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Tooru spun Takeru's volleyball in between his hands as they sat down on the floor to eat. With Takeru's practice being just about over for the day, Tooru thought lunch break would be a good time to take just a couple more cute pictures. Who wouldn't, if they had the awesomest nephew in Japan?
"Pose!" Tooru chirped, pulling his phone out swiftly. Takeru, ever the superstar, flashed him a peace sign as he took a mouthful of onigiri. Click!
Swallowing, Takeru asked, "Wanna see a ginormous bite?"
Takeru grinned a little goofily and Tooru could pretty much feel the world heal. Laughter bubbled up at seeing the piece of rice stuck to Takeru's teeth.
"Mhmm, lemme see, Take-chan," Tooru agreed excitedly, angling his phone for another photo.
Tooru's sweet nephew swatted the phone away with unprecedented strength.
"Let me eat in peace, Tooru!" Takeru suddenly grouched. He took a vigorous bite out of his onigiri. Ah, a chomp of intimidation! Tooru knew all about those.
"Don't eat so angrily!" Tooru protested. "Enjoy your food. And smile for the picture."
"Don'm putchur 'hone 'n my fashe!" Takeru said with his cheeks stuffed with rice and nori and tuna.
Tooru pursed his lips. He narrowed his eyes at Takeru, then at his phone. The attack on his device had accidentally opened the gallery, where photos upon photos of his nephew were laid out for all to see. His face relaxed for a minute as satisfaction settled itself around him snugly. Then came the annoyance that he was taking too many photos and needed to enjoy the moment without them, and the relaxation dissipated.
"...Why don't you take pictures of your boyfriend instead…"
HIS WHAT? A sharp pain went through his neck when he snapped his head up from his phone to stare bewildered at Takeru.
"H-hey! What boyfriend?" He winced.
Takeru scrunched his expression like Tooru was the stupidest person he'd met in his ten years of living.
"Kageyama-kun."
"WHAT THE HECK?" Tooru may have screeched.
"Joking," his not-so-sweet-anymore nephew deadpanned. "Hajime-san."
Tooru began not-babbling (because he was not babbling, but Takeru for some reason called it babbling) about how Iwa-chan disliked photos, and how Iwa-chan always looked hideous so it wasn't worth keeping images of him, and how Iwa-chan was not shallow and complicated like a boyfriend, but intrinsic and simple like a best friend. Because Iwa-chan is his best friend.
Besides, what did Takeru know?