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[notsuchasecret]

“ There was never an us. ” HanaMatsu

“I just can’t believe you two broke up is all!” Oikawa was drunk, and that meant Takahiro got to put up with his sloppy, well-intended matchmaking. Again.

“We didn’t break up, we just moved into different apartments,” Takahiro said. “We weren’t a couple to begin with.”

“But you were such a cute couple!” Oikawa babbled. “You were, like, the it couple.”

“What does that even mean?” Takahiro asked.

“You know, the Us. The us that means you’re one and one, together, makes two! You’re the two of the four of us! The Us, the Us!”

“There was never an Us,” Takahiro said. “Mattsun never wanted that sort of thing. We were never together, Oikawa, when are you going to understand that?”

“But you wanted it.” Oikawa’s eyes turned shrewd, like he was suddenly sober enough to see straight through Takahiro’s walls. “You wanted to be part of the Us. You wanted to be the it couple, and you wanted it with Mattsun. So why didn’t you ever go for it?”

“I told you, Mattsun never wanted it,” Takahiro said. No matter how much he wanted the truth to be otherwise, Matsukawa was very clear on his stance. His phone dinged. “Oh look, Iwaizumi’s here to scrape your ass up so I don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

“Iwa-chan?!” Oikawa gasped. “Why would you call him?”

“He didn’t,” said an achingly familiar voice. Takahiro looked up with a lazy grin to see Matsukawa grinning lazily back. “You texted me by accident,” he said.

“Oh, sorry,” Takahiro said, though he wasn’t all that sorry at all. Matsukawa shrugged.

“Help me get him up?” he asked. Takahiro nodded and stood. The room was a little shaky, but he managed to get his feet under him. Matsukawa frowned. “How much have you had to drink?” he asked.

“About as much as lightweight over there,” he said. “I’m just a little tipsy, I can still ride the train home.”

“Nah, I’ll give you a ride,” Matsukawa said. Together they hefted Oikawa to his feet and dragged him out of the bar. “So,” Matsukawa said as they walked out to his car. “What was he going on about this time?”

“Us,” Takahiro said. “Being the Us.”

“What does that even mean?” Matsukawa laughed.

“The Us,” Takahiro intoned, “is the it couple. The coup de grace of all the couples out there.”

“I don’t think that phrase means what you think it does,” Matsukawa said.

“Whatever, ‘m drunk,” Takahiro said. They maneuvered Oikawa into the back seat and belted him in, despite his squirming and his wandering hands. Takahiro took the passenger seat and Matsukawa the driver’s, and they set off down the road.

“I would, you know,” Matsukawa said softly.

“Would what?” Takahiro mumbled, already falling asleep.

“I would be the Us,” Matsukawa replied, but Takahiro was gone, drifting on clouds of dreams. Matsukawa sighed and reached out to ruffle his hair. “Not that you would ever want that,” he said, and continued on down the road.

[notsuchasecret]

Little Things

Just a little OiKuro fluff for @kuroo-tetsu‘s birthday! Hope you like it!

Oikawa was doing laundry when Tetsurou came home. He was sitting at the coffee table with a pile of clothes beside him, humming to himself as he sorted and folded and set everything in neat little stacks. He was wearing his glasses.

“I can hear you lurking back there,” he said as he turned a shirt right-side-out. Tetsurou declined to answer, simply padded into the living room and sat down behind Oikawa, bracketing him with his legs and slipping his arms around Oikawa’s waist.

“I’m home,” he murmured into Oikawa’s hair.

“Welcome home,” Oikawa said absently. Tetsurou watched him continue his work. Their clothes were a jumbled mess, some Oikawa’s, some Tetsurou’s, and some that Tetsurou wasn’t sure about. In the kitchen, there were the plain blue mugs Tetsurou’s mother had bought when he moved in, but there were also the tacky travel cups that Oikawa had left behind so many times that now they just stayed where they were. There were two towels in the bathroom, two toothbrushes on the sink, two sets of skincare products in the medicine cabinet. On the bed was a pillow that smelled like Tetsurou and a pillow that smelled like Oikawa and sheets that smelled like them both.

“I’ve been thinking,” Tetsurou said quietly. Oikawa hummed to show he was listening, not pausing in his task. “You’ve pretty much got most of your stuff here,” Tetsurou said.

“I do,” Oikawa replied cautiously, like he had an idea of what Tetsurou was saying but wasn’t sure if it was accurate or not.

“I, um.” Tetsurou trailed off, pressing his forehead to the nape of Oikawa’s neck. This was the man he loved, above all others, the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Why was it so difficult to ask a simple question?

“Tetsu?” Oikawa set down whatever he had been folding and laid his hands on top of Tetsurou’s. “Whatever it is, just tell me. It’s okay.”

Tetsurou took a deep breath, trying to draw courage from the sent of Oikawa’s body wash and Tetsurou’s detergent. He pulled a hand away to dig in his pocket. He hoped Oikawa couldn’t tell how badly his hand was shaking as he pressed the little key he’d gone out to get into Oikawa’s palm. “I was thinking,” he said, “that maybe it’s time for you to move in, officially.”

“Tetsu?” breathed Oikawa.

“’Cause, like, I know your lease is up at the end of the month, and you had been talking about getting someplace smaller, but I figure it’d be even cheaper to just move in here, you know? And there wouldn’t even be that much work to do, since your stuff is already here, and I thought maybe you would want to because you’re always here, and-”

Oikawa cut Tetsurou off by wheeling around in his hold and slamming their lips together. “Yes,” he gasped against Tetsurou’s mouth. “Yes, I will move in with you.” Tetsurou threw his arms around Oikawa’s neck and kissed him with all the gratitude and joy he could muster. Oikawa kissed him with much the same. They pulled apart eventually to finish folding their laundry, and then made dinner in their kitchen and watched a movie on their couch. In the morning, Tetsurou woke in the bed that had been his but was now theirs, with the most important man in the universe wrapped up in his arms. He closed his eyes and thanked the universe for little things like that.