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From @kuroo-tetsuroo for @ortokawa

Then One Who Matters

Note: My dear recipient, Happy Valentine’s Day to you, doll! This is my first ever IwaOi, and I really tried my best, so hopefully you will enjoy it. I took liberty with the prompt, because despite how easy your prompt seemed to be, I actually had difficulties with presenting something that would meet the requirements. Again, hopefully you will enjoy it. Best wishes! :)

Pairing chosen: IwaOi

Prompt chosen: Person A and Person B are childhood friends, Person A loves person B, Person B has a girlfriend

‘Iwaizumi-kun?’

Hajime looked up from his book; a really pretty, blonde girl was leaning against the door of his room, and she wore nothing but a pair of knee-high socks and a red and black T-shirt that was sizes bigger than her actual size. She had so many options to choose from, yet she chose this particular T-shirt – it would probably satisfied Hajime’s kinky bastard of a best friend-slash-flatmate.

It was the uniform of the national volleyball team of Japan, with the number four on it.

The girl was watching him intently – she easily got bored while waiting for her useless idiot of a boyfriend, and she tended to wander into Hajime’s personal space, trying to have small, meaningless talks with him. It wasn’t a bad idea, really, since they have known each other for quite a while now, and despite the fact that she was a supermodel and an idol, she was easy to approach and she was rather down-to-earth – still, Hajime would rather keep her at an arm’s length, because he knew what she didn’t.

This relationship wasn’t going to last forever – it’s been a bit more than four months now that she and that loser got together, meaning that she was one of the “record-long” dates that bastard ever had, but Hajime could already see the flaws of this relationship; the “dream couple” spent less and less times together, mostly due to the idiot’s practise regime, but she also had day-long shootings and castings. But at least she was putting some efforts into this relationship; she tried to cook for her “love” and she visited them (much to Hajime’s chagrin) even late at night – to her credits, she has never overstayed her welcome, because she always knew when to leave. She also cleaned if she had nothing else to do while waiting for that idiot, and she tried not to disturb Hajime while he was studying. Overall, she was a really nice and kind-hearted girl, and she really, truly wanted this relationship to work out for them.

But despite her efforts, it was already a lost case, and Hajime had a feeling she knew it already; their relationship was more for the public than for themselves, they looked really good together and on the covers of the magazines – but that was all, and it was kind of sad.

Not like Hajime cared.

'He is late’, she said, probably as an attempt to start a small talk with Hajime, who was trying to avoid her ever since he let her in. 'I wonder what takes him so long…’

He is probably avoiding you, Hajime thought.

'He… doesn’t love me at all, right?’ The question came out of blue – not like Hajime showed any signs of being surprised; she knew that this love was fake, that their relationship was for the audience. 'I… I know it was a mutual agreement at first, but… I have really come to like him.’

A mistake on your part, was all Hajime thought, but he still didn’t say anything. Yes, they started dating because it was beneficial for them: she was a social network celebrity, the girl who was famous for her bikini- and bathroom-selfies (in nothing but her cute, lacy underwear-sets, from which everyone could see that she was a born model), so when they announced their relationship, she was suddenly wanted by the most prestigious model agencies and fashion houses – in exchange, she kept all the other fangirls away. However, Hajime knew that this was bound to happen; that she – just like all the other girls - would end up having feelings for his best friend, that she would want their relationship to be real.

That would never happen, and you know it.

'He doesn’t kiss me unless I ask him to do so. I don’t mind, but… I really care about him, and I… he told me to get a lover the other day.’

Then you should do as he said so. 'Mmm.’

'I can’t help wondering… does he have a lover? Someone he… likes? He wouldn’t tell me something like that unless he has something to… to hide from me. You… you are his best friend, Iwaizumi-kun, do you… know anything?

Of course – the you-are-his-best-friend-card, should I feel guilty or something?

'He doesn’t have time for a lover. He barely has time for anything but practise.’

'I know… Volleyball is really important to him, right?’

'It is.’

It has always been important to him – that, and a couple of other things you would never get to know about. Your relationship is just not strong enough. You are not enough.

'More important than me or you?’, she asked then, and Hajime closed his book. He stood up from his desk, and he started walking towards the tiny kitchen, but he stopped in front of her, finally looking into her dark brown eyes; she was really pretty, he had to admit, and it was probably the reason his friend chose her of all the girls – still, she was just the pretty part of the disguise, nothing more.

'He cares, you know. He should arrive soon, practise ended twenty minutes ago.’

She nodded – and that was when they heard the front door open; the idiot stepped into the apartment, a small but warm smile playing on his lips. He dropped his bag onto the floor and he opened his arms.

'Sorry for being late, darling.’

She let out a relieved laugh and jumped into his arms, hugging her boyfriend tightly; as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, he looked at Hajime over her shoulder – and the look in his eyes

'You made your lady wait, Shittykawa’, he said to his best friend, and he turned his back on the couple.

'Thanks for entertaining my lady, then, Iwa-chan.’

They soon disappeared into the other’s room, leaving Hajime completely alone; he could hear them laugh and they saw them kiss before the door closed behind them – a fake relationship, indeed…

He was still in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to complete making coffee, when the door of the other bedroom open.

'See you soon, dear!’, Hajime heard her whisper.

Clack. Clack. Clack. She was in the tiny hall when she turned back, her eyes meeting Hajime’s. She offered him a small smile.

'Iwaizumi-kun… I thought you were sleeping.’

'Home assignments’, Hajime answered.

'Oh… I hope you can finish it soon – you should sleep, you know, all nighters aren’t fun.’ She shook her head, before she bowed a bit. 'Thank you for everything, you… really are a nice person, Iwaizumi-kun. Good night!’

'Take care.’

She froze, left hand already on the doorknob; Hajime has never said anything to her when she left, he usually acknowledged her by a nod or a short 'night’ or 'morning’, depending on when she visited them – it was probably the first time he said something like that to her. She looked at Hajime over her shoulder, and her initial shock was replaced by a bright, heart-warming smile.

'Thank you… I-I’m leaving then…’

She left, and Hajime turned back to the coffee machine; he knew this night was going to be a sleepless one, so the least he could do was to have a little caffeine in his system – he had to finish his essay, sure, but tomorrow wasn’t the deadline, so there was no need to rush the thing. He really didn’t want to submit some half-assed writings and then get a passing mark, because he wasn’t the type who wanted to “survive” - he was the type who enjoyed and aimed high, he had more in him than just a passing mark.

'Didn’t know you were worried 'bout her.’

Hajime didn’t look up; his coffee was ready, and he poured some into his favourite mug – he then took a sip, enjoying the bitter taste a bit, before he said anything to the other.

'Formality. That’s what it was; it’s dangerous to be outside this late, especially for a girl as pretty as she is.’

He meant it, but not like he cared about it; it wasn’t his job to ask her to stay, it was his boyfriend’s, who clearly didn’t want her to spend the night. His mother would be proud, though - she raised a gentleman, after all, even if he couldn’t care less about Tooru’s girlfriend.

'She deserves better, you know’, Hajime said, putting his mug down and turning around.

There was a tiny, sad smile on the other face, which made a curious contrast to his dishevelled look; his hair was messy and he was wearing a pair of boxers - and one of Hajime’s T-shirts. Oikawa Tooru, setter of the national volleyball team of Japan, who was – by all means – a lady’s man, was now nothing like the man on the cover of the magazines. There were no signs of his usually cheerful manners and the bright, warm smile; he was an ordinary man with handsome features and a body that was envied and desired by many people – this was the man Hajime has known since childhood. It was the Tooru he made friends with when they were five after a fight over a toy spaceship.

This was the Tooru he eventually fell in love with.

'Our relationship is a mutual agreement’, Tooru answered, and he took a step towards Hajime. 'She knows that I don’t feel a thing for her. I use her, and she does the same – just how else do you think she became this popular? She had to become my girlfriend to be this successful in her carrier; this is nothing but an agreement, Iwa-chan…’

'She comes over a lot. She cooks for you, using the ingredients I buy and she makes a mess out of our kitchen’, Hajime said, voice even and devoid of emotions. 'She is annoying, and she won’t leave me alone.’

'Sorry about that, I guess…’, Tooru murmured, as he pressed himself against Hajime, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. Hajime’s breathe hitched in his throat, because Tooru’s hands found their way under the shirt Hajime was wearing. 'Should I break things off with her?’

'Do as you wish’, Hajime hissed, 'you shitty bastard.’

Tooru laughed at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 'Do as I wish? Are you sure, Iwa-chan?’

'Shut the fuck up’, Hajime bit out, albeit without venom in his words; he loved this idiot a bit too much, he was so wrapped around Tooru’s fingers, it was almost pathetic.

Except, it wasn’t. Hajime couldn’t help feeling triumphant, because no matter who this idiot dated – strictly for the public, because all his fans really cared about was who his date was at the moment -, Hajime would always come first. He was Tooru’s first love, first kiss and first time – he was much more than just a casual friend for Tooru. He was also his life coach, his psychologist, his drinking buddy and the only constant point in Tooru’s hectic, chaotic life.

'I can smell her on you’, Hajime growled, because Tooru smelled like his usual self – his favourite menthol shampoo and body spray, mixed with the scent of the laundry detergent Hajime used while washing his clothes -, but with a hint of santal and something flowery around him.

'Then do something about it, Iwa-chan…’, Tooru tempted him in return, knowing full well just how his words were affecting Hajime, who groaned again, and finally, finally, crashed their lips together. Tooru smiled into the kiss first, then he laughed a little, just like he always did whenever Hajime’s possessive behaviour took over. Hajime really didn’t like sharing the one thing he loved the most, but he knew that he had to tolerate the girl – she was part of the disguise, after all, a shield that protected Tooru from even more girls. As long as she was there, no other women – or men – could approach Tooru, meaning that as long as Hajime could tolerate Tooru’s current girlfriend, this bittersweet little secret was safe. It really didn’t matter how much time she spent in their tiny apartment, because Tooru loved him back, and that was all that mattered.

Right now, the only thing he had to do was to make the foreign scent disappear – it was going to be a long and busy night…

His mug was left on the kitchen counter, forgotten, the coffee cold and bitter, because in the end, he didn’t need the caffeine in his system.

Omake

Hajime sighed, and put his leftover coffee into the microwave over; he mentally thanked himself for making coffee yesterday, because he kind of overslept, thanks to his idiot lover, who just wanted to spend “five more minutes” in the bed – five more minutes that turned into twenty-seven, which resulted in Hajime being late from his first course.

Great.

'Is she coming over today?’, he asked the moment he heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the tiny kitchen.

'Probably’, Tooru answered nonchalantly, wrapping his arms around Hajime’s waist, then kissing his cheek. 'I can always tell her not to.’

'Whatever’, Hajime replied, turning his head a bit so he could kiss his idiot properly. 'Be nicer to her, you are a terrible boyfriend.’

Tooru stepped back a bit and he laughed.

Hajime wanted nothing but to kick him.

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