The Final Year [Iwaizumi X Reader]

Nine : Ex's And Oh's

CONTENT WARNING : VIOLENCE

"We...need to go. Get out of here and just run I don't know!" I'm starting to rush my sentences, my head still pounding and my heart racing. Iwaizumi's grasp only becomes tighter.

I look to the side doors, wide open and facing the back of the school. I dart my eyes from there back to Iwaizumi.

He notices and nods, looking back himself.

"I can go talk to him..." Oikawa suggests. He looks back out the opposite door, then back to me.

"No! Don't do that. Don't interact with him. We'll just get out of here and if he comes looking, he won't find us." I start to get up from my seat, tossing Iwaizumi's arms off of me. I lift myself up, somewhat unstable and holding onto the wall. My side falls into the wall, causing my head to go with it. I clench my arm and push myself up with my hand.

"Agh!" I grunt, leaning on the wall while attempting to cushion my head with my hand. My eyes squint shut and my breathing becomes very irregular. My nose is stuffed and my mouth becomes super dry from the heaving.

Why can't I move?! I need to get going.

I struggle to get up from my leaning position, and use my ankle as support.

Little do I remember that's the bad ankle. I stuff it into the intersection between the wall and the floor, and twist it for balance. I feel a slight pull, then a sharp sting and pounding like sensation in the back and on the front. My eyes water and my teeth start grinding.

Shit! Just look at my pathetic self.

Iwaizumi gets up and scoops me in his arms, placing his hand on my head and protecting it against his shoulder.

"No...put me down...I got this..." I protest in between breaths.

"Not like this you don't." He counters, hoisting me up and into the crooks of his biceps and forearms.

Oikawa grabs my stuff and slings it over Iwaizumi's opposing arm, laying his jacket on top.

"Is he out that door?" Iwaizumi asks, nodding his head to the door I signalled earlier, while wrapping his hold even tighter.

I can tell he's worried. Worried sick. My heads injured, my body feels weak, I'm dependent on him and he needs to rid me of this situation.

I can help but shed a few more tears, my constant shit boggling his time.

Iwaizumi looks to me, wiping my tears with his thumb. All I can do is bury my injured head further into his shoulder.

"No, he's on the farther side of the parking lot...but I'm not thinking he's here to sit there."

"Oikawa, that would be dumb. He's probably here to go after her."

"Now would he though..."

I look to Oikawa, raising my head with eyes semi open, "Yesss. Of everyone in this room you would know that."

They both chuckle and I collapse my head back down onto Iwaizumi.

"We need to go. I don't think this is the best thing right now." Iwaizumi starts making his way to the door, when a loud bang erupts from the opposing side.

He jerks himself around, only tightening his hold on me. I try to lift my head to see what's going on, but he lowers it with no trouble.

I must be that weak right now.