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❆ iwaoi - cuddles ❆

Hajime bent his fingers around the pencil in his hands, noting how cold they were. Tucking them under his armpits, he turned to Oikawa who was clearly trying not to laugh as he watched his boyfriend pout. "Whatcha doing there, Iwa-chan?"

Hajime huffed, moving his legs from their stretched out position into a criss-cross similar to Oikawa's. "Shut up, it's cold."

Oikawa laughed and threw a crumpled sticky note with a messed-up formula scribbled on it. Hajime untucked his fingers momentarily to throw the ball back towards Oikawa, quickling hiding his freezing fingers back under his armpits. "Do you even have a heater?"

Yawning, Oikawa pointed to the currently off panel. "Well yeah, but it's working."

Hajime frowned and stuck a leg out to lightly kick Oikawa, quickly returning it under the beige blanket he had stolen from Oikawa's bed.

"Hey! Geez Iwa-chan, you'll get used to it."

Rolling his eyes, Hajime blinked at the paper in front of him. He was far too cold to be able to concentrate on figuring out the coordinate rule for whatever it was asking. "'Kawa, I'm gonna take a break."

Oikawa ignored him, raising an eyebrow when Hajime not-so-subtly coughed, opening his arms from his spot tucked under several of his boyfriends blankets. "Cuddle me."

With a small giggle, Oikawa grabbed his phone and slid under the covers, huddling up to his boyfriend and enjoying the warmth. He switched on his phone, scrolling through Instagram and mindlessly tapping at whatever.

Ping

From the top of Oikawa's screen, a white bar fell implying he had received a message, the distorted reindeer with a Christmas hat profile picture proving it was Hanamaki.

makkitheman: yo

Oikawa clicked the notification, finding himself having a rather interesting yet short conversation with his friend concerning Matsukawa's favorite flavor of taco sauce. (in which Oikawa was sure it had to be the taco bell hot kind, even if Makki refused to agree.)

His conversation was interrupted by Oikawa's phone being taken from his hands and tossed half way across the room, landing on the beanbag he was previously studying at. He turned his head in annoyance only to find Hajime with a similar expression, and his face softened. "Iwa-chan.."

"Come on, Tooru. You can talk about John Cena's favorite color of curtain later, but it's my turn to get your attention."

Oikawa giggled, previous annoyance completely vanished and a pleasant smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, planting a kiss on his nose. "Okay, Iwa-chan. I guess that's fair enough."

Oikawa snuggled closer, pressing his forehead against Hajime's and giving him another kiss on the nose. "But for the record, I won the debate on John Cena's curtain preference. This time I was convincing Makki that-"

Hajime brought his arms from his chest, wrapping them around his boyfriend as he spoke, silencing him with a squeeze. "Hey, 'Kawa?"

Bringing his eyes back to his boyfriend, Oikawa smiled. "Yeah, Iwa-chan?"

"You know I love you, right?"

Oikawa giggled and he brought a hand away for a moment to boop his boyfriend's nose. "Yeah, and I know that you know that I love you."

Hajime smiled, snuggling further under the blankets, pulling Oikawa with him. "Good. For now, I want to talk about you, so you can tell me about Matsukawa's opinions on hot sauce later."

"Okay. If we're talking about me, I think I should start by mentioning that I have the best boyfriend in the whole world-" 

x finished 

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