Intertwined

Chapter twenty-five - when we were young

Oikawa's POV:

"Yano when you said 'come over for a proper catch up' I didn't think that meant me helping you clean and rearrange your apartment oikawa", he says while drilling two holes in the ceiling, so that I can hang even more hanging baskets to pot my plants in, which iwaizumi thinks is unnecessary. He's wrong.

"Think of it as reparations for the last seven years... shit has it really been seven years damn, we're so old", I say while flopping down on my arm chair near the window, my fingers absentmindedly play with the new baby leaves that are growing on my favourite ivy.

"Speak for yourself, I'm still young", I laugh at his comment, "yeah yeah, you've got the whole dilf vibe going on for you, but I've only got my dashing smile and my unbelievably great hair left", I say while pushing the headband on my head back due to the loose brown stands that have seemed to escaped.

"Did you just call me dilf? I'm a dilf?", I cant help but erupt with laughter at the blinding confusion laced in his questions, I wipe the tears from my eyes in a way to sort of stop myself from crying-laughing on my freshly vacuumed carpet, "you calm now? I see you still laugh like a idiot", even though it sounded like an insult I couldn't ignore the rising blush that's made it's way to my ears.

"I do not 'laugh like a idiot' thank you very much", i slyly cover my cheeks as I rest my head in my hand that's lent on the chair arm, he scoffs, "whatever you say pretty boy", he climbs down from the small wooden step ladder that I've had ever since I've moved into this place, he says it's not safe. He's wrong.

"Pretty boy? You think I'm pretty Mr iwaizumi? Oh what an honour".

"Your definitely something I'll tell you that", he says with such confidence in his voice that it makes me sink back into the place in my palm, just to try and hide the red tint that I know is spreading across on my face. He turns to me and a smug smile graces his face, "what, cat got your tongue now?", he comes closer to where I'm sitting, he stops when his black trainers are barely touching my feet.

"I have no idea what your talking about, I was just...", thirsting over how attractive you look in your purple hoodie, blushing over how you may or may not have just called me pretty, how the fact that after this long your still the most beautiful man I've ever met, "...thinking".

He lowers his head towards mine, the painfully sexy smirk that's still painted permanently on to his face gets increasingly closer to my own blush covered one, "what would that be about then? You used to spout whatever was on your mind to me at any given moment", his eyes freeze me in place, "what happened to the Torú I knew", my breathing comes across normal, but my heart beat is something of abnormal.

"Things change...", is the only thing that manages to slivers its way out of my dry, anxious mouth, his eyes seems to trace all around my body mainly focusing on my face. What is happening right now?

"so they do", I don't know how he said that so calmly while this close to my face, I've would've combust by now, in fact if this carry's on any longer I think I will, "I've grown up, and I remember how much my rambling... annoyed you so your wel-",

"Annoyed me? Why would you think that would annoy me?", the smirk vanishes from his face and replaced with a cautious scowl, "don't act like it didn't, you don't have to lie-", I'm immediately silenced by the brush of a hand on my forehead, I feel a strand of loose hair that's peeking out of my sports hairband be placed behind my ear, "it never annoyed me, you never annoyed me, sure you was stuck up your ass at times, and you was way too full of yourself too".

"Okay no need to drive the knife in", I say with every ounce of dignity I have left inside of me, however instead of moving back his hand he elopes my cheek in a almost a hesitant way, like he's scared to touch my skin, "but I never saw you as annoying, I took you for granted back then oikawa, but I'm glad you've given me one more chance to make up for all the years I've- we've lost".