You Can't Love A Dead Person

Iwa's POV

[Not me almost crying while writing this :') Anyway there will probably about 2-4 more chapters of this, because we are near the end of the story.  If you notice any errors, please point them out in a comment. Thanks for reading!]

"You really got yourself into a mess this time, Shittykawa." I mutter to the semi conscious body in the back of my car. I reach into the back seat to put his seatbelt on, then drive us home.

I get out of the car, and walk over to Oikawa's door. In the reflection of the window, I see myself, my nose looks crooked, and blood is smeared across my face. That Alex kid really packs a punch. I sigh and open the car door. Oikawa is still asleep, so I quietly unbuckle his seatbelt and carry him inside. For once I'm thankful he's so skinny, it's not easy carrying a body up several flights of stairs.

Once I get to the apartment, I lay Oikawa on the couch and pull a blanket over him. I walk into the bathroom to get a better look at my wounds and start to clean them off. It's worse than I thought, not only is my nose crooked, but my eyes are puffy and I have a wide cut on my cheekbone.

I shuffle through bottles of shampoo and conditioner trying to find the hydrogen peroxide, but when I find the bottle, it's empty.

"Shit this is gonna hurt," I think to myself as I reach for the bottle of isopropyl alcohol. I pull my t-shirt up and bite down on the collar of it. Leaning over the sink, I start to pour the alcohol over my cut. I wince and bite down harder on the shirt. Now that my cut is sanitized, I can bandage it up. I grab a band-aid out of the box and put it on my cheek.

Now I just have to deal with my eyes and my nose. I walk back into the kitchen to grab and ice back, and hear something in the living room. Oikawa must be awake. I hold the ice pack up to my face, and walk into the living room.

"You look like shit." Oikawa smirks.

"Shut up, your dumbass is the only reason I'm hurt in the first place." I complain.

"Aww, you aren't mad at me are you?" Oikawa says

"No of course not, you only brought up my parents kicking me out, locked me out of our apartment, then got pissed off at me for playing a set of volleyball. No wait, you also went to the club and cheated on me with a total stranger. No I'm not mad at all!" I say sarcastically.

"Woah woah woah, when did you play volleyball?" Oikawa asks.

"After our modeling fight and before you went to the club." I explain. I can't tell if Oikawa is intentionally forgetting or if he's just drunk.

"You played volleyball?" he asks. I roll my eyes, and nod. "Well in my defense, I thought you had a hookup when that happened." He giggles.

"What the hell Oikawa? I would never cheat on you! And even if I did, don't you think it would be fair to talk to be about it before you run off to a club and have sex with some stranger?"

"Well I guess, but-" he starts

"No, you didn't think about that. Because you don't think. Oikawa if I hadn't come save you, that dude would have had sex with you and who knows what would have happened after that? You need to think about what you're doing before you do it idiot."

"Wait how did you even know I was at the club?" asks Oikawa.

"Is that really important right now?" I say.

"Yes the fuck it is! Was the club really the first place you thought to look?" Oikawa questions. I sigh and pull out my phone. I open the parental figures app and show it to Oikawa.

"After you passed out on your run I put tracking on your phone so that I could see where you, or your phone at least, are." I explain.

"You've been tracking me?" Oikawa accuses.

"Idiot, I'm just trying to keep you alive." I reply. Neither of us say anything for a moment, but I break the silence by asking, "Why did you go to the club?"

"I was angry. I thought you cheated on me so I wanted revenge. I just wanted to make you jealous." Oikawa answers.

"Well it fucking worked." I mumble. "Oikawa I have been by your side for years, and I'm always here when you screw something up. I never ask anything of you, because that's what I thought love was. I loved you Oikawa, but you aren't acting like you love me back. I keep on giving you more chances, but this isn't working. Before, saving you was an inconvenience at worst, but now, I can't keep doing this. So I'm sorry, but I don't think this relationship is going to work out." I tell Oikawa.

"W-what?" Oikawa says, his voice cracking. I've seen him pout before, but this isn't that. He looks really really sad. I'm tempted to go hold him and offer him words of comfort, but I told myself I would stop saving him. I need to live my own life, not act as somebody's sidekick.

"Why am I never enough? Why am I always letting people down? I wasn't a good enough setter to get us to nationals, I wasn't a good enough artist to get into your dream school, and I'm not a good enough person to be your boyfriend. I'm sorry Iwazumi." Oikawa says quietly.

I really want to tell him that it isn't his fault, and that it's all going to be okay, but I can't. Oikawa needs to realize that he can't be as reckless and inconsiderate as he had been. If he doesn't learn now, he never will. This will hurt him, and it will hurt me, but we both will become stronger and better people because of it.

Hopefully, Oikawa grows from this, and maybe then we can get back together, but I can't be around him until he gets better.