“Can I kiss you?”

Oikawa stares at Iwaizumi with wide eyes, his heart pounding against his chest.

Iwaizumi stares back at him with warm, glassy eyes, his expression soft but hesitant. His cheeks are flushed — half from the heat, half from the drinks. His hair is messier than usual, the ends loosened by the humid air.

The chain around his neck catches in the light, shimmering against his tan ski...