The Final Year [Iwaizumi X Reader]

Ten : Special Endeavours

CONTENT WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

POV CHANGE : IWAIZUMI

The minute we stepped foot into Oikawa's house, was the minute the entire group let out a huge sigh of relief. Everyone crashed onto the couch, or in Oikawa's case, the floor, and attempted to calm down from the shit show we just faced back at Seijoh.

"Anyone else up for takeout? Can't just be me that doesn't want to cook for 3 ravenous teens!" Oikawa preaches, his face in the carpet.

"It's your house, and are the 'Kawas not here?" Y/n slants, calling them as they are her family. With the slant form of the Oikawa last name.

"Nah! Mom's on vacation and Dad's with her. Explains why you guys even get to be here." He lifts his head up to face us, smiling with slight rug burn on his chin.

I laugh and point it out, "you sure you want us to see that?! God this'll be a fun night!"

He blushes in embarrassment and immediately hides it away, "don't be so mean to me!"

"I'll grab the order menus you guys keep getting in the mail! You surely save them still don't you?" Y/n gets up from the couch, and makes her way to the kitchen counter, where a never ending pile of restaurant menus and fliers are situated. She finds a specific pamphlet and calls the number.

"Always. Ma doesn't like cooking and well, dad just won't. So I do and then eat out like the pigs they are!" He comments back, mimicking his parents with his flaunting hands and shit. Y/n finishes on the phone and cleans up the fliers.

"You really shouldn't comment, you ate an entire sushi and onigiri platter by yourself in the change room when your girlfriend dumped you last year." I smack his head from the sofa and kick him while I'm at it.

Y/n laughs as she clutches her gut, "I remember Hanamaki telling me that! He even has pictures!" She scrolls through her phone.

"Are you going back into the chat or with what he sent you?" I ask, curiously.

"Oh no. Thanks to Takahiro, he spammed me multiple embarrassing pics of Oikawa stuffing his face with rice and snot."

"How tragic and gross!" Oikawa pleads, "don't show them for the love of god!"

"Oh come on it's not like this'll ruin your reputation!" I joke, and get up from my seat to see the pictures.

I wrap my arm around y/n as she pulls up photos from the event. One depicts Oikawa's face full of sticky rice and his mouth drenched in tears. Another flashes his face, aluminizing his snot and puffy eyes.

I can't help but laughs and so does she. Oikawa takes her phone and looks over the photos. His expression changes to a fake pout, and he tosses her phone aside.

"Jesus, I thought you had not dignity than that!" He counters.

"Well you certainly don't!" She says to him, and she leans her head onto my shoulder. I can feel her head pulsating and pounding as she slows her breathing and squints her eyes, "I ordered us some pizza by the way. It was just the easiest option."