Iwaoi One-Shots

Damn, he really missed him, didn't he?

Planes suck and jet lag is worse. Oikawa hated the long flights, especially when it took days to get home and multiple stops at multiple airports. However, as much as he hated it, he was ecstatic to be going home. Playing overseas in Argentina was really fun, but he found himself constantly getting homesick. He longed to eat his mom's cooking and sleep in his old bed. The plane ride was long and then there was the drive. His parents had come to pick him up, welcoming him home and showering him with hugs and kisses. After the long drive, when Oikawa was finally able to collapse on his bed, he immediately fell asleep, not noticing the notification that popped up on his phone.

He awoke to a few-hours-old message on his phone, his exhausted face lighting up at seeing the sender: Iwa-chan. It read, 'I heard you were back in town, wanna hang out?' Oikawa sleepily smiled at the message. His Iwa-chan, even after years of being together, always had the funniest ways of asking him on dates. He quickly typed out a message: 'Lunch, your place. Does that sound good?' He placed his phone down, searching through his closet to try and find something to wear. All of his old high school clothes were still hanging, exactly as he remembered them.

His phone buzzed from where he left it on the bed. Oikawa scrambled to read the message, having half a mind to be ashamed of how eager he was to talk to Iwaizumi, even if it was over text. 'Sounds great :)' Oikawa beamed at the little emoticon at the end; It was rare for Iwaizumi to ever show emotion like that, especially over text.

Oikawa got dressed rather quickly and started to walk over to Iwaizumi's house. They'd always lived pretty close, so it wasn't long before he was standing outside Iwaizumi's door. He knocked, barely getting any time to wait before the door opened and he was pulled into a rough hug. He smiled and walked into the house, never once breaking the embrace. They both pulled back reluctantly after some time and looked at each other. It had been so long since either of them had seen each other, not counting facetime, which they did almost every day.

"Hi," Iwaizumi said, laughing lightly as he did so. Oikawa responded by pulling him into another hug, unable to find the words to express how happy he was to finally be home and in Iwaizumi's arms again. Iwaizumi laughed and stumbled back towards the living room where they both plopped down on a couch, still connected.

"I take it you've missed me?" Iwaizumi asked, running his fingers through Oikawa's hair. He watched the mop of brown hair nod against his chest.

"How's Irvine been?" Oikawa mumbled. He'd gone to California for a while, making them seem even farther apart. It had been miserable for Oikawa to think about going back home and not getting to see Iwaizumi, but here he was.

"Oh, it's fine. But I miss home a lot," he looked down at Oikawa. "I miss you a lot..." he trailed off, staring at the ceiling. Oikawa felt blood rush to his face, dusting his cheeks in a light, rosy pink. Oikawa raised his head to look at Iwaizumi's face, also red. He must've really missed him if he was being this nice.

Iwaizumi had always shown tough love even when they'd started dating in their last year of high school. He'd literally knock some sense into Oikawa whenever he'd have bad days or rough games. Oikawa had always teased Iwaizumi about how he showed affection, but after playing in Argentina with a completely different team, he had to admit that he missed it. He missed the rough slaps paired with the gentle kisses and kind but firm words. He missed being able to study together and stay after practice to work on his sets. He smiled, fondly remembering how concerned Iwaizumi always was for his health, never forgetting to get him ice for his knee.

Iwaizumi was lost in thought, staring at the ceiling. He listened to Oikawa's breathing, taking comfort in how steady his breaths were. They hadn't been able to do anything like this in so long. Part of Iwaizumi felt bad like he'd failed the other in some way. But another part of him remembered the old saying that his mother used to tell him whenever he was feeling down. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder,' she would tell him. The phrase had become a mantra for him when he was away from Oikawa.