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It was weird sometimes how fast things could change.
All it takes is one moment, and the course of your life can be altered irreparably in a split second. A turning point that throws everything you’ve known out of the window and flips your world upside down. These moments can be beautiful, words whispered under stars and hands intertwining; they can be horrifying, tearing unseen wounds into aching hearts and drawing tears from the very depths of souls.
In Hanamaki’s case, however, it was just plain stupid.
They were watching a movie. At least, that’s what they were supposed to be doing, but for some reason Oikawa insisted on breaking the comfortable silence with dumb questions every so often, maybe to ensure they weren’t too invested in what was happening on screen, or to remind everyone just how annoying his voice sounded. Hanamaki was sure it was the latter.
This particular question came about towards the climax of the movie, where the characters had finally kissed after prolonged sexual tension that had added at least five years to Hanamaki’s life, followed by a sex scene that no one wanted to see and lasted far too long for everyone involved. Yeah, it was that kind of movie. Which is to say, a shitty one.
Thankfully, Oikawa was there to keep things interesting, “Of the four of us, who do you think the worst kisser would be?”
His question was mostly directed at Matsukawa, who was stretching his legs out on Oikawa’s lap as they shared one half of the sofa. Hanamaki and Iwaizumi were squeezed on the other half, Hanamaki practically sitting in Iwaizumi’s lap just so they could all fit on.
Matsukawa’s answer was almost instantaneous, “Makki.”
Hanamaki glared at him with an open mouth, affronted at the speed and certainty of his answer, “Excuse you, I’m a great kisser.”
“Oh please, you’ve never dated anyone, how can you be a good kisser?” Iwaizumi grumbled from underneath him.
“Your input is neither needed nor appreciated, Iwa-chan.” Hanamaki sneered, glaring at the boy beneath him, “And I’ll have you know that whilst I have not dated anyone I have, in fact, kissed people.”
“Oh really?” Matsukawa drawled sarcastically.
“Yup. And the feedback was overwhelmingly positive thank you very much.”
“And yet you still can’t land a date.” Oikawa said, grinning.
“Tragic.” Iwaizumi mumbled.
“Um, I believe the question was who is the worst kisser, not who’s the least datable. We all know that’s Mattsun.”
“Ouch.”
“You know it’s true.”
“Then who’s the most datable?” Oikawa said, frowning.
“Iwaizumi.” Both Matsukawa and Hanamaki answered at the same time.
Oikawa glanced at Iwaizumi next to him, nodding appreciatively, “Good point.”
“I’m both flattered and very uncomfortable at the same time.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So where does that leave you Makki?” Matsukawa said, tipping his head to the side and grinning.
“That’s easy, I’m the funniest.”
There was a slight pause as each of them considered his statement.
“Hmmm…”
“Well, that’s debatable-”
“I mean, you're more of an acquired taste-”
Hanamaki glared at all of them, “Just shut up and let me have this one, okay?”
“Well what’s Oikawa then?”
“Most attractive.” Iwaizumi said somewhat begrudgingly. The other three stared at him.
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa shrieked, throwing his arms around Iwaizumi and poking Hanamaki in the eye in the process.
Hanamaki’s whines of pain went ignored as Oikawa continued to shriek, and Iwaizumi gradually began to regret complimenting him as he tried to detach Oikawa’s arms from around his neck, “I take it back.”
“It’s too late now!”
Mattsun observed the whole situation from a somewhat safe distance, save for Oikawa’s leg kicking against his thigh, “Please don’t kill each other.” He muttered with amusement.
“No promises.” Iwaizumi grumbled, finally succeeding in shoving Oikawa away from him.
“Okay so, if Oikawa’s the most attractive, Iwaizumi’s the most datable, and I’m the funniest, then where does that leave you Mattsun?”
Matsukawa smirked, “Why, I’m the best kisser of course.”
“Is that so?” Hanamaki mused, an idea slowly forming in his head.
“Yes it is.”
“Requesting permission to test that hypothesis?”
Matsuakwa grinned, “Granted.”
Hanamaki crawled over Oikawa on his hands and knees - matching Matsukawa’s expression with a lazy grin of his own - whilst Oikawa scrambled for his phone, insisting he had to document this historic moment. Iwaizumi just shook his head, no longer surprised by the group’s antics.
“Prepare yourself.” Hanamaki muttered, leaning ever closer, “Because I happen to be a fantastic kisser.”
Matsukawa snorted, “I’ll be the judge of that.” He said, tipping himself forward to meet Hanamki in the middle.
In the entire time they’d known each other, Hanamaki could not say that he’d ever imagined kissing Matsukawa. It’s not that he was entirely opposed to the idea - Matsukawa was one of his closest friends, and he cared about him deeply, but kissing? It was a whole new field, especially considering the fact that he may have embellished a little when he’d told the others he’d kissed people. He hadn’t kissed very many people…or…any people for that matter. But kissing Matsukawa…he actually liked it. He enjoyed the way his chest seemed to lift and his head became comfortable cloudy, like a slow mist had settled around it. And Matsukawa wasn’t kidding either, he was indeed a good kisser, and Hanamaki found himself subconsciously leaning in for more the longer it went on.
He didn’t want to stop, but when they eventually parted for breath, both of them found themselves just staring at each other as they slowly recognised what was happening. Hanamaki felt his pulse racing in his ears and a blush rising in his cheeks as he realised that holy shit did he want to do that again. He saw Matsukawa’s usually-droopy eyes blown wide and a matching blush gracing his cheeks as well as the shy smile sitting quietly on his lips and knew that he wasn’t the only one who was strangely affected by that kiss.
He was unsure as to what exactly he should do now. Did he go back to sitting with Iwaizumi? He didn’t want to. If he was honest he wanted to kiss Matsukawa again, but he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable either. Did he ask? Was that what you were supposed to do in these situations?
Mastukawa clearing his throat startled Hanamaki from his thoughts, “Hey Makki…?”
“Yeah?” He replied, somewhat terrified.
“I’m sorry if this seems sudden,” He said ever so quietly, “But do you wanna…maybe…date?
Hanamaki couldn’t seem to stop the smile that crawled onto his face, “If it means we get to do that again, then definitely.”
Matsukawa’s eyes practically lit up, “Really?”
Hanamaki pressed in for another kiss in answer, which Matsukawa returned eagerly, and was completely ready to lose himself in the beauty of the moment. Except he had forgotten one crucial detail. Namely: Oikawa. How he had forgotten the idiot was even in the room he had no idea - put it down to Mattsun’s incredible kissing skills maybe - but oh boy was he brought harshly back to reality when Oikawa began yelling in his ear.
“Oh my God, you guys! Did you just get together?! Was that all it took?! If I’d have known that I would’ve made you kiss ages ago, holy crap!”
“Oikawa what exactly are you blabbering on about?” Matsukawa sighed, rolling his eyes, but smirking all the same.
“Oh come on, the sexual tension between you two has been building for ages.”
“What sexual tension?” Hanamaki said, frowning. Matsukawa laughed.
“Iwa-chan and I made a bet on how long it would take you to get together.”
“I would just like to add that that is not true.” Iwaizumi said, leaning around Oikawa, “Congrats by the way.”
“Okay well it was me and Yahaba, but still! I’m so happy for you guys!” He said, throwing his arms around the both of them and squeezing hard. The two of them laughed and returned the gesture, bemused but touched all the same. “I have the whole thing on video if you want to play it at your wedding or something.”
“Slow down Oikawa we’ve literally been dating five minutes.” Matsukawa chuckled, snaking an arm around Hanamaki’s shoulders and pulling him closer. It wasn’t like it was unusual for them to touch, but the way Matsukawa seemed a bit hesitant and yet tender at the same time made heat rise in his cheeks. Hanamaki hid his blush in Matsukawa’s chest. Dating. They were dating. Why did that sound so weird to him?
Oikawa tumbled off the two of them and threw himself back into Iwaizumi’s lap, much to the latter’s disgust, “Hope you don’t want your seat back Makki because it’s taken.” He said, stretching out across Iwaizumi’s legs and trying to hook his arm around his neck whilst Iwaizumi used all of his strength to push Oikawa onto the floor. He propped his feet up on the fallen body and ignored Oikawa’s squawks of protest as he refocused on the movie.
“Nah.” Hanamaki muttered, tentatively settling against Matsukawa and praying he couldn’t hear his racing heartbeat, “I’m good here.”
It really was crazy - insane, really - to think that no less than five minutes ago they’d merely been friends, and now they were boyfriends. Hanamaki would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to head forward into his new relationship, especially given that it was with Matsukawa of all people, but the thing is, he was also scared. Actually, he was terrified. It had all happened so suddenly, and he didn’t want his first relationship to be a heat-of-the-moment sort of thing, he wanted to do it properly…except he didn’t know how. He had no idea what he was doing, and he was so afraid of doing something wrong that he was almost hesitant to go forward with it. Except he really wanted this. He wanted to kiss and hold someone whenever he felt like it, he wanted to buy someone flowers and watch their face light up with joy when he walked into the room, and when he started fitting Matsukawa into those situations, all he could do was smile, because he really liked the look of that future.
“Mattsun?” Hanamaki said quietly.
“Mmm?”
Hanamaki wondered how he should word his thoughts, “If this doesn’t work…I don’t want things to change.”
Matsukawa nodded, and Hanamaki thanked their infallible years of friendship for Mattsun’s understanding, “I know.” he replied, smiling down at him, “Let’s just start off slow, okay?”
Hanamaki smiled back before turning back to the movie, trying to calm the fluttering in his heart.
“Hey Makki.”
“Yeah?”
“How long do you think it’ll take them to get together?” Matsukawa whispered, nodding in the direction of their squabbling company.
“Two months.”
“Three.”
“You’re on.”
Well, maybe some things would never change.