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1. "Making out makes me hungry, okay?"
Oikawa's stomach growls loud and clear once they step out into the living room.
"Food first, piano later," Iwaizumi says firmly. He heads for the kitchen.
"'kay."
Iwaizumi turns right back around and checks Oikawa for a fever. "That's the first time you ever said yes to that sentence. I definitely should've made out with you earlier."
"Shut up!"
2. A new superpower
Oikawa finds a comfortable spot on the sofa while Iwaizumi deals with snacks in the kitchen. "Iwa-chan," he calls, "get me a glass of water while you're at it."
"Get it yourself, lazy," Iwaizumi replies. He finishes making the last sandwich and looks around for a plate.
"Come onnn," Oikawa urges. "You're right there. It's not like I'm telling you 'go fetch' or anything."
Iwaizumi pauses and thinks hard. "Oh," he says. "Yeah, my bad, I kinda said that without thinking. It's like a reflex or something."
He comes into the living room, and when he's within range Oikawa throws an empty juice box at him. "Why is that your default answer?" he squawks. "That's really quite rude, if we're gonna do this you really need to find some mannermmmgggffff—"
Iwaizumi swoops down and kisses Oikawa mid-rant. As soon as the kiss deepens, he pulls back and sets the plate of food down on the coffee table. "Sorry 'bout that. Want a sandwich?" he asks.
Oikawa covers his face with his hands. "... apology accepted... ham, please. And you can have the beer in the fridge, if you want it."
"Wow. This is awesome," Iwaizumi says, almost reverently.
Though Oikawa's face is still very, very red, he moves one hand away just to scoff properly. "It's just a sandwich. And a little modesty goes a long way."
Iwaizumi laughs. "Yeah, I'm not talkin' about the food."
3. Takeda-sensei's hangover cure
Iwaizumi watches Oikawa plop a twisty straw into the glass full of dark liquid. It sinks veeeery slowly to the bottom.
"Iwa-chan. This isn't black sugar syrup or something that sweet, right? Ugh. That would be so gross." Oikawa shudders for effect.
Iwaizumi shakes his head. "Nope, it's definitely not that." He tries to sound like he's not about to implode from holding his laughter in. But the sight of the "hangover cure" filling the straw and the way Oikawa's cheeks start to puff out as he drinks makes him double over—
Oikawa is still drinking.
Iwaizumi goes from amused to confused to five-seconds-away-from-freaking-out. "Oi, don't drink that much, stupid! Seriously, you're gonna get food poisoning or something. Here, spit it out—"
(But when has Oikawa ever listened to him?)
Oikawa swallows with a huge gulp.
"Oikawa," Iwaizumi says slowly, carefully, "You. Drank it."
Oikawa sticks his tongue out. It's stained black. "Don't bring stuff over if you don't want me to drink it~" He waves the new-empty glass in front of Iwaizumi to taunt him. It smells like sewage. "Oh, did you want some of that? Well, too bad. For the record, it was de-li-cious."
Iwaizumi presses his lips together to keep himself from laughing. "N-no, that was all for you..."
"It... what? Oh. It was?" Oikawa says, sounding a little bit embarrassed. "Seriously, what's in this?" he asks, now fascinated by the dregs at the bottom of the glass. "I can usually tell, but this is... complicated. Must've been hard to make."
Iwaizumi coughs. Ingredient-shopping aside, it took a blender and less than 60 seconds.
Their eyes meet. Iwaizumi sees Oikawa all starry-eyed and sparkly and promptly smushes his hand into Oikawa's face. "GAH Oikawa p-put your face away stop looking at me like save that for your damn cat!"
And then unspoken words catch in Iwaizumi's throat when all of a sudden there are legs across his lap and arms around his neck. "Thank you for being here" breezes past his ear, and impossibly soft lips gently press against his own.
The kiss tastes like it came from the compost bin.
The things you do for love, Iwaizumi thinks, and pulls Oikawa closer.