“Oikawa, who the hell is that?”
Oikawa turns to look in the direction Kuroo is pointing and then whacks his friend on the back of the head.
“No, dipshit, I know who your Iwa-chan is, you only drone on about him every chance you get. I’m talking about the adonis standing next to him,” Kuroo says, turning Oikawa’s chin slightly to the right.
“Dai-kun? I guess you could call him an adonis.”
Kuroo groans, “What’s his actual name?”
Oikawa gets a sly grin on his face that Kuroo knows means trouble, “Tetsu-chan, why do you want to know his name? Do you think he’s sex-”
Slapping his hand over Oikawa’s mouth, Kuroo regrets ever becoming friends with this fool. Oikawa bites him.
“What the fuck? Did you just bite me?” he snaps, pulling his hand back.
Oikawa huffs at him, “You’re being rude, Tetsu-chan, and I don’t think I’m going to give you Dai-kun’s actual name.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Kuroo replies, his eyes pleading.
Oikawa rolls his eyes, “Well, that might be the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. Okay, his name is Sawamura Daichi. He and Iwa-chan have classes together. Iwa-chan claims he’s a good guy.”
Kuroo think he might be in love. Is love at first sight a thing? He sure hopes so.
He’s so lost in his thoughts that he forgets Oikawa is sitting next to him.
“Oi,” Oikawa smirks, “no inappropriate thoughts at the lunch table about a boy you’ve never even met.”
“No, I’ve done my good deed for the day by giving you his name.”
“Oikawa, please, help me figure out a way to meet him.”
“Fine, but you’re buying my coffees for a month.”
Oikawa pauses for a moment and then says, “What do you think about throwing a party this Friday?”
“Who’s party is this?” Daichi asks as he climbs up the stairs next to Iwaizumi who’d invited him along.
“Some science nerd invited Oikawa to this party and he invited me and I invited you,” Iwaizumi drawls with a shrug.
Daichi looks over at his friend with a disbelieving look on his face.
“Okay, I can’t keep up when they start talking their space shit so you are my talking partner tonight,” Iwaizumi confesses.
Laughing, Daichi slaps Iwaizumi on the back, “Sounds like a plan.”
They can hear the music emanating from the open door at the end of the hallway and head that way. As soon as they walk into the apartment, they both freeze.
“I thought you said a nerd was throwing this party,” Daichi hisses as they look into a room filled with college athletes. Iwaizumi shrugs helplessly, “That’s what I thought.”
“Welcome,” a voice purrs from their right. Leaning against the doorframe is the most beautiful man Daichi has ever seen.
“You must be Oikawa’s friends,” the stranger continues, “welcome to the party. Drinks and food are in the kitchen. Iwaizumi, Oikawa’s challenging Bokuto to beer pong, you might want to go control your boyfriend.”
“Not my boyfriend,” Iwaizumi sighs, heading in the direction the stranger pointed.
“But he wishes Oikawa was his boyfriend,” the stranger laughs.
“You’ve picked up on the pining too?” Daichi asks, sliding his shoes off.
“If I have to hear one more instance of Oikawa droning on about how he could swim laps in the green of his Iwa-chan’s eyes, I might just shove them in a closet myself. I’m Kuroo by the way,” Kuroo says, tilting his head for Daichi to follow him.
“What does that even mean?” Daichi asks, laughing as he picks up a cup and pours some beer into it.
“Who the fuck knows? It’s Oikawa.”
Speaking of the devil, Oikawa appears out of nowhere and throws an arm around Kuroo’s shoulders, “Tetsu-chan, I see that you’ve met Dai-kun.”
“Oikawa,” Daichi says exasperatedly, “please just call me Sawamura.”
“Well, Sa’amura,” Kuroo purrs again and Daichi feels an electric tingle shoot up his spin at the way his name sounds coming from Kuroo’s mouth, “what do you say to a beer pong match between us and the pining idiots?”
Oikawa’s eyes go hard in an instant, as he says, “Careful, Tetsu-chan.”
Daichi smirks at Oikawa, “That sounds fun. But let’s make it a little more interesting. Losers have to kiss.”
“WHAT?” shrieks Oikawa so loudly that Iwaizumi comes rushing in.
“The hell is your problem, Oikawa?” he snaps, glaring at his best friend.
Kuroo’s grin goes a bit feral, “I like how you think, Sa’amura. Iwaizumi, we challenge you to beer pong, losers have to kiss in that closet for 5 minutes.”
Iwaizumi freezes and looks at Oikawa who is very much NOT looking in his direction. But then he nods, “Okay.”
Oikawa whips around to stare at his friend.
“Oh and no throwing the match,” Kuroo smirks, “we’ll know if you aren’t playing your best.”
Daichi and Kuroo head to the far side of the ping pong table to get it set up.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit devious?” Daichi asks, pouring beer into the cups Kuroo’s handing him.
“Devious is my middle name,” Kuroo quips, with a wink.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi finally make their way to their side of the table and the game starts. It’s pretty evenly matched with each side wanting the other to secretly win. But in the end, Kuroo sinks the winning shot as all the color leaves Oikawa’s face.
“Drink up, Toto,” Kuroos grins, “Sa’amura, would mind showing these two to the closet? I’ll set the timer.”
Daichi opens the door to the small closet and pushes Iwaizumi and Oikawa inside, “Well, have fun you two. We expect messy hair and swollen lips. And look, there’s even a lock on the inside so just lock the door when you feel like you need more time.”
And then he slams the door shut.
Kuroo hands him another cup, this time with water, as they sit on the couch and watch the door.
“How long do you think they’ll be in there?” Daichi asks, looking at his watch.
“An hour?” Kuroo says seriously, “they’ve got a lot of making up for lost time to do.”
Daichi chuckles, “It’s almost like you planned for this to happen, Kuroo Tetsurou.”
Kuroo turns to face Daichi on the couch, and says, “Well, the goal was to meet you. Getting them together was an unintended bonus.”
Daichi slides slightly closer, “Well, I think you deserve a prize for all that hard work.”
“Oh?” Kuroo asks, leaning in just so.
“Yeah,” Daichi whispers against his lips, “I mean you planned this whole party to try to meet me and you got our friends together. Seems like you deserve some kind of reward.”
Kuroo pulls back stunned.
Daichi just laughs and points to the closet, “Oikawa’s got a big mouth and I think you’re kind of cute when you’re trying to be a mastermind.”
Kuroo groans and leans his head back against the back of the couch, “This is really fucking embarrassing, Sawamura Daichi.”
Daichi pats his cheek, “It really is.”
There’s a loud bump from the closet. They both turn to see Iwaizumi fall backwards out of the closet, a shirtless Oikawa toppling on top of him. It’s like the music screeches to a halt as everyone in the apartment turns to stare at the pair.
Kuroo whistles at them which sets of cheers as Iwaizumi pushes OIkawa off him, hands him his shirt, grabs his hand and then hauls him out of the party.
Daichi leans in to Kuroo’s space again, whispering, “Closets free.”
“Sa’amura, this is my place. Let’s at least go makeout on my bed.”
“Aren’t you the host?” Daichi asks standing up to look around.
Kuroo huffs and then yells, “Oi, Bokuto, make sure they don’t trash the place. I’m gonna go make out with this hottie.”
Daichi goes red, “For fucks sake, now they’re gonna be listening at the door.”
Kuroo leans down to whisper in Daichi’s ear, “Then let’s give them a good show, Sawamura.”
And oh do they put on a loud show.
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