Iwaoi dialogue 7, iwa being the drunk one ❤️
Hello anon! :D Thank you so much for sending me this prompt, and I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten you! I’ve gotten way more prompts than I thought I would, and I promise I’m doing all of them, no matter how long it takes me!!
Prompt is from here, Dialogue 7: “You’re really drunk right now” - “No I’m not, you’re just blurry.”
Holy heck, I had a LOT of fun with this one. Warnings/Tags for this include: drinking, College AU, and a whole lot of sappy fluff. ENJOY!
Oikawa doesn’t know what he was expecting when he entered the bar, heading for their usual spot near the back.
He knows he’s even later than anticipated, but this is so not what he thought he’d walk in on.
“…and h-have you seen his legs? Like, damn, who wouldn’t wanna f-” Iwaizumi interrupts himself with a hiccup, and slams his hand down on the table. “…‘n then he waited s-so damn long because he thought I wouldn’t like him? Seriously?”
Oikawa steps up to the table, incredulity spreading across his face. Matsukawa notices him and waves, evidently trying hard not to burst out laughing. Oikawa sees Hanamaki holding up his phone, and at Matsukawa’s nudge he grins over at the newcomer and gives him a thumbs up.
“I mean,” Iwaizumi continues, very involved in the conversation they’re apparently having, “I was s-sure he knew that ev'ryone with eyes had a cr- a crush on him. He could’ve had ‘nyone, y'know? And he p-picked me?!”
“…yup, pretty unbelievable,” Hanamaki supplies, before going back to biting his lip to refrain from laughing.
Oikawa is rooted to the spot, still fully dressed in his coat hat and scarf, and stares at his boyfriend, dumbstruck. “Wow, okay. You’re really drunk right now.”
Iwaizumi giggles (giggles!) and leans forward against the table. “No, ’m not,” he slurs, “you’re jus’ really blurry.”
Hanamaki blurts out a laugh before slapping his own hands over his mouth, and Oikawa makes a mental note to thank him later because Iwaizumi has started mumbling again, “…I gotta find- y- d'you know where Tooru is?”
Oikawa opens his mouth but Matsukawa is faster, he reaches over and takes Iwaizumi’s hand and nods at him. “He’s right here, look! Just arrived.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes follow the direction Matsukawa is pointing in and focus on Oikawa, who tilts his head a little and smiles.
Iwaizumi’s face lights up like they’d just won nationals.
“Tooru, hey, hey-”
He nearly trips over himself as he tries to stand up, and Hanamaki’s hand shoots up to steady him.
“Whoa, okay, watch it-”
“Tooru, I need-”
Iwaizumi stumbles around the table, grabbing Matsukawa’s shoulder for support, and practically throws himself into Oikawa’s arms.
Oikawa staggers back under his weight, a nervous laugh tearing from his throat. “I-Iwa-chan?”
But Iwaizumi doesn’t seem to be listening anymore, he’s burying his face in the crook of Oikawa’s neck and breathing him in, his entire body relaxing against Oikawa’s.
“Hey, are you okay? What did they make you drink, huh?”
He looks over to find Matsukawa and Hanamaki grinning widely.
“Us? We’d never!”
“We totally didn’t order him more cocktails than he can handle, who do you think we are?”
Iwaizumi giggles again, and he manages to disentangle himself for long enough to give Oikawa a wide smile.
“One of them was pink, Tooru! L-like Makki’s hair!”
Oikawa raises his eyebrows as Hanamaki descends into a fit of silent giggles.
“…why?” he asks, turning his eyes on Matsukawa.
“Those who are late shall be punished,” Matsukawa says simply, grinning.
“But I’m not the one who’s gonna have a skull-splitting headache tomorrow-”
“Tooruuu,” Iwaizumi whines, tugging at his shirt when he realizes that Oikawa’s attention isn’t on him anymore. “W-why’re you so laaate?”
“No,” Matsukawa agrees, as Oikawa threads his fingers absent-mindedly through Iwaizumi’s hair, making him sigh and nuzzle closer again, “but you’re the one who’ll have to deal with an Iwaizumi who regrets all his life choices. And you can be sure we’ll be mailing him these videos. You will suffer.”
Oikawa groans. “No fair, Mattsun-”
“Also you’re not getting them,” Hanamaki supplies, evidently over his giggling, but still grinning widely. “That’s your punishment. I have at least twenty minutes’ worth of dear Iwa-chan talking about how much he loves you, and you’ll never lay eyes on that footage.”
“Tooooruuuu,” Iwaizumi says, louder this time.
“…what is it, Iwa-chan?”
Hanamaki lifts his phone a little higher just in time to capture Oikawa’s face as Iwaizumi pulls back and says: “D'you know how much I love you?”
Oikawa nearly chokes, staring at him in disbelief. “Uh-”
“Guess,” Iwaizumi says, and he squeezes Oikawa’s arms through his coat.
Oikawa is sure he’s blushing scarlet, and the knowledge that Hanamaki is recording all this doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
“Uhm. I don’t- I don’t know? …a lot, I hope?”
Iwaizumi’s eyes actually focus on Oikawa’s, and for a second, he looks like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and what he’s saying. And then his goofy grin is back.
“M-more than volleyball,” he says happily, and Oikawa’s heart jumps up into his throat. But Iwaizumi isn’t done. “M-more than when y-you hit a spike just right 'n destroy the other team’s block. More than beating Ushiwaka. M-more than anything. More-”
But Oikawa can’t take another second of this - he surges forward and throws his arms around Iwaizumi, burying his burning face in his shoulder with a wail that drowns out even Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s laughter.
This time Iwaizumi is the one who staggers back, fingers twisting into Oikawa’s coat, and they lose their balance, toppling over on top of each other.
Oikawa groans and pulls back, finding himself somehow in Iwaizumi’s lap, who looks strangely unperturbed by this whole situation and is still beaming up at him, his eyes practically sparkling.
“Y-you know I say ’m annoyed when you complain too much 'n stuff but I’m actually not? I love listenin’ to you. 'N I l-love when you surprise me, 'n kiss me in front over ev'ryone, even though I pretend I don’t like it. B-because then ev'ryone knows that you’re mi-”
He stops himself and his eyes widen, like he’s just realized something. “Oh, y-you can’t tell Oikawa! He’ll m-make fun of me, 'n use it against me for sure! Tooru, you gotta promise you won’t tell him-”
But the rest of his sentence is lost under Hanamaki’s hysterical laughter, and Oikawa swears this conversation just robbed him of ten years of his life.
It’s not until he shows Iwaizumi the videos the next morning though (and Iwaizumi buries himself in his sweater and refuses to resurface for all of ten minutes as he apparently goes through all five stages of grief, mourning the loss of his dignity) that Oikawa fully appreciates the value of Hanamaki’s filming skills. He opts for calling him right away and telling him that he’s the best friend he could ever have hoped for - at which Iwaizumi’s head pops back up and actually pouts, muttering: “I thought I was your best friend.”
Oikawa stares at him blankly for all of five seconds before he very rudely hangs up on Hanamaki, drops his phone and lunges at Iwaizumi with a scream, knocking him over onto the bed and proceeding to pepper kisses all over his face.
“Oh my god, Oikawa, remind me why I’m dating you-”
“Because you love me,” Oikawa trills, thoroughly enjoying himself. “You love me, and you want everyone to know it-”
“Well what’s wrong with that?” Iwaizumi cuts in, defensive despite the angry blush all over his face. “It’s not like you didn’t know that?”
Oikawa beams. “But now you’ve said it!”
Iwaizumi shakes his head and mutters: “I can’t believe I let them get me that drunk. I can’t believe you let them get me that drunk!”
“Aw, Iwa-chan, we all knew you were just too shy to admit how starstruck you are from dating me-”
“That’s not an excuse for letting them humiliate me!”
He pushes him off and sits up, but Oikawa is still beaming as he follows suit.
“Ah, but you didn’t deny it!”
Iwaizumi groans and buries his face in his hands.
“See, this is why I don’t say things like that! This is why I don’t tell you you look adorable when you sleep, or that I couldn’t stop staring at your hands-”
“Ooh, you like my hands, Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi throws his arms up in surrender, and Oikawa flops sideways into his lap, chortling gleefully.
“Ahhh, you should get drunk more
often!” he says, grinning up at him.
“…most certainly not,” Iwaizumi says, but he lets his arms drop and starts threading his fingers through Oikawa’s hair.
And then, almost as an afterthought, he adds: “…it’s so soft. How do you get it so goddamn soft?!”
The most smug and delighted expression he has probably ever worn in his entire life stretches across Oikawa’s face.
“You love me,” he says, practically glowing.
“…you know, I thought you were insufferable before, but this just takes the cake.”
“You loooove me,” he repeats, reaching up and poking Iwaizumi’s cheek.
“Oh my god, Oikawa.”
“You’re not denying it! You love me, and my legs and my hands and my hair-”
Iwaizumi shuts him up by bending over and smashing their lips together, hard.
“Stupid, ridiculous Shittykawa,” he mumbles angrily, and Oikawa cackles.
“So sappy and mushy and disgusting, Iwa-chan-”
“Please, please shut up-”
“Who knew you were so in love-”
“I swear to God, I will end you-”
But Oikawa just laughs, huffing out air into Iwaizumi’s face. “Oh, you’d never! You’d be miserable without me!”
Iwaizumi stares at him for a moment, frowning, before he gives up and folds down over him, resting his head on Oikawa’s chest.
“…just, please. You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”
Oikawa laughs again, easy and light.
“Great,” Iwaizumi says with a sigh, even as he pulls Oikawa closer and hides his face in his shirt. “Just great.”
Thank you for reading! (Just a heads up here: I got this same prompt a second time so I’ll be writing that with Oikawa being the drunk one xD More stuff coming soon!!)
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