IwaOi Drabbles/Oneshots

late-night driving

The text flashed across Oikawa's phone screen like a breath of fresh air.

Get out here, Shittykawa.

Fighting a smile, Oikawa hurriedly grabbed his alien-themed lanyard that held his keys and nudged the front door open. Forgetting a sweatshirt, the bite of the crisp autumn air tingled across his face and arms, a flimsy t-shirt fighting the chill alone. Iwaizumi lazily kicked the door of the dark Jeep Wrangler open, a scowl forming.

"Dumbass," Iwaizumi bit out, throwing Oikawa a sweatshirt of his own and raising the heat a few notches. Dutifully, Oikawa pulled the soft cloth over his frame, snuggling deeper into it as he inhaled the familiar smell of pine. He pretended not to notice the look of calm that passed over Iwaizumi's face as he did so.

Allowing a soft smile to settle instead of his normally obnoxious demeanor, Oikawa reached across the center console for Iwaizumi's phone, immediately unlocking it — the password was Oikawa's birthday, naturally — and sighing contentedly as Jeremy Zucker began to filter through the speakers.

At ease, Oikawa leaned his head back against the leather, tilting his head a bit to the side to admire Iwaizumi's profile. A strong jaw bled into a soft chin, sweeping into defined cheekbones and unusually relaxed brows. The last sunlight of the day airbrushed his skin in a soft, golden glimmer. Unable to resist, Oikawa let two of his fingers trail across Iwaizumi's jaw, down to the slope of his neck, and over his collarbone. Slightly stiffening, yet allowing the touch, Iwaizumi stayed silent, eyes glued to the road.

Turning his head back to stare at the empty expanse of road and sparse light pollution, Oikawa breathed out a sigh. "Are we going to talk about this, Iwa-chan?"

He could feel Iwaizumi's jaw clench, could practically see the small crease that Iwaizumi always got in-between his brows when he was uptight.

"Iwa-chan."

A soft grunt in reply.

"Iwa-chan, we need to—"

"We're here. Get out, Trashykawa."

Biting back another sigh, Oikawa dutifully stepped out of the car, eyes lighting up almost imperceptibly as he stared out at the dark water. The dock was one of his favorite places to go at night; completely tranquil, it allowed him to be at peace, a feeling that Oikawa didn't get much of these days. Hearing the leaves crunch under their boots, the pair gravitated toward their usual side of the small pier, settling on the wood. Oikawa let his long legs dangle over the edge while Iwaizumi sat back, his legs crossing instead.

Clasping and unclasping his hands nervously, Oikawa tried to put a teasing lilt in his tone. "How very romantic of a spot, Iwa-chan. I didn't know you were—"

"I know you really like her, Oikawa."

Sucking in a deep breath, Oikawa tried to stop him from saying anything further. "Iwa-chan, you don't have to—"

"But you do," Iwaizumi interrupted, an unusual habit they had developed in the last week or so. Oikawa internally winced at the steadily worsening hurt on Iwaizumi's face. "You really like her, more than the others. I shouldn't have told you."

Oikawa felt tempered heat rush to his cheeks as his mind briefly flashed back to Iwaizumi's confession just a week ago. The park, the grass, the disbelief when he heard Iwaizumi's I'm gay, and I love you, Shittykawa, still replaying over and over and over again. He noticed Iwaizumi trying to mask his hurt even further, and immediately reached over to clasp his hand. Iwaizumi flinched, drawing back as if he'd been burned.

"I'm sorry, Oikawa."

Oikawa's eyes snapped to Iwaizumi's, incredulous. "What? Iwa-chan, why are you sorry?"

"I just told you, dumbass. I shouldn't have told you." Rubbing a hand behind his neck, Iwaizumi's gaze moved to the floor of the pier. "I'm sorry that I burdened you with my...um. With my feelings."

Iwaizumi moved his gaze back to Oikawa's face, managing a wobbly, fake smile. "Don't worry, Shittykawa. It'll pass, soon enough. I'm really happy that you found her."

"But, Iwa-chan—"

"Oikawa, it's okay."

"Iwa-chan, just let me—"

"I said it's fine," Iwaizumi bit out, strained and small.

Exasperated, Oikawa stood up, pulling the spiky-haired male to his feet as he did. Gripping his shoulders, Oikawa watched Iwaizumi's eyes widen with surprise as he got closer.

"Iwa-chan, let me finish." A pause. Oikawa was a bit uncertain, wondering if Iwaizumi would forgive him for how he let things get so...so wrong, so quickly. Clearing his throat, swallowing his pride, Oikawa lifted his eyes to Iwaizumi's.

"I love you, Hajime."

Iwaizumi's lips parted in confusion. "What the hell are you—"

"I'm in love with you." Another deep, shuddering breath. "That girl doesn't even come close to you, Iwa-chan. I was so, so scared of losing our friendship that I buried these feelings so deep inside of me for years."

Oikawa felt a thumb wipe away a tear, then another. When had he started crying?

"I was so selfish, Iwa-chan, thinking that I would immediately lose you if I confessed. She was just someone I was trying force myself to like so I could ignore all this." A sob ripped through his throat as he buried his face in Iwaizumi's chest.

"Hajime, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry that this week has been so full of shit," he sniffled, sobbing even harder and twisting Iwaizumi's hoodie in his hands. Iwaizumi softly nudged at his head, chuckling as Oikawa refused to look up.

"Oikawa."

Sniffling, Oikawa shook his head, a muffled garble his only response.

He tried again. "Tooru."

Oikawa immediately looked up, eyes wild with confusion. Snorting, Iwaizumi gently tilted his chin up to look at him clearly, a genuine smile gracing his normally stoic face. Oikawa's eyes widened further as he took in the sparkle in Iwaizumi's eyes, the pure affection evident in every pore. Iwaizumi was gazing at him as if he had just hung the moon.

"Let me kiss you, Tooru," Iwaizumi whispered, reveling in the beautiful blush that colored Oikawa's features.

A pause. Then, "Okay."

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It wasn't until the moon shone bright in the sky that the pair — fingers intertwined, complete with soft murmurs and whispers of neck kisses — meandered back to the Jeep. The drive home was full of Oikawa's tone-deaf wailing to Ruel and Iwaizumi's disgruntled jabs with no actual bite to them, but Iwaizumi let Oikawa hold his hand the whole way.

They still held hands when Iwaizumi walked him to his door.

Even when Iwaizumi kissed him goodnight, first on the lips, then tender on the cheek, Oikawa's face splitting into the most blinding smile he'd ever seen.

Even when Iwaizumi tried to let go, but Oikawa instead pulled him into a hug because he didn't want to see him go.

Eventually, Iwaizumi saw Oikawa to his room safe and sound, exhaling with relief and exhilaration as he put the Jeep in drive.

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The next morning, when Iwaizumi met Oikawa in front of his house to walk to school, Tooru immediately grabbed hold of Hajime's hand and smiled.