Best I Ever Had [IwaOi Angst]

Chapter 16

Iwaizumi lies on the couch with a wet rag on his face that morning. He lets out a groan and wonders what his life has become. He'd always felt he'd have figured everything out by the time he was thirty. Apparently not. Well, he still had a couple years, he supposes.

His phone buzzes.

He gropes for it on the coffee table and sees a text from Daichi light up his screen.

call me

He groans again, dropping the phone on his chest and rubbing at his tired eyes. One of them must have told Daichi about the night before.

The night before.

He sits up a little, and his phone falls into his lap. He takes off the wet rag, letting it slap onto the table beside him. He scratches an itch on his head and grabs his phone once more, opening up Hanamaki's contact.

hey don't air my dirty laundry to my other friends

There is a prompt reply and Iwaizumi feels a bit bad. Usually when they hang out for drinks, Hanamaki refuses to communicate with others until after dinner because of his hangover.

you really had us worried man :/

Iwaizumi frowns.

I'm really sorry you had to see that.

Dots dance along his phone screen. He waits.

It's ok.

Well, it's sucky but I get it.

I hope you guys can figure this out.

Iwaizumi bites his lip. There's another dancing of dots and his phone shakes.

you guys were really close so like...i don't know

i don't want to overstep my boundaries

Iwaizumi snorts, and types out,

hanamaki being careful about overstepping boundaries? i guess anyone can mature with time

There's a pause before anything appears on his screen. And then the response lands with a dead weight,

I'm being serious.

Iwaizumi feels a bit sick and puts his phone down. He lies back into his couch, letting the cushions take him in. He sighs.

What the hell am I going to do with you, Oikawa, he thinks to himself.

And he can't help the lazy half smile on his tired face because it used to be such a familiar thought. The kind of phrase that popped into his head back in high school when he would catch the fool overworking himself, the kind of phrase that came to him when he had to drag his charming ass back to practice and away from his fan club, the kind of phrase that playfully skirted his brain when Oikawa peppered him with kisses all over his face when he was in a particularly grumpy mood.

And he's grinning now, his head still heavy from the alcohol, but lost in a happy memory. A memory, he remembers. A distant, decade old memory. He lets out another sigh and rubs at his face. Oikawa is back, and he can't keep him at a distance anymore. He has to face him. It's the mature thing to do. But he's not sure how to broach the subject. How to put to rest ten years worth of resentment so he can get his best friend back into his life.

He thinks back to Oikawa's original request, at the doctors: a cup of coffee to catch up. To remember how they clicked so well. To recall the happier times and maybe start a new. He'll have to mull it over.