#oiharu

“I’m gonna get that in my bed tonight,” he promised Iwaizumi.

“You’re gonna get punched in the face,” Iwaizumi told him. Tooru waved him off and sauntered across the room to where the volleyball boys were gathered.

“What’s your deal?” he asked the blue-eyed beauty. “You’re way too pretty to be a jock.”

“Wow,” the man said. “The chlorine must have replaced every last one of your brain cells if you think that will work.”

“Oh,” Tooru said. “You’re gonna be fun. I can tell.”

“Wish I could say the same for you,” the man replied.

“Oikawa Tooru.” He put a hand out for the man to shake. The man stared at it.

“Nanase Haruka,” said the man.

“Haru-chan,” purred Tooru. Haru’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t,” he said.

“Oh, I’m going to,” Tooru replied. Tooru watched the gears turning in Haru’s brain as he decided whether Tooru would be worth playing with or not. Tooru leaned against the bar and smirked. This was going to be an interesting night.

-

It had been the best night of Tooru’s life. By the time he and Haru parted ways at closing time, Tooru had been sassed into oblivion. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, he had more than met his match in Haru.

“Will you stop pining and just get over yourself?” Iwaizumi asked.

“When he comes flowing back into my life and sweeps me off my feet again,” Tooru replied without lifting his face from the pillow it was shoved into.

“Come on,” Iwaizumi said, bending down to slap Tooru on the shoulder. “Kouta wants to try that cafe down the street from the athletic complex. You’re coming with us.”

“But Iwa-chan, I can’t. I’m pining.”

Tooru barely had time to process what was happen before Iwaizumi picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. Tooru squawked in protest, but was thoroughly ignored. Iwaizumi carried him out of the apartment and down the stairs to where Bokuto was waiting with the car.

“I don’t even want to go to this stupid cafe-” Tooru was saying as he walked through the door. Iwaizumi ignored him, tying Bokuto’s shoe for him instead. Tooru rolled his eyes and stepped the rest of the way into the cafe, only to stop dead.

There he was, standing behind the counter with a serene look on his face as he flipped something on a grill. Tooru stepped forward as though in a daze, only to be cut off by the appearance of an angry-looking redhead with a mouth full of sharp teeth. He bared said teeth at Tooru and said, “Bold of you to show your face around here.”

“Um. Hi?” Tooru asked, trying to step around the redhead. By now, Haru had noticed him and was staring at him like he wanted to look right through his skin and into the things that made up the core of him. It made him shiver.

“Oi, I’m talking to you,” said the redhead. “Haru’s my best friend, and if you hurt him-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re cute,” Tooru said, patting his head as the door opened again and Iwaizumi and Bokuto walked in. “Go play with the other kids. Mommy and Daddy have things to talk about.” He stepped around the stunned redhead and sauntered up tot he counter. “You never mentioned you worked here,” Tooru said.

“I own the place,” Haru replied. “I only get to work here when there’s no practice, though.”

“I thought you said you loved volleyball,” Tooru said, cocking his head.

“I do,” Haru replied. “But it’s better when it’s free, not when it’s all drills and laps and other things. It’s supposed to be pure.”

“I think I know what you mean,” Tooru said, trying to pretend he wasn’t swooning. “I- I mean, with swimming, it’s the same! ‘Cause there’s swimming for practice or competition, which is great, because there’s nothing like crushing your enemies in a bout, but sometimes swimming just to swim is-”

Haru, apparently, had had enough. He turned off the grill and stepped around the counter while Tooru babbled. When he stopped in front of Tooru, he reached out and grabbed the back of Tooru’s head.

“Shut up,” he said softly, then pulled Tooru into a kiss.

It was everything that was missing from that night a week before. It was the more that Tooru had been left wanting, the angel-singing, gong-banging, firework-exploding everything that he hadn’t known he had been left to desire. Haru kissed like he wanted to know everything about Tooru, and he could extract that information with nothing but his lips and a wandering tongue. Tooru melted into the kiss, reaching up to clutch at Haru’s shoulders and whine against his lips. Distantly, he could hear the redhead yelling and Iwaizumi making retching noises, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when the most beautiful man on the face of the planet was kissing him like the world would end if he stopped.

When they finally pulled apart, Tooru was left panting and red in the face. He reached up a shaky hand to touch at his lips, not quite sure that the past few seconds had actually happened. He giggled.

“Oh god,” Haru droned. “You’re gonna be even more annoying from now on, aren’t you?”