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Three years later…
“Kuroo,” Oikawa calls out as he opens the office door, “are you fucking kidding me?”
A sly grin appears on the CEO’s face as he innocently asks, “Darling Toto, whatever are you talking about?”
Giving him an unamused look, Oikawa holds up the memo and reads, “Attention Nekoma employees:
We will be coordinating with The Seijoh Group on several ventures over the next year. Assistant Director of Marketing, Oikawa Tooru, will be heading up the project. A small team of his choosing will accompany him in the transfer to The Seijoh Group where they will be partnering with Director of Marketing, Matsukawa Issei. May this merger bring great success to both companies.”
Kuroo throws a handful of confetti at Oikawa and yells, “CONGRATULATIONS!”
“Are you punishing me?” Oikawa questions, flicking confetti off his suit.
Kuroo’s grin grows, “Oh course not, that’d be unethical of me. But I get to screw Iwaizumi, metaphorically, by sending you as our envoy. My hope is that you’re a distraction to him.”
“That’s the very definition of unethical,” Oikawa snaps, throwing the memo at Kuroo.
With a shrug, Kuroo says, “Maybe but you’re also my best chance of securing financial success on this deal so don’t fuck it up, okay?”
Turning on his heel, Oikawa storms out of the office, “Have I told you that I hate you?”
“Not this week!”
“I hate you!”
Kenma makes his presence known by saying, “You’re such a dick, Kuro.”
Kuroo turns to look over at Kenma, who is decked out in his typical sweatpants, and smirks, “Kenma, please. I’m doing him a favor.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Kenma asks, “Is that what we’re calling it these days? A favor?”
Kuroo holds up the index finger on his right hand, “Here’s what I know. Iwaizumi Hajime never got over Oikawa Tooru. I know this because I got him incredibly drunk last year and made him confess all his secrets.”
He holds up the index finger on his left hand, “Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t be terrified of going to Seijoh if he were over his feelings for Iwaizumi. This is the perfect plan.”
Kenma looks dubious, his interest in the conversation fading, “Is this because you feel bad about asking him out three years ago when he was still so freshly heartbroken? Because, again, dick move.”
Hand over his heart, Kuroo dramatically collapses into his chair, “Kitten, you wound me. You know yours is the only dick I need.”
Sitting back down in his chair, he picks out the leftover confetti he’d hidden in his pocket that morning right before he’d sent the memo. He was gambling big here but he felt like he owed it to both Oikawa and Iwaizumi to help them figure things out. And it might mean losing a valuable asset to his company but Kuroo is a romantic at heart. Plus, Yaku was itching to take on more responsibility if Oikawa left. Sighing wistfully, he opens his phone to look at his email. Oh how he wished he could be a fly on the wall later today when Iwaizumi saw Oikawa again.
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Iwaizumi is having a shit day. He woke up too late to get in his morning workout, his dog chewed up his nicest loafer, and he was late for a meeting with Kuroo and Nekoma. Yes, he owned a dog now. A mutt named Aoba who he’d taken in after…well just after. And being late is a major pet peeve of his. A good leader is never late.
Rounding the corner, he hears a voice that haunts him only in his dreams.
“Makki, still as dickish as ever.”
In his haste to figure out what the hell is happening, he doesn’t realize that the glass door of the conference room is shut. Slamming into it, he falls to the ground.
Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and Oikawa all turn to look at him in stunned silence. Oikawa’s face goes blank but Matuskawa’s has a grin spreading by the second. He walks over to the door and pushes it open, “You okay, bossman? Did ya forget how doors work?”
Hanamaki snorts into his hand but wisely doesn’t say anything. Iwaizumi pushes himself to his feet, not taking his eyes off of Oikawa Tooru.
Oikawa Tooru who he hasn’t seen in three years ever since he walked out of the cafe. Walking away had been the hardest decision he’d ever made. He’d barely made it to the alleyway next to the cafe without turning around. He’d long to turn around. His heart had begged him to turn around, to promise Oikawa everything. But the feelings of a 34 year old man established in his career and the hopes and dreams of a 22 year old college student were so very different. Oikawa needed space to grow and find himself, to accomplish his dreams. Iwaizumi had done the near impossible and walked away, his heart shattering.
And so he’d moved on.
The Seijoh Group had blossomed, Iwaizumi had adopted a dog and moved into a house. He’d put the bachelor lifestyle behind him, deciding to invest his time into his business. Kuroo had kept him aware of Oikawa’s success with Nekoma, how he’d quickly risen through the ranks eventually earning the Assistant Director of Marketing job. Iwaizumi had been so fucking proud of Oikawa’s success.
But why was he here?
“Matsukawa, a word, please?” Iwaizumi snaps, pointing for Matsukawa to follow him to his office. Still grinning, Matsukawa follows him, sending a wink to Oikawa on his way out.
Iwaizumi briefly catches Hanamaki asking, “So kid, tell me how you’ve been? I’ve heard the rumors.”
Flinging his door shut as soon as they’ve entered the room, Iwaizumi rounds on Matsukawa.
“Tell me what the fuck is happening.”
Matsukawa makes himself comfortable on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. Iwaizumi glares. Matsukawa smirks back.
“Jesus, you’re such an ass, Issei,” Iwaizumi groans, flopping undignified onto the couch next to Matsukawa, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“You would have stopped the deal,” Matsukawa drawls, hands folding. Iwaizumi gives him an unimpressed look.
“No,” he sighs, “I wouldn’t have stopped the deal but I would have been more prepared.”
Chuckling, Matsukawa replies, “Well, you made an excellent 2nd impression by walking straight into the glass door when you saw him. Real suave, Hajime. It’s like just announcing he still makes your heart race.”
“Oh, shut up. It wasn’t that obvious.”
Standing, Matsukawa holds out a hand to Iwaizumi, “Keep telling yourself that, bossman. Are you ready to go back in there and act like the 37 year old CEO that you are?”
Iwaizumi grunts and rolls his shoulders. He can do this. He’s Iwaizumi Hajime, the youngest and most successful tech CEO in Tokyo. He can handle a single meeting with his ex-boyfriend.
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BANG!
Startled, Oikawa turns toward the glass door of the conference room. Did someone just run into it? Looking down, he sees Iwaizumi sitting on the floor, a slight red bump on his forehead. Fuck, he looks good. A little more gray in the temple, a thicker framed pair of glasses. These three years have treated him well.
His heart picks up but he steels his face into an emotionless mask. He can’t afford to make a fool of himself on the first day of his year-long contract with The Seijoh Group.
Iwaizumi motions for Mattsun to follow him leaving him and Makki together.
“So kid, tell me how you’ve been? I’ve heard the rumors,” Makki grins, throwing his arm around Oikawa’s shoulders.
“Oh, you know,” Oikawa grins, “made a name for myself during the internship, rose up the ranks, made some great deals that impressed Kuroo and Kenma. Got made the assistant director of marketing six months ago.”
Whistling softly, Hanamaki actually looks impressed, “Damn, kid. I feel the need to tell you I’m proud of you.”
“Please don’t ruin my perception of you now. How are you and Mattsun doing?” Oikawa asks, shrugging off Hanamaki’s arm.
Hanamaki sits down in one of the conference chairs, pushing another one out for Oikawa to sit in.
“We moved into Hajime’s place two years ago when he decided to get all domestic. Those floor to ceiling windows are quite fun.”
Domestic? Had Iwaizumi really completely moved on? Was he in a relationship?
“That’s nice,” he manages to say. Hanamaki gives him a knowing look.
“He’s not married. Hasn’t really dated since you. Poured himself into the company, got a dog, runs in the mornings. He got boring, Oikawa. You made him boring.”
A hand whacks Hanamaki in the back of the head.
“Shut the fuck up, Hiro. Oikawa, it’s good to see you,” Iwaizumi says, holding out his hand for Oikawa to shake. It’s weirdly professional.
“It’s an honor to be chosen for this project. I look forward to working with Matsukawa-san in this endeavor. Learning from the master will help me one day surpass him,” Oikawa smirks over at Mattsun as he shakes Iwaizumi’s hand.
“I look forward to seeing you try,” Mattsun grins.
The rest of the meeting goes according to plan with Oikawa working out negotiations with Matsukawa and Iwaizumi to set deadlines for the various projects. He’ll be officially moving to their office next week with his small team from Nekoma, Inc.
With a wave goodbye, he’s heading back to his own office.
They handled it. He can totally work with his ex. This isn’t going to be an issue at all.
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Turns out, working with your ex is much harder than either of them anticipated.
“This is a short-sighted vision, Iwaizumi.”
“Your naivety is showing, Oikawa.”
“You’re sitting on your heels when you should be on the attack!”
“Tooru, that’s not how we do business here at Seijoh.”
“Iwa-chan, this is why your quarterly earnings remain steady but don’t show exponential growth.”
They both freeze as they realize how easily they slipped into familiar names. Looking away, Iwaizumi quickly says, “Sorry, old habit.”
It’s a bittersweet moment. An ache of something lost.
“Let’s take a break, yeah?” Oikawa asks, standing up from the couch in Iwaizumi’s office where they’d been meeting, “are you still a coffee drinker?”
Iwaizumi nods, following Oikawa out of the office and into the elevator. There’s an awkward silence surrounding them. The kind where you aren’t quite sure what to say and so you choose to say nothing. But Oikawa can only take the quiet so long.
“I heard you got a dog.”
Quickly pulling out his phone, he shows Oikawa a picture of his pup.
“His name is Aoba and I found her half-starved outside my complex about six months after we…”
Oikawa smirks, “You can say ‘broke up’, Iwaizumi.”
Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi continues, “about six months after we broke up. Anyway, I nursed her back to health, earned her trust and now she’s what gets me home at a decent hour.”
“Well, Aoba looks adorable,” Oikawa coos at the mutt in the picture.
The elevator opens on the ground floor and the two make their way out onto the street to the nearest cafe. Placing their order, it’s Iwaizumi sliding cash over the counter first. Oikawa gives him a look and Iwaizumi shrugs.
“Proximity to my workplace means I get to pay.”
They grab the coffees but instead of heading back to the office, Oikawa leads them around the corner to a small park. Since it’s only 10 am, it’s relatively empty. Settling himself on a swing, Oikawa raises an eyebrow in challenge to Iwaizumi who sighs and sits on the swing next to him.
“Swinging is for children,” Iwaizumi grumbles.
Oikawa smirks, “I heard you’ve gotten boring. Now I see it.”
“Hanamaki has a big mouth.”
“And yet,” Oikawa pauses, “you keep him around.”
“He’s got a big mouth but he’s my friend.”
Pushing back, Oikawa lets himself sway with the motion of the swing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“Have you accomplished what you set out to do?”
The question comes from left field and has Oikawa fumbling for an answer. He buys some time by taking a sip of coffee, the hot liquid burning his tongue.
“You mean have I gotten where I wanted to go?” Oikawa clarifies. At Iwaizumi’s nod, he shrugs, “I’ve found success in the business world.”
Iwaizumi gives him an inquisitive look, replying dryly, “You’ve found success in the business world. I can literally hear those words in Kuroo’s tone.”
Oikawa hums thoughtfully, “He’s not that bad of a boss. He was a jackass during my internship but I had insulted him and that was to be expected.”
Iwaizumi swings back and forth, only moving about a foot each direction. He’s contemplating his next words carefully. It feels like they might have come to an understanding today and he’s hesitant to break the tenuous connection but he can’t help but ask, “Did you ever think about coming to Seijoh after your internship?”
Surprised eyes meet his. Apparently, Oikawa hasn’t learned to control all of his emotions.
“No,” he says, a bit of sadness leaking through, “there was no way I could have worked in the same building as you and not fallen back in love. I needed to climb the corporate ladder on my own, become my own person. And I was absolutely naive back then.”
Iwaizumi’s heart speeds up at the mention of falling back in love with him, but he only questions the last statement, “Naive?”
“I considered your offer a handout and I was too caught up in my own ambition to see that you weren’t rewarding me for sleeping with you and that you were genuinely, if a bit presumptuously, trying to help my career. I reacted poorly and hurt us both in the process.”
Iwaizumi frowns, “Would it have been better if you’d never gotten an offer from Seijoh?”
It was something he’d spent years thinking about. What if he’d never added Tooru’s name to the list of interns? Would they still be together today?
Oikawa pokes him in the forehead, “I can literally hear your brain overthinking, Iwa-chan. And honestly, I probably would have been just as upset if I hadn’t gotten an offer from you. It comes down to not feeling worthy enough to be with you. But at least it would have been a failing on my own terms, rather than feeling like an afterthought. I'm not ashamed of failing, but my pride couldn't handle being looked at as needing a handout. I loved you but it was a young love, a first love, and I wasn’t mature enough for the complexities of loving you. And for that, I am so sorry.”
Reaching out, Iwaizumi pulls the coffee cup from Oikawa’s hands and sets it on the ground before wrapping his hand over Oikawa’s, “Please don’t ever apologize, Tooru. We both made mistakes and rushed into something you weren’t ready for. What started as a paid date, ending up being so much more. And I don’t regret a moment of our time spent together. Please know that.”
Head leaning against the chain of the swings, Oikawa whispers, “What the hell are we doing?”
“Coming to an understanding and getting closure,” Iwaizumi whispers back.
“Can we move forward from here? Maybe become actual friends?” Oikawa asks, running his thumb along Iwaizumi’s palm.
“I’d like to try,” Iwaizumi says, a soft smile on his lips.
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And so they try. They get to know each other as colleagues and friends. It’s different this time around and when Oikawa finishes his contract with The Seijoh Group, Iwaizumi finds himself reaching out. Text messages fly back and forth.
One night in early June, Oikawa finds himself knocking on the front door of Iwaizumi’s house on a Sunday night. A dog barks, alerting the people already inside of the newcomer. Makki quickly opens the door and ushers Oikawa inside, holding Aoba’s collar to keep her from jumping all over him. Kneeling down, he rubs his hands along Aoba’s face, letting her get used to his smell, as he coos, “Well aren’t you just the most gorgeous girl. Yes, you are. The most prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“And if we weren’t sure that you’re gay, we are now,” Makki mocks from where he’s watching the spectacle in the entry way.
“Oh, don’t let Uncle Makki talk bad about you,” Oikawa continues to coo, standing up to remove his shoes. He’s ushered into Iwaizumi’s kitchen where Mattsun and Iwaizumi are waiting for him. It’s the first Sunday night dinner invitation he’s accepted, not for their lack of asking. But tonight is a special Sunday.
He passes Iwaizumi the bag he’d kept conspicuously behind his back and says, “Happy Birthday, Hajime.”
Fond eyes meet his as Iwaizumi accepts the present. Oikawa knows the ball is in his court. He’s known that for months. He knows that Iwaizumi still has feelings for him. But he’s made it pretty clear that Oikawa has to make the first move. And Oikawa has a plan. He just has to wait for Makki and Mattsun to leave for the evening.
But it’s like they know he has a plan and they are refusing to leave.
“Hajime, our great king of Seijoh, I can’t believe you are 38. What an old man,” Makki waxes poetically, throwing an arm around Iwaizumi’s shoulders.
Mattsun wraps an arm around Iwaizumi’s waist, “Our boy is 38. It’s time for you to retire and enjoy your golden years.”
Shaking them off, Iwaizumi points to the door, “Get the fuck out of my house, you menaces. And I’m going to remember this when you both turn 38 next year.”
They both lean in to give him a sandwich kiss on the cheeks before waving goodbye to Oikawa and drunkenly making their way to the station.. Oikawa just shakes his head because life is never dull with those two around.
Iwaizumi starts washing the dishes in the sink and Oikawa grabs a towel to dry. They work in perfect tandem until every dish is clean and put away.
“Want to take Aoba for a walk with me before you leave?” Iwaizumi asks, grabbing the leash from the hook by the door. Oikawa nods and an excited Aoba jumps up and down in excitement. Getting her leashed up ends up with more slobbery kisses for Oikawa as Iwaizumi chuckles and clicks his tongue. Aoba immediately sits so he can hook on the leash.
They wander down the street, Aoba doing her business on three different trees. There’s a silence between them but it’s comfortable. And Oikawa decides it’s time to enact his plan.
“Iwa-chan, I have a dilemma,” he says, looping his arm through Iwaizumi’s. Amusement radiates from Iwaizumi as he tucks Oikawa’s arm closer to his body.
He just raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”
Oikawa continues, “There’s this awards banquet next week and my date suddenly canceled on me. There’s this pretentious asshole that I’m up against and I’d like to have the most handsome CEO in all of Japan on my arm. What do ya say, Iwa-chan, want to be my date?”
Iwaizumi quirks his lips, “I don’t know. I’m a little strapped for cash at the moment. How much would you be willing to pay for me?”
“Well,” Oikawa drawls, “how does 110,000 yen sound?”
Iwaizumi pulls him close, Aoba sitting patiently by his side looking up at both of them.
“Sounds like a lot. You a rich weirdo or something?”
Oikawa laughs loudly, bringing his lips to Iwaizumi’s ear, “Incredibly rich. But I have to tell you, I don’t ever pay for sex. That being said, I won’t take it off the table if the date goes well.”
“Well, I will just have to try to seduce you by calling out the pretentious asshole and cheering loudly when you win. And dancing. Maybe they’ll play an Argentine Tango.”
They make their way back to the house hand in hand, Aoba trotting along happily beside them. Iwaizumi kisses Oikawa’s cheek and opens his car door for him.
“See you on Friday,” he says, watching as Oikawa buckles his seat belt.
Oikawa smirks up at him, “I’ll be sending Kindaichi your custom suit this week. I’m thinking you’ll look fabulous in a fluorescent pink. Really make you look like expensive arm candy.”
With one last blown kiss, Oikawa is reversing out of his driveway and laughing maniacally at the stupefied expression of horror on Iwaizumi’s face at the thought of anything other than a black suit.
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Iwaizumi breathes a sigh of relief when Oikawa sends over a black tux on Friday afternoon. As he gets ready, he appreciates the slide and fit of the fabric. Oikawa Tooru has learned well. At approximately 8pm, Oikawa pulls up.
As he steps out of the car, Iwaizumi can see that he’s holding a bouquet of flowers.
Iwaizumi opens the door to greet him and raises an eyebrow at the flowers. Oikawa just shrugs and says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful date.”
“Charming,” Iwaizumi mutters, taking the flowers inside. He doesn’t have a vase so he just fills the sink with water and plops the flowers in. Wallet tucked into his inside pocket, he’s ready for the evening.
The awards banquet happens to be held at the exact same place as their first date almost 5 years ago and the irony is not lost on Oikawa, judging by the smirk on his lips as he tosses his keys to the valet.
“Just remember,” Oikawa says charmingly, “smile pretty and don’t worry about what they’re shouting at you.”
Iwaizumi resists the urge to punch him.
They make quite the buzz as they stroll up the red carpet hand in hand. And soon they’re inside, temporarily blinded from the flashing lights of the cameras. A familiar voice greets them, “Well, well, if it isn’t Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Are you trying to steal my Assistant Director of Marketing?”
Kuroo strides over to them, a champagne glass in hand and an evil smile on his face.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Oikawa snaps at his boss who had made a big deal about not being able to make it earlier in the afternoon.
Kuroo laughs and passes the glass of champagne to Oikawa, “Like I would miss the opportunity to rub everyone’s noses in our win. You better fucking win, Toto, because I’m already shit-talking Ushijima.”
“Does he even recognize it as shit-talking?” Iwaizumi pipes up, sliding his hand around Oikawa’s waist.
Kuroo doesn’t miss the motion but before he can say anything, someone calls his name and Oikawa takes the opportunity to escape.
After they find their seats, they drink, and chat with various members of the Tokyo business community, Iwaizumi’s arm never leaving Oikawa’s waist.
And when Oikawa’s name is called as the recipient of the award, no one cheers louder than Iwaizumi as the room rises to their feet in celebration of Oikawa’s accomplishments.
Punch drunk on champagne and winning, Oikawa eagerly accepts Iwaizumi’s invitation to dance. Iwaizumi easily pulls Oikawa into his arms to guide him across the dance floor. It’s not an Argentine Tango but the slow, romantic pull of the music encompasses them in a cocoon where they are Hajime and Tooru once again.
“Tooru,” he whispers, “I am so fucking proud of you.”
“Thank you, Hajime. But there’s one thing that would make this the best night ever,” Oikawa whispers back, eyes staring straight into Iwaizumi’s.
“Anything,” Iwaizumi replies.
“Kiss me.”
He knows Oikawa’s expecting a passionate kiss so he improvises. His lips touch the end of Tooru’s nose, followed by his cheek, his forehead, his neck, that spot right behind his ear that used to make him groan. And when he feels Tooru tense in anticipation, he brushes his lips across Tooru’s. It’s a soft kiss. A gentle kiss. A promise.
“Hajime?”
“Tooru?”
Oikawa rests his head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder as he whispers, “What are we doing?”
“Well, Tooru, as I told you on Sunday, I am seducing you. Is it working?”
Oikawa pinches his buttcheek in retaliation.
Iwaizumi tries again, “I see this as our second chance. Are you willing to give us another shot?
Oikawa swallows heavily, breath catching in his throat, as he replies, “Yeah, Hajime, I want to give it another shot. A real shot this time. What do you say? Will you date me?”
Iwaizumi’s finger tilts Oikawa’s chin up to meet his eyes, “I’m not gonna let you go so easily this time, Tooru. I’m in this. And I intend to earn your love again.”
Oikawa cuts him off by pressing his lips against Iwaizumi’s smiling ones, “Iwaizumi Hajime, I look forward to falling for you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Wanna get out of here?” Iwaizumi asks, eyes blazing.
Oikawa just grabs his hand and hauls him back to the table to grab his award. Within 30 minutes, they are parked outside of Iwaizumi’s house. A nervous anticipation fills the car and Oikawa looks straight at Iwaizumi and says, “Here’s your 110,000 yen.”
He pushes an envelope of cash into Iwaizumi’s lap. Staring at the envelope, Iwaizumi bursts out laughing.
“Holy shit, I didn’t think you’d actually pay me,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye. Oikawa just grins and winks.
“I want you to have the money now so when I say that you have exactly 3 minutes to get me inside and strip me naked, you know that I’m not paying you for sex.”
“Three minutes, well I better hurry.”
Iwaizumi opens his door and comes around to open Oikawa’s door. As soon as Oikawa is standing, Iwaizumi picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, hand resting on his ass.
“Iwa-chan, put me down!” Oikawa screeches, but Iwaizumi ignores it.
“You said three minutes,” Iwaizumi replies, opening his door. Kicking off his shoes, he continues to hold Oikawa as he makes his way into the bedroom where he unceremoniously tosses Oikawa onto the bed.
Looking at his watch, he grins, “Two minutes and 54 seconds.”
Oikawa, leaning up on his elbows, replies, “There was a second part of my request.”
“Oh right.”
Iwaizumi rips open the front of Oikawa’s tux shirt, buttons flying in every direction. He quickly opens Oikawa’s belt and has the pants pulling down his hips within another 30 seconds.
He swallows hard.
There might even be a bit of a drool sliding down the corner of his mouth. Fuck. Oikawa’s body is so similar and yet there is a strength there that wasn’t there before. Sinewy muscles have filled out.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers reverently.
Oikawa gives him a teasing smile, “Does Iwa-chan see something he likes?”
That’s the last time Oikawa talks for a while, Iwaizumi keeps his mouth too busy for more than a groan as he worships the body in front of him, relearning every crevice, every crease. He doesn’t want to make it a quick study.
They’ve got years to learn everything about each other but tonight, Iwaizumi just wants to make Oikawa feel cherished, appreciated, and celebrated. As he opens Oikawa up, he kisses every inch of his chest, his hips, his legs.
He’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore but it’s all praise for Oikawa.
Right before he pushes in, he pauses.
“Um, Tooru?” he asks.
Oikawa gives him a huffy look, “Yes, Hajime?”
“I just want you to know that it’s been awhile for me so I might not last very long.”
“Aw,” Oikawa coos, pressing his palm to Iwaizumi’s cheek, “it’s okay, A man of your age isn’t expected to last that long. And if it persists, there’s a pill that can help.”
Iwaizumi pushes in, completely sheathing himself in Tooru. Twin groans of pleasure echo in the bedroom. Hands link together as they move as one. Becoming one with Tooru is something Iwaizumi never dreamed of happening again but he’d trade everything for a life with the man underneath him.
He really doesn’t last very long which is highly amusing to Oikawa who teases him mercilessly as they bathe together in Iwaizumi’s giant tub. Iwaizumi will let him have his fun if it means that they fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Iwaizumi wakes up first the next morning, letting Aoba out back to do her business and makes coffee for both of them. The envelope of cash Oikawa gave him last night is sitting on the counter next to the coffee pot. Curious, he opens the envelope and snorts loudly. Dumping out the contents of the envelope, he realizes that he’s been scammed as an entire board-game’s worth of Monopoly money falls onto the counter.
He’s still chuckling when his phone pings with an incoming text from Kuroo.
Kuroo: You and Toto looked homey last night.
Iwaizumi quickly texts back: Thank you for being a flake all those years ago and pushing me into Tooru’s path. I owe you.
Kuroo replies: Enough for me to be the best man at your wedding?
Iwaizumi: Not a chance in hell.
Once the coffee’s ready, he carries the mugs to the bedroom. Setting them onto the bedside table, he kisses Oikawa’s shoulder.
“Good morning, Tooru.”
Oikawa gives him a sleepy smiley and whispers, “Good morning, Hajime.”
And just like that, the two of them spend the rest of their lives falling for each other every moment of every day.
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Bonus convo with Suga:
Suga: I’m so glad you two worked things out!
Oikawa: Thanks, Kou-chan!
Suga: But I’m here to warn you about hurting him.
Iwaizumi: I’ve been through this before.
Suga: I’m not talking to you. Tooru, if you hurt Hajime again, I will END you!
Iwaizumi: Aw, Suga, I’m touched.
Oikawa: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND!