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To say that Toru was annoyed by Professor Slughorn’s request was an understatement. But now that he was sitting in front of Tobio and try to actually get some information in that dense head of his, Toru wanted to bang him against the wall. Aggressively so.
Tobio was lucky he was so cute (and good at Quidditch)
That didn’t help him with potions homework tough.
Right now, Toru said with him in the library, his robes hung over the chair he was sitting in while he had rolled the white sleeves of his uniform up, ages ago. Tobio sat next to him: His own robes carelessly draped over half the table they weren’t using while Toru was distracted by the horrendous way the younger student had tied his yellow tie.
Did no one teach this boy who to tie a necktie in five years of school?
Tobio had been starring at the same question for the last fifteen minutes and Toru was convinced that elevator music was playing in his skull. (Again, he was lucky that his concentration face was so adorable…)
“Do you have a question, Tobio?”, Toru asked fake-sweet. He had no patience to disguise his annoyance. His patience ran always thin with Tobio-chan. He could never really tell why. Maybe it was for the fact that the younger boy was the more skilled seeker. Maybe he just couldn’t stand him. (That was not true)
“I-” The Hufflepuff drew his eyebrows together. “I don’t even understand what I don’t understand…”
Oikawa let out a dramatic sigh and scatted closer to the dumbass. “Let me see…”, he murmured, not really aware how much of Kageyama’s personal space he had invaded or how red the younger boy’s cheeks had grown with the close contact.
“Here the question reads: “What ingredient is responsible for Amortenia’s pearly sheen?” Toru looked up to Tobio with a questioning look. Only now noticing the closeness of their bodies and the way Tobio was staring at him.
Oh.
Kageyama seemed to awaken out of his fixed stupor to stammer out an answer: “Pearl Dust?”
“Hey!” Tobio gave him a grin. “You aren’t an idiot after all.”
“Very funny…” Tobio’s face was heating up again and aww wasn’t he adorable?
“Okay.”, Toru was finally removing himself from Tobio’s side and slipping into his black robes. “That’s it for tonight. We have Quidditch training in a few. The Professor gave me permission to use the classroom this weekend. So, we can do a brewing trail run, before you have to do it in class next week. Please write your questions down.”
“I will. Thank you, Oikawa.”
“You are welcome. Take care, Tobio.”
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Oikawa being Oikawa he used the time his team had in the pit to whine to Iwa about Tobio’s slow progress and that it meant that they had to spend even more time together until Slughorn was satisfied with his grades.
“What did you expect?”, Hajime had no pity left for him as usual. The Slytherin quidditch team was practicing maneuvering over their heads as they spoke. “Tobio was never exceptionally good at schoolwork. The only thing his brain is usually good for-”
“-is Quidditch I know.”
“It’s just… How many more weekends will I spent away from you and my girlfriend because little Tobio is still too stupid to learn?”
“You do him a disserves.”
“Maybe so, but I can picture a hundred more amusing things to do.”, a devilish smile crossed his face. “Alas I am pretty sure Tobio is into men. Or well, me.”
Iwa-chan rolled his eyes. “You think everyone is into you and your ex-girlfriend broke up with you weeks ago.”
“Shut up.”
“Get on a broom.”
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“Tobio?”
Hinata ducked into the Hufflepuff common room in hopes of seeing his best friend before light-out. A few other Hufflepuff students around their age greeted him and Shoyo waved back happily.
He may be a Gryffindor, but he had always had friends in all four houses, but none of them so important than Tobio. Hinata unlike Kageyama had always been exceptionally good at making friends after all.
Shoyo finally did find his friend up in the fifth-year dormitories. Alone. His cheery greeting died in his throat when he saw the stern look Tobio gave his pillows. Another person might think he was in high concentration, but Shoyo knew what Tobio’s Quidditch-face looked like.
“Are you alright, Tobio?”, Hinata had seated himself onto the yellow sheets. Ready to comfort his friend if he so desired.
“I am stupid.”, Kageyama said quietly into a pillow with a hiddious pale yellow color.
“I mean you know both of our grades.”, the other replied nonchalantly. This wasn’t really news to either of them… There was a reason why they weren’t in Ravenclaw like Yachan and Kenma.
“Merlin, Shoyo that’s not what I mean!”
“Than just tell me like a normal person!”
“IthinkIhaveacrushonOikawa!”
“What?”
“I think I have a crush on Oikawa.”, he buried himself back into the pillow before adding: “And that’s really embarrassing.”
“Okay.”, Hinata tired again. It wasn’t actually that surprising. Hinata knew that Kageyama was gay. And if Toru-san was his type? Sure, why not. “But isn’t he always mean to you?”
“All the time.”, Tobio confirmed.
“But he is smart and pretty and so good at Quidditch.”
“Of course, Quidditch is important.”
Tobio glared.
“Okay, so you have a crush on him, and you seem to hate that. That’s not a big deal. Just don’t tell him and wait for it to go away. Doesn’t he have a Ravenclaw girlfriend?”
“They broke up weeks ago. But that’s not my point. I will see him almost every day until my potions grades improve and we practice some potions tomorrow and he even has the permission to brew Amortentia, to show me the physical makers because I can’t seem to remember thm and I will make a fool out of me.”, he whined.
Hinata decided not to ask why Tobio knew that they had broken up and rather tried to be more comforting.
(Not to mention why in all hell Slughorn would allow a student to brew such a dangerous supstence alone and unsupervised. Or the fact that they were only in fifth grade.)
“You can just lie about the smell of your potion?”
But he wasn’t too convinced himself.
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Tobio made it to the classroom in a hurry, against the current of the other student who were going to use the sunny day for fun on the grounds.
He was late already and dreading the hours he would spend in a gloomy dungeon classroom, being tortured by the proximity to his crush while the rest of his friends were having a friendly quidditch game. (Madame Hooch agreed to supervise them and they had been given permission).
When he turned up, Oikawa was already waiting for him, and he had to fight the urge to turn and run away. While Tobio had just thrown on parts of his school uniform and called it a day (and had eaten what ever snacks he could find in the dorm because he had missed breakfast), Oikawa on the other hand was wearing casual muggle clothes, looking as handsome as ever.
(For a moment he wondered if Slytherins did make fun of house members wearing muggle clothes?)
(Not that Oikawa would tell him)
“You are late, Tobio.”, the older student said unnecessarily. “I don’t want to sit here all day.”
“Sorry. I overslept.”, Kageyama explained weakly.
“Nerve mind then.”, Toru rolled his eyes. “Let’s just start.
Oikawa made Kageyama brew Draught of Peace again (Because that’s something he wanted to do again early in the noon.) When Kageyama barely managed to not kill someone in class weeks ago. The process was tedious, and one mistake could make the anxiety medication toxic.
“Why do I have to do this again?”, Kageyama complained.
When Oikawa didn’t answer immediately Tobio looked up to find him at Slughorn own ingredient cabinet. Tobio couldn’t believe how careless his teacher was. Sure, Oikawa was the most advanced of his 7th year students. But letting him brew such a dangerous potion as well as giving him free range of all sorts of rare and toxic components? It felt wrong.
The older boy looked at him for a brief moment when he moved to his own workstation. “Stir, Tobio.”, he reminded gently.
Kageyama got back to his own caldron, (but not because Oikawa told him too!) and even as he stirred and waited, but his gaze was pulled back to Oikawa a few times. The way his hair stuck to his forehead, the way he rolled up his blue jumper sleeves, or how his tongue peaked out from between his teeth in concentration. Merlin, he was pathetic.
When he was almost done with the draught, he almost spilled the hot concoction over himself because Oikawa was looking over his shoulder into the caldron, so, so close to his face. (If Tobio was a romance novel protagonist he might have turned his head and kissed the other man.)
“Finished?”
“…, yeah.”
“Do you think I will go into a coma if I drink this or are you confident in your work?”
Kageyama watched the swirling liquid and drew his eyebrows together insecurely. Oikawa laughed. “Don’t worry. There are other ways to test this. Hold on.”
While Oikawa stepped back to Slughorn’s private stash Tobio pointedly ignored the prettily swirling smoke coming out of the other caldron. What in hell would he do if the stupid love potion would reveal his best guarded secret?
Oikawa handed him a dropper. “Fill a bit in here and if it turns green the potion should be right.” And a glass tube already filled with a milky liquid. His fingers shock a bit when he dropped some of his Draught into the tube. “Shake it.”
To his relive the whole thing turned indeed green.
(Maybe taking some of his Peace potion now would be a good idea. Maybe he would be relaxed enough not to care anymore?)
“So, you guys have been thru the characteristic of-”
“-Amortentia…”
“Well, I was asked to show you in person because apparently you can’t memorize anything to save your life. So, here you go.”
The older boy offered a mock bow into the direction of the potion and Tobio couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Taking a moment to close her eyes and compose himself and prepare as good as he could, Tobio finally moved to the rim of the cauldron, holding the rim to ground himself. Than he inhaled the dangerous aroma.
It smelled like… Oikawa-san.
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The potion, no, the smell caught him off guard. Amortentia was tricky in that way. Back when he was preparing it, when it wasn’t finished yet, it had smelled like nothing. Obviously like nothing. The nothingness and cleanness that was mind-wobbling when you think about it too much.
Now thought that he had walked back to it, back to his Tobio-chan, it smelled like tasty milk, fresh blueberries and the muddy-grassy sent of the Quidditch pit and- fuck. And Tobio. It smelled way too much like Tobio to be only caused by the younger boy’s proximity.
He was in over his head, wasn’t he?