"Oi, Oikawa, you should go home too." Iwa mumbled, staring at his friend as he was still practicing serves.
"I'm afraid that I can't." The brown haired turned to Iwa and smiled. "We have an important match tomorrow, I need to be in shape." And with those words he started serving again. Iwa growled and grabbed his wrist. "You won't be in a good shape unless you don't get some rest, idiot."
"Oh come on, Iwa-chan." Oikawa giggled and pulled his arm away from him. "Just give me few more minutes."
Iwa snorted and watched him with a serious stare, leaning on the wall. "This irresponsibility of yours is gonna kill you one day."
"You're taking everything way too seriously, Iwa-chan. I'm just having fun."
"Mhm. How's your knee doing?" He growled. Oikawa stopped, stared in front of himself for a while and then turned to him with a kind smile. "It's just fine, no need to worry."
"Are you treating it as the doc told you? And tell me the truth, you know I can tell when you're lying." Oikawa came closer to him, patting his head. He could see in his eyes that Iwa is more worried than Oikawa himself. Or so he thought. Deep down he knew it could get worse and worse. Yet he wanted to put more and more pressure on it. Being a good player comes with a price, he thought.
"I am."
"Liar."
"Oh come on! What gave me away?" He whined, looking at Iwa with a sad stare. "Just the fact that you're still in this gym, idiot."
"Iwa-chan, you seriously need to sort out your priorities." Oikawa sighed, leaning over for his bottle. Iwa looked at him with a death stare as he was drinking. "I have my priorities sorted out perfectly. You're a captain, for god's sake. You're a leader. You can't gamble with your health like that."
"Why are you so sensitive about that?" Oikawa tilted his head, putting the bottle back down. Iwa started to lose his nerves. "Because I don't wanna play in a team without you, goddammit! And you might not see it but the whole team is sensitive about it!" He shouted, staring at Oikawa, who's eyes were widely opened.
An awkward silence took it's place for a few seconds. They just stared at each other until Oikawa decided to break it. He closed his eyes and wiped the sweat out of his own forehead. "I'm going home, you should go too." He whispered, running his fingers through his hair.
"Thank you." His friend nodded and grabbed his bag. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
"We're not twelve years old anymore, Iwa-chan. You can just go home. Whatsoever I need to make a stop on my way."
"Where are you going?" Iwa raised his eyebrows.
"I'm just gonna go buy myself some dinner."
"Sure." He mumbled quietly, grabbing his bag and going out of the gym. Oikawa just stood there, watching him leave.
He knew that Iwa always was the responsible one. But today's argument, unlike from the many many other one's, felt like he disappointed him. He saw it in his expression. He knew Iwa almost his whole life, but this face was different from the many faces he made through the years. Some people could say that Iwa kept his emotions for himself, that he kept a death stare all the time. But Oikawa knew it wasn't true.
He read his best friend almost like a book. No matter how hard it was to read it, no matter if some pages were a bit damaged, he could still understand the whole meaning of the book. And right now, he knew he got to the point where it's damaged the most.
He wouldn't say it out loud but this book meant world to him, so, for many reasons, he wouldn't let it get completely destroyed. Not under his watch.
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And that's it for the first chapter. Thank you so much for reading sfifhsbf
