It had been two weeks, and Kyoutani still padded along behind Iwaizumi cautiously at volleyball practices (on the rare occasion he chose to show up), like a street dog following a stranger that tossed them scraps. He never inched too close, just stared at Iwaizumi hard as he did as he was told. Iwaizumi was starting to get worried.
“Iwa-chan~!” Oikawa’s sing-song voice is pitchy as always as he drapes himself across Iwaizumi’s shoulders one Saturday. “I can’t believe you’re cheating on me. I can’t believe I lost to dog.” He sighs dramatically into Iwaizumi’s ear, warm and loud. Iwa-chan knocks his head against Oikawa’s mouth in retaliation on reflex, and he wonders what Oikawa knows about Kyoutani that he doesn’t.
Oikawa rolls onto his back with a theatrical whine and a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, prodding gently at his possible split lip with long fingers. “You’re such a brute, no wonder Mad Dog-chan likes you so much. Maybe he thinks you’re the alpha dog he’s been looking for to set a lone wolf like him straight.” His tone is light and his smile is teasing, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s something dark and calculating in his stare, and Iwaizumi feels like it’s more of an accusation than a teasing prod.
“I don’t actually think he likes me,” Iwa-chan says with a crease between his eyebrows. “He never really says much to me at all.”
Oikawa’s eyes narrow further. “Of course he doesn’t, Iwa-chan. If he talked to you for more than five minutes, he’d realize you aren’t a pack leader or whatever he thinks he’s found. You’re a kitten.” The smile drops from Oikawa’s face, and Iwaizumi is about to hit him for being irritating until Oikawa continues, “A kitten with like, toned biceps.”
Iwaizumi hits him twice for how loudly he laughs at his own joke.
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Kissing Kyoutani is dangerous, Iwaizumi finds out the following Monday. He doesn’t touch Iwaizumi anywhere, just balls his fist in Iwaizumi’s shirt and slams his open mouth onto Iwaizumi’s lips. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, that much is clear, but he’s determined. Iwaizumi had not expected this to happen when he asked Kyoutani why he’s always staring as he drops a bag of balls into the corner of the empty club room.
Iwaizumi’s teeth hurt from Kyoutani knocking against them, and he jabs an elbow into Kyoutani’s collarbone until he stops trying to gnaw a hole in Iwaizumi’s bottom lip.
Somehow, the first thing out of Iwaizumi’s mouth is, “What the hell kind of kiss was that?!” Kyoutani’s jaw tenses and he looks like he might throw a punch.
“You have to go slower or you’re gonna knock my teeth out, you know,” Iwaizumi says, softer this time, because he can’t ignore a kouhai in need of direction. Kyoutani leans back in slowly, without a trace of hesitation, his eyes open and watching, and Iwaizumi shouldn’t be surprised by his obedience.
“Stick your tongue out,” Iwaizumi mumbles after a moment of silence, his face red as he opens his mouth.
FILL: team imaizumi shunsuke/naruko shoukichi, T
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It had been two weeks, and Kyoutani still padded along behind Iwaizumi cautiously at volleyball practices (on the rare occasion he chose to show up), like a street dog following a stranger that tossed them scraps. He never inched too close, just stared at Iwaizumi hard as he did as he was told. Iwaizumi was starting to get worried.
“Iwa-chan~!” Oikawa’s sing-song voice is pitchy as always as he drapes himself across Iwaizumi’s shoulders one Saturday. “I can’t believe you’re cheating on me. I can’t believe I lost to dog.” He sighs dramatically into Iwaizumi’s ear, warm and loud. Iwa-chan knocks his head against Oikawa’s mouth in retaliation on reflex, and he wonders what Oikawa knows about Kyoutani that he doesn’t.
Oikawa rolls onto his back with a theatrical whine and a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, prodding gently at his possible split lip with long fingers. “You’re such a brute, no wonder Mad Dog-chan likes you so much. Maybe he thinks you’re the alpha dog he’s been looking for to set a lone wolf like him straight.” His tone is light and his smile is teasing, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s something dark and calculating in his stare, and Iwaizumi feels like it’s more of an accusation than a teasing prod.
“I don’t actually think he likes me,” Iwa-chan says with a crease between his eyebrows. “He never really says much to me at all.”
Oikawa’s eyes narrow further. “Of course he doesn’t, Iwa-chan. If he talked to you for more than five minutes, he’d realize you aren’t a pack leader or whatever he thinks he’s found. You’re a kitten.” The smile drops from Oikawa’s face, and Iwaizumi is about to hit him for being irritating until Oikawa continues, “A kitten with like, toned biceps.”
Iwaizumi hits him twice for how loudly he laughs at his own joke.
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Kissing Kyoutani is dangerous, Iwaizumi finds out the following Monday. He doesn’t touch Iwaizumi anywhere, just balls his fist in Iwaizumi’s shirt and slams his open mouth onto Iwaizumi’s lips. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, that much is clear, but he’s determined. Iwaizumi had not expected this to happen when he asked Kyoutani why he’s always staring as he drops a bag of balls into the corner of the empty club room.
Iwaizumi’s teeth hurt from Kyoutani knocking against them, and he jabs an elbow into Kyoutani’s collarbone until he stops trying to gnaw a hole in Iwaizumi’s bottom lip.
Somehow, the first thing out of Iwaizumi’s mouth is, “What the hell kind of kiss was that?!” Kyoutani’s jaw tenses and he looks like he might throw a punch.
“You have to go slower or you’re gonna knock my teeth out, you know,” Iwaizumi says, softer this time, because he can’t ignore a kouhai in need of direction. Kyoutani leans back in slowly, without a trace of hesitation, his eyes open and watching, and Iwaizumi shouldn’t be surprised by his obedience.
“Stick your tongue out,” Iwaizumi mumbles after a moment of silence, his face red as he opens his mouth.