I just want so badly to be there. To be where and when you are, to be at your side. I want to watch you wake in the morning and fall asleep next to you at night. I want to make you breakfast, want to pour your orange juice,(more) watch you slump into your chair before you're fully awake. I want to follow you down grocery store isles and into the car and down the sidewalk. I want to follow you home. I know where my home is, it's under your arm, in your eyes, against your lips. My doorbell is your voice calling my name, reminding me I am home and you want to come in. You are always welcome. How could I shut you out when you constitute the foundation? I just want to watch you build your own. Be part of it. Help welcome you home every day. I want to kiss your sugar lips after we bake Christmas cookies, and I wouldn't need another gift. So when you ask, quietly, if you're annoying me, if you're too mean, if I want you around, I promise not to let you hear my heart shatter at the words. I promise to say no as many times as you need. I promise to love you fiercely until you feel you deserve it, and every day after. (less)
Oikawa's mouth was, more often than not, annoying as hell.
Though he was Iwaizumi's best friend, half the crap that flew out was useless and the other half was fake.
"Iwa-chan! If you frown at your book for so long you'll look like an old man in your twenties! Iwa-chan! Iwa-Gah!"
Said textbook was thrown at Oikawa, nailing him successfully in the stomach.
"Shut up, Crappykawa. If you're bored, just say so."
In response, Iwaizumi threw his water bottle at him. This time, Oikawa caught it with a grin and a wink. "Too slow, Iwa-chan~"
"Next time I won't be."
"Right, right. Anyways! I'm bored!"
"What do you want to do, then?"
Oikawa opened his mouth, paused with a frown, and turned away. "Nothing."
Iwaizumi set his papers to the side, turning to stare. "What?" he asked again, louder. His parents weren't home, and Oikawa's were away on a business trip.
"Nothiiiing, Iwa-chan, pretend I didn't say anything."
Iwaizumi reached for his arm, yanking him back to glare at his face. "Stop keeping secrets. You're shit at it."
"It's not a secret, Iwa-chan. I just-I shouldn't, you know?"
He let go of Oikawa's wrist, ignoring the surprised look the other shot back at him as he turned back to his desk.
"Are you okay, Iwa-"
"Of course I'm fine."
Oikawa nudged his shoulder hesitantly.
"I want to kiss you."
Iwaizumi was certain he stopped breathing.
Oikawa was silent, waiting. When Iwaizumi looked up, he could see the uncertain gaze and the pink blush across his cheeks.
He swallowed thickly.
"Then do it."
Iwaizumi often thought about what kissing Oikawa would be like.
His lips tasted like sugar and promise. (less)