Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 26

Iwaizumi rolled over and pushed his face into the back of Oikawa's neck.

"Oikawa," he mumbled, "Oikawa. It's..." he turned to glance at his clock, "late. Get up."

There was no movement.

Iwaizumi gripped Oikawa's one reachable hip, squeezing it as he buried his face deeper against his neck. "Oooikaaawaaa," he buzzed against his skin.

Oikawa grumbled something, shifting and pressing his butt back against Iwaizumi's hips.

"I can't tell if this taunting is conscious or not," Iwaizumi said, mostly to himself. He shook Oikawa's hip, forcing Oikawa's body to rock under the sheets, "Wake up Lazy King."

"Hmm?" Oikawa said, turning as he blinked sleep out of his eyes. Then he smiled, face suddenly bright and excited, "Ah! You're still in bed this time!"

Iwaizumi squinted against Oikawa's cheerful voice. Iwaizumi woke up early and easily, but he was still slow to wake up. He needed two cups of coffee and a nice bout of silence before it was safe to speak to him. He normally rolled out of bed before Oikawa and took his time moving into actual consciousness. Oikawa on the other hand was somehow a disturbingly deep sleeper, but once he opened his eyes he was bright and chipper and just so Oikawa without pause or hesitation.

"You're noisy," Iwaizumi commented.

"Iwa-chan's not a morning person," Oikawa said with a smile. "Or rather, Iwa-chan is just always grumpy."

"Shut up you--" Iwaizumi's eyes moved up Oikawa's face and stalled. "What's this," he asked, reaching out toward Oikawa, "Oikawa, what is this," he huffed a laugh and ruffled his hand through Oikawa's hair.

Oikawa's eyes went wide and his hands shot up toward his hair, "What, Iwa-chan don't--" he tried to turn around.

"What is this amazing bed head?" Iwaizumi asked, still scrunching at Oikawa's hair and laughing, "It's sticking out everywhere! How do you control this?"

"Iwa-chaaan!" Oikawa groaned, curling in on himself, "Stoooop!"

Iwaizumi chased him, rolling partially on top of him to stare in wonder at the mess of locks, "Seriously, how did this happen? Were you wrestling in your sleep?"

"Iwa-chan sleeps funny!" Oikawa said, slapping at him, "I probably had to fight you off of me, you're so clingy!"

"Shut up," Iwaizumi said through a chuckle, "We're both clingy. Your hair always looks perfect, how have you been hiding this from me?"

Oikawa curled into a tighter ball, ears and cheeks flushing red.

"Oikawa," Iwaizumi demanded, shaking him, "All your fans are dying to know. How do you do it?"

Oikawa mumbled something.

"What was that?" Iwaizumi asked, leaning closer and bringing his hand to his ear, "I couldn't quite hear you over your embarrassment."

"Product."

"What?"

Oikawa glanced to the side, glaring at Iwaizumi out the corner of his eyes, "I hide hair product and then put some in my hair first thing in the morning, okay!"

"You hide it?"

"Well not at my house, obviously. But I hid some here. In your room. I always have some in my coat."

Iwaizumi couldn't help but cackle, "The lengths you go to, I can't believe it."

"Shut up!" Oikawa cried, "The only reason you wake up beautiful is because you don't have any sense of style to uphold!" He crossed his arms over his chest.