[Haikyuu!!] IwaOi; the most exhilarating ride of all (can be taken with both feet on the ground)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Oikawa/Iwaizumi
Warnings: none
Word Count: 425
The sun gleamed harshly on the metal frames twisting up into its domain. Scorched tarmac competed with the scent of close packed crowds and the fast food cooking that can ever be found around them. It wasn’t the largest amusement park, but on such a summer’s day it was packed.
Dizzy from the noontime heat, Oikawa had sought out shade against a wall in a quieter area. Distanced from the bustle, and the adrenaline from the last ride wearing off with a void left in its wake, he began to wonder if he should even be here.
His thoughts were interrupted with an “oi” and an ice cream cone shoved in his face.
“Stop worrying about it,” Iwaizumi said. “It’s important to have time out too. That was the point of coming.”
It never failed to amaze Oikawa just how well Iwaizumi saw through him. How well he could calm Oikawa with just a few words. He really was lucky for the one day Iwaizumi met all his selfish demands without complaint. Not that he was about to admit as such.
“That psychic link sure is scary,” Oikawa said instead.
“Who’d have a gross thing like that with a dumbass like you,” Iwaizumi scoffed. But he seemed to relax with Oikawa so obviously at ease again.
Oikawa winked at him and turned to lap the drooping tip of cream from the cone. He glanced over but Iwaizumi was resolutely ignoring him in favour of his own treat.
The distant whoops and screams bobbing alongside the river of chatter that filled the park plugged the gap in conversation. Meanwhile, Oikawa had never seen anyone eat less sexily than Iwaizumi. It was almost admirable, except it consumed all of Iwaizumi’s concentration.
Oikawa threw his head back and sighed emphatically at the cloudless sky.
“It’s a shame Iwa-chan can’t handle the fast rides.”
That got a glare. And with his attention returned to Oikawa, the ice cream was free to melt into a drip that ran down to his tanned wrist before Iwaizumi caught it with his tongue. The breezeless air seemed to push closer all around Oikawa. Iwaizumi caught his gaze and looked sharply away with a self-conscious grimace.
“Later,” Iwaizumi insisted.
Oikawa hummed in agreement. (There wasn’t a lot they could do in public anyway.) But his eye caught sight of the park’s haunted house, and the thought of dim lights and his scaredy-cat Iwaizumi was far too tempting.
“Hurry up, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said, finishing off his own sticky cone. “I know where we’re going next.”
Pairing: Oikawa/Iwaizumi
Warnings: none
Word Count: 425
The sun gleamed harshly on the metal frames twisting up into its domain. Scorched tarmac competed with the scent of close packed crowds and the fast food cooking that can ever be found around them. It wasn’t the largest amusement park, but on such a summer’s day it was packed.
Dizzy from the noontime heat, Oikawa had sought out shade against a wall in a quieter area. Distanced from the bustle, and the adrenaline from the last ride wearing off with a void left in its wake, he began to wonder if he should even be here.
His thoughts were interrupted with an “oi” and an ice cream cone shoved in his face.
“Stop worrying about it,” Iwaizumi said. “It’s important to have time out too. That was the point of coming.”
It never failed to amaze Oikawa just how well Iwaizumi saw through him. How well he could calm Oikawa with just a few words. He really was lucky for the one day Iwaizumi met all his selfish demands without complaint. Not that he was about to admit as such.
“That psychic link sure is scary,” Oikawa said instead.
“Who’d have a gross thing like that with a dumbass like you,” Iwaizumi scoffed. But he seemed to relax with Oikawa so obviously at ease again.
Oikawa winked at him and turned to lap the drooping tip of cream from the cone. He glanced over but Iwaizumi was resolutely ignoring him in favour of his own treat.
The distant whoops and screams bobbing alongside the river of chatter that filled the park plugged the gap in conversation. Meanwhile, Oikawa had never seen anyone eat less sexily than Iwaizumi. It was almost admirable, except it consumed all of Iwaizumi’s concentration.
Oikawa threw his head back and sighed emphatically at the cloudless sky.
“It’s a shame Iwa-chan can’t handle the fast rides.”
That got a glare. And with his attention returned to Oikawa, the ice cream was free to melt into a drip that ran down to his tanned wrist before Iwaizumi caught it with his tongue. The breezeless air seemed to push closer all around Oikawa. Iwaizumi caught his gaze and looked sharply away with a self-conscious grimace.
“Later,” Iwaizumi insisted.
Oikawa hummed in agreement. (There wasn’t a lot they could do in public anyway.) But his eye caught sight of the park’s haunted house, and the thought of dim lights and his scaredy-cat Iwaizumi was far too tempting.
“Hurry up, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said, finishing off his own sticky cone. “I know where we’re going next.”