Dying was never what Hajime pictured for himself. But then who would? The only person that fixated on death is Oikawa, who always lived like the end is around the corner, just waiting to trap him.
Hajime can feel Oikawa's eyes on his back (on his ass) as he works his arms through the last of his push ups, feeling the burn just like he did when he was completely alive. Each time he brings up his state with Oikawa, Oikawa brushes him off, tells him not to think too hard about it. It's a gift, Iwa-chan! Don't look it in the mouth, that would be terribly rude and it might just spit on you. He'd scowled but obeyed, because for one thing, Oikawa is usually right, and the last thing Hajime wants is to go back into the ground for the worms to chew through his cold flesh.
He finishes his fiftieth push up and returns Oikawa's morning greeting. Sometimes, when Oikawa isn't forcing himself to be cheerful or grin from ear to ear, Hajime wonders if his life takes something from Oikawa. But then he scowls and puts it out of his mind. Oikawa is a stubborn fuck and wouldn't allow Hajime to stay dead, no matter what it does to himself.
He leaves the spot on the floor to Oikawa, stepping around him, imagining being able to loop his hand around his waist and nuzzle against his skin like before.
The shower helps wash away those thoughts. They're worst in the mornings, when he's been left alone, when Oikawa isn't distracting him from himself and there's no one else around. That's the other thing he never realised about being dead (or close enough) - you spend a lot of time alone.
After he's clean and has rubbed his hair dry with a towel, wondering at the fact that it still grows, he sets to work in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for two, because he knows full well that if he doesn't Oikawa will break his fast with three slices of the first pie of the day, and while Hajime doesn't think he needs to worry about heart attacks anymore, he's not letting Oikawa tempt one.
The eat together, and pretend this is normal. They pretend that Oikawa doesn't want to close the gap between them and kiss Hajime over the table. To have their first kiss again, with no barriers. They pretend that Hajime doesn't want to kiss him back just as much.
Once they have the shop set up, Oikawa finishing up with the baking and Hajime managing the front of house, Hajime pulls out their role of cling wrap with a lopsided grin that he knows Oikawa loves.
They kiss through the plastic. Hajime closes his eyes and pretends he can feel Oikawa's breath directly on his skin, that there isn't anything between them. He pretends that there aren't more barriers than just the cling wrap. He pretends he's still alive.
"I'll open the shop," Hajime says, a little before he's entirely caught his breath, and flashes Oikawa a grin before he heads out the front again.
He would take this over death any day, and the only thing that could keep him from Oikawa now is his own dead body.
Fill: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G
Word Count: 546
Original work: Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime pushing daises au by
Dying was never what Hajime pictured for himself. But then who would? The only person that fixated on death is Oikawa, who always lived like the end is around the corner, just waiting to trap him.
Hajime can feel Oikawa's eyes on his back (on his ass) as he works his arms through the last of his push ups, feeling the burn just like he did when he was completely alive. Each time he brings up his state with Oikawa, Oikawa brushes him off, tells him not to think too hard about it. It's a gift, Iwa-chan! Don't look it in the mouth, that would be terribly rude and it might just spit on you. He'd scowled but obeyed, because for one thing, Oikawa is usually right, and the last thing Hajime wants is to go back into the ground for the worms to chew through his cold flesh.
He finishes his fiftieth push up and returns Oikawa's morning greeting. Sometimes, when Oikawa isn't forcing himself to be cheerful or grin from ear to ear, Hajime wonders if his life takes something from Oikawa. But then he scowls and puts it out of his mind. Oikawa is a stubborn fuck and wouldn't allow Hajime to stay dead, no matter what it does to himself.
He leaves the spot on the floor to Oikawa, stepping around him, imagining being able to loop his hand around his waist and nuzzle against his skin like before.
The shower helps wash away those thoughts. They're worst in the mornings, when he's been left alone, when Oikawa isn't distracting him from himself and there's no one else around. That's the other thing he never realised about being dead (or close enough) - you spend a lot of time alone.
After he's clean and has rubbed his hair dry with a towel, wondering at the fact that it still grows, he sets to work in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for two, because he knows full well that if he doesn't Oikawa will break his fast with three slices of the first pie of the day, and while Hajime doesn't think he needs to worry about heart attacks anymore, he's not letting Oikawa tempt one.
The eat together, and pretend this is normal. They pretend that Oikawa doesn't want to close the gap between them and kiss Hajime over the table. To have their first kiss again, with no barriers. They pretend that Hajime doesn't want to kiss him back just as much.
Once they have the shop set up, Oikawa finishing up with the baking and Hajime managing the front of house, Hajime pulls out their role of cling wrap with a lopsided grin that he knows Oikawa loves.
They kiss through the plastic. Hajime closes his eyes and pretends he can feel Oikawa's breath directly on his skin, that there isn't anything between them. He pretends that there aren't more barriers than just the cling wrap. He pretends he's still alive.
"I'll open the shop," Hajime says, a little before he's entirely caught his breath, and flashes Oikawa a grin before he heads out the front again.
He would take this over death any day, and the only thing that could keep him from Oikawa now is his own dead body.