#it’s check please all the way down with a smattering of haikyuu

[thirtyskeletons]

squick put me onto a new sports yaoi book and it’s baseball so i’m loving it. however all sports yaoi is just check please

[wokeboke]

Haikyuu Eye Doctor!AU

note: I have no idea how Japanese eye doctors work. Also, whoever gives free checkups is an angel. for @uniguinswhatsauce

Tooru Oikawa was perfect.

His moves were perfect, his class was perfect, his English was perfect, his hair was perfect, heck, even his boyfriend was perfect.

At least, that’s what he’d have you believe.

“I thought you said you had marking to do?”

Hajime Iwaizumi, his boyfriend and living partner, stood at his work desk. On it was a smattering of papers, little worksheets from his students that he still hadn’t gotten around to looking at yet.

“Don’t see ‘em, Iwa-chan!” he called back in a sing-song voice. He was currently lounging on the couch, feet propped up on the small storage box in front of the TV. It was some kind of English drama, something he could care less about (he’d had enough drama in his life so far, thank you), but it was better than working.

...Alright, so maybe his work ethic, when it came to marking, needed some improvements. But that was the only thing about him that needed to become perfect.

“Are you kidding me?” Heavy footfalls echoed throughout the house and he braced himself for a smack. It came, but lighter than he had expected.

His lover was standing beside him while looming over him, clutching the sheaf of papers that he’d evidently just been hit with.

Iwaizumi shook them at him. “Your students depend on you, and you won’t even give them feedback?”

The words hit home, and for a moment, all he could think of were little Kiyo-chan and Youko-chan and the rest of his students glaring at him with their cute puppy eyes, but he managed to resist their irresistible pull for a second more in favour of procrastination.

“Sorry, Iwa-chan! I’ll do it when I can see it!”

“God, get your eyes checked then! Are you blind?”

Iwaizumi left, having had enough of this senseless resistance. Maybe he’d just do it himself, Oikawa’s poor students already had to put up with his insufferably narcissistic personality -

“Wait, should I really get my eyes checked?”

“Yeah, if you can’t see something a metre in front of your face,” he shouted back.

Silence. Might as well continue organizing their rooms -

“Okay, let’s go!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. Was Oikawa just doing this to spite him?

He walked into the front hallway. “No, we are not going -”

Only to be greeted by Oikawa putting on his jacket. “I have to be my best! The students, remember?”

“Just a second ago, you were refusing to mark their work!” he accused. “There’s no way you’re doing it just for them!”

To his complete and utter surprise, his boyfriend looked almost sheepish. “Well, I have my own standards to keep up, yeah?”

Which meant I’ve gotta be perfect too in Oikawa-speech.

“I can’t believe you,” he muttered, pressing a palm to his forehead. “Do you know how much it’ll cost?”

“Free!” Oikawa grinned. “There’s one around the corner that has a free diagnosis service!”

He drank in the sight before him - his tall, handsome boyfriend (like he’d ever tell him that, though) clad in a light fall jacket, hair ‘naturally’ swept back, a knowing smile spread on his face. And, well, if there was something up with his eyesight, glasses wouldn’t be such a bad addition -

He breathed in deeply, releasing the breath slowly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he murmured. He grabbed his own coat, rolling back down his sleeves.

“I knew you’d agree in the end. I’d look pretty good in glasses, don’t you agree?”

No way this was a good idea, he decided.

-

“Oikawa-san, The doctor will see you now.”

The receptionist was a nice lad, his voice was soothing and the tag on his chest said ‘Shirabu’. Oikawa was visibly disapproving of the boy’s hair, though, probably because it wasn’t parted evenly, but Iwaizumi thought it looked okay on him.

“Thank you,” he called back, and pushed Oikawa forwards a little. “I’ll be here when you come back.”

“Aw, you’re not coming?” The teacher turned back with a pout, the pout he could barely resist.

“I’m not the one who’s gotta get their eyes checked, am I?” he retorted, managing to give him a big shove this time.

“Got it, got it,” Oikawa answered just as cheerfully.

He watched as his boyfriend’s back became smaller and smaller as he went down the hallway, until turning right into one of the side doors.

He checked his watch.

6:24.

Not bad.

-

The door was open when he arrived. It was set up just as he’d remembered from his childhood days, computer monitors with databases displayed set up on a desk in the corner, a bunch of posters detailing eye anatomy - he wasn’t scared of those anymore - and the scary-looking eye doctor sitting at the desk. Oh, and the lens contraption on wheels beside the patient chair. That was always pretty cool.

“Hello. I’m your examiner today, have a seat.” The tall man gestured to the recliner.

His voice was as deep as he’d expected, but much more...lubricated, smooth. Definitely less scary than appearances said.

“Thank you,” he responded with a smile, and slipped into the comfy seat. It was fitted almost perfectly to his height, he noticed.

“So, what’s your name?” His doctor got up and maneuvered the contraption so it was hanging in front of him. The screen on the wall opposite flickered to life and the lights dimmed.

Creepy, but cool overall.

“Oikawa Tooru,” he said easily. He busied himself with fixing his jacket so it wouldn’t ride up his back.

“Alright.” Again with that deep voice...it almost seemed...familiar? He’d never seen this man before in his life, though, so it didn’t matter.

“So, we’re going to start with reading some lines...you may have seen this before. Rest your head against the seat...yes, exactly like that...now stare at the letters and read them out to me, please.”

A stereotypical eye doctor’s sign flashed to life on the screen, one with lines of letters that got smaller as one went down.

He started, it was pretty easy so far. “Y...O...U...S…”

“That’s right...you’re doing well…”

“H...O...U...L...D...H...A...V…”

He squinted. Was it always this blurry?

“E...C...O...M...E...T...O…”

The last line. Why was it so damn small? And why were there so many letters? He squinted a bit more, then it suddenly came into focus.

“The last line?”

It occurred to him that he’d been silent for quite a while.

“If it’s too small, we can stop.”

“It’s okay, I can read it,” he assured.

“S...H...I...R...A...T...O...R...I...Z...A...W...A. Shiratorizawa.”

He couldn’t help saying it, that’s what they spelled.

There was a pregnant pause, with him wondering if he’d did anything wrong, until - wait, holy shit -

“It’s you!” He sprang up from the chair and pointed an accusing finger at his ‘doctor’. Now he knew how it sounded familiar, this man was none other than -

His doctor rose to his full height, spreading his hands and Oikawa could almost see the fruits. Guess he’d need glasses for hallucinations, after all.

The parting words that would forever echo in his mind came to light right in front of him.

“You should have come to Shiratorizawa.”