Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 7

Oikawa was bouncing in place on the sidewalk. He pulled his muffler up over his nose, hands shivering in his pockets as he waited for Iwa-chan. Oikawa had gotten there two minutes late and could almost hear Iwa-chan's gruff voice, "Force me to come get coffee with you and you can't even show up on time?" But he still wasn't here a few minutes later, so Oikawa was happily considering what insults he would shower over Iwa-chan upon his arrival.

But then there he was, face red with cold and walking briskly. Oikawa beamed at him, albeit most of that was covered by his scarf. Iwa-chan frowned back.

"Why didn't you wait inside, idiot?" Iwaizumi asked, shouldering Oikawa toward the door without removing his hands from his pockets.

Oikawa lurched forward, following Iwa-chan's lead easily. "I didn't want to stand in front of the counter and not order and not sit down. I would have looked stupid," he complained as the warm air from the shop slid across his face.

"You'd look stupid no matter what," Iwa-chan responded without pause, "and you could have just ordered and sat down in the first place."

Oikawa snapped his head off to the side, poked his lip out, "That would have been rude."

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, then scanned the menu above the counter. "That nasty personality of yours and you're worried about something like that?" Oikawa looked down at him, blinked at the steely color of his eyes and watched them consider for half a moment before stepping forward. "Medium Roast, large, black," and then without pause, "Oikawa what do you want?"

Oikawa bit his lip at the menu, hummed over it and smiled when the barista giggled at him. He spread his smile larger, hoping to land just past charming with a little dose of pompous, "White Chocolate latte with two shots of espresso."

He heard Iwaizumi click his tongue at the order, but then they were both slamming their debit cards on the counter at the same time.

The barista blinked, her eyes jumping back and forth between the two men.

"I'm getting this one Iwa-chan," Oikawa almost sang, sliding his card a little further as he elbowed at Iwaizumi's ribs.

"No," Iwa-chan responded gruffly, advancing his card as well. He turned to look directly at the barista, "I owe him," then he smiled, and Oikawa blinked at how nice that was, despite him almost never employing it. "Take my card."

She smiled back, semi-nervous, and took Iwaizumi's card.

"Aawww Iwa-chan no fair!" Oikawa whined, craning his head back, "You only win because of that scary face of yours. She's probably terrified."

"Shut up," Iwa-chan said, kicking him in the shin.

Pain bit into Oikawa's leg. He yelped, pouted again, "So abusive," he whimpered.

"Then stop asking me to do things with you," Iwa-chan answered tersely, not turning to face him.

Oikawa paused in his pouting to blink at Iwa-chan because did he sound a little less gruff and a little more serious  just then?

The woman behind the counter handed them their drinks. "Let's sit by a window Iwa-chan," Oikawa chirped, actively trying to contain his energy so he wouldn't bounce across the cafe.

When they sat down Oikawa smiled what he had hoped was a warm smile, but Iwa-chan looked away, not bothering to make eye contact. Oikawa cocked his head, took in the hard line of Iwaizumi's mouth and the way he kept blinking like he was uncomfortable.

"Do you wear contacts?" Oikawa was asking before the thought had even fully formed in his head.

Iwa-chan finally moved his gaze to meet Oikawa's, confusion sitting atop his brow. "What? No. Reading glasses, every now and then."