Best I Ever Had [IwaOi Angst]

Chapter 7

Oikawa sips at his coffee idly in the shop, staring at his laptop pensively. His life had slipped back into routine the past few weeks and he embraces it. Assimilating back into Japan is a bit more difficult than he had originally thought, but nothing he can't handle.

He's moved into his apartment in the heart of Tokyo. A simple one bedroom, one bath, but in a great location, right near the metro. Getting to work is a breeze. It's currently sparsely decorated, but only because he hasn't had the chance to buy new furniture. Only the bare necessities. He has plans though. Wonderful plans, to decorate the place into his new home.

Work is nice. Being his charming self is much easier when he knows the language by heart, and slipping into his confident persona again is like slipping on your favorite jacket you thought you lost forever ago. It just feels right. Feels like home.

His coworkers seem like good people too. He's been out drinking with a couple of them. Unfortunately none of them are lookers. Well, the one lady is quite the catch, with a sharp witty tongue and sweet smile. Michimiya, is her name. He doesn't know much about her, other than that she worries a bit too much. He'd like to get to know her better. But he's come to realize over the years that he is much more partial to men than women. Still, she seems like a worthy friend.

Everything seemed to be falling into place. He was happier, more fulfilled, less pitiful. Less clingy of the past. He was finally beginning to move on. And it wasn't as if he had always been so pathetic. In fact, a good majority of his years in the U.S. had been fantastic, filled with playing on one of the best teams in the world. It was only recently that he had fallen into such a deep pit of self-loathing. But he was pushing past it again. Because Oikawa Tooru refuses to stay down for too long.

He types up another work email, taking another sip of his coffee. He glances up from his screen, yawning a little. It's early morning and Oikawa is not a morning person at all. However, he'd had trouble sleeping the night before, tossing and turning and lying awake. And finally at five am he had decided to give up and get up.

He didn't have a coffee maker at home, a luxury he had grown used to in America, but the coffee shop was right by his apartment so he had decided to be at least a little productive and venture out towards the little shop and tackle some work e-mails. He didn't have to get on his train for work for another hour or so anyway.

It's becoming a more reasonable hour, and the morning rush is starting to fill the tiny spot. The line is growing, filled with suited businessmen and women, high school students with their bags and the occasional parent toting a napping toddler in their arms.

Oikawa watches them a moment, amused, before turning back to his e-mail. He needs to get in touch with a few other departments about their current project. He needs to focus. But the sigh of high schoolers in their pristine uniforms brings a small ache to his heart.

He was getting better. Better at moving on. But not completely. He'd spent almost ten years not thinking about him--almost. It was only recently that a certain someone had been consuming his thoughts. That a certain event opened the heartbreak and can of worms he'd worked so hard to bury deep deep down.

He was being childish.

He should call him.

It would be the adult thing to do.

Oikawa glances at his phone, swiping it open to reveal the note app with seven digits marked down and the name Iwaizumi Hajime typed out underneath. He stares at it and feels his stomach churn. He bites his lip before letting out a sigh and turning back to his computer.

He had gotten the number from Kindaichi a few weeks ago, back when he was still visiting his parents in Miyagi. It makes him a bit nauseous to look at the numbers, taunting him from the small screen. It makes him a bit sick to think of the memory. Sick enough to throw up.