The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Oikawa felt bad leaving Iwaizumi, but he wanted to be alone and the others in the flat had silently agreed to keep an eye on him.

Suga served well as a distraction for him, all but ripping his hair out over the inverse of matrices. Oikawa explained it to him again and Suga groaned, rolling over on Oikawa where they were laying on the floor. "I hate math."

"Math is easy. Add a bed, subtract some clothes, divide your legs, and multiply."

Suga gave him a playful shove and sat up. "That's math I can do, but this is ridiculous." He pushed the notebook away.

"I thought you had a test in two days and needed to learn that tonight."

He grunted, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes, mumbling about, "a break."

Oikawa poked the pale skin on his stomach where his shirt raised up and Suga squirmed away. "Are you ticklish?"

"No!"

Oikawa smirked and his fingers danced across Suga's middle. It couldn't be nearly as dangerous as the time he mad the mistake of tickling Iwaizumi and ended up with a concussion.

Amidst Suga's laughing, he earned and elbow to the stomach. Directly on his burn.

Groaning, he moved away, placing his hand over it.

"Sorry, sorry. I told you not to tickle me. Are you okay?"

"Fine." He pulled his hand away to prove it, but the blood was beginning to soak through his shirt.

"I'm so sorry! I'll help you clean it." Suga pulled him to the bathroom, forcing his shirt off. He was gentler than Iwaizumi while he cleaned, apologizing each time Oikawa winced.

He reached for the antiseptic spray and Oikawa grabbed his hand. "It's fine without that."

"Don't be such a baby." When Oikawa still resisted, Suga narrowed his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Oikawa's, nipping at his lip ring. Oikawa's grip relaxed and Suga pulled the spray free. He applied a couple sprays to the burn. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

The pout fell naturally on Oikawa's lips. "I said it was fine."

"So you were a setter."

"How'd you know?"

"I've never met a setter that didn't pout like that. Myself included."

"I wasn't just a setter. I was captain too. Iwa was my wing spiker. We were a pretty brutal duo. That's how I messed up my knee though."

"Daichi was captain at Karasuno." He paused. "I know how your knee got messed up, but are you going to tell me how this happened?"

"It was an accident."

"That's a pretty weird place to accidentally burn yourself. I don't believe you, but if that's the story you want to go with..."

Suga stood, taking Oikawa's shirt and washing the blood from it in the sink.

"What am I supposed to wear now?"

"You mean you don't want to stay shirtless? Damn." Suga laughed, hanging the shirt over the towel rack. "I'll grab you one of mine."

"As tempting as it is to stay shirtless, your house is freezing."

"You and Daichi both say that, but I say that it's perfect for cuddling."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, you wanna give it a try?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

Homework forgotten, they fell asleep like that; huddled together on the couch, Suga's head on Oikawa's chest and the T.V. playing quietly in the background.