hqkink | Prompt Post #1 [OPEN]

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Iwaizumi, bless his heart, is oblivious to everything.
Really; Oikawa is starting to worry about his friend’s mental health. For all precious Iwa-chan knows, the girl who has a crush on him from class 3-A means nothing in her acts of giving him heart shaped chocolate in three consecutive valentine’s. Despite all his pestering, Iwaizumi had only raised him eyebrow and said that it was only “obligatory”.
Heart shaped chocolates with the word “ai” written on them surrounded by roses isn’t quite how obligatory chocolates work, but Oikawa’s fine with Iwa-chan being a bit dense for now.
Except then Iwaizumi has no idea what he’s doing when he touches Oikawa one day in court, hand over hand with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, foreheads pressing, when he speaks,
“Princess, are you okay?”
Iwaizumi ends up mistaking his flush as a fever (Hanamaki says that it’s not, and Oikawa kicks his legs.)
(Hanamaki gets him back by tickling his neck, except Iwaizumi is the best knight ever, which basically means that Matsukawa is never faithful and it’s not Oikawa who ends up breathless from laughing on the floor of the locker room trapped between two half-dressed volleyball players.
He totally doesn’t provoke Iwa-chan into getting into a tickle fight with him two hours later.)

Oikawa discovers on a lovely morning (3 am) that it’s very difficult to avoid mosquitoes after falling down the stairs and cursing out a not-broken-but-useless-so-what’s-the-difference knee. Eventually the annoying blood suckers win out and he ends up phoning Iwaizumi to please, please praise his pretty heart, pick him up.
Iwaizumi comes with a furious scowl and curses.
“Damn it Trashkawa, what were you thinking? You already know you’re hurt, so stop being an idiot and training at ungodly early hours!”
“Rude, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa shoots back, except Iwaizumi gives him that look. Not the stop-being-an-idiot-in-public look or the stop-being-an-idiot-in-private look number 3.2, but that one. The one that makes Oikawa feel like dirt.
Not that he’d ever tell Iwa-chan.
“Iwaa-chaan!” He manages instead, pouting as he wriggles. The stairs are hard, okay, and he’s pretty sure after lying forty minutes on them that he has rectangles imprinted onto his sides.
“What, shittykawa?” But Iwaizumi knows exactly what because the next moment he’s pulling Oikawa up by the arms and into his. Sighing at the pleasant warmth and the ability to stop crushing his knee with his weight, Oikawa sags into Iwaizumi’s arms.
“Thank you… cutie.” Predictably, Iwa-chan takes the next moment to hit him. Which, mean! Hitting an injured person—what kind of demon had Oikawa friended?
“Shut up, sweetie.” Iwaizumi growls softly. It’s not very effective when he’s half dragging Oikawa in his arms, eventually just shifting to take on his friend’s entire weight. How sweet, really.
Exhaustion eventually climbs into his body, and though its early morning and they have school only a few hours from now, he lets Iwaizumi drag him along back home. He’s not certain which home it’s going to be—his or Iwa-chan’s, but honestly he’s not awake enough to question it. They’re almost onto their neighborhood, Oikawa tottering with drowsy eyes and Iwaizumi resolute when he hears it.
“You’re good enough already.”
He spends the next three hours in bed awake.

Oikawa Tooru is in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.
It’s probably supposed to be the biggest thing in his life, the crowning firework explosion at the end of all firework explosions, the festival king. Except it’s really not, because Iwa-chan doesn’t do anything different when they’re holding hands or when they’re hugging, bodies flushed, and he definitely doesn’t notice how Oikawa gets about fifty shades redder when he uses the word “baby”.
Except he does and maybe Oikawa is even denser than Iwa-chan because it’s not him who starts the make out session after Interhigh.

It all spirals downward from there. Oikawa learns very quickly that although there is absolutely no problem, quite the opposite of it really, with light praises in make out sessions, suddenly it’s less than okay in the court.
Basically, he face-planted on national television because Iwaizumi whispered “you did good” into his ear.
That’s why he ends up staring at Iwaizumi, slick with sweat and cramped because some idiot decided to cram the lacrosse sticks, rollerblades and volleyball nets into one small closet instead of the numerous ones lined up along the wall. It’s late enough after practice that even coach is shuffling his papers preparing to leave, which means that they’re alone to talk this through.
And by talk through, he very readily means have sex on the gymnastics mat.

(And if Tooru ends up with sticky thighs and praises running through his head, well, who’s complaining?)

Prompt Post #1 [OPEN]

Praise (fill) 6/8

Praise (fill) 7/8

Praise (fill) 8/8