Just Like A Tattoo (UshiOi)

I'll always have you...

(Okay, so this doesn't really have a plot and is pretty self-indulgent, but if you've read my other fic (though it doesn't mention anything about soulmates and that really is my fault hahaha!), think of this as something like a flashback before Oikawa and Ushiwaka are married. Like high school days flashback type.

And yes, mostly in Iwaizumi's POV. I had a lot of fun writing this because really, in my head Iwaizumi's just trash talking Oikawa but he's really happy for his friend.)

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Oikawa adjusted his scarf for the sixth time in the span of 15 minutes and Iwaizumi visibly flinched beside him.

"I can't help it, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa pouted and Iwaizumi kicked him in the shin. Hard.

"I don't care about your shitty problems, shittykawa." Iwaizumi huffed. "This isn't even a problem in the first place. Remove the goddamn scarf or handkerchief or whatever that is if you don't need it or I will rip your head off. The sound is driving me nuts!" And another kick to the back of Oikawa's leg.

"Mean, Iwa-chan! I'm not ready yet!" Oikawa ran and shouted at Iwaizumi, totally forgetting that they were walking as a team straight up to the gates of Shiratorizawa for a practice match. Iwaizumi wanted to blame the nerves for Oikawa's behavior, but one: Oikawa had other things to think about than being nervous and two: it's Shiratorizawa, there's no time to be nervous.

"Give me a fucking break shittykawa! Is this because of the magazines? You're never reading my older sister's crap again, ya hear?" Iwaizumi made a mental note to hide all of his older sister's magazines when Oikawa visits. "One fucking article and you're driving everyone nuts, you trashykawa!"

The article in question was a lengthy one published in a trendy magazine every girl Iwaizumi knew reads, including Oikawa himself. 

It was about soulmates, the very thing that changed the fabric of society some 100 years ago.

Iwaizumi read it himself, and it was pretty convincing, if he may say so. His own parents were a product of this so called soulmate phenomenon, but the said phenomenon slowly fizzled out two decades ago. No more reports on TV, nothing on paper, no specials or documentaries, no useless products advertised relating to soulmates. Like when the first incident appeared, no one could explain why it was happening. It was a powerful frenzy that swept the nations of the world, and happened so often it was just accepted by everyone. It just happens, and if it did happen to you then consider yourself lucky. 

Now thanks to the stupid article in said magazine and a very recent healthy media coverage about a very popular male idol getting caught in a whirlwind fairy tale like romance with a top caliber athlete because of a sudden appearance of a tattoo on their necks containing each other's names on live TV, everyone was  following their story.

And now shittykawa is too.

Iwaizumi thinks this romanticized soulmate business thing is nuts. And no, he's not being bitter about it because it hasn't happened to him. He didn't want to make it a habit to take a peek on people's necks and check if his name will magically appear. He didn't want to be a creeper like Oikawa, who had been so self conscious for a week now. It has to stop.

Huffing out a huge sigh, Iwaizumi bowed when they stepped inside the volleyball gym, belting out a greeting together with his teammates. Shiratorizawa indeed is a huge school, and it took them a few minutes of walking to even reach the gym.

"Thank you for having us." was the standard response Iwaizumi was supposed to be saying, but Oikawa just had to stand there frozen like a rock, with Iwaizumi bumping to him quite strongly that he had to let out a few choice curse words instead. Still Oikawa didn't move.