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Oikawa let out a sigh, no longer able to stand the killing silence inside the house. The brown-haired man got up from his seat and walked toward the bedroom he shared with his lovers. That room was supposed to be filled with laughter on a Sunday like this, but today, it was dead quiet, even though someone was lying inside.
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa pushed the door open gently, though it was enough to startle Iwaizumi Hajime, who dropped the comic book in his hands.
“What?” Iwaizumi, his boyfriend, looked at him with clear annoyance. “Stop making noise on a Sunday morning, Shittykawa,” the black-haired man huffed and went back to reading.
“You're the one causing noise, you insensitive brute!” Oikawa stomped over and pinched Iwaizumi’s ear until the man winced in pain. Honestly, Oikawa felt kind of proud, defying Iwaizumi's words was already a bold move, let alone physically attacking him. “Come on. We’re going to Koushi’s room, and you’re going to apologize!”
Sundays at their house were usually cheerful; movie marathons, volleyball games, or a simple picnic. But today, it felt different. Quiet. Tense. No one said "good morning," no forehead kisses, no playful banter.
Arguments weren’t rare in this house, but not like this. Usually, they argued about perfumes or which shirt color suited who better. They teased and bickered, but it was always laced with love, never this silence, never this gloom.
Oikawa had come home from practice last night only to be met with Iwaizumi and Suga fighting in their room. He tried to step in, to play mediator, but Suga had already stormed out in tears, locking himself in the guest room without saying a word.
“I only told him he needed to rest!” Iwaizumi had snapped when Oikawa dragged him to the porch to explain. “I hate seeing him work himself sick."
That only made things more confusing. So Suga had gotten sick from overworking, and Iwaizumi got upset about it, tried to tell him off… which led to a fight. Suga cried, Iwaizumi didn’t know what to do, and Oikawa—too tired to play peacemaker—chose to sleep and postpone the drama until morning.
“Kou-chan? Hey, could you open the door?” Oikawa knocked gently on the guest room door, trying to coax the older man out. That room was meant for emergencies—and this definitely counted. “Iwa’s here to say sorry, you know. Let’s talk this out.”
Suga had always been the peacekeeper. If the Gemini man refused to talk to either of them, then things were seriously bad.
“I know you're sick. At least come out and eat something,” Oikawa added. He shot a glare at Iwaizumi, who stood stiffly behind him. “Do something, Iwa-chan!” he whispered harshly.
Iwaizumi, handsome but hopelessly clueless, stared back, completely lost. “What am I supposed to do?” he muttered, brows furrowed. The national junior physical coach looked genuinely worried.
Oikawa sighed, never imagining he’d be the one giving Iwaizumi love advice. “Just say something," he mouthed.
Hesitating, Iwaizumi stood silent for a few seconds, then finally opened his mouth. “Suga-chan…” he choked out, glaring when Oikawa started snickering beside him. "I'm sorry for yelling at you-"
“Wait, you yelled at Kou-chan?!”
“i’m talking, Shittykawa!”
“I didn’t know you yelled at my boyfriend!”
“He’s my boyfriend too, and I didn’t mean to yell!”
“Still! Iwa-chan!” Oikawa sighed in disbelief. “Kou-chan, you should just ignore him and get some rest.”
Now it was Iwaizumi’s turn to scoff. “The hell is that supposed to mean? This is between me and Suga.”
“You made my boyfriend cry,” Oikawa said, smirking. “Don’t worry, Kou-chan, I’ll make sure Iwa-chan pays for this.”
“You act like Suga only loves you.”
“Well, I do think he likes me more.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Anyway—”
Whatever Oikawa was about to say was cut off by the sound of the door unlocking. It creaked open, revealing the smaller man behind it.
Suga looked terrible—puffy eyes, pale face, messy hair. He wore Iwaizumi’s pajamas, completely rumpled, with the top two buttons undone. Honestly, both of his boyfriends thought he looked heartbreakingly cute. The oversized clothes swallowed his frame.
“Are you two going to keep bickering?” Suga asked, tone laced with sarcasm and fondness. The elementary school teacher stared at both of them before suddenly letting out a soft whimper.
“He- hey. What’s wrong, Kou-chan?” Oikawa stepped forward.
Suga pouted and held out his arms. “I miss you guys.”
“Huh- what?” Oikawa blinked as Suga pulled both of them into an awkward and tight hug. “I thought you were mad at the idiot here.”
“Watch your mouth, Tooru,” Iwaizumi muttered. Then, softly, “Hey, are you feeling any better?”
Suga gave a tiny nod, resting his head between their bodies. “I’m sorry, Hajime,” he whispered. “I was being stubborn and made you worry.”
“No, no… I should be the one saying sorry for yelling at you and making you cry,” Iwaizumi murmured. “I didn’t mean to. I just… I was scared. You had a fever and almost collapsed.”
“Hajimeeee…”
“I love you, Suga-chan.”
“Oi! Don’t forget I’m sandwiched between you two!"
After breakfast, the three of them lounged together on the couch. Suga sat in the middle, head resting on Iwaizumi’s shoulder, his left hand tightly holding Oikawa’s, occasionally giving it soft strokes.
“So, you didn’t cry because Iwa-chan yelled at you?” Oikawa asked.
They weren’t just sitting there. They were talking. Really talking.
Suga gave a small nod, voice barely a whisper. “I cried because what Hajime said was true.” The shorter man lowered his head, blinking as Iwaizumi pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. Suga looked up and buried his face in his chest. “But… please don’t yell at me again. It made me wonder if you two still love me.”
Silence.
Iwaizumi was stunned. Oikawa blinked slowly, then their eyes met and they both burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Suga frowned, cheeks flushed from both fever and embarrassment.
“Kou-chan! Of course we love you.”
“Hey, I’m sorry I yelled. I never meant it. It was just because I care. You scared me, you know.”
“Iwa-chan’s right. If it were me, and I saw you about to faint from overworking, I would’ve freaked out too. That just shows how much he loves you. We love you, Kou-chan.”
Suga looked between them, eyes glassy. He really was extra sensitive when he was sick—turning into a clingy little ball of fluff. Not that either of his boyfriends minded. They’d take care of him any day.
“But I don’t think Iwa-chan deserves cuddles tonight,” Oikawa declared.
“What the hell?"
“I’m the one who should be cuddled.”
Because of the height difference, Suga usually slept in the middle. It was the safest, most comfortable position. One time, he tried sleeping on the right, only to be kicked off the bed by Oikawa’s deadly athlete reflexes.
In the middle of that argument, Suga shook his head. “Nope. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”
“Kou-chan! We agreed not to use that room unless—!”
“Suga-chan, are you starting to enjoy sleeping alone?” Iwaizumi squinted.
“Need I remind you I’m running a fever and probably flu? I don’t want to infect you guys.”
“I don’t mind sleeping with a mask on.”
“That’s dumb, Shittykawa.”
The image of Oikawa sleeping with a face mask made Suga giggle. He reached up to ruffle the athlete’s hair. “It’s okay, this could be a nice night for you and Hajime to spend time together. Just the two of you.”
He wasn’t wrong. Ever since Suga joined the relationship, they hadn’t had much 'just us' time. Though of course, they treasured every moment with Suga too.
“I guess that’s not a bad idea,” Iwaizumi shrugged, glancing at Oikawa with a sneaky smirk.
Oikawa narrowed his eyes. “I’m watching you, Iwa-chan.”
Later, they settled on the couch to watch an action movie picked by Iwaizumi (because if Oikawa chose, it’d be another alien flick). Suga sniffled uncomfortably and shifted closer to Oikawa.
“Hey… I’m getting tired. I think I’ll sleep."
“You okay? Want to see a doctor?” Iwaizumi asked, brushing his forehead gently.
“No, I just need rest.”
“Alright, come on. Let’s get you to bed, Kou-chan.”