Iwaizumi's dreams always have a certain taste to them that lingers in Oikawa's mouth, clinging to his tongue and not quite letting go.
He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and wonders if Iwaizumi will stay up late tonight, or if he'll be in bed soon, so they can see each other again. There's nothing for him to do but wait, and so he does, wandering from one mind to the next, finding dreams that he can eat before moving on. He always returns to the corners of Iwaizumi's mind, though, waiting. Eventually, he knows that his patience will be rewarded.
When someone first falls asleep, they don't dream. It's time for Oikawa to get to work, using the window of time he has before Iwaizumi's REM cycle kicks in and he finds himself in his dream world. Over all of the visits that Oikawa has been paying to Iwaizumi's mind, he's made sure to give this dream world a particular feel to it. He wants it to be pleasant, to be comforting, and for that to happen, he needs to do a bit of maintenance.
He pulls the niggling doubts from the recesses of Iwaizumi's mind, where he doesn't even realise that they're sitting and poisoning the rest of his thoughts. They squirm in Oikawa's hands and he looks down at them, clicking his tongue critically before swallowing them whole. He's not interested in the way that they taste, but they still burn on their way down. Oikawa coughs, patting his own chest to help it down, before glancing around and searching for the next.
There are the standard fears; the fear of failure, the fear of not being good enough, the fear of not being liked, and Oikawa eats them all, wishing that he could tell Iwaizumi just how unfounded each and every single one of those thoughts are. He supposes that it's easier to just outright remove them. Perhaps it will leave Iwaizumi more confident for it. Oikawa thinks that's good enough.
By the time Iwaizumi is in REM, the hard part of Oikawa's job is complete. Iwaizumi finds himself in the same cotton candy dreamland that he's growing accustomed to. Oikawa can see the recognition in his eyes as he takes in the pastel colours and the sense of softness and comfort.
Iwaizumi's gaze wanders across the scene before him, until it finally lands on Oikawa. With a smile, Oikawa waves.
"You again," Iwaizumi murmurs, but it doesn't sound like a bad thing.
"Yes," Oikawa replies, walking over and sitting down beside Iwaizumi, so close that their shoulders are touching. "Me again."
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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Iwaizumi's dreams always have a certain taste to them that lingers in Oikawa's mouth, clinging to his tongue and not quite letting go.
He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and wonders if Iwaizumi will stay up late tonight, or if he'll be in bed soon, so they can see each other again. There's nothing for him to do but wait, and so he does, wandering from one mind to the next, finding dreams that he can eat before moving on. He always returns to the corners of Iwaizumi's mind, though, waiting. Eventually, he knows that his patience will be rewarded.
When someone first falls asleep, they don't dream. It's time for Oikawa to get to work, using the window of time he has before Iwaizumi's REM cycle kicks in and he finds himself in his dream world. Over all of the visits that Oikawa has been paying to Iwaizumi's mind, he's made sure to give this dream world a particular feel to it. He wants it to be pleasant, to be comforting, and for that to happen, he needs to do a bit of maintenance.
He pulls the niggling doubts from the recesses of Iwaizumi's mind, where he doesn't even realise that they're sitting and poisoning the rest of his thoughts. They squirm in Oikawa's hands and he looks down at them, clicking his tongue critically before swallowing them whole. He's not interested in the way that they taste, but they still burn on their way down. Oikawa coughs, patting his own chest to help it down, before glancing around and searching for the next.
There are the standard fears; the fear of failure, the fear of not being good enough, the fear of not being liked, and Oikawa eats them all, wishing that he could tell Iwaizumi just how unfounded each and every single one of those thoughts are. He supposes that it's easier to just outright remove them. Perhaps it will leave Iwaizumi more confident for it. Oikawa thinks that's good enough.
By the time Iwaizumi is in REM, the hard part of Oikawa's job is complete. Iwaizumi finds himself in the same cotton candy dreamland that he's growing accustomed to. Oikawa can see the recognition in his eyes as he takes in the pastel colours and the sense of softness and comfort.
Iwaizumi's gaze wanders across the scene before him, until it finally lands on Oikawa. With a smile, Oikawa waves.
"You again," Iwaizumi murmurs, but it doesn't sound like a bad thing.
"Yes," Oikawa replies, walking over and sitting down beside Iwaizumi, so close that their shoulders are touching. "Me again."