Seijoh4week prompt writings
Ok these are really bad but gimme a break I wrote one at 12 p.m. and another at 7 a.m.
“Like you two weren’t off making out with each other,” Iwaizumi retorted. At this, miraculously, Matsukawa and Hanamaki turned pink, though only slightly. With a huff, Iwaizumi linked his hands with Oikawa’s (they had come apart sometimes, neither had noticed) and turned around, gently pulling Oikawa through the tunnel and away from the fish, closely followed by Hanaki and Matsukawa as they bickered with Oikawa.
“Oi! Kawa,” Hanamaki shouted from the entrance. Matsukawa sniggered from besides him as Oikawa squawked in protest.
“Don’t just tack my name onto a greeting!” Oikawa whined as Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Iwa-chan! Don’t just stand there, you have to defend me!” Matsukawa mimicked Oikawa’s high-pitched moaning of “Iwa-chan”, as Hanamaki smirked and Iwaizumi hid a smile behind his hand. Oikawa screeched in outrage in the exact tone Matsukawa had used, and they all burst into laughter.
“C’mon, we’re not gonna be able to get tickets if we just hang out here forever.” At Iwaizumi’s comment, the rest scrambled to get inside the huge marble building. All three of them voted for Oikawa to buy the tickets and/or attempt to get a discount by wooing the clerk, who was a short, shy looking girl. As planned, when Oikawa started flirting with her, a wink here and a half-smile there, she immediately blushed and stuttered, resulting in four tickets for half the price (honestly, they all kind of felt bad for getting in cheap, but a free ticket was a free ticket).
They easily got through the short line and stepped inside, with a cry from Oikawa “To the exhibits!”. Soon after, the four separated into two groups, as Hanamaki and Matsukawa wanted to go see the sharks, earning another remark from Oikawa - “Of course Iwa-chan wants to go with me, Makki!” - and Iwaizumi groaning - “Don’t leave me with just him.” Still, the strawberry-blonde pulled Matsukawa towards the shark exhibit and Oikawa hooked his arm through a grumbling Iwaizumi’s and dragged him off to see “the pretty fish, Iwa-chan! And the coral! Honestly, who would want to see plain old sharks?” “I like sharks, Kusoikawa.”
The two wandered after getting lost (“Dammit Oikawa, you suck at this.” “You’re not much better Iwa-chan! Or else we wouldn’t have gotten lost.” “Shut up.”). For some time, they could hear Matsukawa and Hanamaki yelling at each other about memes and whatnot, probably something they’ve seen on instagram or tumblr. Soon though, their voices faded, leaving only Oikawa’s complaints hanging in the air. It seemed not many people ventured this deep into the aquarium - or maybe it was just early.
“Mattsun and Makki are honestly so uncivilised, yelling in a place like thi- oh,” breathed Oikawa, the chatter having finally stopped. Iwaizumi looked around, noticing they were in a cavern of glass, surrounded by water and fish on every side except for the dark tunnel they came through in. Multicolour fish swam around the glass walls in swarms, passively floating through the calm water. Oikawa’s eyes reflected the bright blue, gold, red, and oranges that shined on the fish scales. In Iwaizumi’s opinion, Oikawa’s eyes were much prettier than the fish, but he didn’t need to know that - he would get a big head if he did. Instinctively, their hands found each other’s, fingers locking in place. After a moment of silence, Oikawa returned to his talkative self, fluffy hair bobbing as he jumped up and down.
“Woah! Isn’t that fish so pretty?” Oikawa gushed, pointing at a bright coloured fish with frilly fins. It was, Iwaizumi thought. Not missing a beat, he quietly murmured, “Yeah, just like you.”
“Haaah?! You can’t just say that, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa’s stage-whisper echoed off the glass and reverberated in the small cave. He buried his flushed face in his hands, falling silent after that outburst. Iwaizumi pried his fingers away from his face, smirking. Oikawa looked up at him (a miracle he didn’t comment on it, Iwaizumi thought as he thankfully noted the slight slouch that allowed him to be just slightly taller), eyes shining and glossy.
“Wait- are you crying?” Iwaizumi asked in astonishment. He had expected something like, “I know I’m pretty, but if only you were half as good-looking, Iwa-chan,” or “That’s so unfair that you always get to compliment me, no, I’m not blushing!” or something along those lines Instead, the eyes that seemed to hold galaxies were filling up with tears as Oikawa looked up at Iwaizumi.
“Yes! God Iwa-chan, you’re always so nice, and pretty, and perfect…” Oikawa sniffed. “I just… I don’t know, it’s not fair!” Oikawa mumbled, pouting, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Iwaizumi laughed.
“Tooru, what did I do to deserve you?” Iwaizumi leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, silencing a shriek that was sure to surface after what he just said. When Iwaizumi leaned back, Oikawa let out a small croak.
“No fair! You can’t just call me by my given name before I do, Ha-Hajime!” Oikawa’s whole face was red, while Iwaizumi’s ears were tinged a slight pink.
“Yeaaaah! Get some, Iwaizumi!” came a delighted shout and a wolf whistle, signalling the other two showing up. Oikawa somehow turned redder, while Iwaizumi, once again, rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Different kisses shared among them:
There were eight; eight kisses shared among them that they all remembered from the countless nights they had laid snuggling, or times they cried in defeat, or another.
When Iwaizumi, for the first time as a six-year old, had fallen from a tree and scraped his forehead, Oikawa had planted a tender kiss there, saying how his sister would do that for him when he got hurt, to help it heal faster.
When Oikawa’s parakeet died, he had cried for days, until Iwaizumi bumped his nose against his own, explaining that it was an Eskimo kiss. They laid in bed that night, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over Oikawa’s bedroom wall.
In their first year in Kitagawa, at night in a training camp, Iwaizumi had been dared to kiss Oikawa. Both of them blushing, Iwaizumi had quickly pecked him on the cheek and furiously dared the other to do something - Oikawa didn’t remember, as he had buried his face in his pillow and stayed there until the third years came to tell them to shower.
The first time Hanamaki had kissed Matsukawa was on his ears, which promptly turned as red as they could go. There was endless teasing from Oikawa and Iwaizumi after that.
Oikawa’s knees had given out, and he had fallen to the ground in pain, ball bouncing uselessly on the floor. Iwaizumi, despite the urge to yell about pushing himself too much, had lifted Oikawa up and placed him on the bench, examining the injured knee. He gently placed a kiss there, as tears fell from a one silent Oikawa.
At a third year training camp at Seijoh, Hanamaki and Oikawa had started fooling around, which ended with the third years kissing all of Oikawa’s ticklish spots (a.k.a. His tummy), which also ended with Mizoguchi coming in to lecture them about being responsible and mature.
Iwaizumi had taken Oikawa’s hands, commenting on how they were perfect for setting. Long and lean fingers. Delicate, but strong. They were the ones that set the ball to him, or served with the precision to break down the other team’s receives. He brushed his lips against every knuckle, his calloused palms.
The first time their lips touched, it had been after the match with Karasuno; the final one. The one they lost. On the bus ride home, everyone had been silent, and most asleep after the tiring game. Even Kyoutani had been muted. When they got back, Oikawa had insisted to stay and practice a bit more, and for some reason, the Coach had agreed. The third years had stayed behind, silent except for the grunts and panting as they jumped and jumped. Soon, all four were lying on the ground in defeat. Oikawa leaned towards to Iwaizumi, and suddenly they were kissing, tears mingling between their lips pressed together. Tiredly, Matsukawa and Hanamaki reached over, and they were leaning against each other on the gym floor, hot and sweaty and crying.
Lemme be honest this is the first time I’ve written a Haikyuu!! fanfic that doesn’t have as much angst in it
Also sorry it’s so late, I had a lot of problems with my computer and was super busy. Here’s the art part of this week