I got so many Iwaoi in my inbox B)
shops for groceries
"Put the sweets back Oikawa."
"Aww, come on Iwa-chan, just one?"
Iwaizumi sighs exasperatedly and plucks the cakes and snacks out of Oikawa’s hands, stowing them back onto the shelves. Oikawa doesn’t hesitate to pout, annoyed at his lost snacks. “It’s not like I wanted a lot.”
"You still have a whole stash of milk bread at home," he counters easily. "You’ll rot your teeth out at this rate."
"Just one?" Oikawa pleads, flashing him a sweet smile.
"No." He gestures to the list in his hand. "See this? This is all we’re getting. We’re on a budget Oikawa. Broke college students can’t afford cake and donuts every week."
"Then," Oikawa starts thoughtfully, "How about we just buy ingredients? I’ll bake you a cake. A whole cake. And we can eat it together while we watch Secret Garden, please?”
The “no” hesitates to escape from his lips. Oikawa looks so proud of the idea, hopeful too, and Iwaizumi feels his resolve wither away.
"Okay, okay, fine," he grumbles in defeat. "You can make the damn cake."
"I’m not taking you grocery shopping ever again."
(He repeats the phrase two weeks later when Oikawa insists on riding the grocery cart.)
kills the spiders
Iwaizumi stiffens as he watches Oikawa from across the room. The setter is frozen, watching the spider in the middle of the floor with an intense gaze, his hand slowly reaching for the nearest possible weapon.
Iwaizumi prays for the spider.
"You piece of shi- Fuck!" Oikawa curses as the spider scurries away from him before he can destroy it with a spatula. There’s nothing Iwaizumi can do but watch from afar with a tired sigh, hoping that nothing gets broken this time.
(The last time he tried to interfere with Oikawa’s assassination, he’d gotten elbowed in the face on accident. A broken glass cup and their knocked over couch were other casualties.)
A string of curses erupt from Oikawa, followed by metallic clangs from Oikawa smashing the poor bug to smithereens. It’s wild, almost animalistic the way he growls like he’s a wolf protecting his pack rather than a fucking college student annihilating a little spider. He pants hard when he’s finished, gets up, tosses the spatula in the trash can before going back into his room. Iwaizumi just sighs.
comes home drunk at 3am
"O-Oikawa, can you, uhh, can you open the door or something?"
Oikawa can make out Iwaizumi’s words from his muffled slurring. He swings the door open and catches Iwaizumi as his boyfriend stumbles forward against him.
"I’m home," he mumbles into his neck, breath hot and reeking of alcohol.
"3 am, seriously?"
"I’m s’rry. Let’s sleep Tooru. ‘m tired."
"Yeah, yeah." He makes Iwaizumi take off his shoes and helps support him as they make their way to the bedroom. Once they get there, he gently sits Iwaizumi on the mattress. Iwaizumi lies back heavily against his pillows, pulling Oikawa down with him until he’s laying on top of him, warm against his body. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he kisses Oikawa’s neck lightly, slowly. It tickles and Oikawa laughs at the sensation.
"You’re still in your jeans Iwa-chan. And you stink of beer."
”Aren’t I heavy on top of you?”
"No. You’re warm."
He nuzzles his face into Oikawa’s neck and Oikawa feels his lips curving into an affectionate smile. He runs his hands through Iwaizumi’s hair.
"Just like a puppy when you’re drunk Iwa-chan," he teases.
"That’s ‘cause I love you."
Oikawa laughs a little louder. The arms around his waist are slackening as Iwaizumi is slowly dozing off, but he doesn’t release his hold of him. He presses a soft kiss to Iwaizumi’s temple.
"I love you too Hajime."
Oikawa wakes up to the sound of sizzling and a sweet fragrance in the air. He contemplates getting out of the bed, reveling too much in the warmth, before sitting up when his stomach grumbles at the smell of pancakes.
He steps slowly into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of Iwaizumi in his pajamas still, an apron tied around his waist as he tends to the stove. At the table, there are two plates of omelettes and buttered toast, and two glasses of orange juice. It’s a simple scene, one that he sees nearly every day but it doesn’t stop the warmth pooling in his chest and the grin splitting his face. It’s adorably domestic, almost like they’re married and in his early morning giddiness, Oikawa walks up to Iwaizumi and wraps an arm around his waist, kissing at the nape of his neck. Iwaizumi doesn’t react with surprise, only fondness as his free hand reaches up to ruffle Oikawa’s hair.
"Good morning Hajime."
remembers to feed the fish
Iwa-chan! I’m gonna be out late for practice today, so don’t wait up for dinner. I’ll be back around 8, but don’t start watching Secret Garden without me! Oh by the way, don’t forget to feed Kin-chan! She’s very fragile you know.
decorates the apartment
There are trophies on their shelves, couple portraits on nearly every table, and glow-in-the-dark star stickers on their bedroom walls. Random volleyballs are strewn on their floor, and their fridge is covered in sticky notes and bear shaped stickers. Kin-chan’s bowl is also covered in stickers around the rim, although of the star-fish kind. Not to mention the posters of galaxies and Korean boy bands hanging on their living room wall. It’s almost an aesthetic atrocity, Iwaizumi thinks, if it weren’t for the fact that it’s adorable in it’s own way. Everywhere he looks there are traces of Oikawa in the apartment (their apartment) and he has to stop sometimes, to admire the interior-disarray that is their home and smiles to himself.
It’s pretty beautiful, actually.
"Iwa-chan, it’s G-Dragon. Oh my god, sing it with me!"
"I don’t know Korean."
"So? Just mumble whatever it sounds like, like we do with English songs!"
falls asleep first
It’s dark, save for the pale green glow of star stickers on their wall. The light casts an almost ethereal view of Oikawa’s sleeping face. His thumb traces the curve of his cheek down to his smooth jaw, stopping at his lips, slightly parted in his slumber. Oikawa looks beautiful like this (like always), calm and serene.
(“I usually toss and turn a lot before,” Oikawa admits when they wake up, legs tangled with each other, chests close, and arms around each other’s waists. “Sometimes I like wearing your jacket. It helps me sleep better. But having Iwa-chan there is the best option. You’re so warm you know?”)
I…I went overboard. I love them so much.