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Oikawa hated his eyes.
he hated the way they were shaped, how they were rounded at his waterline and so straight at his lash line. The way his lids creased when he cried and how his tears welded his lashes together.
He hated how Iwaizumi loved them so much when they were so ugly.
Oikawa was staring into the mirror, fingers prodding and poking at his eyebags, moving up to pinch his eyebrows upwards, liking how it lifted his face, liking how it opened up his eyes more, decreasing his hooded eyelids, the pools of brown shining brighter as Oikawa allowed more light to seep in.
"Kawa...what are you doing?" It was an absurd sight from Iwaizumi's point of view, Oikawa's lanky arms sticking out awkwardly as he pinched at his eyebrows, pulling the skin up here and there, his eyes being pulled up with it.
Now startled, Oikawa dropped his hands from his face, locking eyes with Iwaizumi through the bathroom mirror. "Iwa-Chan! Nothing just...actually, I don't know."
"hm." Iwaizumi moved from the doorway, standing next to Oikawa, still looking in his eyes through the mirror. "You're weird" Iwaizumi put a gentle hand on Oikawa's back, his face relaxing from his natural scowl.
"Maybe, but you love it."
"hm, maybe."
"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa giggled and Iwaizumi smiled at the man softly.
"Okay ShittyKawa, I love you." Both their cheeks were coated in red, even after years of hearing those words, of being in their relationship, it still gave them both butterflies.
"Iwa-Chan, be honest." Iwaizumi hummed again, raising his eyebrows, small smile remaining as Oikawa twiddled his fingers together and looked back at himself in the mirror. "Are my eyes ugly?" Iwaizumi's smile dropped, his hand stiffening around the fabric of Oikawa's shirt.
"What? Kawa...How-how could you think that?" Iwaizumi was gaping, disbelief written in his features. "I love them Kawa! They're so beautiful."
"But...how?" Iwaizumi moved to face Oikawa properly, gripping onto his shoulders and Turning Oikawa to face him fully. "What makes them beautiful? cause I certainly don't see it." Oikawa was shaking his head, avoiding looking into Iwaizumi's perfectly shaped, perfectly green eyes.
"The way they're so round, it makes every emotion you feel that more expressive, really fits your personality. And the colour, God Toru, it's so beautiful. All the different shades of brown, how they shift in the dark and the light and...God I hate being this sappy. I just love them okay? Not ugly at all."
Oikawa was sniffling by the end of Iwaizumi's rant, holding back his need to sob. Iwaizumi had turned his insecurities around, glorifying them, making them special, loveable.
It wasn't magic. No, Oikawa would still wince whenever he looked in the mirror, but maybe only for a second, maybe until he looked deeper and felt Iwaizumi's words. Maybe only then, he could see it too. Iwaizumi loved Oikawa's eyes and Iwaizumi loved him. Iwaizumi had once told him that he loved how his contacts enhanced the brownness there. Oikawa had laughed it off and called him a nerd.
In reality, he really needed that, needed that affirmation and sincerity, needed someone to remind him that what he saw as flaws, to Iwaizumi, were flawless.
His eyes, so brown and deep and unforgiving, so brown and full and loving.
The shape of his eyes, how they sloped, making his lashes stick up, long and dark and pretty. How they rounded, accentuating his joy with how they dipped with his smile. Iwaizumi loved them.
"Thank you, Hajime." Iwaizumi smiled again, poking Oikawa in the cheek, holding eye contact like he always did, because Iwaizumi loved him and Iwaizumi loved his eyes.
Mocha, Tawny, Caramel, Peanut, Hickory.
It was okay, he didn't need to worry. The only person who mattered was Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi loved his brown eyes.