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"This puts a whole new meaning to sleeping with the enemy, Iwa," Mattsun whispered as he found Hajime walking back into the stadium.
"Shush! Keep your voice down. Nobody else knows about this, got it?"
Mattsun's smirk never left his face but he agreed. "I better get an explanation later, though," he laughed, leaving Hajime to go find their coach.
"Iwaizumi! There you are!" The coach said, finding him first. They began to go over plays and strategies but Iwaizumi found it hard to focus when the stadium door opened on the other end and the captain of the opposing team walked in. Even from afar, Hajime could see a small bruise on Oikawa's neck just above his collar. From the looks of it, Oikawa's teammates also noticed pretty quickly and began teasing him. Oikawa cast a playful glare at Hajime when his teammates weren't looking and he simply smirked back unapologetically.
"Captain, is there something you'd rather be doing?" His coach's voice suddenly came to focus again and he quickly turned his attention back to him.
"No, coach, sorry. I'm just a little tired is all."
"Well, son, you better wake up soon because you above all people should know how important it is that we win this game." Hajime nodded and promised that he'd give it his all, quickly going back to discussing plays without letting himself get distracted.
Throughout the game though, he found it difficult to give it his 100% when the captain of the opposing team kept giving him winks and flirty glances through the net. Luckily, nobody else seemed to notice both captains' odd behavior and, in the end, Hajime's team managed to pull the win out of a consistent overtime. Both teams lined the net to thank each other for the good game, the captains both facing each other.
"Thank you for the game!" They all called out. Oikawa cast a glance towards the gym doors with a wink and Hajime got his message loud and clear and replied with a nod and a smirk. He celebrated with his team for a bit and got their room numbers that they'd be staying in since it was late from their coach. When he finally managed to find an out, he carefully slipped out of the stadium, not going unnoticed by Mattsun of course, and made his way to the bathroom. It was long enough after the game that most of the crowd had already left the building so the room was empty save one beautiful brunette.
"There you are, I was starting to think you were gonna leave be here all alone, Hajime-kun," Oikawa smiled when he closed the door behind him. Hajime immediately found himself wrapping his arms around the small waist of the other man.
"As if I'd ever stand up such a beautiful man," he whispered against his ear. He felt a small shiver go down Oikawa's back and smiled at the reaction.
"Good game, by the way, Captain Iwaizumi," Oikawa congratulated with a teasing yet genuine tone.
"Good game, Captain Oikawa," Hajime replied, pressing a small kiss to the man's lips. "You know, our coach is putting us up in the next-door hotel for the night," he suggested as he twirled a strand of the man's brown hair in his fingers.
"Oh yeah? What a coincidence, I happen to have my own room all to myself at that hotel as well."
"Huh, well I hope you sleep well," Hajime smiled.
"Hey, now. Don't you even pretend like you aren't coming over and fucking my brains out," Oikawa pouted. Hajime loved how he reacted to being teased.
"Well, when you put it like that, how could I ever refuse."
"Correct response," Oikawa pressed a kiss to hip lips, one softer than either of them had shared before. "By the way, my teammates were extremely amused by this," he indicated to the small bruise above his collar. "I don't think I'll hear the end of it for a long time."
"Good, I want everyone to see what a good boy you are," Hajime whispered against his lips, relishing the immediate tiny whine that Oikawa let out at the praise. Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door.
"Iwa, I'm coming in, please for the love of God be decent!" The person called through the door. With that, Mattsun walked in and immediately relaxed to see that he wasn't interrupting another make-out session. "Am I correct to assume that I'll probably have to cover for you tonight as to why you're not in your room?" He raised an amused eyebrow at the pair and they both burst out laughing. Hajime moved to hold Oikawa from behind so that he could face his teammate.
"I- ah... yeah probably," Hajime caved.
"One condition. You two tell me what the fuck is going on with all..." he waved his hand up and down the two, "this."
Oikawa craned his neck back to look at Hajime and both seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"Well, honestly, we met at a bar about a week ago."
"Though neither of us knew that the other was a nationally ranked volleyball player. We honestly didn't know anything more than each other's names." He smirked at Hajime, remembering how quickly things moved that night. Hajime cast him a fake glare at the comment.
"So when we saw each other today, I don't know, I guess this," he indicated to his current position holding the captain of the enemy team, "kinda just happened. We haven't really talked about it much."
"We haven't really talked much, flat out," Oikawa added with a wink that made Mattsun fake a gag.
"So y'all really just hooked up at a bar and then started fucking like rabbits when you saw each other again? Sounds about right."
"Wait, no, the way you make it sound-"
"It's kinda accurate, Hajime-kun," Oikawa laughed.
"You really are not helping."
"What are you gonna do? Punish me?"
"Anddddd that's my cue to leave and go throw myself off the nearest roof." Mattsun laughed and moved to open the door. "I'll tell the coach you got yourself your own room because you have night terrors or some shit." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving the two alone to laugh at the situation.
"The answer is yes," Hajime stated simply as they stopped laughing.
"Wait, the answer to what?" Oikawa asked confused. Then, realization seemed to dawn on his face.
"Do you have any plans other than riding the bus home tomorrow?" Hajime asked, unwrapping his arm from Oikawa.
"No?" He answered cautiously.
"Good."
"Wait! Wait! Please, I'm sorry!"
Hajime simply walked out of the bathroom without another word, leaving Oikawa alone to think about how fucked he was.