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"Ouch! Damn…" Iwaizumi brought his hand to his face after being hit again, leaving the court immediately.
"Iwa-chann! Are you leaving already? We're not done training yet!" Oikawa shouted from the other side, waving.
That idiot, had definitely done it on purpose, it wouldn't be the first time. "I'm done for today, I don't have much energy" He said, heading to the locker room.
It didn't take long for everyone else to finish as well, as they were very tired from the excessive training of the last few days. Even after the loss to Karasuno, a stumbling block that had stood in their way in the spring tournament to qualify for the world championships, everyone remained motivated, including the fans, cheering and chasing after Oikawa as they always did. Even so, Iwa left ahead of the others.
"Iwa-chan! Wait for me!" Oikawa called, walking toward him, causing Iwa to turn around with a scowl. "Ahh, you're even more grumpy than usual, what happened?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired" He replied, turning to keep walking.
Translation: he's irritated, Oikawa thought. "It wasn't because of that last shot, was it? It wasn't because I intended to" He followed suit, referring to the messed-up serve he'd made.
"So the others were?"
"That's not what I meant!" Oikawa whined, even though it might have been true. He would never admit it.
"Of course, but it's okay, it's not like I'm not used to it already. In fact, I get more irritated with people who get cheered on by little girls even in training" Iwaizumi said, giving him a deadly glare.
"Ahh, Iwa-chan, no need to be jealous, you should be proud to have a boyfriend as handsome as me" Oikawa hummed, making Iwa snort and walk briskly ahead.
Iwaizumi wasn't particularly talented, but he prided himself on his skill and ability to tolerate Oikawa, as they'd been playing together since elementary school. He was more childish than a toddler when he wanted to be, and Iwa wondered what he was thinking when he agreed to start a romantic relationship with him. Well, he remembered it well, actually, maybe he was thinking with the wrong head at the time.
"Don't ruuuun! I won't be able to keep up with you like this"
Iwa turned around, only to see him limping slightly. "What happened?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it just fell wrong after one of the serves, and now it's a little sobre" He reached for him, grabbing his arm for support. "So help me and don't run away from me, okay?"
When they got home, they decided to order something to eat, real food for a change. Afterwards, Iwa finished tidying the kitchen while Oikawa sprawled on the couch, his attention captured by his phone, or at least that's what he thought, since he heard him yell after him when he realized he'd finished tidying.
"Come here with me for a bit"
"You hogged the couch…"
"No problem, I'll put my feet in your lap"
"Oh, I see." Iwa rolled his eyes, but relented, taking the opportunity to grab the remote and search for something to watch on TV, his other hand resting on Oikawa's ankle.
The silence lingered between them for a few minutes, but of course, Oikawa would be the one to break it. "What are you doing?"
"Massage" Iwa replied, his fingers lightly squeezing Oikawa's left ankle. "Does it still hurt?"
"It's so good to see you care about me, Iwa-chan, I feel so important" Oikawa gave a smug smile.
"Tcs…" Iwa grumbled, making as if to get up.
"No, no, no, stay here" Oikawa held him up with his legs. "I'll take your massage, you can give me a foot massage too, okay?"
"Anything else, King?" Iwa asked sarcastically, making him laugh, but he quickly went back to massaging him.
He started at his ankle, squeezing, massaging, pressing, and spreading his fingers along the skin. It didn't take long before he began focusing on his heels, applying a little more firmness there. Then he moved up a bit, pressing the sides of his feet before moving his thumbs up and down the entire length of his soles.
Oikawa closed his eyes in bliss, letting out a long sigh, the perfect amount of pressure being applied to his tired muscles, completely relaxing him. His ankle no longer hurt, but even so, he realized how much he needed that massage after the last few exhausting days of training. He was completely relaxed, at least until he felt Iwa's thumbs begin to make gentle circles along his soles, making him shiver. "I-Iwa-chan.."
"Shhh" He warned, focused on the television.
Oikawa bit his lip, those light touches were tickling him, the sensations becoming more and more noticeable as the seconds passed. He didn't know if Iwa was doing it on purpose or not, but it wasn't long before he started kneading the soles of his feet.
"Be quiet" Iwa glanced at him, able to grasp his reactions and the situation this time. "Oh, why did you ask for a massage if you're so ticklish?"
Oikawa grumbled, grimacing. "It's just that you seemed so eager to touch my feet, so I decided to grant your wish"
"Oh, really? Let me touch them some more, then" He said, starting to finger them.
"Ahhhahahaha! W-Wait, Iwa-chahahahahahan!" Oikawa burst out laughing, immediately trying to pull his feet away from him.
But Iwa was faster, slinging one leg over his ankles to keep them still as he continued his attack. "What happened to all your smug posturing, huh?" He scoffed.
"Ahhahahahhahaha! T-That's not fahahahahair!" Oikawa squirmed, kneading his soles in defense.
But the attack backfired, as Iwa only ran faster and harder over the wrinkles forming on his feet. "Don't make things difficult…"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT!" Oikawa shook himself, turning around and burying his face in the sofa as he shook his feet as hard as he could.
"Shhh, don't be so loud, the neighbors will complain" Iwa said, unable to stop a smile from creeping across his lips as he slowed his pace.
He watched Oikawa catch his breath as he freed his legs and moved over him, kissing away the light blush that had taken over his cheeks.
Oikawa snorted. "How mean of you to take advantage of me while I'm hurt"
"Don't worry, you'll get over it"
Oikawa couldn't help but laugh. "Let me get back at you then" He took advantage of Iwa's position, straddling his waist, to reach out and dig his fingers into his ribs. "Huh?" He muttered, confused, when he didn't get a reaction.
"Tcs, tcs…" Iwa grabbed his wrists, holding one with his knee and pinning the other against the sofa above his head with his left hand. "You're being very annoying today, Tooru…"
"W-Wait!" Oikawa swallowed hard when he felt him poke his stomach.
"You deserve a punishment" Iwa finished, his fingers lightly climbing his boyfriend's sides.
"No, no, no, no, I'm going to die—hahahahahaha!" He laughed again when his ribs were hit, pursing his lips in retaliation.
"So dramatic and so difficult.. But I know very well how to deal with you, Shittykawa…" Iwa spoke, his fingers continuing to climb, dangerously close to his armpits.
"You're so mean, you like seeing me suffer…" He whimpered. "I'm sure none of those girls would treat me like that, Iwa-chan"
Iwa shot him another death glare, followed by a sinister smile. "Oh, really?"
Oikawa felt a shiver run down his spine, immediately regretting his words. "W-Wait, t-that's not what I meant—AHAHAHAHAHA! NO, NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He burst into another burst of laughter when he felt the fingers moving in his armpit.
Iwa knew he was sensitive, always poking him to keep him in line, but this was the first time he'd heard him laugh like that, and he was going to enjoy it a little longer. "Apologize"
"S-SOHOHOHOHORRY-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"It's hard to understand with you laughing like that, Tooru, try a little harder" Iwa said, not missing the opportunity to mock him.
Oikawa writhed in frustrated laughter, his hand desperately slapping against Iwa's knee, as if giving up a fight. "SORRY, I'M SORRYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE!"
As much as he was enjoying himself, Iwa knew when to stop, but he didn't let go of him, watching as he caught his breath and wiped a small trail of tears from his eyes.
"How cruel, Iwa-chan, I didn't know you were that sadistic" Oikawa said, only to hug himself when he saw his warning look again, expecting another attack. "B-But I deserved it, so it's okay"
"Even if you weren't, you'd get over it" Iwa bent down, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"Rude!" Oikawa whimpered again, grabbing him in a hug. "But you're really angry, aren't you? Tell me what happened" He kissed the top of his head.
"I'm not angry, just thoughtful. That game with Karasuno won't leave my mind, it was our last chance" He murmured.
"I know, I've thought about it a lot too…" Oikawa sighed. "But we still have some time ahead of us, so let's make the most of it" He smiled.
Iwa lifted her head to look at him. Oikawa was annoying, but when he smiled, he could be even worse. It turned out, it wasn't just the legions of girls and fans he charmed.