* hajime.
hajime hums in amusement upon the others words. ❝ mm is that so? how come it always works then? ❞ he teases through a smile , though expression is soft. although many would class hajime’s attitude towards tooru as one of tough love - especially in their middle school and high school days. but those that spend any amount of time with him are well are aware just how much of a soft spot he has for him. it’s impossible to miss how much hajime truly fusses over his boyfriend and his wellbeing — the way the lines between brows soften and dark gaze seems to warm.
he chuckles at his boyfriend proving his point with another whined claim , though lets it slide seeing as they both know that’s a total lie. ❝ oh to have my back washed by olympic bronze medalist oikawa tooru , what an honour. ❞ he snickers before leaning forward to press his forehead against the others , hand sturdy yet soft and warm against the back of his neck. ❝ which i’ll never stop reminding you of how proud i am. ❞ tooru always works so hard and puts everything he has into volleyball , the fruits of his labours rewarded. and hajime knows this is only the beginning — tooru capable of anything he sets his mind to.
he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling away , palm lingering on the back of his neck as he looks to the stool beside the bathtub. as much as he’s enjoyed their time in the tub , they should get moving. he peels himself away from his boyfriend and steps out of the water , droplets making their way slowly down brown skin. he then offers his hand to help tooru out , before taking a seat on the small stool. hajime turns the shower head on - water coming out in a gentle yet steady stream - before passing it over his head and to the man behind him. ❝ i’ll wash you after , i know you’re tired. ❞ though hajime would have done it anyways , even if tooru didn’t just get home from a long flight. ❝ i’m also realizing this bathroom isn’t quite suited for two. ❞ he already knew that his bathroom - and entire apartment , for that matter - is small , though it’s much more obvious when trying to navigate around two bodies within it. ❝ guess that can be at the top of our list for places — a roomy bathroom. ❞
‘ because, because-- ’ because he, oikawa tooru, is painstakingly, irrevocably, head over heels, in love with him, and has been long before he even knew what love entailed. something inside of him just clicked whenever he was around iwaizumi, and when he finally managed to identify that feeling -- a sensation that ran deeper than longing or a simple crush -- oikawa felt something akin to relief. a feeling of ‘this makes sense’ and ‘this feels right’, because falling in love with iwaizumi was predestined, he thinks. he was meant to love him.
for all his teasing, iwaizumi is more gentle than he may let on. which oikawa is constantly reminded of. as their forehead touch, iwaizumi’s palm comes to rest along the back of oikawa’s neck ; his grip firm and warm, so very iwaizumi. words spill from his lips, laced with pride and care and oikawa feels the corners of his mouth lift upwards as warmth gathers in his chest. ‘ i know, iwa-chan. ’ he mumbles. that same warmth spreads upwards, a flush settling high on his cheekbones when iwaizumi presses a short kiss to his nose before pulling away. his gaze follows the other’s movements, lingering on the contours of his abdomen and the curve of his hips momentarily as his own fingers curl around the outstretched hand before him. he knows he has forever now to take iwaizumi in, to appreciate every piece of him, with his eyes, hands and lips, but it’s been a long few weeks and quite frankly, oikawa has missed his boyfriend in more ways than one.
he allows himself another moment of ( somewhat obvious ) ogling before settling down behind him. ‘ i think most of my fatigue disappeared the moment i saw you at the airport. ’ oikawa admits with a chuckle. he takes the shower head, aiming the spray at iwaizumi’s back with one hand whilst reaching for the shower gel. he squeezes twice before gathering a decent amount onto the broad shoulders in front of him. his fingers work the soap into iwaizumi’s skin, lathering up his back, and oikawa can’t help but smile at the mention of the future bathroom -- their future bathroom. something giddy settles into his stomach, fluttering around like dozens of butterflies, as he allows himself to think of their future home. ‘ a big bathroom is very important ; i’m thinking double sinks, a spacious shower and nice tub, for all the showers and baths we’ll inevitably take together. ’ he agrees with a nod. ‘ not that this isn’t nice either, very intimate, iwa-chan. ’













