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Oikawa has given up on getting Iwaizumi to take a hint. It seems that no matter what he does, the blockhead just won't seem to understand. He has resorted to burying himself in more work, surrounding himself with more flowers in hopes of distracting himself and avoiding his oh-so-stro f feelings. It works at first. Oikawa doesn't even pause to look up to greet Iwaizumi, firmly keeping his head down in the flowers. He is disciplined, concentrated and focused. He convinces himself that he can stare at the flowers all day if he wanted to or the leaves, though the latter does admittedly make him feel like an idiot.
Yet, somewhere along the lines of distracting himself, every flower seemed to remind him of Iwaizumi more and more.
The thing is, once you accept and admit that you have feelings for someone, you become oh-so-very aware of yourself and your feelings. You become very very conscious of such things which is exactly why suppressing wouldn't work. You can't lie to yourself once you have faced the truth.
True enough it reached the point where Oikawa could hardly handle a flower without thinking of the way Iwaizumi tended to it, what expression Iwaizumi wore when he was working...Oikawa decides that he needs a break. He takes a few days off and tries to spend some time at home. It's probably burn-out. A break is all he needs and he would be just fine. He just needs some time to breath. This crush would eventually wear off and he would be back to his old self. Besides, Iwa-chan didn't even like him, it just made things easier for him. All he had to do was sort things out on his side, a few flings and flirting would get him back, right?
A few days after, Oikawa has flirted with a few hundred imaginary Iwa-chans, came up with ten cheesy pick-up lines about flowers and florists and obtained nothing but a perpetual blush on his cheeks. He has done everything he can and it is absolutely stupid, and absolutely embarrassing. It is as if he has demented himself, wired his brain to think of Iwaizumi twenty-four seven rather than not at all. After an internal struggle for a few days, Oikawa decides to go back. His holiday had proved fruitless, producing the opposite of what he intended. Constricting and bottling up his feelings did not get rid of them. It just made them overflow out of him.
Like right now.
The moment Oikawa steps in the flower shop, he sees Iwaizumi and with a (terrible) cry of "Iwa-chan!", he envelopes Iwaizumi in a tight hug (legs off the ground and all)((He's taller than Iwa-chan)).
"Dumbass! Get off me!"
"Just a little longer, please!"
Iwaizumi rips Oikawa off (with those muscular arms of his) and Oikawa pouts.
"Guess what I was doing during my break! I made you this!"
Oikawa produces the bouquet dramatically, confetti flying in the air.
"How many times do I need to tell you that this is a flower shop, you numbskull. Also, clean up the confetti later." Iwaizumi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He takes the bouquet nonetheless.
Oikawa picks up the broom and begins to sweep the area. He had already hugged Iwaizumi so there was nothing more that he could ask for.
"You put in the yellow ones?" Iwaizumi had noticed. Oikawa looks up for a moment. "Yeah, I did."
"Ah, I get it. They were the last batch that were blooming weren't they? Ah, these are really pretty."
"...I guess I'll put them in when their in season again," Oikawa replies. "Seeing how much you like them of course, Iwa-chan."
"Shut up, I'm just saying that these are quite rare now, considering how late it is and all.." Iwaizumi averts his gaze and turns his head, as if...
...And Oikawa feels like a hundred butterflies had taken flight inside. Perhaps it was worth it after all, to battle his feelings for Iwaizumi and lose, terribly.