Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 21

The volleyball game was exciting. Oikawa couldn't help but shout and squee and commentate on the game, but the best part was that Iwa-chan was excited along with him, discussing the players and the choice of plays that each team was using. Oikawa always had a friend to watch volleyball with because of Kuroo and Kenma, but this was nice, different.

"Man, I haven't gone to see a game in a long time," Iwa-chan was saying as they walked out of the gymnasium. Oikawa's alma mater had won and would be advancing and playing again tomorrow.

"I actually haven't been too recently either," Oikawa said, "I keep track of their record, but I hadn't made the time to go see a game in person."

"That setter was pretty good," Iwa-chan added.

Oikawa pouted, "He was okay."

Iwa-chan chuckled, "How long has it been since you've played and you're acting all jealous now?"

Oikawa directed his gaze off to the side. After a moment of hearing nothing but their feet on pavement Oikawa spoke, "I'm surprised I never saw you in a tournament." He turned to look at Iwa-chan.

Iwa-chan blinked, "Ah, well my school wasn't especially good. I played regularly, but I chose that school for their degree program, not their volleyball prestige."

"Ah," Oikawa nodded as they approached his car, "I see." He moved to step around to the driver's side. He suddenly realized that this is usually where a date would part, when they would kiss or what have you and then go their separate ways. Iwa-chan blinked at the car.

Oikawa almost covered his face with his hands. This is why Iwa-chan had been acting strangely about Oikawa driving. Oikawa would... what, take him back to his place? Back to Oikawa's again? Tell him to get a cab here? No no no, that was certainly no good.

Iwa-chan shifted his weight onto the other leg, twisting his mouth.

"Um," Oikawa said. Oh great, he thought to himself, Um again. "Do you want..." his voice was starting to go thin and anxious.

Iwa-chan looked at him, face blank. Then he apparently saw something on Oikawa's face and he blinked, breath leaving his chest a little nervously, "Well it's up to you, as to how much you want to drive..."

Oikawa knew he shouldn't push his luck. He shouldn't overload Iwa-chan with his presence, "I'll drive you home," Oikawa said, "It would be silly to drive to my place and make you pay for a cab or something."

"Y-yeah," Iwa-chan said, eyes dropping away from him.

When they got in the car Iwa-chan was thumbing nervously at his pocket. Oikawa glanced over at him. "Do you want to smoke?" he asked.

Iwa-chan looked at him, surprised, "No. Well yes, but it's not a big deal, I don't need--"

Oikawa rolled down Iwa-chan's window a crack, "It's fine," Oikawa said, grinning probably a little too bright due to nervousness.

"You sure?" he asked, "Your car... smells nice."

Oikawa felt the surprise on his face, "Thank you? But it's fine, really."

"Okay... thank you," Iwa-chan said, pulling the cigarettes out of his pocket and tapping one out of the pack. He lit it, inhaling deeply before allowing it to flood out his nose.

Oikawa wished he wasn't so attracted to the way Iwa-chan looked when he smoked.

They drove in mostly silence, but it was neither comfortable or uncomfortable. Iwa-chan seemed perfectly happy to have his lips moving around his cigarette and nothing else, and Oikawa was contented to hear the now relaxed breathing of the man beside him.