LETTERS TO YOU • AN iWAOi FANFiC

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oikawa's pov

'OMG, I AM SO SOBER. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?'

i may have been slightly drunk at the beginning of that song, but what happened at the end was experienced by a very sober me. i hadn't expected iwa to go along with it, let alone guide me up and down his body.

and then, he pulls me around to face him and we almost-

what even was that?

an almost kiss? am i imagining what just happened? is this some sort of drunk fever dream?

i couldn't help but shiver. why, i'm not sure. we were so close! he called me by my name. my. name.

i couldn't push the thoughts out of my mind as he led me back to the bar. a few drinks later, and i still couldn't stop thinking of his lips hovering so close to mine. it was only when we were properly 'drunk' (annoyingly sober in my case) and in a taxi going home that i was able to distance myself from those thoughts.

we stepped out of the taxi when it pulled to the curb in front of my house and stumbled to the door. he was shuffling his feet and i was shushing him, probably a bit too loud, but whatever.

my hands couldn't stop shaking and the key just refused to fit in the fucking keyhole. iwa was staring at me as i did so, pouting as he attempted to glare at me.

"you're stupid, shittykawa."

"iwa-chan~ you're so mean to me all the time! come on, that's not how you really feel at all."

i was mostly joking, but he nodded, agreeing with my statement.

"yeah...you're pretty cute."

he seemed really serious, nodding along childishly as he stroked his chin in thought. i only laughed at his appearance, gesturing him inside as i finally got the door open.

he padded behind me like a puppy, following me as we got to my room.

"iwa-chan, what are you doing?"

"following you." i forgot how childish he can get when he gets drunk.

"well, the guest bedroom is over there, good sir." i motioned my hand in a shooing motion towards his old bedroom.

"yes, i know. i wanna sleep with youuuuuu."

"um no."

"come onnnn. we used to all the time." he used his arms to shove me into the room. i watched as he stumbled past me and into the closet, seemingly looking for pajamas.

"oh, my god. what are you doing now?" ever since that almost kiss-or-whatever-it-was, i hadn't been able to get drunk, making my sober self even more exasperated when iwa waltzed out of the closet with one of my hoodies, his old hoodie i stole in high school, and some pajama pants.

he had no reply, only responding by starting to strip me and him of our clothes.

"oh- wait- OH MY ASAHI IWA WHY?"

it was a struggle, but somehow his drunk ass managed to dress me in his hoodie and a pair of pants.

i chuckled as i saw him struggling to put his arms through my hoodie's sleeves.

"you put the wrong hoodie on me, iwa-chan. this is yours."

he glared at me. "no. i want you to wear mine."

shrugging because i was tired and didn't have the mental capacity needed to deal with some drunk six-year-old, i fell back onto the bed.

"alright whatever, come here handsome." holding the blanket up, i pat the empty space beside me.

with him beside me, i finally fell asleep, already beginning to mutter about how difficult he was in my sleep. unbeknownst to me, the man beside me was lying awake staring at the ceiling with red cheeks as he fully processed the day.

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