Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

A Royal Pain In My Ass

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(No set plot, just Iwaizumi dealing with the stupidity of his friends once again, except this time in a royal setting!!)

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It was often joked about during Oikawa's younger years that the boy would grow up similarly to his father, tall, wise, and absolutely fearless.

Now, at the ripe age of eighteen, fresh out of his early teen years and taking his first steps into adulthood, Prince Oikawa Tooru was only two of those things.

"Goddamnit, Shittykawa!" Iwaizumi's voice carried up from where he stood on the floor of the grand hall, straining his head to look up at where Oikawa had made himself at home among the rafters. "Get the fuck down from there, you'll fall and break your goddamn head open!"

Oikawa looked down and grinned at his exasperated bodyguard, sticking his tongue out at him playfully for good measure. Beside Iwaizumi, Matsukawa looked like he was trying his damndest not to laugh, one hand covering his mouth in a weak attempt at suppressing his urge. Meanwhile, Hanamaki had already fallen to the floor, rolling about like a small child, laughing hysterically.

"Oh calm down, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa called over Hanamaki's cackles. "You'll get gray hair and wrinkles from all the worrying you do! It's not a good look for your gorgeous face!"

Hanamaki laughed harder and pounded his fist on the floor. Iwaizumi aimed a kick at his head and missed, although he did manage to clip the prophet's shoulder before he rolled towards Matsukawa, still laughing despite his obvious pain.

Iwaizumi bared his teeth at the other before looking back up at Oikawa, his face flushed from anger, although Oikawa guessed it was also from embarrassment. "Well, I wouldn't need to worry so much if your dumb ass wasn't so hell bent on making my life harder!" he shouted. "Now get the fuck down before I go up there myself and drag your scrawny ass down by your hair!"

Oikawa gasped in shock. "Iwa-chan, mean!" He reprimanded. "You're such a brute, always threatening to cause me bodily harm!"

Hanamaki snorted loudly at the absolutely done look on Iwaizumi's face before he buried his face in his robes, both feet kicking in desperation as his shoulders shook with silent laughter. Matsukawa chuckled once as he looked down at Hanamaki's display and then glanced back up at Iwaizumi with a sympathetic look.

Oikawa walked daintily along the beams with an eased practice, this wasn't the first time he had done so and it most certainly would not be the last.
He braced a hand against one of the vertical beams before he leaned over slightly, playfully blowing a raspberry at Iwaizumi and flashing a peace sign at Matsukawa.

"Mattsun!" He sing-songed. "Get ready, I'm coming down!"

Iwaizumi's blank look sharpened at those words and he glared up at his charge with all the force he could muster. "Shittykawa I swear to the gods! You better fucking not."
He then reached a hand out and smacked the back of Matsukawa's head, his dark eyes glaring at him for a split second in warning before returning to Oikawa. "Matsukawa..." he growled.

Matsukawa grinned at Iwaizumi. "You know he's probably gonna go whether I keep him from cracking his skull open or not, right?"

Iwaizumi growled again as Oikawa crouched carefully on the rafter, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration. He did know this, which was why he was seriously considering just letting his dumb ass charge jump off the rafters and get himself killed. Maybe then he would finally get some peace and quiet.

As if on cue, Oikawa let out a joyous cry as he flung himself from the high beam, spreading his arms and legs out as he plummeted closer and closer to the ground. Matsukawa swung out one arm in a wide arc, dark blue tendrils emitting from his fingers with a quiet hiss. The tendrils swiftly soared through the air, wrapping around Oikawa's arms and legs. Oikawa laughed happily as they swung him about in their descent to the ground. Iwaizumi tried to remember how to breathe.

Hanamaki was still losing his shit when both of Oikawa's feet were on solid ground, and Iwaizumi stalked over to his charge.
Oikawa let out a sharp cry of pain as Iwaizumi landed a heavy punch on his head, and he collapsed on the ground with a groan, a sizable lump pulsing on top of his forehead. "Iwa-chan, mean..." he whined, drawing his voice out like a small child throwing a tantrum.

Iwaizumi snarled once before he took a deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. "Serves you right, dumbass. Who do you think is the one who gets in trouble when you do stupid shit?"

Oikawa groaned again. "You're such a jerk, Iwa-chan!"

Iwaizumi glared down at him threateningly. "You want me to hit you again?"
Oikawa scrambled backwards at Iwaizumi's threat, shaking his head vigorously. "No, I'm good!" He squeaked.

"I'll take that as our cue to go on and drag his royal-pain-in-the-ass to sparring practice?" Hanamaki wheezed as he sat up, a giggle or two still slipping out from his previous laughing fit.

Iwaizumi sighed tiredly. Hanamaki took that as his cue to start laughing again.