How to save a life [ongoing]

Chapter 2

Tw: panic attack, self harm (skip from * to * if you don't want to read- it's one paragraph)

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It was the start of Oikawa and iwaizumi's 3rd year of high school. Their last chance to make it to nationals.

"I'm in Class 5 again. What about you?" Iwaizumi asked lifting his head up from the timetable.

"Class 6" oikawa replied.

"Well captain, are you ready to promote the volleyball club at lunch?" There was a slight hint of teasing as he called him captain.

"Iwa-chan. When am I not ready when it comes to volleyball?" He glanced sideways whilst a smirk grew across his face.

"What class is Azumi in?" Oikawa's face returned to normal by the mention of her name.

"I don't know, I'll check" he shrugged whilst pulling out his phone.

Azumi was oikawa's girlfriend. They began dating before the end of their second year. She was about 5'8 and had shoulder length black hair. She was a fairly good student and had had a nice personality. Oikawa liked her a lot as she was fun and treated him nicely. The time off school was good because he had his girlfriend and his best friend, but it was hard making up excuses for why he couldn't go out sometimes. She was uncertain if he didn't want to or if it was due to something else. Truthfully, he had temporarily been put back in counselling. Oikawa hadn't told her about his issues- but deep down she knew. She had seen faint scars during sex, she was sure he had seen hers too, though neither of them mentioned it. It was an unspoken mutual agreement as they both knew what it was like to be questioned and they appeared to be old. Still, he didn't want her to view him differently, he didn't want to be seen as weak and pathetic. Whenever she tried to speak to him about certain things regarding his mental well-being he simply lied or made excuses.

He glanced down at his phone as it beeped. "Class 5 aswell." He said looking up from the screen. The bell then rang and they said goodbye as they separated to their own classrooms. The day went by pretty quickly and before they knew it, it was lunchtime. Their plan was to promote the volleyball club.

As soon as he stepped out the class he was overwhelmed by the amount of people. The crowds voices were loud and coming from every direction, he had been trying to keep his breathing and thoughts under control the whole day but it was becoming too hard. 'no escape, there's no escape, there's too many people, they will see me, they will know, they will think I'm faking it, or think I'm weak, fuck'. He started to feel light headed and his breathing shallowed even more. He had become familiar to this feeling too well, he just had to make it to iwaizumi, if he were there, he'd be safe, he'd be fine, it would be okay. He'd know what to do. He put his hand in his pockets and began to play and fiddle with his hands and fingers, tapping them, keeping them moving at all times. He couldn't let everyone see. He'd done such a good job at hiding it before, he didn't want his popular rep to end. 'They would all hate you if they knew. Knew that you weren't perfect' "shut up" he muttered under his breath, still trying to block the thoughts out.. He paced his way to the club room ignoring every fangirl who tried to talk to him.

When he made it there, only Hanamaki was there. He immediately realised that something was wrong when he saw tears prickling his eyes and his trembling and fidgety hands which were now out of his pockets from opening the door.

"You okay?" He asked showing a bit of concern.

"Yeh, do you know where iwa chan is?" Oikawa rushed whilst looking down.