I Don't Wanna Go [an iwaoi angst fanfic]

⚜️ chapter one ⚜️

| find hope in the hopeless |
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• oikawa's pov •

I haven't been doing well. I think everyone can tell. I've been slacking off on my setting, even though I'm giving it my all, I'm getting tired way too easily. I've noticed Iwa-chan, Makki, Mattsun, and the rest of the team giving me more and more concerned looks. I've been getting way too frustrated at myself.

My sets are slowly becoming a bit off, even though i'm doing what I usually do with them.

I don't understand.

I throw the ball into the air, watching it spin. I wait for the right moment. There. I take my approach and do my jump serve. It barely crosses the ten foot line. When I land, I stumble, barely able to stand up. My breathing is a lot heavier and the weight of my own body is more than my own two feet can handle.

This isn't normal.

I'm about to collapse when strong arms grip my shoulders, keeping my up. I'm met with the dark, piercing eyes of none other than Iwaizumi Hajime.

My crush.

And best friend for as long as I can remember. He furrows his eyebrows in concern, and I can see Mattsun and Makki doing the same being him. I look at them, a bit confused, even though I know what they're going to say to me.

"You okay, Shittykawa?" Iwa-chan asked me. I nod, barely able to get any words out. It's like i'm so tired I can hardly talk, although I barely even did anything. He studies me for a bit longer. "No you're not." He then leads me to the benches and instructs me to sit down, which I do. He then turns, and Mattsun and Makki take my place as if they're my bodyguards or something.

I mean, I suppose I'm flattered but...
Isn't this a bit much?

For once, they seem serious, joking and carefree attitudes nowhere in sight.

It's not like they're guarding me from other people. It's like they're guarding me from myself. Making sure I can't escape from them. Making sure that I'll hear them out and won't run away.

This is going to be a wonderful little chat.

Iwa-chan claps twice getting everyone's attention. The players on the court (who acted like they weren't watching us, but it was quite obvious that they were) turned to look at the vice-captain of the volleyball team.

"Okay everyone, practice is ending early today. Good job." Iwa-chan says. I stare at him, wide eyed, and try to get up. Makki and Mattsun immediately force me to sit down right after.

"I- hey! You can't just-" I'm cut off my Mattsun putting his hand over my mouth, muffling my words. I furrow my eyebrows and bite his hand. He yells and pulls away, glaring at me while I snicker.

Knowing that I still won't be able to talk either way,I silently watch my kouhai's file into the locker rooms to change, then walk out the door, each saying goodbye in they're own ways (except for Mad Dog-chan who doesn't say goodbye whatsoever). A few give me sympathetic looks because when Makki and Mattsun get serious, shit is about to go down. And it's scary as hell. The moment everyone leaves, the three turn to me.

This is a lot more intimating than I thought it would be.

"Uh, hi?" I stutter out under the intense glares of my teammates. "I- Okay, what is this? The 'I'm judging you' squad or something?"