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this is the last time by giant_lizard
Gokuakuhitou (The Edge of Dawn)No Archive Warnings Apply, Iwata Shiro/Oki Haruki, Iwata Shiro, Oki Haruki, Hanasaki Shoji, Maekawa Orochi, Reincarnation, Getting Together, Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Actually Unrequited Love
They say trial and error leads to eventual success, but seven lifetimes later, Oki still finds Iwata slipping from his fingers.
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He’s sprawled face-down across his bed when Oikawa barges into his room on a late Monday after the sun has gone down, leaving only the briefest spread of stars to wink down at them from outside his window. Iwaizumi peeks from underneath the blankets as Oikawa unceremoniously drops his bag on the floor before flopping face down onto Iwaizumi’s back; Iwaizumi grunts, wriggling against his pillow, and attempts to smack Oikawa’s butt with his heel.
“Get off me, Assikawa,” he mumbles, burrowing his face into his pillow.
Oikawa just laughs, his breath tickling Iwaizumi’s nape, and wraps his arms around Iwaizumi from on top of the blanket. “Iwa-chan makes a good teddy bear.”
“Go hug my Godzilla plush or whatever.”
He feels Oikawa shift on top of him, the arms digging into Iwaizumi’s side gripping a little tighter. Against his neck, Iwaizumi feels the slow movement of Oikawa’s lips, tickling his skin with his warm breath. “Too far. Iwa-chan’s much closer—and warmer.”
Iwaizumi tries to mask his shudder. “I’ll kick you off the bed.”
“No, you won’t,” Oikawa challenges, and Iwaizumi flips onto his side so quickly Oikawa falls off his back and onto the floor below.
Oikawa glares at him as Iwaizumi snickers, settling back into his pillow on his stomach. “Rude, Iwa-chan!”
“Maybe if you had gotten off me the first time,” he mumbles back, head tilted so that he’s facing Oikawa. He lets a small, lazy smile slide onto his lips and watches as Oikawa’s cheeks begin to bloom pink. “You’re late today.”
“Had to take Takeru to volleyball class and the library for some stupid assignment,” Oikawa grumbles as he stands. Shrugging off his blazer, he nudges Iwaizumi with his knee. “Scoot over.”
Iwaizumi grumbles but complies, and Oikawa shuffles beneath the blankets until he’s lying beside Iwaizumi on his stomach, half draped across Iwaizumi’s back. His head is once again pressed into the curve of Iwaizumi’s neck.
“Can I stay over?”
“Only if you sleep in the futon.”
Oikawa digs his nose further into Iwaizumi’s skin. His words are muffled when he speaks. “You say that, but you’re gonna let me sleep here anyway.”
Iwaizumi doesn’t tell him he’s absolutely right; instead, he rolls onto his back, dislodging himself from Oikawa, who stares at him with mirthful eyes. Iwaizumi knows that look and raises an eyebrow. “So?”
“So?” Oikawa echoes, and Iwaizumi reaches over to lightly flick at his forehead. Oikawa recoils in mock pain, eyes crossing as he goes to look up at the spot where Iwaizumi had hit.
Iwaizumi snickers at the adorable furrow in his brow. “You look like you’re about to shit your pants if you have to wait any longer to tell me whatever the hell it is.”
“Why,” Oikawa begins in exasperation, “are you always so vulgar?”
Iwaizumi fixes him a look. “Like you don’t curse more than I do.”
“You’re the one whose vocabulary is mostly comprised of Shittykawa and Assikawa.” Oikawa blinks innocently at him, gasping exaggeratedly. “Iwa-chan, are you in love with me?”
Iwaizumi barks out a laugh through heated cheeks. “Piss off, Oikawa.”
“See,” Oikawa punctuates, pressing a finger to Iwaizumi’s cheek. “Vulgar.”
Iwaizumi turns and pretends to go to bite it.
Oikawa shrieks, pulling his hand away. He glares. “Brute.”
Iwaizumi just snorts.
Oikawa goes back to poking his cheek. “Hey, Iwa-chan.”
“What?”
“Remember that fanfic author I told you about?”
“No.”
Oikawa pokes him hard. Iwaizumi hisses. “Yes, you do.”
“If you know I do, why ask?” Iwaizumi says, exasperated, then shoves Oikawa’s hand away. “What about them?”
“They posted a new fic!” Oikawa announces, practically gleaming, and Iwaizumi watches as he turns to lie on his back. “It was so good, Iwa-chan. Maybe the best thing I’ve ever read.”
“Better than Gokuhi?”
Oikawa purses his lips, thinking. “I don’t know—I mean, Gokuhi is a manga, and giant_lizard-san’s works are entirely written in prose. It’s hard to compare the two.”
Iwaizumi shrugs. “Fair enough.”
“But this is definitely the best fic giant_lizard-san has published.”
He purses his lips. “I doubt it was that good.”
“It was!” Oikawa insists, turning to face Iwaizumi. His eyes sparkle, cheeks warming. “It’s so sad, but right when you feel this coil in your chest, they lighten it with banter and just the fondest scenes, and like—” He pauses, bottom lip jutting out. “So, in the fic, Oki and Iwata are reincarnated over and over again. Seven times, actually, and each time Oki and Iwata fall in love but they never end up together because of various reasons.”
“Okay,” Iwaizumi says.
“But then on the seventh reincarnation, something clicks, and Oki finally is able to be with Iwata after six lifetimes of chasing after each other.” Oikawa smiles. “It’s all rather bittersweet; they end up together in the end, but they lost each other so much before. It’s just—it’s different? From everything else giant_lizard had written. I still feel kinda fluttery.”
Something in Iwaizumi warms, and he feels himself blush again. “Sounds like a good read, then.”
“You should read it too,” Oikawa suggests, and Iwaizumi immediately scrunches his nose in protest.
“Hell no.”
“Why?” Oikawa whines, pouting more. He inches closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I don’t even know the original work, Oikawa.”
“Yes, you do,” Oikawa insists, going back to poking. “I’ve told you everything you need to know about Gokuhi. And besides, this is an AU. You don’t even have to read Gokuhi to understand what’s going on.”
“The characters are still from Gokuhi,” Iwaizumi argues, and Oikawa shrugs.
“So replace the names.” Oikawa’s eyes shine with mischief. “You can even use my name, and then Iwa-chan can fulfill his fantasy of falling in love with me over and over again.”
Iwaizumi stares at him.
Oikawa grins back.
He swipes the pillow from underneath Oikawa’s head and smacks him on the face with it once before dropping it entirely.
Oikawa whines through the pillow, “Iwa-chaaaaan!”
“You’re insufferable,” Iwaizumi says, climbing over Oikawa and off the bed. He turns to look over his shoulder just as Oikawa pushes the pillow off his head. His hair is a mess of brown, and Iwaizumi’s heart flutters at the sight. “You coming?”
“Where?”
“Dinner.” He opens his bedroom door and raises a single eyebrow.
Oikawa shoots out from under the covers and crosses the short distance to the door. He runs a hand through his tousled hair. “Are you cooking?”
“No,” Iwaizumi says, grinning as he kicks Oikawa down the hallway and towards the kitchen. “You are.”
“What happened to feeding your guests?”
“You owe me for lunch!” Iwaizumi hollers as he heads into the bathroom. When he emerges two minutes later, Oikawa’s already working on some curry. He slides into the spot next to him.
“If I send you the link to the fic, will you read it?”
“Never.”
Oikawa sighs. “Worth a shot.”
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giant_lizard-san!!! you did it again (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ) i think this might be my favourite work fo yours, and i know i say that about every single one of your fics but!!!!!!!!!! you really went above and beyond for this one (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡
there were a lot of great lines in this one too, so picking my favourite was an impossible task, but i think i’ve decided on this one: “Oki traces Iwata’s lips with his fingers and memorises its every curve, even though its shape has long been burned into his memory; there is not a line he does not know, not when Oki has spent seven lifetimes learning every crevice of his soul.”
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His phone buzzes in his pocket, and Iwaizumi breaks his gaze from Oikawa and Hanamaki to check the notification. It’s a text from his dad, telling him he’s not due to work until a little later tonight, and that he’ll be able to cook for Hajime for a change. If he’s with Oikawa, he’ll cook for him, too.
He texts back saying he’s with Hanamaki and Matsukawa as well, and the reply that comes a second later urges him to invite them all over.
He lifts his head just as Oikawa finishes another spiel about Iwata. “Dad said you guys should come over for dinner. He won’t be home, but he’ll cook for us.”
Matsukawa’s eyes light up. “Nice. I’ll tell my parents I’ll be home late, then.”
“What’s he making?” Oikawa asks, mostly curious; he’s already typing a text to his mom, not that it really matters. If Oikawa doesn’t come home by nine, she knows to expect he’s simply over at Iwaizumi’s house.
Iwaizumi shrugs as they stop at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green. “He didn’t say. Got any requests, though?”
“Hamburger steak,” Matsukawa chimes. “With cheese.”
Oikawa snorts. “Mattsun’s so predictable.”
“Like you aren’t,” Iwaizumi shoots back, letting his dad know about Matsukawa’s request. He gets an affirmative, then tucks his phone away.
Oikawa grins, swinging the arm that’s gripping the newest copy of Weekly Shonen Jump. He winks over at Iwaizumi. “That just means Iwa-chan knows me well.”
“Unfortunately.”
Hanamaki groans. “Will it kill you two to not flirt for five seconds?”
Oikawa throws Hanamaki a blank look. “Makki’s the one who always has his tongue down Mattsun’s throat.”
“Not all the time,” Matsukawa denies, and Hanamaki nods.
“We aren’t doing it right now,” Hanamaki adds, then pauses. Iwaizumi feels a murderous urge when Hanamaki’s eyes begin to glisten in mischief. “But we can, if you’d like.”
Iwaizumi shoves their heads aside just as they begin to inch closer to each other. “Absolutely not.”
Hanamaki guffaws while Matsukawa snickers.
Oikawa watches them amusedly.
“Not into voyeurism,” Hanamaki concludes a little too loudly, and a passing group of college students pause to give them odd looks. Hanamaki ignores them and wiggles his eyebrows at Oikawa. “Better take notes, Oikawa.”
“I hate all of you,” Iwaizumi announces.
Oikawa slides his arm through Iwaizumi’s as they scan their Suica cards at the station’s entrance. His cheeks are a little warm, flushed lightly in soft, red hues.
“Iwa-chan loves me,” he corrects, and Iwaizumi just snorts.
Matsukawa takes the lead and navigates them to the correct line, just as the train pulls to a stop in front of them. They clamber on, sliding into seats in the corner; surprisingly, it’s not too busy. “Did you read giant_lizard’s new work?”
Iwaizumi nearly chokes on air.
Beside him, Oikawa’s eyes widen. He leans across Iwaizumi to regard Matsukawa with bright excitement. “Mattsun, you know giant_lizard?”
“Yeah,” Matsukawa confirms with a nod. “I didn’t know you did, though, until Hanamaki mentioned it.”
“I love giant_lizard’s work,” Oikawa says through a sigh. “this is the last time is my favourite of theirs, I think.”
Hanamaki smacks Matsukawa’s thigh as he leans over. “That! I read that last night!”
“Isn’t it so fucking good?”
“I fucking cried,” Hanamaki recounts, and Iwaizumi inhales sharply. “Bro, when Oki almost gave up, but then Iwata comes and tells him he’ll find him in the next life—”
“—except Iwata doesn’t remember him again, and Oki just breaks,” Oikawa finishes, nearly vibrating.
“Fuck, what was that line,” Hanamaki groans, reaching for his phone, when Matsukawa recites, “ ‘And maybe Oki had spent five lifetimes nursing his shattered heart, but with Iwata staring at him like a stranger, every thread he used to stitch it back together only breaks apart.’ ”
“Why,” Iwaizumi begins as blood rushes to drench his neck and ears red, “would you memorise that?”
“It’s the only one I remember,” Matsukawa confesses, shrugging. “It has a nice rhyme.”
“Right!” Oikawa chimes, leaning back into his seat. He stares at the ceiling all starry-eyed. “giant_lizard is so good.”
“Have you read their other works?” Hanamaki asks, pulling out his phone.
“Which one?”
“Fuck, I can’t remember the title. The one where Oki’s reincarnated, and he ends up touring the ruins of Aobajousen’s castle.”
Oikawa claps his hand. “I Hear You Through the Night? The one with ghost Iwata?”
“Yes!”
Matsukawa nods. “I kind of like that one more, to be honest.”
“What?” Oikawa and Hanamaki both say incredulously, and Iwaizumi slides further down his seat.
Matsukawa shrugs. “I like angst.”
“this is the last time is angst, too!”
“Angst with a Happy Ending,” Matsukawa corrects. “I Hear You Through the Night is bittersweet.”
“this is the last time is also bittersweet,” Hanamaki protests as the train finally reaches their stop, and Iwaizumi immediately stands, speed walking to the exit.
The others are, unfortunately, hot on his trail.
“But they end up together. They obviously can’t in I Hear You Through the Night, but Iwata gets closure, and Oki watches him move onto the afterlife.”
“Which is sad!”
“It’s bittersweet,” Matsukawa corrects, and Hanamaki stares at his boyfriend incredulously.
“You’re a fucking masochist.”
Oikawa nods.
“You already knew that, though,” Matsukawa shoots back.
Iwaizumi sighs as they turn the corner, past a Family Mart and Oikawa’s street towards the road where his house sits on. “Can we please stop talking about this?”
Hanamaki’s eyebrow furrows.
Matsukawa tilts his head.
Oikawa sighs as he loops his arm through Iwaizumi’s. “Iwa-chan has never read giant_lizard’s work.”
Hanamaki’s jaw drops. “What.”
“I haven’t read Gokuhi, so.”
“What?!”
“I know!” Oikawa chimes, bumping shoulders with Iwaizumi. “I’ve been trying to get him to read it since halfway through our first year, but he refuses to!”
“You’ve told me the entire plot,” Iwaizumi reminds as his house finally comes into view. He pushes open the gate and slides his key into the lock, pushing the front door open shortly after.
Oikawa is the first to announce their presence. “Sorry for the intrusion!”
Iwaizumi toes off his shoes and sets them aside.
Hanamaki follows Iwaizumi into his room with Oikawa and Matsukawa following closely behind. “Just because you know the entire plot doesn’t mean you can’t read it. It’s an entirely different experience, I swear.”
“Iwa-chan’s the type to watch the anime but not read the manga,” Oikawa grumbles, flopping onto Iwaizumi’s bed as soon as he sets his things down. “So unless Gokuhi is going to be adapted into an anime soon—”
“Production I.G. says they’re going to,” Matsukawa announces, and Oikawa shoots up on the bed.
Hanamaki’s eyes widen, reaching over to grab Matsukawa’s phone. “Oh my god, they actually are.”
“You have to watch it with us,” Oikawa pleads, pouting over at Iwaizumi, who squirms as he sinks into his desk chair.
He sighs. “Fine.”
Three people cheer.
Hanamaki adds, “Then read giant_lizard’s works.”
“No.”
“He’s an anti,” Hanamaki declares, and Oikawa gasps.
“Maybe we should get giant_lizard-san to write a Godzilla crossover.” He points at Iwaizumi. “I feel like that’s the only way we’ll get Iwa-chan to read.”
“Does giant_lizard even watch Godzilla?” Matsukawa wonders aloud, to which Oikawa and Hanamaki both reply, “Yes.”
“Their profile picture is Godzilla,” Oikawa reassures.
“They could just like the idea of Godzilla,” Matsukawa argues back.
Hanamaki pauses. “You know, he could be right. Like, maybe they like Godzilla but know jack shit about the movies.”
Iwaizumi’s offended. “His name is giant_lizard. I’m sure he’s a Godzilla fan.”
Oikawa blinks, studies him. He grins. “So you would read a Godzilla-Gokuhi crossover.
“No.”
“But you just said—”
“I never said I would,” Iwaizumi mumbles, standing as Matsukawa’s stomach growls. Hanamaki snickers, and together they pile out of his room and into the kitchen. There’s a note on the fridge that the food is on the stove, and if it’s already cold to just warm it right then and there. Luckily, it must have only been a few minutes since his dad left for his night shift because the hamburger steaks are still hot.
Matsukawa whistles. “That looks so good.”
“Oikawa, can you grab the plates?”
“Mhm.”
They navigate the kitchen and grab all the utensils, setting their food in front of the TV instead of at the dining table.
Oikawa flips to a random channel and lets the idol music fill the empty spaces in the air.
“So, what would you read?” Hanamaki presses.
Iwaizumi sighs. “Why do you want me to read this guy’s work so badly?”
“Because they’re good, Iwaizumi! The writer of our generation!”
“Udai-sensei is probably offended you said that.”
“He’s a mangaka,” Matsukawa corrects, shovelling through his food. “giant_lizard’s an author. They’re two different professions.”
“Pretty sure giant_lizard’s job isn’t to write fanfiction,” Iwaizumi grumbles, and Matsukawa shrugs.
“Besides,” Oikawa presses again, shoving his food to one side so that now his left cheek is protruding and round. “giant_lizard-san is the only fanfic author who does Udai-sensei’s work justice.”
Hanamaki’s spoon hovers in front of his mouth. “Okay, I’m going to have to disagree with you there, because there are tons of amazing fanfic authors who write Oki and Iwata well.”
“Well, yeah, but giant_lizard does it best.”
Hanamaki nods. “Okay, I agree with that.”
“You don’t have to read Gokuhi,” Oikawa compromises, his fingers curling around Iwaizumi’s wrist. “Just please read one giant_lizard fic, Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi frowns, but his cheeks are red, and so he glances at his food, stabbing at his hamburger steak violently. Cheese oozes out. “You really like this guy that much?”
“Well, you’ll be watching the anime when it comes out,” Oikawa says grinning. “But yeah, I do.”
Iwaizumi sighs. “Fine.”
Oikawa and Hanamaki cheer.
“But not anything they’ve written so far.”
“Wait, why not?”
Iwaizumi grimaces, glaring at his food. “Not interested.”
“We should feed giant_lizard-san a plot,” Hanamaki suggests, eyes widening. “Do you think they take commissions?”
Oikawa’s eyebrows furrow. “I don’t know—I don’t think they have any socials.”
“You could leave the idea in the comments,” Matsukawa suggests as he cleans his plate; Iwaizumi wonders how he could finish eating that quickly.
“Oh, I guess we can.”
“Iwaizumi,” Hanamaki calls. “What would you read?”
“I don’t care,” Iwaizumi says exhaustedly. “As long as it’s no more than five thousand words.”
“That’s short!”
Iwaizumi ignores Oikawa.
Hanamaki hums contemplatively.
“They could write something canon compliant,” Matsukawa suggests.
“They’ve never written anything canon compliant, though.”
“Do you think they’d write Demon King Iwata?” Oikawa muses aloud, and Iwaizumi feels the way he tenses, the way he sits a little straighter as he pushes another bite into his mouth. “I always thought Iwata would make a hot demon.”
“Maybe?” Hanamaki leans back against the couch to think. “But I don’t know if that’ll be less than five thousand words.”
Oikawa sighs. “True. It probably sounds more like fifteen thousand or something. It would be an interesting trope, though—Demon King Iwata and human Oki.”
“Human Oki?” Iwaizumi finds himself echoing, and Oikawa nods.
“Like, imagine if Iwata accidentally summons a human to his realm? And then falls in love with said human.”
“That sounds like something Oki would do,” Matsukawa corrects as he collects the plates. Iwaizumi stands to take it from him, but Matsukawa just waves him off and moves to set them in the kitchen sink.
Hanamaki nods in agreement. “Demon King Oki and Human Iwata, who he accidentally summons.”
Oikawa blinks. “Oh. That actually does sound good.”
Iwaizumi’s phone chimes with a text then; he glances down to read it, quickly typing out a I’ll let them know in reply. “Dad says there’s ice cream in the freezer.”
“Vanilla?” Oikawa asks excitedly, and Iwaizumi shrugs.
“Probably. He knows you like that stuff.”
“I’m gonna eat it all,” Hanamaki declares, standing up quickly and running towards the kitchen.
Oikawa flounders for a second before screaming as he races Hanamaki for the ice cream.
Iwaizumi sighs, rolling his eyes, but lets the fond smile sit on his lips unabashedly. He types back a response to his dad’s newest text and tucks the phone into his pocket. When he enters the kitchen, Oikawa and Matsukawa are stabbing ferociously at the tub with a spoon while Hanamaki helps himself to the mint chocolate ice cream Iwaizumi buys as a joke.
Iwaizumi grabs a spoon from the utensils drawer and scoops up some mint chocolate from the tub Hanamaki’s hoarding, cackling when Oikawa and Matsukawa yell as he drops a spoonful of mint chocolate on top of the white, unblemished vanilla. He laughs harder when Oikawa throws a spoonful of sticky dairy at him. When they coat his dining room in melted chocolate and vanilla, Iwaizumi finds himself grinning all the more.
Fanfic ideas (Tooru’s)
- Canon compliant; takes place in chapter 51. After Iwata and Oki are seen together in Shiratorizashi, rumours spread of their supposed betrothal
Oki constantly asks Iwata if he would still love him as a worm throughout the years. When they get married, Iwata ends his vows with, “And yes, Haruki, I would love you if you were a worm”- Iwata is an idol, and Oki manages one of his fansites
Modern AU; reincarnation of Oki explores the castle ruins in Aobajousen, where he meets Iwata’s waiting ghostIwata and Oki play high school volleyball. They’re also childhood best friends- A/B/O (?); Iwata is a beta and Oki is an alpha (??). They grew up together, and Oki is in love with Iwata, but they’re not allowed to mate (????) since Oki is the head alpha’s son and needs to produce heirs (???????)
College AU; Oki accidentally sends a suggestive/questionable picture to a random number (Iwata)- Canon compliant (divergence?); takes place in chapter 148, except Iwata and Oki lose contact during the war. They meet again on the battlefield, when Iwata is assigned to Oki’s army
Oki and Iwata fall in love again and again over the course of 6 lifetimes, but they never are able to get together for reasons XYZ. Until the 7th reincarnation- Oki is the bastard prince of Kingdom A and is an outcast within the castle. Iwata is the crown prince of Kingdom B who is his soulmate
- Iwata and Oki grew up together, fell in love, broke up and fell in love again
- Canon compliant (post-canon?); Oki soothes Iwata whenever he wakes up from the nightmares
- Canon compliant; anywhere between chapters 74-81. Oki realises he’s in love with Iwata and almost loses him in battle
- Oki is a demon king who accidentally summons Human Iwata from another universe and they fall in love
Gokuhi and giant_lizard bleed into the back of their minds as the interhigh quickly approaches; Oikawa leads practice with an even hungrier gusto, eyes sharp as he helps correct the first years and refine the second years’ pre-existing skills. The third years are tasked with analysing their practices, and soon the evenings he and Oikawa spend at each other’s houses are filled with volleyball jargon and analyses.
They do well in the interhigh—only to fall once more to Shiratorizawa in the finals. Iwaizumi accepts the defeat with clenched teeth, but there’s a burning anger sitting at the pit of his stomach. Oikawa, too, bears an anger not much different than his own, but the rage blazes in his eyes like wildfire, and Iwaizumi notes the hard grip he has on Ushijima’s hand as they shake on the conclusion to the game.
Their loss leads Oikawa back to the gym, back to late nights spent serving ball after ball across the court, and Iwaizumi sits through each session with him until the hour and minute hands inch a little too close to the city-mandated curfew. Sometimes, he joins Oikawa and spikes a few balls over the net. Other times, he just watches, carefully prying the ball from Oikawa’s hands once it gets a little too late.
He should’ve coaxed Oikawa away from the sport more because one second Oikawa is fine, and the next he’s crumpled on the ground, hand clutching his knee as he screams out in agony.
They head to the emergency room as soon as Iwaizumi calls Oikawa’s parents. Iwaizumi’s dad is on rotation and meets them there; he checks Oikawa’s knee with a frown and exchanges a few words with his parents, and Iwaizumi squeezes Oikawa’s hand as he glares down at his leg, silence ringing between them.
He’s referred to an orthopaedic doctor on rotation, and Iwaizumi hangs out in his dad’s office as they complete Oikawa’s assessment. It’s well past curfew now, and his eyes begin to flutter with exhaustion.
When he wakes, Oikawa’s standing before him with crutches. His parents are just outside the door, smiling softly at Iwaizumi.
“We already have the futon out,” Oikawa’s mother tells him as they clamber into their family car.
“Do you need to grab anything from your place, Hajime?” Oikawa’s dad asks, to which Iwaizumi just shakes his head.
“I have stuff in Tooru’s room.”
He nods, and Iwaizumi goes back to staring at the barely visible reflection Oikawa leaves on the car window.
Later, when they’re alone, with Iwaizumi tucked under the futon right by the bed, Oikawa’s voice finds him.
“Two weeks of rest,” he whispers, and Iwaizumi hums back.
“Can you still come to school?”
“Yeah,” he affirms, “just—no stairs.”
“So I’m carrying you to your classroom, then?”
Iwaizumi hears the slow crack of Oikawa’s smile. “Won’t Iwa-chan just drag my legs across the floor? I’m five centimetres taller, after all.”
“Have fun crawling up the stairs,” Iwaizumi mutters as he rolls onto his side.
Oikawa laughs. “Hey, Iwa-chan.”
“What?”
“Wanna sleep here?”
He turns his head and squints through the darkness; Oikawa’s smiling down softly at him, quietly pleading. “Your knee.”
“You can sleep on my left.”
“Fine,” Iwaizumi concedes, moving out of the futon and sliding underneath the covers beside Oikawa.
Their arms press against each other, and Oikawa yawns. “Minatozaki-sensei is going to kill me tomorrow. I haven’t done the maths homework.”
“I’ll start planning your funeral, then.”
“Hey, Iwa-chan.”
“No, you can’t copy mine. Goodnight, Oikawa.”
Oikawa huffs but just wraps an arm around Iwaizumi’s bicep. He presses his nose against Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Goodnight.”
2 kawas and their subs
July 15, 2012
Tooru [10:31 PM]
guys
have you seen this !!(⊃ Д)⊃≡ﾟ ﾟ
https://www.ao3.icu/works/40110204Hanamaki [10:31 PM]
whats thatMatsukawa [10:31 PM]
Yeah I’ve read itHanamaki [10:31 PM]
ohs hit
is tahtTooru [10:32 PM]
GIANT_LIZARD-SANS NEW FIC!!!!!!!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°Hanamaki [10:32 PM]
DID GIANT_LIZARD PSOT A NEWF ICMatsukawa [10:32 PM]
Can you not type Hanamaki lolHanamaki [10:32 PM]
FUCK
I NED TO READ??Matsukawa [10:32 PM]
It’s pretty goodTooru [10:32 PM]
..pretty good??????Hanamaki [10:32 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Matsukawa’s “Can you not type Hanamaki lmao”
also fcku u isseiMatsukawa [10:32 PM]
Oho on first name basis are we TakahiroTooru [10:33 PM]
pretty good????????????? (╬⓪益⓪)Hanamaki [10:33 PM]
mhmmmm is it..
tickilng ur kokoroTooru [10:33 PM]
MATTUSN YOU ARE BANEND FROM THE GIANT_LIZARD FANCLUB 凸ಠ益ಠ)凸Matsukawa [10:33 PM]
Maybe a little more than thatMatsukawa [10:33 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Tooru’s “MATTUSN YOU ARE BANEND FROM THE GIANT_LIZARD FANCLUB凸ಠ益ಠ)凸”
Also what the fuckTooru [10:33 PM]
HOW FUCKING DARE YOU CALL GIANT_LIZARD-SANS FIC ““““PRETTY GOOD””””Matsukawa [10:33 PM]
Sorry typoHanamaki [10:33 PM]
thts a hsitty typoMatsukawa [10:34 PM]
You would know all about typosHanamaki [10:34 PM]
fuck uTooru [10:34 PM]
giant_lizard is litearlly the shakespeaker of our generationHanamaki [10:34 PM]
shakepseakrMatsukawa [10:34 PM]
ShakespeakerMatsukawa [10:34 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Hanamaki’s “shakepseakr”
You can’t even bully Oikawa correctlyHanamaki [10:34 PM]
listen my tpyos are an astheticHanamaki [10:35 PM]
its prat of my brsndTooru [10:35 PM]
makki you have no aesthetic
you’re just a messHamanamki [10:35 PM]
fkuck u???????Matsukawa [10:35 PM]
SureHanamaki [10:35 PM]
eyyMatsukawa [10:35 PM]
EyTooru [10:35 PM]
i’m gonna ban you both from this chat (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)Matsukawa [10:35 PM]
Lol ok we can go back to talking about Come Morning LightHanamaki [10:35 PM]
ohr ignt shit
lemme raed rq
brbMatsukawa [10:36 PM]
You should get Iwaizumi to read it tooTooru [10:36 PM]
will he even read it tho （；¬＿¬)Matsukawa [10:36 PM]
He said he would read the next one if it’s less than 5K
Then you can turn this chat into giant_lizard’s official fanclubTooru [10:36 PM]
omg
you’re so fuckign right
where’s iwa-chanMatsukawa [10:36 PM]
You’re not together rn?Tooru [10:36 PM]
IWA-CHANNNNNNNN
IWA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTooru [10:40 PM]
@Iwaizumi Hajime
@Iwaizumi HajimeTooru [10:42 PM]
@Iwaizumi HajimeMatsukawa [10:43 PM]
He’s going to kill you lol[10:43 PM]
What the fuck
Oikawa TooruTooru [10:43 PM]
iwa-channn~~ Σ(*ﾉ´>ω<｡`)ﾉ
i missed you ⌒ﾟ(❀>◞౪◟<)ﾟ⌒Matsukawa [10:43 PM]
Disgusting[10:43 PM]
I literally was just over at your house
Also what the fuck are all these messagesMatsukawa [10:43 PM]
We’re converting the chat into an official giant_lizard fanclubMatsukawa [10:44 PM]
You’re automatically a member[10:44 PM]
WhatTooru [10:44 PM]
https://www.ao3.icu/works/40110204
giant_lizard-san posted a new fic!!!!!
you should read it 。（＞ω＜。）[10:44 PM]
No thanksTooru [10:44 PM]
YOU SAID YOU WOULD THO (´；д；`)[10:44 PM]
Oikawa I know nothing about the fandomMatsukawa [10:45 PM]
You know just the other day you were saying how you can’t read Gokuhi because Oikawa spoiled the entire plot for youTooru [10:45 PM]
!!!!!!!!!!
exactly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks to me you have knowledge~~
so you have no excuses iwa-chan!! (｡-｀へ´-｡)Hanamaki [10:45 PM]
guysTooru [10:45 PM]
wtf makki??
you finished reading alreayd??????????Hanamaki [10:45 PM]
that was the msot beusitful thing ive ever redMatsukawa [10:46 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Oikawa’s “you finished reading alreayd??????????”
It’s only 1.2KHanamaki [10:46 PM]
ture fkcing loveTooru [10:46 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Matsukawa’s “It’s only 1.2K”
ok mr speedyMatsukawa [10:46 PM]
?
How long did it take you?Tooru [10:46 PM]
..i refuse to answer that questionHanamaki [10:46 PM]
oiwksa my dud eMatsukawa [10:46 PM]
Oikawa’s illiterateTooru [10:46 PM]
I AM NOT
i just wannna read giant_lizard-san’s words slowly ok?????Tooru [10:47 PM]
yk take it all inHanamaki [10:47 PM]
ok valid
anyeay wheres kwakzjmiMatsukawa [10:47 PM]
I can’t believe you spelled his name that incorrectlyTooru [10:47 PM]
yeah makki!!!!!!
wtfHanamaki [10:47 PM]
wtf is thjs iwaiznis fanclub?????Matsukawa [10:47 PM]
Iwaizumi has never misspelt your name before and this is how you repay him[10:47 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Hanamaki’s “anyeay wheres kwakzjmi”
The fic sucksTooru [10:47 PM]
(๑･◡･๑)Matsukawa [10:48 PM]
ㄴ In reply to Iwaizumi’s “The fic sucks”
You deserve to have your name misspeltHanamaki [10:48 PM]
yesh wtf
oiakws kick him out of the fsnckubYou have been removed from the group 2 kawas and their subs
giant_lizard official fanclub
July 16, 2012
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Hanamaki [1:17 AM]
gdi oiakwa
“Hey,” Hanamaki calls as he exits out onto the roof, a melon bread and curry bread in hand.
Matsukawa stares at them as though they personally offended him. “What the fuck is that combination?”
“Entrée,” Hanamaki explains as he lifts the curry bread with one hand. He settles in between Matsukawa and Oikawa and lifts the melon bread with his other hand. “Dessert.”
“That’s just carbs on carbs,” Iwaizumi fires back, and Hanamaki stares pointedly at his yakisoba bread.
Oikawa snickers as Iwaizumi shoves the rest of his lunch into his mouth. “Well, the Spring Tournament Qualifiers are over. What we eat doesn’t really matter as much.”
Hanamaki nods in agreement, then rips his curry bread package open.
Matsukawa shovels rice from his bento into his mouth. “Aren’t you trying to go pro?”
Oikawa shrugs, biting into his milk bun. “Chweading a lil’ doeshn’t hut.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Iwaizumi scolds in disgust, and Oikawa swallows with a roll of his eyes.
“We would’ve had practice today,” Hanamaki laments quietly, staring at the sky. “What are we supposed to do instead?”
“Live our lives like regular third-years, I guess.”
“Are you saying we didn’t before?”
“I guess we have more time to do stuff now.” Matsukawa counts off his fingers. “Karaoke, shopping, arcade, movies.”
Oikawa slams his empty milk bread wrapper on the ground. “Weekly Shonen Jump came out yesterday.”
Hanamaki brings his hand down from his chest. “What the fuck, Oikawa. I thought you were opposed to something Matsukawa said.”
“Well, his ideas are boring,” Oikawa says, shrugging. “Except karaoke—we should do that some time.”
“Loser with the lowest score buys everyone dinner,” Iwaizumi suggests as he reaches for the can of coffee Oikawa had bought him; he pulls the tab open and tips his head back to swallow.
Matsukawa grins. “Oh, you’re so on.”
“I want ramen,” Hanamaki pipes, and Iwaizumi nods in agreement. They stare at Oikawa.
“Why are you all staring at me?”
“Because obviously you’ll lose,” Iwaizumi says, and Oikawa glares over at him with indignation.
“Fuck you all, I’m the only one who can somewhat sing.”
“Everyone knows you don’t need to sing well for karaoke,” Hanamaki counters easily. “You just got to sing loud as hell.”
“I’m still going to win,” Oikawa argues, and Matsukawa shrugs.
“Whatever you say, Captain. I want mine with dan dan noodles, by the way.”
“You guys suck.”
Hanamaki snickers. “Anyway, I’m down to drop by Seven-Eleven today.”
“We can’t go to karaoke if we’re getting copies of Weekly Shonen Jump,” Iwaizumi points out.
“Maybe if you read Gokuhi, you can join us in reading this week’s chapter.”
“I’m good,” he declines, and Oikawa sighs, leaning over to rest his head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder in some sort of dramatic display of exasperation.
Matsukawa closes his bento box. “Oh, giant_lizard posted a fic last night.”
“What the fuck,” Iwaizumi says just as Oikawa shoots straight up again. “How the fuck do you know that?”
“I’m subscribed,” Matsukawa explains plainly as Hanamaki reaches for his phone to obviously search for said author’s profile.
“You’ve read it already?” Oikawa prompts, and Iwaizumi sighs. He takes Oikawa’s second milk bread and splits it in half.
“I haven’t!” Hanamaki warns them both, shuffling away with venom in his gaze. “Don’t you fucking dare ruin this for me.”
Oikawa rolls his eyes. “Go sit in the corner, then.”
Hanamaki stands, scrunching his nose at Oikawa, then shuffles to the opposite side of the roof with his melon bread dangling from his mouth. Iwaizumi contemplates joining him, but he has a feeling reading the fic aloud to Iwaizumi isn’t something beneath Hanamaki, so he stays with Oikawa and Matsukawa.
“What do you think?” Oikawa prompts, eyes wide, and Iwaizumi stares at the way Oikawa’s mouth parts in awe.
Matsukawa hums contemplatively as he leans back against the chain-link fence. “I liked it.”
Iwaizumi’s shoulders sag in relief; Oikawa nods enthusiastically.
He turns to Iwaizumi. “You should read it, Iwa-chan.”
“No,” is the automatic answer, then, just in case, adds, “Too long.”
Oikawa’s eyes glimmer. “You checked it out!”
Iwaizumi curses internally. “I still have their profile open from last time.”
Matsukawa snorts. “Sure.”
“This one’s lighthearted,” Oikawa attempts to convince. “Mostly crack.”
“Crack?”
“Cocaine,” Matsukawa says.
“A plot that’s purposely, ridiculously outlandish,” Oikawa corrects with a swat to the top of Matsukawa’s head. “Why the Hell Am I Here? is pretty simple, really. It’s just—”
“What the fuck,” Hanamaki screams from across the roof, and Iwaizumi jolts as three pairs of eyes turn to glance down at him. “Isn’t this that one trope we talked about before?”
Oikawa blinks. “What do you mean?”
Hanamaki races over and returns to his spot between Oikawa and Matsukawa. He shoves his phone in Oikawa’s face. “Read the tags.”
“Demon King Oki,” Oikawa reads. “Human Iwata, Dimension Travel, Summoning, Fantasy, Magic, Crack—what’s wrong with it?”
“Tap on the Demon King Oki tag,” Hanamaki instructs, and Oikawa’s brow furrows as he obeys.
Iwaizumi watches as the page loads onto some page with a lowercase t icon for an image.
“This tag has not been marked common and can't be filtered on (yet),” Oikawa reads, and suddenly, Iwaizumi’s stomach drops, because below that description is a single work, and Hanamaki stands to point at his phone screen.
“It’s the only one!” he screams triumphantly, cackling maniacally, before leaning against the fence with a grin. “So, which one of you was it?”
“Which one of us what?”
“Which one of you commissioned giant_lizard-san?”
Oikawa’s the next to scramble onto his feet. He glances down at Matsukawa and Iwaizumi with wide eyes. “You commissioned giant_lizard-san?!”
“No,” Matsukawa says, eyebrows furrowing, and Iwaizumi tips his head back again to drink more of the coffee.
He scrunches his nose when he’s done. “Why would I commission giant_lizard anything?”
“He’s got a point,” Hanamaki whispers to Oikawa, who nods.
“So, Mattsun, then.”
“Nope,” Matsukawa denies again. “What would I have commissioned anyway?”
Oikawa pauses. He turns to Hanamaki. “Wait, why do you think one of us commissioned giant_lizard-san?”
“Do you remember several months ago when we went over to Iwaizumi’s house and covered his entire dining room in ice cream?”
“Yes?”
Matsukawa’s eyes widen. “No way. Do you really think—”
“One work under the tag?” Hanamaki cuts, gesturing at his phone. “And he accidentally summons a human Iwata?”
“What are you talking about?” Oikawa whines, and Hanamaki clasps Oikawa by the shoulders.
“Do you remember that fic idea you thought of?”
Oikawa blinks. “I come up with a lot of ideas, Makki.”
“You do?”
“Yeah?” Oikawa tilts his head. “Well, I guess I hardly ever tell you two. It’s mostly just Iwa-chan who has to suffer.”
“So you acknowledge you were torturing me,” Iwaizumi grumbles, and Oikawa winks down at him.
Hanamaki’s eyebrows furrow. “Well, regardless, guess what fic giant_lizard published last night?”
“Demon King Oki?” Oikawa answers.
“And what was your fic idea from that day?”
“Demon King—” Oikawa pauses, eyes widening. “What the fuck.”
“What the fuck indeed,” Hanamaki agrees.
Oikawa glances down at Matsukawa again. “Are you sure you didn’t—”
“I would know if I paid someone to write your idea, won’t I?” Matsukawa’s eyebrows furrow. “Besides, we’ve been busy with volleyball. I haven’t read or thought about giant_lizard since we talked about Come Morning Light in our group chat when it dropped.”
“Could it be a coincidence?” Iwaizumi suggests, but Oikawa and Hanamaki both shake their heads.
“I mean, isekais aren’t uncommon, but there’s only one Demon King Oki work,” Hanamaki argues. “I checked the Demon Oki tag, and there are a bunch of works, but they’re mostly smut. If they aren’t, then Oki’s just a demon lord or whatever.”
“You looked through the entire tag?”
“The first few pages,” Hanamaki admits. “But either way, no Demon King Oki crack summoning human Iwata.”
“So it is my idea,” Oikawa marvels in wonder, but then there’s something cloudy dancing in his eyes, and Iwaizumi winces when Oikawa scoffs in offence. “They wrote my idea!”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Iwaizumi tries, and Oikawa pauses, blinking contemplatively.
“I guess it can be,” he finally decides, and Iwaizumi’s shoulders sag. Oikawa’s frown returns, but this time he’s glaring at Matsukawa and Hanamaki. “Okay, one of you is lying.”
“Why us?!”
“I didn’t tell giant_lizard-san about my idea! So it has to be one of you.”
“Why not Iwaizumi?!”
“He gives two shits about giant_lizard-san,” Oikawa mumbles, and Iwaizumi feels a breath escape him. “You two, though…”
“Not me,” Matsukawa denies, while Hanamaki complains, “Why would I commission them your idea when I could commission mine?”
Oikawa collects his trash and shoves them into his pocket. “I’m going to find out which of you it was.”
Hanamaki gawks as Oikawa turns to leave the roof. They watch him stick a tongue out at them again before closing the door behind him, the echoes of his footsteps slowly falling into a decrescendo.
Matsukawa stands with his bento box. “Well, he should be happy. He got a fic accidentally written by his favourite author.”
Hanamaki crosses his arms. “Do you think if I comment a fic plot under one of their fics, giant_lizard would write me something too?”
Iwaizumi snorts as he, too, stands. He downs the rest of the coffee and crushes it in his hand. “No.”
“I’m going to leave a comment,” Hanamaki says anyway, heading off first.
Matsukawa opens the door for Iwaizumi. As Iwaizumi passes, he says, “Who do you think told giant_lizard?”
Iwaizumi forces out a laugh and a shrug. “Beats me.”
[...]
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exasperatedmoron
demon daddy can take me hostage any day DKSJDKLAJ but omg i love the almost-but-not-really stockholm syndrome moment BUT IT’S SUPER CUTE AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCHReply | Thread | Freeze Thread | Delete | Block
akaaaaashi05
A friend recommended this to me. I don’t actually know anything about Gokuakuhitou, and I’m not the biggest fan of fantasy, but this was an enjoyable read. Have you ever thought of becoming a light novel author? This would do well as one, I think. If you need a beta reader for that, let me know. I’d be happy to help.Reply | Thread | Freeze Thread | Delete | Block
iwaoki
WAIT THIS WAS SO CUTE IM SCREAMING???????? I LOVE THE WAY YOU PORTRAY OKI, HES SO ADORABLE I WANNA NOM T-T THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS SENSEIReply | Thread | Freeze Thread | Delete | Block
okidokidoki
giant_lizard-san ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`) you did it again omg!!!!!!! i’m so !! amazed at how you can write really sad pieces and then come up with something this funny like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oki and iwata are soso cute as always, they are soulmates, try to change my mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!although...if i’m honest........something about this fic seems reallyyyyy familair..maybe it’s nostalgia! o(≧∇≦o)
as usual, my favourite line~~ well it’s more of a scene:
Iwata holds Oki’s face in his hands and kisses him on the lips.
“Huh,” he says, and Oki watches with wide eyes filled with marvel as Iwata’s lips curl into a smirk. “I really thought that’d break the spell.”
“What spell?”
“Doesn’t true love’s kiss usually turn the ugly beast into a handsome prince?”
“Iwattan, rude! I’m very handsome, you know!”
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okidokidoki
GIANT_LIZARD-SAN, YOU ARE STILL THE GREATEST AUTHOR OF ALL TIME BUT IT IS RUDE TO TAKE SOMEONES PLOT WITHOUT PERMISSION YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!! ;-; SO WHO WAS IT??? MAKKI???? MATTSUN????? WHICH ONE OF THOSE FUCKERS SOLD YOU THIS PLOT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (thank you for writing this tho, it is everything i’ve ever eneded (๑´ლ`๑)ﾌﾌ♡)Reply | Thread | Parent Thread | Freeze Thread | Delete | Block
“Hello?”
“Good evening, giant_lizard-sama.”
Iwaizumi freezes. He checks the caller ID.
The grin on the other end of the line is palpable against his ear. “Or do you prefer giant_lizard-sensei?”
“Why the fuck are you calling me, Matsukawa?” he asks, inhaling sharply.
Matsukawa’s voice is low and long. “Why didn’t you tell us you write Gokuhi fanfiction? I thought you didn’t even read it.”
“I haven’t,” Iwaizumi denies, glancing down at his unfinished lab report. His knee bounces.
Matsukawa hums. “But you do admit you write Gokuhi fanfiction.”
Iwaizumi closes his eyes. Presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose then sets down the pencil he’d been spinning in his hand. “Why. Are you calling me?”
“You don’t have to hide it from us, you know.” A close of a door. “There’s nothing embarrassing about writing fanfiction.”
“I know that.” Iwaizumi sighs. “Is that all?”
Matsukawa hums again. “So, you love Oikawa enough to write stories based on a manga you’ve never read?”
Iwaizumi swallows.
Matsukawa continues to hum.
“I’m hanging up,” Iwaizumi announces, then presses the end call button.
Ten seconds later, his phone rings again.
He sends it to voicemail. It rings again.
And again.
And again.
He picks it up in irritation. “What?”
“Mattsun said you hung up on him.”
Iwaizumi groans. “He called me for no fucking reason, and I’m trying to get through my lab report, so yeah. I hung up on him.”
“That’s not what he said,” Oikawa says. “He said he was going through a life crisis, and you abandoned him.”
“Are you texting him right now?”
“Yes?”
Iwaizumi taps his pencil against the desk. “Tell him to piss off.”
There’s a chime on Oikawa’s end. “He said, ‘Deny all you want, but I know the truth.’ Why the fuck is he being so ominous?”
“It’s Matsukawa,” Iwaizumi mumbles. “He thinks it’s funny if he acts all ominous and shit because his parents run a funeral home.”
Oikawa clicks his tongue. “Mattsun said, ‘Oh, and have fun writing a fic for a manga series you’ve never read, you whipped ass.’ You’re writing a fic for Gokuhi?”
“I am not,” Iwaizumi says, conceding as he sets his pencil down. He’s just going to have to wake up early and finish the lab report.
“Why does Mattsun say you are, then?”
Iwaizumi throws his head back and stares at the ceiling. There’s a drawing that Oikawa made for him back when they were eight, plastered right above his bed. He doesn’t remember how it got up there, but Oikawa thinks it’s cute that it is where it is, so he left it. “Stop texting Matsukawa.”
“Well, you’re not telling me anything,” Oikawa grumbles, and there’s another chime. “He said you have a fic idea? I wanna know!”
“I’m going to murder him,” Iwaizumi mutters under his breath as he rises to fall onto his bed.
More keyboard taps. “He won’t tell me what it is.”
“Probably because there isn’t one.”
“He said there is, and you’re just shy. Aw, Iwa-chan, are you embarrassed to share with me?”
“Shut up,” Iwaizumi mumbles, blushing, but there’s a small smile on his face.
“Iwa-chan’s so cute,” Oikawa teases, and Iwaizumi feels his cheeks redden even further. “I promise I won’t make fun of you.”
Iwaizumi snorts.
“I’m serious! Iwa-chan never makes fun of me when I’m telling him my ideas, so. It’s the least I can do.”
“The bar is so low,” Iwaizumi mumbles, and Oikawa snickers. He sighs, turning so that he’s facing his desk. The picture his dad took of him and Oikawa in their second year of middle school stares back; Oikawa has his arm looped around his shoulders, and Iwaizumi is scowling, scolding a laughing Oikawa for something he can barely remember. Their cheeks are red, kissed by exertion; their eyes are alive. Oikawa’s gaze, staring over at his scowling face, is so, so full of love.
He takes a deep breath.
“In which Iwata writes Oki fanfiction,” Iwaizumi begins, “based on Oki’s favourite manga series.”
Oikawa’s silent for a moment, but when he speaks, Iwaizumi hears the smile. “Yeah?”
“That’s the gist of it, I guess.”
“It’s cute,” Oikawa compliments. “Iwata sounds whipped.”
Iwaizumi laughs. “I guess he is.”
“You should write it.”
“Yeah?”
“And then gift it to me,” Oikawa demands, and Iwaizumi guffaws. Oikawa whines. “I’m serious! I want to be the reason for Iwa-chan’s first story.”
“Trust me,” Iwaizumi says through laughter and bright, red cheeks, “I wouldn’t write fanfiction for any other reason.”
“Iwa-chan’s in love with me,” Oikawa sings, grinning audibly, then laughs. “Well, I guess that makes us even, then.”
His heart thunders against his chest. “Yeah?”
“Mhm. But I still want a fic.”
Iwaizumi snorts. “I’ll think about it.”
“I want it before Christmas.”
“You write the fic, then.”
“I’d rather die.”
“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines.
“I’ll think about writing it,” Iwaizumi repeats. “Goodnight, Oikawa.”
Oikawa humphs. “Fine, be that way. Don’t forget to bring me milk bread tomorrow.”
“When did I agree to that?”
“Just now! Bye!”
The line cuts off, and Iwaizumi blinks at the photo of a younger, laughing Oikawa, arm looped around a younger, scowling Iwaizumi. He sighs, letting his arm drop to his side and removing his phone from his ear.
A fic, he thinks. For Oikawa. One that he’s fully aware Iwaizumi likely intends to write.
His phone dings with a new notification—an email, telling him ten more people left kudos on this is the last time. Oikawa’s flushed cheeks and bright eyes flashes through his mind, his lips reading Iwaizumi lines he wrote himself.
He throws himself off the bed and sets his lab report aside. He’ll finish that in the morning.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Gokuakuhitou (The Edge of Dawn) Relationships: Iwata Shiro/Oki Haruki Characters: Iwata Shiro, Oki Haruki, Hanasaki Shoji, Maekawa Orochi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Writer Iwata Shiro, Reader Oki Haruki, Or Iwata writes fanfiction for an Oblivious Oki, Iwata Shiro is Whipped, Fluff, Humor, Iwata Shiro is a Little Shit, Oki Haruki is a Little Shit, There’s a fictional fandom that Oki is in, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers Language: Japanese Stats: Published: 2012-11-06, Words: 10523, Chapters: 1/1, Hits: 0
every word i write for you
giant_lizardSummary:
It’s kind of absurd, he thinks, that he’s doing this at all. He’s never read a single panel of the manga, barely knows any of the characters, and yet he’s taking Oki’s idea and expanding it into ten thousand and five hundred words.
Whipped, his brain supplies, to which he responds, I know.
or, in which Iwata is so whipped he secretly writes fanfiction for Oki based on Oki’s favourite manga series, which he has never actually read.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
this is the last time by tiny_lizard
Haikyuu!!No Archive Warnings Apply, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Reincarnation, Getting Together, Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Actually Unrequited Love
They say trial and error leads to eventual success, but seven lifetimes later, Oikawa still finds Iwaizumi slipping from his fingers.
Language: Japanese Words: 43928 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 84 Kudos: 539 Bookmarks: 92 Hits: 9384
He’s sprawled face-down across his bed when Oki barges into his room on a late Monday after the sun has gone down, leaving only the briefest spread of stars to wink down at them from outside his window. Iwata peeks from underneath the blankets as Oki unceremoniously drops his bag on the floor before flopping face down onto Iwata’s back; Iwata grunts, wriggling against his pillow, and attempts to smack Oki’s butt with his heel.
“Get off me, Asshole-Oki,” he mumbles, burrowing his face into his pillow.
Oki just laughs, his breath tickling Iwata’s nape, and wraps his arms around Iwata from on top of the blanket. “Iwattan makes a good teddy bear.”
[...]
Notes:Sorry for stealing all your plots, Shittykawa
He’s half asleep when Oikawa pounces on him, and he gasps, eyes snapping open.
“Iwa-chan, what the fuck!”
Iwaizumi coughs, rolling over as he squints at the bright lights engulfing his room. His eyes flicker to the clock on his desk; it’s barely eight. “What the fuck, Oikawa.”
“I asked you first,” Oikawa protests, and Iwaizumi sighs, shaking Oikawa off his back and into the spot beside him.
He throws a leg over Oikawa’s body and pins him in place. His eyes flutter close. “One hour.”
Oikawa’s quiet, but then he chuckles, muted and low. “I guess I can sleep another hour.”
When Iwaizumi wakes at nearly ten, Oikawa is already up, scrolling through his phone with one arm under Iwaizumi’s head. Iwaizumi groans as he allows himself to adjust to the sunlight seeping fully through the window; Oikawa’s gaze falls on him, fond and soft.
“Morning,” Oikawa greets.
Iwaizumi turns his head to look at him. “You need to shave.”
Oikawa stares at him, deadpan. “You’re so unromantic.”
“Hm,” Iwaizumi hums lazily. He sits up and stretches. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten,” Oikawa announces, sitting up too. He immediately pushes his phone into Iwaizumi’s face. “What’s this?”
Iwaizumi leans back and squints. “Uh, Archive of Our Own?”
“I know that. I meant the fic.”
He blinks, drags his eyes down Oikawa’s screen until he finds every word i write for you in large font. “Oh. Well, you asked me to write you a fic.”
“But that’s giant_lizard-san’s work!”
Iwaizumi nods slowly. “Yes?”
“You’re giant_lizard?!” Oikawa nearly screams, and Iwaizumi winces as he pushes Oikawa’s encroaching face away.
“Can you not yell? It’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, it’s a big deal! My best friend is giant_lizard.”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi repeats as the slow flush begins to creep into his skin. He feels his ears burn. “So?”
“You know, you were almost cool before, but I think you might be cooler than me now,” Oikawa tells him, and Iwaizumi snorts.
“Thanks.”
Oikawa stares at him. “You’re giant_lizard.”
Iwaizumi climbs over him to get off the bed.
Oikawa follows him through his bedroom door and into the kitchen. “You’re the one who wrote my Demon King Oki fic.”
Iwaizumi grabs two bowls from the cabinet. “Hey, can you reheat the leftover rice?”
Oikawa opens the fridge and takes out said bowl, popping it into the microwave. “Wait.”
Iwaizumi halts, chopsticks hovering in the air.
“this is the last time was also my idea.” Oikawa blinks at him. “And Come Morning Light. And I Hear You Through the Night.”
“Um.”
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa calls, eyes trailing after him as Iwaizumi carefully moves around Oikawa to grab the fish his dad had cooked and the pickled vegetables from the fridge. “How many of my ideas did you write?”
Iwaizumi keeps his eyes trained on the food. “How many fics do I have?”
A spatula hits him on the head.
“Ow—Oikawa, what the hell?”
“You wrote all of that without telling me?!” Oikawa screeches, and Iwaizumi winces, shuffling back to the counter. He feels Oikawa press his face against the back of his head. “Iwa-chan, that’s not fair. You can’t write my ideas without telling me!”
“Well, you enjoyed them either way.”
“Fuck,” Oikawa mutters, pulling away. Iwaizumi turns to look at him; Oikawa’s face is half embarrassed, half shy. “Oh my god, I praised your writing to your face.”
Iwaizumi chuckles, ears burning. “It was flattering, to be honest.”
“I can’t believe I complimented you.”
He hits Oikawa with his spoon. “Oi.”
Oikawa snickers, but bashfulness still clings to his cheeks. “You’re a better writer than I thought, Iwa-chan.”
Behind them, the microwave beeps. Iwaizumi’s blush deepens. “Thanks.”
“Iwa-chan is giant_lizard,” Oikawa repeats, smiling dopily, and Iwaizumi feels Oikawa’s arms encircle his waist. “Thank you.”
Iwaizumi chuckles as his heart stutters inside him; he feels Oikawa’s do the same as his lips barely skim the side of his neck. They both shiver.
“You wrote them for me, right?”
“Mostly.” Iwaizumi flips the fish on the pan, then transfers it over to a plate. “Partially for me, too.”
Oikawa removes his face from the crook of his neck, but his arms stay wrapped around Iwaizumi. “For you?”
“Writing your stupid ideas was supposed to shut you up, but honestly all it did was inspire you to annoy me with even more headcanons and ideas.”
“And you still wrote more?” Oikawa teases, and Iwaizumi turns, turns to look at this stupid boy he grew up with and stupidly fell in love with. Oikawa’s eyes wrinkle in the corners as his smile widens, transparent and clear in their message.
“You seemed to like the first one,” he hears himself say. His fingers shut the stove off. “And I liked that.”
Everything in Oikawa’s expression melts, and Iwaizumi’s smile pulls a little wider.
Oikawa presses closer. “Yeah?”
“I like you,” Iwaizumi says, exhaling, and his gaze flickers from Oikawa’s parted lips to the flecks of bronze in his eyes. “Love you.”
Oikawa splits into a grin. “I know.”
Iwaizumi grins back. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Oikawa leans forward. “I love Iwa-chan, too.”
Kissing Oikawa is exhilarating, Iwaizumi decides, but familiar; they move quietly and slowly, deeply and meaningfully, until every single breath has been etched deep into their skins. It’s a declaration more than an epiphany, an exclamation of words unsaid but always known. Oikawa is gentle when he pulls Iwaizumi even closer, fingers slipping under Iwaizumi’s shirt. Iwaizumi is fond as he laughs onto Oikawa’s lips, hands tugging Oikawa downwards and against him even more.
He doesn’t know how long they kiss; when they part, Oikawa is full of laughter. Lazily, he untangles himself from Iwaizumi. “Should I heat up the miso soup?”
“Sure,” Iwaizumi says as he carries the pickled vegetables and reheated fish to the dining table, returning to the kitchen to bring over the rice and utensils, too.
Oikawa follows a moment later with two bowls of miso soup. They settle into their seats and quickly say their thanks.
Iwaizumi’s chopsticks are halfway to his mouth when Oikawa nudges him with his foot.
“Hey, Iwa-chan.”
“Hm?”
“You should edit the author’s notes. Give me credit for my plots.”
Iwaizumi snorts. “Sure.”
“Thank you to my handsome, amazing, ingenious boyfriend for the plot,” Oikawa suggests, winking when Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow.
“Boyfriend?”
“You can’t say no.”
Iwaizumi laughs. “Fine. Boyfriend it is.”
Oikawa cheers, and shovels food into his mouth.
Iwaizumi smiles as his heart fills.
Later, when Oikawa has gone home, he adds another chapter.
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From Archive of Our Own [email protected] To [email protected] Date Nov 8, 2012 at 10:04 PM
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is this you asking me on a date
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From Archive of Our Own [email protected] To [email protected] Date Nov 8, 2012 at 10:04 PM
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i will consider it if you make me the co-author on all your fics, giant_lizard-chan~! (´,,•ω•,,)♡
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“Hey, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa murmurs against his skin, and Iwaizumi hums, leaning back into Oikawa’s chest.
His thumb scrolls through his profile, tapping on his oldest fic.
Oikawa presses a kiss against his cheek. “Love you.”
Iwaizumi tilts his head so that he’s facing Oikawa and aligns their lips together. When they part, Oikawa’s face is flushed and his eyes are starry-bright.
“I want pizza,” he says, and Oikawa sighs as he leans away.
“You’re so unromantic,” Oikawa groans, and Iwaizumi laughs.
He kisses him again.
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