How, where and why Kageyama got the idea of them ice skating eludes him but after much persuasion, Hinata had finally relented and that rare, genuinely beautiful smile that graced Kageyama’s face was almost worth it. Ok, it was definitely worth it.
A/N: this is a birthday gift for the wonderful @ainu . I know its not much, but its the least I could do for an artist as talented and a person as sweet as you. <3 Credits to @otpprompts for idea.
Something was bothering Oikawa, so Iwaizumi was also bothered.
Rapping his knuckles on the door again, Iwaizumi’s frown deepened. He worried when Oikawa worried; Oikawa Tooru was someone who was generally calm under even the most strenuous conditions, so for something to be this upsetting to him was concerning. Iwaizumi didn’t like when Oikawa was upset. He didn’t like when Oikawa was anything but happy.
“Oikawa,” he called tiredly, hours ago abandoning the vulgarity infused nicknames, “come on, open up. I’m really getting worried. Do you want me to call someone? Have you even eaten?”
“Don’t need to.”
Iwaizumi had stepped out for an early morning work out, coming back to Oikawa locking himself in their bedroom. At first he thought it was a direly needed nap, but when lunch came and passed, he realized it was serious. Oikawa’s lunch and dinner were cold on the counter; it was nearing when they’d normally sleep and Iwaizumi had half a mind to break down the door, the only thing stopping him knowing that Oikawa didn’t want to come out. And Iwaizumi didn’t want to upset him further.
“…Was it something I did?” he asked quietly. “…Can we talk about it? Oikawa–”
“I just…” Oikawa’s voice trailed off.
“…I don’t want to see you right now. I’m not angry or anything, I just… I don’t know.”
It took everything for Iwaizumi to keep his voice level. From the slight change in Oikawa’s voice, Iwaizumi could tell he was now by the door, glancing down to see a new shadow under the door. He was sitting, most likely with his back pressed to the surface. A habit he’d never gotten rid of.
Iwaizumi swallowed. He nodded. “…Okay,” he said slowly.
“Just tell me one thing,” Iwaizumi said quietly. “…Are we okay?”
And Oikawa’s silence was both everything and nothing at once.
Pushing off the wall to begin gathering bag of whatever essentials weren’t in his bedroom, Iwaizumi barely heard Oikawa calling his name not even a minute later. He didn’t return to the door but stopped moving, was frozen in the middle of their living room.
“…I’m really scared that I’m not enough for you,” he heard through the door, albeit a bit muffled. “I know what you’ll say, but… maybe that’s only for now. Maybe in ten years, or five, or even one, oh god, you’ll wake up and realize that you passed up something for me. Or you didn’t pursue someone because of me. You’re… Iwa-chan, you’re amazing, okay? And I’m afraid your kindness is going to get in the way of you being happy. And all I want is for you to be happy. I want that more than anything.”
“You turned down that research opportunity for me.”
“…That asshole was not supposed to have fucking told you.”
And by asshole, Iwaizumi meant Kuroo, who he had the extreme misfortune of being with when he received the news. Sighing, he dropped his bag and went over, sitting against the door, leaving it the only thing separating their backs. “…Don’t be so arrogant,” he weakly tried to tease. “It wasn’t only for you.”
“I applied for that grant years ago,” he continued. “I’m no longer interested in the topic I wrote my proposal on, I’m more than happy as a teaching assistant, and, yeah, I didn’t want to leave you. But it wasn’t only for you, okay? Oikawa, I promise you that if I went there, I’d be miserable for two years. I’m not going to regret this. I know I won’t. I’d regret taking it. That I know.”
Iwaizumi was going to bury Kuroo Tetsurou.
“You’re my home, Tooru. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here.”
Oikawa still gave no answer. His leg was bouncing; it was a nervous tic he always had, one that Iwaizumi was usually the one to quell. Kuroo had let it slip by accident over dinner last night and it left Oikawa feeling unsettled because he remembered how passionate Iwaizumi had been when applying for it. Giving a shaky breath, he rested his forehead on folded arms supported by his knees. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything and the seconds that elapsed were absolute torture. He chewed on his lip and hardly felt something hitting his foot, eyes flickering open hesitantly.
“There. That enough proof for you?”
And even though Iwaizumi’s voice had no problem carrying through the door, Oikawa barely heard it. Because what had hit his foot, what he picked up was a silver ring, simple but elegant. It was beautiful and traditional, the exact type of ring Iwaizumi would pick out. Oikawa stood as he heard Iwaizumi weakly mumble about how there was no more milk bread, that Oikawa was seriously a monster when it came to devouring those things; unlocking the door and pulling it open, Iwaizumi seemed surprised and Oikawa could see him blushing.
“…Good,” he cleared his throat. “…Was worried your blindass eyes couldn’t see that.”
“I want to marry you,” Iwaizumi interjected quickly. “I want to be with you forever. More than anything, especially that grant. More than you love milk bread. That’s… that’s how much I love you, Oikawa, so…” he trailed off and buried his face in his hands, giving a muffled groan. “Fuck, goddamnit, this kind of shit is your thing, I don’t… if you don’t like the ring, I’ll get you another one, I didn’t know what to get and that damn person was so goddamn nosy and talkative, I just–”
“You could’ve proposed with milk bread and I would still say yes,” he said breathlessly, stepping forward to kiss him the moment Iwaizumi looked up, losing himself in an all consuming, breathless sort of kiss. They stumbled a bit from the way Oikawa leaned in so suddenly, but Iwaizumi’s hands came to rest on his hips as Oikawa’s were brought up to cup his face. He lowered one hand to press the ring against Iwaizumi’s hand and then they pulled apart only long enough for him to slip it on Oikawa’s finger, small smiles tweaking their lips before their mouths were on each other’s again.
“That’s not a fair comparison,” Iwaizumi murmured breathlessly when they broke apart.
“And why’s that?” Oikawa asked, forehead against Iwaizumi’s, fingers laced with his and still smiling as blood rushed through his veins, as his heart raced.
Iwaizumi laughed, a sound that would both lull Oikawa to sleep and wake him up ever since they were kids.
“Because you’re Godzilla when it comes to those things, I swear.”