Iwaizumi Hajime is not the sort of person to fawn over chocolate hearts, bouquets of flowers, goddamn doves flying everywhere, pollen clinging to everything from stupid bouquets.
Oikawa’s a hopeless romantic. Aside from his fanaticism for alien movies, he’s also got a penchant for the epic romances. Iwaizumi’s had to sit through The Notebook and A Walk To Remember more times than he can count, can, unfortunately, recite monologues by heart. Oikawa always turns into some sniveling mess and Iwaizumi deserves a discount from the Kleenex company by now.
So it comes as no surprise that Oikawa’s memorized the greatest speeches by heart. Sometimes Iwaizumi will be doing homework and suddenly Oikawa launches into Noah’s speech to Allie, only shutting up half the time when Iwaizumi threatens to shove 365 letters in a place they shouldn’t go.
Whenever Oikawa spouts things like that, he’s always met with Iwaizumi’s scoff. He’ll usually pout and glare. “That’s rude, Iwa-chan!” “Yeah, well, that’s stupid.”
And he means it. Even before they start dating, Oikawa goes all out, whether or not he has someone to celebrate holidays with. If he’s got a girlfriend, Iwaizumi remembers the high school locker being adorned with decorations, Oikawa always presenting a rose (or a dozen) along with a smile, a card, a kiss. If he doesn’t, Iwaizumi’s the unfortunate recipient, though luckily it’ll be at his house so he doesn’t have to throw something at Oikawa.
Iwaizumi’s woken up to a fucking string quartet and he knows Oikawa means well, but wonders if a part of him just wants to piss him off.
So Iwaizumi doesn’t like cheesy things. He hates them, actually. He doesn’t like PDA either, but has compromised on holding Oikawa’s hand in public. He doesn’t like flowers, he doesn’t like red rose petals on the bed and in the bath, he doesn’t care for the taste of champagne, “why the fuck would an oyster turn me on?”, and thinks that Valentine’s Day is completely and utterly stupid.
And that’s what’s really important.
So Iwaizumi’s in an expensive ass suit (just to rent the stupid thing), a stupid string quartet behind him (if he gets poked with a bow one more time…), and a fire hazard of a dinner (he keeps glancing over at the flames). The apartment light is dimmed and he keeps adjusting his necktie; it’s too tight, he thinks, but this is a formal occasion.
He thinks all of this is stupid, a waste of money, time, and effort. But all that matters is that Oikawa doesn’t and when the door opens, Iwaizumi feels all his annoyance slipping away when he sees the way Oikawa’s eyes widen, the way his expression slowly breaks into a grin. Even Iwaizumi starts smiling. His suit is still uncomfortable, the string quartet’s still got those bows, and the flames are still flickering. But Oikawa’s happy, so that’s all that matters.
“Oikawa,“ he starts and clears his throat, adjusting his necktie nervously. ”…You’re a goddamn nuisance.“
Oikawa’s smile slips into a frown. "I’m getting mixed signals here, Iwa-chan.”
“You’re a huge goddamn nuisance.”
“Signals remaining mixed…”
Sighing, Iwaizumi ends up loosening his tie a little before his hand goes up to his short hair. “I can’t believe you like this stuff. It’s–are you five?! It’s stupid and extravagant and a waste of money and time and effort and I swear to god, Oikawa, only someone like you could actually like this! But…”
Iwaizumi breaks off and sighs, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose. “…But that doesn’t matter. Because all I care about is if it makes you happy. I’d stop the world for you, if you wanted. It’s stupid. And impossible. But you’re the kind of dumbass who would probably ask me to do that and… I’d try. I don’t know how. But I would. Because as ridiculous as you can be, you’re mine. And I’d do anything for you. So…”
Looking up with a small smile, Iwaizumi drops down to one knee and Oikawa’s eyes widen minutely even before he pulls out the velvet box. He relaxes into a smile, breathes the nickname that both have decided only Oikawa can call Iwaizumi, smiles the smile that Iwaizumi knows is the reason he fell in love with Oikawa Tooru.
“Shut up, dumbass. Let me say it.”
Iwaizumi takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and opens them again with a soft curve of his lips.
“Marry me, Oikawa Tooru.”
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