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Tooru is leaning back on her bed, long hair spread out in damp ringlets over her bedspread. Hanae is sitting with her legs crossed, biology textbook open and laid on top of her knees. Her socked foot is almost nudging Tooru’s temple, and her hand is absently playing with Tooru’s bangs.
They’re going to be an absolute mess later, standing in all directions. She closes her eyes at the sensation of Hanae’s rough fingertips brushing against her hairline.
“Oikawa, you should be studying.”
“I finished studying last night.”
It’s true. She memorized every single one of her color-coded flashcards in a frenzy after her mind started wandering a little bit too much towards how Hanae’s thighs had looked in the thigh-high socks of the fall uniform.
“Bullshit.”
“So vulgar, Iwa-chan !”
Hanae snorts and tugs slightly on Tooru’s bangs. Fine, fine. She wins. Tooru did have math homework to do.
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Hanae runs the brush through Tooru’s hair a last time before she places it down in her lap and gathers Tooru’s thick hair in her hands.
The last thing Tooru sees before she closes her eyes at the sensation of Hanae braiding her hair is Makki and Mattsun, sitting in the row across from them and making kissy faces with their noses all scrunched. Tooru flips them the bird and pokes her tongue out before closing her eyes.
It takes pretty much all her mental strength not to hum in pleasure as Hanae brushes up the stray hairs at the nape of her neck. There’s a comfortable tugging at her scalp as Hanae creates the intricate french braids that contain her mane of curly hair during games.
Tooru’s mom used to do it for her, but Hanae has been doing it since she insisted on learning it when they were twelve.
“This always feels like a waste…” she mutters.
“Hm? What’s that, Iwa-chan ?”
“You’ll be all gross and sweaty by the end of the day, and then you’ll take them out and I have to do them all over again tomorrow.”
Tooru feels her tie off one of the braids and uses the opportunity to tilt her head back and grin at Hanae. “It’s worth it though, to have me playing at peak performance?” she flips the braid playfully, whacking Hanae in the face with it and enjoying the way her scowl deepens. “Plus, you like doing them.”
Hanae smiles, then, softer than Tooru was anticipating. “Yeah,” she says, tugging lightly on the braid. “I do.”
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Tooru wakes in the middle of the night to soft crying, and immediately recognizes the sound.
“Iwa-chan?” she whispers, turning to face her best friend in the darkness of the sleeping quarters. She finds a pile of lightly trembling blankets. “Hanae…” she says, even quieter.
A hand shoots out from the pile of blankets, only to shoo her away. Tooru can’t help but smile quietly to herself at the sight. “It’s fine, Tooru. Go back to sleep.”
Her voice is thick with anger and what Tooru recognizes as guilt. The sound of it chafes at something in Tooru’s heart that is usually very soft.
“Okay,” she says lightly, grasping Hanae’s hand.
“Wh—”
“Goodnight, Iwa-chan.” Tooru lays back down on her pillow and closes her eyes.
The hand in hers trembles for a bit before stilling. It’s yet another couple of minutes before Tooru hears the shuffling of blankets, first Hanae’s and then her own. After that it’s only a couple of seconds before Hanae is crowding in close, her snotty nose in the crook between Tooru’s neck and shoulder. Their hands are still clasped when they fall asleep.
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“Kaa-san …” Tooru says, peeling a potato for tonight's dinner, pork curry.
“Hm?”
“Do you know how to make agedashi tofu?”
Tooru feels her cheeks heating and focuses very intently on peeling the next vegetable in the lineup: a very lumpy carrot. It works to distract herself from her mother’s expression of pure glee, just a little bit.
Just a little though, considering her mother puts down the spoon she’s been using to stir the curry fond and closes the lid for the pot before turning off the head. Tooru can feel the glittering of her eyes.
“I think that I make a passable agedashi tofu, how come?”
Tooru’s cheeks flame.
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at approximately the same time…
“Dad?”
“What’s up, Hana-chan ?” he looks up from his book, using his finger as a bookmark.
Hanae’s face scrunches up just a little bit, but she holds his gaze.
“How hard is it to make milk bread?”
Her dad bursts into raucous laughter.
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On Valentines Day, they meet each other outside the Oikawa residence. Tooru is holding a bento filled with rice and agedashi tofu that is probably well past soggy at this point, and Hanae is holding a loaf of fluffy but slightly burned milk bread.
They lock eyes, then glance down at the parcels in each other’s hands before their eyes meet again and they start giggling like mad women.
They switch right away, but sit under a tree and share during lunch anyway.
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Kissing Hanae feels right. It might be the best feeling Tooru has ever experienced, and that’s saying a lot considering one of the feelings she’s experienced is doing that really clean setter-spike dump during a match against Karasuno.
Hanae’s lips are soft, and her cheeks are soft, and — wouldn’t you know it — her thighs are soft, too, right where they’re squeezed around Tooru’s waist. She smiles into the kiss, dragging her fingers through and tugging lightly at Tooru’s hair.
Tooru lets out an embarrassing little “mmh!”, a sound somewhere between a moan and squeal of surprise. Hanae seems to like that a lot, because she smiles even wider and tugs at Tooru’s hair until she’s leaning her head back. Once Tooru’s chin is tilted up, Hanae kisses her way down it, starting by going along her jawline to just behind her ear.
Tooru shudders when her soft lips press against the sensitive spot right by her earlobe, but she moves on quickly, making her way closer and closer to Tooru’s clavicle, where she starts sucking.
“Iwa-chan!” Tooru hisses. She’s both terrified and aroused, but mostly really, really glad both her volleyball and school uniform cover that particular spot. Hajime bites her before looking up and meeting Tooru’s eyes.
“Ow! Why did you just bite me!?” Tooru says, indignant. “Wasn’t the hickey enough?”
Hanae snorts and Tooru is so, so in love with her. She wonders distantly if that’s a sentiment that’s usually relayed after the first kiss in a relationship.
“I dunno, felt like it.”
Tooru loosens her grip on Hanae’s waist to smack her upside the head. The product in her hair makes it stick up after Tooru hits it and she laughs at the look of it. This apparently offends Hanae, who starts viciously tickling Tooru. They wrestle around for a bit, giggling and letting their hands in ways they probably wouldn’t have before.
Finally, Tooru gets the upper hand and manages to push Hanae against the mattress, holding her hands around the wrists above her head so she can’t use them to tickle her anymore. Hanae looks up at her, short bob pointing every which way and chest heaving with exertion from their laughter and tickle-fighting.
And oh. Oh, oh oh. Tooru sits her ass squarely down on Hanae’s hips and leans her face close. She enjoys the way a vibrant blush rises to the apples of Hanae’s cheeks and savors the moment for a bit before saying anything.
“I could get used to this,” Tooru says, and her voice is huskier than she thought it would be, albeit still with traces of laughter clinging to the words.
Hanae blushes even more, and her eyes widen before she tilts her whole head to the side to avoid eye contact. Tooru grins.
“So could I,” Hanae mutters.
Tooru kisses her again.
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Tooru sits on her unmade bed, wearing nothing but her sports bra and the ugly panties she’s had since sixth grade. Her eyes sting with tears, and she thinks maybe she’s cried out her body’s whole spare storage of water. She doesn’t know what’s redder at this point, her cheeks and eyes from being rubbed at, or her knee, swollen and flushed and ugly—
The bedroom door slams open, and she looks up in alarm, embarrassed to be caught like this, but then she sees that it’s just Hanae and it seems like she hasn’t used up all that water after all. Hanae’s book bag makes a heavy thunk against the floor as she drops it, careless of it’s content, to make her way to the bed.
Tooru holds her arms out like a child and hiccups until Hanae is holding her, firm and strong, and that’s when she truly breaks. Her sobs can probably be heard in the kitchen downstairs, but Hanae is soft as usual and her knee hurts, and, and, and.
“Shh, shh. Tooru. It’s going to be okay, Tooru. Breathe.”
Tooru buries her face in Hanae’s track jacket, still smelling like the gym from afternoon practice, and screams until she’s lightheaded instead. When she’s finished screaming, she starts sobbing again. Hanae holds her all the way through it.
At some point, she takes Tooru’s face in her hands so she can force them to lock eyes, and Tooru can see that her eyes and cheeks are wet as well. She brings her hands up to paw uselessly at the tear tracks, but Hanae just smiles and shakes her head, thumbing Tooru’s tears away with her thumbs instead.
Tooru’s eyes flick all over her face, from her wet lashes to the little spot of discoloration just below her bottom lip to the scar she got from running into a tree when they were six.
“I love you,” Tooru breathes, and Hanae’s face stretches into shock before she’s pulling Tooru into a fierce hug. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” Tooru keeps repeating through tears, because it feels good to say it and it’s true.
Hanae kisses that one spot by her ear, slowly and softly and tenderly, and then she whispers, “I love you, too.”
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Tooru sits in Hanae’s lap during breakfast now, whenever they sleep over at each other’s houses. Hanae lets her do it, if only because she’s too tired and grumpy to protest. Tooru makes up for it by always getting her coffee with two sugar cubes in her favourite mug (the sculpture Godzilla mug in the Iwaizumi household, the Pompompurin one at the Oikawa’s).
This particular Saturday morning, they’re in the Oikawa kitchen, and Tooru is looking at her new feature spread in Volleyball Monthly while Hajime mindlessly downs her second cup of coffee.
Mama Oikawa, Nanami, is busying herself with making new batches of cucumber and mustard spinach for the upcoming week. Every once in a while, she glances over at her daughter and her girlfriend, and Tooru notices every time.
Hanae does not. Her chin is resting on Tooru’s shoulder, lazily reading the paragraphs of text surrounding the… very nice picture of her girlfriend mid set. She tightens the arm that’s slung around Tooru’s waist a little.
“Hanae-chan !” Nanami calls. Hanae snaps her attention to the woman standing at the kitchen counter, pulling off her plastic gloves.
“Yes?”
Nanami laughs. “No need to look so stricken! I was just going to ask if you wanted anything to eat for breakfast.”
“Ah, no, I’m—”
She’s rudely interrupted by her stomach growling very loudly. Tooru cackles at the sound, and Nanami hides her smile behind her hand tactfully.
“I insist,” she says. “Let me get you something, dear.”
Tooru taps on Hanae’s arm, and she loosens her grip so Tooru can slip out of her grasp.
“I’ll get it, kaa-san ,” she says, placing a kiss on Hanae’s forehead and holding her chin with her thumb and forefinger. Something flutters in Hanae's stomach. “Miso soup, Iwa-chan?”
Hanae smiles. “Yes please.”
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Hanae is leaning back against the pillows on her bed, propped up against the headrest. Tooru is laying on top of her, their legs slotted together comfortably. It’s soft and warm.
Tooru is also kissing her, hard.
Hanae’s hands drift from their position on Tooru’s hips until they’re resting on — lightly gripping, really, but who’s keeping score? — her ass.
”My, Iwa-chan , bold aren’t we?” she mumbles against Hanae’s mouth between kisses.
As if her hands haven’t been resting on Hanae’s boobs for the past few minutes. Hanae mentions as much, still mumbling partially into Tooru’s mouth. She breaks away to consider this, her hands still on Hanae’s chest, albeit a light pressure. Her lips quirk into a grin.
”I guess you’re right.” She kisses Hanae again. ”I do like these though.” She squeezes for emphasis then mouths her way down Hanae’s neck, stopping every once in a while to suck a mark while her hands grope a little harder at soft flesh. Hanae pulls her closer to her, lifting Tooru so she’s straddling her completely.
Her hands are nearly there already, so she thinks, fuck it .
She lets her fingers drift upward, to the waistband of Tooru’s shorts, and she startles up from where she’d been sucking a hickey on her shoulder of all places.
Tooru makes breathless eye contant, her lips red and kiss-swollen, her pupils dilated.
”Is this okay?” Hanae says. Tooru nods furiously, and Hanae can’t help but laugh and lean forward to give her a kiss.
”I love you so much,” Hanae says.
Tooru smiles. ”I love you so much, too.”
A pause.
”Now please put your hand in my pants or I might actually explode.”
Hanae laughs loudly.
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“You’re so gross,” Makki says, taking a bite of her onigiri.
“That’s homophobic,” Tooru says primly, still leaning her head on Hanae’s shoulder. Hanae makes a shrugging motion so her temple knocks into it. “Ow! Iwa-chan !”
Mattsun snorts.
”No, I agree, we’re gross.”
Tooru takes her head off of Hanae’s shoulder, sniffling dramatically. ”Iwa-chan doesn’t love me anymore.”
Tooru slumps in her seat and sticks a piece of broccoli into her mouth, looking dejected. Usually, stuff like this doesn’t phase her, but every once in a while it’ll get to her. On a bad day, when she’s too far in her head.
”Of course I still love you,” Hanae says, leaning over to grab Tooru by the chin and give her a gentle kiss. Tooru glows afterwards, and giggles just a little when she brushes a stray piece of broccoli from Hanae’s lips.
”See,” Makki says, looking desperately to Mattsun, ”gross!”
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“We’re so lucky your mom didn’t come home,” Hanae mumbles, snuggling into the covers. Tooru winds her arms around Hanae’s waist and pulls her closer. Her skin feels warm where they touch, slightly sticky with sweat.
“Mm,” Tooru agrees. Her eyes are sliding shut. “Nee-chan is supposed to visit at seven.”
Hanae flinches, propping herself up on her elbow. Tooru whines at the sudden movement. “Wait, your sister is coming home in…” she picks up her phone to check the time. It’s 6:58. “ Two minutes, and you decided this was a good first time to have sex!? Very loudly, might I add!”
“Well,” Tooru says, resigning herself to doing something else than taking a nap, “it was more like forty-five minutes when we started. Also it was you who was being loud.”
The covers slide off of her as she rises, and Hanae tries very hard not to look at her chest. She’s trying to be stern here, damn it. “Hey, that’s not—”
Tooru just raises an eyebrow and Hanae drops it, because, yeah, maybe she was the one being loud. Tooru was actually… really quiet, now that she thinks about it. Hanae bites her lip.
“Uh-uh!” Tooru scrambles around, throwing the blankets off of both of them. The sudden exposure to the cool air of Tooru’s room sends a shiver up Hanae’s spine. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Oh really?” Hanae snaps, looking up at her. Tooru’s smiling softly at her, and Hanae almost feels bad for being angry. Almost. “Is it because you can read my mind that I had such a good time that I screamed and you were almost silent the whole time!?”
Tooru tucks a strand of sweaty hair behind Hanae’s ear.
“Hanae,” she says gently. Hanae hates when Tooru is the voice of reason. “Did you honestly think that I wasn’t having a good time?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Hanae says gruffly. “I was too busy screaming my lungs out to even see if you liked it.”
Tooru places a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I loved it. I loved seeing you like that, loved making you feel like that…”
Her hand drifts down Hanae’s chest until her thumb is digging into the place where her thigh meets her torso. Hanae shivers, and then she shakes herself out of her reverie. She grabs Tooru’s wrist and yanks it away from her hip.
“No, see, this is what I meant! You keep doing… things to me, and you never get anything in return!”
Tooru looks stunned, eyes wide and body frozen in place. Hanae takes the opportunity to flip them over, pushing Tooru down onto the bed and hovering over her. There’s a pretty blush on Tooru’s cheeks. Hanae leans in to kiss her, and then she hears the front door unlocking. She groans and releases her body weight so she’s resting flush against Tooru. Tooru lets out a little "oof!" at the sudden weight.
“Tooru! ” comes Rina’s voice from downstairs.
Hanae grabs Tooru’s cheeks and kisses her roughly, quickly. “Next time,” she says, and then she’s scrambling out of bed to put her clothes back on. Tooru wolf-whistles when she bends over to pick up her bra, and Hanae flips her off.