Iwaoi one shots

Recording. (Pocky game/ steamy-ish)

A/N: Rushed because I wanted to get something out for you guys :)

Warning: Elements of bullying, pocky game rules may be wrong, enemies to lovers, taller Iwa, cussing, making out.

After a very preoccupied morning, Tooru had finally made it to his locker for the first time today. He puffed out a breath of relieving air, controlling the tempting urge to scream into his hollow locker, as he opened it sluggishly. Rubbing his eye in an aggressively fatigued manner, Oikawa flinched, a creased piece of torn, lilac paper gracefully fluttered to the marked floor of the hustling hallway, innocently scaring him.

Without a word, he leant over to pick it up. 

An intruding foot came into contact with the back of his leg, causing him to fall forward onto his knees, with a grunt. 

Tooru blinked away the dull ache, peering up through long lashes to find the culprit walking away, smugness radiating from the prick, as if nothing had happened.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

What a dick.

Looking back at the paper in hand, Tooru carefully unfolded the mysterious message, skim reading as he hauled himself from the floor.

Music room.
12:05 pm.

Oikawa frowned, glancing at his watch.

12:03.

The brunette was intrigued, mindlessly shutting his locker, before setting off down the hall.

The same hall Iwaizumi had strolled down.

Reaching the music room in record time, Oikawa opened the oak door warily, taking deep but stuttering breaths to calm both his wild anxiety and running heartbeat.

Inside, the soft sunlight illumed through the glistening window, falling upon rows of glossy desks, giving the classroom a coruscating glow. Doe eyes scanned the pretty room, widening when they fell upon an emotionless Hajime, closed-eyed, basking in the warm rays. His shaped raven locks, looking a rich, chocolatey brown in the gold lighting, spindly shadows of his eyelashes projecting a smoky flair to the canvased skin of his defined cheekbones, his whole face looking finely sculpted in the beautiful beams.

The brunette gulped at the thought of even checking the imbecile out. 

He slowly backed away, holding the door with a little bit of force as it followed behind him hastily, trying to avoid making a single noise, but according to the universe, today wasn't Oikawa's day, as the door hinges betrayed him, letting it be known to his nemesis that he was there. 

The clearing of a throat, one Tooru would preferably like to have his hands around, could be heard in the empty room.

"Don't think you're leaving Shittykawa." The hairs on the back of the said teen's neck stood to attention at the husky tone, and with a sigh, Oikawa entered the room once again 

This time, Iwaizumi was found setting up his phone camera, clicking record on the video setting as the brunette watched himself come into view. He glared at the elder through the lens, Hajime only staring at him with the same intensity. The two continued to stare indirectly, the younger beginning to notice the sharpness of the other's gaze.

Unnerving...

"Can I at least know why you're videoing me?" Oikawa crossed his arms as some sort of intimidation tactic, proving futile as Hajime grew closer. The crossed arms flailed slightly as he backed up into a desk, the top of Tooru's plush thighs digging into the rough edge, his weakened knees knocking with the other's. Without thinking, the brunette attempted to push the raven away, his wrist being caught instantaneously and pinned aggressively to the desk.