IWAOI One shots

Iwaizumi stared relentlessly at the tall man a few steps before him. His best friend was undeniably tipsy, almost hanging off another man's shoulders. Iwaizumi's nostrils flared in annoyance.

Of course, Oikawa was the one that dragged Iwaizumi to this dumb party, preaching about how Iwaizumi should go out and "get wrecked for once". After much bantering back and forth, Iwaizumi caved in. He also didn't want Oikawa to go out alone. After all, it was his job as Oikawa's best friend to take care of him. Yeah... 'best friend'.

"You weren't going to deny me anyway Iwa-chan, I've got you wrapped around my little finger," Oikawa had said with a wink. Iwaizumi's face had flushed, knowing every single word that came out of Oikawa's mouth right then was the absolute truth, Iwaizumi was whipped, and Iwaizumi wouldn't deny him. But he had put on a somewhat brave face and controlled his blush, rolling his eyes.

A façade; it was all just for show, concealing the fact that Iwaizumi was melting under Oikawa's flirtatious gaze.

His thoughts focused back on the scene in front of him. Whoever that man was, he was good looking. Him and Oikawa looked good together, would have looked better if both of them weren't drunk off of their asses. The stranger bent down next to Oikawa's ear. Too damn close.

Iwaizumi was all but fuming, if this were a cartoon there'd be actual smoke coming out of his nose and ears. Bellowing laughter followed after the stranger drew his head back, smirking at Oikawa who was all but clutching at his chest trying control his laughter.

Who was this prick?

Iwaizumi decided he was done entertaining them, deeming it was time to head back home with his best friend. He'd seen enough of this tomfoolery.

He held his head high before taking confident strides up to the pair. He made his presence known by placing his palm gently on the small of Oikawa's back, his hand somehow sliding past Oikawa's plaid shirt, finding its place on Oikawa's t-shirt that he was wearing underneath.

Iwaizumi's warmth travelled to the other's skin in an instant, Oikawa knew the touch before he saw who was holding him, recognizing it even through his drunken state.

His body was turning on its own accord, abandoning the man he was holding onto earlier. "Iwa-chan! Where were you?! I was looking for you!"

Oikawa's voice cut through to Iwaizumi's ears perfectly clearly despite all the white noise surrounding him.

"Were you though? You seemed to be having enough fun without me.", his voice cool and sharp as he raised his gaze from Oikawa to the stranger who was now watching the two of them with a curious gaze.

The man smirked, looking heavily entertained as he glanced between the two of them.

"The name's Kuroo", he said in a low sultry voice when he caught Iwa's eye. He gesturing at Oikawa who was quite limply hanging off Iwaizumi's sturdy body, "This your precious cargo or what?"

"You could say that yeah, I'm Iwaizumi Hajime, his best friend." Iwaizumi mumbled out, not wanting to be rude but still coming off a little hostile.

Kuroo huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Alright Iwaizumi, I think you should take this guy home. He's a goner."

"Yes Iwa-chan, take me hooome, 'cause like, I'm- 'm a goner... for youuu." Oikawa slurred out.

Iwaizumi's eyes rolled up involuntarily, smiling a little now. Dumbass, thought Iwaizumi. Drunk or not Oikawa was Oikawa, an absolute frivolous mess.