one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

"Am I cute yet?"

(A/N) JFC IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS
ALSO WE'RE REALLY CLOSE TO A THOUSAND READS IM CRYING BLESS YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THIS LIKE I NEVER THOUGHT ID MAKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD GET A THOUSAND READS OKAY THANK YOU
SO THIS IS FOR THE IWAOI LOVERS AND AS APPRECIATION FOR THE 900+ READS
Iwaizumi POV

     Iwaizumi Hajime scribbled notes on his paper, illegible to most people. His eyes darted between his textbook and his composition book, lining up his notes as neatly as possible so his notebook couldn't be mistaken for a dyslexic first grader's. He clicked more led into place with his thumb, and flipped his pencil in his hand as he erased his misspelt word. After erasing and continuing on with his work, he decided to take a few seconds to regenerate his cramping hand.

     However, when he stopped, the incessant scratching of lead on paper still filled his ears. Ah, he had almost forgotten. His closest friend bent over his paper across from him, writing furiously with his thin brows pinched together. Every few sentences he would stop to adjust his glasses with his middle finger with his pencil still in hand. Iwaizumi's massages slowed, and his eyes focused on all things Oikawa. Iwaizumi enjoyed studying with his teammate, he didn't boast or yell or speak obnoxiously. He simply focused on his work and finished it, wordless and pleasantly silent.

     Recently in their study sessions, Iwaizumi's noticed that he couldn't focus, even when Oikawa didn't speak at all. He caught his eyes drifting up from his paper to watch Oikawa. He noticed different things about Oikawa he never noticed before. He witnessed Oikawa chewing at his lips for the first time /ever,/ catching a sight of adorable confusion over something. He thought it was an isolated event, but found little bites here and there daily, growing fond of the expression. He distinguished that Oikawa's eyes weren't just brown, as Iwa-chan had once perceived. His eyes, as if dug from mines of the dark to shine in the light, resembled smoked topaz, and glazed over when he smiled or laughed earning a beautiful metallic quality. Lighter mochas dappled his eyes and caramel circled around his pupil, emphasizing its shape. He enjoyed the way Oikawa's hair flounced lightly every time he moved his head, and how it stuck up in various places, like an angel's dark chocolate halo.

     His delicate, long fingers decreased the speed of his movements, before adding a period at the end and glancing up through his frames. Iwaizumi fumbled, searching for something to pretend to do for a few seconds, but failed miserable and made it even more obvious. Oikawa lifted his head, hair bouncing, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Iwa-chan..." He said, his signature whining tone laced his words. "Pictures last longer."

     Iwaizumi fumed, spluttering as he reached for his small book of poems, and threw it at Oikawa's head. "Like I'd be staring at you!" He hissed, as if convincing himself as well.

     Oikawa ducked, looked back to see where it landed, leaning around the edge of the chair. He turned his head back, smirking deviously. "Iwa-chan, I never even said you were." He said, his eyelids lowering.

     "You sure as hell implied it." Iwaizumi huffed, then crossed his arms as he looked away to disclose his heated cheeks. Oikawa stretched, making an aggravating groan, and then laughed. He pushed back his seat, and Iwa-chan watched him stand and walk off across the room. "Are you leaving?" Iwaizumi asked, a bit upset.

     "No, 'course not, Iwa-chan, I'm turning on music. I wanna dance." He mused, playing around with the buttons on Iwaizumi's stereo. He somehow managed to turn it on and plugged in a long black chord to the bottom of his phone.

     "You better not play that irritating music you always play." Iwaizumi warned, tilting his head as he watched Oikawa sway his body to silence. He scrolled through his music, a wild grin blessing his lips, and his screen reflected in his glasses. He pulled them off, placing them on the surface of the counter as he selected a song.

Now watch me whip, now watch me n-

     "Fuck no!" Iwaizumi shouted over the music, and Oikawa sulked before skipping the song. The next song began slowly, and then the beat hit. The song was Oui, by Jeremih. He ran around the room doing silly American dances, and giggling and stropping to catch his breath occasionally. He strutted across the room, and when the chorus began, he struck a pose, pointing out to Iwaizumi, who struggled to suppress his hysterical giggles. He serendaded him, and popped his butt, swaying his hips.

There's no oui without you and I. Oh yeah, oh yeah, aw aw yeah.

     Iwaizumi couldn't withhold his laughter anymore, and he laughed until he couldn't breathe, and tears ran down his cheeks. He even snorted a bit, and covered his mouth. Oikawa cackled, dropping to the ground because of Iwaizumi's snort. Iwaizumi shrugged it off.

     "C'mon!" He called over the music, as Wannabe by the Spice Girls came on. Oikawa grabbed his hands, dragging him out of his seat and up. He swung their arms around, Iwaizumi stood there almost unamused. Soon, Oikawa had poked and prodded at him enough until Iwaizumi finally laughed again, dancing along with the song. They sang back and forth, pointing at each other at their parts and signing into invisible microphones.

     "I'll tell you what I want what I really, really want!" Oikawa called.

     "So tell me what you want, what'cha really, really want!" Iwaizumi screamed, and Oikawa began to spin and dance towards Iwaizumi.

     "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig-... AH!" He tripped over his own feet, barreling into Iwaizumi and they crumbled to the floor in a heap. "Ahh, gomen, gomen, Iwa-chan! But..." He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight so he didn't crush Iwaizumi. "Do you wanna be my lover?"

     Iwaizumi frowned. "What? Those aren't even the lyrics..."

     "I know." Oikawa smiled sheepishly.

     Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, okay... You're not cute Shittykawa. Nice joke, now get up." He muttered, grabbing his shoulders to push him away. But Oikawa planted his palms next to Iwa's ears. Iwaizumi dropped down flat again, a look of confusion covering his face.

     Oikawa leaned down, his soft lips brushing against Iwa's. He lifted his head. "Am I cute yet?"