#iwaoi my dress-up darling au | HS | pining/tension
"I have to take your measurements," there's a thinly concealed 'duh' on the tip of Iwaizumi's tongue as he chews his lip. Standing stifly, he fights to keep his gaze up - because of course Oikawa changed into his tightest
fit jeans and shirt to his parents' shop.
"Measurements?" His best friend squeaks, big brown eyes growing impossibly wider as he leaps back away from Iwa. "Can't you just...Do your thing?"
"Do my thing?" Iwa asks increduously from where he's stood by the sewing machine
Suna switches between his and Osamu's apartments so often during the off-season, he has a key. It's not unusual for him to show up unannounced and let himself in to get his dinner cooked but when he enters this
He creeps through the lounge and empty kitchen until he makes it to the empty hall, listening quietly. Osamu's bedroom door is closed, not strange. The quiet is though. Even while living alone, there's music, or Osamu hums while he cooks or the voice
