laography | all i do is win, win, win no matter what

[ He absolutely deserved that, and Iwaizumi knows that it didn't actually hurt him any. He eyes him as he pouts, but makes no move to go closer, crossing his arms and glowering at him as he waits for whatever excuse that he has this time.

But the glower starts to fade in the face of Oikawa's sincerity, because he can never hold onto that anger when the true Oikawa comes out, the one that hides under the pretty face and the levels of insecurity that he attempts to cover up with his trashy behavior. Even his stupid antics with his wand aren't enough to distract from what he says, and the meaning behind it all.

So all he can do for a moment is tighten the grip his fingers have on his biceps, rocking his folded arms back and forth with a little wiggle, and then sigh. And once he's run through his emotions, he drops his hands from his arms, shrugging as he accepts his lot in life, even if there's a lot of frustrations that come with it. ]

I guess it's too much to ask you to not do it to get a rise out of me, at this point. [ Iwaizumi reaches out to grab his face in a big hand, squishing his cheeks a bit (and gently, even!) as he snatches the wand off his upper lip. ] You know it's cool, I don't even know what you're expecting me to say.

Mmmft. [ iwaizumi's hands on his cheeks are dumb and oikawa makes a dumb face to accompany them, sort of whiny as he pats at his wrists with his free hands to try and get him to let go. once he does, oikawa rubs his cheeks, watching him warily with his wand. oikawa can definitely recall a time where iwaizumi sent him to the nurse's office with a not-so-nice hex....to be fair, he also really deserved that, too. ]

Something like, "Wow, Tooru, you've grown so much as a wizard! I can't believe how charming, handsome, and talented you are~" [ he says that with a laugh, mischievous and bright and warm, making a grabby hand for his wand. it's clear he's not actually serious--but he still would've liked to have heard that from his best friend. ] You would've been way more impressed if I turned into a stag beetle or something.

[ also, yes, that is way too much to ask. oikawa will do that until he dies. (preferably of old age, surrounded by pretty women but maybe in bed with iwaizumi.) ]

[ Man, learning hexes was great. Joining dueling club was also great, in the grand scheme of things, but between classes and quidditch and being Oikawa's keeper, he couldn't keep up with the meetings as much as he would've liked. Not that it matters too much, since Iwaizumi is still welcomed there when he has the time - even if he's not an official member - and he has plenty to do with his dumb, attractive best friend. ]

A stag beetle wouldn't suit you. [ Said matter-of-fact, because it's true. He things they're fascinating in the way that Oikawa thinks aliens are cool, but if Oikawa turned into one... It just wouldn't work. That's not who he is. An ermine? Sleek and beautiful and soft, clever and quick? Yeah, that's who he is.

He twirls the wand between his fingers expertly, bringing his now-free hand up to pat one of his cheeks. He even gives him a bit of a smile. ] You did good, Tooru. You're gonna use it to drive me insane and get into trouble, but it's cool and you have grown a lot as a wizard.

[ oh

oikawa wasn't expecting him to actually do it.

as he pats his cheek, tooru starts to turn red, a flush that blotches over his cheeks and his face and leaves him there sort of flustered. he has to blink at him for a second, because when was the last time iwaizumi called him by his name?? and just. stares for a second. RIP oikawa, he's dead of iwaizumi's little smile and his warm hands and he's just. dead. that was too many nice things all at once.

oikawa clears his throat, flicking his gaze away for a second in order to not be completely and totally blown away by his stupid sometimes-cool best friend, who totally just threw him, him, oikawa tooru, for a loop. ] Wow, Iwa-chan. [ he mumbles, eventually, lifting a hand up to cough and hide his smile. ] I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

[ he says it fondly, though, so. at least it's not an insult. ]

[ Huh.

Iwaizumi watches his reaction with interest, eyes following the spread of his blush as his hand draws back. He was going to make a joke, give Oikawa his just desserts, but... well, now he kind of can't. Because that is the cutest thing he's ever seen in his life, and he's going to commit it to memory, and hold it close to his heart for as long as he can. It isn't very often that he can get a reaction like this out of Tooru, after all, and when he does?

They're kind of amazing, for assorted reasons. They're amusing but they're also... really endearing. ]

Yeah, well. When you're not copying off of my scrollwork and being a dick, you're hardworking. It would kind of suck if I didn't at least tell you when you actually do a good job. [ Hajime shrugs, turning the wand around in his hand to offer it back to him, point towards himself, trusting that his best friend (and crush) isn't going to zap him, either intentionally or accidentally. ]

What am I, a dog.... [ oikawa huffs, but he really only huffs to hide the fact that that compliment really kind of got to him. he feels sort of validated and proud, like when he first became a chaser and a damn good one. impressing iwaizumi isn't that hard, though, because sometimes oikawa thinks that if he could be half of what iwaizumi thinks he is, he could be a legend. it always makes something warm and perfect curl up in his chest, because oikawa is insecure and doubting and often hates the things he does, finds them not good enough--nothing will ever be good enough, like he'll never beat ushiwaka face to face, chaser to chaser, but iwaizumi, sometimes, makes oikawa feel like he could do anything.

taking back his wand, oikawa sets it down on the desk by the parchment, considering his lack of pockets in iwaizumi's clothes. he returns his attention to his childhood best friend, folding both of his arms and resting them on top of the chair to put his chin on top and watch iwaizumi with a hint of fondness in his light brown eyes. ] But...thank you.

[ he smiles, warm and fond. ] Now I can come visit whenever. And I plan on it~

[ Iwaizumi deigns not to give that comment a response, because, really Oikawa. Really. That's way too easy, and he's trying to be nice. Sometimes, Oikawa can be sincere, so sincere that it's almost painful to even look at him, and when he's like that it's hard not to respond in kind. So he's not going to be the one to ruin the moment by taking an easy opening, and instead he's going to make sure that he knows exactly what he thinks of him, really. Oikawa is one of the most amazing people that he's ever met, even if he acts like a piece of garbage to cover up for certain insecurities.

It's why Hajime cuts him off and reprimands him, usually. He doesn't see why he should ever feel the way he does, deep down. Not when he's amazing, hardworking, perfect the way he is.

But he'll never say it, and instead he just shrugs a shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest, protecting himself from that warmth, that fondness, resisting the urge to reach out to stroke his fingers through his thick, soft hair. ]

You're a pain, you know? [ But there's no heat, and he cocks his head with the slightest smile on his face. ]

all i do is win, win, win no matter what

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