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“Are you coming to bed?”
Oikawa doesn’t bother to look at Iwaizumi from where he’s perched on his desk chair, hands stilling over the keyboard of his laptop for a moment. He goes back to typing after a brief pause. “No.”
Iwaizumi lets out a deep sigh and Oikawa knows that a frown is settling on his face. “You know this isn’t healthy.”
“I don’t care,” Oikawa says, too harshly, and he means it.
Iwaizumi disappears into their bedroom without another word. He rubs his eyes to clear the burning there, half from the brightness of the screen and half from the tension in the room.
It’s been two months since Oikawa and Iwaizumi started dating. Two months since they moved into their shared apartment for college together. Yet despite their close living quarters, Oikawa has never felt so alone.
He’d expected dating Iwaizumi was going to be easy - the team had teased them enough about being a married couple. He’d thought all that would really change would be that he could finally kiss Iwaizumi instead of fantasizing about it incessantly. The natural next step, he found himself describing it. Something that was supposed to happen.
The result was ending in fights, incessant avoidance of each other, and ruined chemistry. Oikawa doesn’t know how far he can tease Iwaizumi before he gets really angry, doesn’t know when he can be sappy or when he can demand his time alone - they’re standing on uneven ground and it terrifies him.
Oikawa rests his head on the desk and takes a few deep breaths. For now, he doesn’t want to think about Iwaizumi, or their crumbling relationship. He starts on his paper again, the best avoidance tactic he has at his disposal, even if it isn’t due for another two weeks. He focuses hard until it’s three am and he starts nodding, goes on for another half hour, then decides to call it quits.
He’s careful not to wake Iwaizumi when he climbs into bed - he doesn’t want a lecture or a disapproving look or anything from him. He sleeps with his back turned to his boyfriend, curled in a ball of stress.
He wakes up late for class - not entirely new, but it irritates him that Iwaizumi didn’t think the wake him up and let him know, however grouchily. He rolls out of bed, the other half long empty, and stalks into the main room.
Iwaizumi is already getting ready to leave; Oikawa glares him down, despite his bedhead and groggy appearance.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
Iwaizumi half-sighs half-huffs, looking exasperated. “It’s not my job to mother you. You can get up on your own.”
Oikawa’s eyes narrow. “It would have been the decent thing to do.”
“You never listen to anything I say anyway,” Iwaizumi retorts, pulling on his jacket, “why would this be any different? If you’d actually gone to bed-”
“I was working on a paper,” Oikawa growls, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You have plenty of time before it’s due.”
Oikawa isn’t quite sure whether he wants to fight this out and make them both late or shove it in a box in his mind and stop dealing with it. He opens his mouth, not sure what he’s going to say, but Iwaizumi beats him to it.
“I need to leave,” he says, checking his watch. “We can talk later.”
Oikawa knows there is no later when he slams the door behind him.