#iwakin

Hajime hums.  “Well.  You’re not wrong.  But you’re the one who did something ridiculous enough to get on Oikawa’s radar.  Regardless of how much I love you that sounds a lot like a you problem.”

Yuutarou groans.  “I thought this was a partnership.  My problems are your problems and all that.”

“Yeah.  And Oikawa has been my problem since I was born.  Now he’s your problem.  See?  We’re sharing.”

“That really doesn’t seem fair to me.  You’ve had years to deal with him.  Now you’re dumping this shit on me?”

“I thought this was a partnership,” Hajime teases.  “My shit is your shit now.”

“I think your shit needs to be flushed so we can scrub the toilet.”

Hajime snorts and reaches across the table.  Yuutarou grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together with a smile.

It doesn’t help, not with the real issue of Oikawa being Oikawa all over Yuutarou’s business.  But it does make him feel better.

—

“I’m telling you,” Hajime says as he takes Yuutarou’s hand and drags him towards the elevators.  “My sanity depends on you.”

“Great.  So.  No pressure, then.”  The elevator doors open and a bunch of giggling teens step out.  “No pressure at all.”

This isn’t his first time at one of these events.  This isn’t even his first time this year at one of these events.  Hajime being who he is and having the friends he has means these sorts of events are actually fairly common.  Them being common doesn’t mean he likes going to them.

He’s not sure if it’s better or worse that Hajime doesn’t like it either.

On one hand Hajime not liking it means that Yuutarou doesn’t feel guilty about complaining so much about it all.

On the other hand Hajime not liking it means that the person he’s here with is just as grumbly about it all as he is.

The only plus side to the whole night, in his opinion anyway, is that he gets to see Hajime all dressed up.  Also the fact that he knows no matter who flirts with Hajime, he’s the one who Hajime is going home with at the end of the night.  That’s a plus too now that he thinks about it.

He watches yet another barely twenty-something try to flirt their way into Hajime’s good graces.  Once he’s freed himself Hajime stalks over to Yuutarou and glares at him.

“My sanity, Yuutarou.”

“I love you but you lost that a long time ago,” Yuutarou replies.

“He’s not wrong,” Oikawa says as he drapes his arms over Hajime’s shoulders.  “You have always been a little off center as long as I’ve known you.”

“Same,” Kunimi says, plopping into the chair next to Yuutarou with a relieved sigh.

“You’re all so rude,” Hajime grumbles.  

Yuutarou reaches out with a smile and drags Hajime into the chair on his other side.  Hajime collapses into it with a groan.

“And yet,” Oikawa says.  “Here you are.  With us.”  

Oikawa preens when Hajime flashes him a rude gesture.

—

“I’m dying.”

“You’ve got the flu.”

“That’s what I said.”  Hajime coughs.  “I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying,” Yuutarou sighs.  “Not unless I smother you with your own pillow.”

“Rude.”

Yuutarou rolls his eyes but he brings Hajime the juice and crackers he’s been whining about since before Yuutarou even got home from work.  Because he’s a giant sap and stopped at the store on his way home and got them for Hajime.  Along with cold meds he knows he’ll have to practically force feed to Hajime and a couple cans of soup for himself because he already knows he’s catching whatever the hell Hajime has and Hajime is a horrible patient and, unfortunately, not that great of a nurse.

Oh, he tries.  But… Honestly the last time he was sick Yuutarou considered calling Oikawa over to come help him.  More to keep Hajime distracted than anything else.

A week later Yuutarou is the one curled in bed feeling like he’s dying and Hajime hovers in the doorway to their bedroom making sad faces at him until Yuutarou holds out his hand and Hajime scrambles into bed with him.

He might not be a great nurse but he’s a great snuggler.

—

“Holy shit!”  

Hajime sits up with a gasp at Yuutarou’s voice, attention snapping from the tv to Yutuarou’s face.

“What?  What?  What’s happening?”

Yuutarou turns to Hajime and grabs his hand.

“I love you.”  Yuutarou grins.

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