Theme: modern!au: the interview
“Oikawa-san, you’ve led the team to yet another victory! How does it feel?”
Scoffing, Iwaizumi finished his beer and crushed the empty can, tossing it into the trashcan halfway across the room without even looking. He’d come home after a long day of work to the television still on after clearly telling his roommate to turn it off before leaving.
Dumbass can’t do anything right…
He was going to change the channel, but the dumbass roommate also put the remote somewhere that wasn’t its rightful place. Too tired to look for it, Iwaizumi had opted to just get a beer and microwave some of last night’s leftovers, deciding working out could wait until tomorrow morning. He’d spent the day running after elementary school kids, teaching them that volleyball wasn’t only about spiking.
Iwaizumi loved kids, but today was one of those days where he wished he’d been working with college students. Spiking balls at small kids wasn’t okay. Spiking balls at kids just a few years younger than he was was okay.
“–and it’s really great, you know? Being able to work with amazing players! Isn’t that right, Tetsu-chan?” Iwaizumi watched Oikawa call over his shoulder, Kuroo Tetsurou walking by. From the way Kuroo looked over and started raising his hand, Iwaizumi could tell he was going to flip him off. But remembering the television and nationwide broadcast, he wisely lowered his hand and smiled as he kept walking.
“Now, Oikawa-san, as one of Japan’s most adored volleyball players–”
“You’re too kind!”
“–I’m sure many viewers are wondering… how are things going in your personal life? Anyone who you think about when you play?”
Iwaizumi scoffed because Oikawa Tooru, as he’d known him, was an entirely self-absorbed bastard who wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day unless he needed something.
“Well… of course!”
Iwaizumi choked on his mildly warm pad thai.
“I think about him all the time, you know?” Oikawa continued with a bright smile. “I mean, I’d love it if he were here, but… he couldn’t be. Things between us… aah, well, things aren’t that great right now. But still, every time we win, he’s the one I think of. He makes me want to be better. We almost played together, but he decided not to go professional and, honestly, I still consider him my ace.”
The camera zoomed in, it fucking zoomed in, Iwaizumi seethed, just as Oikawa gave a little lopsided smile, half lidded eyes averted.
“…I really, really wish he could’ve been here. We all have that one person, right? The one person we’re convinced is our soulmate. …I really miss him.”
Bowl clattering onto the table, Iwaizumi grabbed his phone and growled incoherent swears under his breath as he heard it ring after dialing, glaring at the screen. “Fucking…”
“Oikawa here! Can’t answer, probably busy being the best! Leave a message!”
“Oikawa, you fuckin’ dumbass!” Iwaizumi barked. “We had a tiny fight about whose turn it was to eat the leftover pizza!! Don’t talk about me like I’m dead!”
Hanging up, he tossed his phone across the couch. He huffed as he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest and still for a moment before reaching over and redialing with a small grumble.
“Also congrats on winning. Proud of you. Still fuckin’ mad at you though. Sleep on the couch. Bye.”