Best I Ever Had [IwaOi Angst]

Chapter 9

It's a weird time for both Oikawa and Iwaizumi. They're on the cusp of something new while still trudging through the old. They've finished their last game ever of their middle school careers. They've lost again to Ushijima. But the tears have dried, and there's only excitement for the next chance to crush him.

They have a few more weeks of class, a few more weeks with their team, with their juniors, before they leave for high school.

It's exciting.

It's terrifying.

Iwaizumi finds some solace in the fact that Oikawa and him will still be going to the same school. It's all that really matters. It's what sets him at ease. And things won't be so different, they'll still play volleyball, they'll still have homework, they'll still walk home together everyday.

They're best friends, and that won't change.

And so it's one lazy Friday afternoon, free of practice and homework that finds them lounging in Oikawa's room.

Iwaizumi is lying on his stomach on the floor, flipping through a sports magazine. He's paying close attention, focusing on the shoes advertised. His sneakers are getting a bit ratty, and he feels a hole about to emerge on the left one. It would be nice to start on his new team at his new school with a new pair of shoes.

Oikawa is sitting quietly near him. He's got his back against the bed to keep him upright, knees drawn up to rest the thick book in his hands. It's some new sci-fi thriller he picked up from the bookstore yesterday. Iwaizumi glances over at him and marvels at the fact he's already well past the half way point. He's always surprised at how fast of a reader Oikawa is. At how smart he is. At how talented he is. At how pretty he is.

Iwaizumi looks back at his magazine, dropping the train of thought. But he's no longer all that comfortable in his position. He rolls over onto his back, but it's no good either. He frowns and gets up, crawling over to Oikawa's side, "Lap." He orders.

As if on command, Oikawa's legs unfold, sticking straight out, without sparing a glance from his nove. He keeps reading, turning another page. Iwaizumi lays back down, using Oikawa's lap as his pillow. He opens up his magazine again.

Iwaizumi doesn't know how long they remain like that in silence, but at some point, Oikawa speaks up, "Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi lets out a grunt to acknowledge the comment, but doesn't take his eyes off the description he's reading.

"We're going to be high schoolers."

Iwaizumi flicks his gaze up at Oikawa, noticing he's holding his book closed, his finger saving his place. "Yeah." He murmurs back, massaging the glossy pages with his thumb.

Oikawa dog ears his book and then places it above him on his bed, "We're so old." He whines, stretching is arms up.

Iwaizumi snorts, "We're not."

Oikawa's lips twist up into a teasing smile, "You're so old." He corrects, licking his lips.

Iwaizumi swats Oikawa's thigh, making the brunet squeal, "I'm only a month older than you." He reminds.

Oikawa giggles lightly, "So old." He sighs dramatically.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and is about to go back to his magazine when Oikawa speaks up again, "What do you think it'll be like in high school?"

Iwaizumi blinks and considers it a moment, "Exactly the same." He decides with a shrug before adding, "But I'll be taller."

Oikawa laughs, "You're still mad I'm an inch taller than you now?"