The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Iwaizumi dropped a book on Oikawa. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. The other man let out a long groan.

"I need to work out and study, and you're going to help me. Make yourself useful, Lazykawa."

He followed him out to the living room, grumbling. Iwaizumi laid on the floor and Oikawa sat on his back, crossing his legs and slipping on his glasses.

"Okay, go."

Iwaizumi powered out pushups and answered the questions Oikawa read. After about sixty, the latter closed the book. "This is boring."

Iwaizumi stopped at the top of a push up, then dropped to one elbow, throwing Oikawa off.

"So rude!"

The shorter man snatched the book away and stood. "That wasn't even half of the questions, Crappykawa."

"You asked me to help with English and you know I don't like it."

"I didn't think you'd give up so soon. I'll study on my own then, but you're still wokring out with me."

"Why me?"

"You're eating her tonight, aren't you?"

"You're going to make me work for food? That's cruel. I haven't ate properly in a week."

"Whinykawa." Iwaizumi laid on his back with his knees bent and Oikawa sat on his feet.

For the next hour, they worked out. Neither heard when Bokuto and his tutor emerged.

"Iwa, I can't hold this any longer," Oikawa cried. Two minutes he'd held a plank so Iwaizumi could bench press him. As he collapsed, Iwaizumi shoved him away to avoid being landed on.

Oikawa landed at their audience's feet and looked up into the face of the raven-haired boy above him. "Holy shit. Kenma wasn't lying. You might even be prettier than me."

"Everyone is prettier than you, Uglykawa," Iwaizumi interjected, stretching out his arms.

Oikawa didn't miss the interest the flicked in Akaashi's eyes when he turned his attention to Iwaizumi, mumbling under his breath. "Shit."

The brunette climbed to his feet and Bokuto grabbed him. "He threw you. Not just dropped, but threw you halfway across the room." Bokuto had figured out Oikawa's intentions and was playing along withough hesitation.

"I know! Isn't Iwa so strong? Look at his arms. They're so nice!"

A shirtless Kuroo joined them, not that they paid any mind to his lack of clothing, and Akaashi stepped away, rubbing his head at the forming headache.

"At least you don't have to live with them. Oikawa doesn't even live here."

"Bokuto has been a handful since we met in highschool and it's only worsened since he met Kuroo, but at least it's easy to calm him back down. I couldn't live with him though. How do you do it?"

"Kuroo isn't always like this. Only with Kuroo when he needs to relieve some of the stress from the advanced classes he's taking and, like you said, Bokuto is easy to calm down. Unless Terushima's over, then it's hell."

"What about Oikawa?"

"He's a pain in my ass, but he's my best friend. Most of what you see here is a front he has a habit of putting up. He has a troubled past, but things are starting to get better for him."

"I see."

They shared a smile, watching their three idiots.