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“Well, look at you. You actually own clothes that don’t belong at a golf club.” Iwaizumi says as he approaches, foregoing a proper greeting. Oikawa’s gaze scans over Iwaizumi’s dark joggers and simple navy hoodie. His signature snapback is perched atop his head, backward as usual, dark spikes of hair peeking through the hole at the front. Oikawa gives a prim smile and sticks up his nose. “And you, as usual, look like a street rat.” He chides. “Yeah, and how do you expect to move your body in jeans that tight, pretty boy?” Oikawa’s eyes are half-lidded and annoyingly pretty when he says, “Oh, Hajime – you know I can move my body exactly as I need to no matter what I am or am not wearing.” --- Iwaizumi Hajime is a street dancer. When he starts at Seijou School for the Arts, he isn’t sure what to expect – but it certainly isn’t the whirlwind that is the classically-trained, preppy, and popular Oikawa Tooru.

Fics like I sure hope that the sun got rhythm ('cause he gonna dance when that music hit'm)

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