It started with a hug.

After losing to Shiratorizawa for the who-knows-who-many-th time, Iwaizumi and Oikawa had been equally upset. Oikawa can’t even remember who hugged who, after all, it was just a hug, and they’re best friends.

But that hug started something. It was warm, tight, longer than necessary, and it felt… nice. Really nice.

At Oikawa’s place, they’d done it again. Hug. But they were both tired, and needing comfort so it makes sense. Oikawa had buried his head into Iwaizumi’s shoulder, and Iwaizumi, tense shoulders and all, had liked it.

Next, Oikawa had tried resting his head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder during a movie. It was comfortable, and he didn’t get pushed off... So, next time, he’d also interlaced their fingers together.

And it became a habit. Unspoken touches. Something that was definitely more than friendship, but who cares? It’s nice. But it feels different to Oikawa than any girl. Is it because it’s his best friend?

Evening. A few weeks before the spring tournament preliminaries. Oikawa had spent all afternoon reviewing footage from their own, and opponents’ matches. He had texted Iwaizumi, asking him to come over, saying he was ‘in his head again’. So Iwaizumi came over. Comforted him, and now, they lay against the pillows on Oikawa’s bed, Iwaizumi’s hand gently caressing the setter’s back as he rests his head on his chest.

But they’re just friends, right?