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When getting ready, Oikawa made sure that he found the tightest and shortest bike pants he could find. If Iwaizumi did indeed friendzone his beautiful ass, he is going to see what he is missing out on. He didn’t hit the gym at all but he did some squats to keep his ass in check. He texted Iwaizumi that he was leaving before placing a kiss on each of his son’s temples and waving goodbye to the babysitter.
He made it to the gym half an hour earlier than he was supposed to, too excited to meet Iwaizumi outside of the daycare. He spent the next thirty minutes taking selfies in his car with different filters. At least half of them got saved and one became his new profile picture. He continued taking them until a knock on the door startled him. Oikawa immediately turned red when he saw it was Iwaizumi. He had to admit that the male looked better than he did, a rarity considering how much effort Oikawa put into his appearance each morning. Iwaizumi looked like he had just gotten out of his bed, his hair wasn’t brushed and stuck up haphazardly, his t-shirt was just plain white but his muscles filled out the material nicely. Oikawa was too busy checking him out and biting his lip to notice that Iwaizumi had already begun to walk towards the gym.
“So how was your day?” Oikawa asked with a slight pant from running to catch up with Iwaizumi.
“Well a kid puked all over my shirt and now I have to go to the gym with you.” Iwaizumi said as he pushed the door open.
“Excuse you! I am a blessing to be around!” Oikawa exclaimed, smacking Iwaizumi’s arm lightly. Iwaizumi just shrugged him off and continued walking, heading over to were the weights were stacked in according to their size.
“I’m going to work on my arms today,” He stated, not bothering to turn around and make sure Oikawa was still following him.
“Same,” Oikawa laughed, sounding very fake, “We should work on them together. You can show me some of your moves and I can show you some of mine.” He was staring at the machines when they finally came to a stop, dread sinking low into his stomach. Why on Earth did he agree to do this? He hated the gym. With a passion. Fucking Iwaizumi and his stupid beefy arms.
Oikawa sauntered over to the weight rack, selecting one that was a medium weight, under the watchful eye of Iwaizumi. He bent over lower than he needed too, hoping that Iwaizumi was checking out his ass. He forced a smile, sitting down on one of the benches.
“Are you just going to stare at me all day?” Oikawa asked. Please just stare at me all day, “Or are you going to grab some weights too?” Iwaizumi just huff with a smug look on his face.
“I was just staring at how light those weights are.” He mused, heading to the rack, and selecting the heaviest weights. Oikawa dryly swallowed as he watched Iwaizumi’s muscles flex. His dick twitched in interest causing Oikawa to avert his eyes. If he popped a boner now there would be no hiding it from Iwaizumi’s watchful eyes. He went back to struggling to lift the weights, hoping that Iwaizumi didn’t notice that even these light weights were too heavy for him.
The next hour was a constant loop of Iwaizumi looking away, Oikawa stopping the workout and then when Iwaizumi looked he would pick it up again. When they finally finished, Oikawa was dying on the inside; his arms hurt so much from doing stupid weights. He was sweaty, which ruined his hair and made him look like a mess.
He sighed as he looked in the mirror, desperately trying to fix his hair before Iwaizumi got back from his shower. However, his hair wasn’t cooperating with him and he was too focused on getting it perfect that he didn’t hear Iwaizumi enter the room.
“You don’t exactly go to the gym often, do you?” Iwaizumi asked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at Oikawa with sceptical eyes. Oikawa scoffed and turned around quickly.
“I do!” He denied.
“You don’t sound very confident,” Iwaizumi pointed out.
“Well I’m more of a treadmill type of guy. Not weights.” Oikawa lied, hoping to god Iwaizumi wouldn’t call him out on his lie.
“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi sighed, “If you don’t like gym we could just go out for drinks or dinner or something.” Oikawa couldn’t stop the grin spreading on his face or the tightness that began to form in his chest.
“Well, when are you free?”
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Bokuto was lucky that Shouyou was keeping Tobio distracted as he dropped them off. He started crying when he had to leave Oikawa’s arms this morning. Not to get him wrong, Bokuto loved Tobio but he wouldn’t stop crying if Oikawa didn’t drop him off to daycare. Sadly, Oikawa couldn’t move today to drop off his kids, he was “too sore”. Well that’s what he cried about on the phone. Kentaro on the other hand was surprisingly quiet this morning, barely making a sniffle. Bokuto considered himself lucky because if both Oikawa children were crying it would make his morning hell. He dropped Kentaro off first, handing him to the tall, blond staff member, that Bokuto thought was the Tsukishima that Kuroo talks about. Next stop was Shouyou’s and Tobio’s room. Bokuto wanted to get in and out of there as quick as possible to avoid a certain someone. So far it had worked, but he had to be quick. He had a close call last time because Shouyou didn’t tie his shoes up properly but luckily, he had gotten out before Akaashi could speak.
He ushered the boys in, quickly scanning the room to see if Akaashi was nearby.
“Hello Bokuto,” came the clear crisp voice that had Bokuto’s stomach sinking.
“Hello,” He responded, sheepishly as if Akaashi had known he was trying to avoid him.
“Are you dropping off Tobio for Oikawa?” He asked simply, watching as Tobio and Shouyou dumped their bags and ran to the toys.
“Yes, he can’t move at the moment.” Bokuto replied, nervously wringing his hands.
“Ah yes. He went to the gym with Iwaizumi yesterday. I heard all about it.” Akaashi smiled, taking the boys’ bags out of Bokuto’s hands and placing it in the cubby with the other children’s’. Bokuto watched him bend, admiring the curve of Akaashi’s spine and plump ass. He caught himself quickly, averting his eyes before Akaashi turned around and caught him.
“So…uh- how is your boyfriend?” Bokuto asked, hoping it was subtle enough.
“Well I wouldn’t know,” Akaashi replied, straightening up and turning back around to face Bokuto, “We aren’t seeing each other anymore.”
“Oh that’s unfortunate.” Best news ever! Thank you, God!
“Don’t worry about it,” Akaashi smiled, although it seemed a little forced.
“Well if you’re not busy this weekend, Oikawa and some other dad friends of mine are going for drinks on Saturday. If you would like to come?” Bokuto asked hopefully. Maybe his chances with Akaashi have finally gone up! Akaashi paused, pondering the offer.
“Yes, I’d be glad to but I won’t be able to get there until seven,” Akaashi informed, patting one of the children, that ran up to hug his leg, on the head gently.
“That’s okay!” Bokuto exclaimed, excitement quickly taking over him. Akaashi smiled in response, nodding his head as one of the teaches called for him.
“I’ll see you Saturday then.” Akaashi waved him goodbye and then walked away leaving Bokuto alone to exclaim happily.