“You’re too slow, Tooru.”
"Matte yo, Iwa-chan!"
He scowled at the name and saw the grin from the boy a few steps behind him before he deliberately stopped. It was a hot summer day and their neighbors brought him along on their family trip to the beach.
The Oikawas lived in the same block, just across the street. Their youngest son, Oikawa Tooru was born a few months after he was and ever since then, the two of them had been inseparable.
Oikawa, he knew, was a lonely kid, but he has a really gentle smile which he really liked.
"I don't want to play with you anymore," Oikawa said, tears brimming his brown eyes. Hajime frowned—he likes Oikawa fine… but there are times he hated this side of him. He is such a crybaby and Iwaizumi is especially weak from his tears. It's unfair and he grumbled as he traced his way back to the kid who was now sobbing silently.
He put a hand on top of Oikawa’s head and smiled an apology, "Hora, hora... Stop crying. I won't tease you again."
He held out his hand but Oikawa didn’t stop crying. He sighed and knelt down until he could wipe the tears away from his cheeks with his sandy palms. “I’m sorry I made you run after me a lot even when you said you didn’t want to. I won’t call you slowpoke again.” He stopped a chuckle from coming out with the term because he didn’t want to make Oikawa cry more
“Promise me you’ll wait for me?” Oikawa’s voice was soft and sweet when he peeked from his hands.
Iwaizumi blinked at him, surprised at the promise the boy was asking him. But the brown eyes were looking at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of the promise. He put out his pinky and smiled, “I promise.”
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