Fluffy prompt list (assuming you’d like requests 😂) IwaMatsuDai #003: I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses
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Issei strolls into the studio and throws his arms wide. “I am here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
“Shove off,” Iwaizumi grumbles from his left.
“Go away,” Sawamura growls from his right.
He blinks in surprise. Sure sometimes Iwaizumi wasn’t the happiest to see him depending on how much trouble he had gotten into recently. And yeah occasionally Sawamura got pretty irritated with the shit Issei dragged him into. But they’ve never both been irritated at the same time. Not with him anyway.
“Where’s Makki,” he pouts. “He loves me.”
“Hanamaki,” Sawamura says tersely and oh shit he doesn’t think he’s ever heard Sawamura use Makki’s actual family name like that, “is explaining to all our clients why their purchases will be late thanks to his idiocy and praying that we forgive him before we murder him.”
Issei wanders over towards Sawamura’s corner of the studio and winces when he sees at least three weeks worth of sketches and designs spread out in front of him. Three weeks worth of sketches and designs that had come before another three, or more, weeks of actual work on the finished products. He’ll be lucky if he ever sees Makki alive after this.
Issei sets down the cup of coffee had gotten for Sawamura on the corner of his desk and lightly squeezes his shoulder before crossing the room to Iwaizumi’s corner. Iwaizumi’s desk looks just as disastrous. Only a more colorful disaster and Issei can see the colored tabs and sheets that Iwaizumi uses that show these notes and sketches are from… Fuck three months ago? Four? Shit.
He sets Iwaizumi’s coffee down near his elbow and gently rubs Iwaizumi’s shoulders for a moment.
“Well at least let me know where his unmarked grave is so I can visit my best friend from time to time. I’ll leave you guys to your work.”
He doesn’t think either of them really even notice him leave. But that’s okay. They’ve both got a lot on their plate right now. He understands.
—
He made way too much food. He knows he did. There’s no way he can eat this much food. Even in a few days.
He drags his hands through his hair with a groan. He knows better. He knows that when he’s stressed he cooks. He also knows that Makki isn’t here right now to help him eat all this shit. Neither is Oikawa. Or Kyoutani. None of his usual garbage disposals are available and now he has enough food to feed three or four adults for a few days and nowhere to go with it.
Which is why he wanders into Sawamura and Iwaizumi’s studio a couple hours later with bags of food hanging off of each arm.
“Knock knock?” The door swings shut behind him and he has to blink a few times to adjust his eyes to the low light inside. “Iwaizumi? Sawamura?” He swallows loudly at the silence. “Makki?” He knows Makki isn’t here but it’s habit to look for his best friend when he’s weirded out. And he’s weirded out right now. There’s no one seated at the chairs at either corner desk. No one seated at Makki’s little receptionist desk by the door. It’s creepily quiet. “Anyone here?” he calls out a little louder.
A crash comes from behind the door at the back of the studio and a moment later Sawamura stumbles through the door. He’s yawning and rubbing at his eyes and the knots in Issei’s stomach start to loosen at the sight.
“Sorry,” Sawamura mumbles, “I fell asleep on the couch back there.”
“Sorry I interrupted your nap. But I brought food?” Issei holds up his bags and grins. “Some people stress bake. I stress cook and tend to overdo it. None of my usual dumping grounds are available right now.” Sawamura steps over to him and takes the bags from his left arm, stopping his rambling with one kind smile.
“Thank you,” Sawamura says, still smiling. “I haven’t eaten a home cooked meal in days.”
—
Iwaizumi falls against Issei’s back with a groan. Issei smiles and reaches back to pat awkwardly at his head.
“If I ever take Shittykawa up on a drinking competition again please stop me.”
Issei laughs softly and pulls at Iwaizumi until he curls in Issei’s lap and buries his face against Issei’s throat, eyes safely away from the evil light of the room.
“You say that every time. And every time I try to stop you. And you tell me to shut up and mind my own business,” he reminds Iwaizumi, running his hand up and down the curve of Iwaizumi’s spine. Iwaizumi mumbles something but it’s lost against Issei’s throat. “At this point I swear it’s just an excuse for you to crawl in my lap for cuddles and back rubs.” Iwaizumi doesn’t reply, already half asleep. Issei didn’t really expect anything else.
—
Sawamura and Iwaizumi laugh in the bright lights of the restaurant, surrounded by their friends, and Issei smiles at the sight. They’re leaning against each other, breathless and a little tipsy, and they deserve all the happiness. They just finished a huge project that, from what he’s picked up from them, will net them enough income that they could go without another project for months without worrying at all. They’re finally making their way in the world and he couldn’t be happier for them.
“Just so you know,” Makki says as he leans against the bar next to Issei, “I’m pretty sure neither of them realize you’re in love with them.”
Issei tears his gaze from them and turns to his best friend. Makki is giving him a sympathetic look but he just laughs softly.
“That’s okay.” Makki raises his brows. “They’ll realize when they realize. I’m patient.”
—
Sawamura glances up when he steps through the door of the studio and smiles when he spots Issei.
“Hey,” Sawamura says, “I wondered if you’d stop by today.”
“Oh? Did you miss me?” He winks at Sawamura before wandering over to Iwaizumi’s desk to leave his cup of coffee near his elbow. Iwaizumi gives him a distracted smile and he heads over to Sawamura’s desk.
“Actually,” Sawamura says as he takes his coffee from Issei, “I did.”
Issei smiles and sits on the corner of Sawamura’s desk, watching as he flips through some notes and sketches.
—
Iwaizumi doesn’t even wait for Issei to get to his door before his opens it and comes inside. Iwaizumi doesn’t even say ‘pardon the intrusion’ or anything remotely polite. Iwaizumi simply kicks his shoes off into the pile of Issei’s shoes next to the door and stalks down the hallway towards him.
“You are not stepping foot in that kitchen,” is all Iwaizumi says as he catches Issei’s elbow and manhandles him down the hall to his bedroom. He shoves Issei onto his bed and curls around him. “I know you hate it this time of the year. I know you’re stressed as fuck and Makki and the others aren’t here.”
Issei opens his mouth but shuts it again without saying anything. He falls asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.
—
Issei strolls into the studio and throws his arms wide. “I am here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
Sawamura pushes away from Iwaizumi’s desk in the corner and kisses Issei’s cheek as he grabs his cup of coffee from Issei’s hand.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against Issei’s cheek.
Issei blinks stupidly. He says that almost every time he comes into the studio but they never do it. It’s a joke. A way to make them laugh at him and roll their eyes and make their day a little brighter.
Sawamura wraps an arm around his waist and squeezes softly before heading to his desk. Issei watches him until he hears Iwaizumi clear his throat and he hurries over to Iwaizumi’s desk, dumb smile plastered on his face.
Iwaizumi grabs Issei’s scarf and tugs until Issei is face to face with him. The kiss he drops on the corner of Issei’s lips is just as quick and sweet as the one Sawamura just planted on his cheek and he can only stare stupidly at the grin on Iwaizumi’s face as he reaches for his coffee.
“Thank you,” Iwaizumi says to him. Then he leans back in his chair, fingers still tangled in Issei’s scarf, and calls across the room, “Hey Daichi I think we broke him.”
“Kiss him again and see if you can restart his brain or something,” Sawamura calls back.
“Yeah. Kiss me again,” Issei says breathlessly.
Iwaizumi grins at him and does just that.