Iwaizumi tapped his desktop with his fingertips, biting the inside of his cheek. "Come on, come on, come on. I know you're up."
His eyes darted to the clock. It was eight at night. He had his dinner next to his computer, still warm. Above the clock on his computer, a bright blue box popped up.
|Tooru <3 is calling…|
Iwaizumi slammed his hand on the mouse, answering his call. "Hey fuck face, you're fifteen minutes late."
"Hush. I got up a few minutes late and have a hangover."
"Idiot."
Oikawa put his phone on his nightstand. He pulled off his t-shirt, putting on a tank top. "Well good morning to you too sunshine."
Iwaizumi sighed. He picked up his chopsticks. "Did you at least have fun?"
"I did." Oikawa looked up. He took a mug from someone off-screen. "Thank you so much. Can you get me some water too?"
"Yeah, no problem."
Iwaizumi covered his mouth slightly, mouth nearly full. "That Hinata?"
"Oh yeah. He stayed here last night so he's fine."
"Why?"
"Pretty sure he had phone sex with Tobio while I was gone based on his lights being red when I got back."
"I- gross don't tell me that you asshole."
Oikawa chuckled. "Was your day good love?"
Iwaizumi paused, heart, melting from the name. Then he remembered him quite literally sobbing earlier that day in his room before work. "It could have been better but it was fine."
"Oh? What happened?"
"Nothing too bad. Just me getting frustrated."
The brunette nodded. He was handed the glass of water he'd asked for. "Thanks."
Iwaizumi yawned. "Everything okay in Argentina?"
"Mhmm. The partying kinda gets boring after three years."
"Idiot."
"I'm serious! You can only have so many fire shots before they don't seem cool. Like seriously. It's just like looking at a flame and then kinda drinking it and chilling in a corner watching other people fall for the stupid party trick." He downed the water before picking up his phone. "We're going outside now."
Iwaizumi kept eating, watching. "What are you doing?"
"Stretching. My body is gross right now."
Iwaizumi nodded. "Fair enough."
"Hey, that kitchen better be clean. I'm not gonna have you making our apartment a mess before I get home and make it a mess in a year or two."
Iwaizumi glanced at the sink. It was nearly overflowing. "What in the hell…?"
Oikawa stretched out, comfortable. When he was done he went back inside, to his room where he drank his now cooled-off coffee.
"Hey, where are your wall decorations?"
"I took them down for repainting."
"Ah."
"I was planning on doing navy blue or a soft green."
"Navy blue would look nice."
Oikawa looked around. He sighed to himself. "Did I tell you about the call schedule at the end of this week?"
