#i'm already in a naruto marathon hell

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

God I am in such a pokemon mood right now. TT0TT I wanna watch/listen to the entire series from the beginning and speed run (leisurely) all the games. TT0TT

Naruto/Boruto and P5T: Hoe don't you dare.

[settersprouts]

꠵ look at me : chapter eight ꠵

気にしない。

Iwaizumi flopped onto the duvets of Oikawa's bed, watching as the setter stuffed more clothes into his plain black suitcase. He had his hair pinned back with some of his cousin's old hairclips, some of them having little stars and UFO designs on them. Occasionally, a little strand of hair would fall in front of his face, and Oikawa would huff and tuck it behind his ear. After a couple of minutes, Oikawa sighed, leaning back on his heels and laying on the floor. "Iwa-chan, I'm tired."

"Well, that's too bad." Iwaizumi scoffed, nudging the latter with the heel of his foot. "You need to hurry up and pack, dumbass, so you can stay with me."

Oikawa pursed his lips and let out a small sigh. "Fine, fine." He pulled out the clips, letting his hair fall free and shaking his head a little, to loosen up the knots. Running a slim hand through it, he stood up and zipped his suitcase, letting it lean on the side of his bed. "C'mon Iwa-chan, get up." He extended out a hand to his friend, pulling Iwaizumi to his feet once he had a strong grip on it. "Jeez. You're such a brute, you could've held my hand softer you know?"

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as Oikawa rubbed the palm of his hand. "Whatever, let's go."

The two of them padded out of Oikawa's room, but froze in the middle of the hallway. The front door knob was turning; it sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door or pick the lock. Oikawa turned to Iwaizumi nervously, panic lining his features. "Iwa-chan, what do we do?"

Iwaizumi stalked to the front door, grabbing an umbrella from the rack, planning to use it as a bat. "Just stay there. I'll take care of it," he whispered, getting into a baseball player stance.

The door swung open, and Iwaizumi swung the umbrella, but it didn't get very far. The person in question had caught the tip of it before it hit them, and ripped it out of Iwa's grip. "Iwaizumi-kun?"

Iwa opened his eyes, glancing at the so-called intruder. "O-Oikawa-san?" Oikawa's mother stood in front of the doorway, her arms filled with grocery bags. "Sorry, do you.. Do you need to come in?"

"Yes, that would be lovely." Iwaizumi stepped aside, nervously looking back at Oikawa, who just stood there in the middle of the hallway, like a deer in headlights. "Oh, Tooru. Welcome back."

Oikawa's fists clenched at his sides, and he blinked back the tears in his eyes. "I'm not staying long. I'm leaving."

"Oh, is that so?" Oikawa-san turned back to him after having set the groceries on the counter. "I wouldn't be surprised. You always abandon those who love you when they need you."

Iwaizumi's mouth slid open in shock. Is that how you're supposed to talk to your kid? He looked back at Oikawa, who was glaring daggers at his mother. "I don't abandon people. I've never abandoned anyone, ever." The setter's hands were shaking. It was taking a lot of Tooru's self control to not sock his mother directly in the face and bolt out the door. "I'm not like you."

Oikawa's mother raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? When have I ever abandoned anyone?"

"When I was five years old. You left me and Hiro-chan alone for three days because you were at some stupid party with your co-workers." Oikawa clenched his fists even tighter, his face contorting into a sad smile. "We were children. We were starving for three days, mama."

"Okay? Well, you should've learned how to cook, then." Oikawa-san turned her back on her son, and started to unpack the food in the brown paper bags.

"I was five!"

"That's not an excuse!"

Oikawa stepped back, the tears all but coming down now. He grabbed the suitcase handle, and walked towards the door, where Iwaizumi was still waiting. "All I ever wanted was to make you proud, mama. But you're so self-absorbed, you don't even notice when I win. Just when I fail." He turned back to his mother, who was already looking at him. "Did you even know I got an award back in junior high for being the best setter?"

"You did?"

"I did." Oikawa rummaged around in his bag, pulling out the plaque. "This has been sitting in my room for three years mama. Not once have I ever heard you ask me about it. Congratulate me for earning it." He put it back gently, zipping up his suitcase and opening the front door, letting the cool spring air flow in. He turned back to look at his mom, putting on a genuine smile, which shocked both Iwaizumi and Oikawa-san. "Fuck you, mama. I hope you go to Hell."

The door slammed shut. Oikawa and Iwaizumi made their way over to the car, not taking long to drive away from Oikawa's house. Oikawa-san took a shaky breath, leaning over the kitchen island and held back a sob. "I'm so sorry, Tooru. I'm so sorry." She padded over to the window, opening the blinds and watching the two drive away, the car becoming smaller and smaller by the seconds. "I'm so proud of you."

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"Movie night!" Hanamaki cheered, shoving open the door to Iwaizumi's room and chucking the bag full of convenience store snacks onto the bedspread. "I wasted all my savings on this, you're welcome."

Oikawa giggled, covering his mouth as he did so. "Thanks, Makki. I'll pay for your lunch for a month, then." Hanamaki gasped, rushing over to kneel by Oikawa, taking both his hands.

"I love you."

Oikawa's eyes widened, and he held Makki's hands tighter. "I love you too!"

"Alright, lovebirds, cut it out." Iwaizumi hit both of them on the back of the head, ignoring their protests. And the little pang in his chest watching them flirt, even if it was just a joke. "Naruto marathon?"

Matsukawa went to sit by Hanamaki, leaning his head in the little crook between Hanamaki's head and shoulder. Waving his hand, he muttered, "Yeah, just pick up where you and Oikawa left off. We'll never finish it anyways, so what's the point?"

Iwaizumi nodded, flipping through his "continue watching?" list on the television. Everytime he and Oikawa had a sleepover, or just chilled at each other's houses, they usually binged whatever show was trending and looked interesting, but never seemed to finish any, except for the really short ones. "Maybe we will. We actually watched a lot of the show so we should be good."

"Yeah, we did." Oikawa leaned over Makki's legs and ruffled through the bag, pulling out a package of milkbread and one of those sour rainbow candy strips. "Ooh. You got a lot of stuff. I was just expecting a couple bags of chips."

Makki shrugged. "I told you I got a lot of stuff. And I'm not that bad."

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious!"

Oikawa rolled his eyes, throwing his arms over Iwaizumi and squeezing him lightly, like he was his big teddy bear. Iwaizumi looked down at him fondly, ignoring Makki and Mattsun who couldn't control their snickers. He thumbed Oikawa's cheek as he flipped through shows, clicking on Naruto and leaning back with Oikawa's head still on his stomach. "You okay?"

"My face hurts a little." Oikawa admitted, burying his face in the folds of Iwaizumi's T-shirt. "It's like.. sore, I dunno."

Matsukawa rolled off of Hanamaki, walking over and leaning Oikawa's face up to find nothing out of the ordinary about it. "You look like normal. Did you put makeup on over.. whatever you have, again?"

Oikawa nodded hesitantly. "Yeah."

"Go wash it off." Iwaizumi said, nudging Oikawa off of him. "I don't want makeup smudges on my shirt, dumbass. When you get back, I'll put some herbal oil on your face to help get the bruises out." Oikawa laughed, and smiled, nodding.

"Okay, Iwa-chan.” He stood up and walked to the door, a little limp in his step. Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. Once he had left, Iwaizumi paused the anime and leaned his head back onto his bed.

Makki crossed his arms over his chest, deep in thought. "You said he moved in officially- like, today- right?" Taking Iwaizumi's curt nod as an answer, he continued. "He seems to be doing a lot better than I thought he would."

Iwaizumi shrugged. "Yeah. He yelled at his mom while I was there, actually."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, you should've seen his face. He was pissed." Iwaizumi shuddered at the memory. "Actually, he kind of scared me a little bit."

Matsukawa sputtered, letting out a deep laugh. "Who would've known," he managed to wheeze, "that the big bad Hajime Iwaizumi would've been scared of Aoba Johsai's number one womanizer."

"Fuck off."

The door to Hajime's room creaked open, and all three boys' heads swiveled around to see who had intruded on their conversation. Oikawa stepped in, stuffing his face into the fur of Iwaizumi's cat, who was currently purring in Oikawa's arms. Iwa sighed, gesturing for Oikawa to walk over. Thankfully, the setter obliged, sitting down next to him with the cat still shielding his face. "C'mon, it can't be that bad.. Lemme see." Iwaizumi mused, petting his cat while reassuring Oikawa it was okay.

"Can't be that bad my ass," Oikawa retorted, but set the cat down to glare at Iwa. "Happy?"

Iwaizumi stared at the injuries painting Oikawa's pale face. There was a small cut on his lip, above his eye, and on his forehead. A large bruise stretched from his chin to under his right ear. His nose also seemed a little crooked- his father must of broken it when he punched him- but it didn't look that bad. There were more noticeable bruises on his face and neck, and there were probably more under his clothes, too. Makki and Mattsun looked over at Oikawa and winced.

"Damn. That's gotta hurt." Hanamaki said, getting up and walking to Iwa's nightstand: probably to get the herbal oil. "Does it?"

Oikawa shrugged. "It's kind of sore, and the cuts sting. But other than that.." He shook his head. "I'm fine."

Iwaizumi grabbed the oil from Hanamaki's outstretched hand, unpausing the TV and patting his lap. "Put your head here. I'm gonna put the oil on you now." Oikawa nodded, laying his head down on Iwa's upper thighs, his hair falling down over his eyes. Iwaizumi brushed the tufts away, popping open the cap for the oil and pouring a small amount onto his fingertips. He pressed his fingers to Oikawa's face, rubbing the oil in a little harshly- but that was really the only way to apply it. "That okay?"

Tooru hummed in response, letting his eyes drift to the Naruto episode in front of him. His chocolate orbs darted from place to place, following the action on the screen. He was so goddamn attentive, even when just simply watching an animated show. Iwaizumi let his hands wander to Oikawa's hair, and he subconsciously ran his hand through the locks. The setter stiffened, unprepared for the sudden action.

"O-oh shit-sorry," Iwaizumi dropped his hand, a blush rising to his cheeks.

Oikawa didn't reply. He just grabbed Iwaizumi's hand and lifted it back towards his hair, a loopy smile on his face. "Don't mind, Iwa-chan." He whispered, and Iwa fell even deeper.

chapter 9 !