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Steam rose in billowing clouds around Oikawa as he scrubbed himself free of the smell and grime of sweat and sex. The smell of chamomile and jasmine was much more preferable. He worked his mint green luffa over his body, leaving the aromatic suds behind on his skin as he hummed pleasantly to himself. He allowed the stream of hot water to rinse the suds from his now clean skin, sighing at the comfort the water provided his sore muscles. Maybe jumping right into bed after a long day of practicing his figure skating routine wasn't the best idea he'd had, but Oikawa couldn't find it in himself to really worry about it.
He turned off the hot water and stepped out into the bathroom that he'd become acquainted to in the past two months. He dried himself off on towels that were rougher than he'd have liked, but he couldn't expect Kyoutani to cater to him, especially when it was Oikawa's idea to keep doing this here. He'd never brought a man back to his own place, except on the rare occasion that he was drunk. Even if they were exclusive, like he currently was with Kyoutani, he always kept things pretty casual. No strings attached, that way if Oikawa got bored there were no hard feelings when they ended things.
He brushed his teeth and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to see Kyoutani sitting up in bed, which was unusual. Ordinarily, he would be fast asleep by this point, making it easy to slip out without any unnecessary conversation. He was watching him with that hardset glare that was always fixed on his face, though this one seemed a little sharper than usual.
"Good evening, Mad Dog-chan." Oikawa flashed one of his million-watt smiles at the man on the bed, who in turn just grunted. Oikawa shrugged when he didn't get an answer, and started to pick up his clothes to pull them back on. He had been in a bad mood since they'd met up that afternoon, worse than usual; he'd even been particularly rough with him, leaving an aching pain in his hips and lower back, but he could manage.
Kyoutani moved out of bed and went to the bathroom, where Oikawa assumed he would shower before returning to bed. It wasn't until he was buttoning up his shirt that he realized that wasn't, in fact, what he was doing. He looked up when he heard footsteps approach him in time to see Kyoutani shove a shopping bag into his hands. Looking down, Oikawa saw it was filled with his toiletries that he'd left in the bathroom. He blinked, raising an eyebrow at the shorter man in front of him who was standing with fists clenched at his sides, naked as the day he was born.
"What's this about? I don't want to smell like old spice after we do it." Oikawa said, moving to walk around Kyoutani, who blocked his way.
"Take it with you." Kyoutani grumbled.
"It's really inconvenient to bring it back and forth, I thought I told you that." Oikawa smiled, moving to step around him again.
"You did." Kyoutani said, grabbing Oikawa by the bicep and stopping him from putting the toiletries back into the bathroom. Oikawa marvelled in the strength in Kyoutani's grip and his eyes followed the length of muscular arm up to the cold glare on the blonde's face.
"Then why are you stopping me?" Oikawa asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Because you won't be coming back here anymore." He said lowly. "I'm done."
Oikawa's eyes widened and he stared down his nose at Kyoutani. "Excuse me?"
"I'm tired of this; take your shit and leave." Kyoutani glared up at him.
Oikawa scrunched up his nose in disgust before he sighed and tilts his head to the left with an attempt at a pleasant smile. "That's funny, you sound like you're trying to end this. I don't think you understand how these things work, Mad Dog-chan. I'm the one that ends things, not the other way around." Oikawa traced the chiseled line of Kyoutani's jaw with his fingertip before his hand was roughly shoved away. It didn't particularly hurt, but the action was like a metaphorical slap to the face.
"End it, then." Kyoutani growled, baring his teeth.
Oikawa laughed bitterly, mostly to hide the shock he really felt. "Do you even know how many guys would kill to be you? To have what you have access to whenever you want it?" He stepped closer, an action to which Kyoutani simply tightened his grip on his bicep to the point where it started to hurt. "Stop being ridiculous and put my stuff back."
"Get the fuck out!" The shorter man shouted, gritting his teeth before shoving Oikawa toward the bedroom door. Oikawa stumbled and looked back at Kyoutani with wide eyes, rubbing his arm where he was sure it would bruise because of the shorter man's grip. He was fuming, his face turning an angry red. He looked ready to force him out, if necessary. "You're not irreplaceable! You're a fucking idiot if you think I need you!"
Oikawa's heart stopped for a moment as he simply stared at him. After a second, he opened his mouth and forced out a soft, "I see, alright then." Then he nodded slowly before turning to leave the apartment. His eyes burned, and his shoulders felt heavy. He felt a cold, digging pain spider out from the deepest pit of his chest, coursing through his body. He'd screwed everything up again, and he knew that he deserved whatever pain he felt. Oikawa's slid his shoes on, not looking back. If he did, it'd make this harder.
Kyoutani was finished with him, as was inevitable. He didn't blame him though, as he'd never actually spent any time with him outside of preludes to sex; rough, primal, and unemotional sex. There was nothing indicating that Kyoutani wanted something more, but then again, Oikawa never stayed long enough to find out. This was his fault. 'I'm such an asshole.' He thought.
When it came to his sexual partners, Oikawa usually stuck to a set of rules:
1: He never brings anyone home with him.
2: He never spends the night in someone else's bed.
3: He never gets attached.
These rules made things simple, easy. That is, until his partners got sick of it. Maybe being exclusive to one guy for sex was the reason most of his relationships, if you could even call them that, failed. Being exclusive to one another is like an invitation for more intimacy, which Oikawa wasn't after. He could have whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted them. He knew that, he thrived on it. It didn't make being dumped feel any less painful though. Especially when he craved intimacy, despite the fact that he rejected it.
Oikawa threw out the bag of toiletries on his way out of Kyoutani's building. He grimaced. 'It's just sex. I could find that anywhere. Anyone would be lucky to have me.' He thought, feeling his chest hurt. His rule system did more damage lately than help, as this was the third time in the past year that he'd been dumped like this. Maybe the reoccurring rejection was starting to get to him, maybe it was about time for a change.
Oikawa sighed out loud, tilting his head back to look up at the burnt orange sky behind fluffy pink clouds as he walked. He took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, feeling it soothe his wounded ego. By the time he looked back at the world around him, the world had started to darken and everything was painted in hues of purple and blue.
He'd walked long and aimlessly enough to get to that café near his friend Suga's place. Oikawa stopped outside and watched as the owners cleaned up and closed up shop for the night. For a reason he couldn't explain, he found it both relaxing, and frustrating. The owners were an older couple that knew what they needed to do, and worked together to do what they loved. He found it endearing; he also found it nauseating. How could they still be satisfied with one another after so long? They'd owned that shop together for as long as he lived in this part of town, and he'd never been satisfied with or interested in the same partner for more than a month or two.
Oikawa stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked in the direction of Suga's place. He could really use a drink and the 'mothering' of his friend right about now.
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Three days of nothing but grueling practice to keep his mind off the humiliating way Kyoutani ended their arrangement was starting to get to him. He poured every ounce of energy he had into his skating, perfecting his new routine and trying out new combinations of jumps, spins, and footwork. It had to be flawless; he had to be perfect.
Oikawa's muscles burned, his knee throbbed, his legs shook underneath him, but still he pushed. He allowed his music to calm his mind despite the way his body felt ready to shut down. The music started to build sooner than expected, so he ran down the length of the ice, taking a wide turn before pushing himself up into the air. He took off wrong for his double axel, landed shakily, and felt his blades slip under his feet so he landed flat on his back on the ice.
'Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.' His mind chanted, echoing over itself. 'You're doing everything wrong.' He sat up with a groan and tried to push himself up, but his legs trembled and wouldn't hold his weight. His muscles and joints ached whenever he tried to get up, and gave out before he could do much more than push himself a centimeter upward. His knee throbbed and as he went to push himself up again, he let out a pained yelp and fell back to the ice yet again. 'Pathetic. Useless. Weak. Get up.' His thoughts were screaming, talking over themselves, and Oikawa couldn't stop them. Not when the only thing he could focus on was his overworked muscles and pulsing burn in his knee.
"Oikawa." A voice called, silencing the mantra of self loathing his brain had set on repeat. Looking up through tears he hadn't realized formed, he recognized his best friend, Akaashi as he skated toward him, slowing to a stop in front of him. "Calm down, I'll help you up." He said coolly, hooking his arm through Oikawa's and tugging him to his feet.
He draped his arm across Akaashi's shoulders as he allowed himself to be lead off the ice. Akaashi always had this calming aura about him, and Oikawa let out a shaky breath as he started to laugh at himself. How pathetic he must look, but Akaashi has seen him worse off.
After he got him off the ice, Akaashi deposited Oikawa on the bench and sat beside him, rummaging around in the bag he pulled up from beside the bench. Oikawa looked down at the floor, closing his eyes and exhaling to try to relax. He jumped when a sudden, damp cold object tapped against the side of his face, and when he looked he saw that Akaashi was holding out a raspberry flavored sports drink for him.
"Thanks." Oikawa said, taking the drink from him and opening the bottle.
"You haven't been taking care of yourself. Have you been eating properly?" Akaashi asked observantly. "How's your knee?"
"It's fine, I'm fine." Oikawa lied, taking a swig of the sweet beverage. His friend looked unconvinced and poked his right knee, causing him to hiss and choke on the drink.
"Liar." Akaashi rolled his eyes, bending down to slide the sleeves over his blades.
"Mean, Keiji-chan!" He complained once he recovered from choking. His friend simply rolled his eyes and gave him a firm look.
"Show me. Your career is over if you overwork your knee, you know that." Akaashi said, leaving no room for argument.
"Okay, okay." Oikawa sighed, pouting as he pulled up his pantleg. His knee was swollen, and the scar running in a vertical line across his kneecap looked red and aggravated. Just the sight of it made him sick to his stomach.
"You need to take the rest of the week off." Akaashi sighed, crossing his arms.
"It's only Tuesday! I can't take the week off!" Oikawa complained.
"It's October. We aren't competing again until December. You'll be fine." Akaashi argued, rationally.
"I'm fine, though." He grumbled, pursing his lips.
Akaashi just stared blankly at him for a moment and sighed deeply, shaking his head. "You and I both know you're not. If you don't take care of yourself, you can't compete."
"I know, I know. Geez, sometimes you're worse than a mother, Keiji-chan." Oikawa complained, even though he knew his friend was right.
"Who else is going to make sure you take care of yourself?" Akaashi shrugged, reaching into his gym bag. "That reminds me, Coach recommended this masseuse that's supposed to be really good with sports injuries back when I pulled my hamstring. He works in a spa near here, I think."
At the word 'spa' Oikawa perked up. It'd been a while since he'd treated himself to a day at the spa. A long while. "A massage actually sounds nice." He sighed, leaning his face into his palm.
Handing over a worn business card, Akaashi smiled just slightly. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"Iwaizumi Hajime at Aoba Spa, hm?" Oikawa said as he looked at the card. "I wonder if he takes walk-ins."
At that, Akaashi shrugged. "I don't know.. You could stop in today and see, it's not too far from here."
"True, if not I can always make an appointment." He flashed a smile at his friend and stuffed the card into his pocket. "Thanks,"
"Don't thank me, you've been out of it since you and that guy split up." Akaashi said, sighing.
"Have not." He denied, even if he knew he has been a little distracted lately. "I don't even care about it that much."
"Right, anyway," Akaashi started, ignoring his comment with a small roll of his eyes. "Make sure you go home and eat something substantial after you're done at the spa. Call for a cab, too. You shouldn't aggravate your knee any further."
"Yes, mom." Oikawa replied sarcastically.
Akaashi sighed. "Don't think I won't come over to make sure you've eaten."
"I know, I know. I promise to eat and take a taxi home, alright?" Oikawa smiled at his friend, grateful for his worrying even if he didn't say so.
"Good." Akaashi's said, sounding relieved. He handed over the sleeves to Oikawa's blades and stood up. "Come on, let's go change."
--
Oikawa walked to the spa, seeing as how it was literally right down the road from the ice skating rink and he wasn't about to pay the outrageous amount of money for a cab if he was only traveling a few blocks. He'd really overdone it, he realized as each step became more painful than the last. He was so thankful that Akaashi had taken his bag, he couldn't handle the extra weight at this point, and figured that he might need to use his crutches for the next several days.
He stopped when he saw the sign that read 'Aoba' in fancy, swooping characters. A bell chimed as Oikawa pushed the door open and limped into the building, heading straight for the front desk. His eyes swept around the clean and elegantly decorated parlor, and he could faintly hear the sound of light and beautiful string music. Taking a deep breath, a small smile formed on Oikawa's lips as he took in a soothing earthy scent that reminded him of the woods that he and Akaashi used to escape to when they were kids.
"Excuse me?" Oikawa called, leaning on the counter to get some weight off of his leg.
"You don't need to shout." A bored male voice sounded, startling Oikawa by it's closeness. A fair skinned man with black hair parted in the middle seemed to rise from behind the counter, blinking tiredly as if Oikawa had woke him up. "Welcome to Aoba spa and therapies." The man said, pausing to yawn. "Kunimi Akira, at your service." He droned, leaning his face into his palm.
"Er.. I'm looking to get a massage," Oikawa started, looking over the young man; he was undoubtedly cute, but not exactly his type. This Kunimi fellow seemed to be very apathetic, and that wasn't a trait he was particularly fond of. He pulled the worn business card that Akaashi gave him from his pocket, and turned it in his fingers to get a look at the name again. "I was told that there's someone here that specializes with athletic injuries, er.. Iwaizumi Hajime-san?"
"Please wait here," Kunimi said, standing up to reveal that he was taller than Oikawa had originally thought, while still not quite as tall as he was. He watched him come around the counter and disappear down a carpeted hallway that lead towards the back of the building.
Sighing and stretching out his leg with a pained hiss, Oikawa waited. He tapped his fingertips on the counter and was eyeing the chairs on the opposite side of the lobby with a sort of longing. His right knee burned and throbbed even without him putting any weight on it. He prayed that he hadn't destroyed the corrective surgery he'd had on his tendon back in his freshman year of college. He'd made a recovery and was able to continue his career last time but if he destroyed it again, he'd lose everything.
"Excuse me," said a man that was taller than Kunimi (and himself) as he emerged from the hallway, holding a file folder. "Are you here for Iwaizumi-san?" He asked.
Nodding, Oikawa forced a charming smile in his direction. "I am." He said pleasantly, ignoring the throbbing of his knee. The taller man nodded, fidgeting a little bit as Oikawa looked him over. It wasn't often he met someone taller than him. "And who might you be?" He asked.
"Kindaichi Yuutarou," he answered with a small bow. The young man was obviously the nervous type, he couldn't help but think that this Kindaichi guy was bound to be much more entertaining than Kunimi was. Kindaichi opened the folder and pulled out a small packet of papers. "Iwaizumi-san is with a client right now, but he should be finishing up soon. If you would, please fill out the paperwork here, um.." He said, holding out the packet. The desire to play with this young man was playing at the back of his mind. And what can he say? He knew that he had poor impulse control.
"I'm Oikawa." He introduced himself with a sweet smile, taking the packet from Kindaichi. He made sure to barely touch his hand with his fingertips as he took the papers. It was all too easy to make him blush, and Oikawa made sure to hold eye contact with him for a moment.
"O-Oikawa-san, then." Kindaichi stammered, clearing his throat as he tore his eyes away. "S-Since you're seeking treatment for an injury, it's important that Iwaizumi-san gets some information regarding it. Please feel free to take a seat in the waiting area while you fill that out."
"Of course, Kindaichi-kun." He said, a little disappointed that he was able to (mostly) maintain his professionalism. "Is there a pen that I could borrow?"
"Ah, right." The young man nodded, ducking behind the counter. He plucked a pen from a cup on the desk behind the counter and passed it over to Oikawa. "Here."
"Thank you." Oikawa said as he took the pen from him and limped across the room toward one of the chairs and sat down. The relief was immediate when he got off his legs and it washed over him in a wave of calm. He went to cross his legs at the knee but decided against it when a throb of pain burned through his swollen right knee. He tried to ignore the fact that he was uncomfortable and grit his teeth, focusing all of his attention on filling out the paperwork.
--
"Alright, Nakamura-san," Iwaizumi sighed as he took a couple steps back from the table, "how's your back? Feel any better?"
The middle aged woman on the table hummed with a slow nod. "Mmm, yes. Thank you so much Iwaizumi-sensei." She said, her soft voice calm and comfortable.
"It was no trouble at all," he answered pleasantly, wiping his hands on a clean towel that he'd left folded on a rolling island before starting on Mrs. Nakamura's massage. "Take your time when getting up, alright?"
She nodded, and slowly pushed herself to a sitting position, holding a towel over her front. "Honestly, Iwaizumi-sensei, you're a lifesaver. If it weren't for you working my back every couple of weeks, I'm sure I'd be too stiff to manage my store."
"You're too kind," Iwaizumi answered, motioning to the small changing area behind a curtain toward the back of the room. "Take your time getting ready to go, Nakamura-san. I'm going to step out to meet with another client."
"Yes, yes. Go on, I can manage myself from here." She replied kindly, with a small half-bow from her spot on the table.
Iwaizumi nodded to her and excused himself from the room, closing the door behind him for his client's privacy. Once in the hall, he exhaled and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands free of the extra oils that he'd worked into his client's body. He turned off the water and dried his hands on a fresh towel, which he deposited into the laundry bin on his way down the hall toward the parlour where his new client with a sports injury was waiting for him.
He approached the counter where Kunimi was sitting, boredly rolling a pencil over the desk. "Hey, did he hand in the paperwork?" Iwaizumi asked.
Kunimi looked up and shook his head before nodding his head toward the parlour. "It looks like he's still filling it out. Kindaichi said he was limping pretty badly before.."
"Limping, huh?" Iwaizumi hummed, looking into the waiting area where he saw a man sitting in a chair with his back turned toward them. "So a leg injury."
"That's what I was thinking," Kunimi yawned, nodding in agreement.
Leaving Kunimi at the counter, he walked toward the brunette in the chair. "Excuse me, you're the one that's here about the athletic injury, right?" Nodding, the man looked up at him and Iwaizumi was momentarily taken aback. He was stunningly attractive, but he also seemed so familiar that Iwaizumi swore he'd seen him somewhere before, though he couldn't place where.
"Yeah, I'm Oikawa Tooru." He introduced himself, flashing a small smirk as his eyes fell to give him a once over. Even his name sounded familiar, even if there was something about that expression that Iwaizumi didn't like; if anything it pissed him off.
"Iwaizumi Hajime." He introduced himself politely, despite the way the flirtatious air in his new client's personality frustrated him. Oikawa held his hand out for him to shake, and Iwaizumi had to fight back a grimace at how the man before him made sure to trace his fingers down his palm as their hands parted. He swallowed down his frustration; he had a job to do, he didn't have to like him. "Why don't you tell me a little about your injury?"
"Oh, right." Oikawa nodded, flicking his hair from his eyes as his smile faltered, showing a more worried expression on his face. "I'm a figure skater, and ever since I was a child I had a case of reoccurring patellar tendinitis." he said, his eyes falling to his lap as if he had to force himself to admit to this. "I used to skate through it anyway, it wasn't going to hold me back, you know?" Iwaizumi nodded, listening to the way Oikawa's voice softened and watching as his throat bobbed when he swallowed.
"Patellar tendinitis, huh? That's not uncommon in athletes," Iwaizumi said, in what he hoped sounded a little reassuring. "but skating while you're in pain isn't the best idea. You should know that overworking an injury will only cause you problems later on."
Oikawa chuckled, nodding in agreement with a forced smile. "I know that all too well, actually. About 6 years ago, I skated through a flare up and had a nasty fall on the ice when I was landing a triple toe mid-competition. I sprained my knee, and tore my tendon pretty badly; needed corrective surgery to fix it,"
"Does it bother you often?" Iwaizumi asked, crossing his arms.
He shrugged, shifting in his chair with a wince. "It depends.. usually I'm okay, but every so often it flares up and becomes painful."
Iwaizumi frowned. "And you skate through the pain?"
"I do. Skating is all I have," Oikawa said, his hand moving to rub over his thigh above his right knee. "I don't expect you to get it, but can't let this take skating away from me."
Nodding, Iwaizumi found himself letting his eyes linger on the man that seemed so raw and vulnerable in that moment. He seemed like a completely different person. "It will if you don't give your knee a rest when it hurts. Don't be stubborn and hurt yourself even more." He rolled his eyes. Glancing to the clock on the wall, he saw that it was almost time to close up, and frowned. He wanted to take a look at his knee, see what he was working with. Iwaizumi tsked, and held out his hand for the paperwork, earning himself a surprised expression from the stubborn man. "You're finished with the paperwork, right?"
"Yeah," Oikawa nodded dumbly, handing over the small stack of papers. The surprised glint in his wide eyes was a little baffling, but Iwaizumi didn't let himself get too distracted before he looked away. Seriously, where did he see this guy before?
He brought the papers to the front desk as he flipped through them, and plopped them onto the desk in front of Kunimi. "Put these on file, I'm taking him in now."
Blinking, Kunimi just stared at him for a moment before he spoke. "We close in ten minutes, Iwaizumi-san."
"I know, I just want to get a feel of the injury before I take him on." He explained. "You and the others don't need to stay late, I'll take care of locking up."
"Er.. alright." Kunimi said warily.
Oikawa stood up and approached the counter, making small pained gasps each time he stepped down on his right leg. "I-I suppose I should make an appointment since it's close to closing time, right?" He said, obviously forcing himself to remain calm despite the pain he was in.
Nodding, Iwaizumi turned toward him, seeing that he was taller than him. "Oikawa-san, when is a good time for an appointment?" He asked, putting his hand on his hip.
"I'm free all week," he answered with a shrug, and Iwaizumi could feel the taller's eyes on him. Either this guy recognized him as well, or he was oogling him like a piece of meat, he couldn't tell which.
Kunimi nodded and wrote Oikawa's name down in the appointment book. "I'm putting you down for tomorrow at 2pm, does that work?"
"Ah, yes. Thank you." Oikawa said, finally tearing his eyes away from Iwaizumi and turning toward the door.
"Oikawa-san." Iwaizumi spoke up, causing the man to pause in his movements. "Come with me, I want to take a look at your knee first."
Oikawa looked back at him with a surprised expression. "Aren't you closing?"
Iwaizumi nodded. "Yeah, but this is causing you a lot of pain. I'd like to get a feel of your injury before tomorrow. Then I'll be able to figure out how to treat you." The taller man just nodded dumbfoundedly, and Iwaizumi reluctantly admitted to himself that the action was actually kind of cute. He motioned for Oikawa to follow him, and started his way down the hall.
--
Oikawa followed the other man with a wince whenever he put weight on his right leg, though he tried not to make the pain obvious. He watched the fabric of Iwaizumi's t-shirt pull taut with each of his movements, stretching over an obvious expanse of firm muscle. God, this man may be shorter than him but he had everything else that Oikawa liked in a guy, physically. Thick muscular arms, broad shoulders, a firm jawline, piercing eyes, handsome face. If he weren't in so much pain, he'd definitely be pulling out all of the moves to get him to bed.
Oikawa stopped when Iwaizumi did, blinking at the suddenness of the gesture as he'd nearly bumped into him. A door to their right had opened and a small, middle aged woman stepped out and bowed toward him. "Thank you again, Iwaizumi-sensei. I'll make another appointment with Kunimi-chan." She said, walking over and slipping some money into his hand. "I'll see you in a couple weeks."
"I look forward to it Nakamura-san." Iwaizumi said, turning to her with a grin as he tucked the money into his pocket. The older woman bowed again before turning to make her way down the hall toward the parlour of the spa. Oikawa was too busy looking at Iwaizumi's smile to pay much attention to her, and he decided that he'd really like to see him grin like that again. Iwaizumi looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Oikawa said with a wave of his hand, watching Iwaizumi stare at him with a contemplative expression. "You're really nice to your regulars, aren't you?" He asked with a smile.
"I guess," he replied, rubbing his neck a bit. He turned and walked down a couple more doors and opened one for him. "Come in here, please,"
"Right." Oikawa answered, flashing a sweet smile in Iwaizumi's direction as he limped past him into the room. The room was small and dimly lit. The room smelt faintly of incense, painted a calming tea green with tapestries hanging on the walls. There was a massage table in the center of the room, and a curtained off changing area in the backward most corner.
"Can you roll up your pant leg or would it be easier to let you take them off?" Iwaizumi asked, getting right to business. Oikawa figured this is as good a time as any to start busting out his charms so he was warmed up for the first opportunity he'd get to bed him.
He pretended to think over his opinions for a moment, and nodded to himself. "Taking them off would probably be best," he said looking at the other with a small smile. Iwaizumi just nodded in his direction, apparently uninterested. Oikawa turned his back toward him, bent at the waist and slid his sweatpants off, wincing when he moved his leg to take the pants off his ankles and fold them up.
"Get on the table," the shorter man instructed. How odd.. Iwaizumi didn't seem particularly interested in his body. In fact, he didn't look like he was affected by Oikawa's presence at all. He nodded, moving to sit on the table and hissing when he accidentally put too much pressure on his leg.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, his eyebrows raised in worry.
"Oh, yeah.. nothing I haven't felt before." Oikawa said, pushing himself up into the table. He leaned back on his arms to take a deep breath in an attempt to ease the pain in his knee that just continued to pulse. The scar across his kneecap was hideous and he hated the fact that this was the first thing that this handsome man would know about him.
"Alright." Iwaizumi nodded, pulling up a rolling stool and sitting in front of him. "Let's see what's going on shall we?"