The Trinity of the Rich || IwaOi

The Trinity of the Christmas Break

While Bokuto and Akaashi were traveling in London, Oikawa and Iwaizumi spent the first week of holiday break together.

"Iwa-chan I wanted to have a Star Wars movie marathon," Oikawa whined. Today's bickering consisted of what movies they were going to watch. Oikawa was adamant that they watch Star Wars while Iwaizumi preferred Godzilla. Iwaizumi argued that the series was about action and the awesomeness of the supernatural versus humans- which was way better than people fighting each other in space. Oikawa said that Iwaizumi was full of shit. Star Wars was a classic with an epic plot and incredible lightsaber duels. They ended up watching a bee documentary.

The next day they baked Christmas cookies. At first, Iwaizumi thought that Oikawa would have the decorating skills of a Pinterest mom, however, that was unfortunately not the case. Everything had started out fine. Oikawa searched up numerous cookie recipes but when he couldn't decide on one Iwaizumi suggested they make his grandma's cookies. Oikawa helped mix the dough and crack the eggs, not a single shell falling into the batter. It was when they were rolling out the dough that everything went to shit.

"Iwa-chan, I think I put too much flour on the counter." Iwaizumi took one glance at Oikawa's marble counters and knew that yes, Oikawa had used too much flour.

"No shit Sherlock. Scoop some back into the bag."

"But it's already touched the counter!"

"Throwing it out would just be wasteful."

"Fine!"

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as he grabbed some parchment paper for the tray. Just as he was lining the tray, he felt an avalanche of powder falling down the back of his shirt. When he turned around, Oikawa was running for dear life. Iwaizumi took off after him, flour pouring out from under his shirt.

"Come back, asshole! You're cleaning this shit up!" Iwaizumi hollered.

"You'll have to catch me first," Oikawa chimed. The two around the kitchen in circles before crashing into a corner by the dining table.

"Not too late to call mercy." Iwaizumi grinned, a pile of flour in his hands.

"Never."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," He said, stalking closer as Oikawa backed up further into the dining room windows. "Come here brat!" Iwaizumi lunged forward and threw the flour onto Oikawa's head. Oikawa tried to dodge but missed and lost his balance. In an attempt to avoid falling, he latched onto Iwaizumi's arm. Unfortunately, the latter was unprepared for such action and the two went crashing down to the floor in a mess of limbs and baking ingredients.

"Thanks a lot, Iwa-chan. And I just washed my hair this morning!" Oikawa grumbled. Iwaizumi ruffled the brunette's hair, shaking out the powder.

"It's fine. See, it's all gone now."

Oikawa frowned and tugged on his bangs. Flour fell through the strands of hair. "You were saying?"

"Okay, I take it back. It's mostly gone now," Iwaizumi coughed. Oikawa just stared back at him. For a moment, it was so silent you could've heard a pin drop. Then, both of them erupted into a fit of laughter.

Iwaizumi changed into one of Oikawa's hoodies. In all honesty, he would have preferred his dirtied shirt over a lime green alien pullover, but Oikawa insisted he would only dirty the floors. When he finally agreed to wear the hoodie, he was left in the kitchen while Oikawa went off to fix his hair.

As he slid the tray into the oven, Iwaizumi shook his head. How had he gotten here-in the penthouse of the school's most popular, most bitchy, flirt? Probably because neither of their parents could be bothered by their children's whereabouts so they had a lot of free time. No, but really. The actual answer to that question would be that Iwaizumi's raging crush had yet to disappear.