"he's gay." tadashi clicks his tongue in annoyance at the strikingly hot yet dumb jock sitting in front of him. he points at his laptop screen, which under troye sivan's personal life tab had the words 'he is gay' printed clearly in the font that he kinda hates. way too plain. and his mom hates plain. unique is uttered quite a lot in his home filled with stars. 

"i won't believe it." an annoying stubborn look remains pasted onto iwaizumi's face. he shakes his head suddenly. "i can't be listening to a gay musician all this time." 

tadashi feels compelled to roll his eyes. but he's afraid— afraid of being called out by the bystanders in the library reading their books. he side-eyes a blonde with her face stuffed into a harry potter book. he huffs, relieved that no one discovered that he just snapped at a jock, which meant eternal torment to any people who followed iwaizumi hajime around like a tick. 

"it literally says gay there." 

"well, if i don't think he's gay, then he's not gay" a sly look crosses hajime's face, his eyes narrows as an idea pops into his mind. his crimson lips bounce as he starts to mumble words that tadashi can't quite understand. 

"let's just say he likes pussy, kay?" iwaizumi follows up with a confident poem played onto his lips that many have touched. tadashi's right eyebrow arches, a mocking (kind of) gesture played by the one who doesn't speak. 

"what's pussy?" tadashi's fingers go to his laptiop to tap that confusing word that spat from hajime's foolish mouth. iwaizumi pats the table with sudden force. 

"you're telling me that you don't know what pussy means?" hajime's face is even more mocking then before. tadashi looks away. 

sounds sexual. 

that's all tadashi can come up with, his mind reveals a clean slate as iwaizumi's movement sends his cocoa butter scent into the breeze, which so happened to tug to tadashi's way. heaven in a whiff. 

"is it b-bad?" 

tadashi's already reddened face brightens even more as iwaizumi throws his head back. bellowing snorts of benevolent laughter. his arms cross in front of his chest, his sweater rubbing against his sleeves. 

"you act like an eight year old." hajime snorts. 

tadashi flicks his tongue over his lips to moist them. "and?"

 iwaizumi probably thinks he's trying to sass him out. maybe he should murmur multiple apologies. tadashi breathes in and out slowly, feeling the oxygen seep into the lungs he sometimes wishes would not exist. 

"it's pretty cute." 

tadashi feels his heartbeat quicken.