Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 56 (The Great King's End pt.4)

"Iwa-chan, are you almost ready?" Oikawa called over his shoulder.

"Yeah yeah."

Oikawa was checking his hair in the mirror, "And to think I got here early."

There were noises coming from the bedroom, "It doesn't matter; I made a reservation."

Oikawa paused, eyes shooting out the door. A reservation? What the hell? Oikawa rechecked himself in the mirror and then frowned. "Why?" he groaned to himself. There was cat hair all over his slacks. What, did he just think too hard about Kuroo and Kenma's cats and end up like this?

Oikawa stepped out of the bathroom to search for a lint roller. He hummed to himself as he thought. If he were Iwa-chan...

Oikawa opened the front closet and peered at the top shelf, but didn't see anything. He pouted before meandering out to the living room, then around into the kitchen. Perhaps in a drawer.

Oikawa started opening and closing drawers. Silverware. Spatulas. He got to one at the end and was midway through sliding it open, eyes landing on a stack of booklets before Iwaizumi was behind him, shoving the drawer closed. Oikawa was startled enough to jump, hands flying away from the drawer and eyes blinking too fast as he looked away. 

Iwaizumi stared at him, expression carved hard into his face.

Oikawa swallowed and tried to compose his features. There had been those apartment pamphlets again. But now the stack was... much taller.

"What were you looking for?" Iwaizumi asked, voice low.

Oikawa licked his lips and pointed at his pants, "A uhm, lint roller? For this cat hair." Scratching heat was climbing his throat. He felt like it might close.

Iwaizumi stared long and hard at him before walking away and over to the coat closet.

"I already looked--"

Iwaizumi pulled out a lint roller.

Oikawa's eyes dropped to the floor.

Iwaizumi walked over and handed it to him. "I'll be ready in a minute," he told him shortly.

Oikawa looked down at the lint roller in his hand. His fingers trembled around it.

He was pathetic.

He slowly moved to take the hair off his pants and ran it over his shirt for good measure.

He hadn't thrown them away, and...

Oikawa was swallowing the heartbeat in his throat and blinking away the burn in his eyes when he bent over to turn on the TV to check the weather.

Iwaizumi walked out again, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves like he always did right after he got dressed.

Oikawa flipped to the weather station.

Iwaizumi snatched the remote and turned it off.

Oikawa turned to shoot him a dirty look, "Hey--"

"Let's go," Iwaizumi said with a vague tilt of his head toward the door.

Oikawa was still glaring at him, "I wanted to check the weath--"

"It's going to drop a couple degrees while we eat, that's it. Bring the light jacket you wore here."

Oikawa frowned, "I don't want to bring it."

Iwaizumi sighed and moved to turn around, "I don't have time for your childish antics tonight Oikawa. Grab the jacket and get in the car."

"Since when are you a meteorologist?" Oikawa grumbled, walking toward the door to slip on his shoes.