#iwa-chan is takeru's fav uncle

[iwaoiness]

Hajime is home

Iwaizumi's lying on the three-seater sofa, legs up and Takeru's little body on the soles of his feets, laughing and holding tightly to Iwaizumi's safe hands as he swings his little legs and shouts with laughter "I'm an aeroplane, uncle Iwa! I'm flying high and high!"

And Tooru, on the floor, leaning against the one-seater sofa, his legs tucked in and his head resting on his arms crossed over his knees, smiles lovingly. His ears are delighted by the mixture of his nephew's laughter and Hajime's laughter.

He loves how Iwa-chan has always been part of his family, how they have grown up sharing two fathers, two mothers and an older sister. He loves how, in fact, Iwa-chan is family, how he relates his name to that, to home, to warmth, to protection.

To salvation.

[iwaoiness]

Crushed bangs

Takeru's leaning out the window of Tooru's room, balancing lightly on his knees propped up on the blue-colored pouf that matches the curtains. He has both arms crossed over the window frame, one of his hands holding the carton of apple and grape juice that he continues to sip lazily. His curious eyes watch somewhat interest at the black specks flying over the orange sky that covers all of Miyagi on that warm Saturday of July, gliding in front of elongated clouds that look like jagged strokes of paint.

The chirping of those same birds can be heard, as well as the sound of quiet traffic a few meters from the Oikawa residence, the barking of a stray dog, the rash rash of Minamoto-san's broom who always sweeps the entrance to her store at this hour before closing.

The kid is about to get up, go back inside the room and steal some of the knick-knacks that Tooru hides inside an old volleyball when the familiar sound of a motorbike makes him stand up immediately. His eyes drop down to the road in time to catch a Yamaha YZF stopping in front of the Iwaizumi house, ahead of the Oikawa residence itself.

When he recognizes Hajime's figure on the motorbike (and deliberately ignores the second figure) Takeru's eyes sparkle like stars and his smile spreads from ear to ear.

"It's Hajime-san!" He exclaims to himself, almost vibrating in place.

The motorbike’s engine shuts off and Takeru takes a deep breath to shout out the name of his favorite uncle, as the second figure gets off the vehicle and Hajime's full attention turns to him.

The little kiddo blinks, more curious now, crouches down almost out of inertia, sinking a little between his shoulders and holding the frame this time with his little hands after setting his juice aside. Tooru's voice reverberates down the road (all, to no one's surprise, are complaints about how useless the helmets are and what an assault on the integrity of his hair they are and that he's sick of his bangs losing volume). Takeru rolls his eyes (and tries to deny that the drama really runs through his veins as well), but looks up again when Hajime's low chuckle slips in between his complaints.

Iwaizumi's still on his motorbike, his solid legs planted on either side of the vehicle and his thick arms resting on the handlebars. The helmet rests in front of him, just above the gas tank. And his head is tilted, watching Oikawa. Even from a distance, Takeru can see the tender smile plastered on his lips despite the fact that he's teasing his uncle ("but isn't this the natural state of your bangs?") and how his gaze's filled with something Takeru's also seen in his dad's eyes toward his mom and grandma's towards grandpa.

There is more teasing and more laughter and indignant squawks from his uncle. Also light touches like one hand slapping the other, a gentle nudge on a shoulder, a kick on a shin. And also fingers that intertwine and caress and join and untwines.

It's not the first time (in fact, he lost count months ago) that Takeru has seen his uncles being affectionate because ever since they started dating a year ago (and seven months, Takeru-chin!, he's reminded by his uncle's silly voice), Tooru has become much more clingy (if that was even possible) with Iwa-chan and never misses a chance to cling to him in a thousand different ways.

This time, however, it's all sort of more intimate and nothing to do with Oikawa teasingly biting Iwaizumi's nose before he smacks his head and scolds him. The teasing dies down and is now soft whispers and shy giggles. Takeru really feels like he is interrupting and invading their privacy and is about to leave; but his uncle leans over to Hajime and kisses him.

The boy stifles a scream and quickly lowers his head, resting his forehead on his palms as he feels his cheeks heat up.

He gives himself a few seconds to calm down and, praying that they don't prolong their kiss like in the PG movies, slowly raises his eyes, peering over the window frame as if he were a kitten.

Fortunately, they have stopped kissing and Oikawa is crossing now the street to the house. Takeru blinks towards Iwaizumi, now standing next to the motorbike, slowly stowing his helmet in the saddle, eyes solely on Tooru, the same crooked smile on his lips.

"Hey, Tooru!" Hajime speaks loudly from the other sidewalk and Takeru sees his uncle turn around. "Remember that I love you even with your bangs crushed!"

And Oikawa laughs, bright and happy, and his voice sounds giggly, natural and totally in love.

"I know, Hajime-chan! I love you even when your feets smell!"

Iwaizumi's laughter reverberates as well and there is an affectionate fuck you between guffaws.

Tooru resumes walking, almost trotting with his helmet in his hands. Takeru hears the front door opening, a loud "Tadaima!" and the closing of the door. But he continues to look with some curiosity at Hajime, who after making sure that Oikawa really does enter the house, finally moves, dragging his motorbike towards the garage of his home.

"Takeru!" The boy jumps in place and quickly turns his head back, meeting his uncle down the doorway, his helmet now under his arm, one hand on his hip and his eyes narrowed down his furrowed brow. "How many times have I told you not to come into my room when I'm not around? And what are you doing leaning out the window, you might fall out!"

Takeru watches him carefully as he continues to scold him, approaching his bookshelf and standing on tiptoe to stow the helmet on the top shelf.

"And even if it's the second floor, you know there's mom's geraniums and lavender just below and she'll not only kill you if you survive the fall but me too!"

The little boy finally settles into the pouff, sinking into the seat.

"Uncle Tooru"

"What?"

"Does Hajime-san really love you even with crushed bangs?"

And that causes Oikawa to trip over his own feet as he approaches his wardrobe, barely managing to keep his balance (and pride) before turning to his nephew, eyes wide and cheeks fully aflame.

"W-What?! D-Did y-?! W-Were you listening?!"

Takeru shrugs, grinning.

"You guys are loud."

Oikawa looks at him for a few more seconds with his mouth wide open and Takeru widens his smile, crossing his arms. Tooru tries to say something but he ends up taking a deep breath and:

"M-Mom! Takeru is bothering me again!"

"That's a lie, oba-chan! I'm doing nothing!"

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inspired by this tweet in spanish pa mi gente hispana

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