𝔸𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕦~𝔸𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕦 ℂ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 ☕︎

• 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 •

A/N: Happy Iwaoi time! :D

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Oikawa slowly unlocked the door to their shared apartment, hoping the concealer and makeup did the trick to hide his exhausted face.

Before leaving Sugawara's house, Asahi had volenteered to help with his aperance, and Oikawa was stunned to see how good he was at makeup. They had even exchanged numbers.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the small camera in the corner blink red for a moment and sighed. He made his way to the small kitchen they had, and opened the fridge to be confronted with barely anything.

He stared at the small contents left, alittle shook that it hadn't been restocked.

"But Iwa-Chan always restocks the fridge..." He mumbled, and soon he realized just what shape the apartment was in.

Ramen cups and take-out littered the living room, while dirt covered the kitchen in a thin layer. Maybe Iwaizumi was effected more than he thought. Cringing, Oikawa took in a deep breathe and grabbed a broom.

About two hours later, and Iwaizumi is walking up the stared to there apartment, slowly opening the door.

It's hard to see from afar, but close up there are small purple circles under his eyes, showing just what little sleep he's been getting.

He took only a few steps into the apartment before freezing, seeing the place looking clean and tidy. He became even more stiff when he heard a familiar voice behind him, along with the russling of bags being placed on the ground.

"Iwa-Chan?"

He didn't turn around, he refused to. He should be mad, furious that Oikawa really broke up with him over such a silly, pointless fight, but at the same time he couldn't help but tear up at the sound of the soft nickname he hadn't heard in ages. He gritted his teeth, conflicted.

"Oikawa... why- OMF."

He wiped around, only to be tackled to the ground in a large hug.

"Oi-"

"Im sorry Iwa-Chan! I didn't mean all that stuff, I don't think your selfish, or dense, or stupid. I love you, I love you so much! And I never wanted to break up with you, I was being such a dick, really. Please forgive me Iwa-Chan, im sorry!"

Then they were both crying, Oikawa's eyeliner smearing across his face as he rubbed it into the crook of Iwaizumi's neck.

Iwaizumi couldn't even say anything about it, sniffling and hugging the brunette tighter and whispering sweet praises and apologies into his ear.

Soon there cries turned to laughter, which died out as their lips pressed softly against one another.

The kiss was soft, feverish and languide, Oikawa's chapstick making their lips stick together like puzzle pieces.

Oikawa deepened it by biting on Iwaizumi's bottom lip, licking over it, and Iwaizumi flipped them around, the latter now underneath him.

"You don't know how much i've missed you."

His voice was stern but calm. Hard but soft, and then he smiled.

Oikawa, slightly panting, looked up at him, staring at the focused and lust filled eyes. "I've missed you two."

He smiled happily at the other, before pulling him down into another chast kiss.

Three days later, the whole group sat down at a cafeteria table near the back by thr windows.