->In the Kingdom of Seijoh, Prince Tooru Oikawa wakes up at a thread’s amount of light in the sky every single day.
What he also does is slip into sparring gear, slink out of his room and into the enormous palace halls, and emits nearly no sound as he makes way to the same exact quarters as always: the servants’.
The brunette, despite waking up not too long ago, has a bright expression ready for anything as he rhythmically raps his knuckles on a mahogany wood door- mahogany, that is, per his request. It reads “Iwaizumi Hajime”, and below that, “Man-in-waiting of Prince Tooru Oikawa”.
There’s a moment of silence. Then a couple footsteps. A thud. Something metal clattering ont the ground, hopefully not an oil lamp. A muffled “…Shit.” Then, the locks click around and the door opens to reveal a man of tan complexion, strong build, and serious eyes. Well, the serious part toned down a bit, taking how drowsy he looks at the moment.
“Iwa, dear,” the prince leans forward, whispering, hands behind his back, “It’s been years we’ve been doing this, yet you always look like I’m waking you so early for the first time.”
Iwaizumi gives the latter’s shoulder a slight punch. “I was up last night chasing a rat out of my room, give me a break.”
Oikawa gives a soft chuckle in response. “Whatever you say… hurry and get ready, we’ve no time to lose.”
“Shittykawa, the sun isn’t even out, we have plenty-”
