to stupid murder him.
"Are you good?" Iwaizumi asks, fighting the urge to put an arm around him for support. He most definitely doesn't want the girls assuming anything.
"Hahaha!" Oikawa laughs, and loudly, at that. He takes his hands off of his ankle, placing them on his knees. Iwaizumi's ears go red with embarrassment as he stands up. "You looked s- so worried, Iwa," Oikawa continued, chuckling from the ground.
"Get off the floor, idiot!" Iwaizumi shouts at him. "It doesn't know where you've been," he finalizes, gripping Oikawa's outstretched hand to help him up. "Jesus, I've gotta get you home."
"I can drive, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa says, and Iwaizumi has to stop himself from slapping his best friend silly.
"No the Hell you can't! Are you stupid?"
"You don't trust me..." Oikawa pouts, scrunching his face up in indignation. Iwaizumi drags Oikawa along until they reach Matsukawa.
"Mattsun. This guy is to the point of no return," Iwaizumi glances at Matsukawa, who only responds with a huff. "I'm gonna take him to bed when we get to his house."
Matsukawa smirks at Iwaizumi before turning to Oikawa. "Wow," he croons, crouching just slightly so that he's at eye-level with him. "You've got quite the best friend here, don't you?" Oikawa crosses his arms, refusing to meet his middle blocker's gaze.
"He's not bad..."
Iwaizumi raises his eyebrows.
"Can we go now?" Oikawa mumbles, making his way to the door. "I'm tired as hell."
After what feels like the longest drive of Iwaizumi's life, the three of them are finally parked in Oikawa's driveway. "Alright, Oikawa. Let's go," Iwaizumi says, slinging his arm around his friend's shoulder before turning to Matsukawa with a grimace. "I'll be right back."
"Iwa-chan! I- I can walk, I promise~!" Oikawa begs, but he's putting so much of his weight on Iwaizumi that if he decided to step away, the taller boy would collapse.
"Yeah, right." Iwaizumi grumbles.
The two of them successfully make it to Oikawa's room without any of his family members noticing, but since it's late it isn't that much of an accomplishment. "Alright," Iwaizumi declares, taking his arm off of his friend to seat him comfortably atop his mattress. Oikawa lifts his shirt up from over his head, running a hand through tousled hair.
Iwaizumi catches a glimpse of Oikawa's abs before he turns to the other side of the room. "Here. Lay down," Iwaizumi says, and Oikawa follows his lead voluntarily. The shorter boy grips Oikawa's gray-colored comforter between his fingers, placing the top of it snuggly over his chest. Even though Iwaizumi's turned away, he can still feel his friend's inebriated gaze on him.
He wishes he would stop. It's making him flustered and, quite frankly, Iwaizumi doesn't like feeling that way.
Suddenly, the sober boy feels warm fingers in the soft spot between his ear and the beginning of his jawline. It startles him, to say the least, so he turns to Oikawa in question. What the Hell is he doing? A part of Iwaizumi wants to punch him, but something about the thought of sending a fist into Oikawa's face when his touch feels so unthreatening doesn't sit right. Iwaizumi decides to focus on Oikawa instead.
It's the kind of focus he used to have when he'd watch his best friend at seven, serving piss missiles over the net at the outdoor volleyball court. It's akin to the emphasis he'd put on the quality of Oikawa's tosses while they practiced diligently into the night during their junior high days. Right now, Oikawa's receiving the same attention he does when he's pushing high balls out to the pin, Iwaizumi's home plate, after they decide to run a combo play in the middle of a match. It's the kind of focus Iwaizumi knows how to apply, so in that way, it's comfortable.
His whole facade drops when he hears a very faint and almost inaudible, "Hajime." Iwaizumi turns to Oikawa, lowering his eyebrows. At this very moment, though his eyes are clearly glossed over, Oikawa almost looks sober.
Then, his lips are on Iwaizumi's.
It's for a half second, and Iwaizumi isn't sure if he'd call it a kiss at all. He pulls away quickly, a mixture of shock and confusion warming his features red. Heat rises to the tips of his ears once again, but this time it's thanks to the taste of Oikawa and the alcohol he drank, now fresh on his best friend's lips. Lots of alcohol... but also spearmint.
Either way, it was the last thing Iwaizumi expected to happen.
Iwaizumi shakes his head, telling himself that the other boy is wasted and probably won't remember this come morning. That being said... what if he does? What if there was discreet meaning behind it? Could it be possible that Oikawa likes him back? Iwaizumi takes a deep and shaky breath before turning back to his friend.
Oikawa's out cold.
The walk outside is a quick one, ending with Iwaizumi sliding into the passenger seat with similar haste. He stares dead ahead, not even daring to face Matsukawa.
"Did he get to bed okay?" Matsukawa asks, and for some reason his voice frightens Iwaizumi way more than it should.
"Uh, yeah. He's alright."
"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Iwaizumi knows his friend is concerned. He knows it, but how in the world is Iwaizumi supposed to be okay after what went down in that house? He's had this confusing (and very annoying) little crush on Oikawa for years, and he's never once acted on it. Now, all of a sudden, Oikawa decides to completely flip the script and kiss Iwaizumi out of nowhere? None of it makes any sense!
"I'm fine." Iwaizumi mutters, ending the conversation indefinitely.