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Basorexia.
From Latin bāsium (“kiss”) + ὄρεξις (órexis, “appetite”).
Basorexia is defined as an intense craving or obsession for kissing or being kissed.
“Mmm…” Oikawa hummed while watching his team practice. They were practicing serves, and the first-years were doing more than well, in his not-so-humble opinion.
He was on the bench that afternoon. Coach Mizoguchi punished him for a situation that happened the day before and had cost him his time at the club today. Basically, he had to be present for the entire practice, but he couldn't actually play; not even doing warm-ups.
“What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be happy by having a day off?” Matsukawa came to the bench to bother him.
"He's probably getting a bad influence from Kunimi lol" Hanamaki also makes an act of presence. The dynamic duo took a short break to drink water and, of course, talk to Oikawa.
"Mattsun, don't you understand how much pain I'm in?! I'm chained to this chair all day!" Oikawa responded irritated. He'd tried to sneak out earlier under the excuse of going to the bathroom, but was scolded. And not long ago, he went to pick up a ball that ended up falling near him; he was yelled at as a consequence.
"What the fuck you did yesterday?" Matsukawa asked curiously and began wiping his sweat with a towel. "I don't think it was a small thing considering the coach came to spend the entire practice today just to keep an eye on you."
"Nothing, nothing, I just stayed more time to practice-" Oikawa said, crossing his arms. "Ugh, I left my phone in my locker. Though..." His expression changed from annoyance to a more relaxed one. "It's not bad seeing you all from this perspective."
"Your staring is going to embarrass me, Captain" Hanamaki added in a higher-pitched voice, covering his face with his bottle of water.
“Haha, princess, don't say that” Oikawa looked at him with sparkles in his eyes, giving him a serene smile and looking at him with lowered eyelids. Roses and manga shojo bubbles started to appear in the scene.
"What’s the conversation?" Iwaizumi arrived at the small gathering and then saw Oikawa. He quickly looked away, still maintaining his main attention in them. "Whatever Oikawa did, it’s his fault one hundred percent"
"Hey, what do you mean by that?!" The brown-haired boy said, extending his leg to try and kick him, but failed.
"Whatever you did I know it’s true and needed a scolding" Iwaizumi admits, agreeing with the coach and avoiding another kick from Oikawa by moving quickly backwards. "This is still good for you, you need to maintain balance."
"What I need is to move my legs" Oikawa interrupted, a smile forming on his face at the same time as a vein representing annoyance.
The topic of conversation changed once Yahaba and Kunimi approached their superiors to ask something. Oikawa remained surprisingly quiet, listening as Iwaizumi advised them while Hanamaki and Matsukawa chimed in with their own opinions. It was comforting to be able to talk to their classmates, but the sound of the whistle alerted everyone, and they went to leave their thermoses and towels in their places to continue training, leaving Oikawa once again alone on the bench.
Watching and analyzing others was time Tooru wasn't going to consider entirely wasted, as that information would help him improve himself by adapting better to each person's unique style of play. Besides, it completely distracted him from thinking about the main reason he was punished in first place.
Meanwhile several schoolgirls were gossiping situated in the upstairs hallway that connected to the gym and had a full view of the courts.
"Oikawa hasn't noticed us at all..." The first girl said, resting her chin on her arms, which were perched on the railing. She and several of her friends had been present throughout the entire practice, waiting for their knight to send them a nod or even a glance.
"He seems sooo focused on the others today. I wish I were the target of his attention" another admitted, blushing, without taking her eyes off the captain.
"I can tell how he analyzes his teammates. He looks so handsome when he's serious!" A third spoke up while clapping excitedly.
The three girls had been talking for several minutes, but as soon as the break ended, they raised their voices, allowing almost everyone at practice to hear their comments about the captain.
Iwaizumi stared at Oikawa. The latter felt a heavy, sharp, and negative aura coming from his childhood friend. Oikawa did understand where his murderous gaze came from, but he played dumb, avoiding looking at him.
. . .
Practice was already over. With everyone on their way home, including the coach, Iwaizumi had taken longer than expected due to trouble finding where Hanamaki had hidden his uniform tie. It wasn't fun spending half an hour in the locker room rummaging through everything just to get it back into the deep end of the ball pit.
The locker room was filled with silence. The dark-haired man's shoes squeaked loudly, the only sound echoing throughout the hallway. He looked at his phone, and Oikawa had sent him a message saying he'd gone home without him.
"This idiot, tch, instead of helping me search."
Iwaizumi turned off the lights and wanted to head home. When suddenly, something else was heard coming from the gym. Was someone that stayed up so late? Or was it a burglar? Wait- A burglar!?
No, he was jumping to conclusions too quickly. He walked slowly toward the gym entrance. As soon as he got close enough, he noticed a light sticking out from under the doors. Someone was definitely there.
Trying not to make too much noise, he managed to peek through the door. He put his face close to the open space at the entrance and moved one of the doors just enough to get a decent look at what was happening.
“Haah… Ugh… Mmmm…”
What?
WHAT THE FUCK.
That was all Hajime thought about for a few seconds.
Iwaizumi stopped looking, turning to look at the dark hallways in search of an answer, desperate to clear his mind of nothingness. He returned to his original position, and no. He wasn't dreaming.
“Ah...! Yoi-chan... Mmm…”
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT????????????
Hajime thought with more force. His chin on the floor, somewhat disgusted and confused. Not because he was homophobic, but because he didn't expect to end his day listening to his lifelong best friend moaning
Oikawa was with a boy he recognized as Isagi Yoichi in a certainly compromising situation.
Iwaizumi knew the soccer player. Average height, dark blue hair bordering on black, and blue eyes. Oikawa had mentioned him often, and when he asked about him, he showed him various photos. It was as clear as crystal that they were up to something, but Iwaizumi couldn't put the pieces together.
Well, until now.
Oikawa was leaning against the wall, his hands tightly squeezing Isagi's entire back. Isagi, on the other hand, was the entire reason for his moans.
The blue-haired man had one of his hands gripping the brown-haired man's waist; with the other trying to get inside the taller man's shirt.
Isagi extended his right leg across Oikawa's legs, bringing his body closer to the other's. Oikawa began to move in and out slowly, rubbing his crotch against the football player's leg.
The volleyball player was a mess. He couldn't help but to show his desire for closeness as he moved his hands up and down in an attempt to feel Isagi. His body trembled just enough for him to notice.
Their lips would clash for a few seconds, moving too much, and coming away intermittently. There was a small trail of saliva every time they separated after trying to deepen the kisses.
They were both chasing an epiphany.
Especially Tooru, who was impatiently yearning to be devoured by Isagi.
They stopped kissing for a while just to recover and get used to the excitement of the moment. Isagi, sweating, took Oikawa's chin with his right hand and tilted him enough to bring his neck closer, where he placed multiple soft kisses.
Oikawa rested his chin on Isagi's shoulder, moaning shamelessly in response to the pleasure he was receiving. Despite his body temperature rising from arousal, Isagi's lips running down his neck felt slightly cold, immediately making his skin crawl.
"Aah... Huff... Yoi- Uhm... Yoi-chan~... Don't stop.”
"Tooru..." Isagi pulled away and stood face to face with him. They were both breathing heavily, sweat running down their blushed cheeks. They felt each other's hot breaths on each other's faces. "Why did you call me today... mmh... today too?"
"Because... I want to see my boyfriend~?"
"They found us yesterday" Isagi expressed with concern. "Why don't we go to another place? I feel like it's too... big her-"
Tooru didn't let Yoichi finish his sentence. He wrapped his arms around Isagi's neck and pulled his head towards his, starting a new round of kisses. Oikawa took advantage of being the one now in the lead, trying to suck on Isagi's lower lip. Then he bit it gently and resumed kissing.
Isagi could taste some of their sweat running down the bridge of his nose to his lips. Despite that, he kept kissing.
The kisses were not consistent, even more so as they increased in humidity.
Oikawa was completely out of it. Isagi himself was like a powerful drug he was at risk of becoming addicted to. Maybe he was completely in love, but ever since they shared their first kiss, he'd become addicted.
From that moment on, there were many times when he was distracted by the overwhelming urge to kiss Isagi again. Just thinking about his lips made him blush slightly. It got to the point where the calls weren't enough; he needed Isagi there with him.
It was all his fault in Oikawa's eyes. It was his fault for those impulsive thoughts, and as found guilty, he had to do something to compensate.
Iwaizumi was already on his way home, trying to erase everything he'd managed to record from that moment.
Oikawa and Isagi continued on until a security guard caught them in the act. It was easy to come up with a false explanation like they stayed more because they didn't check the time; even the fact that they were hugging could be dismissed as a small show of affection. But it was impossible to find an excuse for Oikawa's hands inside Isagi's pants.
That was definitely headed straight for a disciplinary scolding.