Olympos

how it started

another thing you’ve realized is that oikawa’s hands never shake — not that you’ve seen, anyway. they are always sure and steady.

you figure out he loves you, long before he will ever say it, because he lets you hold his palms in your own. it’s not handholding, oikawa is very fond of that with just about all of his friends, but it’s rather: you, folding your smaller hands over oikawa’s large ones, tucked into his argentina national team hoodie; and oikawa, no product in his hair, glasses on, relaxed and softened as you pull out the athletic tape.

he looks at you, honey sunlight bleeding through the late morning haze, and you feel the crushing weight of his trust like a deity’s gift, a palm shoving into your heart, a punch strong enough to knock you off your feet.

“don’t tell me,” oikawa starts. he’s eyeing you because you’ve stilled, quiet as you contemplate the callouses on his fingertips. “you’re so in awe of me, you’ve realized you can’t possibly me worthy enough to touch something so divine. fear nothing, i can and will allow you the privilege of being close to me.”

it feels like a privilege, you want to say. you are so vulnerable like this, so loving like this. how could i not feel blessed.

instead, you say, “shut the fuck up,” with all the fond annoyance that is settled in your stomach. you unwrap the athletic tape.

oikawa grins, brilliant and knife-quick and so achingly genuine you are involuntarily smile back. “it’s that or you have a hand kink!” he teases. he’s practically glowing with contentedness and satisfaction. it’s a good look on him.

he is so happy here and you are so happy here, with him, like this, right here.

this does not stop you from pinching the soft skin on the underside of his arm, and taking your own satisfaction in his yelp and subsequent whine.

best friend!oikawa tooru who finds you late night in the kitchen of the shared apartment that the two of you have together. you're hunched over the table with your computer in front of you, screen split in half with one side displaying a pdf of a downloaded textbook and the other half showing the notes you've been taking for the past hours. there's a half finished cup of tea next to your computer, likely gone cold from how long it's been sitting there.

best friend!oikawa tooru who can clearly see your puffy eyes from crying and the stress that's building up on your shoulders. you've been working all day, only taking breaks to eat and walk around for just a few minutes before diving back to work.

best friend!oikawa tooru who knows how much time and effort you put into your work and studies, but he hates the way you look at the moment. tired from work and stress and tears, fingers trembling over your keyboard and bottom lip pulled between your teeth as your eyes scan over the words that have been blurring together for the last few hours.