Colours of His Eyes

Chapter X

It was the middle of the night, and here he was, at Oikawa's door, fumbling with his spare key. Hajime, it's 12:43 in the morning, go home, he's probably asleep. He doesn't want to see you. Go home- no don't unlock the door, what are you doing? Stop that. Don't walk up those stairs. Stop it. Don't you dare knock on his door- oh my god.

His hand had knocked before he realized it, very lightly, and he almost turned around and ran out of the house right then, but suddenly the door was flung open and he was pulled into the room. He fell, cursing, into open arms, and found himself on the carpeted floor being clung to by a trembling brunette.

"I'm sorry Iwa-chan I didn't mean it! I didn't really want you to leave, I'm sorry!"

Hajime paused for half a second before squeezing Oikawa back. "It's fine. I'm sorry for... yelling at you." he muttered, burying his face in Oikawa's shoulder. When had Oikawa gotten taller than him? He hadn't noticed.

Hajime wondered if Oikawa had been thinking about him all night. If he had, that made him feel a little better about doing the same. They had gotten into fights before, some much worse than this, but he had never seen Oikawa cry about it in front of him. He didn't know what had been different this time. After a few minutes of cradling Oikawa, the boy looked up, no trace of tears in his eyes any longer. 

"Iwa-chan, it's the middle of the night, shouldn't you be getting your sleep? We have practice tomorrow! And what if my parents had heard you fumbling your way in here? They might have thought you were a burglar! Or an alien, come to abduct me!"

"No one would think that but you." Hajime mumbled, then a little louder, "Sorry, Captain, but I had to see you."

Those words had a stranger effect than what he had anticipated. Oikawa turned his head a little too quickly to the left, then turned a bright red, then hid his face in Hajime's neck, saying something through his teeth that Hajime couldn't quite make out. It made his face heat up, having Oikawa this close. Of course, they had been physically close before, but this was different, somehow. It made his heart race. He could bend down and kiss the other's forehead right now if he wanted to, and with Oikawa's lips so close to his neck, he just might without stopping to think.

Thankfully (or not? Who knows) Oikawa untangled himself from Hajime's arms and stood, looking down at the shorter of the two, who was in the process of getting to his feet. He smirked. "Iwa-chan, I see you were worried about me! So worried, you broke into my house! Eek, Iwa-chan, do you want to sleep with me?"

And there he went, with those stupid passing comments of his, ruining the moment Hajime was trying to cherish. "Fucking- Trashykawa, I swear-" he stuttered, grinding his teeth, trying not to let it show that he would, in fact, very much enjoy spending the night at Oikawa's. Admittedly, he wouldn't actually get much sleep.

A laugh bubbled from Oikawa's smiling mouth, startling Hajime, who had been lost in his gay thoughts. "Iwa-chan, you're so transparent! Of course you can spend the night with the great Oikawa Tooru, no need to ask twice!"

"I didn't even ask once."

"Ah, let me have some fun, spoilsport."

Hajime let out an exasperated breath, but went out to the hallway to grab an extra pillow from the closet anyway. He knew Oikawa hogged the pillows.

He ended up getting a lot more sleep than he had thought, mostly because he was so mentally exhausted, but it might have also been due to the fact that sometime around 2 a.m., Oikawa rolled over and hugged Hajime to his warm chest. He had been startled and almost pushed him off, but his sleeping face had been so beautiful, so angelic, he couldn't help but melt a little inside. He felt safer in those arms, and he ended up falling asleep ten minutes later, not waking up until he heard banging around that signalled Oikawa trying to decide what to wear.

"Shittykawa, we wear the same thing to school everyday, it's the same uniform, stop spending ten minutes stomping around." Hajime sat up and rubbed his eyes, growling at the blurry form bent over a vanity, trying to fix his hair. 

"Ah, sleepyhead's finally awake, huh? And I have to figure out what colour my socks and underwear are gonna be, Iwa-chan! Different shades of grey matter to me! Oh, you're extra uniform is in the top drawer." Oikawa replied, still running a comb through the curls in his fringe.

"No one cares what colour your underwear is." Hajime said absently as he climbed out of the blankets and found his uniform, heading to the bathroom to change.

"They might! You never know, Iwa-chan!" came the flighty answer from the hallway as Oikawa walked towards the stairs for breakfast. 

Hajime was soon seated next to him at his table, chewing on some slightly burnt toast and watching the nasty green smoothie Oikawa had offered him warily. 

"Iwa-chan, it's just the same as the one I made you yesterday, I brought it over before we went to school, remember? It was strawberry? This one is exactly the same. It's good for you. I'm drinking mine, see?"

Hajime couldn't believe he was being parented. By Oikawa Tooru. The mess.

"This is green."

"Iwa-chan, it tastes fine!"

They bickered until they realized that it was getting late and they had to get to school for morning practice, and Oikawa whined the whole way there that they hadn't gotten to go jogging, all because Hajime wouldn't drink his smoothie. Hajime didn't mind listening to Oikawa's voice the entire time, even if he feigned annoyance.

They were almost to the gym before Oikawa suddenly stopped complaining. "Oh yeah, Iwa-chan, did you know I need glasses? I'm going to an appointment later on, so after school I can't make it to practice. Play nice without me, mkay?"

Hajime nodded, vaguely trying to imagine Oikawa with glasses. It was a little too cute for him. He put a stop to that train of imagination and hurried into the locker rooms, greeting Hanamaki and Matsukawa, Oikawa right behind him. 

He tried to ignore his distracting hand on his shoulder.