The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Six

Iwaizumi was waiting for him when he reached the entrance and he climbed into the single cab truck.

"Iwa, you waited!" He recieved a slap to the back of the head as an answer, but it was softer than usual.

"Knock it off, Crappykawa."

They were driving towards the school and Iwaizumi handed him a jar of hair gel. Oikawa flipped the sun visor down, styling his hair in the small mirror, adding his own cowlicks that he would play off as natural.

When he was content with his hair, he pulled the volleyball out of his bag. "Hey, Iwa, do you think you could fix it again?"

"How did you manage that?"

"I threw it at a rat this morning..."

"A rat?! Seri-." Iwaizumi bit his tongue, running a hand through his hair. He always did his best not to comment on Oikawa's living situation because he had seen how uncomfortable it made him. It was why the only quip he allowed himself to make was calling him Trashykawa. "That's it. You're staying over for a couple days. Especially with your dad home." He reached over and flipped Oikawa's palm up, exposing the little half moon from the cigarette the night before. "Did you think I didn't see it? You don't have to pretend around me. I knwo you're not some high and mighty, perfect person-."

"But I don't! If I'm not the perfect Oikawa Tooru that everyone else sees, then I'm nothing more than a screw up of a son. I can't tell myself apart from the trash I live in. I'm not pretending for you. I'm pretending for myself."