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Iwaizumi walked through the door to his and Oikawa’s apartment and was greeted with a “Welcome home, Iwa-chaan!” and a quite delicious smell, if he could say so himself.
He wanders into the kitchen after dropping his bags on the couch to greet Oikawa with a hug from behind and a chaste kiss to the back of his neck. He rests his head on Oikawa’s shoulder and sighs.
“Bad day at work?” Oikawa asks, stirring ingredients in a pan.
Iwaizumi shakes his head. “Just glad to be home,” he says, listening to the satisfying sizzle of Oikawa’s cooking.
“Aw, Iwa-chan miiissed me~” Oikawa grins widely.
“No I did not.”
“Iwa-chan looooves me!”
“Shut up, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi says before humming into his shoulder and adding, “But, yeah, I do.”
“I knew it!” Oikawa says triumphantly.
“You act like that’s such big news. I married you for a reason, Assikawa,” he says, looking down at the ring on Oikawa’s left hand and smiling lightly.
“And here I thought you just liked me for my cooking,” Oikawa laughs.
“Mm, that too.”
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The places at the table were set, and the food’s presentation looked amazing, but to be honest, Iwaizumi thought Oikawa looked better. Yes, super cliche. Just let him revel in his daily “holy shit I married freaking Oikawa Tooru” realization.
His hair was slightly disheveled today, and he was wearing his glasses today instead of his contacts, but Hajime liked him best when he wasn’t trying to look good. He was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt with a cartoon alien face on the front. Iwaizumi remembered snorting when Tooru insisted on buying it in Target. A year later, its design is starting to fade and it looks a bit more worn down than it used to, what with him biting on the sleeves whenever he gets nervous. But Oikawa loved it nonetheless, and so does Iwaizumi.
Oikawa’s long, nimble fingers hold his fork loosely, and Iwaizumi thinks that may be his favorite part of him. When their fingers lace together, Oikawa will tap on Iwaizumi’s hand absentmindedly, and sometimes he can make out the beat of a song that’s been stuck in his head or that’s been on the radio recently. Those hands are the same ones that will throw game board pieces at him when Oikawa loses, and it’s usually paired with an “Iwa-chaaan! Not fair!” And when homophobes try to comment on their relationship, it’s Oikawa’s hands, not Iwaizumi’s as most would think, who flip the stranger off and walk away, stealing a kiss from Hajime in the process. And that’s only one of the many things about Oikawa that Iwaizumi loves.
His arms, not as muscular as Iwaizumi’s, but toned nonetheless, seem most beautiful when they’re draped over Hajime’s shoulders and he’s linking his fingers behind his neck to lean down for a kiss, or when they’re wrapped around his torso in the middle of the night when Oikawa is having a nightmare. Iwaizumi is always there to comfort him.
His stomach is home to quite beautiful abs, and sometimes Hajime will run his hands over them, making Oikawa jump and resulting in an all-out tickle war between the two. Oikawa always wins, because he’s known that Iwaizumi was ticklish far before Hajime figured out it was the same for him.
His legs, very muscular due to jumping for serves, are the ones who will kick him under the table at restaurants if he’s being distant, and Iwaizumi especially loves the way they wrap around his waist when Hajime is nice enough to pick him up, and how his hands seem to fit perfectly into the crooks of the other’s knees when he’s giving Tooru a piggyback ride. Oikawa is most insecure about his legs, though, because of his injured knee, so Iwaizumi will kiss it occasionally when he has the chance, or when Oikawa is feeling especially down about not being able to play anymore.
Oikawa’s eyes are a nice brown, and while Oikawa will complain about having the most common eye color(“I should be more unique than that, Iwa-chan!”) Iwaizumi makes sure that he knows how much he loves how they turn gold in sunlight, or how they’ll get a sparkle in them when he’s talking about aliens or volleyball. When Oikawa’s feeling down, they turn a shade darker than normal, and his nose turns pink, but he knows Iwaizumi will always be there to wipe the tears, and Hajime knows that Oikawa relies on this a lot, but he doesn’t mind.
His hair. Oh my god, his hair. Even without products, Oikawa’s hair is soft, and Iwaizumi loves to course his fingers through it when he’s trying to make Tooru go to sleep, breathing in the sea salt smell of his shampoo.
His lips are soft, but not too soft. When they kiss, Iwaizumi feels like their lips were made for each other, and he loves how they just seem to fit together, like magic.
“Stop staring and eat your food, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, blushing immensely.
Iwaizumi grins. “Blushykawa.”
“Oh, shut up,” Oikawa smiles. “You’re the one who seems to be so enamored with me.”
Any other time, Iwaizumi would deny this, but instead, he just leans over the table and mutters, “Hmm, I think I am,” before placing a kiss on the others lips.
“Eat your food, Iwa,” Oikawa smiles.
Iwaizumi does what Oikawa says as he smiles, and even if he tried, he couldn’t think of how life would be without Oikawa Tooru.