Full summary: Oikawa Tooru is a world renown figure skater, he's made to be on the ice. He had everything he could've wanted; fame and fortune, his face plastered everywhere, devoted fans, and a comfortable life with a patient friend. Life was good... Until the stars aligned and he laid eyes on a hockey player who commanded the rink and unknowingly flipped Oikawa's life upside down. He has to have him. He wants him, and Oikawa Tooru always gets what he wants (much to Iwaizumi's frustration). It's hard to want what you can't have, but sometimes, what you can't have is the most tempting.

First time I'm posting Haikyuu on here! :D and my first Haikyuu story in general~! This is also on Ao3 by the way, if you wanted to see the different pairings in this or the tags on ao3 ( I have the same name there and the story is obviously called the same thing there). I haven't posted on here in a while so I forgot how it works, Ao3 is spoiling me I think. ;-; but enjoy~~ ( I have the first three chapters immediately because I've had it posted on ao3 for a while... and forgot about here...)

Skates sliced easily over the ice, feet moving in perfect time, almost looking like they should be tripping over themselves with how fast and precise their movements were. The rest of the lithe body twisted and flexed, performing a perfect biellmann spin. The skate that was expertly grabbed in air was pulled higher than the skater's head, flexibility definitely required. A skin tight shirt left nothing to be imagined, trained muscles rippling as the skater seemed to almost float over the ice. His slightly curly brunette locks bounced and fluttered back as he glided around, somehow always maintaining an aura of grace. Anyone who tried to deny that this skater wasn't good looking was lying to themselves.

Oikawa Tooru is a world class figure skater, never having made it all the way, always getting second best at the final. He certainly has a lot of fans, some who come to watch him practice so they can all but melt into a puddle as they gaze at him. His routines are always mesmerizing to watch, filled with fluid movements that melt into each other, yet being flamboyant and powerful all at once. Oikawa went into what Akaashi calls his 'zone' where he gets completely absorbed in what he's doing or if he's trying to learn a new move and next to nothing can bring him from it.

Today was one of those days. A number of professional skaters use this same building, Akaashi included, but Oikawa, without fail, is the last one to leave practice. He claims that 'he likes having the entire rink to himself', so he makes a point of staying late. Akaashi, at first, almost hated Oikawa, his personality overly prickish and full of a narcissistic, almost king like way of speaking. As if he was above everyone else and that everyone had to be wishing they were him. It's not an overly odd personality in this kind of business, but Oikawa has a way of getting under anyone's skin, it being made worse by the fact that this guy is the epitome of perfection and grace that substantiated his bold, self centered claims. Akaashi almost fell in with the skaters who didn't know Oikawa Tooru and all despised the pretty man. Almost. The raved haired man not only controlled his emotions startlingly well, but he also could see things. He knew full-well that Oikawa wasn't really a bad guy. What everyone saw was just a front he put on, he really was a hard working, yet still slightly annoying, devoted man who valued the opinions of everyone around him extremely highly. Oikawa really thought very little of himself. He wanted them to see him as the perfect being that he was, the poor guy even most likely has a self-esteem problem. Whether he wanted to or not, Akaashi became a close friend to Oikawa.

Which is why he didn't even bother attempting to call out to Tooru- who was still out there with sweat visibly soaking him, how that man skated this long, Akaashi will never be able to fathom- and simply strapped on his skates and glided out to Oikawa. Cutting in front of him, Akaashi managed to get Oikawa to look at him, watching the brunette man skid to a stop, ice being kicked up as he did so. When he spoke, he was panting, his signature smirk on his face, still looking like perfection, despite not smelling like it.

" Aka-chan! Hey, why….are you… out here… for?" Restraining the urge to roll his eyes, the short haired male settled for folding his arms in front of his chest. Tilting his head to the side, perpetually half lidded eyes pinned the other to the spot.

" Oikawa, you know why. You need to lighten up on the training. You'll skate yourself to an early grave. I swear you'll get frostbit one of these days." The flippant wave that he got in response from Oikawa made one of Akaashi's eyes twitch, not enjoying seeing his friend be so unconcerned about his own health.

" You're not my mom Akaashi~, I'll be fine-" The lithe skater shut his mouth at the look he was given, Akaashi leaving no room for arguing as he reached out, grabbing Oikawa's wrist to lead him off the ice.

" Ignoring your stupidity, we're going to a hockey game. My friend told me that this team is fun to watch without even knowing anything about hockey. And since we're who we are, we get to go to the locker room after to get a personal meeting with the players. I'll get you off this damn ice if it kills me Oikawa."

After a lot of whining on Oikawa's part, and after he had properly stretched (" I'm fine Akaashi! I don't think stretching is that important"), they set out for the stadium the game was going on in, the taller of the two grumbling all the way that 'he could be working on perfecting his new moves'. They sat down in their seats, which were close to the rink, it meaning that could nearly make out each player features beneath their protective face masks. Oikawa claimed that he didn't want to watch this brutish sport with 'cavemen knocking each other's teeth out while slapping a puck into a goal, it requires no skill', he's never been huge for sports (besides volleyball, his first love. He played competitively all through his school years until he discovered skating in college. He's still fond of it and frequently watches matches in his free time, analyzing it as if he was up against the team next himself, getting heated if his favorite team loses a point because they didn't read their opponents like Oikawa did.) Regardless of all of this, they were comfy in their seats, used to the temperature thanks for spending nearly everyday in a rink themselves.

Apparently, they made it just in time, the announcer calling the team out player by player, the crowd's volume reaching an almost deafening level. Sure, at their figure skating competitions, the crowds get loud, but Oikawa hasn't ever really experienced this side of the crowd before. It gives him a headache. Only half paying attention as the players skated out one by one, raising an eyebrow at one particularly amped player, Bokuto Koutarou # 3, by what the announcer called out over the crowd. Bokuto was positively bouncing , reminding Oikawa of an excited owl for some reason, the man's wild, amber eyes flitting around the crowd as his beaming smile took over his face. Out of the corner of Oikawa's eyes, he saw Akaashi sit up straighter, interest peaked. Oh? Before the skater could even open his mouth to poke fun at his friend for being interested in some stupid, jumpy owl, his eyes were drawn back to the rink, the name Iwaizumi Hajime # 4 , captain being called out.

Oikawa has never been a romantic, wanting to vomit at hearing movies or people say cliche things, but when he laid eyes on Aoba Johsai's number four, his breath hitched and his chocolate colored eyes blew wide. Iwaizumi was built , he didn't need to see the other man without all that padding and baggy jersey to assume that. His shoulders were set wide and strong, his posture giving off the confidence and strength of a good captain. Maybe it was his years in volleyball or just his usually impeccable intuition, but he immediately knew that this man was the pillar for the team, someone that all the players looked up to and counted on and trusted . Oikawa hasn't been so utterly attracted to a person so quickly in his life that it almost made him dizzy (or maybe it was the lack of oxygen to his brain? He realized he had been holding his breath this whole time….okay, that's better). The brunette leaned forward, straining to catch what his face looked like under his shielded helmet, liking what little he saw. Unlike the previous players, Hajime hadn't done any flashy movements towards the crowd aside from hold up his stick as he stood still, scanning the crowd once, as if to say 'thank you for being here, I won't let you down'. It all seemed to go in slow motion for Oikawa, his brain running over time, already imagining what this mysterious captain's muscles must look like while he skated over to stand with his team. Should he be ashamed…? Is it weird that he immediately had a hard on for someone at just seeing them extruding confidence and dependability…? Probably.

Not caring about any of the other players, Tooru whipped out his phone, hurriedly typing in Iwaizumi's name into google. Apparently, Hajime was a professional hockey player who lead his team to many victories and who's known for his strength and powerful slap shot. His slap shot is so intense, that one time, he hit a puck into the goalie's helmet and cracked it! Cracked ! Tooru's attraction only grew at that, it oddly sexy in a way that made him surprised at himself. Oikawa hesitated to look at some pictures of Hajime, not sure if this was a creepy thing to do before he declared, fuck it , he was just curious! It wasn't written anywhere that he wasn't allowed to look up pictures of a hockey player!

Bad idea.

This guy was unbelievably hot ! It even made Oikawa gasp as the pictures appeared on his phone, Akaashi definitely giving him a confused look at his friend gasping at his phone. Thankfully his friend didn't question it, hopefully used to Oikawa's weird dramatic habits. Iwa had piercing green eyes that went well with his sun kissed skin and short, spiky black hair. His default expression seemed to be mildly displeased, but it kind of suited him. It could also be because nearly every picture of him is on the rink, so he's most likely more tense than he'd normally get. The camera seemed to love his face, there not being a bad angle anywhere in the search results. There were pictures of him mild game, in the bench frozen in a yell, ones of him in interviews with him standing in the rink, then there was one that nearly broke Oikawa's heart… Iwaizumi was standing as straight as he's ever seen a person, shoulders thrown back, chin up, his hand clapped on Bokuto's shoulder. Bokuto's face was contorted with tears and he sobbed, almost doubled over, and Iwaizumi's expression was strained, lips pressed tightly together to form a line, his eyes far more watery than they should be. It was painfully clear that the captain was barely holding back tears, biting his bottom lip, face slightly red, heavy sadness swimming in those pretty green eyes. The score was at the bottom of the photo, their team having lost by a single point. It hit Oikawa in a very personal place... He's known that crippling sense of defeat before… at this point he's intimately familiar with it. It made him want to pull Iwaizumi into a hug.

His attention finally returned to the real Iwaizumi as the game began, Oikawa's eyes glued to the captain as he directed his team with a loud, demanding voice that rallied his teammates. They were all in sync, scarily aware of each other's thoughts without them even yelling loudly like they were. It kind of reminded Oikawa of a well choreographed dance, the way the puck was sent from person to person as they danced around the opposing players in quick succession. It took a grand total of 10 seconds before Aoba Johsai scored, the crowd going crazy.

Every time Bokuto scored and let out a ' hey hey hey !', he saw his friend almost smile, possibly as smitten as Oikawa himself. Wait, smitten ?! Has he ever in his life used that word before? Ew. Though he thought he knew his friend's type, and Bokuto definitely didn't seem to fit the mold, but hey, to each his own. He has no room to judge, seeing as he's already fawning over the hunky captain. Damn, are both of them really this hormonal…? They really need to get laid, they've spent too much time with their noses pressed to the ice. Hopefully they'll have luck with hockey players.

During the game, Iwaizumi came over to the bench, which Oikawa just so happened to be lucky enough to have a seat right next to, able to see the hockey player crystal clear. His breath left him in a rush yet again as Hajime spit out his mouth guard, taking off his helmet, shaking his head as he did so. Oh, photos don't even do him any justice… holy hell. Despite having helmet hair that somewhat glued itself to his forehead with sweat, he still pulled off sexy without any effort. The raven haired man was panting, sweat still running down his face as he eagerly took the offered water bottle, downing it. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself, especially when Iwa made to pull up his jersey a bit, trying to cool himself off. Needless to say he was right about him being ripped, his muscles rippling underneath his skin tight undershirt. The skater's eyes hungrily roamed his body, his brain already forming a mental picture of what those muscles would look like without clothing, sweaty for a very different reason, a warm blush gracing that beautifully colored skin- woah, day dreaming about fucking some hockey player you've only known about for about an hour now is a bad idea on many levels… Tooru feels like such a pervert… maybe he is…?! Oh god! He needs something to save his purity! Just how fucking horny can he be ?!

Oikawa's face dusted pink at watching those emerald eyes cut over to him, pinning him where he sat, breath gone (this is really becoming a problem, maybe he should see a doctor about sudden hockey player induced lack of breath). He… hadn't seen him all but mentally having sex with him, right…? Please god let Tooru's normally suave-ness still be intact so he can try and charm this stupidly attractive man! They had a little staring contest for a minute, the raven breaking eye contact first, looking back out at the ring with no hint that he even ever looked at Oikawa, save for a ghost of a smile on his lips. Said brunette's heart launched itself into orbit as Oikawa squirmed, forcing himself to look back at the game and not the hunk who was only a thick glass panel away from him. He's never been more in awe of his fans if this is how they feel about him, because lord, he doesn't know what to do with himself and can't handle this overwhelming surge of feelings inside him. Get it together Tooru! You've seen hot guys before! This isn't new!

It almost worried him when Hajime went back out, it not taking long before he was slammed roughly against the wall, the sound resounding and making Oikawa jump. Though he was the only one who looked concerned, Hajime shaking it off easily, his eyes just filled with fire. The first chance Hajime got, he returned the favor by slamming the guy against the wall as well, hard , much harder than he was slammed, perfectly making it look like an accident. Despite saying he was above such caveman actions, Oikawa grinned, almost proud that Iwaizumi didn't take shit from anyone.

Sure enough, Oikawa was amazed by how great of a player and captain Iwaizumi was, and praise isn't something Oikawa just gives out to anyone. Though, he could be biased, seeing as he's highly attracted to him and he's had no other experience with hockey to compare to Iwaizumi. All the same, he admires him. Aoba Johsai came out with the win, 7-3, and with how good all the players seemed to be, Oikawa wasn't too surprised.

Just as the players started filing back into the locker room, the player with black and white hair (seriously, is that real ), Bokuto, locked eyes with Akaashi for the first time, his helmet off now. It was almost comical how the other skated straight up to the glass, staring at his friend in awe , like Akaashi was some rare gem. Both his gloved hands pressed against the glass, his smile almost blinding as he all but smooshed his face on the glass. Said raven haired man shifted in his seat, flustered by all the attention. It only ended when one of the other players- that one with messy black hair and a killer smile- pulled him away and into the locker room.

Oikawa started ranting about the captain's sexy arms as soon as they were out of earshot, Akaashi only giving him a flat stare in return. They waited as everyone started filing out of the stadium, getting up before beginning to head over to the locker room, Tooru vibrating with excitement. He needed to meet Iwaizumi and flirt like no tomorrow. Once Tooru has set his eyes on something he wants, he works his ass off to get it. And holy hell does he want Hajime splayed out under him, making expressions so sinful that Oikawa feels like he needs a cold shower even picturing it. Surprisingly, Oikawa also wants to know everything about this mysterious hockey player. Wants to connect with him about the pressures of being a captain, and the crushing defeats he's sure they've both had. He wants to learn anything and everything about him. Which is a first, seeing as he usually just wants to have sex with the people he's attracted to. Maybe it's just because he, as a volleyball captain himself, he feels like he shares something in common with him. Either way, he's eager to see how Hajime responds to him.

They walked into the locker room without hassle, the guard nodding to them, recognizing them since their faces are just about everywhere. When they entered, Oikawa was hit with a familiar, but not all too lovely, smell of sweat and testosterone and a mixture of the various scents the guys threw on themselves to battle the B.O. Along with a murmur of different chats that were taking place. He didn't even flinch at seeing more than one bare ass, thankful for his time in volleyball preparing him for this. A couple heads turned to acknowledge their appearance (though, glumly, Tooru noted the one head he hoped would turn, didn't), otherwise the chatting continued.

A sudden blur of black and white before them startled both Oikawa and Akaashi, a face suddenly much too close to his friend's. Akaashi simply blinked at the hockey player inches from his face, feeling his insides turn at those intense amber eyes staring right through him. Hot breath blew across his face at the closeness, Akaashi's fist clenching on instinct, not too thrilled about the lack of personal space. The messy black haired guy spoke up, his voice showing just how amused he was by the situation, meanwhile Oikawa isn't sure if he should step in or not.

" You're staring again Bo~, if you keep it up, he looks like he's gonna punch you." He- Kuroo was it…Oikawa wasn't the best with names he only half heard- called, laughing to himself as he slipped on a shirt. Bokuto made no move to put distance between them, only practically staring into Akaashi's soul with his strange eyes.

" I didn't know a guy could be this pretty…" The owlish man blurted out, surprising himself as much as Akaashi, who seemed to be getting progressively redder. He threw Akaashi off, Oikawa never having seen the other man anything but stoic. Seeing his friend actually flustered was something new. Bokuto, recovering from the fact he just blurted out something embarrassing to Akaashi without getting punched, thrusted his hand out with another blinding smile. " Bokuto Koutarou!" The addressed gave him a wary look, cautiously taking his hand for a brief second, it barely a handshake.

" Akaashi Keiji…" He mumbled under his breath, half hoping Bokuto wouldn't hear it, but at the pleased chirp of 'what a pretty name!' coming from the other man, he definitely did. Oikawa smoothly slid away from the two as Bokuto launched into chatting about who knows what, Tooru deciding that he wasn't going to bail his friend from this weirdo. He has more important things to be doing! Like wooing that drop dead sexy captain!

Turning his head, he caught sight of Iwaizumi, his heart lurching at seeing him in nothing but boxers. His hungry caramel eyes ran all over Hajime's body, wanting to memorize the perfection just encase things didn't go well for them. That man's arms are sinfully beautiful… Oikawa didn't even know that he had a thing for arms, but fuck did he have nice ones… The taller of the two- he didn't think that Iwa would be shorter with how big of a presence he has- unknowingly had inched closer until he was standing next to Iwaizumi. Still ogling, Oikawa only realized he was being creepy with his intense staring and lack of even saying hello- nice one Tooru, really- when Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at him. Trying to recover some dignity, the brunette threw the other man his most charming smile, coolly leaning against the lockers next to him in an attempt to hide how desperate he felt.

" You were great out there, captain. I'm not overly familiar with hockey, but I know a great player when I see one. Congrats on the win!" He started, proud of how steady his voice was as he allowed his charming smile turn more flirty. Yet the other man just continued to stare at him, letting his eyes look Tooru up and down, sizing him up. His expression settled into one that was unimpressed, making Oikawa panic slightly. Yeah, he didn't think it was going to be easy to flirt with this guy, but he wanted some reaction. Holding out his hand, he gave him a lopsided grin. " I'm Oikawa Tooru, I'm sure you've heard of me, I'm a professional figure skater. So I'm real familiar with the ice myself." Iwaizumi yet again only looked at his offered hand, flicking his eyes back up to make Oikawa frozen to his spot, his eyes narrowing. Said man's eyes widened at hearing a scoff, a scoff come from the man of his dreams, the unimpressed look changing into one of slight disgust.

" Never heard of you." Came the gruff reply, Iwaizumi turning to pull on a shirt and grab his bag before he returned his attention to a ruffled Oikawa. How rude ! The way the other said that was full of spite and it irritated Oikawa more than he'd like to admit. " I don't make it habit to keep tabs on condescending pricks who eye me up all game and come into the locker room to eye me up some more and attempt to flirt." It was a verbal slap to the face that made Oikawa's jaw drop a bit, not sure what on earth he did to get such a massive cold shoulder. A few other player's who bothered to listen in laughed, making 'ohhh' noises for dramatic effect. Tooru's heart break at the cold reception melted into anger, his chest puffing up.

" And I thought you were going to be better than some stupid, brainless, meat head jock." He bit back, Iwaizumi already having started moving to leave, not reacting to Tooru's insult in the least. " And I'll have you know I'm world renowned!" He huffed, betting he sounded like a spoiled brat, but he's just so upset that Iwaizumi was such a jerk to him after having barely a conversation with the guy. Iwaizumi only waved a hand in the air lazily, not looking back as he mumbled out a 'good for you', leaving a fuming Oikawa in his wake. One of the player's, a guy with a light brown, almost pinkish colored hair mumbled out a 'come on Iwaizumi, that was a little harsh, don't you think?', but it went ignored.

Some of the guys shared laughs at Tooru's expense, said man just pouting at the door that Iwaizumi had left from, face red from a combination of embarrassment and anger. No one has rejected him before! Or at least not like that , in that blunt manner that was all sorts of rude. What had he done to him?! Besides stare at him in a way that might've (definitely) been uncomfortable, and then greet him in a semi-flirty way. He hadn't even hit on the guy! Yet… Oikawa made his way back to his friend whose conversation was paused, seeing as everyone in the locker room had been watching the encounter- or lack thereof. Oikawa was surprised the jumpy owl actually had the ability to shut up.

" I hate hockey." The brunette mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at nothing in particular. " Do I really come off that badly that he'd be so mean?" His brown eye fluttered up to his friend's, searching for an affirmation of some sort.

" Well, you do come off as a stuck up prick at first," Akaashi admitted, Oikawa letting out an indignant squeak as Akaashi continued. " Then you show that you are a prick, but a lovable one. I'm sure he'll come around. Maybe it's just post game high that made him snappy. I wouldn't take it personally." Akaashi reassured Oikawa, the latter not really believing that it wasn't personal. It seemed highly personal for some reason beyond Oikawa.

" It could be that you compared figure skating to hockey, I'm sure that might've pissed him off. And then you had been making googly eyes at him all game, so he probably pegged you as a self centered skater who just wanted in his pants." Bokuto supplied with a smile, not looking like he intended it to be as mean and blunt as it came off as. It didn't stop Oikawa from glaring at the black and white haired man, letting out another huff.

" Whatever, come on Akaashi, let's go practice. We've got a competition coming up anyways." The brunette's voice was laced with defiance, wanting to just skate out all his new anger, he grabbed his friend's hand, bodily dragging him towards the door. He stopped when there was a whiney squeak, looking back to see Bokuto nervously moving from foot to foot, looking at Akaashi.

" U-Um, would it, be okay, if, uh, I went to watch the competition you're in? I mean, we could like, hang out and stuff… if you want to." He mumbled softly, it barely registering to Oikawa's ears. Akaashi looked dumbstruck, nodding his head slowly, his head tilting to the side slightly.

" Yeah? I don't see why not. It's up to you whether you want to watch or not. I can't stop you from coming." Akaashi shrugged, not understanding why the other needed his permission to just show up to the competition. How would Akaashi even keep him away from it if he said no? He doesn't control who comes and doesn't come. They both could hear Bokuto's pleased yells as they left the locker room, Akaashi looking almost pleased, not that he'd admit to being amused by the other man's strange happiness.

Iwaizumi had spotted him when he went to the bench to cool off for a second, he was watching his every movement intently, eyes blown wide and so wanting that it almost made him feel like he was doing something dirty. Yet he wasn't. He was only pulling his jersey up to get his body back to a good temperature before he'd be back out there. The man in question has to have been the prettiest man Iwaizumi has ever laid eyes on. His auburn hair perfectly styled, the slight curls to the ends looking unbelievably soft, his complexion was unfairly clear, his features fitting that of a model. The man looked like he had took a wrong turn on his way to a photo shoot and had decided to stay for the time being. His warm brown eyes made Iwaizumi's knees weak, and his plush, pink, parted lips sent unwanted thoughts flooding into his head. Despite not having seen him do anything but stare at him, the captain had the distinct feeling that the other was probably graceful, he has that look to him, and he also looks like he's fairly well built. If Hajime had a type, he was certain this man would be it, yet, he didn't remember ever being into other men. The revelation would've been unsettling if it wasn't for the fact he was staring back at the most gorgeous man alive, who was- yes that definitely isn't from the cold- blushing at him. Hajime almost had half the mind to seek out this guy after the game and see if maybe he can score a date. Hell, this guy looks like he has the potential to be sex on legs, and god knows Hajime hasn't gotten laid in forever and could use some unwinding time.

Forcing his eyes away from him- how long had they been staring at each other for exactly...- he looked back out to the rink, slightly distracted now. He knew the corners of his lips were twitched up into a smile, flattered despite himself. He hadn't had someone stare at him like he was the most delectable thing on earth and look so… hungry before. The poor captain wasn't sure whether to be uncomfortable of being visually undressed by a hot stranger, or be happy and excited about this opportunity to cut loose and have fun. He'll just decide after this game. He needs his mind on the rink, no distractions. What kind of captain would he be if he let his team down because he saw a pretty face?

Even after he went back onto the ice, he could feel the eyes on his person, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Every time he was tempted to glance over to the model like man, his eyes remained trained on him, which made him lower his guard enough that he got slammed against the wall. Iwaizumi managed to catch the wince come from his admirer before his anger flared up and he returned the favor in earnest.

Thankfully his team is so strong that his mind being elsewhere didn't effect them at all; they still came out on top. Hajime tried his best to not look at his admirer as he headed with his team towards the locker room, only looking when Bokuto started freaking out. He was smushed up against the glass, gawking at the man next to his admirer. Rolling his eyes, he headed inside, trusting Kuroo would keep Bokuto from staring at the poor guy for too long.

" So~, Mr. ace captain, I saw you making eyes at a certain stranger~." He heard Hanamaki jeer, grinning at him as he stripped down to pop in the shower for a quick second. Of course, when there's Hanamaki teasing, Matsukawa is sure to join in not long after.

" Oh, you mean the one that was mentally doing sinful things to our beloved captain?" Matsukawa quipped, a mischievous look twinkling in his eyes. The light reddish brown haired male shared a look with the other, having a conversation with their eyes that Iwaizumi could never hope to even begin to understand. Captain or not, Hanamaki and Matsukawa's unspoken language will elude him forever, not that he wants to know what they're communicating. It probably is something that's not good for his blood pressure. Said well built man ignored his two tall team mates in favor for rinsing himself off. Sadly, the water didn't obscure their purposefully loud voices.

" That'd be the one! Who knew Iwaizumi swung that way, I was beginning to get the feeling he flew solo."

" He might even get laid, they grow up so fast,"

" Maybe he'll even be nicer with a fresh new lover's glow~," While toweling himself off, he threw the two an icy glare, both of them snapping their mouths shut, but doing nothing to wipe the smug looks over their faces. Squaring his shoulders, he went over to his locker to pull on some boxers, giving them another annoyed look over his shoulder.

" If you two don't shut up about what you think you saw, I can promise that more than a few fast pucks will fly your way during practice. The guy was pretty, sure, but I'm too busy for that shit. Just because he was being obvious about his attraction doesn't mean I'm going to be laid. Even if I was interested, I doubt I have a chance with someone like him. What makes you think I'd bottom anyways." He narrowed his eyes, questioning why he was friends with them when a commotion began. He didn't need to turn his head to see who had walked in, the looks on his friend's faces said it all. Iwaizumi didn't know whether he was very lucky, or very unlucky.

" Well, would you look at that. Your chance just walked in, and is ready to present itself to you, loverboy." Hanamaki positively glowed , giving him the biggest shit eating grin he's ever witnessed as he drug Matsukawa off with him to watch from afar. Iwaizumi stiffened, glaring at his bag as he stuffed his pads and uniform into it, praying that he doesn't get approached by his model. Unfortunately, fate hates him, or thinks it's doing him a favor, because his model was sliding up to him, still gawking. Okay, the more he does that, the less flattering and more embarrassing Iwaizumi finds it. Raising an eyebrow at the other man, he vaguely wondered if this guy knew how to do anything but how to look good and stare. He was saved from questioning that when this guy shook himself from his revery, his demeanor changing to a self aware, flirty one. Hajime will deny the way his heart fluttered at watching a flirty smile twist those luscious lips, his warm eyes melting him again. In the back of his mind, Hajime was cursing the other for being taller, maybe 5 cm, but it's almost infuriating. At this much closer, he can see he was right about the other being built, his physique lean and elegant. Grace seemed to radiate off of this guy, his movements exaggerated and languid. The shorter captain cursed himself for imagining that grace in bed, the heat burning in the other's eyes not helping anything.

All of his attraction for the other came crashing down at seeing a peek of an ego that promised to be large. ' I'm sure you've heard of me ', it made Hajime's blood boil more than it should've. Probably because the other was flaunting his attractiveness in front of Iwaizumi, acting like he was above everyone. He was the kind of person Iwaizumi hated. Oikawa knew how attractive he was and flaunted it accordingly, using it to his advantage and used it to look down on other's. He should've known that he was a figure skater. Those types are usually the most stuck up pricks around, and like fuck Hajime was going to fall for one of them and have his heart broken. He hasn't heard great things about them.

He let off with a harsh retort that left the other in indignant sputtering, probably trying to figure out what he had said to upset the other. Now dressed with bag in hand, Iwaizumi set to leave, not acknowledging the other's insults with more than a lazy wave. Hanamaki gave Iwaizumi a look, without a doubt catching onto why he was so harsh with the other, not looking happy about it. Not that he has any room to tell Iwaizumi what to do with his life and his interactions with others.

To the captain's annoyance, the tall, attractive figure skater remained in his mind the rest of the night and into the following morning the next day despite his best efforts. Luckily Aoba Johsai had a game today, so he could get his mind off of it then. This time, instead of Makki and Mattsun teasing him, it was Kuroo and Bokuto. Said duo greeted him with vigor as he walked into the rink, ready to get some practice in before the game tonight.

" Hey hey hey! It's our handsome captain! How nice to see you sir!" Bokuto greeted, saluting him with his usual grin, all but bouncing on his feet. Iwaizumi slowly let his bag slide off his shoulder and to the bench as he narrowed his eyes at the pair. Something about them seemed… off. It unsettled him greatly, whenever something's off with these two, something ends up destroyed.

" You look good, have you been working out?" Kuroo continued, his smile looking much more malicious with his cat like eyes, Bokuto's looking more intense next to them. Iwaizumi looked between the two, backing up at them coming closer to crowd him.

" You know I have been, you're with me every day….More importantly, what do you two want-" Before he could even finish his sentence, the addressed pair let out dramatic gasps of offense, clutching their chests as if wounded. Whatever doubt he might've had flew out the window then. There's no way they aren't up to something now. It unfortunately means it involves him in some way, if they're trying to kiss up to him like this.

" I'm hurt! Why would you think there's something wrong in us just complimenting our brave, shining captain?!" Kuroo's little defense was made weak by how much the corner of his mouth was twitching with a suppressed grin.

" Yeah, you'd think you'd want us to admire you for being our strong, immovable pillar! You're clearly attractive, even others have taken notice to it!" At that, Iwaizumi had a feeling he knew what this was about and he really didn't like it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he straightened up, hoping to look as intimidating as he wanted to, it being hard since he's still shorter than the other two.

" I'm not stupid, I know that when you both are complimenting me and going out of your way to kiss my ass, you've either done something, want to do something that you think I'll be pissed at, or are currently doing something. So spit it out." He felt his blood run cold at their looks falling at the same time, replaced with those that resembled hungry predators that have cornered their prey. Suddenly he felt the height difference between them and cursed Oikawa for his 5 cm, because somehow he'll place the blame on him. Iwaizumi did his best to not squirm under their stares, his sun kissed skin wanting to crawl off of him. Kuroo let out a low laugh, his smile getting wider.

" Oikawa Tooru, huh?" Just the name of the other being all but purred made Iwaizumi's face go red at the unsaid accusation. He has no idea why, since it's not like he took the guy home. Hell, the only time he spoke to him yesterday was to insult him. Regardless, his face went red, which only brought wider smiles to his friend's faces at succeeding in getting him flustered. The pompous face of the man he had been hoping to avoid thinking of popped into his head, those suggestive brown eyes killing him a little inside. Iwaizumi's blood was pumping anew, desire filling his veins in bad ways that had him scrambling to calm himself down before he pops one in front of his team. Like they need more blackmail on him.

" What about the prick?" He asked, voice gruffer than it should've been, betraying him and showing that his pause might not have been for innocent reasons. The best friend's chuckles made him raise a suspicious eyebrow, not enjoying where this was going. With his luck they got Oikawa's phone number and texted him something weird, claiming they were him, and now he has a date with the prick, or a booty call or something. Kuroo waved him off, both of them moving to the rink, clearly trying to get distance between themselves and Hajime.

" Nothing, nothing, just giving you our blessing is all,"

" Didn't think your type was pretty boys, but he is attractive, I'll give you that." Iwaizumi cut a glare to Bokuto who promptly skated behind Kuroo with wide eyes, peeking around his friend childishly. Giving an angry grunt, the captain rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag as he headed into the locker room. He didn't have time to deal with their bullshit. Hopefully they'll lose interest fast and he can forget about the figure skater all together.

As soon as he came up to his locker, he understood why those two had been acting so strange. There, decked out before him, was his locker, Oikawa's face plastered on every inch of its surface. Some pictures were of him skating, a charming smile was on his face, his hair frozen fluttering with his movements his skin tight clothing mouth watering. Others were of him flashing a peace sign at the camera, looking as attractive as ever, another of him holding up a medal at was around his neck, flashing yet another peace sign. There was one where he was in profile tugging at his tie, glasses on, looking serious for once as his other hand held a notebook, no doubt it was a candid photo. The biggest one was probably the one that got Iwaizumi going the most. Oikawa was shirtless, his pants tight and riding low on his delicious hips, a happy trail disappearing into them. His lithe muscles stretched beautifully under his porcelain skin, flexing thanks to him having his hands clasped behind his head. Sweat was dripping down his body, reasons being made up by Hajime's over active mind. His hair still seemed perfect, even though his bangs were a bit damp and stuck to his forehead slightly. Oikawa's eyes were filled with challenge, his confident smirk setting a fire in the hockey player, his mouth drier than he remembers it being when he walked in. Apparently, it was an ad for some energy drink that Oikawa was sponsored by, hell, if that was on a bottle of anything , Hajime would be drinking it by the gallon. A few other ads of Tooru's were decorating his locker, but he hardly noticed them with a cocky, half naked and sweaty Oikawa staring straight at him.

Reality fell hard on Iwaizumi again, finally realizing that he had been staring at the photo for a good solid couple of minutes. Feeling his face flush again, he quickly opened his locker so he wouldn't be looking at Tooru any more, his ears even burning at the R-rated thoughts plaguing him. Iwaizumi could practically hear the other man's voice pitching low with pleasure, moaning, breathless, sweet lips and tongue working around his name- fuck ! Rubbing his temples vigorously, attempting to banish the voice only pulled forth an image coupled with sensations. Sensations of a toned stomach pressing against his own as a beautiful back arches to his touch, long legs wrapping around his waist, sliding down the back of his legs. His tongue running along soft, heated skin as a hot breath blows in his ear, slender hands combing through his hair, gripping it roughly as his hips roll with his th- FUCK! His forehead stung at connecting forcefully with the locker next to his, Oikawa Tooru thankfully, finally , dislodged from his mind as his body reeled from the pain.

With his mind clear, he let the rage drip into his being, his hands clenching at his sides. Oh, he's going to murder those two idiots when he gets his hands on them. He doesn't appreciate nearly being given a boner again from the thought of that pretentious asshole of a skater, having his locker defiled in an oh so sexy way, and being teased about some imaginary crush (let's just forget that he all but drooled over Oikawa's exposed body…).

Hajime has no idea where the new bruises on the backs of Kuroo and Bokuto's calves came from….No idea at all.

" I think I'm going to be traumatized after seeing the face of death." Bokuto mumbled, still pouting as all of them lined up on the ice, the crowd roaring as the game began. Iwaizumi only huffed, not planning on apologizing any time soon. They deserved it. His locker is still defiled as they speak. They knew they were both going to be in trouble, yet they did it anyways, it's only fair that he gets to retaliate. Kuroo made a whine of agreement on his other side, looking very much like a disgruntled cat.

" I'm still debating on if his scary face is worse than his disappointed dad face," Kuroo mused, getting Hajime to sputter, cutting a glare over to his friend before looking over to Bokuto's noise of agreement.

" Are you trying to say I act like your dad?!" He hissed out, bewildered by the news that he's thought of as a dad. He thought he acted normally, not overly parental, but with being a captain, you have to monitor your team and be close with them and make sure their health is good. He just thought he was acting like their captain. His face went a little red at the two bursting out laughing.

" A-Are you kidding me?! You're exactly like a dad! You hover and dote on us and have high expectations and if you don't think we did our full potential, you give the look , and you tell us to eat more, eat right, how you interact with Kyoutani, it's all you being a dad."

" Right right! And Makki and Mattsun are like, the bad ass uncles, we're bros, Kyoutani is our dog, but we lack a mom… Oh! Oikawa can be our-" The loud buzzer sounded, signalling the start of the game, efficiently cutting off Bokuto to Iwaizumi's relief.

Everything was going fine, they were ahead a couple points, Hajime could see his team was on top of their game. They were definitely going to win, but they still wouldn't get cocky and would play seriously like they do with every game. The time you underestimate your opponent is the time you lose, you get sloppy. Hajime just scored a goal, the crowd roaring like usual, but there was one voice that made his heart leap in his chest.

" Go Iwa-chan~!"

Whipping his head around, Iwaizumi was met with a pair of smug brown eyes and a wide smile from the man he had been avoiding thinking of. Oikawa had his hands cupped around his mouth, calling out a ridiculous nickname that made the captain almost embarrassed because of how intimate it sounded. He wasn't supposed to be here! Why is he here?! Iwaizumi was knocked back to earth by a firm hand slapping his back, Makki giving him a sly smile that didn't have the same effect with his pink mouth guard in. Grumbling, the short hockey player launched back into action, feeling his ears go red every time he caught that one voice calling out that nickname he's quickly hating.

He, thankfully didn't miss any shots he took, but he slapped them harder than he meant to, the goalie throwing him dirty looks, thinking he was just being a dick. To make it up to him, he bowed his head whenever he passed him, hoping he realized Iwaizumi was just frazzled and not a dick trying to injure him.

The game wrapped up in a haze for Iwaizumi, not even realizing that the game had ended until his team was all passing him, hitting him on the back as they lined up again. His eyes couldn't help but cut over to where he memorized Oikawa was sitting, feeling pathetic for already starting to fall for a stupid figure skating prick. The man just gave off this king like presence, like some sort of grand king. Sure enough, his eyes were squarely on him, his brown hair bouncing in perfect, swept curls as he head moved to tilt to the side slightly. His smile widened at catching Hajime's eyes, winking at him as he held up a peace sign followed by waving over to him. Quickly turning his head, he lead the thank you to the other team, hurrying off to the locker room as soon as he could, hoping that maybe he could avoid Oikawa if he was fast enough.

" Geez ace, you're certainly in a rush! Can't imagine why…" Mattsun started with a drawl, Makki throwing an arm around the tall man's shoulder as he snickered. Another one of their silent staring contests went on.

" He probably wants to go meet up with his beloved Tooru, seeing as he was daydreaming about him all game." Makki added, moving over to their lockers with Mattsun, laughing and whispering with him while giving glancing looks back to Hajime. Ignoring them, Iwaizumi started shoving his uniform and helmet and pads back into his bag, not caring he was damp with sweat. Sadly, he wasn't fast enough, looking over just in time to see the tall, pretty brunette slaunter in. He completely forgot that his locker was currently defiled with the other's face, it looking more than suspicious. Meaning it confused Iwaizumi as to why Tooru stopped and stared at an area above his shoulder, his eyes widening before he settled in for a knowing smirk.

" My, my Iwa-chan! I know I'm pretty, but if you like me, you can just come out and say it instead of building a shrine to me on your locker~. I must say, nice choice for the focal point, didn't peg you for that type." He purred, walking closer as Hajime went from pale with realization, to red with embarrassment, quickly looking back up to his locker, a half naked Tooru smiling back at him. Standing up, he quickly opened his locker, wanting nothing more than to rip it, but he can't risk anything happening to the locker. Any damages would be on his head and his coach would not be pleased with him.

" I swear if there's any damage to the locker, I'm killing you pricks." He grumbled under his breath, hearing Kuroo's gross hyena laugh paired with Bokuto's full laugh from on the other side of the locker room, finding it real fucking funny Oikawa saw their handy-work. " This wasn't me, so don't get so full of yourself. Like I'd have your fucking face all over my locker." Hajime growled, feeling how close Oikawa had gotten to him, quickly shoving the collage into his bag just for the sake of getting it out of his sight. Turning his glare back to Oikawa (damn him for making him have to glare up ), he narrowed his eyes. " And stop calling me Iwa-chan. I have a name, thank you. And I don't think I want you here, don't you have twirls or something to go practice?"

" Don't be like that Iwa-chan! I know that you loved that I was here, cheering you on. I saw you looking over to me. And I'll just keep showing up until you agree to let me take you out on a date." The brunette boldly declared, reaching out to brush the back of his hand against Iwaizumi's cheek, said man jolting at the action before grabbing his wrist, throwing the other's hand away from his face roughly. The spiky haired man gave the taller a flat look, not amused by the stroke, ignoring the tingling now on his cheek in favor of being annoyed by the growing amusement on the brunette's face.

" I'm pretty sure that counts as sexual harassment. I'll just report you and watch the scandal unfold in those trashy tabloids." He grumbled in a low, threatening voice, jabbing a finger into the man's chest, giving him a pointed look. " And if you touch me again, I'll break your hand. Got me?" The rumble in his voice got even more venomous, yet didn't seem to affect the unflappable man before him as if he were just having friendly chat. The only sign something had got through to him was his smile getting even more plastic, something akin to challenge sparking in his endless brown eyes. The waning thought of wanting to see what the other's true smile was flitted through Hajime's mind, but he banished the thought as soon as it came.

" Sure, whatever you say," His lower tone suggested that he had no intention of being afraid of the possible threat, somehow not intimidated by the stockier man (who was very much capable of breaking a hand). Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi reached out, shoving Oikawa into the lockers as he pushed past him, heading for the door with his bag over his shoulder.

He heard the scraping of the ice before he saw what caused it. It was a sound extremely familiar to him over the years of being on the ice, it was a sound he shouldn't be hearing now that the game was over. The captain looked over his shoulder, frowning at the sight of the flamboyant man slipping out onto the ice, staring at him all the while. Oh, he could feel the migraine setting on… Oikawa flashed him a cheeky smile, his hair bouncing as he tilted his head to the side, skating backwards.

" What the fuck are you doing?" Hajime really wants to know what he did to deserve this harassment, who did he upset in life to have to deal with such idiots? The whole world was against him. Oikawa gave Iwaizumi an incredulous stare, turning up his nose before starting to really skate around, his grace really coming through now. He might as well have been floating.

" What does it look like Iwa-chan?" The auburn haired man drawled, his feet dancing around each other in a dizzying manner, effortlessly flawless as they weaved around each other. He did a few jumps, spinning in the air quickly before landing perfectly with exaggerated movements. It was kind of impressive, Iwaizumi had to admit.

" Yeah, I get that. But on our ice! Get off." He ordered, standing on the edge of the rink, not wanting to have to put his skates back on just to chase a grown ass man around the rink. The grandiose brunette only snorted, gliding along the ice in a mesmerizing way. Iwaizumi hadn't ever really seen a figure skater skate after all, it's so much different than he's used to seeing. This is graceful, not rough and power driven clanging of skates digging into the ice to get from point A to B in the fastest time possible. It could also just be Oikawa who was making it look so fluid and beautiful.

" You think I want to skate on your gross ice? It's all rough from you brutes. If I had a choice, I'd be at my rink where we don't cleve up our ice. I'm doing this to protest you not just giving me a chance with one tiny little date, Iwa-chan! You did say I'm a stuck up prick, so I'll just play that part then, huh?" He purred, lapping the rink without and sign that he'll tire any time soon. It almost amused him that he could see the patience start slipping away slowly from the stocky man.

" I have half the mind to just leave you and have you be someone else's problem…" Oikawa was quick to remind him who was supposed to be responsible for who.

" That's no fun Iwa-chan! If you leave me here, I'll just tell whoever finds me that you just let me on the ice and maybe I'll damage something and then you'll be at fault~! I'm sure your coach would love that bad press." He cooed unabashedly, ignoring the venomous glare the hockey player threw him, clearly not pleased with being blackmailed into playing his little game.

Iwaizumi grumbled angrily as he sat down on the bench, fishing out his skates so he could go out and deal with the humming nuisance twirling on his ice. It kind of sounded like he was humming a song of some sort as he twisted and turned his body to imaginary music. Thanks to the years of practice of quickly strapping on his skates, he got them on in no time and was stepping onto the ice with rage twitching through his muscles.

" Oikawa," He warned, hoping that maybe seeing him out on the ice would somehow intimidate the other into coming quietly. It goes without saying that it didn't happen like that. The auburn haired of the two simply danced out of Iwaizumi's reach whenever he lunged for him, still humming whatever the song was. His graceful movements only grew that much more elegant as he included his arms into his routine. It was almost hard to be mad at this attractive man dancing so passionately around him, his extreme flexibility making Iwaizumi oddly jealous. Also turned on in a way he'd rather die than admit, but still. His annoyance was slowly rising every time he reached and missed, not understanding how the skater could be so fast yet make it look like he's barely putting any effort into his bending and spinning and jumping.

He was made very aware of this guy's long, slender limbs, seriously wondering why he didn't just go into modeling with his looks. He doesn't understand why he'd want Iwaizumi of all people, when he probably has girls and guys throwing themselves at his feet for a chance to earn a date with him. Iwaizumi, however, doesn't have that problem. People will come up to him and be starstruck since he's in the NHL and all, but he's not had many people tell him he's attractive. Maybe he's just fucking with Iwaizumi… it could be some personal goal or some shit. Like ' I'm so good looking, I can seduce a professional hockey captain who before had refused to date anyone~' kind of thing... Frustrated now by those thoughts, aforementioned spiky haired man caught up to the other, roughly shoving him back so he hit the wall, a loud smack echoing in the mostly empty stadium. It honestly sounded worse than it felt, Iwa knows first hand himself of that. Oikawa's eyes fluttered and a short gasp slipped out of him at the impact, the shorter man's thicker arms locking him to his place against the wall. Damn him for looking so beautiful even when being body slammed! The smirk that had faltered was back full force, a suggestive look sent to him due to him having pinned Oikawa there just so he wouldn't have to chase him around yet again.

" Stop fucking around, Shittykawa," He spat, having just about enough of this douche. He's not going to be some fucking plaything to be toyed with and dropped once his usefulness has ended. Here he was getting his hopes up that maybe someone was finally interested in him…. as if. What little grip he had on his temper was waning at an incredible rate when Oikawa moved to wrap his arms around Iwaizumi's neck . His sun kissed skin burnt under Oikawa's touch, determined to not enjoy it, failing miserably. The figure skater only hummed as his long, slender fingers played with the back of his hair, not seeming bothered by their closeness or the intimacy of his touch.

" But, Iwa-chan, I only want to fuck around with you ~," That did it. Iwaizumi snapped, shoving his arms away, before grabbing his bicep and throwing him to the side. It was infuriating to watch Oikawa flail, but seem graceful as he caught himself, his stumbling looking planned. Iwaizumi had wanted to watch the skater fall on his ass, but life for him doesn't seem to play fair. Grumbling, he grabbed Oikawa's wrist in a bruising grip, bodily dragging him off the ice, his teammates doubling over with laughter. If you looked closely you'd catch the red tint on the tips of his ears, being embarrassed that his skin still tingled where Oikawa touched.

Oikawa certainly didn't fail to notice this little tidbit.

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