It was a well-known fact in Aobo Josai that a bad picture of Oikawa Tooru was impossible.

No matter what happened, the setter would always look stunning. If he was halfway through sneezing when a photo was taken, his nose would be lightly scrunched, his eyes delicately screwed and his mouth slightly open. If he had been sprayed by a water gun, then the droplets would hang in his brown hair, shimmering in the light, he'd have a grumpy pout that looked too sweet, and his hazel eyes caught the son like glimmering gems. And if Iwaizumi was looking at the picture, there was nothing he could honestly fault.

However, Iwaizumi Hajime was famous for terrible pictures. Every photo was always blurry when he was the focus, he never looked flattering and no amount of lighting could make his eyes shine like Oikawa's'.

So, naturally, Iwaizumi decided that the only way to settle the score was to have the worst picture of Oikawa possible.

It was someday, during practice, while Oikawa was setting to the first years when Iwaizumi put his plan into action.

"Makki, Mattsun," He said gruffly, approaching the two third years. "I need your help."

They turned to him. "Oya?"

"Oya, oya?"

"You've been spending way too much time with the Fukoradani captain," Iwaizumi grunted. "Anyway, I need you to get a bad picture of Oikawa."

The two stared at him. "You what?" Makki frowned.

Mattsun leaned into his boyfriends' ear, loudly whispering. "I think he means, like, a dirty picture of Oikawa. Y'know, like out-of-the-shower photo or something-"

"No, I don't," Iwaizumi quickly shut down the idea. "Just, an unflattering picture. Blackmail material, y'know?"

Makki raised an eyebrow. "We're talking about the same Oikawa Tooru, right? The guy who pulled off neon pink stilettos like a model, right? That Oikawa Tooru?"

"Sounds hard, man," Mattsun sighed. "Probably impossible."

"Oh-ho, are the famous Mattsun and Makki backing down from a challenge?" Teased Iwaizumi. The two froze. "What a blow to their reputation. Who's gonna trust them now that they've turned down a challenge? What cowards-"

"Alright, we'll do it!" They interrupted him in unision.

Iwaizumi grinned. "Good."

.:*:.

"Getting a bag photo will be impossible."

"Agreed. But a blackmail photo will be easy-peasy."

"What do you mean? Blackmail photos are bad photos."

"Not when it comes to couples."

"Oh. Ohhh... Yes, I see what you mean. You're so hot when you're evil."

"Wanna hear the plan?"

"Yes, sir."

.:*:.

The first try went horribly.

The plan was for Mattsun to jumpscare Oikawa and then Makki rushes in and takes a picture. However, when the three boys looked over the pictures, they all had to agree that Oikawa only looked prettily surprised, with eyes widened gently and a polite expression of shock.

"Next," They chorused, looking down at the phone critically.

.:*:.

The fifth plan was also a fail.

Makki had hatched a killer joke when the third years were hanging out, timing it perfectly for when Oikawa was drinking his milkshake, and Mattsun took a picture. Their aim was to get a snap of Oikawa spitting out his drink. Annoyingly, their captain still looked immaculate, with one hand raised lightly over his beaming mouth that held his milkshakes' straw neatly between white teeth.

"It's a fail," Sighed Mattsun.

The boys looked at each other. "Next."

.:*:.

Attempt twelve had the same amount of success as the plans before it. So did plan twenty-seven. And plan thirty-four. It just wasn't working. Not to mention, Oikawa started to get suspicious around attempt number fifteen and Iwaizumi was getting more and more annoyed by the day.

Plan fifty-one was to catch a picture of Oikawa dealing one of his killer serves during practise. Hopefully, his expression wouldn't be flattering. However, when Iwaizumi looked at it, he shook his head. "No, he still looks good."

Makki and Mattsun glanced at each other. "Really?" Mattsun said. "I'd say he looks kinda constipated with all that concentration."

"We can do better," Makki said, determined.

"I think," Mattsun began with a serious expression, locking eyes with Makki. "We're gonna have to try plan sixty-nine."

Iwaizumi frowned. "I thought we were on plan fifty-two now-"

"We've got to bring out the big guns," Makki assured him.

"What's the plan here, then?" Iwaizumi asked.

Makki grinned and Mattsun looked like a demon about to eat an orphan, which was quite an unpleasant image. "Easy. It's not even that complicated. However, it all depends on you and your sexiness..."

.:*:.

The second and first years had finished changing and were long gone, but, as usual, Oikawa had stayed behind practising his serves to perfection. When he entered the changing room, he didn't notice Iwaizumi keeping hidden in the half-light, or Makki and Mattsun crouching in a few open lockers.

"Why the hell is it so damn dark in here?" Oikawa muttered aloud, sounding a little breathless.

Iwaizumi gathered up all his courage and was surprised to find his legs shaking as he stepped forwards.

"'Kawa," He said gruffly, making his friend jump.

Instantly, Oikawa's' face lit up. "Iwa-chan!" He beamed. "What are you still doing here? I thought you'd have run off by now."

Iwaizumi kept walking forwards, trying so hard not to panic or freak out as he began to gently but bossily push Oikawa up against the lockers. "I wanted to talk to you."

"O-Oh," Oikawa was bright red and out of place to hide. "M-Me?"

"And," Iwaizumi said, keeping his voice low and remembering the lines he had gone over in his head a thousand times. "I wanted to give you something."

Oikawa was shaking nervously. "G-Give what?"

Iwaizumi leaned in closer, feeling Oikawa's' breath against his face. With a small tinge of annoyance, he raised himself up on his tiptoes to reach the captain's' height, then leaned in and kissed him passionately. Instantly, two thoughts raced through his mind. One, he liked this. He liked it a lot. Two, Oikawa was kissing him back.

In fact, Oikawa wasn't just kissing him back. His fingers were knotted in Iwaizumi's' spiky black hair and he lifted his legs up and around Iwaizumi's' waist. Naturally, Iwaizumi put his hands on Oikawa's' hips and helped shift him to a safer position that managed to deepen the kiss at the same time.

Iwaizumi would never admit it, but he lost himself in Oikawa. In fact, he only remembered what this was supposed to achieve when the changing room creaked and running footsteps began to fade away. Oh, shit.

In a panic, he began to pull away from Oikawa.

"I-I'm sorry," He stumbled over his words. "I-"

"Hey, now," Oikawa pouted at him with plump lips. "There's no need to stop, is there, Iwa-chan? I was quite enjoying myself."

Iwaizumi hesitated then felt a small smile cross his face. He could get Makki and Mattsun back later. And then ask them to delete all the pictures after sending them straight to him. So he kissed Oikawa again and decided to let the other two third-years live a day longer.