Dauntless.

OIKAWA KEEPS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE NOTES.  had he been born with just a pinch more creativity,  he might’ve even taken up scrap-booking to better document the progression in iwaizumi’s handwriting.  well, no matter.  it pretty much looks the same since elementary school.

❝  hey, hey, hey!  love notes,  already?  couldn’t wait until after practice,  iwa-chan?  is your heart just bursting?  ❞  he fakes feeling faint,  going so far as to rest the back of his palm on his forehead  —  both imitating and mocking a modern tragedy.  

when he opens his shoe-locker,  he acts entirely too surprised at what floats out.  ❝  what’s it say, what’s it say!  let’s see…  ❞  oikawa pulls the slip of paper comically close to his face to ‘read’ it!  ❝  do your best at practice today,  captain.  i believe in you.  oh,  and,  here you signed…  dinner on me?!  aaaaah,  wow!  you’re really going all out today!  ❞

There’s only one thing worse than being caught in the act—OIKAWA! No. Being caught in the act by Oikawa. He turns his chin away; fakes clueless.

              “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

Of course the note slips out immediately.

The vein in his forehead is near bursting by the time Oiakwa’s done ‘reading’ and Iwaizumi snatches the note away and crumples it up. Damage control! He has to glare at the wandering eyes surrounding them with a ‘tch.’

He stares at it; glares at Oikawa, then goes for the HEADSHOT.

What Iwaizumi doesn’t do is address any of the LIES AND SLANDER he intends to make good on. He brushes past their captain and smacks his shoulder for good measure.

He pens it lovingly; straightening out a page torn from his notebook carefully before leaning against a wall to write out the note. The same note he writes every week—that’s been a constant since elementary school. He folds it and slides it carefully into Oikawa’s shoe-locker. It reads the same thing it always has.          

     “DO TOO!  DO TOO!” 

he does. iwaizumi does, too. oikawa is juuuust immature enough to giggle, because it almost sounds like he’s said doo-doo. twice! how silly. but oh no! hubris has him distracted for three seconds — FOUR SECONDS TOO LONG! — and his arm gets all bent. literally! ouch!

“OWOWOW! iwa-chan!” not nice! that’s a full pout, an upgrade; he doesn’t dare move, lest he strain both wrists in one go. this is the end of the road. “don’t you ever get tired of ruining everything? like, are you tired of being like this?” as if presented with a miracle from heaven, he suddenly remembers that slaps aren’t his only mode of attack. it’s fun to take a page out of iwaizumi’s book, and also use his head for once.

a headbutt, that is! right to the boy’s forehead. somewhat of a shame that it’s too soft to hurt.  

“don’t you just wanna go ape shit?”

Oikawa floppy-wristed is only a slight improvement over normal Oikawa. Iwaizumi doesn’t budge, doesn’t let go. He doesn’t trust him.

“I don’t TRUST you.” But that’s a lie. Iwaizumi trusts Oikawa completely. He lets go. He sighs. “Like wh—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Shittikawa fucking HEADBUTTS HIM? “HH-OHHHH no.” Iwaizumi has passed the point of anger, rage, or wrath. He’s calm. Unwavering. His fingers curl again around Oikawa’s wrists and hold them down.

“Oh I’m about to go King Kong on your ass.”

That’s it, that’s the warning. Right before Iwaizumi headbutts him right back. But hard.

Iwaizumi isn’t one to turn down such a simple request.

“Fine!” 

 He lifts shitty, obnoxious Mattsukawa into his buff arms and--- dumps him in the ball-bin. It’s extremely funny. Iwaizumi deadpan stares bin-sukawa in the eyes. 

“YOUR SLAPS SUCK! your guns are slack-a-lacking!!! you’ll be OUTSLAPPED before you know it, guy! hey, iwa-chan? i’m gonna hold my arms out and SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, and if you just happen to get in the way, then it’s not my fault! i’m absolved of all guilt!”

AND WITH THAT, NOT UNLIKE A WHIRLWIND, HE SLAPS.

Oh it’s on. It’s very much on like a certain video-game primate. If Iwaizumi is certain of one thing, it’s that his slaps do not suck.               “DON’T”  (Oikawa does) Iwaizumi shouts louder. “ No! No don’t! No STOP !” He panics. Those arms grow closer and they’re longer than his. Shit shit shit. “Slappikawa don’t!” 

Desperate times call for desperate actions. He grabs those slappy-hands by the wrists and twists them the way they shouldn’t go. Iwaizumi stares his fully-grown pain-in-the-ass of a best friend directly in the shitty eyes. He annunciates each word with a staccato spit-spray. 

             “ We have a tournament TOMORROW! “ 

Iwaizumi adds a slap to the back of their captain’s head for emphasis. 

       “i will be the one to put you in the ground, big slappem.” ( @crownvice )