hanamaki was rinsing his mouth with strong mouthwash, he spit it then looked up at himself in the mirror. he fixed his hair up a bit. he was trying to make himself presentable.

he had woke up that day in matsukawa's bed. luckily, he woke up earlier than the dark haired boy so he could clean himself up. he was surprised he could peel himself away from the sight of matsu sleeping, the boy looked like an angel when he slept.

hanamaki made his way back to the boy's room, opening up the door and seeing that matsu had changed sleeping positions. he was now laying on his stomach, taking up nearly the entire bed. his button up, which he had been wearing open the entire night, was halfway off. hanamaki couldn't have asked for a better morning. he walked over to the bed, taking a seat near the boy's arm. he poked matsukawa's tatted arm a few times. "maaatssuu," he cooed. "wake up, i'm hungry,"

the dark haired boy grumbled before opening one eye up. he furrowed his brows, perking up and propping himself onto his elbows as he looked the pink haired boy up and down. "d-" he stammered. "did we-" he began then cleared his throat. "i'm sorry, uh- my memory's fuzzy," he said, his face had noticeably reddened.

"oh?" hanamaki said disappointedly. "you don't remember me at all?"

"not really," he said, "i'm sorry," he said, "er-"

"i'm hanamaki,"

"did we meet last night?" he asked, he was clearly exhausted, hungover and embarrassed.

"yeah," he answered simply, "do you want me to get you some water?" he asked. the wavy haired boy nodded, then plopped back down onto the bed. hanamaki got up and went to the kitchen to fetch him some water.

god. this sucks. we have to start all over... awkwardly.

he brought back the water, handing it to matsukawa who sat up. he chugged the glass of water then set it down on his nightstand. the two of them were silent for a moment.

"did..." he began, awkwardly. "did you sleep here?"

"i did,"

"did we do stuff?" he asked, extremely hesitant.

hanamaki perked up, looking over at him and raising his hands defensively. "no, no," he reassured the other boy. "we just slept,"

"ah..." matsukawa said. then he groaned, "god, i have a headache," he complained, running a hand through his messy curls. "by the way, i wouldn't do anything with you," he said, skittishly. "i'm not gay, i just get really, really messed up and get really confused-"

"dude," makki stopped him. "i get it," he said, standing up.

matsukawa watched him get noticeably upset, "oh, did i say something dumb?"

"seems that way,"

"oh, wait, are you-" he paused, "i'm not homophobic," he said defensively.

"right,"

"i'm really not," he placated.

"is it wrong to not believe you?" he asked rhetorically, "i mean, you seem afraid of acting or being gay," he insinuated.

"i'm not, i swear," he said, "c'mere, i'll kiss you to prove it,"

"what- gross, no,"

"eh?!" matsukawa whined. "aren't you gay?"

"uh, yeah, that doesn't mean i kiss every guy i meet," hanamaki scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"am i not your type?" he asked blatantly causing hanamaki to let out a laugh.

"does it matter?" makki asked amusedly, "you aren't gay," the dark haired boy shifted a bit.

"right, but..." matsu said, his tone was lighter now, "theoretically..." he trailed off, "am i your type?"

hanamaki let out a playful hum as he examined the boy before saying, "physically, sure,"

"aw, heyy, what's that supposed to mean?" he huffed.

"weeellll," hanamaki began with a subtle smirk on his face. "you smell like weed and mint... not a fan," he said as he raised a finger to the sky. "and you're a homophobe,"

"i'm not!" matsukawa protested.

"you act like one!" the pink haired boy proclaimed, amusedly.

"i just don't want people to think i'm gay," he said, averting his eyes away from makki.

"i guess i'll never understand," hanamaki replied with a shrug. he began to walk towards the door. i'm ready to go home. "i'll see you around, maybe," he said as he opened the door.

"wait,"

hanamaki looked back onto the messy haired boy. he looked as though he were thinking, hard. "what,"

"since..." he began, then he looked up, their eyes meeting. "okay, since i might never see you again, could you just-" he paused, letting out a deep breath. "could you come over here," he patted the bed. "let's talk?" he suggested hesitantly.

hanamaki glanced at his hand which had patted the bed. talk? he thought for a moment, and in a few seconds he felt a surge of thoughts come to his mind. he's acting weird. weirder than yesterday. did i just imagine his flirtatious attitude yesterday? was he just too high? is he flirting right now? who is this guy, who is he actually?

"hanamaki?"

the pink haired boy was pulled out of his thoughts and back to earth. "hm?" he hummed, raising his brows subtly. "oh," he said simply, shutting the door and walking over to the boy. makki took a seat daintily.

"so, hanamaki,"

"you can call me makki," he said, turning his body towards the other boy, raising a leg up onto the bed, casually.

"so, makki," he began, lightheartedly. "uh, could you tell me how we met?" he asked, "i remember that we met in the hallway, but i don't remember specifics,"

"specifics?" he repeated.

"did i say dumb stuff?"

"pretty sure that's a habit of yours," hanamaki teased earning a laugh from the dark haired boy.

"so, go ahead, tell me," mattsun suggested with an amused smirk.

"mkay, well," hanamaki began.

he recounted how they met, leaving out the crucial details of how he took makki's breath away. it wasn't a very long story considering they had just met last night.

"waaaiit, wait," matsukawa piped up, "so, you're oikawa's roommate?" he asked. "you live with him?"

"yep,"

"i am so sorry for you,"

"oh, shut uup," makki laughed, "he's not as bad as he seems,"

"he's a complete diva," he teased with a laugh. "whew," he said, rubbing his temples. "my headache's getting worse," he complained, nose scrunched up slightly.

"maaaaybe if you didn't drink-"

"makki, are you my mom?" he joked.

*

after talking for a while, they began to hear the sound of chatting and cooking from outside the door. they assumed it was iwaizumi and oikawa making breakfast. matsukawa got out of bed, makki assumed he was going to go and get cleaned up.

"if iwaizumi's making breakfast i'm going to nut,"

hanamaki snorted at the boys joke, looking over at him confusedly. "how very gay of you,"

"wha- shut up," the dark haired boy said with a huff. hanamaki got up from the bed as well, walking out of the room and being hit by the sweet aroma of coffee and chocolate pancakes. he followed his nose into the kitchen, seeing iwaizumi flipping pancakes with a spatula and oikawa who was sitting on the counter, watching the spiky haired boy.

"morning," hanamaki said, making his way over to the kitchen island.

oikawa looked over at hanamaki. "good morning, hana-chan," he chimed. "how'd you sleep?"

hanamaki leaned over, resting his elbows onto the kitchen island. "good, actually,"

"did mattsun behave himself?"

"i did," matsukawa said as he walked into the kitchen. "whatever that means,"

"it means what it means," oikawa insinuated, his chin raising subtly.

"play nice," iwaizumi mumbled to the brunet. oikawa clicked his tongue distastefully as he averted his eyes from matsu.

hanamaki glanced between the two, raising an eyebrow at the wavy haired boy who just raised an eyebrow back. the kitchen was silently awkward. hanamaki hated awkward silence more than anything. "ssoooo..." he began. "how much coffee did you make?"

"enough," oikawa hopped off of the counter and headed over to the coffee machine. "ya want some?" he asked, almost rhetorically, pulling a mug from the cabinet.

"mhm," makki hummed. oikawa poured him a cup, then added creamer. there was a bit left, enough for a smaller cup.

"oh, mattsun, do you want some?" the brunet asked, eyebrows raised slightly.

"yeah-"

oikawa poured the rest into the sink, "whoops," he said in a faux innocent tone.

"o...kay," matsukawa said simply, then crossed his arms over his chest, appearing annoyed.

"would you quit being petty," iwaizumi said, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend. "make some more coffee," he half-suggested and half-demanded.

"no,"

iwaizumi plated the finished pancakes then took one of the four plates, hovering it over the garbage can threateningly, "okay, starve,"

"wait!" oikawa yelped.

so oikawa whipped up a second batch of coffee, huffing and puffing as he did. he placed the cup of coffee in front of matsukawa.

"your highness," oikawa teased.

"thank you peasant," matsukawa replied amusedly.

the brunet's eye twitched, "rot," he said simply.

*

iwaizumi and oikawa were sat in the living room watching tv as they ate, while hanamaki and matsukawa sat in the kitchen eating.

"matsu,"

"hm?"

"why does oikawa hate you?" hanamaki raised a brow curiously at the other boy who just shrugged nonchalantly. "hmmm...." he hummed, "that's not very convincing,"

the dark haired boy simply shrugged again, "whaaaaateverrr," he said playfully, leaning onto the counter.

"oikawa doesn't just hate random people, matsu," the pink haired boy insinuated, sipping a bit of his coffee.

"you're the first person to call me 'matsu', i like it-"

"off topic!" makki chimed.

"fineee, fine," he let out a laugh as he picked up his coffee mug, swirling it around. "i dated one of his friends, and it was..." he shook his head, "unpleasant," he said distastefully.

hanamaki narrowed his eyes slightly, snapping his fingers and pointing at the boy, "see, i knew something was up," he then pointed to his temple, "i know these things,"

"wow, eres tan inteligente," matsu spoke amusedly in spanish. "y tan lindo,"

hanamaki felt his face heat up as he averted his eyes from the boy, "what does that mean?" he asked. holy shit, that was hot.

"i just called you smart," he commented, letting out a laugh before adding, "sarcastically,"

he scoffed then smiled slightly, "when'd you learn spanish?"

"when i was born," he replied amusedly, "my mom barely speaks english,"

"oh..."

"i bet you're wondering about my nationality,"

"a little bit," makki admitted lightheartedly.

"i'm half puerto rican, half japanese," he informed the other boy. "my dad was from japan, apparently," he said, hanamaki assumed he had added the last word thoughtfully, he most likely wasn't in contact with his father. it was something they seemed to have in common.

"cute," he commented. "i don't really know anything about where i'm from," he admitted before playfully adding, "asian, that's all i know," with a shrug.

"whatever it is, it's working for you," he joked.

what a suspiciously gay comment to make, straightboy.

both boys perked up slightly as they heard iwaizumi's raised voice. they couldn't hear what the two boys were talking about, but they were definitely in disagreement. "i'm not about to-" iwaizumi said loudly then stopped, lowering his voice. matsukawa and hanamaki exchanged glances, then they looked over at the kitchen doorframe as oikawa walked into the kitchen, very obviously upset.

"let's go," oikawa said as he grabbed his bag off of one of the kitchen chairs. "i'm out of here,"

"what- what's up oikawa?" hanamaki asked, setting his mug down. he watched oikawa swing his bag around and onto his arm.

"because!" he said frustratedly, "i want to move in with iwa-chan but this-!" he snapped, gesturing towards the dark haired boy who was sipping on his coffee.

"eh?" he set down his mug.

"i can't live with that!" he said. iwaizumi walked into the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest.

"oikawa!" iwaizumi barked, "can you not drag him into this?"

"he's literally the only reason!" the brunet furrowed his brows, his nose scrunched up subtly. "you barely pay rent, you don't have a job-"

"he has a job,"

"being an artist who only sells, like, one painting every blue moon?" he asked sarcastically, "that isn't a job,"

"uh- i have a question," mattsun piped up calmly. oikawa glared at him. "how is it my fault that you can't get past something that happened years ago," he said, "that wasn't your business to begin with..."

oikawa just stared at him, jaw clenched. "regardless," he said, slowly and with clear attitude. "even if i liked you," he leaned his weight onto one leg slightly, "you are sloppy, annoying, inconsiderate-"

"okay, oikawa, it's time for you to leave," iwaizumi interrupted. he walked over to oikawa, reaching out a hand which oikawa rejected.

"you're always on his side, why don't you just start sleeping with him," oikawa said pettily, a sarcastic smile on his face. "yeah?" he added with an innocent nod before heading over to the door and walking out.

iwaizumi let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "he isn't usually that snappy," he attempted to reassure matsukawa.

"that was... interesting," hanamaki commented, then looked over at iwaizumi. "he's... very passionate about living with you," he joked, sheepishly.

"yeah..."

hanamaki stood up, deep in thought. "you know," he began, "i'd been thinking about oikawa moving out too," he admitted. "iwaizumi, you basically live in my dorm anyways,"

"i've already talked about it with oikawa, if i move into the dorms, matsukawa wouldn't be able to afford the apartment alone and i wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable,"

"right, but what if oikawa moved in here and matsu... moved into the dorms with me," he suggested hesitantly.

"mattsun isn't a student,"

"if i got him a guest pass, he'd be able to use that to keep 'visiting' me, they don't have a limit on how many times someone can be visited," he went on. he played with the hem of his sweatshirt a bit, nervous that his idea would get completely shot down. he badly wanted oikawa to be able to live with his boyfriend, and maybe a bit more than that, he never wanted to see oikawa making out with iwaizumi ever again. the two boys in front of him exchanged glances then matsukawa spoke up.

"i'm down,"