The second Iwaizumi woke up, he knew this day would be shitty.
His shoulder was sore was lying on it, eyes heavy and stinging from just staying open, and even without a reflection, he knew his hair was a disaster. Iwaizumi turned onto his side with a simple flip, grabbing his phone that was silently buzzing on the side table.
Iwaizumi glared at his phone and the few notifications on his screen. He cleared them away until he could see the picture of him and Oikawa cuddling on the couch; Oikawa’s sister took the picture on Christmas.
It was barely enough to pull a small smile on Iwaizumi’s lips.
After fifteen minutes of lying around, changing positions every minute due to soreness, Iwaizumi finally stood up. He dragged himself to the bathroom, cringing at his tired face.
He turned to face the mirror completely and his mood only worsened. His hair was too spiky, his face too rough, his body too strong for his embarrassing height. Iwaizumi turned on the sink, splashing some water in his face.
Changing, Iwaizumi did his best to obey school dress codes, choosing the longest, baggiest shirt he had with the most comfortable but loose pants he had. Iwaizumi struggled with his tie as he walked down the stairs.
His phone buzzed in his back pocket.
Tooru Baby: Iwa-chaaaaan! You’re taking too long! I want my baby ;(
Usually, Oikawa’s antics would make him smile, brighten his day, but not today. Iwaizumi left Oikawa on read and walked into the kitchen. He stared at the bowl of fruit along with the toast his mom left out for him.
Iwaizumi touched his stomach and cringed. Ever since their loss to Karasuno and the lack of practice, Iwaizumi wasn’t as strong as he used to be. Shaking his head and ignoring his hunger, Iwaizumi left the house.
He spotted Oikawa waiting for him down the street, talking to three of his fangirls who happened to live in the same neighborhood as them. The sight made Iwaizumi’s stomach twist.
Yes, he and Oikawa have been together for what seemed like ages. They started dating their second year of middle school, coming out their first year of high school, and have been going strong since then.
Yet, Iwaizumi couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of insecurity when he saw the girls flocked around his boyfriend, showering him with compliments and gifts that Iwaizumi was always too embarrassed to say or give because even after years of dating, he was still shy.
Iwaizumi came closer, trying to figure out what to do with his hands. Oikawa noticed him quickly and smiled brightly. He waved to the girls before jogging over to Iwaizumi, greeting him with a hug that Iwaizumi weakly returned.
Oikawa held Iwaizumi closer and harder. “Are you okay?”
Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa’s frown. He pulled back just enough to look at Iwaizumi with an unconvinced look. He looked the shorter male up and down, gaze growing more and more concerned.
“Hajime,” he said softly, caressing Iwaizumi’s hand, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Iwaizumi lied. He walked away, using whatever strength he had over Oikawa to leave his grasp. Oikawa jogged to keep up with his strong pace. “Those girls seemed nice.”
“Uh, yeah, they are,” Oikawa hesitantly responded. “Is that what’s wrong? Hajime, you know you’re my only one, right?”
Iwaizumi threw the stack of envelopes into the garbage. He had a scowl on his face as he walked down the hallway, hands shoved in his pockets and back slouched. Despite his boiling rage, a pit of sadness in his stomach was blooming.
Against his mind, tears started to fill Iwaizumi’s eyes. He mentally chastised himself before taking a sharp right into the bathroom. He entered the first available stall, slamming it shut and banging his head against the door.
This was stupid. He was being stupid and unnecessarily insecure.
Oikawa loved him, and he knew that, but fuck if it didn’t hurt to have girls handing him love letters for his boyfriend on a daily basis. Some people had no respect.
Iwaizumi’s cheeks were now wet with tears. He cursed sharply, wiping his face roughly, and fought back his sniffles.
There was a light knock on the stall.
“Hey, dude,” a classmate that Iwaizumi couldn’t recognize by name said, “do you want me to get Oikawa? Maybe Matsukawa? You sound like you need a hug and we’re not exactly close enough for that.”
Iwaizumi’s face was hot. He was so fucking embarrassed.
“No,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “just leave me alone.”
Iwaizumi’s day was long and full of suffering.
Lunch was stiff and awkward because Iwaizumi refused to talk to his friends, even Oikawa. He scooted away from Oikawa’s touches while looking over at the distant fan club that was staring at him intensely.
Now, Oikawa was silently walking Iwaizumi home, their pinkies intertwined as Iwaizumi stares at his shoes. Oikawa has tried making conversation a few times but gave up around the third attempt.
A little bit of guilt filled Iwaizumi, but every time he opened his mouth to say something, his voice vanished and all he could think about was how terrible he felt.
He loved Oikawa but he couldn’t help but feel it was unfair.
Oikawa was gorgeous, he was talented and great with words.
And Iwaizumi was . . . he was Iwaizumi.
He just wasn’t what Oikawa deserved.
Before he could stop, Iwaizumi sniffled.
And then he started crying.
“Hajime?” Oikawa whispered, stepping close and cupping Iwaizumi’s face to make him look up. Iwaizumi could see the heartbreak in Oikawa’s eyes when he laid eyes on the tears streaking Iwaizumi’s face. “Baby, I’m worried about you, what’s wrong?”
“I - I know it’s silly, and I know you’ll tell me I’m wrong and that I’m all you need. But . . . but . . . I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve that I’m the one you chose, out of countless pretty girls who would spend every day complimenting you and giving you gifts.” Iwaizumi leaned into Oikawa’s palm. “I’m so . . . I’m so mean and aggressive and violent. I - I would completely understand if you left me for someone else. Someone better.”
Oikawa pressed his forehead against Iwaizumi’s. “Are you finished?”
Oikawa moved his hands up into Iwaizumi’s hair. “I love you so much, Hajime. I have loved you since we were too young to know what love was. I could never love anyone as much as I love you because loving you is like breathing.” Oikawa kissed Iwaizumi softly. “Jesus, Hajime, I couldn’t live without you even if my life depended on it.”
Iwaizumi felt overwhelmed. He wanted to cry more but he also wanted to laugh. Instead, he chose to wrap his arms around Oikawa’s neck, burying his face in his neck, and whispering, “Can you show me?”
Iwaizumi steadily stepped back into his room, hands running through Oikawa’s soft hair as the taller male kissed and softly sucked his neck, leaving faint marks that Iwaizumi would later stroke.
“Tooru,” Iwaizumi whispered. His knees hit the bed and Oikawa grabbed his thighs, lifting Iwaizumi up before placing him comfortably on the pillows. Oikawa got on top of the shorter male, smiling softly while stroking his face
“You are so beautiful.”
Then he descended downward, all the way to his feet. Iwaizumi held his hand to his mouth and watched Oikawa lift his foot. He kissed it softly, steadily moving up his body, kissing a path all the way up to Iwaizumi’s bare chest.
“Baby, you’re all I need,” Oikawa whispered, fingers grazing Iwaizumi’s nipples, “you’re so handsome and kind. I could spend my entire life just holding you in my arms, covering your face in kisses, and telling you how much I love you.”
Iwaizumi moved to cover his face but Oikawa stopped him. He lightly pinned Iwaizumi’s wrists to the bed, not rough but just strong enough that he couldn’t slip out of his hold.
“Let me see you, Hajime.”
Iwaizumi nodded softly.
Oikawa sat up, reaching for the lube set between the bed and the bedside table. He lightly pulled Iwaizumi’s boxers down, placing a kiss to the tip of Iwaizumi’s leaking cock before pulling the clothing all the way down. He dropped it onto the floor and spread Iwaizumi’s legs.
“Hm, you look so pretty, baby.” Iwaizumi sniffled at the praise, a fresh wave of tears filling his eyes. Panicked, Oikawa lunged forward and cupped Iwaizumi’s face. “Hajime, Hajime, what’s wrong? Baby?”
“I - I just - “ Iwaizumi broke off to weakly sob into his hand, “I’m just so glad you love me.”
Iwaizumi never knew Oikawa could look at him so softly. His entire face screamed adoration. “And I’ll always love you, Hajime.”
Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa in softly, kissing him deeply and sighing into it. Oikawa dropped a bit, forcing Iwaizumi to tilt his head down to deepen the kiss. Oikawa pulled away just barely. “You. Are. Every. Thing.” He punctuated his words with a kiss.
The kiss continued, one of Iwaizumi’s hands dropping to hold Oikawa’s hips. Oikawa palmed for the lube, finally finding it by Iwaizumi’s thigh. He uncapped it and pulled away to put some on his fingers.
Prep always took some time. Iwaizumi was overly sensitive from his neck to his hole. Oikawa didn’t mind; he loved the way Iwaizumi would whimper and arch his back with even the smallest touches.
Oikawa spun his finger around Iwaizumi’s rim, swallowing his moans and whimpers with a kiss. Iwaizumi held Oikawa’s shoulders, finger buried in his shoulders as he whimpered, tears once again falling.
He’d never felt so loved.
Iwaizumi’s back arched when Oikawa slowly pushed a second finger, pumping his fingers in and out while carefully spreading Iwaizumi open. Iwaizumi threw his head back to moan loudly. His tears dropped into his mouth.
“Hajime, did I hurt you?” Oikawa whispered, stopping his movements.
Iwaizumi quickly shook his head. “No, no, I just . . . I love you so much.”
Oikawa groaned. “Hajime, if you keep saying these things, I’m gonna cum before I can ever get inside of you.”
Iwaizumi moaned softly. “Tooru, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
Iwaizumi nodded aggressively.
Oikawa smiled, kissing Iwaizumi deeply as he searched blindly in the drawer for a condom. He really needed to stop looking for them with his eyes closed. Iwaizumi grunted, shooing Oikawa’s hand away to grab the condom.
“So reliable,” Oikawa mumbled, pulling away to shuck off his boxers and tear the condom off in one fluid motion. After giving his cock a few strokes, Oikawa rolled the condom on and spread Iwaizumi’s legs a little wider.
Slowly, Oikawa slid into Iwaizumi, once again capturing his lips to suppress his moans. It was slow but pleasurable to both parties. Iwaizumi had his arms wrapped completely around Oikawa’s neck, restricting him from getting more than a few inches away.
“I love you,” Oikawa whispered, wiping Iwaizumi’s tears away, “You’re so beautiful.”
“Tooru, move .” It was always a pleasure to hear Iwaizumi with a whiny tone, one that Oikawa usually used.
Oikawa instantly hiked up Oikawa’s hips, fucking into him at a steady and comfortable pace. Soft sex wasn’t exactly the couple’s forte but every once in a while, when one of them needed comfort or a way to forget a failed test or injury, they always turned to it.
“Tooru, Tooru, Tooru,” Iwaizumi moaned softly, holding Oikawa’s hair and carding his fingers through it. “I love you. You’re mine, right?”
“Only yours, forever,” Tooru instantly responded, no hesitation detected.
Iwaizumi bit his lips. He didn’t want to cry again but it was a hard task. Oikawa stroked his face, hand moving lower to softly wrap around Iwaizumi’s cock. He stroked it in tandem with his thrusts.
“It’s okay, Hajime; you don’t need to cry.”
Nodding softly, holding his eyes tight to avoid any tears from slipping out. He squirmed as a familiar heat pooled in his stomach. “I’m close, Tooru.”
“Me, too, baby. Wanna cum together?”
Iwaizumi nodded, pulling Oikawa back for a harsh kiss as his back arched and he came. Just as Oikawa asked, he came along with Iwaizumi, deepening the kiss and holding Iwaizumi’s face.
The couple panted in synch, smiling softly and tiredly at one another. Oikawa stroked Iwaizumi’s bottom lip and whispered, “I’m gonna marry you one day.”
Iwaizumi released a shuddered gasp. “You don’t have to say - “
“I mean it.” Tooru turned the two of them, pressing Iwaizumi’s face into his chest. “I’m going to buy you a ring, take you somewhere nice - Paris, maybe - and I’ll get down on one knee. I’ll marry you in white and tell you how much I love you then kiss the daylights out of you.”
After a small pause filled with Iwaizumi’s soft cries, Oikawa sighed happily. “Oikawa Hajime.”
Iwaizumi chuckled. “Iwaizumi Tooru is better.”
“No, Oikawa Hajime.”
They continued back and forth, voices growing softer as they dozed off in one another’s arms; Hajime’s heart full and assured.