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         âOi, Tsukki.Â
     Bring your arms together a bit more when you jump; your form is coming along really well otherwise. Who knows, you may even surpass me. Ah, Iâm so proud~â
That was the only thing the girl could think of upon looking at him. Of course, she was at her job, so she quickly switched back into work mode. âUhm, how are you today? Are you ready to order?â
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âGo to sleep, Oikawa,â Iwa-chan tells you. These days, there is a frown in his voice thatâs almost palpable. Itâs more noticeable now, when heâs sleepy enough not to subconsciously control whatâs there and what isnât. âYou need it.â
âThatâs why youâre here.â
title:Â boat song
summary:Â What happens when Oikawa Tooru is allowed to stay up past three.Â
paring: iwaoi
rating: G+
At three, youâre feeling like prophets.
Youâre sprawled out right over Iwa-chan, and his steady heartbeat gives you something solid to measure your visions against. You say, âBeware the Ides of March,â and laugh because wow, that is such a nerdy thing to say and youâre not sure if Iwa-chan will get it, being the brute that he is. Youâve never been sure if he understands half the shit that spouts from your mouth anyway. Â
But Iwa-chan only gives you a noogie thatâs almost gentle in the way his fingers tangle in your hair. âDonâtâ be stupid,â he says.
âItâs the fifteenth of March,â you explain. âIwa-chan, didnât you read Julius Caesar?â
âNo.â
You nod because, âI didnât either.â
âGo to sleep, Oikawa,â Iwa-chan tells you. These days, there is a frown in his voice thatâs almost palpable. Itâs more noticeable now, when heâs sleepy enough not to subconsciously control whatâs there and what isnât. âYou need it.â
âThatâs why youâre here.â
The answer must be obvious, you think, because Iwa-chan doesnât answer youâbut you do feel his arms tense. He seems to be telling you that you must know the answer. It has been forever since youâve met and anything else is inexcusable. Obligingly, you wrack your memories for something that could have brought this on and come up empty. You turn over the conversation and look for double meanings (your specialty) and find none. At least, nothing youâre aware of.
Thatâs the funny thing; youâre being perfectly sincere about all this.
âIsnât it?â you ask. You just want to go to sleep for five months straight, so the words come out a bit funny. You almost think Iwa-chan has misheard you.
Then, âGo to sleep.â Final, resolute.
For a lack of things to look at, you close your eyes.
â
At three, youâre feeling like angels.
Thatâs what they do, you hear; theyâre all caught up in a war of morals where someone has to be right, someone has to be wrong. You wonder if they get bored like that. If there are days when they canât even stand the sounds of their own voices repeating the same arguments over and over again. Maybe they have laundry lists and thereâs just this one asshole who never does what theyâre supposed to do. You bet they have TV rightsâyou bet they have a flatscreen, actually, and they all share it. You bet thatâs really what theyâre fighting over. They just have this irrational need to be deep, to be by a higher cause at all times.
âYou are,â Iwa-chan says, âthe single most messy thing in the world. Itâs like a mall exploded. Do you just never clear out your room?â
âWhy would I do that when youâre doing such a good job of being my mom?â You answer.
Iwa-chan rolls his eyes. You donât think he can quite bring himself to actually jab at you today, and thatâs good, you suppose. âI donât understand why they let you go.â
You tip yourself to the edge of your bed and tilt your face up at Iwa-chan. It is a long way up, you notice. Somehow this strikes you as poetic. That when you reach up, your hand barely grazes his shoulder and you feel silly, and so, so gay, when he steps in so your hand isnât dangling over thin air. It makes sense that you waggle your eyebrows at him and adopt the smuggest grin that you can.
âI told them my best friend would be really lost without me, and heâd make a spectacle of himself. It would be embarrassing. And tragic. Iâd have to stop talking to him completely.â
A familiar exacting look. You see it in games sometimes, when Iwa-chan is trying to figure out the best way to get through blocks and support his team. But you see it in the mirror more oftenâin fact, you see it everyday. You wonder when you taught this sort of calculation to him, and if it the teaching was intentional. And your hand slips from his shoulderâa natural action (reaction). Of course, you wouldnât let it be otherwise. Still, three minutes later (you accidentally counted) and Iwa-chan still hasnât said anything. Heâs sitting by you on the bed now, but his face is directed toward the balcony.
You wonder if you can see the stars tonight, if theyâre bright enough to make it past the fog and intermittent drizzle. You wonder if Iwa-chan can see further. He has perfect vision. On the other hand, youâve been wearing glasses for four years now.
Maybe you both need a telescope. Youâre sure that yours is buried somewhere underneath all your old grade-school shoe-box-and-string planetariums, stuffed under piles of pin-hole-pricked construction paper and purple-blue gluesticks.
Iwa-chan sighs. He takes you by the arms and pushes you back, fully, onto your bed. âBe careful, Shittykawa.â
âThe doctor said Iâm fine,â you tell him. To your everlasting horrification, there is a note ofâah, well, anyway. âShe said to rest. Iâm resting. Iâve propped my knee up and everything.â
âThen take your medicine.â
You think about rolling your eyes and settle for a smirk instead. âI did.â
He must be muttering curse words under his breath again, you know, because he turns ever-so-slightly away from you and rolls his eyes at the ceiling. You canât hear what heâs saying, but youâre pretty sure it has to do with you. Maybe you should apologize.
(Iwa-chan has always made you want to apologize.)
Finally, he decides on, âYou walked a mile to my house. Thatâs not fine. Thatâs you realizing you canât cope and dragging me here to deal with you.â
You start cackling. The expression on his face reminds you of that one mold of the Loch Ness monster they found once, His confusion only adds to the image. Why am I here in this lake? Why am I made of gelatin? Who would even think about playing a prank like this? Your mouth tastes like cotton and it feels like someone has drilled a hole into your head. You have the biggest headache in the world. The lights are too bright. You arrange your arms over your eyes.
Iwa-chan lies down beside you.
But you have never wanted to be enough. You want to be everything.
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At three, youâre feeling like mercury.
Iwa-chan is asleep. He doesnât know that his fingers are laced in your own, or that his lips are pressed against your neck. Itâs drafty, for March; Iwa-chan has always gravitated toward warm things. You pull a blanket over him because that feels about fair. After all, he has a habit of putting a hollow sort of aching in your throat. Youâre thinking it might hurt to look at him. The lava lamp casts ghoulish shadows over his cheekbones. His eyelashes are spidery in the green light. Most of all, heâs only ten days older than you. He shouldnât be here, taking care of you like this.
You wonder what you could possibly do. Or what youâve ever done for him.
When you were seven, Iwa-chanâs parents moved to another neighborhood. Until then, you had been neighbors; you went to school together, you went home together, you stayed out too long in the playground together. Suddenly, there was no one. There were other kids, but none of them were Iwa-chan. But heâd showed up at the old playground the day after, the biggest stag beetle youâd ever seen in his hand and a newly chipped tooth in his mouth, one mile downtown from where he lived.
(Lives.)
You still go to school together.
Sometimes you think too much and you stop liking the things that pop into your head. Often, you feel spent on all the wrong things when you should be saving for Iwa-chan instead.
âShittyzumi,â you whisper just to try it out.
He doesnât stir.
Other times you should go to sleep. You snort at the little trickle of drool on Iwa-chanâs chin. Thinking about it now wonât solve anything, and you have to be at practice tomorrow, injured knee or not. You owe it to your team, to Iwa-chan⌠and alright, most of all, to yourself. Because youâre just a bit petty, you take one last look at Iwa-chan before you close your eyes. You need to build up that image of utter humiliation so you can remember it when he inevitably serves another volleyball at your head. Youâll see how he likes it when you embarrass him in front of his fans.
But you suppose keeping it a secret is alright, too.
(Someone around here has to protect Iwa-chanâs vanishing dignity.)
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       â hey, hey!! tsukishima!
             will you come block for me?
          itâll only be for a few minutes. â
Sugawara found himself being a bit noisy as he examined the middle blockerâs room. It seemed pretty neat and well kept from what the setter could see. In a way he kinda expected that from someone like Tsukishima.
The setterâs eyes finally laid rest on a shelf above the first yearâs desk. A collection of dinosaurs sat neatly together on each shelf.
âOho?â Sugawara raised an eyebrow in amusement. âYou collect dinosaurs, Tsukishima? How cute!â He couldnât help but chuckle a bit at the cute display.