Iwaoi - I'm the best choice for you

"I can't believe that Irahata-san decided to cancel our practices," Oikawa ranted to Iwaizumi
as he leaned back against the living room couch, "Iwa-chan, are you listening?"
Iwaizumi only hummed in reply, not showing much interest in what Oikawa was saying, but
immersed with something on his phone. Offended by lack of interactivity, Oikawa frowned
and looked over Iwaizumi's shoulder. He wanted to see what exactly is more interesting than
him, or rather who.
As soon as Oikawa's gaze came in contact with Iwaizumi's phone, he loudly gasped, "Iwa-
chan is on a dating app?!"
As if it wasn't enough ruckus already, Oikawa had to steal Iwaizumi's phone out of his hand,
continuing with his teasing, "And not just any dating app, but Grindr-"
Iwaizumi's face was already a deep shade of red as he tried to grab his phone back, but
Oikawa was successfully avoiding his attacks. After a few more tries, Iwaizumi was able to
pin Oikawa down to a couch, and that's when Oikawa could finally see his flushed face. That
didn't stop him, though. Instead, he mustered the most seductive smirk on his face, "You
know, you have a really bad taste in men, Iwa-chan."
With that said, Iwaizumi looked away, resulting in breaking the eye contact. He wanted to
beat the shit out of Oikawa so badly.
"I don't even know why you're even looking for other men when you have me."
So badly.
Iwaizumi glanced back to Oikawa as he replied, his grip on Oikawa tightening, "And what
makes you think that someone would be attracted to you, Trashkawa?"
Oikawa just looked at him as if he said the dumbest thing in the world (and) Iwaizumi
returning him the corresponding look back, upholding their gazes for a few more seconds
before Oikawa scoffed, "You can't be serious by that, Iwa-chan. It's common sense that I'm
obviously more attractive than those wannabe's."
Iwaizumi almost snorted as Oikawa was now deeply hurt, "I'm better than them," he retorted,
"if you give me a chance, you'll see."
Iwaizumi's eyebrows raised in amusement, "Is that Oikawa Tooru," Iwaizumi drew a bit
closer as he continued, "asking me on a date?"
Oikawa was a bit taken aback by Iwaizumi's teasing attitude as a surprised expression
flickered across his face but was masked away as soon as it appeared, "Yes," his voice was
filled with confidence, "in fact, I, Oikawa Tooru, am asking you on a date. And not just any
date," Oikawa smirked a little as the next lines left his mouth, "it will be the best date you'll
ever have."
With those words, Oikawa returned Iwaizumi's phone, a smug smile plastered on his face. As
Iwaizumi took the phone back, Oikawa could've sworn he'd seen the smirk on his face.
***
It was surprisingly chilly outside. Iwaizumi was waiting in front of Oikawa's house, his
clothes nothing out of the ordinary - a white T-shirt, brown khaki shorts, his favorite blue
hoodie, and a pair of flip-flops. As he was awkwardly standing by Oikawa's porch, his mind
went back to when Oikawa proudly announced that he is clearly the best choice for him. The
thought made him blush a little, especially since he has had feelings for Oikawa for a long
time now, but he just didn't know how to express those feelings to him.
The sound of the door opening brought him back to reality. It was Oikawa, his hair perfectly
styled - as usual, the smirk plastered on his face. The outfit was nothing out of the ordinary,
just a teal v-neck and some shorts, but it didn't matter since Oikawa rocked any outfit.
"Hi, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa exclaimed, hand in the air waving. Iwaizumi suppressed the smile
that was trying to creep onto his face and instead answered, "You're late, Shittykawa."
Oikawa grinned in return, completely ignoring the comment, "So, do you have anything in
plan, Iwa-chan?"
"You're the one who asked me on the date," Iwaizumi stated as they started walking down the
street, "shouldn't you be the one with a plan for a so-called best date ever?"
Oikawa's eyes lit up with excitement as if someone just told him his favorite show is getting a
second season, "Really? I can choose?"
Without letting Iwaizumi answer his question, Oikawa started skipping ahead as a child
would. Iwaizumi could only smile. Oh, how he loved this brat.
***
Oikawa decided that the best thing to do first is to get some ice cream. They found a little ice
cream stand by the sea, and Oikawa practically ran up to it. Sometimes, Iwaizumi really
thought that he was taking care of a big-sized child.
"One strawberry flavored and-" Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi over his shoulder, "What would
you like, Iwa-chan?"
"Stracciatella," Iwaizumi answered him, and Oikawa ordered for them. As Oikawa’s hand
was making its way to his pocket to pull out a wallet, Iwaizumi butted in and paid for them
instead.
As Oikawa handed Iwaizumi his ice cream, they made themselves comfortable on the bench
near the stand.
"Not fair, Iwa-chan," Oikawa whined as he licked his ice cream, "I'm the one who should be
paying," his tongue swirled in every direction as if the ice cream might disappear before his
eyes, "If you're paying, it won't be fun for you."
Iwaizumi tried to ignore the perverted thoughts as he watched Oikawa's tongue work around
the ice cream, "Why would that affect the fun?" His tongue was now replaced with Oikawa's
pink lips, and as he sloppily tried to eat the ice cream, a bit of the melted ice cream slid down
his chin.
Before Iwaizumi could stop himself, his hand reached for Oikawa's chin and gently wiped it
with his thumb, and licked the ice cream off his finger, "Jeez, you really are a child
sometimes."
Both of them froze in place, face flushed.
"I-" Iwaizumi stuttered as he tried to find the right words, "I didn't mean to do that, sorry..."
Why did he have to do that? Damn it.
"Mmh," Oikawa looked down in embarrassment, "It's fine."
They sat in awkward silence. Well, it was awkward for Iwaizumi. As he sat there, rethinking
his life choices, Oikawa visibly shivered next to him. It wasn't really that much of a shock.
Oikawa was barely wearing something on him. Even if it was in the middle of summer, it was
chilly at night, and a v-neck T-shirt wasn't helping.
"Here," Iwaizumi unzipped his hoodie, handing it to Oikawa. Oikawa eyed the said item,
shaking his head, "No, if I take it, you'll be the one who’s cold, Iwa-chan."
"Just take it," ushered Iwaizumi as he placed a piece of clothing around Oikawa's shoulder.
Oikawa took the hoodie with no further protests, a small smile visualizing on his face.
"It's getting dark," Iwaizumi remarked, staring at the already set sunset. Oikawa glanced at
him. Despite his usual confidence, he seemed quite nervous, "Do you, maybe," Oikawa
fiddled with his fingers as he tried to put together a sentence, "Do you want to come to my
house?"
Iwaizumi stumbled upon his words, "I, what?"
"I-I mean-" Oikawa was equally embarrassed, "Since it's cold, and as you said, it's getting
dark..."
Iwaizumi's heart skipped a beat.
"Uhh, I mean, if you don't want to-" Oikawa was now flashing him one of his fake smiles, and
that's when Iwaizumi realized he hasn't answered yet, "I do."
Oikawa relaxed a little, and his smile took on a more genuine form. He stood up and pulled
Iwaizumi by his hand, his hand staying there as they continued walking on their way home.
***
The door opened, and Oikawa peered inside as if checking for thieves. Concluding that the
environment is safe, Oikawa let Iwaizumi inside his house. Iwaizumi mumbled a quiet
"excuse me" as he followed Oikawa to his room.
"My parents aren't home, so you don't have to be that stiff," Oikawa chuckled as Iwaizumi's
shoulders relaxed a little bit. At least he didn't have to worry about impressions.
They entered Oikawa's bedroom. It was a comfy room, not too big, but not small either. The
various posters of volleyball players were splashed all across the walls as well as some printed
out selfies. Some were of Oikawa alone, some were of him and his friends. He took a close up
look at one of the photos. Wait, was that the picture of him-
Oikawa hastily snatched the photo out of Iwaizumi's way as he hurriedly pushed him away
from the wall, "There's nothing that interesting on that wall," Oikawa assured as he pointed on
the place of the bed for Iwaizumi to sit.
"Sit here and wait for me. I'm just going to change real quick," Oikawa took some more
comfortable clothes out of his closet, "And don't snoop around-" with that, the door closed.
It was now silent. Iwaizumi looked once more around the room. It had a really nice feel to it -
small house plants on the window, tiny lamps hanged all around the room, and let's not forget
the teal-themed colored bed and closet. It suited him, though.
As Iwaizumi sat on a not-so-neatly folded bedsheets, he felt something touch his thigh. It was
a small pastel pink notebook. He took it in his hands and opened a random page. It said: 'Dear
diary-'
Oh. Maybe Iwaizumi shouldn't really read it. It could contain something personal.
Iwaizumi sat on the bed with a little notebook in his hands, contemplating what to do. It was
like a tiny angel and devil versions of himself were whispering into his ears - the good, angel
side of him was against the idea of snooping through someone else's diary, but the other side
of him wanted to know a bit more about his crush.
Iwaizumi was visibly sweating at this point. In the end, he decided to ignore the voices and
only read one entry of a diary, the one he randomly opened.
The next lines of a diary were: 'I went to the practice today with my Iwa-chan!'
Iwaizumi tilted his head in confusion as he read that sentence one more time. My Iwa-chan.
'He was sooo hot today. And don't even make me start on his so perfectly rounded butt-'
Iwaizumi thought he had seen enough, no, too much. His face was scarlet red, and as if on
cue, Oikawa entered the room.
"Iwa-chan, I hope you didn't wait for too long-" they made eye contact. Both of them froze in
their tracks. Oikawa's eyes moved from Iwaizumi's face to his hands and the all-too-familiar
notebook.
Before Iwaizumi could comprehend what was happening, Oikawa snatched the notebook out
of his hands as he cried out, "What did you see?"
"I," Iwaizumi tried to come up with some sort of excuse but uttered the first thing that he
could come up with, "croissants."
Oikawa searched his face for any signs that he's lying, "What type of croissant?" Oikawa
crossed his arms.
"Chocolate ones," monotoned Iwaizumi, his eyes unwavering.
"Chocolate? Didn't I only write about vanilla ones-" Oikawa quickly scrolled through his
diary as Iwaizumi was once again in distress. Not even seconds passed as Oikawa loudly
gasped and made one of those near-crying voices, "You liar!" to top it off, he even threw the
notebook at Iwaizumi's face, Iwaizumi barely catching it in time before the notebook could've
made contact with his face, "L-Look, I only read first two sentences-"
Oikawa slapped Iwaizumi's arm, spluttering a series of "Mean, Iwa-chan! I said, no
snooping!"
Iwaizumi caught Oikawa's wrist before he could do any more damage to his biceps. Oikawa
pouted, tears slowly making their way, his voice not above a whisper, "It's not fair... For you
to find about my feelings for you in this way..." One tear slid down his face, but Oikawa
quickly wiped it off, "You probably hate now..."
Iwaizumi gently grabbed Oikawa's chin, making him look straight into Iwaizumi's eyes, "Did
I ever say anything about hating you?" Iwaizumi's voice was soft as if he was a parent
comforting his child. He wiped off the remaining tears that were gathering in Oikawa's eyes.
Both of their faces were slightly flushed, and Iwaizumi glimpsed down at Oikawa's perfect
pink lips. Iwaizumi inched a bit closer to Oikawa's face, eyes glancing back to Oikawa's as if
asking for permission.
As if on cue, their lips crashed together, moving against each other. Iwaizumi cupped
Oikawa's face, deepening the kiss but soon pulled away for them to catch some air.
Oikawa looked down at his lap, shyly uttering the words, "That means you don't hate me,
right?"
Iwaizumi snorted in return, and Oikawa slapped his arm, "Don't laugh!" but Iwaizumi couldn't
control his laughing fit. Oikawa pouted and muttered, "Mean, Iwa-chan."
After cooling down a bit, Iwaizumi turned back to Oikawa, cupping his cheeks in his hands,
"Yeah, that means I don't hate you, Shittykawa" he assured and pressed a gentle kiss against
his lips, "I couldn't possibly hate what's the best choice for me."
Remembering his own words, Oikawa blushed out of embarrassment but came back to his
senses when Iwaizumi continued, "You were right, though," Iwaizumi hugged Oikawa as he
whispered the next words, "Best date ever."