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Part 1

𝔸 ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔸 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤
𝔸 𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕨𝕟
𝔸𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕤𝕙
ℍ𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖
ℍ𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕟 ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕆𝕗 𝔸 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕒

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M͜͡y͜͡ n͜͡a͜͡m͜͡e͜͡ i͜͡s͜͡ O͜͡i͜͡k͜͡a͜͡w͜͡a͜͡ T͜͡o͜͡o͜͡r͜͡u͜͡.͜͡

🅸 🆆🅰🆂 🆃🅷🅴 🅻🅴🅰🅳🅴🆁 🅾🅵 🅰 🅿🅾🆆🅴🆁🅵🆄🅻 🅺🅸🅽🅶🅳🅾🅼.

🅐🅝🅓 🅣🅗🅘🅢 🅘🅢 🅣🅗🅔 🅢🅣🅞🅡🅨 🅞🅕 🅗🅞🅦 🅜🅨 🅚🅘🅝🅖🅓🅞🅜 🅕🅔🅛🅛 🅐🅝🅓 🅘 🅜🅐🅝🅐🅖🅔🅓 🅣🅞 🅡🅘🅢🅔 🅕🅡🅞🅜 🅣🅗🅔 🅐🅢🅗🅔🅢.

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Oikawa walked towards his chambers, his mind racing with thoughts. Another day of training to be King. Another attack from the Iwaizumi's. He walked into his chambers, a solemn look on his face, and plopped down on his bed, staring at the door in front of him. And that's when his thoughts seem to come to a halt, and all he could focus on is one thing.

"The attacks are becoming more frequent..." Oikawa mumbled, his eyes skimming over the room. "We can't keep up..."

Oikawa sighed, picking up a notebook he had filled up with information on the Iwaizumi's - the only reason why the Oikawa's had managed to keep up with their rival Kingdom. He had so much information on all of them, bar one. The son. All Oikawa had was a name and a photo.

"Iwaizumi Hajime..." Oikawa narrowed his eyes at the open notebook he had on his lap. "Who are you? And when will you strike next...?"

"TOORU! I'M COMING IN!" Oikawa flinched at the sudden shout from outside the door as Hanamaki slammed the door open and entered, a small smile on his face.

"Really? Every time?" Oikawa cocked an eyebrow.

"Yep, every time. You're welcome." Hanamaki bowed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Oikawa rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at the pink-haired boy.

"I hate you." Oikawa scowled, and Hanamaki laughed.

"You love me really," Hanamaki responded, a smirk planted on his face and Oikawa rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." Oikawa huffed, his eyes wandering back to his notebook. Hanamaki followed his gaze, a curious glint in his eyes.

"What're you doing?" Hannamaki plopped down on the bed next to Oikawa, taking the notebook out of Oikawa's hands and flicking through it.

"HEY!" Oikawa protested, trying to grab the notebook out of Hanamaki's hands. Hanamaki shoved Oikawa out the way, still reading through the notes.

"Bro, chill. You have done a lot of research." Hanamaki said, looking up at his brunette friend.

"Yeah. I'm trying to figure out when they'll attack next." Oikawa replied, a dejected look in his eyes. It seemed to get harder and harder every time they attacked, and Oikawa couldn't keep going like this.

"I thought you had that figured out already," Hanamaki commented, opening the book on the page that had notes about their attack patterns and reading through it.

"I can kinda still figure it out, but they've changed it up a bit, so it's getting a lot harder to predict when they're going to strike next. They've become a lot more spontaneous when they attack." Oikawa took the notebook off of Hanamaki and flicked to the back of the book, where he had kept a log of every attack on the Kingdom.

"They used to attack every four days between seven in the morning and twelve in the afternoon. About a month ago, they started attacking outside of that time frame. They also started attacking two or three times a day, sometimes several days in a row. I know they usually lead with the son, Iwaizumi Hajime, but every time he attacks he has a different weapon and a different attack style, so it's hard to pinpoint what he's going to do next. A lot of the time I can predict what he's gonna do, but sometimes he does something unexpected and we lose a significant amount of soldiers. We have never managed to seriously wound him, but I think I've figured out his weakness." Oikawa summarised, closing the notebook, his eyes skimming over the front cover.

"Dang. You are hella smart. Take a break, bro. Loosen up. Take a chill pill. Anything." Hanamaki started waving the notebook around, and Oikawa just watched him wave it around.

"You're not helping, Makki," Oikawa told him, and Hanamaki gave him an innocent shrug.

"I never claimed I was." Hanamaki smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Oikawa sighed. "We are due an attack any minute now, based on this information. I wish I could do more."

"Go to sleep, Tooru," Hanamaki said, giving Oikawa his notebook back. Or rather, throwing it at the brunette's head.

"Fine." Oikawa rolled his eyes before smiling, "As long as you stay with me."

"You're such a baby." Hanamaki punched his arm, and they both laughed in response.

"Good thing you're here to protect me, right?" Oikawa cocked an eyebrow.

"Exactly." Oikawa chuckled and put his notebook away.

"Goodnight, Makki."

"Night, 'Kawa."

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"Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to."