he is in a bad situation.
iwaizumi takes a peek at the volleyball tucked beneath the other's arm. his eyes seem to trail the other like a vice, chatoyant to the highest tier. an assemblage of beautiful features that turn into the canvas that is the other teenager. sweat clings to the volleyball arm, decorating the already intricate pale arm.
hajime coughs into his hand slowly. "my mom prepared cookies." he feels slightly demure. maybe its the fact that he has to force his eyes to leave the boy.
sounds of footsteps trail hajime as he takes steps and steps toward the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies.
"tooru, sit down." hajime's mother lets out a grin, placing two identical cookies in front of oikawa. hajime watches as tooru munch on them slowly, crumbs dusting the other's lips like a frame resting upon a picture. tooru licks the crumbs off his lips gracefully, causing hajime to blush three different shades of red. he straightens his back and outstretches his arms behind him. but that does not help the cramp tight-knitted in his stomach.
oh the things tooru does to him.
iwaizumi stares at his shoes.
hajime loves tooru
careless
