Best I Ever Had [IwaOi Angst]

Chapter 18

"Iwa-chan, why don't you keep any milk bread in your house?" Oikawa whines poking his head out of the pantry. Iwaizumi looks over at him with a disinterested expression.

"Buy it yourself."

"Iwa-chan is a terrible host." Oikawa sighs, settling for some chocolate chip cookies to satiate his ravenous sweet tooth.

"Get out of my house, then." Iwaizumi huffs, flicking his eyes back to the paused T.V. They're about to watch one of the new Godzilla movies that Iwaizumi had been wanting to watch for years but never had the time--nor the company--for. Kaede wasn't a fan of monster movies. Yet. He was working on it.

Oikawa throws himself onto the couch, right beside Iwaizumi. The latter growls as his glass of soda almost spills. Oikawa grins at him and Iwaizumi decides to press play anyway.

"I'm sure Kae-chan would love milk bread." Oikawa continues, as the opening credits play.

"Kaede's sweet tooth doesn't need encouraging." Iwaizumi counters, gruffly.

"How spartan! The poor girl." Oikawa sighs, biting into a cookie. He offers one to Iwaizumi, who takes it without qualm. The pair soon settle into the movie.

It's a Saturday night during a week when Kaede's off at her mother's home. Normally these weeks are lonely and quiet, with Iwaizumi tending to a house that feels much too big for just him. Usually, he tries to spend time with Daichi and Suga, but the pair had become increasingly busy with their adoption search. Iwaizumi doesn't want to impose. They're stressed enough as it is.

Oikawa had soon learned of these lonely weeks, and done what he does best, inject himself into the situation. Iwaizumi would never admit how thankful he is for it. Just a few months ago he had been certain he would never see his best friend's face again.

Now he can't keep him out of his house for longer than a day.

When the end credits begin to roll, Oikawa gets up to stretch. Iwaizumi notices how the crumbs cascade onto his floor and grimaces. Oikawa doesn't seem to notice. Or at least, he's very good at pretending to not.

"The original was better." Oikawa comments, stretching his arms up high. It makes his shirt ride up, Iwaizumi notices. And can't stop noticing.

"The original is always better." Iwaizumi reminds, leaning back a bit on the couch.

"Touche." Oikawa agrees before taking a glance at the clock, "Well, I guess I'm off!" He decides.

Because even though Oikawa visits his house almost every day he never sleepovers. Never mentions the idea. And Iwaizumi never offers.

But it's becoming increasingly harder not to.

"Oikawa." Iwaizumi bites his lower lip.

"Hmm?" Oikawa hums, looking over.

Iwaizumi hesitates, "Text me when you make it back."

Oikawa smiles, "Yes, yes, mom. I know the drill." He teases, expertly dodging the cushion that is soon flung at him.

And it's moments like these when Iwaizumi wants nothing more than to kiss Oikawa Tooru and never let him go again.

He refrains and watches his friend leave his home with little ceremony. He grabs his vacuum to suck up the crumbs left behind on the floor. He picks up the thrown cushion, placing it back on the couch. He flicks the T.V. off and brings the glasses back to the kitchen. Once he's tidied up the mess Oikawa always leaves behind in his wake, he starts checking his phone.

And it's moments like these when Iwaizumi knows he can't kiss Oikawa Tooru.

Because the anxiety of a decade ago comes back, as he refreshes his cell. The familiar paranoia, the dread in his stomach, as nothing changes on his screen, is still incredibly raw. And he doesn't know how to make the feelings go away. And it's obvious in these moments he hasn't forgiven Oikawa for what he did to him.