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“Look, they're fighting for me again!” Oikawa exclaimed placing his arm on his friend's shoulders spilling part of the drink on the ground, and Iwaizumi rolled his eyes.
“First of all, they aren’t fighting Shittykawa. That's arm wrestling. Secondly, the only reason they do it is because they wanna have fun, not to date you,” he said, grabbing the glass from Oikawa's hands to prevent him from spilling anything else on the floor. He brought it to his lips and drank, and winced at the overly sweet taste.
“I tell you they are doing the challenge for me. Don't ruin everything this time, Iwa-chan, I want to date a handsome boy,” Oikawa complained leaning completely against him, and Iwaizumi grunted annoyed but didn't move.
“I'll play whatever the fuck I want, and I'll beat them all. If you're not going to date, that's your business, you could have avoided creating this pointless, self-absorbed competition in the first place,” Iwaizumi huffed, returning the too-sweet drink back to Oikawa, who gulped it down moaning.
“But you take out the hottest boys,” he whimpered.
Iwaizumi got nervous, and the only reason he was annoyed was because Oikawa was so full of himself that he decided to create that stupid competition, declaring that he would go out with the strongest guy in the room, not knowing how to decide between the different admirers. Since Oikawa wasn't full of himself for nothing, there were way too many guys who didn't know his shitty personality and joined the challenge.
So, Iwaizumi had done it too, both to ruin Oikawa's evening and make him regret having created that stupid challenge, and also because objectively defeating everyone in arm-wrestling had something satisfying. Surely not because he hated the thought of seeing his friend kiss a guy who wasn't him and date someone who wasn't him.
Absolutely no. Iwaizumi didn't care who Oikawa was dating, also because if he was actually in love with his friend, on his first victory he would have taken the kiss Oikawa jokingly said he owed him, instead of throwing a plastic cup at him and spilling a drink on his friend’s clean shirt.
No, Iwaizumi wasn't in love with his best friend. He wasn't jealous when he saw him flirting with someone. And surely, he didn't keep thinking about the six kisses he could get from Oikawa after winning that challenge for six consecutive parties, instead of acting like an idiot and throwing some insults at his friend.
“I hate being in love with him,” Iwaizumi thought.
“Hey! Are you fighting for me?” Oikawa chirped waving his arms, and a boy turned around. The most annoying according to Iwaizumi: Terushima. That asshole kept flirting with Oikawa at every fucking party they met at, and the worst part was that every time Iwaizumi got annoyed, Terushima increased his flirting as if he knew and did it on purpose.
"I'll get that date with you, pretty boy!" Terushima exclaimed cheerfully, without any restraint. Iwaizumi growled softly. Like hell he would have done it.
“See Iwa-chan? They're fighting for me,” Oikawa said smugly.
“You’re so full of yourself. Most are just there to play, they don't give a fuck about you."
“You're just envious because if you organize a challenge centered around you, no one will participate,” Oikawa retorted, and Iwaizumi nudged him.
“If someone organized something that stupid, I'd beat them myself so I don't have annoying guys around.”
"It doesn't even make sense!" Oikawa exclaimed. Iwaizumi snorted, and turned his attention to Terushima, who had just beat the boy. Terushima turned to Oikawa and winked.
“I bet I'll get you a date today,” he said, and Oikawa smiled happily as Iwaizumi felt the urge to punch him. He used to only join the competition after a while but now he just wanted to put that guy in his place as soon as possible.
“I want to join in too,” said another voice to their right, and both Oikawa and Iwaizumi turned away as their jaws dropped. Ushijima was in front of them, next to him were Tendou and Shirabu.
“Do you wanna date Oikawa?” Hanamaki asked with wide eyes sitting on the sofa not far from them.
“Yes, I've always wanted to,” Ushijima said, and Iwaizumi felt Oikawa push towards him, sticking to his side as his lips reached his ear. Iwaizumi did everything not to show the warmth that was spreading throughout his body at that touch - damned drunk and affectionate Oikawa.
“You absolutely have to beat him Iwa-chan. There’s no way I can date him,” he said and then pushed Iwaizumi forward, who swayed a bit.
“Even Iwa-chan wants to participate!” Oikawa exclaimed, and Iwaizumi glared at him. Hanamaki and Matsukawa laughed out loud.
“Do you wanna date Oikawa?” they joked, as they had done the last six times when Iwaizumi had joined the challenge solely for personal amusement.
"As if," Iwaizumi growled as his ears felt hot. “I'm only joining to annoy him,” he snapped, and Oikawa groaned dramatically. But he wasn't the problem, the problem was Hanamaki, who said loudly.
"Or maybe you're just joining because you don't want Oikawa to date someone else!"
Too close to the fucking truth. What a shitty friend, Iwaizumi would make him regret it next workout.
“It just annoys me that he's self-centered organizing this bullshit,” he snapped, before turning around and joining the challenge. He was pleased to see that his first challenger was Terushima, and he was even more pleased when he beat him in under two seconds. He smiled satisfied, but the asshole turned to Oikawa.
“Maybe next time honey,” he said blowing him a kiss, and Oikawa reciprocated from a distance. Iwaizumi was tempted to headbutt both of them. He didn't because then people would start to think he was jealous, and it would be embarrassing.
Instead, he concentrated on the next challenge, and then the one after that. He beat up three guys and wondered how many there were who wanted to date Oikawa. How the fuck was that possible? They didn't even know him! Ok, Oikawa was handsome – pretty and hot at the same time, Iwaizumi admitted it to himself by now – but they had never really talked to him. They didn't know anything about Tooru!
Fortunately beating them all calmed his anger, until he found himself in front of Ushijima, the last rival. Oikawa leaned on Hajime's shoulders, and whispered in his ear that he should absolutely win, and out of spite Iwaizumi almost wanted to give up. He didn't just because there was absolutely no way he would let Ushijima kiss Oikawa.
“Do you really like the asshole?” Iwaizumi asked.
"Hey! You're fighting for me too!" Oikawa reminded him, and Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. He was about to retort but Ushijima answered his question.
"Of course I like him. He is handsome, intelligent and an excellent setter. One of his few flaws is his pride, if he had joined Shiratoriza…”
“Enough, start the challenge,” Oikawa growled, and Iwaizumi glared worriedly at his friend, knowing he was getting really furious. He decided that he wasn't going to lose that challenge, he knew that otherwise Oikawa would make a scene. Also, Iwaizumi didn't want his friend to go out with Ushijima either – even though he was probably the last guy Hajime should have worried about.
"Another of his flaws is that he's self-centered, but he can afford it," Ushijima said flatly, and that made Iwaizumi even more nervous. Why the fuck did Ushijima like Oikawa? Oikawa fucking hated him, and he sure as hell wouldn't change his mind about him.
“Everyone is so fucking stupid around him,” he thought, and mentally blamed Oikawa, his physical appearance and his flirtatious demeanor. Yes, it was all because of the way Oikawa was stupidly beautiful, making everyone around him stupid.
"On three you start," Kuroo said, who started all matches, and Iwaizumi returned to focus on the challenge. As soon as Kuroo kicked off they started, and Iwaizumi immediately felt the force of the spiker. Of all the boys he had ever arm wrestled with, Ushijima was one of the strongest, and for the first time Iwaizumi was truly afraid of losing. Oikawa must have noticed this because he came closer in desperation.
“Don't lose, Iwa-chan! Since when are you so weak?”
"I think it's Oikawa who wants date Iwaizumi," he heard Hanamaki laugh, and Iwaizumi felt his ears warm up. Shit, they were distracting him. He knew very well that the only reason Oikawa wanted him to win was because he absolutely didn't want to be near Ushijima.
“Iwa-chan, please…”
“You're distracting me, Shittykawa, go away,” Iwaizumi growled, annoyed at both his friend’s voice and the fact that he was in trouble.
“Mean, you are so mean, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa complained. Luckily, however, he said nothing more, and in the following seconds Iwaizumi managed to change his cards in his favor, beating Ushijima, to the surprise of no one since he was the six-times overall arm-wrestling winner.
Oikawa sighed in relief above him as Iwaizumi rubbed his wrist. Ushijima complimented his strength and sportingly accepted the result, before standing up and walking away. As soon as he was far enough Oikawa regained his glee and leaned towards Hajime, his hair tickling Iwaizumi's forehead.
“You can take your prize, Iwa-chan!” he exclaimed playfully, and Hajime didn't think twice before planting his hand in Oikawa’s face and pushing him back.
“You're so full of yourself,” he grunted.
“Iwa-chan, you're the only one who refuses my kisses. Anyone in here would pay to be in your place” Oikawa snorted, and Iwaizumi smiled. He knew it, and that pleased him. He shows all the assholes they couldn't have Tooru. Well, neither could he, but that was another matter.
“Yes, because nobody knows you,” he said flatly as he stood up from his seat, and Oikawa snorted.
“You're ruining all my evenings. It's not right."
“If you wanna date someone, ask them out on a date instead of making up this shit just to please your ego.”
“If I have so many admirers and I don't know how to choose, I have to invent a method,” Oikawa said.
“Hearing you talk makes me wanna punch you.”
“You are so mean. Not only do you not let me choose who to go out with by beating everyone, but you also refuse a date with me,” Oikawa said. Iwaizumi knew Oikawa was clearly joking, but he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat at the thought of a date with Oikawa.
“If you have to choose someone, why not choose the second best after Iwaizumi?” Hanamaki interjected, and Oikawa got thoughtful, while Iwaizumi glared at them. It was a bad, bad idea. A challenge was a challenge, what the fuck, why would Oikawa date the second winner? It didn't make any sense. Iwaizumi was looking for a way to say it without showing all his jealousy and all his frustration, but Matsukawa burst out laughing.
“So Ushijima?”
Oikawa blanched, and shook his head vigorously.
“Whoever dates me has to be up to it, if he can't beat this brute, he doesn't deserve me,” he said patting Iwaizumi's shoulder. Hajime nearly choked on the drink at his words. He just wished it was really true, because if it were, Iwaizumi selfishly wouldn't let anyone date Tooru.
“Admit it Oikawa, you just want to hang out with Iwaizumi,” Hanamaki said with a chuckle. Iwaizumi snorted at the teasing, he didn't like it when jokes veered towards his possibly crushing on his friend. Then Oikawa tightened his grip on Hajime’s bicep.
Iwaizumi whirled around, feeling his face heat up as he realized that Oikawa was actually squeezing his muscles without any restraint. What the fuck? Oikawa was also looking at him with a hungry look, which made Iwaizumi's heart beat faster.
“Mh, it shouldn't be bad to go out with the absolute winner in arm wrestling, right?” Tooru asked with a mischievous smile, and Iwaizumi felt his stomach twist in an emotion that was too dangerous.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled, hoping no one notice how much his whole body was on fire.
"Unfortunately, his brutality ruins everything," Oikawa sighed dramatically, and Iwaizumi punched him in the shoulder.
“Stop annoying me,” he growled, and thankfully Oikawa let go.
“I told you!” the boy exclaimed to Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who looked at each other with an expression that Iwaizumi didn't understand. It didn't matter though, the important thing was for Oikawa to stop being an idiot, so Iwaizumi hit him again.
***
Another party, another challenge. Iwaizumi was starting to hate those stupid parties. He only kept participating because he was afraid that Oikawa would actually end up kissing someone in his absence, and he absolutely wanted to avoid it. Especially if the asshole turned out to be Terushima, who started pestering them as soon as they entered the bar.
"Hey! I bet today is my lucky day!” Terushima exclaimed, winking at Oikawa, who giggled in response.
“We'll see, just know that I want nothing less than a winner,” he said, and Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. Before they could get to the bar and order a drink another guy stopped them, and he started talking to Oikawa. Iwaizumi snorted a bit, it was clear that the boy just wanted to get into his friend’s pants and it was really starting to get on his nerves.
He was about to tell Shittykawa to move but at that moment he felt himself grabbed by the shoulders and Hanamaki and Matsukawa, one to his right and one to his left, dragged him towards the bar.
“We need to let you taste a drink,” Hanamaki said.
“Uh, absolutely not,” Iwaizumi said quickly.
"Why not?"
“Because all the drinks you let me taste are disgustingly sweet or disgustingly disgusting and if they were good, I wouldn't trust you because surely you would have put pills in them just to make a fool of me,” he said.
"What trust," Matsukawa commented.
“We're quite saddened to hear you say that,” Hanamaki continued, and Iwaizumi glared at them as he was dragged towards the bar.
"I assure you that you will like this drink, just taste it," Hanamaki said. “If you don't like it, I'll drink it. Hey, bartender!” the friend waved his arms, and Iwaizumi tried not to feel embarrassed by the scene that Hanamaki was making. Luckily, he was already used to being surrounded by idiots, so it was easy.
Hanamaki orders three of the same drinks, and when they arrived Iwaizumi tasted it. He was pleasantly surprised at the flavor. It wasn't sweet, and it wasn't disgusting. It was a bit bitter, the way he liked it and Hanamaki smirked when Iwaizumi admitted that he liked it.
“I knew it,” he said.
“How about a game of poker?” Matsukawa asked, and Iwaizumi frowned.
“I don't wanna gamble for money.”
“Then let's do strip poker.”
"Absolutely not."
“Come on, let's play poker with no money.”
“It doesn't even make sense,” Iwaizumi grunted, and turned to look for Oikawa, having lost sight of him.
“Okay, how about billiards then?” Hanamaki said, and Iwaizumi became more interested.
"Mh, okay. Let's also call Oikawa, so I can beat him,” he said.
“Yes, we'll call him later. Hey Yahaba, Watari! Do you wanna join?” he called. The two boys nearby glanced at each other and then nodded, and in a short time Iwaizumi found himself at the pool table with Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Yahaba, Watari and Kyoutani – who for some strange reason had joined the party.
They took turns playing pair against pair, Iwaizumi with Watari, Hanamaki with Matsukawa, and for some reason Yahaba with Kyoutani, even though the latter fought all the time. If at first Iwaizumi wondered where Oikawa was and why the idiot didn't join, then he got distracted from the game, and became competitive.
Especially against Kyoutani, who seemed to want to beat him at any cost.
“One more time,” Kyoutani said after the umpteenth loss. "And this time, work hard," he said to Yahaba, who seemed to want to stick the billiard stick in an eye.
“Um. It would be our turn,” Hanamaki said, but Kyoutani pushed him aside.
“I want a fucking rematch.”
“Ah, let him play,” Matsukawa said, and Kyoutani smiled satisfied at Iwaizumi.
“I'll beat you,” he said with conviction.
“You can try,” Iwaizumi smiled, taken in by the challenge. Yahaba moaned, while Watari seemed to be having the most fun. Hanamaki and Matsukawa walked away, and returned shortly after with more drinks for everyone. Iwaizumi took a long drink, and laughed when he saw Kyoutani getting angry because he couldn't win.
“It's all your fault,” he said to Yahaba, who frowned at him.
“You're the one who knocked the white ball down with your aggression,” Yahaba growled.
“And you strike like a sissy.”
“At least my shots are accurate,” Yahaba snapped.
Meanwhile Iwaizumi high-fived Watari, and kept drinking from his drink, until Yahaba and Kyoutani finally stopped arguing.
"Then play alone, let’s see if you can win," said Yahaba, exasperated.
“Well, me against you, Iwaizumi,” Kyoutani said, and Iwaizumi glanced at Watari, who nodded.
"Okay," Hajime said then, finishing his drink and starting a new game. Their friends just stared at them, and Iwaizumi barely noticed that his glass was continually refilled every time he emptied it. It wasn't until he accidentally nearly potted the white ball that he realized he was feeling a little dizzy.
“Shit,” Kyoutani said. "Shit, it was close and I would have won."
“You don't win because you keep being too violent,” Yahaba said nearby.
“Shut up,” Kyoutani commanded, and hit the balls. Three went into the hole, but one of them was the white one and Kyoutani in frustration slammed the stick on the ground.
“Don't spoil it or we'll have to pay for it!” Yahaba scolded.
“I said shut up!”
Iwaizumi laughed, and even though he already felt dizzy, he didn't think and finished his drink in one gulp. Which maybe wasn't a good idea, but he felt gassed by his recent victories against Kyoutani.
"Where’s Oikawa?" he asked Hanamaki, who smiled amused. Iwaizumi thought he was smiling because he staggered a bit, and punched him not really hard in the shoulder. “Don't kid me, you're worse when you're drunk,” he said, and Hanamaki laughed again.
“Oikawa is there. Apparently, he's going to have a date tonight,” he smiled.
"Huh?" Iwaizumi asked, confused.
“I think with Terushima,” Matsukawa continued. “He has won them all so far.”
"Like hell he'll have it," Iwaizumi said, not really thinking about what he was saying, and he staggered over to the usual corner where arm-wrestling was. Matsukawa wasn't lying, Terushima was beating a boy.
Iwaizumi scrolled his gaze, and saw Oikawa sitting partway chatting happily with Sugawara, probably bragging about his whole life. How annoying. He was even more annoying right now, with the hot lights shining on just the best side of him making him look even more handsome than usual. Iwaizumi was sure Oikawa put himself in that position intentionally.
“Oi!” Iwaizumi called, and Oikawa turned away. As soon as he saw him, he beamed.
"Iwa-chan, where were you?"
Iwaizumi staggered between the tables before reaching him.
“Beating Kyoutani at billiard,” he said and Oikawa laughed.
“Ahh, have you reasserted your leadership like a wolf pack does, Iwa-chan?” he mocked, and Iwaizumi glared at him.
“You're so stupid,” he said flatly, and Oikawa pouted in an adorable way. Shit, Iwaizumi would really kiss him all. His stupid grin and his stupid face and his stupid, stupid lips.
Lips that curled up in a smug smile.
“You know Iwa-chan, they're fighting for me again. They never get tired. Indeed, today, since you are not participating, everyone takes it much more seriously. I am very desired,” he said pointing to the boys. Iwaizumi turned annoyed, and especially observed Terushima, who had just beaten a boy.
“Who said I'm not participating?” he grunted, and saw Sugawara smile for some unknown reason.
“Iwa-chan, for once let me have a date with a handsome boy. If you screw up this competition too, I really won't be able to choose who to date,” Oikawa complained.
"That's your business," Iwaizumi said as he pushed his way through the people. He sat down right in front of Terushima, and readied his arm to fight against him. Terushima smiled.
“You know, every time you join, it seems like you're attracted to your friend,” he said amused. The urge to smash his face was even stronger.
“I just wanna get that stupid smile off your face,” he said, the alcohol not letting the words filter through. Terushima laughed.
“Because you are jealous of Oikawa?” he said and Iwaizumi frowned.
“No, because you're fucking annoying,” he said, and it was true. What Terushima said about his jealousy was also true, but no matter how much Iwaizumi drank, he knew what to say and what not to say. Though maybe he shouldn't have been so mean to Terushima. Not that Iwaizumi cared, the asshole deserved it, and he deserved to be put in his place.
“And I am annoying because I flirt with your friend?”
“No. Shut up and beat me if you can."
“Shit, you're drunk,” Terushima laughed, and Iwaizumi felt really desperate to headbutt him in the face and knock him off his chair. He didn't though, because he was sure he would fall too as the alcohol was starting to make him dizzy, and he waited for Kuroo to kick off.
Like all the other times Iwaizumi won, even though he was drunk and less focused, and it took him longer while he felt very stoned. Shit. Maybe he really had drunk too much.
"Who’s next?" he asked, and saw some boys muttering among themselves as they decided who would go.
Iwaizumi noticed Oikawa approaching, and a few seconds later his friend was standing behind him with his arms resting on his shoulders. Iwaizumi heard Tooru's voice directly in his ear as shivers ran through his skin and Iwaizumi just felt like turning around and making their lips meet.
“Iwa-chan, I really want to go on a date tonight. Can you pretend to lose, or give up? Go ahead and beat the blond, I don't like him, but let one of the two dark-haired wins. It doesn't matter who, I just want a date, huh?” he whispered, and all the annoyance bombed back.
“Get off,” Iwaizumi said.
“Did you listen to me?”
“Yeah, and I don't give a shit,” Iwaizumi said as he shook him roughly. Oikawa snorted.
“I have the worst friend in the world. You're supposed to be my sidekick, you know that?"
“Are you my sidekick? I don't think so,” Iwaizumi grunted as the blonde boy finally made up his mind and sat down in front of him.
“I would help you if you asked me. Of course, you're also a lost case, so I don't have much to work with, you know…” Oikawa's voice began to get annoying, but Kuroo ignored it and started the match. Iwaizumi hesitated a bit at first because the alcohol and Oikawa were distracting him, and Oikawa noticed it and approached again.
“I said no to the blond one, Iwa-chan. Do you listen to me when I talk to you? I don't like him,” he said softly, and that distracted Hajime even more and his arm went down.
"Uooo, maybe we'll have a new winner," Kuroo yelled. People became more interested, and Iwaizumi noticed the boy in front of him frowning in concentration. He kept hearing Oikawa's annoying voice, and it was distracting him too much, but when he heard Hanamaki yell something about how Oikawa would finally get a date, Iwaizumi pulled himself together and with a snap he didn't know what force it came from, slapped the hand of the boy on the table.
“Shit,” he said, and Iwaizumi let out a small sigh. Shit, that night was going badly, he was too drunk for arm wrestling.
“I thought you were losing on purpose,” Oikawa sighed in relief.
“I never lose on purpose. You're the one bothering me,” Iwaizumi grunted. Then it was the turn of the other two boys, and then after the victory of one of the two it was again his turn, the final one. Oikawa had whispered to him the whole time that he wanted to go out with the beefy one, but that he hoped it wasn't a brute like him, and then he had digressed saying that perhaps he deserved better than a guy who won only because Iwaizumi would give up. Then he had started talking about himself again – really Hajime wasn't surprised – and all that talk had only put Iwaizumi in a bad mood.
Why did Oikawa also want to go out on a date? He didn't even like the boy, he just wanted to hang out to pass the time!
Kuroo initiated the match, and Iwaizumi quickly found himself at a disadvantage as Oikawa distracted him. That fucking annoying friend really needed someone to shut him up, and if Iwaizumi wasn't taken by the challenge, he would have done it himself. But, well, now he couldn't.
“We can see you're drunk, we've discovered Iwa-chan's weakness. If we make him drink, he will even lose against Mad Dog-chan” Oikawa commented.
“Oi, asshole!” the person concerned yelled.
Iwaizumi hoped Kyoutani would kick him. Oikawa was fucking distracting him, and his fucking useless chatter didn't stop.
“I think after today your position as 'king of arm wrestling' will end. You will no longer be the wildling king, Iwa-chan.”
God how fucking annoying Oikawa was.
“I would tell you not to worry, but unfortunately you will have to do it with your face. If before you could win admirers with your strength, now you can't even rely on that anymore. I'm actually a little sorry for you."
Iwaizumi at another time would have told him to shut the fucking mouth, but he was drunk and couldn't concentrate on two things at the same time. And like hell he would let Tooru go out with that guy, that Iwaizumi didn't even know who he was.
He managed to slowly bring his hand back to halfway, and then slowly lower his opponent's hand.
“Oh no, you will win again. Iwa-chan, be a good friend, let me date someone."
“Like hell I'll do it,” Iwaizumi thought, and finally managed to knock down his opponent's arm.
Everyone murmured a collective 'no', having hoped for a new winner.
"Well, your legend doesn't end there, Iwaizumi," Kuroo laughed. Iwaizumi rubbed his wrist, grunting a sort of thanks, while Oikawa snorted loudly.
“And even today I don't kiss anyone! You really are a terrible friend,” he said over the top dramatic, and Iwaizumi was starting to get enough of all the nagging from him. If he wanted a date, he could have asked someone like a normal person. But no, he wouldn't, because he was Oikawa Tooru and he wanted all the attention on himself and was so fucking annoying in everything he did.
“You know, I'm thinking that the purpose of your existence is just to ruin my life and my possible dates, which is ridiculous, because one would think that only a hot guy could do that. But no, it's you, the brute and..."
"Oh what the fuck, do you want a kiss?" Iwaizumi snapped in exasperation, and he didn't think. He really didn't think as he grabbed Oikawa by the shirt, pulling him violently against him and their lips collided.
He didn't think, because if he thought he definitely wouldn't have kissed Oikawa in front of all their friends, he sure wouldn't have done it in such a ridiculous way – Oikawa staggered from the force and practically fell on top of him – and it definitely wouldn't have taken a few seconds too much on his friend's lips wanting to take more than he could.
When his brain started working again, they parted, and Iwaizumi stared in shock at Oikawa, suddenly feeling all of his awareness rush into him. Silence had fallen around them and, shit. Oikawa was completely speechless, his cheerful and flirtatious expression gone, his eyes widening and his face all red. At least he was finally silent.
Shit. What the fuck had he done?
“Well, if that isn't great!” Hanamaki yelled, and soon cheers arose from all their friends, as Iwaizumi let go of Oikawa's shirt, feeling sweaty hands and burning body. Oikawa was still silent, which was fucking weird because usually Tooru always managed to downplay somehow.
That was probably too much. Iwaizumi had crossed the line of their friendship, and now things were going to get fucking weird, and Iwaizumi would also have to come up with a believable excuse as to why he kissed him. He could blame the alcohol. It would work.
But not at that moment. Right now, Iwaizumi felt his throat dry, his cheeks burning and his hands wet with sweat. He got up from his chair and made his way through the people without saying a word, leaving the club as quickly as possible. When he was out, he leaned against the wall, sighing deeply and feeling the cold air penetrate his skin.
“Shit,” he cursed. "Fuck, fuck" he repeated, putting his hands to his face, which he felt burning with embarrassment. He absolutely had to find a way to fix everything. If there was any. But he had to, or he would no longer have the courage to look his friend in the eye.
“What the fuck did I do?”
“Well, you kissed me,” said a voice to his right, and Iwaizumi jumped. He took his hands away from his face and glanced at Oikawa, who still had noticeably red cheeks, even in the dark. And again, he was stupidly beautiful and Iwaizumi wanted to kiss him even more. Now that he'd experienced what it was like to kiss those sweet, soft lips, he wanted to do it again, only better.
"I'm fucking drunk," Iwaizumi said, hoping Oikawa wouldn't ask him anything else and would settle for that ridiculous explanation.
“Yeah um… you really are,” Oikawa said nervously scratching the back of his neck. Iwaizumi snorted.
"I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Um, I don't really know what came over me,” he muttered, not knowing what else to say.
Oikawa turned to him and caught his eye, and Iwaizumi couldn't resist and lowered it to his feet. Shit. What the fuck was he thinking? And he couldn't even pretend like nothing happened, because literally all of their friends had seen it. Hanamaki and Matsukawa would never let him live that.
“Maybe you wanted to kiss me?” Oikawa said, sounding more uncertain than Iwaizumi was used to. Usually, Oikawa said those things to brag about his popularity, not for… Iwaizumi didn't even know why his friend was asking.
"I don’t know. I'm just drunk,” Iwaizumi grunted as he continued to look at the toes of his shoes.
“Right,” Oikawa muttered, and an awkward silence fell. Iwaizumi continued to stare undeterred at the ground, and when he finally looked up, he noticed Oikawa staring sadly at the road ahead of them. Iwaizumi began to feel uneasy, because he didn't understand what was going on. Maybe Oikawa had noticed his feelings and was now afraid that their friendship would be ruined? Shit, why had he kissed him? It had been such a stupid thing to do. He was desperately looking for something to say to resolve all of this but Tooru got ahead of him.
“You know, I liked to think that you joined those challenges because you were jealous and didn't want anyone to go out with me,” Oikawa said after a while, and Iwaizumi looked at him confused.
"Huh?"
Oikawa laughed a little, clearly embarrassed, as he looked up at the sky, the stars reflecting in his eyes.
“I like you, Hajime. I've been doing this for quite a while, and I like to think about what it would be like if you reciprocated my feelings. I like to imagine that you are jealous and that you join those fights just to kiss me and date me, but instead you always push me away and when you finally kiss me… I don't know. I don't know what to think, really."
Iwaizumi gaped at him, wondering if it was a hallucination due to some drug that those idiots Hanamaki and Matsukawa had slipped into his drinks. But Iwaizumi didn't feel strange, suddenly he felt sober, and the cold that penetrated his arms made him feel more sober than he had been before joining the party. Oikawa laughed nervously.
“I guess you're really just drunk, and now you feel even more uncomfortable that you kissed me. Well, it's not like it has to change anything, you know. I'm always your friend, just because I like you doesn't mean we can't be who we are now. I can get less close, and if there's something that makes you uncomfortable you can tell me without problems, I just want you to..."
“What if I do?” Iwaizumi snapped, Oikawa turned to him in confusion.
“Um… do what?”
“What if I am jealous of you? If…” Iwaizumi swallowed nervously. "I want to kiss you?"
Oikawa's eyes widened.
"Do you want?"
"You?"
“Hajime, I literally confessed to you,” Oikawa said, a lovely blush filling his cheeks. Iwaizumi nodded. It was true. Shit, Oikawa had confessed to him.
"I do."
"Huh?" it was Oikawa's turn to look at him confused.
“God, you are so stupid. Don't make me tell you,” Iwaizumi complained, feeling himself on fire. He wasn't good with words, like, not at all. Oikawa looked at him silently, quivering with anticipation and hope, and Iwaizumi decided to do it again.
He awkwardly placed his hands on Oikawa's hips and approached, tilting his head as he rested his lips against his friend's, less violently than before. He felt Oikawa tremble under his grip, but then Tooru's lips moved against him, softly, sweetly, and a little uncertain. They parted for a moment, looking at each other in amazement and embarrassment, and then it was Oikawa who pushed against him, running his hands through Hajime’s hair, and Iwaizumi let him.
The third kiss was less violent than the first but more than the second, and when they parted again, they both caught their breath in each other's space. And then they were kissing again, lips searching and noses colliding, Iwaizumi's hands getting more secure as he held Oikawa close to him as he had always wanted. Oikawa's hands playing with his hair, their bodies moving closer and closer as if they wanted to stay as close as possible without even a space between them.
And for Iwaizumi it was, and fucking now he thought that kissing Oikawa had been the best choice of his life.
Because now the kisses were becoming more, neither of them wanted to part, and at one point Iwaizumi felt Oikawa nibbling on his lower lip, opening his mouth, and the kiss became wetter.
Iwaizumi felt himself on fire and reciprocated greedily, feeling his head spin and stomach twist, and he was sure he wouldn't make it out alive because it was so good, and if it was a hallucination due to those two idiots Makki and Mattsun he was going to kill them and…
“Wow” Oikawa whispered as he pulled away, resting his forehead against Hajime’s, and Iwaizumi opened his eyes, looking at the friend so beautiful even though he was so close to him and even though he could see all the smallest imperfections on his face.
“You're so beautiful,” Iwaizumi said, and Oikawa blushed hard. He put his hands to his embarrassed face as he walked away.
“Shit, Iwa-chan, you can't say things like that,” he said, and Iwaizumi felt embarrassed. Had he really just said it out loud? And Oikawa was really embarrassed and wasn't saying something like 'I know'? It had to be a dream, there was no way.
Oikawa shyly took his hands away from his face, and smiled in the most adorable way Iwaizumi had ever seen.
“I thought you knew that,” Iwaizumi grunted. “You keep repeating that every day.”
“Obviously I know,” Oikawa defended himself. “It's just… hearing it from you is different,” he said awkwardly, before chuckling both amused at the situation and embarrassed. Iwaizumi laughed as he pushed Oikawa against the wall.
“You are so stupid.”
“You too,” Oikawa laughed.
"Yes, not as much as you."
“No, you are not as beautiful as me. But you're close,” Oikawa smiled, returning his shit-eating grin, and Iwaizumi felt himself on fire.
“W-what?” he stammered, and Oikawa laughed.
“Now you know what I mean,” he said and Iwaizumi punched him lightly on the shoulder.
“Shittykawa.”
“Mh. I confessed, Iwa-chan. You should too, if you want to date me” Tooru smirked, and God he was so fucking hot that Hajime really would, if only he knew how.
"Like Hell I have to do it, you owe me a date," he said instead, and Oikawa’s mischievous smile changed to a blinding smile of pure joy that made Hajime's heart stammer.
“I owe you seven, don't I?” he asked, and Iwaizumi smiled softly.
“Actually, you’re right.”
"Mh, so you were participating in the challenge because you didn't want to see me go out with anyone?" Oikawa asked smugly, mischief spreading over his face again, and Iwaizumi felt new warmth reaching his face.
“Would it be that bad?” he grunted, not being able to lie.
"No, that would be great."
“So I did, Shittykawa.”
"Mh, you can't say things like that and then insult me, that's not nice," Oikawa said without a bite. He actually had a huge smile on his face.
“I can,” Iwaizumi retorted as Oikawa wrapped his arms around his neck. Iwaizumi let himself be carried away, wanting to kiss Oikawa for a long time. “You are stupidly beautiful.”
“Does that even mean something?” Oikawa laughed.
"Yes, you are beautiful, but your stupidity ruins everything."
“Maybe you meant that I'm so beautiful that I make everyone around me stupid,” Oikawa retorted. Iwaizumi thought about it for a while and then nodded.
“Yes, it can be interpreted that way too,” he said and Oikawa blushed as he tried not to look embarrassed, not too successfully.
"That would make you stupid too, Iwa-chan," he said. Iwaizumi snorted, but didn't answer.
"Tooru" he said seriously, and as he mentioned his name, he saw Oikawa widen his eyes and look at him full of expectation. Hajime really could have died under that gaze so full of affection, and he realized that his friend was waiting for a confession of love, but that hadn't been Hajime's goal, who didn't even know how to confess in the first place. “Put that stupid challenge to an end.”
Disappointment quickly formed in Oikawa's expression, and he snorted dramatically.
“Is this your way of confessing? It sucks, Hajime. It really sucks,” he pouted.
“Uh, I'm not good at this,” Hajime complained. “And it wasn't supposed to be a confession. I just want you to put an end to that stupid challenge, which has now become useless” he added, annoyed.
“I deserve a romantic confession!” Oikawa exclaimed plaintively. “One of those movie tearjerkers, not 'stop this stupid challenge'.”
"Fine, then go out with me," Hajime snapped.
"What? This one sucks even more than the previous one.”
"You're so fucking annoying," Hajime huffed. “Stop embarrassing me, I proved you what I want, I don't need to say it.”
“But I need to hear it. I need to hear from you that you like me,” Oikawa whimpered.
“Uh, you don't. You already have a huge ego anyway” Hajime snorted. Oikawa glared at him, but then he gave up.
“Fine, for now I'm satisfied. But sooner or later you'll have to tell me,” he decided and Iwaizumi nodded, moving closer again and kissing him against the wall, the only thing he wanted to do at the moment. Oikawa reciprocated immediately, parting his lips and Iwaizumi kissed him as if it was the only thing he wanted to do, which, it actually was. But then he walked away, remembering something.
"But put an end to that stupid challenge, okay?"
“Uh, you're so jealous. Maybe I won't put an end to that stupid challenge until you tell me how much you like me, Iwa-chan” Oikawa teased, and Iwaizumi got nervous. But then he kissed him again, pushing him against the wall.
“I like you so much, you shit,” he huffed between kisses, and felt Oikawa smile against his lips.
“Mh, I like you too, Hajime” he chuckled. "Actually, I'm in love with you" he revealed a moment later in a low voice, and immediately Hajime kissed him harder, as if those words had caused internal chaos.
“I love you too, Tooru,” Hajime whispered, and feeling Oikawa tremble in his arms, he thought that maybe he could say it more often. He bit the boy's lower lip and clasped his hands on his hips, while Oikawa practically clung to him, as if afraid he'd run away from him. Which Iwaizumi would never do, because everything he wanted was there.
“Is that stupid challenge over now?” he asked as they parted to breathe.
“Don't ruin the moment, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa snorted as he chased his lips. "But yeah, it's over."