billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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Tch.

"Move." Iwaizumi grunted when Oikawa wouldn't budge from the doorway. He was just standing there, completely frozen for some reason, facing their new room.

It was almost 3am and Iwaizumi hadn't caught a wink of sleep. He could commit murder right now.

He stood on his tippy toes and leaned above Oikawa's shoulder to get a better look at whatever the fuck had Oikawa stuck.

"Move."

"I can't." Oikawa turned his head sideways to hiss at Iwiauzmi as if this was all his fault.

He pushed past Oikawa and sighed in relief as warm air from the air conditioner hit his face. It really was cold outside. Thank fuck.

Iwaizumi slipped out of his shoes, socked feet landing on the soft, cream coloured carpet.

He set his coat aside, "I'll shower first. The ants could've contaminated my bed too. You should shower as well so–" he cut himself as he caught a glimpse of a conflicted Oikawa, eyes wide and mouth shut, still standing in the doorway.

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows at the other in question.

Oikawa stammered while making wild gestures with his hands, his face flushed.

"Come inside and shut the door, you're letting cold air in."

Oikawa shut the door but didn't move any further.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes.

"What? Spit it out."

"Theres–there's, it's—" Oikawa cut himself off, gesturing awfully at something behind Iwaizumi.

He turned around only to find a queen sized bed there, perfectly made with a large comforter and several pillows.

Iwaizumi gave Oikawa a confused look, "its a bed?"

What the actual fuck was Oikawa's problem at 3am in the morning?

Oikawa gaped, "its—it's one."

"Its a damn bed, Oikawa."

"Its -- one!"

Iwaizumi frowned and pointed at the bathroom door sternly, "go."

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Fine.

Fine.

He'll go. He'll definitely go.

Oikawa gathered a new set of comfortable clothes and toiletries from his luggage quickly and went to the bathroom. He didn't mean to slam the door, it just did.

He tired controlling his breathing but it was impossible. He heart rate was spiked and his ears were hot. He patted his cheeks.

How clueless could Iwaizumi be?

Oikawa shook his head.

Even though what he felt for Iwaizumi wasn't exactly romantic, it was still definitely something. It was affection and infatuation and—and . . . home.

And its not like Iwaizumi gave him a single moment of solace and peace to sort his feelings out.

He was always just there.

It was difficult, okay? How do you go from protecting and loving a kid to wanting his continuous attention and then not seeing him for three whole years?

Especially when the kid isn't a kid anymore and you're conflicted and drowning in all kinds of feelings.

Especially when the kid isn't a kid anymore. You don't know what to do then.