𝟏𝟑 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 → 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐨𝐢

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"Salt air, and the rust on your door."

Hajime lowly groaned, his eyelids still feeling so heavy and warm with weariness. All throughout college and even post graduation, he's traveled around to so many different countries that waking up completely disoriented became normal.

The merit he had gained through networking and internships had earned him a luxurious style he was not all too familiar with. Although his parents were actually rich, he had no idea. They weren't cheap by any means, but they never overly spoiled him with material things. Even when they did take multiple vacations a year, they never stayed at the fanciest of resorts either. The places they did go to were always beautiful, but what Hajime remembers most about his childhood, is all the memories he made. He didn't remember the hotel rooms or the fancy dinner plates,  no. He remembers running in the beach, squealing and running as his father tried to catch him. He remembers how at some point inevitably, he'd get such a wild sun burn his mother would have to slather the two of them with aloe vera. Oh yeah, what he remembers most is that his parents would always invite Toru with them for their summer vacations. That should have been the dead give away that his parents were loaded, but bliss is ignorance and children are riddled with it.

In all his memories of summer vacations, Toru's beautiful face always pops up.  Loudly yawning now, his eyes start scanning the room.  The room is rganized with some cohesion, but also has a juvenile touch. It's nice, but it's definitely like the last luxurious penthouse he was staying at.

At times, Hajime was scared of how easily he found himself relaxing in those upscale environments. Sometimes he feared it would get to his head. That it would inflate his ego and send him soaring into the sky, drifting around aimlessly like a hot air balloon, demanding to be seen.

Still, just by looking at the light brown wood boards that covered the walls of this place, he smiled at the familiarity of it all. The room seemed like a cozy cabin, the ideal place for just the two of them, the perfect getaway destination.

It was the walls, the navy blue quilt he brought to his face, and that voice he knew all too well that had him knowing exactly where he was at.

"I never needed anything more." He sang, that voice drenched in feelings. A rush of warmth grew over Iwaizumi's face, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch up into a smirk he tried so hard to fight off.

He could just picture him already, holding a hair brush that he dramatically sang into. His right hand would be on his chest as sung about before twirling, and if Hajime was in the bathroom as he usually was, he'd already have scorned him to be more careful.

Despite all his physical talent, off any volleyball court, Toru had the misfortune of being magnetic to the ground, it seemed.

The last time they were in the bathroom together, Oikawa had slipped on the rug. Had Hajime not been observing him by the bathtub, a disaster could have happened.

"Trust fall." Oikawa had said, trying to play it off.

And still, as he dared slither his way into the strong arms of his boyfriend as if nothing disastrous could have just happened, Hajime felt Toru's quick heart beat. Oh, it definitely frightened him too. "So glad I have a super strong boyfriend." Oikawa had lowly whispered, caught in a tender haze as he began to place gentle kisses on Iwaizumi's toned chest.