Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 49

(𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦)

Oikawa was staring up at his ceiling again. That damned ceiling that he didn't want to know any more about.

It was late. It was the first night Iwa-chan had been gone, but the day had felt especially long. Perhaps it was because Iwa-chan hadn't been able to talk to him much. Or maybe it was because when he had called Oikawa on his lunch break he hadn't sounded... sad enough.

What an awful thing to think. What a horrible, detestable thing for Oikawa to think. But Oikawa couldn't help it. Oikawa didn't want Iwaizumi laughing and smiling with a new batch of coworkers up north. He didn't want him to feel like he was fitting in. He wanted Iwa-chan to miss him, and he wanted him to miss home, and he wanted him to be here.

Oikawa was blinking up at the ceiling. His mind kept wandering back to those tacky glow-in-the-dark stars he used to have stuck to his ceiling as a kid. He had been quite fond of those. They had helped him sleep when he was younger.

Oikawa's ceiling was white and boring now.

Oikawa bit at his lip. He could probably order some of those stars. Could probably buy some on Amazon for 1000 yen and tack them to his ceiling in vague resemblance to his favorite constellations. Iwa-chan would probably call him a child, or an idiot, or both. But he would also probably smile, tilting his head to the side so Oikawa wouldn't realize how wide it was, and ruffle Oikawa's hair because even though it's stupid, he would probably think it's cute, too.

Oikawa sighed.

Oh, but would they take the paint off when he had to move? The landlord would not be happy about that. His lease renewal was still a few months off-- no, surely there was double sided something that would peel off without damaging the paint, or maybe the putty stuff--

Oikawa buried his face in his pillow.

Things with Iwa-chan had felt strained lately, but he would still rather have him here, next to him.