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-seventeen-

"What happened between you and Oikawa. It seemed you guys might have met before..." he asked, a little rattled. He didn't know what response he would be in tune for.

You simply looked to him, neutrally and with wide eyes, "you'd like to know..." you answered yourself, first questioning the motive.

He nodded slowly, the sun starting to set outside, casting wishful shadows upon the both of you, "if that's ok. This just...will make more sense..."

"Ok...here's what's going on. It's a bit more complicated than it looked..." you warned, looking to him with every bit of concern.

"I'm all ears," he smiled, taking you to a nearby bench, just infront of the setting sun, and an evening of truth.

The truth of Oikawa.

***

The summer marked the incoming of blessed skies and hopeful autumns. A break in between clusters of cold and rain, and dreary downfalls and closed curtains. It made for the much needed space in between, similar to many situation. Summer break had only started, but it was just the beginning of it all.

Space in which didn't ask for physical barriers. More so a philosophical way of adjusting. A figure within meaning. How objects stood for more than they were.

In some cases, buffers. How people stood as buffers.

How I found many to be a buffer between others. How Nishinoya, upon first meeting him just last year, stood as a buffer between me and Tanaka, before he decided to cool his jets about just how threatened he felt.

I'm not trying to gloat, but the way he used to back away and rather steer clear said more than any apologetic words could've in the months I had spent with him.

When walking alongside Daichi, I found Michimiya to be a buffer. Doesn't matter who was who's accompany first, she made it so a trio had no means of outlining a third wheel. Those kinds of buffers made social life much more enjoyable.

Then there's this special buffer I couldn't figure out. One hand seem to be that the buffer was the preferred side some days. Others was as if it was merely to separate.

I walk alongside him now, he walks with me. Just watching the same scenery; only without his eyes. More so his mind as we speak about whatever we decided was relevant.

In any case, it's anything.

Iwaizumi, lately he's been nonchalant dropping he'd prefer Hajime with close friends, brings up a casual conversation that was always a fun dispute.

We always ended up on the same side. Not because we couldn't be human and kindly debate. We just thought the same about it.

Opposite hitters. Right side hitters. My position.

I guess old position. Though i haven't lost my touch on the court.

I just don't feel as though I'd be welcomed back. Not by the community or my team.

By myself.

Funny thing with this conversation is that when it gets kicked into high gear, mainly by me egging on all the statable facts, it seems to create a rise in him.