(Art by Freaka_LoonyZ)

Iwaizumi’s Apartment – Late Evening

The low hum of the air conditioner filled the cozy apartment, blending with the occasional rustling of fabric as Oikawa shifted beside you on the couch. The place smelled like warm cedar and the faint remnants of whatever cologne Iwaizumi had used that morning. You were comfortably settled between them—Oikawa lounging with his legs draped over the armrest, and Iwaizumi sitting with his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a skeptical expression.

Oikawa grinned, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief as he nudged your thigh with his foot. “Sooo, tell me, Caesa,” he purred, tilting his head dramatically. “That guy you went on a date with a while back did it end in a steamy night of passion? Or did it crash and burn like one of Hajime’s pathetic attempts at flirting in college?”

“Oi, shut up.” Iwaizumi’s voice came from your other side, deep and unimpressed. His arms were still crossed, but there was a hint of curiosity behind the annoyance. He wasn’t the type to ask directly, but you could tell he wanted to know too.

Oikawa, ever the instigator, ignored him completely. He leaned in closer, elbows pressing into his knees as he studied your expression. “Wait, wait, don’t tell me, you ghosted him? Or was it the other way around? Oh no, was he bad in bed?” His voice dropped to a whisper, scandalized, before he gasped theatrically. “Or worse.. did he do something weird?”

Iwaizumi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to answer this idiot, Caesa.” But even as he said it, you could see the flicker of anticipation in his sharp green eyes.

Oikawa pouted, but his teasing smirk quickly returned. “Oh, she’s definitely gonna answer. I must know.” He wiggled his fingers like he was summoning some great cosmic truth from you.

Iwaizumi just shook his head, but you could tell, he wanted to know too.