Enough Iwaizumi X Oikawa

Arm Wrestling

Disclaimer: all the characters except two unnamed men in chapters 5 and 6 do not belong to me. They are the property of Haruichi Furudate. I do not own any of the art either. Full credit goes to the creators. Author-chan out!

"You should have come to Shiratorizawa."

That was how Ushijima Wakatoshi greeted Oikawa Tooru. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki had gone out to eat together and ran into Ushijima at the restaurant.

Oikawa rolled his eyes. "No thanks! I like Aoba Johsai, Iwa-chan's there-" he winked at his boyfriend, who glared at both of them.

"Yeah, that's the ONLY reason," said Hanamaki dramatically.

"Iwaizumi-san. Would you like to arm wrestle?" Ushijima asked out of the blue. Tooru grinned.

"Oh yes, I wanna see those bara arms!" He told Hajime. Iwaizumi groaned, but he was pretty irritated at Ushijima, and he did want to see who was stronger. He nodded. They sat down at a nearby table.

"Ready, set, go!" Mattsun shouted. Both males immediately started pushing. They were evenly matched at first, but eventually Ushijima's superior strength won out and he flattened Iwaizumi's upper arm to the table top. Even then, the spiky haired male refused to give up, keeping his wrist suspended above the table until Ushijima managed to use all his leverage to push it down.

When Hajime felt his wrist touch the unforgiving surface, something in him broke. He pulled away and smiled at Ushijima, congratulating him like a true sportsman. Oikawa moaned and groaned and assured his boyfriend he still loved him even more than aliens, but it all sounded like buzzing to Iwaizumi. He felt oddly disconnected to reality.

I lost, he thought.

Later that night, when everyone was back at their respective houses, Iwaizumi stood in front of a mirror.

I lost, he thought again. Why couldn't I win? He growled and smacked himself in the face. Because he was stronger than you, idiot. He sighed and looked at himself more closely in the mirror.

He saw a spiky black haired boy. Who... wasn't very strong. Or smart. Or muscular. Or good-looking. Or good at volleyball. Hajime sighed despondently.

Then he shook himself. What am I thinking? It was just one arm wrestling contest. I know I'm athletic. It's alright, you don't need to overthink it. Just let it go.

But he couldn't. I should get stronger, he thought determinedly. I couldn't even beat Ushijima, and I know how much Oikawa wanted me to, even though he didn't act like it. He nodded, satisfied. He would work out more before and after school. That would help.

When should I start? Well, no time like the present. The ace went into his room, closed the door, and dropped to the ground. One hundred push ups will do for now.

The next day was Saturday, so there was no official practice, though Oikawa usually went anyway. As for Hajime, he had decided to accompany his setter, but not before exercising more at home with crossovers, toe-touches, planks, and six inches. After all, he wasn't going to give his new exercise program a halfhearted effort.

Oikawa smiled ear to ear when Iwaizumi walked up. "Iwa-chan!! I missed youuuu," he said, putting a hand to his forehead and swooning theatrically.

"Yeah, yeah, missed you too Trashykawa," Hajime said, but he secretly enjoyed Tooru's childish enthusiasm.

"Carry me in!" Oikawa demanded. He jumped on his boyfriend's back without waiting for an answer (which would have been no).

"Mmf," Iwaizumi grunted. Oof, he's heavy. Did he always weigh this much? No, I must just be feeling weaker than normal because I used my arms a lot yesterday. He was irritated at himself. You shouldn't be this tired after two workouts and arm wrestling, he reprimanded himself.

The spiky haired male carried the volleyball captain into the gym and set him down on the bleachers. "Come on, Crappykawa, we need to practice."

"Mean Iwa-chan!"

After practice, they split up to go home and study. Oikawa wanted to study together, but Hajime knew they wouldn't get anything done if they did that.

Also, the ace wanted to exercise more. He was mad at himself; it wasn't that hard to lift Tooru, he was lightweight! Iwaizumi shouldn't have that much trouble. So he decided he needed to work harder. So when he got home, he studied for twenty minutes, then worked out for twenty minutes. He did leglifts, calf raises, and various stretches to make him more flexible. After four hours, he finally took a break.

Tomorrow I'll buy weight lifting equipment so I can have it available, he thought. He smiled. Hopefully, he would gain more muscle soon. He was confident he would feel better about his body then.

Three weeks later, Iwaizumi Hajime stared at himself in the mirror again.

I look exactly the same, he thought dispiritedly. He pinched his belly. It still felt the same. What else can I do? He exercised more now. He lifted weights for an hour every evening, and he did ab workouts every other day. Other than that, he didn't have a set schedule, since he didn't want to overwork himself.

I can eat better. The ace was already a healthy eater, but now he wondered if he was eating too much. After all, he did eat snacks occasionally, and he did enjoy second helpings at meals. Yes, that's it. I'll stop having second servings and snacks. Then I'll start losing fat, I'm sure.

Three more weeks went by, but Hajime was feeling worse, not better. He told himself it was just a phase. He was ashamed to say anything to anyone. He started working out all the time. The spiky haired male spent two hours on homework each night, but other than that, when he was home, he was exercising.

In another week, he started waking up early to work out more. I just need to work a little harder, he told himself. I'll get over it soon. But he didn't.

One day, Oikawa came over to Iwaizumi's house uninvited. He strolled in and looked for his boyfriend.

"Oh, Iwa-chan," he called out. Heavy breathing was his only answer. Tooru walked into the ace's bedroom and frowned. "Have you ever heard of greeting your poor, lonely boyfriend, Iwa-chan?"

Hajime glanced at him and finished putting the weight lifting equipment away.

"Have you ever heard of knocking, Shittykawa?" he retorted. Oikawa gasped.

"Mean Iwa-chan!" He marched up to the spiky haired male and kissed him.

"There, was that so hard?"

Iwaizumi frowned. "Your breath smells like mint."

Oikawa twirled in a circle. "I put it on just for you, my ace!" Hajime smirked.

"I suppose it should be appreciated, then," he said and pulled Tooru into a tight embrace. He put a hand behind the brunette's head and trapped their mouths together. Their hands explored each other's hair and backs.

"Iwa-chan," Oikawa moaned against his lips. The spiky haired male pulled back.

"What?"

"Let's move to somewhere more comfortable. That helps set the mood," the captain batted his lashes.

"What, it's not set enough already?" Tooru just smiled and held out his arms.

"Carry me to the bed," he breathed.

Iwaizumi did better than that. He lifted Oikawa bridal style, carried him there, and threw him onto it.