hey sushi-chan! how are u my rainbow cupcake?? IS THE SUN AS BRIGHT AS YOUR EYES??? (i think not because then you'd blind people..??) HAHA IGNORE THAT YOUNG RAINBOW-CHAN. HAHA GAYNESS??? i'm so confused.. anyways HOW ARE YOU? (fite any sharks lately ? -v-)
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
When Oikawa jolts awake, he smacks his head right into Hajime’s. It hurt like a bitch. They both clutch at their foreheads, wincing and cursing under their breaths.
“Glad to see you’re up and causing havoc again,” Hajime mutters in Oikawa’s direction.
“What—Why did your head have to be there,” whines Oikawa. He looks at Hajime tearfully. “Why was I lying on your lap? What happened to practice?”
“You don’t remember? Matsukawa and Hanamaki showed up hand in hand and proceeded to, what did they say, ‘amp up the gay’ or something? And then you, for some stupid ass reason I don’t want to understand, decided to compete with them—”
“Oh no,” whispers Oikawa, eyes widening in horror. But Hajime isn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.
“—So not only was there two idiots disrupting practice—thankfully the coaches weren’t here—the captain’s now also joining in on being an absolute dumbass and humiliating himself, oh, but what’s worse, he decides that him alone isn’t enough gay to combat Mattsun and Makki’s gayness—”
“Iwa-chan, stop, no—”
“—so you just had to drag in an innocent bystander, I don’t know why I’m still friends with you, must have hit my head when I was younger, or maybe it’s all those times you served the ball into my head, but it doesn’t matter because you decided that, in order to shock our fellow friends and unfortunately, the rest of our poor team members—”
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa is full on wailing by now, trying to headbutt Hajime.
“—so being a good friend, I decided to help you out and shut you up at the same time, but you couldn’t even handle a little kiss, who knew—”
Oikawa squeals, shoving his face into Hajime’s jersey. “I’m sorry,” he sobs, but Hajime doesn’t even bat an eye.
“You fainted, Oikawa. Right into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention that badly, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” He raps his knuckles on top of Oikawa’s ridiculous curls. “You’re almost always extreme, anyway. It’s not that difficult noticing you.”
Oikawa only shakes his head. “I can’t believe,” he moans, fingers clenching the hem of Hajime’s shirt, “my first kiss with Iwa-chan would be because of Mattsun and Makki’s nonsense. In front of the team! And then I fainted! This isn’t romantic at all!”