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"You’re not hiding that well."
Daichi hadn’t heard Kuroo approach, his gaze lost on Suga.
The latter was laughing nearby, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with mischief as always. It would have been the perfect view—if only Oikawa Tooru would keep his hands to himself.
You see, it was one of those end-of-year parties people often throw to celebrate the end of the season. Since Nationals, with countless training camps and the addition of numerous group chats, Daichi's former rivals—now friends—had been trying to seize every opportunity to spend more time together, which he really appreciated.
Even though these meet ups sometimes included people he liked a little less. He hadn’t had anything against Oikawa—until that night. Now, seeing him glued to his best friend, his perception of the boisterous man had changed.
Though Daichi could understand him. Suga had always been beautiful, but that evening he seemed especially radiant, the weight of exams and Nationals finally lifted from his shoulders. He looked so relaxed, so delighted.
So, he, too, would have wanted to hold on to a little bit of that light, if he could.
But he couldn’t, and maybe that was why he wasn’t as calm as his dear friend. Daichi was too distracted by Oikawa Tooru placing his hands on Suga’s shoulders again (!)—always touching, always giggling—to relax.
He. Did. Not. Like. This.
But he actually thought he was hiding it pretty well—until Kuroo’s chuckles beside him reminded him he had failed miserably.
"You’ve been glaring at Oikawa all night, man. You look so pissed that people are starting to worry—just look at how scared Yachi is!"
Daichi tried to relax his shoulders and turned to give Yachi a reassuring smile, but she still seemed so frightened that guilt began to creep in.
It must have shown on his face.
"You wanna talk about it?" Kuroo asked, nudging Daichi’s shoulder with his own.
"I’m okay."
Daichi fought to keep his expression neutral but failed when he noticed Oikawa’s fingers still resting on Suga’s nape.
"Clearly," Kuroo said, handing him another beer. Daichi took it without looking, too focused on Oikawa’s fingers now tracing the roots of Suga’s silky hair.
Any other day, Daichi probably would have confessed the weight of his unrequited feelings to his friend, but not today.
Because it was go time.
Despite Kuroo’s warnings, Daichi jumped to his feet, no plan in mind. He saw red as Oikawa’s other hand now grazed Suga’s jaw.
Daichi couldn’t stand another minute watching Oikawa flirt with his… best friend. Yeah, maybe he had no right to interfere, but the urge was becoming too strong to ignore.
"Hey, Dai. You okay?" Suga asked as Daichi slid next to him, their shoulders and arms brushing.
He took a breath, trying not to make a fool of himself.
"Yeah... it’s just boring without you," he muttered, the weight of his anger evident in his tone. But at least Oikawa had stepped back a little.
Maybe he should’ve said something else, something funnier or lighter… Yet Suga didn’t seem to mind, grinning back at him.
God, Daichi felt himself blush under Suga’s attention. He knew Suga could read him like a book and couldn’t hide what was eating at him for long. But for now, neither said anything, and Daichi just wanted to drink in the way Suga glowed under the low light, how his red cheeks made his beauty mark stand out. He was... truly magnificent.
"Why didn’t you come up here sooner?" Suga finally mused.
Daichi chuckled, hiding behind his beer. He could almost believe Suga was flirting with him, but Suga flirted with so many people that it was hard to tell if it was real. This time, though, he wished it was.
Since volleyball had ended, Daichi found himself thinking more and more about the possibility of them being together. The moment Suga started pulling away, preparing to leave for college, Daichi knew he wanted—needed—him close, even more than before.
"I wasn’t sure you wanted me to, but I hoped you did," he confessed quietly, briefly meeting the gaze of the big brown eyes studying him.
Suga let out a soft chuckle as he leaned closer.
"What if I told you... that was the plan all along?"
It took Daichi a moment to catch on, but he understood when he followed Suga’s gaze. Iwaizumi and Oikawa were locked in a similar conversation, in a corner of the room.
Daichi shook his head, a shy smile breaking through.
"I’d say you’re both evil then. You especially."
The culprit laughed, and Daichi swore it was his favorite melody. Then, Suga placed a hand on his chest, batting his eyelashes.
"But you like me."
Daichi sighed, feeling warmth spread through him. He responded, just as cheekily, "Sadly, I think I do."
"It’s great, because I do too," Suga whispered, leaning in even more.
Their lips met briefly; though it wasn’t long, it was soft, tender—everything Daichi had dreamed of.
Suga didn’t pull away.
"Will you finally ask me out, Sawamura Daichi? Or should I come up with another ruse..!?"
Daichi shut him up with another kiss. Suga laughed again, his face now crimson, just like his.
Daichi grabbed his hand and led him toward the exit.
"Let’s get out of here."
"Oh no, not the captain’s voice."
Daichi smirked, shaking his head.
"God, you’re trouble."
"Already regretting this?"
Daichi stopped, turning to face Suga fully. He glanced at their joined hands, then at Suga’s beaming smile and shining eyes, and admitted, "I’ve never been more sure of anything."
***
-An hour earlier, on the other side of the room-
Iwaizumi Hajime didn’t want to give Oikawa the upper hand, so all night, he pretended not to notice what was happening right in front of him—where his best friend, and if he were honest, his lifelong crush, was openly flirting with someone else.
Of course Iwaizumi minded. His blood boiled hearing Oikawa laugh at Suga’s jokes, his jaw tensed watching his fingers threading through Suga’s hair, and his fists clenched as Oikawa, even after hours, didn’t give a rat’s ass about his presence.
Not that he would ever tell a soul.
Iwaizumi resisted, even though his friend Makki had made it his personal mission to get him to confess.
"You’ll stare a hole through Oikawa’s head if you keep looking at him like that."
At his side, Mattsun cackled loudly.
"Leave me alone," Iwaizumi muttered through gritted teeth.
"But it’s so much fun seeing you worked up like this! Oikawa would love it," Makki admitted with a wink.
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at him before staring right back at the star setter.
"Well, he’s got better things to do, doesn’t he?"
He could play that card safely, Iwaizumi thought to himself. Oikawa had practically begged him to join the party, only to ignore him the moment they arrived. He had every right to be annoyed.
Yet, he—along with Makki and Mattsun—had been especially kind to Oikawa lately, ever since he announced he was leaving for Argentina. They all tried to soak up as much time with him as possible, particularly Iwaizumi, whose world, to put it mildly, had shattered when he first heard the news.
Though Oikawa’s decision wasn’t surprising at all, Iwaizumi had always been certain that he was destined for more. He’d known it was just a matter of time before his best friend spread his wings and aimed for something more—something that would leave him out of it. Oikawa was like a shooting star—barely visible here in Miyagi, but Iwaizumi was certain he would shine brightly under Argentina’s skies.
It was already a miracle that they had managed to stay tight-knit for so long. Iwaizumi had always thought he was lucky enough to share a bit of Oikawa’s spotlight, to grow alongside him, and to have the luxury of discovering every part of him over the years—the good and the bad.
And God, he loved all of him.
That was why it was so difficult to stay mad at him. Especially when he finally returned to them, after Daichi decided to break he and Suga apart.
Good for him.
"I told you he didn’t forget about us!" Makki said, just as Oikawa came into earshot.
For that remark, Iwaizumi nudged him hard as Oikawa raised an eyebrow.
"Don’t tell me you were worried!"
A devilish gleam flashed in Oikawa’s warm eyes when he finally turned to him for the first time that night.
"You wish," Iwaizumi growled.
"Aw, Iwa-chan!!"
The bastard had the nerves to act hurt.
"By the way, your boyfriend is kissing someone else."
Iwaizumi regretted his childish choice of words as all eyes turned to Suga and Daichi, now locked in a kiss. Oikawa’s face changed instantly with a mix of surprise, hurt, maybe even jealousy?!
He stared at them for a moment before plastering a fake smile on his face. Iwaizumi hated when he did that—when he hid his emotions, thinking no one would notice. But Iwaizumi did. He always did.
He knew Oikawa like the back of his hand, and he knew that Oikawa was hurt now that Suga was leaving with Daichi.
The slight tremble in his lips was proof enough, and of course, he couldn’t leave him like that.
"Time to go. I’m tired," Iwaizumi blurted out.
Makki and Mattsun, sensing his tone, quickly understood it was better not to follow.
Oikawa pouted—seriously, really?—but trailed after him, puppy eyes and all.
Once outside, Iwaizumi was the first to speak. He couldn’t hold it in for the entire walk home.
"How could you not know? They’re practically married, Shittykawa."
"I know that. I’m not dumb," Oikawa protested, his gaze fixed on the ground.
"So why were you...?"
Oikawa raised his chin, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
"Maybe you’re the dumb one!"
Iwaizumi scoffed, flabbergasted. He was about to retort when he noticed the tears in Oikawa’s eyes. That shut him up quickly. That sight had always been his weakness.
Oikawa hid his face in his hands as he muttered, "You were supposed to be jealous, to tell me how much you love me, how you’ll miss me, and how..."
Iwaizumi wasn’t sure he heard that right over his pounding heartbeat. Still, he tried to remove Oikawa’s hands from his face.
"Poutykawa, what the hell are you talking about?"
His tone softened—a gentle whisper that only Oikawa could draw from him. Oikawa blinked at him a few times before his gaze shifted to something fiery, determined—something that always made Iwaizumi’s knees weak just to look at.
Oikawa didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed him—delicately at first, then more intensely. Years of yearning poured into that kiss.
When Iwaizumi pulled back to catch his breath, he took in the sight of Oikawa—more beautiful than ever, with reddened lips, disheveled hair, and sparkling eyes.
He didn’t look necessarily happy, nor sad.
"I’ll leave soon," Oikawa finally said quietly, as if Iwaizumi could ever forget.
"I know. Doesn’t change how I feel about you," Iwaizumi whispered against his lips. "So let’s enjoy this while we can, instead of going through with your stupid plans."
Oikawa whined but kissed him back anyway, and man, Iwaizumi wouldn’t have it any other way.