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Oikawa let out a shaky sigh as he cautiously made his way to the door.
His mother had texted at some point saying that the postman was supposed to come today. Not wanting to inconvenience her, Oikawa didn't complain or remind her of his crippling anxiety. So now he was expected to open the door to avoid another lecture from his mother.
She was getting sick of actually having to go to the post office to pick up the parcel herself.
But it wasn't that easy, his mother's reprimands weren't just going to change the way his brain worked. He wishes they did, maybe he could be a better son that way.
Oikawa stood at the door, hands-no his whole body-shaking. He chastised himself for letting tears well up into his eyes.
'It's not that deep Tōru.' He would tell himself, it didn't do much though. It didn't change anything.
The person knocked again and Oikawa felt his heart drop to his stomach at all the outcomes of opening the door.
What if he tried to make small talk and stumbled over his words and then the postman went out and told everyone in town how much of an idiot and weirdo Oikawa Tōru was and that he couldn't even make simple conversation and-
Oh god. He had taken a step away from the door. Just as he was so close.
The person knocked once again, they weren't going to let up on getting this door opened.
Kind of like a burglar or murderer.
Oh god what if- no, no Tōru. Stop it.
Oikawa huffed, snaking an arm around his stomach as he felt his nausea crawl up his spine and embed itself in his constricting throat.
Another knock.
Oikawa took a step closer to the door, finally. It felt like the biggest step he had ever taken in his life.
Another knock.
Oikawa shakily reached out with the arm he had clutched onto his shorts with until it came into contact with the cold metal doorknob of his front door.
Another knock.
The twisting of the doorknob made him grit his teeth together and gulp intensely at what was on the other side once he had stopped twisting the doorknob and let the outside world in.
The outside world. What a scary, scary place.
The person had stopped knocking once they saw the doorknob twisting and the door cracking open slightly.
Oikawa froze once he saw what, who, was on the other side.
This was not the postman. This was Iwaizumi Hajime, his childhood best friend.
"Oh, Hello I-Iwaizumi." Oikawa let out a shaky breath as Iwaizumi smiled slightly at him, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
"So you are alive. Sup Kawa." Iwaizumi was always so easy to talk to. He was a good conversationalist, Oikawa envied him for that.
"Hi...how are- how are you Iwaizumi?" Iwaizumi didn't answer immediately, instead he chuckled slightly to himself as Oikawa tensed up.
Was he laughing at him? What had he done? Was there something on his face? Something he said? Why was Iwaizumi laughing at him?
"I should be asking you that. You were the one that vanished for a year." If Iwaizumi was mad, he didn't show it.
"Oh yeah...well, I'm okay." Iwaizumi was quiet for a second, shifting on his feet and looking down.
"So you gonna let me in or what? You hiding a dead body in there or something?" Iwaizumi laughed quietly at his own sarcasm and looked up at Oikawa. His eyes were soft and kind, Just how Oikawa had remembered them.
"Oh, oh yeah. And no, nothing to hide here Iwaizumi." Oikawa moved back, opening the door wider, hiding behind it slightly as Iwaizumi stepped in and looked around the place.
Iwaizumi had been to Oikawa's house many times before but it felt different now. It felt bigger, and in turn, lonelier.
Iwaizumi hummed to himself as Oikawa moved to close the door, his movements hesitant.
