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The hum of Rio de Janeiro was a constant, low thrum, a sound that Oikawa had grown to love almost as much as the silence of a packed gym before a serve. It was the sound of home. Their apartment, high up in a building that caught the late afternoon sun, was filled with the easy quiet that only comes from years of comfortable companionship. Hinata was stretched out on the sofa, a book resting on his chest, his hair a fiery splash of orange against the pale cushions. Oikawa watched him from the kitchen, a half-empty glass of mango juice in his hand. It had been years since he'd first seen that impossible spike, years since their chance meeting in this very city, and even more years since he'd let himself fall completely for the sunniest person he'd ever met. The thought of it all, of the long road that led them here, made a smile tug at his lips. He walked over, settling on the floor in front of the sofa, and rested his head on Hinata's knees.
Hinata’s eyes fluttered open, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looked down at Oikawa’s dark hair against his knees. He reached out a hand, his fingers gently threading through the strands. "Mushy, are we, Tooru?" he teased, his voice a low, warm murmur. He loved these quiet, clingy moments, the ones where Oikawa wasn’t the Great King or the brilliant setter, but just his Tooru. He leaned his head back, basking in the sun of Oikawa’s affection, the rhythmic rise and fall of Oikawa's chest a comforting weight. The idea came to him not as a sudden thought, but a peaceful realization, a natural next step in their perfect, shared life. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, his gaze soft and serious as he looked at the man below him. "Hey... what if we just got married?"
Oikawa's smile vanished. He lifted his head from Hinata's knees, a serious, almost stunned expression replacing his usual easygoing one. He sat up, turning to face Hinata fully, their knees now touching. He reached out, taking Hinata's hands in his, his thumbs gently tracing the familiar calluses on Hinata's palms. The question was so quiet, so simple, and yet it hit him with the force of a sudden serve. His mind went to all the reasons they hadn't, the distance, the careers, the thought of trying to plan a wedding that would appease everyone back home. All of that faded away, replaced by the simple truth in Hinata's eyes. This wasn't a joke, or a fleeting thought. This was real.
"Just... just get married?" Oikawa repeated softly, his voice a bit rough. He looked at their intertwined hands, then back at Hinata's face, his own gaze more open and vulnerable than Hinata had seen in a long time. "Sho-chan... you're serious?"
Hinata's smile widened, a joyful, unburdened expression that lit up his entire face. He squeezed Oikawa's hands. "Yes, I'm serious. We're here, aren't we? Away from everything. No one to tell us what to do, or what a 'proper' wedding should be. It's just us. We're already a family, Tooru. We just... need to make it official."
The words settled over Oikawa, a warm blanket of certainty. A slow, genuine smile broke across his face, a different kind of smile than his usual teasing grin. It was softer, more vulnerable. He brought Hinata's hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to each one. "A family," he repeated, the word tasting sweeter than any victory. "I've wanted this, you know? For a long time. The thought of all the fuss... it always felt wrong. But this... with you, here, with just us... that feels so right." He looked at Hinata, his eyes shining with a joy that was both quiet and profound. "Yes. Let's do it. Let's just get married."
Oikawa shifted, pulling Hinata closer until Hinata's head rested on his chest, the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat a steady reassurance. He ran a gentle hand through Hinata's bright hair, the texture familiar and comforting. "So, a family," Oikawa murmured, his voice a soft rumble. "What does that look like to you, my Sho-chan? Tell me all of it. The sappy, ridiculous parts. I want to hear it."
Hinata's arm tightened around his waist, and he let out a contented sigh. "It looks like this," he said, his voice muffled against Oikawa's shirt. "Waking up and seeing your face first. Making breakfast together, even if we burn the toast sometimes." He paused, a dreamy smile on his face. "It looks like coming home after practice, tired and sweaty, and knowing you'll be there. And... maybe a cat. A big, fluffy one. And a little garden on our balcony with a bunch of plants." He laughed softly. "And just... all the ordinary things. The things we get to do together, every single day."
Oikawa's heart swelled. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Hinata's head. "It's all I've ever wanted," he confessed, the words so honest they surprised even him. "Not the championships or the titles, not really. It's the quiet moments with you. The sound of you laughing at one of my dumb jokes, the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking. It's watching you play, and knowing that after the game, you're mine. I want to grow old with you, Sho-chan. Watching you lose all your hair, and us still fighting over who gets the last piece of melon bread." He held Hinata even tighter, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be your husband. Forever."