billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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"Do you realise what time it is?," Uki walked in carrying a sleepy Shoyou in his arms, "I'm genuinely concerned for you both."

Oikawa scoffed at him but it wasn't mean, "when are you ever genuine— and you don't look like you just woke up."

"I'm always genuine," Uki shot him an annoyingly teasing smirk, "if you think I'm hot just say that."

Oikawa sighed dramatically.

Iwaizumi carefully took Shoyou from Uki's arms and gently laid him down on his bed. Shoyou unconsciously turned on his side. He put his blanket on top of the kid, tucking him in.

"Why'd you bring him?" Oikawa asked as he slowly pushed Shoyou's hair out of his face.

"I wasn't very keen with the idea of leaving alone him in a hotel room."

Iwaizumi watched Oikawa give Uki a deadpanned look, "it is your hotel."

"The point stands." Uki brushed a few stray snowflakes from his coat and took his off, hanging it on a rack.

Then Oikawa and Uki got busy with having a silent conversation with their eyes. Honestly, it was kind of intimidating to watch, Iwaizumi thought. He had known these people for only some time now, really known, yet sometimes it still. . .

"Should we sit on the carpet?" He broke the silence.

The two of them looked at him simultaneously. Iwaizumi awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and then Uki smiled at him like he knew what they wanted to talk about, "of course."

So they sat down. Uki sat with his back resting against the foot of Iwaizumi's bed (on which Shoyou slept while snoring softly)

Oikawa and Iwaizumi sat across each other. Oikawa's knee was touching Uki's. Iwaizumi pretended not to notice.

It was still hard for him. He was aware that Oikawa and Uki were touchy with each other and sometimes he wanted to touch Oikawa like that.

Like their legs brushing against each other's anywhere they sat or fingers linked or caressing his hair. . . But he always chickened out at the last minute.

Even though Oikawa wouldn't mind that— hell, Oikawa would probably like that.

"So. . ." Uki began, "what's the matter?"

Oikawa squinted at him.

Uki raised his eyebrows right back at him.

"Hmm. Not a hair out of its place."

Uki blushed, running a hand through his hair.

Oikawa looked at him suspiciously, "Were you with Mr. Iwaizumi?"

Hajime's eyes shot right at Uki who gaped, "I— what? I thought you two needed my help."

"You were with him!"

"He's upset. . ."

"Right," Oikawa spat, "he can be upset for a few seconds after he collectively ruined all of our lives."

Iwaizumi shifted, fingers tangling together self consciously.

Uki frowned at Oikawa and it was the first time Iwaizumi had seen him not smile at the brunette.

"Hotaru said he'll do whatever Hajime says."

Oikawa smiled mockingly, "What can he do? Hm? Sure, he can go away, leave with country— to do what? Go somewhere else to sip on margaritas? He doesn't get to be upset!"