aaaa im so glad and happy to hear that!! 💗💗

slight angst/comfort has entered the chat 🤙🏽

TE LO JURO eu teria me jogado em cima dele pra encher de besos 😩

and he will!! hajime just needs a little more time, probably the second he sees oikawa packing his suitcase again to fly back to argentina, he’s gonna snap and do it 🙏🏽

as u wish, my cya!! 🙂‍↕️💓

IWAIZUMI TOO!!

y estaremos ahí para verlo 🫦

why is my mouth always faster than my mind

ME FALTAN MAYÚSCULAS MÁS GRANDES PARA CHILLAR LEYENDO ESTO

//// i think about iwaoi every single day but lately even more and i refuse to stop 🤙🏽

with one arm, he wraps around tooru’s shoulders; with the other, he curls around his back, pulling him in. as he closes his eyes and tries to drift off again, he reminds himself over and over that they’re best friends. and best friends do this. sometimes.

or so he needs to believe.

and yet, when oikawa lets out another growl complaint and his curls tickle hajime’s chin as he snuggles even closer, iwaizumi exhales. clingy, demanding, whiny, even in his sleep. and still, hajime is completely, hopelessly in love with him, even if tooru doesn’t know.

hajime blinks. once, twice. he’s sure, absolutely sure, that when he got up to go to the bathroom, they weren’t touching. each of them had been sleeping on their own side, leaving a gap between them (a very thin one because they’re two tall, broad guys in a standard-size bed) but still a gap.

sluggishly, he drapes an arm over hajime’s side and nuzzles his face into the space between his neck and shoulder. his breath is warm against hajime’s skin, sending a shiver down it.

“iwa-chan” he mumbles, eyes falling shut again beneath a faint scowl and scrunched nose, “hug.” his words are heavy, dragging as he inches toward hajime like a caterpillar until their bodies touch.

a small, pitiful sound slips out of him, his eyelids flutter and open with effort, just halfway. tooru looks at him, caught somewhere between sleep and waking, and iwaizumi holds his breath.

he’s just about to close his eyes and fall back asleep when oikawa stirs. hajime frowns slightly in the darkness, watching oikawa turn over until they’re face to face.

slowly, guided now only by the dim, warm glow of the streetlamp barely slipping through the curtains, he slips under the sheets after pulling them up a little to cover oikawa better, and settles in with care before relaxing completely.