Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 37

Iwaizumi was counting out spoons of sugar when Oikawa finally emerged.

He stuck his head out from behind the doorway, glancing around suspiciously.

Iwaizumi didn't bother to force down his smirk, "What are you doing? Checking for invaders?"

Oikawa stepped forward after a moment, pajama pants and hair in place. "Yes, actually," he answered. He walked toward the couch as Iwaizumi picked up their coffee. "I thought I heard the door. Thought maybe Kuroo had made himself at home."

"Nope," Iwaizumi said, handing him his coffee. "Just me." Then Iwaizumi tilted his head to the side, examining Oikawa as he took his coffee with an excited smile and grateful hands. "You," Iwaizumi said, motioning to a tuft of Oikawa's hair, "missed a littl--"

"Sh!" Oikawa demanded, shielding the disrupted section with one hand, "don't make fun of it, don't make me regret my choice!"

Iwaizumi furrowed his brow.

Oikawa took a sip of coffee and then mumbled something about it being hot. "I'm going to slowly leave my hair in an increasing state of disarray around you until I'm okay with you seeing it all over the place," he explained, lightly patting the strands that were sticking out at the side.

Iwaizumi stared at him.

"So don't be mean, or you'll never get to see anything but my normal visage of perfection."

Iwaizumi leaned forward and kissed him quick on the mouth.

Oikawa blinked in surprise, then his face split into a wide flashing grin.

It was moments like these that Iwaizumi wanted to tackle Oikawa and smother him with whatever this warm feeling was, but he didn't, and instead he sat down on the couch with his coffee.

"You know, Kuroo just being able to walk in and out of your apartment..." Iwaizumi took a sip of his coffee as Oikawa sat down next to him. "If I hadn't seen how obsessed with his own boyfriend he is then I would be worried."

Oikawa's eyes were blinking wide through the steam of his cup as he stared down at the liquid, as if his eyes could somehow determine if it was safe to drink. "Kuroo's obsession with Kenma knows no bounds," Oikawa agreed, taking a sip. He perked up at the taste, smiling.

"Still enough to give a man a complex," Iwaizumi teased, free hand settling over the legs Oikawa had slung across his lap. "Your attractive ex-boyfriend has a key and can come and go as he pleases, and here I am. Reduced to knocking."

Iwaizumi was smirking when Oikawa turned to him with big eyes and an excited expression. Iwaizumi immediately frowned.

Oikawa set down his coffee and popped off the couch, bouncing into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Oikawa was opening drawers and digging through things, the rattle of what sounded like silverware or tools or something metal. He reemerged, lips curling into a tight and overexcited grin. He sat back down, scooting right next to Iwaizumi with his legs over his lap. He extended both hands, "For you," he said blithely.

Iwaizumi's gaze moved downward, and when his eyes caught on the object in Oikawa's hands his breathing stopped. Maybe his heart too. Maybe his everything. "Um--"

Oikawa urged it forward and Iwaizumi took it in his hands, a metal key with an alien head keycap on the top.

Iwaizumi opened his mouth again but nothing came out.

"If Kuroo can have one you can definitely have one," Oikawa said, practically bouncing on the couch. His eyes were flying back and forth between Iwaizumi's face and the key in his hands.