I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE!!

[withease]

[So it's like... getting late. Let's say it's around 9:00 PM on a pleasant weekend and all's quiet and peaceful BUT NOT FOR LONG because suddenly there are footsteps loudly making their way toward Iwaizumi's door.

And then it's being thrown open as Oikawa barges in and drops down on Iwaizumi's bed, his face buried in a pillow like he owns the place as he grunts out some weird, garbled greeting.

He couldn't even be bothered to text that he was coming over, that's how considerate he is.]

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[withease]

[He quietly breathes a sigh of relief when the subject is dropped, but doesn't move to get out from underneath the blanket. It's cozy here and in this way, he doesn't have to reveal his expressions to Iwaizumi. Sometimes it was more of a bother than anything that they could read each other so well.]

It was fine, [says the lump.] It would've been better if Iwa-chan had been there to see it with me.

[Yeah, okay, he'd gone with his girlfriend but that had been... not as fun.]

[cornerstones]

[Life sure is a lot easier when you've got less to hide.

A finger's aimed at where he thinks Oikawa's midsection might be and then he dives in for the kill a sharp poke. Don't stink up his bed, Oikawa.]

What difference does it make who you go with? As long as the movie's good.

[withease]

[Thanks to not being able to see the attack coming, Oikawa gets a finger to the gut and he curls in on himself with a small whine that ends in a huff.

And that huff becomes a loud, offended gasp as Oikawa springs up to a sitting position, the blanket over his head now falling to his shoulders.]

It makes all the difference! Isn't it different when you go to the movies with me? Isn't it more fun with me than your other friends?

[withease]

[—Ah.]

[withease]

Oh, that's right. Iwa-chan wouldn't know because I'm his only friend!

[SHEEPISH LAUGH and all senses are on red alert because he knows pain is coming.]

[cornerstones]

[—Ah.]

[cornerstones]

[RIP Oikawa, you lived a good life.]

[cornerstones]

[Now please accept this gift of pain coming your way as Iwaizumi lunges over in an attempt to pin Oikawa to the closest hard surface and give him the worst noogie of his life.]

Like hell you are, bastard!

[withease]

[TERRIFIED YELLING as Oikawa flails and struggles and just about dies. Iwaizumi are your parents even home because they'd be able to hear this probably.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

[HIS POOR HAIR.]

[cornerstones]

[They aren't but lbr this isn't anything new to them after ten plus years of friendship. Now say uncle.]

I really don't think you are.

[Noogie....intensifying.....]

[withease]

[Tries to pry Iwaizumi off!! But that does like nothing, why... why... Oikawa is strong too...

Fine, if brawn can't win, he's always got his brain.]

Iwa-chan, stop it! [He makes sure to add an extra helping of distress to his voice.] You're really hurting me!

[cornerstones]

[Like he would really fall for that. But he eases up all the same, giving one last painful scrub across Oikawa's head before he lets go and sits back up like nothing even happened.]

You don't need your head to do serves anyway.

[Just arms and legs.]

[withease]

[Grumbles as he rubs at his head. This wasn't the outcome he wanted, but whatever. Whatever! It's fine...]

Don't treat me like I'm only good for my abilities as a volleyball player. You'll start to sound like Ushiwaka.

[Stupid Ushiwaka-chan with his stupid face and his stupid words.]

[cornerstones]

[Ah, that's true. Oikawa's good for a few other things.. Iwaizumi gives the comment a moment's worth of though before listing off:]

You're good for copying homework off of too. [KIDDING but really, he appreciates it, bro.] And if sounding like Ushiwaka means I can play like him, I'll take it.

[As much as he dislikes Shiratorizawa's captain, he has to admit that the guy gets things done.]

[withease]

[Make way for some indignant squawking and sputtering. It's extremely attractive.

But then he's jumping into action, slapping both hands on Iwaizumi's shoulders to take hold of him in an iron grip. Maybe Oikawa can shake some sense into him...!!!]

Iwa-chan, you didn't just say that! Take it back! Take it back right now!

[cornerstones]

[Iwaizumi flinches as hands slap down on his shoulders - Oikawa's stronger than he looks - but he doesn't move, lower lip jutting out in a stubborn pout as he stares pointedly at a spot in the floor, his fingers curled into fists in his lap.]

It's true though, isn't it? If I could play like that maybe we would've beat Shiratorizawa a long time ago.

[But he can't and here they are and here's the feeling of not being good enough creeping back slowly into his mind.]

[withease]

[His grip goes slack along with his jaw so that he's staring, open-mouthed in horror at what Iwaizumi's just said.

And then his expression shifts, turns sour with the memories. They'd been doing so well in avoiding the topic of their loss to Karasuno, yet here they were with Iwaizumi feeling vulnerable again.]

If you're trying to piss me off, it's working.

[He lifts a hand in order to jab a finger at Iwaizumi's forehead.]

Weren't you the one to tell me that there are six players on the court for a reason? It's no use blaming yourself.

[cornerstones]

I'm not blaming myself. I just—

[He breaks off there, lips thinning in frustration as he tries to figure out how best to phrase things in a way that Oikawa might understand. He isn't a genius or blessed with incredibly good sense, or even gifted with an amazing amount of raw power. There's only so much he can do and while that's fine most days, other days it hurts more.

But he'll deal with the ugly feelings, sort them out later like he has with everything else.]

Never mind. [Iwaizumi lifts a hand and waves it in a dismissive gesture.] It doesn't matter anyway.

[If Oikawa can bring about abrupt subject changes, then so can he.]

[withease]

It does matter! [he practically shouts. His hands drop down and away from Iwaizumi to grab hold of the blanket in a death grip, hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He has to direct his frustrations into something and he thinks he'd leave bruises on Iwaizumi's skin if he holds on long enough.

There's a stubborn set to his chin and an equally stubborn fire in his gaze as he looks straight into Iwaizumi's eyes.]

You're enough. You've always been enough.

tags this back anyway while i ponder pokemon

[cornerstones]

[It's rare to see Oikawa in such a fit of impassioned anger and Iwaizumi's jaw goes slack as he stares at his best friend.

A moment passes by, then two, and then Iwaizumi's pursing his lips, expression uncertain as he tries to piece together the words he wants to say. So are you maybe, or I'm glad you're around. But both those sound cheesy and out of place, and ultimately he settles for something far more lame.]

Wasn't there a movie coming out next month you wanted to see? I'll go with you.

[A concession that he's heard those reassurances, and taken them properly to heart.]

has millions of threads btw cute icon?!

[withease]

[There's a second's pause as Oikawa registers the meaning behind those words and the frustration and heat coiling unpleasantly in his gut fade away. His expression loosens, turns a bit melancholy before he lets out a long breath, shoulders dropping and fingers relaxing from their tight hold.]

What am I going to do with you, Iwa-chan?

[It's a question left more to himself with the way he murmurs it softly. He leans forward, bumps shoulders with Iwaizumi as a small smile spreads across his face and his voice picks up in volume.]

Well, that saves me the trouble of trying to drag you there myself.

i got nonconned into making it 8/

[cornerstones]

[Thankfully, the answer to that question's easy enough, Iwaizumi leaning over to flick Oikawa in the forehead.]

You can start by not calling me Iwa-chan anymore. We're not kids anymore.

[Even if he knows Oikawa won't ever stop calling him that. It's still a dumb nickname, one that makes him roll his eyes every time he hears it. At least there'll always be copious instances of Trashykawa to counter it.]

And don't be so smug. Maybe I'll change my mind before then.

:') i love it

[withease]

[Ah no, there's no backing out of this one and it's apparent in the self-satisfied twist of Oikawa's lips. But he knows better than to press the issue, even teasingly, and opts for taking the win for now.

Besides, there are other things he can poke fun at.]

Oh? What would you rather I call you, then? Hajime-chan?

gives you a tag i guess

[cornerstones]

[He visibly cringes at Hajime-chan and immediately responds by shoving a fist into Oikawa’s gut. (Sorry, it was right there.)]

Don’t make it sound like I’m one of your girlfriends, Oikawa. [Even if they are basically attached at the hip.] That’s way too quick of a rebound.

wow val u know i'm at least top one in ur kokoro

[withease]

[He doubles over with a dramatic gasp, arms crossed around his middle as he flops into Iwaizumi's lap because hello, backfiring my old friend.

And he's not budging with the way he lets go of his own midsection to cling to Iwaizumi's own.]

None of my girlfriends would ever treat me so cruelly! If only someone had taught you manners, Iwa-chan!