[It's not the first time Iwaizumi's made such a comment, but the sudden, cold grip of unease in his chest doesn't get any easier to ignore, no matter how many times he feels it. Tooru pushes the feeling down, squashing it down relentlessly until it disappears.
As purposefully as he can, he flips his hair and looks the waiter up and down like he didn't just internally freeze up at the very suggestion. Like he doesn't sometimes wonder if Iwaizumi's opinion of him would change if he--
No. There's nothing to wonder about because he doesn't think like that at all.]
As if. [Tooru sniffs, flapping a hand dismissively as if the whole thing is ridiculous to him.] Not my type at all. You know my tastes are much prettier, Iwa-chan.
ooh boy here we go
As purposefully as he can, he flips his hair and looks the waiter up and down like he didn't just internally freeze up at the very suggestion. Like he doesn't sometimes wonder if Iwaizumi's opinion of him would change if he--
No. There's nothing to wonder about because he doesn't think like that at all.]
As if. [Tooru sniffs, flapping a hand dismissively as if the whole thing is ridiculous to him.] Not my type at all. You know my tastes are much prettier, Iwa-chan.