Iwaizumi Dialectical Journal

Sugawara isn’t what you would call a responsible driver before he passed his driving assessment (which took him three whole times to pass by the way) Iwaizumi would often have to pick him up whenever they went on dates. He may seem like the reliable one in his group of friends, but really he’s just as wild.

This lack of common sense on the road is one of Iwaizumi’s biggest worries. Valentine’s day was approaching, and well Suga finally got his licence. It was gross and humid that night when Suga spontaneously drove to the Iwaizumi household in nothing but his pyjamas that consisted of a pair of cat shorts and a tee shirt with a shrimp printed on it. With a box of strawberries in one hand and car keys on the other, he knocked on the wooden door.

“Iwa-chan!” Suga yelled mockingly in his best Oikawa impression, “Let’s go for a drive.”

A loud sigh can be heard through the door before it crept open. Iwaizumi Hajime stood there is all his glory with a towel wrapped tightly around his head and a toothbrush in his mouth.

“You could’ve at least called,” Iwaizumi gargled speaking as clearly as he could with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, “Give me a minute.”

At once the front door was slammed shut, and Suga was left alone on this sticky humid night with the crickets screeching annoyingly and the faint rustling of
The car really shouldn’t be jerking around this much when you change gears. Step off the clutch gently. Gently!” the tanned boy complained, wrinkling his forehead in frustration. "If you can't drive a manual don't buy a manual car, you dumbass," Iwaizumi mumbled under his breath. Letting out a loud sigh as he picked up the strawberries that scattered across his lap before reaching across the passenger seat feeding Suga a small red fruit. Iwaizumi watched Suga munched softly his typically angelic face slowly crunched up, from the sour fruit. Adorable, Iwaizumi notes, make sure you don't forget that