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“IWA-CHAAAAAN!”
“Shut up, Trashy-kawa.”
“Wahh, no fair, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa pouts to express his hurting, “You didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself.”
“Your existence explains itself enough.”
“WOW. Iwa-chan is so mean…” Oikawa says in disbelief, moping even more than he already was, mumbling under his breath silently, “sometimes I wonder why I love you so much…”
The low mumbling did not go amiss to Iwaizumi, however, “Excuse me, what was that?”
Realising that he’d been caught, Oikawa quickly waved his hands dismissively, “nothing, nothing to hear, my dear friend who is so mean.”
“Hmm…” Iwaizumi hums in suspicion, still not convinced that it was ‘nothing’, but he decided to shrug it off for now.
“Anyways, check your phone!” Oikawa urges with much anticipation to which Iwaizumi raises a brow to but shoved his hand inside his trouser pocket to fish out his black Nokia phone.
Iwaizumi swipes his thumb to unlock the phone because he doesn’t like remembering passwords and he has nothing to hide since Oikawa managed to figure out his passwords every time.
Everything seems fine except for a newly added icon of a yellow square with the outline of what appeared to be a ghost within the square’s confinements.
“What the hell? What did you download this time!?”
Oikawa was practically squealing at this point, “Ohh, Iwa-chan, this is my most favourite app!”
“I thought Instagram was your favourite?”
“OH, of course, but this is way better, my friend.”
And in a flash, Oikawa pulls out his pink flip-phone, holds it up at an angle, and manages to capture a snap of Iwaizumi and himself.
“What…” Iwaizumi blinks, as it happened all too quickly.
“Check your notifications!”
Surely enough, there was a new alert with that same ghostly icon. Upon tapping the thing, and tapping it once again, Iwaizumi was presented with a picture of himself that Oikawa had just swiftly snapped just seconds ago.
Oikawa had a huge sparkling smile on his face while Iwaizumi just looked annoyed and as irritable as ever. After about three seconds, the picture disappears.
“Okay, cool.”
“What, what do you mean just “okay, cool”, do you realise what this means?”
“Let me guess, an opportunity to grace the world with your high-quality selfies?”
Oikawa gasps then proceeds to coo at his friend, “Aww, Iwa-chan, even though you are so rude and mean, no one in the world knows me ever so well as you.”
Oikawa then proceeds to hug his friend who makes no effort to resist as he had grown used to the latter’s unbounded expressions of affection.
Deep down on the inside, Iwaizumi likes all that attention, not that he would ever tell Oikawa that, oh no, his ego would go over his head and he’ll never let Iwaizumi live it down.
With a heavy heart, Iwaizumi slowly detaches himself from Oikawa’s warm embrace, which was met with pouting from the latter.
“Alright, well, good for you, I’m going to go to my classes now.”
“Of course,” Oikawa sighs, admitting defeat as he himself had classes of his own to attend. “I’ll send you more selfies later okay, so, I hope you enjoy seeing them as much as I do taking them! Bye~!!”
Oikawa winks, and blows a kiss in Iwaizumi’s direction, which caused a bit of a doki-doki in Iwa’s heart.
And with that, the happy as ever setter skips away to his classes, waving Iwaizumi goodbye for now.
Later that day…
Iwaizumi had his face planted on the top of his desk. He just can’t do it. To hell with this essay, he thinks miserably, groaning at his inability to express his thoughts into words, much like his long-harboured feelings for his best friend.
Finally accepting that his English essay could wait another day, he unplugs his Nokia from the charger.
Upon swiping his phone open, he is met with about twenty-one new Snap notifications from none other than… “The Prettiest Setter”?
‘Wow,’ Iwaizumi thinks, scoffing. Of course, he knew Oikawa was pretty, but not like he’d ever let him know.
So, with that, Iwaizumi fiddles around with Oikawa’s Snap contact name, which he changes to “Hanger”. Much more fitting, he chuckles to himself.
Completely ditching his unfinished essay, Iwaizumi proceeds to open all of Oikawa’s snaps.
One by one, he is met with very high-quality taken selfies of Oikawa, with alien stickers applied surrounding his ever-chipper smile.
The selfies were so high-quality and Oikawa looked so adorable and cute in them that Iwaizumi shamelessly screenshots all twenty-one of Oikawa’s selfies.
‘Damn, if he keeps this up, I’m gonna start running out of memory space,’ he grumbles.
But the thought of his decreasing storage space fades as Iwaizumi opens his gallery and looks at each of his screenshots of Oikawa’s snaps.
A fond smile makes its way to Iwaizumi’s face. Who needed the extra phone space anyway?
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Oikawa household…
Oikawa is beaming, he can’t seem to stop himself from smiling as his eyes are lit by the light of his phone screen under his alien duvet, as he is greeted with the Snapchat screenshot notifications from Iwaizumi.
Oikawa hums in satisfaction, happiness bubbling within. He makes a mental note to himself to send Iwa-chan some more HQ-selfies.