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“Make sure you get extra drumsticks, Iwa-chan!! The other time you only got that other kind and it was dry as fuck- Oh! And don’t forget to get an extra bun”
“Shitty-kawa if you keep nagging me, I swear to god I will only get my meal and make you watch as I eat it all, you know I’d do it.”
Oikawa watched as his lover paid for the massive bucket of chicken he had been craving for the past week. He often fixates on a type of food for a long time before getting tired of it to the extent that he can't even smell that food. Iwaizumi said that this was U.B.B, Ultimate Brat Behavior, but he will have to live with it.
They got the food and it took everything in Oikawa’s might not to just stick his hand in the bucket and start with the soft buttery hot chicken piece. He would, but iwaizumi likes to eat neatly and not “like a caveman”. Iwaizumi balanced the bag in one hand while wrapping his other in Oikawa’s hand, so they could share warmth and, you know, because they were That Couple.
They only got to the front of KFC, just a couple of feet away, before Oikawa saw a very tall man with the whitest hair he had ever seen charging towards the space in front of them.
“Iwa-chan, do you think white hair like that would suit me? Maybe I should bleach them all just like that man.” Oikawa nudged Iwaizumi towards the tall man who was beginning to shake like a chihuahua.
“Yeah, only if you get his blue eyes to match, I bet that would distract the team we have to play next week enough to win. They would all be too scared to look at you, you know, more than usual.”
“How dare you Iwa, we don't need to distract them to win, we are the strongest.”
Iwaizumi looks back at Oikawa with a soft glint in his eye, shining with affection. The small smile that graces his features is a gift that Oikawa always loves receiving. They were quite literally getting lost in each other's eyes when a shout came from in front of them
“Suguru, explain yourself.” the guy with the white hair was now actually shaking unstably, gritting his teeth, and looking overall like he was thirteen seconds away from breaking something.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned their heads to see who the man was addressing, and another tall man with tall hair and a solemn look on his face came into view. It was a scene out of a movie, both men were pretty fucking beautiful and both iwaizumi and Oikawa were in ratty gym clothes and very faded in comparison. But it didn't matter, they were just spectators to what they guessed would be one hell of a fight.
“Iwa-chan it looks like we’ll be having dinner and a show.”
“Shhh, be quiet they’re far enough, and I don't wanna miss this.”
“Didn't you hear from Shoko? There’s not much else to it.” The other man, Suguru, said looking indifferent and dismissive.
Both Iwaizumi and Oikawa furrowed their eyebrows, that was the wrong answer obviously because the white-haired man’s eyes widened.
“So, you’ll just kill anyone who’s not a shaman!? Even your own parents!?” The man’s lips were starting to quiver, either in anger or desperation.
Oikawa and iwaizumi glanced at each other in sync at the word ‘kill’ but stayed where they were, this was just getting interesting. They looked at the other man, seemingly not reacting to the other shaming him for killing his parents.
“I can’t go making exceptions for my parents, right? And those people aren’t my only family.” He said it with an air of certainty that pissed the other guy off. The white-haired dude was pacing and then coming back to his place before doing it again. He finally stood in front of the man again, looking frustrated.
“That’s not what I’m asking. I thought you were against killing if there was no meaning to it!?” The man was shouting now. He looked lost like he didn't know if he wants to punch this Suguru or make excuses for him.
Oikawa looked at both men before concluding that he and iwaizumi were witnessing a breakup and a messy one. He told iwaizumi that much and he agreed. They turned around again and bundled up next to each other to watch what’ll happen next with the ‘murder husbands’ as Oikawa started calling them in his head.
“Ah, but there’s a meaning, a significance, too. There’s even a purpose to it.” Suguru said with a faraway look in his eyes.
Oikawa huffed, he felt like Suguru was aggravating the other dude on purpose, trying to pull words from him that the other wouldn’t mean. Or Oikawa was projecting because that’s how his and Iwa’s fights go sometimes. Iwaizumi glanced back and raised his eyebrows and went back to the breakup.
“No there isn’t!!! You wanna make a world of shamans by killing every non-shaman!? No fucking way that’s gonna work! Trying dumb stuff that you know doesn’t work… is as meaningless as it gets!!!” And Oikawa was right! The other man was now seething, and it's obvious how the meanings run deeper than the words spoken.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa got lost at the killing and shamanism included in this breakup but they were professionally a couple and prided themselves on being the best couple in volleyball history so they saw the underlying emotions in this fight.
Iwaizumi shuffled closer to Oikawa and whispered,
“I bet he’s just mad that the long-haired guy did that shit without him, he seems kinda codependent, kinda reminds me of someone.” iwaizumi gave Oikawa a pointed look and Oikawa rolled his eyes in response.
“I too would be mad if you started murdering everyone without telling me, then moving on like you don't want or need me next to you, Iwa-chan, I’m glad we’re having this conversation now, you know, for future reference.” they both nodded in agreement, and iwaizumi tightened his hold on Oikawa's hand.
“That’s pretty arrogant,” Suguru stated with narrowed eyes.
Oikawa gasped in disbelief, and even iwaizumi widened his eyes yet again. They looked back to the white-haired guy. Oikawa’s hand wiggled towards the bucket and iwaizumi opened it and got out two drumsticks, and they both started devouring their chicken pieces, with their eyes still trained on the man.
“What?”
Oikawa started opening one of the ketchup packets but couldn't with all the grease on his fingers. Iwaizumi took it and opened it like has always done. Oikawa gave him a small smile of appreciation before going back to the show.
“it's possible for you, right? Satoru, if it’s possible for you… can you really go around telling people “ it’s impossible?” Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru? or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest?“ Suguru said this with a beat, a rhythm and now the emotions were clear and apparent. The frustration, the hopelessness, the frantic need for the other to understand, and maybe forgive. Maybe embrace.
This was obviously the climax of the fight. The air stilled a bit, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi were a bit frozen. Iwaizumi even let out an “oh, shit.”
“This is a lot, I kinda feel bad for him, Satoru did he say it was? Damn, that man did not come to fix shit at all, while Satoru looks like he needs a hug,” Oikawa commented.
“Yeah, he didn’t need to say all that, I would’ve been blunter,” iwaizumi grunted.
“The hell are you saying?“ Satoru all but screams. He seems more hopeless as the minutes pass, and more frustrated.
“If I could become you… then even this foolish ideal would be perfectly plausible, don’t you think? I’ve decided how I want to live so now I’ll just do what I can for the sake of it. Kill me if you want, there’s a meaning to that.” Suguru delivered with finality and a wistful look in his eyes. He turned around and left without waiting for Satoru to say anything else.
That left Iwaizumi and Oikawa open-mouthed and feeling kinda sad. They watched as the Satoru raised his arm with crossed fingers, in what looked like an anime pose, but what actually looked like a final yearning pull. Like he was reaching for the man that was weaving his way out of the crowd like if he could just touch him one time, he would either get him back or go with him.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa watched him silently break down, covering his eyes with his palms, and pressing them into his temple as if trying to rip his eyes out. His chest was vibrating with silent growls and it seemed too vulnerable to be put on a show in front of everyone to see. They both felt the want to hide this beautiful man’s display of deconstruction. Finally, the man stood straighter, got a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and start shakingly walking in the opposite direction of the other man. It was sort of poetic, and it made Oikawa shiver.
Iwaizumi put his arm around his boyfriend and started stirring him towards his car.
“Wow,” Oikawa breathed out “This is some good-ass chicken. I'm so glad we came here Iwa-chan, that was fun.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. This was the gayest shit ever, imagine breaking up in front of a KFC,” they guffawed.