“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 skin. His shirt clings to his curves and muscle, displaying the sharp outline of his prominent abs. His lips are parted and he’s close — dangerously close.

Oikawa swallows thickly, every nerve is body sparking with awareness. He’s dreamt of this moment — prayed for this moment, even — but still, he could never predict how nervous he would truly feel. He can’t even hide it either. His chest is tight, and he can feel his ears, cheeks, and neck burning.

He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted something — someone — so bad before.

So Oikawa nods, a little breathless and says, “Yeah.”

Iwazumi’s lips curve upwards, falling into an excited grin. He stares for a moment — almost like he can’t believe this happening — before leaning in.