The Weight of a Crown *ON HOLD*

The King of Pranks

Author Note: This is my first story so bear with me. Also, this chapter is the first and will probably be the shortest. I'll try to make the rest longer. And we're going to start at a training camp. Enjoy!

It was quite rare that Iwaizumi woke up and was automatically pissed off.

He was sleeping on a cheap bed that creaked at even the slightest movement. The sheets were old, ratty, showcased some suspicious stains, and were too thin to provide any warmth in the drafty room. The bed that was meant to be a luxury thanks to his position as Vice Captain was more of a nuisance than anything else. His muscles were screaming at him too, letting him know that he'd overdone his workout the day before. There was a window right next to his sorry excuse for a bed too, so the sunlight and annoying chirp of the cicadas seemed to pour through like a river. This made the room that was already filled with the sound of snoring exceptionally noisy. All of these factors contributed to Iwaizumi's horrid mood, but the thing that bothered him the more than anything else wasn't the weight on his chest that threatened to suffocate him, but the source of said weight. He peered up, eyes that were still half-shut swimming up a broad figure with muscles that were evident even under the alien-designed pajamas. The person sitting on top of him, knees on either side of his shoulders, had chocolate brown eyes with ruffled hair that bared the same rich color. Even straight out of bed, his hair looked perfect. That stupid smirk with the pink tongue slipping out, paired with a wink and a peace sign was what almost pushed Iwaizumi off the edge. Almost.

It was the sight of a permanent marker in the boy's other hand that brought a booming yell from the depths of Iwaizumi's guts, waking up the entire Aobajohsai Volleyball Club.

"OIKAWA."

Oikawa Tooru, Captain of the Volleyball Club, immediately jumped off of Iwaizumi, dropping the marker on his face. He tried to dash straight out of the room but his feet quickly got caught in a futon laid neatly on the floor and gracefully fell onto his face. Iwaizumi was delayed though as someone had masterfully swaddled him in the dirty sheets like an infant. In the time it took for the fuming teen to wrestle his way out of the sheets, Oikawa had already regained his footing and made a dead sprint towards the kitchen. Iwaizumi practically launched himself from his mattress and made his way through the room, avoiding his teammates who were all sitting up with their eyes glued to the Vice Captain. A few of them were whistling at him, some were silent and awe-struck, but they were all red-faced.

He kicked the door to the bathroom open with enough force to tear it from its hinges and completely ignored the roar of his teammate Kindaichi who was currently on the toilet. Iwaizumi watched his face turn red as he inspected himself in the mirror and saw "PROPERTY OF OIKAWA" scribbled across his forehead as well as a thick mustache drawn above his upper lip with a goatee on his chin to match.

Kindaichi, who had hurriedly stood up and pulled his underwear back up to his waist, let his painfully embarrassed expression turn into a wide grin. He raised one arm and pointed at Iwaizumi, "Dude, your face--"

Iwaizumi's head immediately snapped towards his underclassman. "Laugh and you're dead."

He then left the bathroom, stomped his way through the sleeping quarters where he once again avoided countless eyes on him, and went into the dining area where he found the cheeky little shit sitting at one of the long tables buttering a bagel and whistling.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled softly, "Good morning, Iwa-channn! You're looking handsome as always."

"I'll look even more handsome with my hands around your neck."

Oikawa feigned confusion. "What's got you so cranky this early?"

Iwaizumi huffed and grabbed his lifelong friend by the collar, bringing his face closer until their noses were almost touching. "I only have two things to say to you. One: you're going to call the marker company right now and ask them how to remove..." Iwaizumi gestured to his face as he spoke,"...this. Two: brace yourself." He brought one hand back and prepared to smack the annoyingly perfect face in front of him while Oikawa struggled to escape the grip on his collar. He then began to move as if he were spiking a volleyball down to the floor of a gymnasium when the loud clearing of someone's throat made him freeze mid-swing.

"I hope we're all getting along this morning." Coach Nobuteru stood across the room, having just emerged from the coaches' designated hallway of the training camp.

Iwaizumi loosened his grip on Oikawa's shirt, but not before giving him a look so intimidating that the Hulk would shy away from it. "Sorry Coach, just having some breakfast with the Captain."

"I see. Well don't eat too much; we're about to go for a run."

Iwaizumi was suddenly aware of the ache in his legs and regretted running around the building like an animal after a bad night of sleep. He trudged over to the almost comically large refrigerator and sifted through piles of frozen packaged meat for an ice pack. Meanwhile, both the heavyset Coach and Oikawa sat down at the dining table, Oikawa returning his attention to the buttering of his bagel. The rest of the team slowly filled the dining hall and piled breakfast foods onto their plates, then also took places at the long tables. Iwaizumi watched as the last two boys to wake up and enter the room were Issei Matsukawa and Takahiro Hanamaki. Matsukawa was a middle blocker, and rightfully so, as he towered over many people at his height of almost 188 cm (6'2"). His face was usually slack and void of emotion, which made it that much more surprising whenever he cracked a joke or two. Hanamaki was similar, being the quietest, most collected player on the team. It took time for most people to warm up to him, but it seemed he took an automatic liking to Iwaizumi. He constantly challenged the ace to arm wrestling competitions, but lost miserably every time. The two third years looked up from their plates when Iwaizumi took his seat across from them and simultaneously began to choke on the slices of pancake in their throats.

Hanamaki desperately reached for his glass of orange juice and chugged it in an effort to make the food pass through his esophagus before sputtering out: "Y-your face! What's on your face?!"

Iwaizumi felt his face scrunch into a scowl and gestured to the name written in chicken-scratch on his forehead as he spoke, "He did it."

Matsukawa, who had been coughing and pounding his chest, chimed in. "You must be really close if he's bold enough to call you his property."

Iwaizumi knew that it was true. They'd been practically born into the friendship, as their mother's had supposedly become close in a baby clothing store and decided that their sons, who were both due in 3 months, should meet each other. Ever since birth, they'd been by each other's side, and as a result Iwaizumi couldn't recall a time when the idiot wasn't next to him. When you're around someone almost every single day, of course you become comfortable. It was difficult and annoying to admit, but Oikawa was definitely nothing less than Iwaizumi's best friend.

"I can't believe you're letting him off the hook."

"Ohhh trust me, I'm going to get his ass back for this. Usually I just smack him and move on, so he won't even be suspecting me to get him back this time. I'll get him good."

Hanamaki raised an eyebrow. "You said 'usually' as if this is a regular occurrence."

Suddenly Iwaizumi was feeling fired up. "It is a regular occurrence! At least he didn't draw something lewd like he has in the past. You have no idea how many times I've woken up with a pair of nuts on my face!"

The last sentence flew from Iwaizumi's mouth a little bit louder than intended, attracting the attention of the entire dining hall. It took him a few seconds before he realized exactly what he had just exclaimed and how incredibly wrong it sounded, and he immediately felt his cheeks burning. There was complete silence, except for the hearty laugh that Iwaizumi, as he'd heard it countless times before, knew was that of the prankster himself from somewhere else in the room.

"SHUT UP, SHITTYKAWA."

Yay, first chapter done! Just a little introduction. I focused more on comedy here, but there will be plenty of seriousness later on. There will also be some smut later on so prepare for that good shit. Also this was short but later chapters will definitely be longer. I think I'm going to need about 10-15 days between updates. If it takes me any longer, I just want to apologize upfront. My school schedule is kicking my ass right now. Anyway, I hope you liked this and thanks for reading!

- Tyler