Intertwined

Chapter eighteen- broken youths and proud I love you's

Fuck jake gyllenhaal, all my kins hate jake gyllenhaal

Oikawas POV:

I straighten my white button down and tuck it into my black sleek trousers, which cho ironed for me only moments ago. I look into my semi dirty mirror, that reminds me I need to do a deep clean on my apartment soon.

As I'm admiring my chosen outfit I hear my door open with an annoyingly familiar creek, I look forward in the mirror to see cho leaning on my bedroom door frame sporting a smirk I know all to well.

"Told you the black trousers would go well", cho says while crossing her arms, I smile at her in the mirror while raising my hands into my hair trying to get it to right style, even though it's perfect, I can't seem to make myself pleased with its presentation.

"Your being quiet Tooru, it's not like you at all", I hear her chuckle under her breath, but I can hear the uncertainty laced in her voice. I send her a small smile trying to not show her how anxious I am for my 'catching up' with iwaizumi, but just by my fleeting look towards my sister. Which only lasted a second. I knew, she knew.

"If you don't want to go Tooru don't go, we can stay here and watch cringe worthy Christmas movies together... just like old times", she moves her way over to me and leans her head on my shoulder, we stand side by side for a few brief moments basking in each other's calming presence. She's right I could just not go, I'm not obligated to go, I don't owe him anything.

But a nagging, whiny voice of me when I was younger always seems to penetrate its way through my self built up walls, practically screaming at me to let iwaizumi in just one more time, just begging for one more chance. Unfortunately, I always seem to lose all functionality and rational thought when it comes to iwaizumi, always have. Always will, no matter the circumstances.

I softly lean my head on top of cho's thick, long chestnut hair, I smile at her in the mirror in which she returns almost immediately. All though she did give me a compelling alternative to the meet up, she knows that I won't back out of this, she knows my pride is way to big for that.

"I can do this, I need to see what he has to say and", I exhale slowly and deeply, and look to my sister once again, "I think it will be good for me, I'm not saying I'm going to forgive him, but it would be nice to say he's in my life again, even if it's not the same as before".

She scoffs under her breath followed by a hearty laugh, she moves her head gently off my shoulder causing my head to stay slanted for a second, before I stand up right, "was that you talking to me or was that you trying to convince yourself?", she smiles up to me and gently taps my cheeks with her rough, but perfectly manicured hands, I roll my eyes at her teasing and push her away slightly.

"Maybe a little bit of both... you'll never know though", I take one more look over myself, good as it can get tooru, as I make my way out of my room I'm stopped by cho's hand carefully holding my elbow, "what? do I have something on my back?", I frantically look behind me, trying to find any discrepancies on my outfit.

"No, you haven't your fine".

"Then what's wrong", I finally calm myself down and look towards my sister, she's holding a look which I've only seen her do a few times. Them glazed over eyes, that slightly quivering bottom lip, however to others this may look like she is upset, the actual underlying emotion held behind it is love.

"I'm proud of you tooru, of everything you've done for me and takeru, everything you've done for yourself. You sacrificed so much by leaving with me, damn I could've had a pro-volleyball player as a brother", at this point in her running dialogue, stray tears where already making there way past my chin, but that doesn't stop the deep chuckle escape my lips at her volleyball comment.