#aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh vale
it’s6:57 pm and iwaizumi’s room is scattered with papers. a mixture of you, iwaizumi’s, and oikawa’s names cover them along with dozens of red marks indicating incorrect answers. the debate between the three of you as to whether or not x equals 2 or 17 is cut short when the door swings open, revealing a small woman holding a plate of fruit and crackers.
“hajime, i brought you and- oh tooru you’re here too!” her eyes flicker as a mischievous grin takes over her lips. “i thought it was just you two… i’ll be going now!” her giggle fills the room as she wiggles her eyebrows at her son, which earns her an infamous iwaizumi glare.
oikawa interrupts the silence that follows the absence of iwaizumi’s mother, stuffing his face with grapes and muttering a barely comprehensible, “what was that about?”
papers crinkle when iwaizumi begins busying himself to avoid your gaze. he crushes used sheets, scribbles on new ones as if he’s actually working, and rearranges his pencils before grumbling. “she thinks we’re dating.” you don’t miss the way his eyes quickly widen and cheeks flush when he changes the subject. what he doesn’t know is his fumbling distracted oikawa, not you. but second year finals are more important than what just happened, and you return to your studies.
