bluecastleace | PSL/Meme Continuation Post

[Ugh, seriously!! Tooru tries not to grimace as the waitress hides a smile before leading them to their booth.]

Only if we get an extra seat for your temper, Iwa-chan~

[Once the waitress is gone, though, Tooru whips his head around and pouts at him.]

Why do you do that whenever a cute girl is around? [It's on purpose, Tooru knows it is.] Just because you scare all of them away with your face doesn't mean you need to do the same for me.

Mostly to show them what a pathetic wimp you are. [It is definitely on purpose, and he is definitely smirking right now as he takes his seat.] Sit down, ya drama queen. She has to come back to serve you anyway - unless she’s so put off she asks to switch with that guy.

[He nods in the direction of a large, very hairy young man with a face that Iwa’s mother would probably call “unfortunate looking”.] You could take him home instead. I’ll leave you two to your privacy.

[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.

Pretty boys, yeah.

[There he goes again. Iwaizumi’s not sure why he does it, really. He’s got no problem with boys going for boys, girls going for girls, whoever going for whoever, but...

[It’s something he’s always teased Oikawa for, and something he’s been teased about by plenty of guys - a jock thing, right? You mess with each other about that sort of thing, push buttons, get responses. He doesn’t mean anything by it, really! So why does making that particular jab sit so heavily in his gut? Maybe because he knows deep down that he’s projecting something—

[But no, no. He’d never go for that. Not really. And neither would Oikawa, right? That idea sits even more heavily on him.

[No, Oikawa would never go for that. So it’s fine. Right? No big deal.]

[Another joke that he should be used to, yet can't shake off as easily as he'd like. "Why, are you volunteering?" is on the tip of his tongue, as it always is, though he never brings himself to say it. Letting those words rolls off his tongue, no matter how flippant he could make them sound, would be crossing a line that Tooru isn't ready to even admit is there yet.]

Now, that isn't nice. [Tooru peers over the top of his menu, falling into a familiar teasing tone.] Just because it annoys you when the cute girls flock to me doesn't mean you should insult them like that.

[There, nice and simple. Side-stepping the joke and bringing up his popularity with the girls at the same time--Tooru feels both relieved and sick at how easily these little misdirections come to him now.]

[Iwaizumi can’t help but roll his eyes at yet another mention of all the many girls that flank Oikawa wherever he goes. It would be easier to stomach if it weren’t true, which only makes it all the more annoying. They’re in a new place now, but Iwaizumi is sure that it won’t take long for Oikawa to gain a new following once school starts. A familiar - and even more irritating - pang of jealousy twinges in Iwaizumi’s gut.]

Yeah, whatever. [”As if I have any problem getting girls,” he wants to say, but...Oikawa would know better than anyone that Iwaizumi doesn’t really get around - that’s by choice mind you, but putting himself in a position where he’d have to point that out would only be more nerve-racking.] You gonna sit there whining, or are you gonna eat something?

[He picks up the menu himself, distracts himself with it (as if he’s not gonna go for the tofu he literally picked this place out for).]

Says the one who started it. [Breezy answer aside, Tooru relaxes as their conversation finally shifts away from the danger zone and into something much safer.]

The ramen sounds good. [Filling and warm, and not too odd, considering the weather hasn't started changing just yet. Tooru smiles, more a smirk than anything, but still fond, as he lightly kicks at Iwaizumi's foot under the table.]

Stop pretending to look at the menu. We both know you picked the tofu as soon as you saw it was today's special.

[Iwaizumi kicks him back (maybe a little too hard), but can’t hide the small grin that crops up with their playfulness.] Shaaaddup. Like you aren’t about to ask to stop for milk bread on the way home, you creep.

[The epitome of maturity right here! Tooru, of course, can't let things lie (when has he ever??) and squashes Iwaizumi's foot under his this time.]

You were eyeing the bakery, too, Iwa-chan! You can't blame this all on me.

[They're so caught up in their bickering, Tooru doesn't even notice the waitress coming back until she places two glasses of water and a small dish with edamame onto their table. She's definitely hiding a smile as she does all this. Tooru's ears grow a bit warm as he sits upright again.]

Miso ramen for me. [He tells her, avoiding her eyes this time.]

[Iwaizumi stomps down on his foot like they’re both six years old again, then smiles at the waitress.]

Agadeshi Tofu. Please. [He hands her the menu.]

Now who's flirting? [Tooru mutters, as soon as the waitress is out of earshot. Yes, he's being a brat, so sue him.

He can't even blame Iwaizumi for exposing their immaturity in front of the girl when he was the one who started it this time. Silently, plucks an edamame from the dish and pops the beans into his mouth, somehow managing to look sullen the entire time.]

What, you think I should ask for her number on the receipt?

[He flicks a bean at him. These two really shouldn’t be allowed out in public.]

[Such a simple question shouldn't invoke such a visceral sense of jealousy, but it does, and Tooru hates that it does. There's no reason to feel this way, when he knows Iwaizumi's still his best friend despite all their squabbling, and him dating someone isn't going to change that. Besides, isn't Tooru the one who keeps telling Iwaizumi to shape up so he can get a girlfriend?

He doesn't have an answer to all the questions floating around in his mind (but really he does), so he chooses to ignore them and flick a bean right back.]

I dunno... you had such a scary look on your face. Are you sure you didn't already scare her off? Oh, wait, that's just how you look all the time!

[While Oikawa battles himself internally for the jealousy he’s feeling, Iwaizumi waits to see any sign of it. Sometimes there’s what he thinks might be a flicker, but—- No. Oikawa doesn’t feel that way. Neither of them feel that way! Nope. Not one bit.

[So why is it so frustrating when Iwaizumi doesn’t get the reaction he’s looking for? And why is he looking for it?]

Wow, you’re so funny. And here I thought I might actually pay for dinner.

You're right, I am funny. [He leans back, propping his arms against the booth's back rest.] And too bad, I already said I'd pay this time!

[There's really no need for Tooru to look so damn smug over taking away Iwaizumi's leverage, and yet here he is, smirking like he's just pulled off a service ace.]

[Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.]

I thought after the kaiju attack you decided not to. Remember? [You little snot.]

Well, I've changed my mind! [It's accompanied with a nudge to his foot again, this time more fond than as a way to get a rise out of his friend.]

Say "Thank you, Oikawa-sama!" and I'll even forget you threw Godzilla at me.

[Which was a gift to you!! How ungrateful.]

Fuck you, Shittykawa-baka.

Did I do it right?

[A nudge in return - also fond.]

[There's a twitch of his lips, the slightest hint of amusement, because of course that'd be Iwaizumi's response.]

Hmmm~ [Tooru pretends to think about it.] I could've sworn I'd asked you to say something else. Where's the "thank you" or even the "Oikawa-sama"? It's not like you to miss something so important!

[Another nudge. Are they... playing footsie under the table now, is that what's happening?? Not that Tooru would ever admit it.]

Edited (words are hard!!) 2020-11-13 00:22 (UTC)

[Honestly, the forceful stomping and kicking has devolved into something more like a game of footsie, but hey, Iwaizumi isn’t about to admit that either - he will enjoy it thought, continuing to nudge him gently under the table. His voice remains playfully harsh though.]

As if you’ll ever hear that shit coming out of my mouth, ya dumb ass.

[It’s only a few minutes later that the waitress brings back their food, smiling sweetly as she sets it down in front of them. Is her look lingering a little longer on Oikawa than it does Iwaizumi? He pulls his feet away under the table. Why does that bother him so much. She gives a light bow and walks away from the table just as Iwa rolls his eyes and goes to his food.]

Eat up, loser. [He starts in on his tofu, speaks again with food still in his mouth.] What’re we doin’ tonight? My old man gave me some sake before we left you know.

[Ironically, Tooru isn't looking at the waitress this time, beyond a cheerful "thank you!" and completely misses his cue to flirt with her some more. He's much more interested in the steaming bowl of ramen that's been placed on the table, and draws the food closer. This has absolutely nothing to do with the way their feet are still pressed together snugly under the table, of course.

To Iwaizumi's nagging, Tooru replies with a loud slurp of his ramen noodles, looking up to see if that makes Iwaizumi roll his eyes.]

What else could we be doing? You were complaining earlier about how much more unpacking we both had to do. [The way Tooru stuffs some chashu into his mouth isn't at all dignified, but he's starving, the first taste of the ramen reminding him that he and Iwaizumi hadn't had a real lunch. He perks up, though, at the mention of sake.]

Iwa-chan, are you suggesting we drink and unpack at the same time?

[The ramen-slurping does, in fact, make Iwaizumi roll his eyes, and also earns Oikawa a little snap on the head with Iwa’s chopsticks.]

Why you gotta eat so gross for? [He’s not not shouting when he says it.

[He huffs and settles back against his seat.]

Yeah, maybe. [He shrugs a little.] Better than just unpacking, isn’t it?

Iwa-chan! [Tooru gasps, sounding thoroughly scandalized and pretending to rub at the spot on his head.] What will people think of you treating your friends like this? Imagine what a bad impression you're giving our new neighbors!

[And yet, he's not fazed at all, smirking at Iwaizumi before slurping up more noodles like he wasn't just chastised for it.]

Hm. You do have good ideas, though, so I guess I'll forgive you~ Let's have the sake tonight!

[Iwa’s glare ensures. Another chopstick snap.]

Do you want me to share my booze or not?

Finish up already so we can go.

[A “gentle” kick under the table for good measure.]

And you better not get so drunk you’re useless, light weight.

[It's probably terrible that he's so used to it, he barely reacts to the kick except with a slight purse of his lips.]

We'll see who's the lightweight! [He says, singsong, and points his chopsticks at Iwaizumi.] Besides, I've already got most of my things unpacked, unlike a certain someone else.

[It's a total lie; he hasn't even touched his clothes, preferring to put up his posters and other things to pretty up his room first.]

PSL/Meme Continuation Post

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Took some liberties hope that’s okay!

totally fine!

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