"Do you remember," Iwaizumi murmurs, his voice low, rough like the rocks along the bank of the river, "the way I would always finds you crying, at this very place?"
"Hush, Iwa-chan," Oikawa replies, and his voice is smooth like spider silk. "It's rude to remember someone as powerful as I am by their weaknesses."
"You'd come here to hide all the time." Iwaizumi does even try to hide his smile, as he watches the flow of the river. "Back when you were still small enough, you'd hide under the large leaves just here and you'd cry so much that you'd be shaking with it."
"Iwa-chan," Oikawa protests, but he's laughing. He wraps his fingers around Iwaizumi's wrists, tugging him close. "You've always been such a bully, always dredging up the worst memories when I want someone to think well of me. Why can't you just accept that I'm perfect and leave me be?"
Iwaizumi's smile grows wider, and he presses a kiss to Oikawa's neck. "Perfect, huh? You used to blow your nose on my sleeve, because you never thought that your tails would be pretty enough."
"I know better now, though, don't I?" Oikawa asks, as four of his nine tails brush along Iwaizumi's sides.
There are few things in the world that are as satisfying as this, Iwaizumi thinks to himself as he lets Oikawa's tails surround him, holding him close until there's nothing separating their bodies. He's had the opportunity to watch Oikawa outgrow all of his doubts, becoming something much more powerful than any of the people who doubted him. He can feel the proof in Oikawa's presence itself, because it emanates from him with every step that he takes, but it's more than that. Iwaizumi can see it from the way his confidence shines in his eyes, the way he holds his head high. Oikawa is proud, and Iwaizumi might frequently complain that he's too proud, but he knows that it's all well deserved and hard won.
"You always knew better than to listen to anyone, though," Oikawa hums, and his lips are curved into a smile as he presses them to Iwaizumi's. "You always believed that I'd become who I was. Just like I knew that you'd become the big, strong brute that you are."
"Brute, huh?" Iwaizumi asks, wrapping his arms around Oikawa's waist and lifting him off the ground.
With a laugh, Oikawa kicks his feet until Iwaizumi lets him down. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lifts Iwaizumi up as well with just as much ease, throwing him over a shoulder.
"I'm taking you home, Iwa-chan," he declares, and laughs while Iwaizumi kicks and protests the entire way back.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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"Do you remember," Iwaizumi murmurs, his voice low, rough like the rocks along the bank of the river, "the way I would always finds you crying, at this very place?"
"Hush, Iwa-chan," Oikawa replies, and his voice is smooth like spider silk. "It's rude to remember someone as powerful as I am by their weaknesses."
"You'd come here to hide all the time." Iwaizumi does even try to hide his smile, as he watches the flow of the river. "Back when you were still small enough, you'd hide under the large leaves just here and you'd cry so much that you'd be shaking with it."
"Iwa-chan," Oikawa protests, but he's laughing. He wraps his fingers around Iwaizumi's wrists, tugging him close. "You've always been such a bully, always dredging up the worst memories when I want someone to think well of me. Why can't you just accept that I'm perfect and leave me be?"
Iwaizumi's smile grows wider, and he presses a kiss to Oikawa's neck. "Perfect, huh? You used to blow your nose on my sleeve, because you never thought that your tails would be pretty enough."
"I know better now, though, don't I?" Oikawa asks, as four of his nine tails brush along Iwaizumi's sides.
There are few things in the world that are as satisfying as this, Iwaizumi thinks to himself as he lets Oikawa's tails surround him, holding him close until there's nothing separating their bodies. He's had the opportunity to watch Oikawa outgrow all of his doubts, becoming something much more powerful than any of the people who doubted him. He can feel the proof in Oikawa's presence itself, because it emanates from him with every step that he takes, but it's more than that. Iwaizumi can see it from the way his confidence shines in his eyes, the way he holds his head high. Oikawa is proud, and Iwaizumi might frequently complain that he's too proud, but he knows that it's all well deserved and hard won.
"You always knew better than to listen to anyone, though," Oikawa hums, and his lips are curved into a smile as he presses them to Iwaizumi's. "You always believed that I'd become who I was. Just like I knew that you'd become the big, strong brute that you are."
"Brute, huh?" Iwaizumi asks, wrapping his arms around Oikawa's waist and lifting him off the ground.
With a laugh, Oikawa kicks his feet until Iwaizumi lets him down. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lifts Iwaizumi up as well with just as much ease, throwing him over a shoulder.
"I'm taking you home, Iwa-chan," he declares, and laughs while Iwaizumi kicks and protests the entire way back.