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Matsukawa stands beside Oikawa, watching as Hanamaki laughs, smile warm as his eyes soften. The sun hits his pink hair perfectly, the light brightening his smile. He leans closer to Iwaizumi, their shoulders touching as Hanamaki reaches out, lacing their fingers together. Iwaizumi smiles, though from where Matsukawa is standing, he can tell that the smile is a bit strained.
But he doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, he glances to the male next to him. Oikawa stands, staring off into space, nervously nibbling on his bottom lip. He takes a shaky breath, eyes closing as he squares his shoulders. It’s interesting, watching as Oikawa puffs his chest out, opening his eyes and plastering on a smile so bright it’s obvious it’s fake. He then turns to Matsukawa with a chuckle, dramatically placing a hand to his cheek.
“Oh, Mattsun, if you keep staring, I’ll get flustered!”
With a roll of his eyes, Matsukawa reaches out to pinch the cheek that he didn’t have a hand to. Oikawa squeaks in surprise, gently trying to yank his head back. “Let go! Let go! Let go! ” he whines, long fingers wrapping around Mattsun’s wrist to try and pull his hand away.
With a small laugh, Matsukawa releases Oikawa’s cheek, tugging his arm out of Oikawa’s grip. He stops walking, stopping in front of some small book store. “So,” he says once he returns to watching Iwaizumi and Hanamaki, “tomorrow’s the big day.”
Glancing at Oikawa from the corner of his eye, he watches as Oikawa stiffens up, stopping a couple steps ahead of Matsukawa, eyes narrowing. He stubbornly turns his face away, biting the inside of his cheek, trying to calm his beating heart.
“I know it’s tomorrow,” Oikawa whispers, clearing his throat. He swiftly turns his head back to Matsukawa, flashing him a wide, innocent smile, “I’m happy for them.”
Sighing, Matsukawa watches as Hanamaki leans over to whisper something in Iwaizumi’s ear. Iwaizumi’s neck turns red, and he places a hand over Hanamaki’s face, pushing him away in embarrassment. This only causes Makki to laugh, pure happiness swirling in his eyes.
“Hey, we’re going to go check up on the desserts! Since that’s the most important part,” Hanamaki calls out to them, smile still stained to his face as he looks back at Oikawa and Matsukawa.
“Alright, have fun! Make sure there’s enough milk bread,” Oikawa calls back, lifting his hand into a wave. Matsukawa watches as Iwaizumi’s face softens as he gazes at Oikawa, rolling his eyes fondly.
Matsukawa feels anger spread like a wild fire in his veins.
“There’s never enough milk bread for you,” Iwaizumi teases, the corner of his lips tugging into a small smile. Oikawa gasps dramatically, placing a hand to his heart as he tries to come up with a response. But, well, what could he say? Iwaizumi wasn’t wrong.
“Alright, goodbye!” Hanamaki says, grabbing Iwaizumi’s hand and dragging him away towards the bakery the next street over.
When they disappear from eyesight, Matsukawa shifts his stance to face Oikawa with narrowed eyes. “I think you need to tell Iwaizumi before this blows up in everyone’s faces.”
Oikawa feigns innocence, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips, “Hm? What do you mean, Mattsun?”
“It’s fucking obvious that you’re in love with Iwaizumi,” Matsukawa accuses. Oikawa sputters in surprise, cheeks flaming a light pink. “And it’s obvious that Iwaizumi is in love with you.”
Oikawa pulls his face into a frown, glaring at Matsukawa with venom. “He doesn’t love me, you idiot. He’s marrying Makki.”
“You’re fucking stupid,” Matsukawa snaps.
“Huh-?”
“You can’t do this, Oikawa.”
“I can’t do this to Makki, either! He’s...he’s happy , and I refuse to be the reason for why he’s not!” Oikawa hisses, throwing his hands in the air as he begins to quickly walk away.
“Then Iwaizumi shouldn’t do this to Hana either!” Matsukawa snaps, anger swirling like a storm in his eyes. He reaches out, grabbing Oikawa’s arm to stop him. Ignoring Oikawa’s confused gaze, he continues, “Iwaizumi doesn’t love Makki as much as he shows. He loves you, you’re his number one- but, just, god damn is he dense. He couldn’t see that you love him as well. So what did he do? He saw Hanamaki, who was deeply in love with him, and thought ‘oh, hey, there’s someone. Maybe I can forget Oikawa by dating this dude’ and yeah, maybe he really did develop feelings for Hana, but the fact of the matter is that Hana is nothing but a second choice to Iwaizumi. A distraction from his real feelings. If you tell him you love him, he’ll drop everything and be with you because you’ll always be his first choice, his everything , and, just, fuck. Makki doesn’t deserve this, Oikawa.” He takes a deep breath as he finishes, gritting his teeth as he lets his arm fall to his side.
Oikawa’s jaw drops as his eyes grow wide. He feels his heart drop to his feet, and it’s as if the clouds part in his mind- because now it really does make sense. They’re both dense as fuck. All the not-so-subtle glances, the innocent touches, still sharing a bed when they sleep over at each other’s houses.
“I...” Oikawa gulps, looking up at Matsukawa with eyes full of unshed tears, “I don’t want to make Makki unhappy.”
“What if he finds out the truth?”
Oikawa goes silent, gnawing on his bottom lip again.
“I don’t know.”
Matsukawa studies Hanamaki, watching as he dances around the room in only his boxers, singing into his empty beer bottle. He tap dances over to Matsukawa, sliding to the ground until he’s on his knees, hands flat against Matsukawa’s thighs as he gazes up at his friend.
“You okay there?” Matsukawa asks, raising an eyebrow, holding back a chuckle.
“’m GREAT!” he slurs, a disoriented laugh bubbling out his lips. “I...wanted ’o sayyy thank youuuu, Mattsunnn!” He smiles happily, the smile so big his eyes crinkle in the corners.
Matsukawa has to take a deep breath to calm his beating heart.
“Thank you? Makki, of course I’d spend the night before your wedding with you, you’re my best friend. It’s only natural.”
“Nooo, thank you!” He gently smacks his palm against Mattsun’s thigh, as if that would get the point across.
“Okay, why are you saying thank you?” Matsukawa asks, taking a small sip from his beer. Hanamaki perks up, grinning lazily up at his best friend.
“Thank you, Matsukawa Issei, for b’ing my bessst man and beest friend, and fo’ always bein’ there for meee,” Hanamaki’s words string together from slurring so much, but Matsukawa easily understands what he’s trying to say.
Matsukawa smiles tightly, gently patting Hanamaki’s head, “Anytime. Now let’s get you to bed, alright? You don’t want a headache at your wedding tomorrow.”
Hanamaki hums, resting his head on Matsukawa’s thigh as he closes his eyes.
“Wait, don’t sleep there-”
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, leaning over to flick Oikawa’s forehead. They’re in Oikawa’s apartment, since Hanamaki and Matsukawa are staying at the apartment Iwaizumi and Hanamaki shared.
Oikawa squawks in surprise, jerking back to glare at his friend, “What was that for?!”
With a chuckle, Iwaizumi sinks back into the couch, giving his friend a lazy smile, “You were zoning out.”
“I’m just tired, Iwa-chan! It’s really lat-”
“It’s just 10 pm.”
“Yes, but your wedding is at two-”
“That’s more than twelve hours away. Now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
Oikawa frowns, tilting his head to study Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi looks honestly concerned, and Oikawa shouldn’t be surprised. They’re best friends, have been since they were kids. Iwaizumi could read Oikawa like the back of his hand, and Oikawa has all of Iwaizumi’s quirks and interests memorized. They complement each other so well, so perfectly, it’s funny that they both were too stupid- too dense - to see the truth; to see the feelings locked behind closed doors.
Scowling, Oikawa jerkily looks away to gaze out the window. Hanamaki, he has to remind himself, is one of his best friends. He would never ever want to be the cause of one of his friend’s sadness. But then, what if Hanamaki does find out? Would that hurt more? No , Oikawa decides, he won’t tell Iwaizumi. Even if it’s fake, Iwaizumi was the one who asked Hanamaki to marry him. He was the one to go to drastic measures just to try and get rid of his feelings.
If Hanamaki finds out later on, if Iwaizumi confesses the truth, then it won’t be Oikawa’s fault. It’ll be Iwaizumi’s for going so far, for leading him on-... That is, if Iwaizumi actually fucks up and lets the truth slip like honey through his lips.
There was nothing to worry about, at least, not right now.
“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi grunts, pulling him back to reality. Slowly turning his head back to Iwaizumi, he raises in eyebrow in question. “What’s going on in your head?”
Taking a deep breath, Oikawa lifts his shoulders into a small shrug, “I’m happy for you and Hana, but I’m going to miss hanging out with my best friend.” Not really a lie. Sure, that’s not what he was thinking about, but it really is something he has been worrying about.
Iwaizumi outright scoffs, sitting up straight, “You’ve always been an idiot.”
“Hey!”
“Like me getting married could keep me away from my best friend, you doofus,” Iwaizumi smiles fondly, leaning over the armrest of the couch to punch Oikawa’s shoulder.
Oikawa chuckles, smiling softly, “Good, because you won’t ever be able to get rid of me.”
Iwaizumi barks out a loud laugh, turning his face away to laugh into his hand. “Like it would ever want to get rid of you, Tooru.”
Oikawa has to force the blush off his face.