iwaoi drabble
secret marriage / relationship reveal
fluff / humor
time skip / post-canon
"say... oikawa-kun," atsumu leans over the long restaurant table in onigiri miya with a shark-like grin, searching for blood, "ya got someone? or are ya single?"
oikawa stares at him for a long, long moment during which atsumu's grin falters at the edges and some of his fellow japan men's national volleyball team members turn towards them curiously.
abruptly oikawa rounds on hajime, who is sitting to his right. "you didn't tell them."
hajime looks caught out. he glances between oikawa and the rest of the guys who are watching with keen interest. a wince is already creasing his face as he attempts to placate oikawa, "i didn't think it was any of their business—"
"you've known all of these people for two years now! some of them for longer!" oikawa says with incredulity.
hajime pauses tellingly, before defensively pointing out, "so have you. you could've said something."
"three people," oikawa retorts in exasperation, "i knew three people here, and the rest i met like three days ago. hajime, seriously?"
"well, why didn't you tell those three!"
"wha— because i thought you did!" oikawa splutters, before adding, "you idiot."
"fine!" hajime groans because he knows he's lost this argument and that oikawa was going to hold this over his head for the rest of their lives, "fine, it's on me. but i still can't believe you didn't tell hinata."
"i asked you to tell everyone," oikawa reminds him acidically.
hajime raises an eyebrow dubiously. "i really never came up in all those text conversations?"
"oi, what do you think we talk about?" oikawa frowns at him. hajime remains doubtful, which, rude, but is maybe not completely unfounded.
sighing, oikawa says, "i just call you iwa-chan. i'm not like you, always telling people 'my husband this', 'my husband that' instead of using my name."
"what—?!" comes choked off from the background.
"husband?!"
"since when?!"
"YOU'RE MARRIED?!"
oikawa quickly rewinds his previous statement in his mind and then shrugs at hajime's unamused look, "oops. cat's out of the bag."
atsumu lunges over the table to grip oikawa's shoulder, spinning him away from hajime. his face is an open book of shock, eyes as wide as dinner plates, "husband?"
oikawa rests his elbow on hajime's shoulder and presses his hand against his smile because he knows it's irritatingly smug. "mhm, iwa-chan is my husband."
he tugs the gold chain around his neck out of his shirt with his left hand, pinching the ring hanging from it and raising it up for the table to see. he even leans over and does the same for the chain hanging around hajime's neck.
"we're married," oikawa beams, enjoying the minor meltdown team japan is having over the reveal. atsumu is clutching his hair in horror, tobio is frozen with a thunderstruck look, and shouyou is turning a concerning shade of red. he thinks bokuto might be crying.
the first to regain some sanity is sakusa, who leans around hajime to congratulate them quietly, voice sounding stunned.
then it's suna, sitting to oikawa's left, who sounds impressed as he says, "nice husband you got there."
oikawa smiles sunnily at him. "thanks, i caught him myself."
"shut up," hajime elbows him.
to suna, he says, "it's stockholm syndrome."
"for twenty-four years?" oikawa asks him dryly, "even when i was half-way across the world at one point and you could have easily been rid of me?"
"you already had your claws in me at that point," hajime dismisses him easily with a wave of his hand, "there was no escaping after high school."
"stop flirting," atsumu whines and they both turn to him, "it's like watching my parents."
oikawa snorts, raising both eyebrows in amusement. "if you look at your parents the way you look at both of us, i'm going to have to call the police."
atsumu blushes bright red, slouching in his chair out of embarrassment. shouyou and hoshiumi cackle loudly. bokuto reaches around a confused tobio to pat atsumu on the back in consolation. suna snickers to himself.
"you've got a shitty personality, tooru," hajime sighs, fond underneath all the resignation. oikawa looks over at him, impish smirk tugging at his lips, "and yet you married me."












