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"Makki! let me do your makeup!” Oikawa said, flinging himself across Hanamaki, who was sitting on the couch.
"My makeup? Since when do you know how to do makeup?" Hanamaki questioned, his eyebrows rising. He crossed his arms, and Oikawa huffed.
"And how to braid hair! I do have a sister you know!” Oikawa’s tone clearly said ‘duh!’, and Makki’s eyebrows rose higher.
"Yah, but she was older. Why'd she make you do her makeup?"
"I was like her makeup test subject when I was little, and I got good at it. Eventually, I got better at it then her, and then she wanted me to start doing hers. I actually find it kind of therapeutic now." He explained.
"What? why haven't I heard of this? Show me!"
"Okay, okay, my sister left behind a lot of makeup. I'll go get it."
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"Holy shit, Oikawa, this is a killer eyeliner." Hanamaki praised looking in the hand mirror. He turned his head left then right, admiring the setter’s handywork. He let out a low whistle.
"Told you," Oikawa sing-songed.“I'm good!"
"You are; you should be like a beauty vlogger or something."
Oikawa and Hanamaki both giggled. As the laughter slowly died down, Oikawa spoke from his perch on the bathroom counter.
"Y’know, Makki, I really admire you."
Hanamaki looked up from the hand mirror where he was making silly faces at himself.
"For what? My dashing good looks or my irresistible personality?" Makki smirked.
"Hey, being aggressively over confident is my job!" Oikawa joked, tilting his chin high. "But it all seriousness, you're just so unapologetically yourself. Like, you don't let societal expectations keep you from doing what makes you happy. That’s so cool!"
"I mean it's not easy- being Trans and expressing myself outside of societal norms. I get discouraged a lot, but you and Mattsun and Iwa, you guys are so supportive." Hanamaki paused."And Tooru?"
"Yeah?"
"I found out the hard way that hiding and repressing who you are hurts a lot more than anything anyone else can say or do to you."
-
"Did you guys know Oikawa could do makeup?" Hanamaki asked during lunch at Matsukawa’s house one day.
"Yes, I was Ai-chan's second makeup Guinea pig." Iwaizumi grumbled, not even looking up from his food.
"I didn't. How’d you know Hana?" Matsukawa questioned, his expression curious.
"Because he did my makeup! Look!" Hanamaki pushed his phone into Matsukawa's face. Mattsun hummed, wearing a fake puzzled look.
"Okay, but how do you look so good in makeup?" Mattsun was telling the absolute truth- it looked as if Makki was ethereal. Makki’s eyes were brought out my the dark lining, and the contouring made cheekbones stand out. His lips looked full, a beautiful magenta color. His cheeks were a fetching pink. Mattsun yanked the phone from its owner and showed Iwazumi, who was sitting next to him.
"Makeup actually really suits you." Iwaizumi agreed, finally looking up.
"Ah, a compliment from the stoic Iwaizumi, my life is complete." Hanamaki gushed
placing a hand over his chest dramatically.
Despite his playful tone, he was faintly blushing.
"Guys, let's go to the bakery after lunch and get dessert!" Oikawa chimed in while taking a bite out of his lunch, wearing a pleased smirk.
“That’s actually a good idea and oikawa usually has terrible ideas,” Iwazumi said, resuming eating his food.
"Iwa-chan is so mean to me" oikawa pouted.
"I second this idea." Matsukawa added, throwing his legs over Iwaizumi’s lap
"I third this idea," Hanamaki agreed
"Okay, it's done!" Oikawa announced.
-
Hanamaki sat with his laptop on his chest and opened a skype group chat called:
Seijou Third Years~
Hanamaki: guys ive literally been trying to take an ugly picture of oikawa for like 2 weeks
Hanamaki:
[one image attached]
Hanamaki: this is as close as ive gotten
Oikawa: RUDE MAKKI-CHAN
Matsukawa: That’s not even a bad picture it's just blurry
Hanamaki: thats the point!!! I cant get a bad picture of him!!
Hanamaki: Iwaizumi!!! do you have any bad pictures of tooru
Iwaizumi: No, but I’m willing to join your cause.
Oikawa: EVEN RUDER IWA-CHAN!!!
Matsukawa: I'll join this cause too
Oikawa: MATTSUN HOW COULD YOU
Matsukawa: sorry tooru it's for a good cause
Oikawa: NO ITS REALLY NOT
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Iwaizumi: What the fuck, shittykawa? I just took a picture of you while you were coughing, and you don’t look like shit
Iwaizumi
[one image attached]
Hanamaki: HE ACTUALLY LOOKS PRETTY WHO THE FUCK DID YOU SELL YOUR SOUL TO?
Oikawa: no one? its just cus I caught him taking the photo
Matsukawa: Excuse me but I look like a disaster while performing any bodily function- LIKE
MOST HUMANS
Oikawa: maybe the cameras just love me(❁´◡`❁)
Iwaizumi: Or maybe you're just lucky. First one to get a bad picture of Oikawa gets a desert.
Oikawa:
(.‿.)
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Oikawa
[one image attached]
Oikawa: me n Makki are in my pool n he brought the volleyball in(◕◡◕)
Matsukawa: Is Makki trying to hold that volleyball under water
Iwaizumi: He does know volleyballs float in water, right?
Hanamaki: WELL I DO NOW BECAUSE IT JUST POPPED OUT OF THE WATER AND HIT ME RIGHT IN THE LEFT BOOB
Matsukawa: R.i.p. makki’s left boob
Oikawa: #ripmakkisleftboob2k16
Oikawa: i was under the assumption we were gonna play pool volleyball but this works too
Hanamaki: IT DOESNT WORK FOR MY BOOb
Oikawa: Mattsun! Iwa! come over and play pool volleyball with us~
✧*。ヾ(｡・ω・｡)ﾉﾞ✧*。
Matsukawa: I'm down
Iwaizumi: Sure.
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"Tooru look!"
"What, Makki-Chan?"
Hanamaki was perched on the diving board.
"I’m gonna do a sick jump.”
"Ohhhh, I'm watching!" Makki ran forward, jumped, and flipped into the water, creating a large splash. Droplets rained down upon Oikawa.
"Whoo!" Oikawa clapped. "A solid 11! Extra points for your boob not slipping out like last time!"
“Listen, there was no need.”
-
"Mattsunnnnnn," Oikawa drawled out, straddling Matsukawa's lap who was on his bed.
"Wow, what a compromising position,” Matsukawa quipped
"Shush! hug me please!" Oikawa pouted, sticking his arms out.
"How could I refuse?" He replied wrapping his arms around Oikawa’s middle and lightly rocking him back and forth.
"You okay?"
Oikawa crawled off Matsukawa's lap and sprawled on his bed.
"I've been like upset for the past few days, which is weird because I've got like the three best friends ever and like everything is going well so I don't understand." Oikawa complained dragging his hands down his face.
"Maybe something is bothering you and you just don't know what it is?"
"You're right! I know what's bothering me now!"
"Really?" Matsukawa asked, surprised.
"What is it?"
"You are not hugging me!"
Matsukawa chuckled before embracing Oikawa once again.
-
"Makki stop picking at your scab!" Iwaizumi chided.
"You can't stop me,” he replied, digging at the cut on his knee.
"It's gonna scar now." Iwaizumi pointed out, crossing his arms.
"Chicks dig scars." Iwaizumi chuckled, a small smile quirking his lips.
"So what do you want to do today?"
"Hmm lets go to the park. I wanna swing."
-
Hanamaki and Iwaizumi sat on the swings, rocking back and forth. Hanamaki closed his eyes as he picked up speed, the cool wind rushing through his hair.
"Hajime?"
"Yeah?”
"Tell me a story.” Hanamaki requested.
"Why?"
"Because I wanna hear something happy, so tell me a happy story."
"Okay, so one time when Tooru and I were six- we had just watched all of the Disney princess movies, right- he was obsessed with Belle. It was all he'd talk about. We were little, so we played pretend all the time. We’d like take this expensive clock from his mom’s room and a candlestick from the kitchen and stuff like that. Whenever we played together he always wanted to be Belle."
"Who were you?"
"The beast, because ‘he’s mean and scary- just like you Iwa-Chan!" Iwaizumi said in his best Tooru impression, complete with the petulant expression and doe eyes. "He was always so happy,” Iwaizumi finished.
"Was?" Hanamaki asked.
"I think something has been bothering him for a while recently.”
"I can agree with you there. He’s been more mopey than usual- Should we try to talk to him?"
"Oikawa tends to close up when I pry. He’ll probably tell us on his own terms. I just really hope whatever is bothering him works itself out.”
-
Oikawa: im going to the knee doctor today!!!
Matsukawa: Pretty sure it's not called a knee doctor
Oikawa: that's not the point
Hanamaki: what is the point
Oikawa: that I hopefully get good news
Iwaizumi: I hope you do, too.
Oikawa: ah iwa-Chan I swoon
Iwaizumi: I take it back.
Oikawa: ily
Iwaizumi: I love you, too.
Hanamaki: look at those lovebirbs
Matsukawa: I ship it
Iwaizumi: Shut up.
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Matsukawa: Tooru how'd the knee Doctor go
Oikawa: ugh fine
Iwaizumi: Fine?
Oikawa: i need to start wearing a brace all the time during volleyball bc the muscle is still inflamed
Matsukawa: That’s not too bad; school doesn't start for a few more weeks so neither does volleyball- you don't need to wear it till then yeah
Oikawa: yea I'm just not happy about it
（°´д｀°）
Hanamaki: I hope it gets better Tooru
( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)
-
It was three in the morning, but that didn’t make Oikawa any more tired. He continued to pace back and forth across his room, running his hands through his hair.
“Something’s wrong,” he whispered to himself.
He paced back and forth one more time before sitting down by his bed and placing his head between his knees.