Oikawa handed in his english paper of which he'd successfully written four and a half pages. Iwaizumi had even said he was proud. It was a rare praise that made Oikawa's smile shine.
"Iwa, your bed is so soft," he exclaimed as he did everytime he stayed over, curling into a ball on the covers.
"Get your shoes off my bed, Trashykawa. What time do you get off work tonight?" Slipping his shirt over his head, he reached for his uniform.
Oikawa watched him, envying the definition of his muscles. "Eleven-thirty. Hey, Iwa, you're getting kind of pudgy." The balled up pair of pants hit him in the face. "That hurt!"
"That's almost an hour after I do. You can walk back. I'm not waiting to give you a ride."
"Got it," Oikawa agreed, sitting up to swap his shirt for a button up Iwaizumi had tossed him. He pulled the apron out of his bag and tied it around his waist, standing. "All ready."
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The Best Damn Thing
FanfictionOikawa Tooru is perfect. At least, that's what everyone thinks. His entire life has been spent hiding behind the show he puts on. Only Iwaizumi knows where he comes from. Until Sugawara Koushi came along. From the moment they met, Oikawa has been...
