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“Can’t… get my shirt… tucked,” Iwaizumi mumbles, breathing sharply through his nostrils when Oikawa bites harder than intended near the pulse at his neck, all the while deft hands reaching below to unzip Iwaizumi’s pants, tuck the shirt in, and cinch everything in place again. 

“There,” Oikawa says with a quiet laugh and Iwaizumi has the slight urge to clamp his hand over his mouth to quiet him. “All better. You should’ve just stayed in your gym clothes. So much easier to get you out of them.”

“Shut up, idiot. They’ll hear us.”

“We’re in my classroom and the door’s locked. You worry too much, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa presses a quick kiss against the corner of Iwaizumi’s mouth, untangles his arms, and runs a hand through his disheveled hair with a sort of practiced flair. “Besides, if that tie doesn’t give it away, then I fear our dear students may not be as smart as I’ve given them credit for.”

Adjusting the mentioned tie, Iwaizumi scowls and pins Oikawa with a withering glare. “If you hadn’t given me those crocodile tears for not wearing it–”

“They were not crocodile tears!” Oikawa responds with a pout, lip jutting out petulantly like a child. “They were actual tears! I put thought into that gift!”

“Yeah, yeah, of course you did,” Iwaizumi says, chuckling as he traces the pout away and replaces it, instead, with a kiss that lingers a second too long. When he pulls back, he rearranges a tendril of Oikawa’s hair, the strands missed and sticking out funny when Oikawa first raked through them. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” comes the confirmation as Oikawa strides toward the door and unlocks it. “Remember, wait five minutes after I leave. Don’t want to play up the rumors now.”

Iwaizumi deadpans before he sighs and drags a hand down his face. “You really are something el–”

But before he can finish, a succession of bright lights flash as excited chatter floods in from the hallway. Oikawa stands there, shell-shocked and speechless, as one of the girls squeal before running off in tears. The others seem to be enthusiastic about the confirmation and Iwaizumi supposes now would be a good time to save his other half from a barrage of very interested questions. 

Slinging an arm around Oikawa’s shoulders, he flashes a grin that seems much too amused at the crowd of what he assumes to be Oikawa’s fangirls. “Come on, show’s over. You’re all supposed to be paying attention in class instead of him, anyway.”

One girl steps forward from among the dozen others and tilts her head, mildly confused. “I think you’ve gotten it all wrong, Iwaizumi-senpai.” She turns to look at her friends before offering a timid smile at Iwaizumi. “Oikawa-senpai is attractive, sure. But he’s not the one we’re disappointed about.”

He feels an arm slide around his waist, Oikawa apparently now recovered from his initial surprise. “And the day has finally come. I feel extremely validated.”

“About what?”

“Your hotness.”

“…”

“I’ve been trying to tell you since high school. You make such good eye candy, Iwa-chan.”

“…”

“…”

“…wait, what?”