Love? | Iwaoi

Iwaizumi

Oikawa had been gone for about an hour now and to Iwaizumis delight, he had some peace and quiet!

He had spent it relaxing on the sofa while watching the other teams such as Karasuno, Nekoma and Fukorodani playing volleyball, keeping an eye out for their tactics. He loved volleyball with a burning passion and so did his closest friends. Even "pretty-boy Oikawa" loved it. They had been friends since they learnt to talk. Spending so many years with oikawa meant developing an attitude. Unfortunately for oikawa, the attitude iwaizumi received wasn't one where oikawa would be given attention at least not in a good way. Instead oikawa would be given names such as 'shittykawa', 'crappykawa' and 'assykawa'.  This meant fake tears and cries could be heard and iwaizumi never got a break. Oikawa stuck with him wherever he went.

But for once iwaizumi could relax. The silence was beautiful. All he could hear was his breathing. Perfect. He decided to get up of the sofa now though. He wanted to read his new volleyball magazine. He slowly walked upstairs to his bedroom, grabbed the magazine off of his dresser and more or less dived onto the bed. His blanket was so comfortable and relaxing. Now he could read his magazine and sleep.

Fifteen minutes later

He was already half way through the magazine. It was amazing. The new volleyball design, the nationals. Even Shiratorizawa was in there. That would've annoyed Oikawa, he thought. He lay there giggling to himself, snuggling into his pillow until he heard an door open and almost slam shut.