Let’s say Lena doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl. She thinks she fell for “the girl of steel”, and they get into a relationship made by flirts and teases. In the meanwhile, she’s being friends with Kara and starts develop a crush on her. Lena feels torn between her undeniable attraction for Supergirl - the hot, badass chick who can smash things with her bare hands and fly around like gravity is just a conspiracy theory - and the warm bond that she has now with Kara - the sunny girl with glasses who can make her day with just a smile. She starts feeling unsure about what to do: pursue the damn sexy idea of a Super and a Luthor being together - believing in that kind of love of the movies -, or surrender to the most genuine, unexpectedly familiar relationship she has with Kara, that maybe is not the kind that would shake the world to its core, but could make her heart whole for the first time in her life. When she finally makes her decision and tells Kara she wants to be with her, Kara realizes that Lena loves every single thing about her, both the girl and the super, so she tells her about her secret. Lena, who believed for so long to not to be worthy of any kind of love, has now more than anything she has ever dared to dream: a type of love that is only theirs.
“Hmm~? Yes, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa’s eyes stayed glued to the match, sparking a flash of irritation in Iwaizumi. For all the attention he demanded from others, the dumbass could never seem to pay attention to others if there was a volleyball around.
“What’s with the disguise? You look stupid, no one is going to think you’re not you just because of a pair of glasses.” Actually, Oikawa looked pretty good with glasses, but no way in hell was Iwaizumi going to say that.
Oikawa threw Iwaizumi a brief affronted glance. “How rude, Iwa-chan!”
“Dumbass, you don’t even need glasses, you somehow still have perfect vision. Why are you wearing them? When did you even get those?”
Oikawa froze for a moment before turning to give Iwaizumi an overly-wide smile. “I got them this morning. Why, Iwa-chan? Did you want a pair of your own?”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “As if. I’m just saying… You don’t have to hide yourself and pretend you’re not here to watch the game. You’re you. No one’s going to be surprised that you came to watch even though we lost.”
Oikawa blinked in surprise before relaxing and giving a small, twisted smile to the game happening below.
Iwaizumi quickly looked down, pretending to be riveted by the volleyball match happening below. “And it’s… you know… it’s not such a bad look. Even though you’re a dumbass for wearing them with your perfect vision.”
Oikawa quickly turned to stare at Iwaizumi for a long beat. A wide, teasing grin broke out over Oikawa’s face and he began to lean slowly towards Iwaizumi. “What did you say, Iwa-chan? That I look amazing in glasses? I mean, I’m always gorgeous, so it’s okay, you don’t need to flatter me more.”
Iwaizumi felt his face redden as Oikawa became dangerously close to lying on the seat between them with his head on Iwaizumi’s chest.
“Hmm, Iwa-chan~? I’m not sure I heard correctly, so you might have to repeat yourself.”
Iwaizumi roughly shoved his hand in Oikawa’s face. “No way in hell! And sit in your own seat, Shittykawa!”