The Pool - IwaOi

The Pool

"All the fire I felt within my bones became eclipsed

Just the touch of your hands, your heart and, oh my God, your lips

Oh, I just wish that

I just wish that you would

Would you trust me to catch you at the bottom of the pool

If I told you, my whole heart, that I loved you

That I loved you, that I loved you?"

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Hajime stared down with strained eyes at the coursework strewn across his desk, anxiously twirling the dull pencil in his hand. He sighed in frustration and massaged his temples, head pounding from hours of nothing but rigorous studying. He desperately needed a break, now already six hours and two energy drinks into his attempted all-nighter. But when would he even have the time? Finals were only a month away, which to any other well-paced student would be more than enough time to study for the classes he was taking, but thanks to the nasty virus he caught that had him bed-ridden for over a week, he was very behind.

Which is why he's here now, hunched over and scribbling nonsense that even he didn't understand onto his organic-chemistry homework. Hajime usually had no problems in this class, he could even admit to enjoying it. But after six hours of nonstop work for his other classes, like statistics and human anatomy, the words on the papers underneath him seemed like a completely different language. His brain had completely fried sometime after the fourth hour, and he was exhausted.

It also didn't help that his boyfriend had planned a total surprise visit to California, and was now laying on his bed watching ridiculous conspiracy documentaries at an ungodly volume.

"Tooru, could you please turn that down?" Hajime grumbled into his hand, now cupped partly under his own chin to hold his head up. He was sure he'd pass out face first into his desk if he didn't have something to prop his head on.

Tooru huffed in annoyance, and Hajime didn't even need to turn around to know that he was pouting. Still, the volume was turned down, and Hajime muttered a quiet 'thank you'.

"Iwa-chan..." Tooru started, voice high pitched and whiney, and Hajime winced at the throbbing pain it caused to his borderline migraine. He could hear the sound of his bed creaking, and suddenly Tooru's arms were thrown loosely around him from behind, his face pressed into the crook of Hajime's neck.

"This isn't what I had in mind when I came all this way to be with you." Tooru mumbled into his skin.

"You should've told me you were coming. I could have finished all this before you got here."

They both knew that would have been impossible, Hajime had been pulling nonstop allnighters ever since he recovered. Tooru's eyebrows furrowed as he pulled away, hands moving to the back of the stiff rolling chair and turning Hajime around, forcing the other to look at him. He sat himself down in his boyfriend's lap and Hajime's arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, hands pressing into the small of his back and pulling him just a little closer.

"Hajime," Tooru cupped his cheek and gently stroked the skin under his eyes, the slightly darker color being evidence of Hajime's lack of sleep. He leaned into the touch, willing himself to not pass out in his boyfriend's grasp right there and then. "When was the last time you got any sleep?"

Hajime opened his mouth to answer, but Tooru quickly cut him off, "And I don't mean dozing off or napping. I mean real sleep. A full night's rest."

Silence. His eyes refused to meet the others as he looked away, resulting in a disappointed sigh from Tooru. "Haji, you of all people should know how important sleep is, how much your body needs it." He moved a thumb up to Hajime's temple and gently pressed down, making the other quietly groan. He began to massage the spot, bringing his other hand up to do the same on the other side. "Especially that big brain of yours, always thinking and working. You have to take a break."