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injuredknee‌:

         silence becomes a weapon, dangerous on either side of the court. he tries to volley the subject back to iwaizumi’s side, unsure how exactly to navigate playing this game now that they’re begging everything on the outcome. 

this is a subject only ever broached with a heady lack of seriousness until now — because saying something makes it true; admitting that iwaizumi takes up all the space in his heart not allotted for volleyball means gives iwaizumi the power to break it. oikawa has enough to lose. it feels like too much to risk but it is way too late for that realization to hold any stock in the matter. he trips over it anyway.

      he flattens his palm on iwaizumi’s chest, leaves it there, and then removes it - folding an arm and resting his chin in the crook of his elbow to assess iwaizumi’s expression. there isn’t much to pick apart but he makes an attempt anyway. of everyone in his life, iwaizumi might be the best at throwing him for a loop. it doesn’t matter how bad he is at hiding his emotions - when it comes to the two of them, oikawa can’t ever get a read on the situation. the twitch of a hand halfway between pulling back or staying where it is gives very little away.

      so he asks, point blank, “ you’re being serious? you want to actually date me, hajime? ”

   either oikawa is actually an idiot or he just hasn’t been as transparent as he’d originally thought he had been. iwaizumi actual deadpans as he tilts his head ever so slightly to look at oikawa. “are you being serious right now?” 

   "of course i want to date you. i’ve wanted to date you since our first year in high school. as much as i tried to ignore it, i couldn’t. i didn’t think it was that hard to tell, everyone seemed to notice it.” apparently everyone but oikawa. he can remember the first time that his mom brought it up to him, half way through their first year, she’d made a comment about them at the dinner table and he’d nearly choked on his rice ball. 

   iwaizumi takes a deep breath, gripping onto the back of oikawa’s shirt to ground himself. even if he knows that he’s liked oikawa for this long, it still doesn’t mean that oikawa is going to return the feelings. “yes. yes i want to date you.”

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injuredknee‌:

     oikawa hadn’t been expecting anything that has transpired in the last two minutes and being guided to lie against iwaizumi as if this is some normal movie night is no exception. he complies regardless, too absorbed by the whiplash pace of the gears turning in his brain to consider that he’s being herded like an anxious cow. cheek pressed to iwaizumi’s chest, he huffs a confused breath but offers no answer to the sentiment yet.

another thirty seconds pass, less anxiety induced than the previous, but oikawa still doesn’t say anything. next to his face, fingers curl into iwaizumi’s shirt front, making it more difficult for him to be easily evicted.

it could be argued ( by anyone but them ) that they’ve been dating for eons already and oikawa wouldn’t disagree. that is not a point that need to be made. his concern is how his intentions to tease iwaizumi about marriage turned into iwaizumi turning the table on him like it were an actual, viable option. “ you’re not making any sense. ” it means in general but there’s plenty of room for that to be misconstrued.

   by instinct alone the arm between oikawa and the couch curls around him and onto the middle of oikawa’s back, his other arm folding itself behind his head. it isn’t like this is a new position for them, it’s the most comfortable for movie night. the way oikawa’s body is pressed against his feels right, always did. like they were puzzle pieces meant to fit together. 

   “how am i not making any sense?” he’s confused, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong but comes up empty. “you can’t marry someone that you aren’t dating. so if you want to marry me, we should date first.” it seems like logic, at least in his mind. oikawa’s brain has always been something special, something different. 

   unless of course, he means that actually getting married wasn’t ever a viable option, and he was just being oikawa. in which case he wouldn’t be making any sense, and he’s laying all his cards on the table for nothing. it’d mean he’d misconstrued all of oikawa’s actions over all of their years of friendship. iwaizumi can feel his chest tighten with anxiety over it, his heart beats weaker than previous, a sharp pain stabbing through it. 

   the hand on oikawa’s back twitches away for a half second, but otherwise his face stays the same and no other muscle group dares make their possible mistake known. iwaizumi has always lived with the nagging possibility that oikawa was just this way with him because that’s how he was sometimes, and that he really truly didn’t feel anything for him. maybe it was the truth?

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injuredknee‌:

    … a broken shell of a man.

   iwaizumi sits up from where he’s lounged on the couch, and reaches out to grab a gentle hold of oikawa’s wrist, and pulls him towards him, hard enough that if oikawa wasn’t expecting it he’d fall right onto of iwaizumi. laying back against the arm, he raises a brow at the other. “don’t you think we should date before we get married. hmm?” 

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injuredknee‌:

     “ wHwheew !? ”

   “ ......” 

  “come here.”

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injuredknee‌:

     “ RINGS DO NOT GROW IN THE COURTYARD, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, I NEED MORE THAN THIRTY SECONDS TH-THAT’S NOT FAIR ! ”

   he looks at his wrist, which doesn’t actually have a watch. “oh, well, looks like you’ve run out of time. guess we aren’t getting married.”

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injuredknee‌:

   “ W-WAIT ! THIS ISN’T ! FUNNY, I-IWA-CHAN — IT TAKES MORE THAN THIRTY SECONDS TO GET MARRIED! ”

   “dumbass, i said thirty seconds to get me a ring not the act of getting married.” 

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injuredknee‌:

    “ I - I - … BU- BUT !? ”

    “thirty seconds, you’re running out of time.”

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injuredknee‌:

       “ — REALLY?!  you’ll just marry me?! just like that?! ”

   “hurry up the clock is ticking.”

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injuredknee‌:

    “ wh-what? ”

   “i said okay. now go get me a ring before i change my mind.”

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injuredknee‌:

“ hey, iwa-chan… we should get married. ” / @missedpoint

   “okay.”

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injuredknee‌:

       “ iwa-chan, are you my mom? ”  oikawa cuts in quickly, tossing a look in his direction with practiced precision before turning his gaze back to the darkening sky.  “ — and  that was one time. ”

        honestly, he has one near death experience and iwaizumi chastises him every time he so much as thinks about straining himself. makes it seem like oikawa is always reckless about his physical wellness when it comes to achieving a goal or something.

        constellations start to peak through the evening and he very nearly stops himself from actually greeting them aloud like he does on the rare occasion that he finds himself on the astronomy tower alone. 

his fingers uncurl from around the railing and smooth over his thighs, trying to stifle his rekindling excitement. the meteor shower won’t start for another two hours or so but that doesn’t bother him any. clear nights like this, when he isn’t subject to the company of less pleasant company and the task of completing an corresponding assignment are so rare. this is one of his favourite parts, too — watching the slow dimming of day and dull spread of darkness like the sky is opening up to the entire galaxy and it is welcoming him home. nothing is quite equivalent — there are maybe three things that come close: the first time he flew on a broom, the vastness of the ocean, and when he does something that makes iwaizumi smile without meaning to.

         “ tell me something, iwa-chan, ”  oikawa says, wistfully, a while later when the last sign of daylight has finally disappeared over the horizon and the constellations have just started to form in earnest. 

by something he means anything at all; this is a game they’ve been playing forever. oikawa had started it that first day, their first year, on the train. 

he keeps his eyes trained to the sky, knowing that his neck will be sore tomorrow and so used to the feeling that he doesn’t care in the slightest. the longer he looks, the more stars become visible as his eyes adjust. he starts to map out the easier constellations out of habit alone, checking them off his mental list subconsciously. if he was alone he’d use the telescope but given his preference to the steady warmth a couple inches to his right, he stays right where he is, content.

    it doesn’t matter to iwaizumi if the occasion only happened once, it was enough of a shock to make him worry about oikawa for months after it happened, even after he’d assured everyone that he was fine. even after he was required to meet with a specialist from st.mungo’s to make sure he was in the right state of mind. iwaizumi still worries about him even now, maybe to a lesser degree, but he still worries. which is one of the reasons why he spends so much time with oikawa up here, to make sure that he doesn’t try to kill himself again. oikawa might think that it was an incident to shrug shoulders at but iwaizumi doesn’t.

       iwaizumi tears his eyes away from oikawa and directs them to the stars in the sky. after nearly six years of coming up to the astronomy tower he can pick out some constellations himself. even though it’s not what he’s interested in, he pays attention whenever oikawa points one out, when he rambles on for hours about what they mean or who discovered them. he files it all away, and even now if he remembers a group of them or a specific star that oikawa begins to talk about he’ll pretend not to know. 

    listening to oikawa talk about the stars is one of iwaizumi’s favorite things, not because of the content but because he loves to see how excited he gets, to see the sparkle in his eyes every single time he finds one.

    it brings him from his thoughts, glancing over at the boy beside him. tell me something, iwa-chan. there are so many things that he wants to tell him and so many things that he wants to do too. but there isn’t a time or a place for any of those things.

     for a gryffindor he’s a coward, he can’t even bring himself to admit his feelings for someone that he’s known his entire time at school. this would be a perfect chance to tell him too, it’s been years and it’s just the two of them in a place where they know they won’t be interrupted. but does he take that chance? does he go for it and admit what’s been eating him up inside? or would it be better to try and forget about it like he’d been trying to do for the better part of a year?

       his hands twitch where his arms rest over the railing preventing them from falling to their deaths. in the back of his mind he wonders if reaching over and kissing him like he’s wanted to do for five years is saying something or if it’s just intrusive — he decides on intrusive.

     his fingers tangle themselves together, eyes returning to look at the stars in the sky. tonight is not the night for kissing or admitting feelings to best friends, that night will never come and he feels his heart sink and break in his chest at the thought. it’s not like oikawa would be interested in him anyhow, so he’s really protecting himself. he doesn’t mind being miserable as long as it means he’ll still be able to be oikawa’s best friend.

    the silence lasts longer than he’d like it too. iwaizumi worries his bottom lip between his teeth, the possible things to tell him mulling over in his head. there aren’t many things that oikawa doesn’t know about iwaizumi anyway, there isn’t much that he doesn’t know to begin with. he’s intelligent, and he seems to know about so many people because he’s such a perceptive person. but there is one thing that he hasn’t told him — that he hasn’t told anyone. “i’ve decided to become an auror..”

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citycwl‌:

      the entire exchange is over rather quickly but keiji holds his breath for the duration of it, palms pressing against his thighs in subtle nervousness. gratitude relieves the pressure in his chest as the gardener — hajime, evidently — announces the coast is clear. 

      the honorific flattens his mouth into a line, gaze flickering away to the nearest tree as he is bowed to. if his cheeks flush pink as well, there’s nothing he can do about that. “ don’t mind, ” he nods his acceptance of the apology; allows his eyes to flicker over his co-conspirator briefly and analytically. tanned, well worked, symmetrical features, no distinctive similarities to anyone else he knows which makes the familiarity unsatisfying difficult to figure out. any time that the prince has spend in the garden is usually at night, after the staff has finished attending to upkeep and the likes.

       most attribute that, as well as his cool demeanor and dry remarks, to him being above it all but he just prefers to be alone with his thoughts; has no particular taste for the heady royal treatment nor the misunderstandings. it’s exactly why he had taken such a liking to kenma, really; why akaashi keiji insisted that only kenma remain as his personal chamber-assistant, so to speak. keiji liked to do things for himself, usually by himself.

       “ — and just keiji will do, please. no need for all the honorifics. ”  his arms move behind his back, one hand folding into the palm of the other comfortably, shoulders a little less than what his father would consider perfect posture. 

he hums quietly and then bows himself, offering a polite, “ thank you, hajime-san. ” it is in poor taste, perhaps ( especially considering he is not aware whether or not hajime is a given or family name ) — but keiji figures it is rightfully owed and again, doesn’t care much for the stark lines of his noble upbringing when it comes to such things. while the honorifics he’s tackled with never sit well on his shoulders, he never seems to stray from adding a heady dose of his own respect to other’s. kenma is an exception to the rule. “ please do pardon the intrusion, ” he adds, referring to where he is has taken refuge and that this man probably has more claim to the actual space, despite akaashi’s family owning the castle. 

once he straightens he leans against one of the nearest trees, content to hide away from his princely duties here for a while longer. one of his hands makes a reappearance from behind his back to brush the side of his nose, smearing dirt across his cheek; the leaves remain unperturbed in his hair.

     there is no way in any heaven or hell that iwaizumi hajime is awake right now — this has to be some form of a dream or maybe even a nightmare that he isn’t aware of himself being in. that has to be the explanation, otherwise why on earth would the prince be bowing to him, telling him to call him by his given name and calling him by his own given name. somewhere, there is a level of hell freezing over or a natural disaster happening somewhere in the world.

    it takes iwaizumi quite a bit of time to find the words that have been lost in translation. his head feels like it’s spinning, what with the name calling, and the dirt smeared across the prince’s cheek and the leaves that are still in his hair. being stunned to silence by the prince — or any royalty, for that matter — is not a common occurrence for him. he somehow feels like something in the universe has shifted, but he can’t place his finger on what it might have been.

     he figures it best to just do what the prince says, that’s what they’re supposed to do anyway, but he still feels like if the king, queen or other hand maidens were around he should still use the honorific to be on the safer side of things. not that iwaizumi ever ended up on the safer side of things, anyhow, especially considering he’d yanked on the prince’s hair. “it’s not a problem, it happens more than you think.” 

    unfortunately, iwaizumi has had to deal with things like this most of his life having oikawa as his friend. most of the work he’d done growing up was either abandoned or put off in order to play a game in the gardens or explore the parts of the castle they weren’t allowed to be in. as much as the occurrence had startled him, he knows that there is still work to do but he can’t seem to focus.

     “uhm….keiji,” the name feels foreign on his tongue. “you’ve got a little…” he gestures to his own nose and hair, not wanting to open his mouth and say that words. it isn’t ever day that the prince calls you by your given name after all, why go and ruin it.

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‘ why do tv shows get canceled like finish what u fucking started. ’

    the statement nearly makes him come straight out with a bit of a crude remark, but he immediately stops because it makes him think. 

    that’s a good fucking point. why bother canceling a show. then immediately moves into recalling all of the shows he’s watched in his lifetime that have had NO conclusions. 

    “ya’know you’ve got a good point.” iwaizumi cups his chin, rubbing his thumb over his jawline as he continues to build the list of shows. people might come out and say that maybe bokuto doesn’t come across as that intelligent, but truth is he asks the real questions. 

   logically he knows the real reason behind why they cancel shows ( lack of money for production, bad reviews from critics, not enough views from the viewers ). “probably because they just want us to suffer.”

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citycwl‌:

      his head jolts backward sharply at an uncomfortable angle. it would happen that pain is the first thing he registers, followed briefly by a flair of confusion. he huffs an ouch under his breath, ready to write off the oddity as his lack of attentiveness leading to being tangled in a branch or perhaps a wild animal — when it happens again and well, fuck that hurts. “ ah — could you perhaps not? ” he berates his anonymous captor quietly and lifts a hand, swiftly smacking at his assailant. 

       it turns out that it is difficult to maneuver in bush — and though akaashi keiji is as agile enough to stand only a few steps behind the best swordsmen in the kingdom, he finds himself quite ungracefully toppling out of his compromised hiding space.

      for what it is worth, he finds little to be embarrassed about. he is, after all, the one who climbed into the bush to begin with. 

      a man stands over him, tanner and with more exposed skin than he is used to seeing outside of a training room. a gardener, the prince deducts from the tools within reach. even upside down, it is obvious that he is also quite handsome and vaguely familiar but only the latter half of that information is useful. 

       he sighs heavily, shifting to right himself carefully. no damages are assessed but he is now certainly far dirtier than he was before. there are still leaves in his hair; he is either very unaware or uncaring of their presence. at the very least he is thankful that those looking for him seemed to have passed. this is a relief that crumples as soon as he peeks around the hedge to find that he had been mistaken: one of his mother’s handmaidens is scurrying this way, looking urgently like she’s lost something. 

       shit. he ducks back down out of sight again, fixing his steely gaze on the gardener’s for a beat or two. “ i am not here, ” keiji says simply, softly, firmly — and then ducks around the next corner of the maze swiftly before the woman enters the garden. she greets the man he vaguely recognized with a small relieved oh, hajime, dear and a less relieved have you seen keiji shinnô? it appears that he has disappeared again.

         keiji cringes at the honorific his majesty and holds his breath. 

         there is a blooming headache at the back of his skull from the yanking of his hair that he doesn’t appreciate but the man’s genuine surprise for having found a member of the royal family in the bushes keeps him from holding a grudge.

    it isn’t every day that iwaizumi finds a member of the royal family in the bushes, much less anywhere near a plant in this garden, probably for fear they’ll get stung by something or end up covered in dirt. honestly, he can’t say how many times he’s saw one of the suitors walking through the garden with some member of the royal family and they walk around him, the other staff and the bushes and trees like the dirt is just going to jump up from the ground or off one of the staff and onto their very expensive clothes. 

    he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find it amusing, and if he hadn’t experienced a small laughing fit from it on more than one occasion. in his mind there’s nothing wrong with a little bit a humor here and there.

    who is he to disobey what his majesty is telling him? 

    iwaizumi pretends as though he isn’t even there, and goes back to his work while the woman walks up to him; he’s seen her around more than once — she’d sneak him some pastries during dinner hours once in awhile. in his eyes, that women is a saint so he feels bad for having to lie to her. “i think i saw him earlier, he was heading in that direction, mumbling something about having to meet with someone, but i didn’t catch anything else.” he gives her an apologetic look. 

    she thanks him regardless and heads off in the direction he’d pointed her in. part of him wishes that it were oikawa that was missing, because iwaizumi would rat him out in a heart beat. oh, he’s right there. behind those tress, how could he be avoiding his suitors? my heart goes out for them.

       once he’s sure that the queen’s hand maiden is out of earshot, he calls down toward the direction that the prince had gone. “she’s gone for now.” he pauses for a second to wipe some sweat from his forehead. “also i’m sorry for pulling at your hair, denka-sama.” iwaizumi bows, holds it for a few moments before he returns to his work, trimming one of the trees, hoping that there weren’t any more of the royal family hiding in them.

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injuredknee‌:

      normally iwaizumi would be right. when there are meteor showers — or anything of astrological significance happening — the astronomy class and club ( which oikawa is the top of ) usually camp out on the astronomy tower. this is not the case for tonight. “ they aren’t coming up tonight, ” he speaks with conviction on the matter but offers no actual explanation to accompany the conspiratorial smile that cuts the corner of his mouth upward briefly.

       he takes note of the small slump in posture and excellent care to appear unperturbed by iwaizumi’s sudden closeness. instead, oikawa lifts his hands on the other side of the railing and spreads his fingers to watch the sun sink over the black lake through the spaces between them. the first glimmers of starlight are peaking through the darkening sky but he turns his cheek to the scenery to look at his gryffindor while his hands lace through themselves around one of the bars.

      his expression flattens a little, old insecurities flaring up dangerous and ugly in the pit of his stomach like a virus. “ you can leave any time you want, iwa-chan, ” oikawa reminds him quietly, perhaps a bit cooly and a bit mystified. is that why iwaizumi shows up? because he thinks that he doesn’t have a choice?  “ no one is forcing you to be here. ”

       if he were to be honest he hadn’t thought much about whether or not iwaizumi would mind spending the whole night up there in the cold. there is a little voice in the back of his head that merely whispers i’d hoped. 

       oikawa knows that no one really cares as much as he does when it comes to certain things — he always seems to want more and has to work harder than those around him to obtain or even get closer to that more. he rests his cheek against the cold metal of the railing for a beat, eyes flickering over iwaizumi’s expression in search of answers to questions he doesn’t know how to ask; tries not to think about how far down the fall would be if the barrier gave out. he stays like that, searching, for a while before he turns his head upward and watches the stars shimmer their way through the darkening sky with more and more clarity as the seconds pass. his excitement wanes a little at the prospect of watching the meteor shower alone. he’d sooner wax poetic over godric gryffindor than admit that he had wanted to share this with iwaizumi someone, though.

    astronomy was not iwaizumi’s favorite subject. he didn’t take the class to fill up his schedule, he didn’t spend extra time looking up at the sky to find the patterns of the constellations in his spare time, and he didn’t take to knowing where which stars were located in the sky. in fact, he didn’t even spend time with zodiac signs and horoscopes like most of the muggle-born students did either. the only time that he ever bothers with anything having to do with astronomy is when oikawa mentions coming up to the astronomy tower, or when he’s around oikawa  — which, for someone who hates the subject, is quite a bit  — or when he’s tasked to helping clean up around the gryffindor tower. 

    unless of course, oikawa asks him too.

    everyone around him knows that he’s too far gone for the grand king of slytherin than he’d like to admit. he idea makes him want to jump off the tower when he thinks about how he’d grabbed a heavier sweater this morning, and his scarf and stuffed them into his bag. before the words astronomy tower? were even mentioned he had already prepared himself for the possibility. iwaizumi would rather die than admit that out loud.

    he’s unfortunately aware of that fact, no one could ever force iwaizumi hajime to do anything. “someone has to make sure you don’t get too entranced by the stars and try to climb to the top of the roof to get closer.” iwaizumi huffs out, glancing out of the corner of his eye at oikawa. sometimes he wonders how their odd friendship even started considering their different houses, personalities and ways of thought. even his parents thought it was odd when iwaizumi had told them after first year that his best friend was in slytherin and he was in gryffindor.

    what’s worse is when he knows that oikawa isn’t looking iwaizumi can’t take his eyes off of him, and how his cheekbones always seem to catch the moonlight in just the right way.  

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injuredknee‌:

        it’s unclear whether or not oikawa notices the near outburst from across the room — but his smile brightens a sliver and his eyes glimmer as he accepts the fluttery praises over his house’s latest quidditch win. he gives his charmingly modest thank yous and credits the rest of his team where they are rightfully due. when the class ends he bids them each a polite goodbye in turn with the respective use of their last names because he does know them. despite this, the girls are more or less forgotten about by the time he and makki reach the dungeons, his mind occupied with changing out of his button up into a warmer jumper and getting up to the astronomy tower as quickly as possible — whilst appearing to take his time.

        mattsun, who ( as a ravenclaw ) by no logical means should be in the common room, spares oikawa a glance from one of the sofas as he passes back through but he pays him no mind; it isn’t an uncommon occurrence. besides, oikawa is far more concerned on getting to his destination. 

        he is fully aware that an outburst of annoyance and anger or maybe one of those half-hearted lectures about how the astronomy tower is technically off limits likely awaits him but ( he doesn’t ever for a second think that iwaizumi would just not show up at all ) he’s fine with it, really.

        he expects to arrive after iwaizumi, as he has the longer walk back — and had even taken extra care to walk at a normal pace up the last few flights of stairs to appear leisurely — but it still sends a pleasant shiver up his spine to find the gryffindor waiting for him. 

        the sight of him pulls his mouth into a rare smile. one that harbors no ulterior motive and expresses his genuine relief at not having to put on a show for anyone else. if he still has to hold up a bit of an image for his own peace of mind, it’s an act of self preservation that he carefully avoids acknowledging.

         “ there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, ” he says, foregoing greetings as he seats himself down near the railing, letting his legs dangle over the edge while he rests his arms against one of the ancient iron bars the prevents him from tumbling to his death.

 by now the last thing iwaizumi should be is surprised that oikawa is taking his sweet time getting to the astronomy tower. for as long as he’s know him, it was always like oikawa to make an entrance, to arrive late for things with the thought that the ‘party doesn’t start until i arrive, iwa-chan’. but it still makes the nerve in his forehead twitch that he’d take his time coming here of all places.

 after all, it wasn’t like they were allowed up here in the first place, and leave it to him to get in trouble for the both of them while he waits for oikawa to even show up.

 why does he still end up surprising me? he asks himself, as he opens up one of the books that was in his messenger bag — if he’s going to be waiting around, he might as well use his time wisely  — and turning it  to the page they were assigned to read for homework. but not even that can last for long. his mind is not on his divination reading, nor is he able to understand what the book is telling him in the first place. there are too many exceptions, and if one tea leave looks like a heart to him if could just as easily look like a tree to someone else; was this even accurate? iwaizumi shuts the book and slides it back into his bag.

 despite showing up late and having iwaizumi sit here by himself for the time he took, he has the nerve to smile like he does, which ends up pulling at heartstrings that iwaizumi wishes he didn’t have. he can’t even find it in him to be mad at him for coming late…., well that is until he opens his mouth.

 with an annoyed sigh, he gets up to move himself near oikawa, sitting identical to him. “there will probably be a class up here then, if its true. they’re always up here for that kind of thing.” he REALLY doesn’t want to be the one to bring the news down on him, although if he’s brought it up it means that he probably knows something that iwaizumi does not. “what did you think i was going to sit out here with you all night long, shittykawa?” he would, which is the part that bothers him.

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       as the grand king of slytherin ( kageyama can fuck right off ), it’s probably seen in poor taste to be trouncing around with hot headed lions but oikawa doesn’t particularly care for others’ opinions on that facet. plus, he goes out of his way constantly to make sure the rivalry between the red and green houses stays strong and well fed — what he doesn’t manage, his kouhai tobio-chan seems to have under control, racing that little sunspot around. there’s some things to be said for the kings of slytherin going head to head with gryffindor aces, perhaps, but it is not that they are taking revolutionary steps toward smoothing over centuries of harsh competition.

       oikawa taps his fingertips against his cheek; still managing to look poised where he slouches against the table, face held delicately in his palm. he knows this mostly because there’s a dreamy sigh from a table of girls that he notices in his peripheral view. his gaze doesn’t stray from iwaizumi though — least not until he earns his attention. 

        the confusion is endearing, if only because he knows how quickly it can morph into annoyance and anger. if there’s one thing oikawa does flawlessly without having to work himself into the ground, it’s get a raise out of iwaizumi hajime. 

         he tilts his head a bit further into his palm, smirk cutting a sharp line into one cheek before he stretches his arms languidly and, in the motion, makes an upward gesture that is supposed to somehow convey astronomy tower, after this. not a question, not quite a demand. more informant than anything else. for rivals, they’re quite good at communicating with only non-verbal body language and glances. iwaizumi doesn’t have to show up but oikawa thinks he will.

         when he’s sure that his message has been conveyed, he spares a glance toward the group of girls ( his fans as makki and mattsun call them; the fluttering, usually female, group that tend to wander after him in the halls and make him good luck charms before matches ). he offers them up a pretty smile and a wiggle of his fingertips. oikawa is always kind to them but it doesn’t hurt every now and then ( and absolutely not only when iwaizumi is watching ) to be a touch more flirtatious. it is good to remind him people that he is desirable any chance he gets.

    despite the house rivalry, iwaizumi wouldn’t actually consider he and oikawa rivals — up until this exact moment anyway. leave it to oikawa to reference going to the astronomy tower, which is off limits and then turn around and flirt with a table of girls. a table of girls that he bets oikawa doesn’t even know the names of, and wouldn’t even be interested in whatsoever. 

    as soon as he sees the other boys head turn he can feel the anger start to bubble up from his toes; no matter what, oikawa always knows just how to get on iwaizumi’s nerves. that alone drives the gryffindor insane.

     iwaizumi is about ready to get up, march across the room, and slap the slytherin up the side of his head, when he feels a hand on his arm. he wasn’t even aware that he’d made a move to get up, out of his chair until he hears daichi says his name in the same voice he uses when hinata is goofing off during practice. the intimidation doesn’t work in the same way but it does get him to sit back down in his seat. even though oikawa is no longer looking in his direction, he makes sure to glare daggers into the side of his head. what’s more terrible than all of this combined, is that as soon as the two of them are alone in the astronomy tower oikawa will act like nothing’s happened.

    once class is over, iwaizumi gathers his books in a leather messenger bag and follows his friends back toward their dorms, where he’ll duck out and up into the astronomy tower to wait for oikawa. 

    he doesn’t have to tell daichi where he’s going, the captain can tell by the way that iwaizumi looks up and down the halls to make sure there are no professors around to stop him. “don’t get into trouble, iwaizumi.” daichi cautions him with a knowing look. all iwaizumi manages is a nod of his head as he sneaks up the stairs and onto the platform of the tower overlooking nearly every inch of the castle. he drops his bag down on the ground, and sits against one of the stone pillars and waits for oikawa.