Haikyuu! Striking Thoughts

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Hajime knew all too well whether a random chestnut haired is Oikawa or not. It would only take just one look, and he didn't need to doubt it's him. That's why when he came to watch the finals match of Shiratorizawa against Karasuno, a day after theirs with which they lost, he wasn't surprised when he sees his familiar mop of hair among the growing crowd. He stood at a good meters away from him. "I thought you said you're not going to watch?," he crossed his arms, suddenly making Oikawa flinch in his seat as he hunched forward in shame. "S-shut up," he retorted. Iwaizumi chuckled. It was halfway the game, their scores not making much of a difference. He sat beside Tooru, getting comfortable in it and slowly, ever so slowly taking Oikawa's hand in his. Tooru turned to this, looking up at Iwaizumi and back to their linked hands. The black haired gave him a little squeeze before he tucked them inside the pocket of his hoodie. No one can see now. Tooru leaned back on his seat, smiling and blushing at the gesture. Hajime didn't miss the lightest shade of pink in his pale cheeks that lasted for a long time. "Do you want to come over at my place? After this?," Hajime whispers minutes later, eyes on the court but ready to listen to whatever the man beside him would say. Tooru only hummed. More than enough answer. It's a date then.