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It’s an ordinary night, really.
Oikawa walks home with Hajime after practice when he mentions yet another failed date of his. According to him, the reason she gave was he seemed preoccupied, and clearly had something— or someone— else on his mind.
“Again?” Hajime asks after Oikawa relays the news.
“Again,” Oikawa nods, shrugging. “She said I was too distracted. She’s right, anyway. I just feel like I’ve been waiting for— something,” He steals a quick glance at Hajime, but looks away before he can catch him.
Hajime never asks, really, about how these things go, because he doesn’t typically want to know. But before he can stop himself, he asks bluntly, “How d’you even romance someone then?” He looks down at his feet, and kicks at nothing. “If you’re still waiting for— whatever.”
“I’m waiting for…” Oikawa pauses, adjusting the strap of his bag as he stares at the ground. Under the cool blue of the night sky, he looks reflective, strangely unsure. Hajime was expecting spluttering and sure defensiveness. He’s unsure how to deal with a hesitant Oikawa right now, not when it’s about his love life of all subjects.
“For what?” Hajime prompts. “Spit it out, Shittykawa.”
“Well, do you want to see what I do?” Oikawa asks. He stops walking, right by the deserted park they used to play in growing up. He puts his hands in his pockets, cocking his head at him as he waits for Hajime’s response.
“See what?” Hajime goes for the safer route, his palms starting to feel a little sweaty. “You want to pull your moves on me? No way!”
“Clearly whatever I’m doing isn’t working,” Oikawa explains, gesturing toward the park’s entrance with his chin. “Maybe you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.”
Hajime glares at him suspiciously. “Is this another one of your games?”
“No, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” Oikawa assures, shrugging. “But it’s up to you.” There’s that nervous edge to his voice again, Hajime notes, and he frowns. Maybe he thinks Hajime is grossed out, or something.
Still, he’s tempted to deny him. That way Oikawa never has to know about Hajime’s feelings, and Hajime can continue to love Oikawa secretly. He’s been doing a great job of it so far, anyhow.
But Oikawa’s face falls as the silence drags on, and suddenly Hajime can’t find it within himself to say no.
“Fine,” he blurts, swallowing hard as his own nerves swoop in his gut. “But don’t you dare slobber all over me, Oikawa, or I’ll punch you in the nuts.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Oikawa mutters, a strange note in his voice as he walks alongside him. They stop next to a tree, shaded and well-placed for privacy, and Hajime leans against it for support.
“How the hell do you start then,” Hajime furrows his brow, his heart lodged in his throat.
“At the end of the night, after the date ends?” Oikawa pulls him in by the wrist until they’re only inches apart, looming over him while Hajime looks up, waiting. “I’d start with…”
He reaches to tuck a strand of spiky dark hair behind Hajime’s ear, caressing the curve of his cheek in one fell swoop. Hajime leans into the touch just a little, his lids drooping lazily under Oikawa’s heavy stare, but he stutters back once he realizes what he’s done.
“Is it working, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa murmurs, watching the flood of pink slowly bloom on Hajime’s cheeks.
“Not on your life,” Hajime mumbles softly while scowling a little. Oikawa doesn’t buy it for a minute. Iwa-chan forgets, sometimes, how honest his face is and has always been.
“When someone reacts the way you just did,” Oikawa tells him, “Is when I ask, can I kiss you— here?” He rubs the pad of his thumb back and forth on his left cheek, right on his small brown birthmark.
“Well, do it,” Hajime challenges. “If that’s what you’d normally do.”
“Alright,” Oikawa whispers, and he presses his lips close enough to Hajime’s mouth that he can feel his little intake of breath against his cheek right as he makes contact with his skin.
“After that?” Hajime grumbles as he pulls away, quiet next to his ear.
“If they liked it,” Oikawa says carefully, still hovering, their faces too close for him to look him in the eye, “I’d do it again.”
“Fine,” Hajime says, too quickly, and Oikawa kisses the corner of his mouth, soft and slow. Hajime tilts his chin higher, flaming red and wanting.
“And again,” Oikawa continues, his hot breath trailing against his mouth.
“Yeah,” Hajime breathes, and Oikawa presses a lingering kiss on the other corner.
“And if it goes well—“ Oikawa knits his fingers in Hajime’s hair to tilt his face even higher, eyes tracing the lean column of Hajime’s throat before he lingers right over his parted lips. “I’d ask—“
“Do it,” Hajime blurts, his eyes blazing something fierce as his eyes flick back and forth between Oikawa’s dark stare and his mouth.
“You want me to?” Oikawa demands right back, leaning in so close their noses brush together, a little desperate as he clutches Hajime’s collar. “You’d let me?”
“I swear, if you don’t I’ll—”
Oikawa decides then and there that he’s not going to kiss him how he’d kiss just anyone, how he has kissed everyone he’s ever kissed. If he has this chance to kiss Hajime— his best friend, the love of his life— then, yes.
He’s going to kiss him until he breaks.
He kisses Hajime hungrily, messily, letting the truth of his feelings flood into his veins as he licks into his mouth, yanking at his hair to get him closer. Hajime kisses back, tugging on his lower lip with sharp, unrelenting teeth, hands harshly gripping the small of his back.
“That’s how you kiss your dates?” Hajime asks when their lips finally part, his tone both disbelieving and breathless. “On the first one?”
“That’s how I’d kiss you,” Oikawa admits. “If we ever went on one.”
“Huh,” Hajime knocks his head back into the damp wood of the tree. His head is still spinning and his mouth is still tingling; he's not sure what to make of all this, but his tongue feels loose enough to admit the truth. “Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d date you if you kissed me like that.”
“Well, lucky for me,” Oikawa says, smiling, “I don’t want to date anyone else except you.”