immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on if anyone read my kyouhaba one, you’d notice that yahaba is a really bad dancer. if you ever wondered why, blame oikawa. fucking. blame oikawa. this poor, misunderstood boy just wanted to have a good time but iwaizumi is shooting him disapproving looks from across the room, phone already in his hand as he checks the song lists for that radio station on his phone, when suddenly: sugar - maroon 5, playing after the current song. he stands up hastily, spilling his drink in the process. oikawa watches this with wide eyes - he knows the signs of a maroon 5 song already. he’s in tune with iwaizumi. which is why he runs in the complete opposite direction to the living room just as the song starts. iwaizumi’s too late. he’s crying. he spills his drink everywhere. why, oikawa.
wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes “oikawa… psst… hey, oikawa. oikawa. oikawa. toooooru.. toooooooruuu… hey, oika-” “WHAT.” “….you up?” “……hajime iwaizumi, i am this close to kicking you out of my bed in nothing but your boxers so if you don’t-” “GOTTA CATCH ME FOR THAT, YA PRICK!” cue iwaizumi thundering down the stairs into the kitchen, giggling to himself as he hears oikawa’s frustrated scream and heavy footsteps down the stairs after him. it’s one way to get him up.
sends the other unsolicited nudes this… should have oikawa written all over it. but imagine iwaizumi having to go look for oikawa after his fangirls got a hold of him again before a match. and he finds him almost immediately - it isn’t really hard, all he had to do was listen out for “a picture? sure! ☆～（ゝ。∂）”. and instead of doing what he usually does - throwing a volleyball at his head, tackling him from behind, pretending he’s having a heart attack so oikawa drops everything and runs over in tears (it only happened once), he grabs his phone and sends a special gallery full of nudes. iwa-chan’s nudes. not even oikawa knows about it. and he sends them one after the other, to the point oikawa smiles at the girls apologetically and unlocks his phone. “ah, it’s iwa-chan!” he exclaims with faux happiness, preparing himself for the onslaught of “DUMBASS WHERE R U” texts. but instead he finds that. those. his mouth suddenly goes dry. the biscuit the girls spent all day making is now all over the floor as he drops them. (as an apology, he spends the rest of the day making special biscuit packages for each girl that came to see him.)
brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt the one time iwaizumi threatened to karate chop oikawa into hell and back and oikawa laughed and said “do it then!” and iwaizumi hesitated, and now whenever he gets angry, oikawa, makki and mattsun sing “everybody loves KUNG FU FIGHTING - HYAH!” in synchronisation. they’re never letting him live that one down.
comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops fucking iwa-chan. iwa-chan! “i wouldn’t put such artificial and sugary things in my body!~~~” “yeah, says the guy who has a secret stash of milk bread in the gym.” but iwaizumi finds himself standing outside the bakery he passes on his way to school, staring through the window as they fill the display case with teal cupcakes, decorated with delicate white flowers in white paper cases. he managed to buy enough for the team. oikawa’s one was pushed onto his nose after he kept grabbing iwa-chan’s arm and fawning over him, “my iwa-chan! my ace is so cute, kyaaa!~~~”
blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit OIKAWA. everything this boy says is ridiculous, so you can imagine him blowing sarcastic kisses after everything that leaves his mouth. and whenever iwaizumi threatens to punch him because “your face pisses me off, oikawa!” the third years started humming kung fu fighting.
killed the guy (also, which hid the body) iwaizumi killed the guy. oikawa refused to touch the body. iwaizumi dumped the body in oikawa’s garden. oikawa (reluctantly) hid the body.
wears the least clothing around the house IWAIZUMI. GOD. FUCKING. BLESS. “tooru, have you seen my t-shirt?” “nope, haven’t seen it!” oikawa calls back, hastily hiding said t-shirt in his own closet. he quickly jumps onto his bed when iwaizumi walks in with a, “huh? did you say you have my t-shirt?” and oikawa is ready to answer. he’s so ready to answer but the sight of iwaizumi in nothing but those jeans that hug his thighs perfectly. “nope. not at all.” “oh, okay, thanks anyway.” he leaves again, letting oikawa see that perfect view again. once he’s out of sight, oikawa falls back onto his bed, fanning himself as he replies, “no, thank you.”
has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason “oikawa. i’m going to hug you.” “wh-okay.” not that oikawa had a choice - the hug was a demand. and oikawa only stops his cooking momentarily as he feels the hot weight on his back, tawny and strong arms snaking around his waist. “everything alright?” iwaizumi only hums in response, the spiky hair rubbing against oikawa’s nape as he nods. oikawa shudders at the sensation, allowing himself to be pressed against the counter as iwaizumi readjusts, practically melting into his back as oikawa carries on humming to himself.