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Hajime woke up with a bird’s nest of chocolate brown and perfect hair in his face. Perfect boy, warm in his arms. The blinds hadn’t been properly closed and morning sunlight painted stripes across his bedsheets, across the skin of that beautiful back.
Last night.
He buried a grin in Tooru’s hair, a grin so wide it felt like his face might split in two. Tooru always used a rare lemon cedar conditioner. Hajime breathed into the bottom of his lungs.
It had been the night of his life, but there was even more to him waking up on cloud nine. He was already Tooru’s best friend and now he also had this piece of fucking ace information: Iwaizumi Hajime could get Oikawa Tooru so riled up he couldn’t speak for his life. Even so, he’d managed to be demanding through nothing but helpless moans and murmurs. It’d been adorable. Sexy.
Supernaturally smooth, that was Tooru’s skin. Someone like him shouldn’t be possible, but there he was; right in Hajime’s arms. Fucking somehow. Hajime wanted him forever. His heart banged hard against his ribcage. They had friendship and they had attraction and so, there was a real chance there. A chance Hajime would bloody take.
Of course he’d dreamed of Tooru liking boys. That was the fantasy. But in that other sense of the phrase, he’d never dreamed of it. Boys liking boys was one of those things that didn’t happen to people he knew. Hajime liked boys, boy, and he’d never call loving Tooru futile, but it could never go anywhere. Except now, maybe mountains could move.
It was overwhelming, all those things he’d dreamed but never dreamed of flooding into his mind. Tooru everywhere, close as could be, all the time. Tooru to start off his days, Tooru watching k-dramas slotted between Hajime’s legs, nights like last night. Teal weddings, kids, Godzilla and E.T. posters side by side. A life.
Hajime sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. Damn, he sure hadn’t waited to get ahead of himself. This could lead to a something big, if he didn’t screw it up. He needed to play it cool and not overwhelm Tooru. It made sense with were they were to try out together, so Hajime should be able to convince him to give them a chance. If Tooru tried, maybe he could fall in love with Hajime; Tooru was good at things. And his eyelashes were crazy. They were long and dark and curved.
They fluttered. Tooru shifted, and shoved his face into Hajime’s neck, summoning goosebumps with a long, warm sigh. He groaned a little and Hajime rubbed at his neck, made him hum. Slowly, Tooru started lifting his head and Hajime held his breath, braced himself.
Tooru’s eyes were big, even when they were puffy. He was so perfect. Hajime was so ridiculous. A fair bit of his hair was standing straight up and there was an acute awareness of it being, at least partly, Hajime’s doing. Tooru had a denser cluster of freckles on his right cheekbone than on his left. Close, like this, was the only way to see that. Pink lips. The most kissable boy in the world, but Hajime held back.
Tooru took some time in focusing his eyes on Hajime, then he did, and they grew wide. ”Good morning, Iwa-chan,” he whispered and blinked slowly, twice.
Even more lost than on a usual morning. Hajime chuckled. ”Morning.” He ran a hand through Tooru’s hair, landed on tracing the shell of his ear with his thumb. Mouth still open from speaking, Tooru looked like a deer in headlights. But he leaned into Hajime’s touch and had his hand placed firmly on his chest. It burned.
I really fucking want to, Hajime thought, and leaned in. Tooru made some high-pitched squeak of surprise, but the next second he was kissing Hajime like he was attempting to morph them together. If he succeeded, that would’ve been all good. Tooru’s mouth tasted like something had died in it. Sweetest taste ever.
”Good morning,” Tooru breathed when they parted.
”Yeah, I agree.” Hajime ran his hand down Tooru’s side and watched him swallow.
Hajime had to kiss him again. He did it chaste and firm, and Tooru looked dazed when he pulled back. The whole thing about keeping his cool wasn’t working out. They ended up staring at each other for a few seconds before Tooru dropped his head against Hajime’s chest with a groan.
”Iwa-chan, we… you and I we… we.” He snapped his head back up and took a deep breath before quietly asking, ”was it good for you?” and biting his full bottom lip. It invoked a vivid flash of memory from last night, when Hajime had had the privilege of doing that very same thing to that very same lip. Only harder.
”What?” With some effort, Hajime tore his eyes off of Tooru’s mouth and met his flighty gaze.
”Was I… okay?” He pinched his lips together, then released them in a ramble. ”Oh my god answer me! Was it okay? Did I do fine? Was I really bad?”
The idea of sleeping with Tooru being anything short of miraculous was not one Hajime could compute, at all, and he was dumbfounded into telling the absolute truth. ”You were prefect,” he said.
”Perfect!?” Tooru spluttered and his jaw dropped to the floor. He looked at Hajime as if he’d told him he was changing his name to Godzilla.
Shit, fuck, why had he said that? Great fucking job on not scaring Tooru away. ”Sorry! Was that too much?” Hajime lifted his hands off of Tooru’s back, trying to back away to compensate. Between the mattress and the boy on top of him, that wasn’t possible.
”Too much? What? Were you just trying to reassure me!?”
”No!”
”Then what do you mean ’perfect’!?” Tooru screeched.
”I meant it was perfect; you were perfect!” Apparently he’d thrown playing it cool out the window and Tooru’s perfection was the hill he’d chosen to die on. Because he wanted to, he returned his hands to Tooru’s back. He was screwing up anyway.
Beneath Hajime’s palms, Tooru’s warm back moved with heavy breaths. He shook his head in what looked like disbelief before he sealed their lips together with a vengeance. Really? he asked between kisses and definitely, Hajime answered every time, relaxing into the mattress.
Just like that, the only weight on his chest was this urgent boy, who was holding back about as not at all as Hajime. Ease, happiness, and the feelings were enhanced by Tooru’s every move and every sound. By how their lips met.
”But I was so needy,” an eyes-blown Tooru finally pulled back with.
”Well yeah, Shittykawa. I’ve always known you’d be a pillow princess.” Hajime snorted. ”It’s obvious, come on.”
Furious, furious blushing. ”I…” Tooru bolted upright. ”You’ve thought about me in bed before?”
His gaze had Hajime pinned. Only once or twice or a million times. Hajime scratched his head. ”…yeah.” Tooru had three moles in a straight line on the left side of his neck.
Tooru leaned into his face, demanding Hajime’s eyes on his. ”It wasn’t- It wasn’t just that we’d just been drinking?” he asked like he was challenging Hajime to a duel.
”’Course not.” Voice steady as could be. This moment was a strange mix of feelings; this change between them was the ocean in a wild, wondrous lightning storm, while his love for Tooru was rock, solid anywhere. Untouchable devotion. ”It’s you.”
Tooru kissed with raw and overwhelming enthusiasm. There was nothing like him, he was the force that could move mountains. This boy would be the death of him, and Hajime could never mind.
They didn’t do anything. Just kissing and just barely breathing. Didn’t say anything. But Tooru let out these sighs that sounded like pure relief, and Hajime wasn’t keeping any secrets with the tender strokes of his cheeks, his ears, through his hair, and everywhere. Tips of noses were rubbed together.
”Iwa-chan?” It was different, hearing the nickname spoken so closely, as if Tooru had taken over the whole world. Now that would be a world.
”’Kawa?” Hajime spoke with his lips grazing Tooru’s collarbone, where he’d been doing some coloring.
”I’ve… I’ve thought about you too, before… In bed.”
Hajime heaved himself onto his forearms to get a good look at Tooru’s face. It was bright red, and Hajime could tell he was already half regretting his words by the frantic way his eyes darted around, Hajime’s unintentionally minimalist bedroom had suddenly become very interesting, it seemed. ”Have you now?” Hajime smiled and quirked an eyebrow.
”Shut uuuuup,” Tooru groaned and slapped weakly at Hajime’s chest. ”If you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then just forget it.”
”No, no, you can’t take that back. What’ve you thought about, huh?”
”Fuck you.” Tooru glared, a cute crease making an appearance between his eyebrows.
”But I wanna know. I’m very interested.”
”You’re the worst.” It looked as if Tooru was trying hard to send lasers at Hajime with his eyes.
”Did you get very specific?” There was definitely a huge smile on his face.
”I hate you.”
”You don’t.” Hajime flipped their positions and pushed Tooru into the mattress. ”I just want to know what you want, so I can give it to you,” Hajime whispered in Tooru’s ear, not daring to meet his gaze.
”Oh,” Tooru sighed and wrapped a pair of very welcome legs around Hajime’s waist. His hands found Hajime’s hair and he twirled his fingers though it experimentally. ”Iwa-chan… I… I’ve thought of other things, too?” he stated like a question.
”Yeah?” Hajime whispered and pecked his mouth.
”Mmhm,” Tooru hummed and reciprocated deeply. When he pulled back, he continued a bit breathless. ”Less…sexy things.”
”Everything you do is sexy,” Hajime deadpanned.
”Iwa-chan!” Tooru smacked his chest, pulled an affronted face that mostly looked pleased.
Hajime caught his hand and whispered sorry into his fingers. Kissed them. Looked into his eyes. ”What’d you think about?”
”Umm…” Tooru closed his eyes. ”Like… you studying with me in your lap…” He blushed violently.
It was honestly a surprise that Hajime didn’t drop dead then and there. He wasn’t fucking equipped to handle Tooru, he never would be. Dying trying would be dying happy, though.
”Look at me,” he whispered, and was rewarded with those wonderful eyes on his. ”That’s too fucking cute.” Every word was punctuated with his lips against Tooru’s skin. ”I want that so fucking much.” He made his way along Tooru’s hairline, nose in soft strands like silk, deciding that Tooru jumping through hoops to get that stupid shampoo was totally worth it. ”’M not gonna wanna study any other way ever again, you don’t know what you’ve started.”
Tooru giggled, tinkling happy.
”Tell me more,” Hajime smiled and brushed his bangs aside. ”Is there more? I want there to be a fuckton more.”
Tooru hummed in thought and carded his hands through Hajime’s hair. ”Well, there’s us planning out our months together.” He winked.
”Sorry I never got a bullet journal!” Hajime blurted. It had become an obsession of Tooru’s and he’d been on Hajime about getting one, but it hadn’t turned into a real priority in his mind. ”I will. Now.”
”Look what a few kisses can do,” Tooru teased and Hajime imagined saying no to a Tooru who had his arms wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t, and judging from the knowing glint behind Tooru’s teasing smile, it was just too damn obvious. ”There’s also you taking me to your work parties.”
Huh. It clicked. His work events were as dull as could be, and yet… ”You’ve always been more bummed out than me, even, whenever those things roll around.”
”Well, yeah.” Tooru pouted. ”’Cause we do everything together, we go everywhere together, and it’s how it’s supposed to be.” Tooru frowned. ”Until a stupid office Christmas party rolls around and taunts me with how there are places I’m not allowed, because I don’t have partner privileges.” His voice rose as he spoke. ”And then you come home, and you bitch all about it and all I can think about is how I should have been there, roasting the outfit of that Yoshinaka who’s always trying to take credit for your work, and stealing off with you to steal kisses in the bathroom.” He huffed out a breath after that rant, then huffed a laugh. ”Maybe?”
”Definitely. Also in my office,” Hajime smirked and Tooru blushed. ”And we’ll get there late because you can’t ever decide what to wear.”
”Rude!…but, yes. And I’ll eat every piece of that lemon cake you boss loves, but you can’t stand. I don’t care if it makes my stomach hurt, it’s absolutely egregious the way he works you overtime!”
Hajime brought his lips to Tooru’s temple and let out something he was horrified to realize couldn’t be classified as anything other than a bloody squeal. ”Sounds all perfect, aside from your belly hurting.” Hajime put a protective hand over said belly. It sure was a firm one. ”Nothing’s worth that.”
Tooru covered Hajime’s hand with his, then they maneuvered their hands around until their fingers were interlaced by Tooru’s head and Hajime hovered above him. The humor in the looks they shared faded and Hajime stared at his best friend with an intensity that, until then, had been restricted to pictures of said best friend on a too-bright phone screen in the small hours of the night. Except this was different entirely. Real. And his Tooru was gazing right back at him.
”I’ve thought about having a baby with you.” Tooru said it like he was entranced, wide eyes never wavering from Hajime’s. ”Kids, actually.”
And then his mouth dropped open and he squirmed around to hide his face in the pillow. ”Aaaaah whydidIsaythatwhat’swrongwithmegawaahh.”
It was so very Tooru, having no chill and bringing up babies not even a full day after their drunken first kiss. Hajime felt drunker now than he had the night before, and the boy who made him that happy shouldn’t be hiding from him in bedsheets. Hajime wanted to be where he hid.
He shuffled to lie on Tooru’s side, snug next him. He brought his hand up to massage his neck and scratch at his scalp in the way that had calmed him since they were kids.
”Tooru, come back,” Hajime whispered.
”I can’t,” a muffled whine. ”I’m dying.”
”Please?”
Tooru’s head moved in ’no’ under Hajime’s fingers.
”Come on, I’ve wanted to kiss you forever, and now that I can, you’re hiding? Unfair.”
Tooru stiffened. Then he flipped over and into Hajime’s chest. Full koala, zero to sixty. ”That was embarrassing, Iwa-chan.”
Hajime snorted. He tightened his arms around Tooru and vowed to be somewhere safe for him forever. And for whatever kids they might have. When it came to Tooru he wasn’t, as established, exactly chill himself.
”I was promised kisses,” Tooru demanded.
Hajime complied, and then he made them breakfast.
***
With Tooru’s presence, the kitchen was just better. The stupidly small window seemed to let more light in, and the incessant buzz of the old refrigerator didn’t send Hajime to the verge of tearing his hair from his head, down to the very last strand.
Because under the table, their legs were tangled up. Their entire lives they’d sat across from each other. Today, in spite of the shitty and tiny table, their chairs were adjacent, the edge of Tooru’s seat pushed up to rest on Hajime’s. A little closer that way. Arm slung over the back of Tooru’s chair, Hajime was eating a much needed grilled tomato sandwich.
For sweet-tooth Tooru Hajime had made European pancakes, and he was wolfing them down. Alternating, he’d eat one with so much apple sauce that it came spilling out the cracks, then the next one with chocolate sauce that he’d inevitably get all over his face. Inexplicably, he even managed to get some on his eyebrow.
Tooru and grace was weird; all extremes. When he was focused on what he was doing, Tooru was focus and there’d be majestic grace to his every move. When he was his overly charming social self there was intention and practiced precision in every step, every gesture, every twist of lips. All in purpose of evoking that impression of grace. But then Tooru would be tired, or—as was currently the case— focused on something else, and he’d be pretty fucking messy. A messy pretty.
”Hey, Tooru?” Hajime put his sandwich down.
Mouth full, chipmunk-style, Tooru raised his eyebrows.
”I’ve thought about kids too.” For that one he got A Look, and Tooru’s chewing took on an aggressive note. Hajime was unperturbed. This was their day. ”And how I want them. With you.”
”Iwa-chan, it’s really mean to joke about that, when you know I was serious…” Around his mouthful of pancake, Tooru sounded put out. Whenever he really liked a food, he’d take the biggest bites and he’d look kinda stupid and it was really endearing.
”I’m serious, too.” Hajime leaned in to swipe some chocolate from the corner of Tooru’s mouth. There was way more still on Tooru’s face, but Hajime hadn’t really done it to clean him up, but because it was this newly unlocked intimate, romantic gesture that sent a thrill down his spine.
Tooru leaned into his touch and hummed. Something clicked every time they so much as grazed each other. They’d always been touchy, Tooru especially, but with this mutual, silently agreed upon increase, Hajime felt a calm rightness. It was like the world had been one or two degrees tilted and was now finally upright. After jumping in the deep end, Hajime swam comfortably there. If he was way ahead of himself, that only meant he’d arrived where he was going.
But Tooru eyes were narrowed when Hajime took his hand back to lick the chocolate off.
Honestly, Tooru’s caution made Hajime feel secure. But that trade-off would never be worth shit. Tooru had insecurities in a way Hajime didn’t, and it fell on Hajime quell any doubts he could. With sensations in his stomach that Hajime imagined people had when they were about to jump out of planes, he decided to be as clear as he possibly could. That morning he’d woken up and intended to take things slow. Well. Shit changes.
Hajime dropped the teasing, and when he spoke he spoke gently, because Tooru fucking had to get this. ”Of course I want kids with you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind Tooru’s ear and settled his hand cupping Tooru’s face, thumb brushing softly back and forth over his smooth cheek.
Tooru lifted his hand to hold onto Hajime’s wrist, drawing tingling circles on its inside. He didn’t look away and Hajime unwaveringly kept his eyes on Tooru’s. Slowly, creased lines smoothed out, leaving a soft and naked expression. ”Hajime.”
One of the most amazing things Hajime had in this life was Tooru’s trust. Him letting his guard down under Hajime’s steady gaze had him feeling proud and so lucky and starting to think of embarrassing things like the meaning of life.
”Seeing you with Takeru… You’ll be just the best dad.” Hajime chuckled at the image in his head: Tooru sway-dancing around in some suburban living room holding a little thing swaddled in a pink blanket, going through his extensive inventory of silly faces. ”But fuck you’ll spoil them. And I won’t stand a chance against you and our kid.” He huffed a laugh. ”Shit, I’ll probably never say no again.”
”Come on, Iwa-chan,” Tooru smiled wide, wide. ”You’ll join forces with our kid and you’ll tease me as a team, leaving me unfairly outnumbered!” He gasped and put a hand to his heart. ”I swear to God, Iwa-chan, if our kid’s first word is anything near Shittykawa…”
Hajime threw his head back and laughed. Tooru sounded like glitter when he joined in. They fit, and Hajime had to get closer. He pulled Tooru’s legs into his lap. Tooru complied and leaned into Hajime’s space, resting his head on an elbow on the table in front of Hajime. On his face Hajime found his favorite all happy-smile. Laughter made way for a loaded silence as Hajime leaned in closer until he could feel Tooru’s breath on his mouth. Yeah, this was it.
”There’s another thing… I wanna know if you’ve thought about…” Hajime could feel his cheeks heating up, but he’d decided.
”What is it?” Tooru blinked up at him, and Hajime was struck by how it was him, of everyone in the world, who had the full attention of those chocolate eyes. No way he’d do anything less than everything to make sure his luck, his love, knew how deep his care ran.
”Ever thought of marrying me?”
And he wanted Oikawa Tooru to be his.
Tooru’s eyes went wide as saucers, and his mouth opened and closed like that of a fish. ”M-marry?! B-but we just- ma-rry.” His mouth kept moving soundlessly, and he stared at Hajime, who loved him very, very much.
And when they were seven Tooru had put all his precious volleyball stickers on the cast around Hajime’s broken arm. And when they were fourteen Tooru operated his knee and cried his eyes out until Hajime was allowed to stay the night in the hospital, then clung to him all night. And when they were seventeen and scared to graduate they’d climbed the fence at the local swimming pool and chased each other around in swim rings until they were worn out and hanging off of opposite sides of Tooru’s watermelon one, promising each other they’d go to the same university and they'd live together.
When Hajime kissed him, Tooru latched onto him like he planned to never let go. A fucking fantastic idea. Hajime kissed away the specks of chocolate sauce from Tooru’s forehead, cheek, lips. Bit his lip. Tooru moaned like it was all too much and pressed in closer, his hands fisted in Hajime’s hair and tugging so hard it hurt.
”Have you thought about it?” Hajime murmured as they came up for air. Tooru let out a broken whimper and climbed into Hajime’s lap. ”You should.” Because Tooru tasted of forever. ”If you haven’t, you should.” Hajime had his lips captured, and breath stolen.
”I’ve dreamed about it,” Tooru panted into his mouth, words like sunlight on his skin.
”Good dream?” Hajime pulled him in by the neck.
”Yes,” Tooru’s looked absolutely blown when he pulled back to lock eyes.
”Perfect.” Hajime smoothed his hands up and down Tooru’s sides until his shirt, a plain grey one that was loose on him because it wasn’t his but Hajime’s, not-so-accidentally rode up and granted access to warm skin. It was quite an unexplored feeling Hajime was experiencing: giddiness. He smiled before he asked. ”Hey, Tooru?”
”Yes?” Tooru pecked Hajime’s lips one more time and smiled, a small and overwhelmed smile, happy-lost.
”Can I propose to you real soon?”
Enter tears, of course. ”Yes,” the love of Hajime’s life said, voice firm through wobbling lips. He sniffed. ”And now you have to. You are not allowed to joke about that, and you get no take-backs.”
”Back at you, baby.” Hajime was floating off the Earth and into the seventh heaven. He pushed off the chair and pulled Tooru up after him.
”Want a promise.” Tooru jumped up to wrap his legs around Hajime’s waist.
”I promise.” With a firm grip on Tooru’s firm thighs that were also lean somehow, Hajime carried him out of the kitchen. Shower or bed? He wasn’t really in a state to make decisions. Everything sounded so good.
”Call me that again.”
That was definitely an opportunity for teasing, but nah. ”Baby, I’m gonna propose to you so fucking soon.”
”Hmm… I’ll give you a week.” Tooru tilted his head back to shake his bangs out of his eyes, giving Hajime a breathtaking view of his long, pale neck. There was only one thing to do.
”A little longer. To make it special,” he told the skin below Tooru’s jaw, the sensitive spot he’d found last night. Yeah, no shit, he was going to be collecting those from now on.
”Ugh, fine,” Tooru obviously tried to groan but actually moaned. ”One month.”
”It won’t be very surprising.” Hajime walked Tooru into a wall, and he slid down it into their hips pleasantly aligning.
”Why would I want to be surprised when I could be happy?”
Hajime exhaled in a laugh. ”Makes sense. A month, then.”
Tooru broke away to throw the bathroom door open and shoved Hajime inside with patented impatience. ”A month starting from today, not from the beginning of next month,” he said with a stern look on his face, before he sighed and jumped Hajime again. They kissed and kissed and kissed and…