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"So what about College?"

"I don't know...college is a lot bigger with a lot more people..."

"Maybe...but people don't care about other people as much in college as they do in high school." Hanamaki and Oikawa were lay in bed, softly whispering to each other. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi had fallen asleep after stuffing their faces with food that Iwaizumi ended up ordering.

"Right but...my brain tells me that everyone cares all the time no matter what...and not in a good way." They were talking about school, more specifically, if Oikawa was actually going to go back at some point.

"Do you think that...that we're judging you?" Oikawa frowned, he wondered if Hanamaki had been holding onto that thought for a while now.

"Well...at first yeah, cause I didn't know you guys but I do now, I still don't understand it but I know that you're not...for some reason." Hanamaki hummed, looking down for a moment before looking back up into Oikawa's eyes.

"Well...you're funny and smart and so pretty. We all really enjoy your company Toto. I mean...does there have to be a reason to love someone? or in our case, multiple people?" Oikawa let a small smile slip onto his face, he was quiet for a moment, listening to the soft breathing of Iwaizumi and Matsukawa as they slept.

"I guess not. Thank you."

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"Okay so, there's the art museum. There's also the Lizaka onsen and some other places as well, they all seem like they'll be calmer atmospheres. What do you guys think?"

"Art museum! Art museum!" Matsukawa threw his hands up while chanting. The boy had a knack for art, they decided to go with that since Matsukawa wouldn't let them not anyway.

"Okay, it's a bit away though, maybe a half an hour bus ride." Oikawa frowned, he hated busses.

"It's fine, we can rent a car." Hanamaki pitched in after seeing the frown settled on Oikawa's face. Oikawa rested his face after that, relief flooding into his bones. He felt a but guilty, a car would be more expensive than the bus. Hanamaki reassured him that it was okay, the boy was practically drowning in money.

It baffled Oikawa how someone so rich could be so humble. Hanamaki was simply just a high school kid and he acted like it. Oikawa loved that about him.

"Okay, let's get some of the hotel breakfast while we still can and then find a car rental place?"

So they set to action, showering and getting ready, three of them grabbing breakfast and bringing some up to the room for Oikawa before finding a car rental place online. Hanamaki payed for the car for the week and they were ready to go. 

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"woah! This is it. I'm home." Iwaizumi chuckled at Matsukawa who was scanning the first room of the museum wondrously. He'd make these small comments on the way the art was made, talking about composition and wash. The three of them had no idea what he was talking about but they revelled in the way Mattsun's face lit up. 

Oikawa felt comfortable here as well. It was quiet and people gave all their attention to the art rather than him. The usual lingering feel of stares on his back had mostly gone away, he felt calm here. He understood why Mattsun liked it so much. 

Oikawa wondered if there were any museums back in Sendai, that could be a good place to go and clear his head. As well as the hill but his last memory there was of him sobbing in helpless anger and frustration and it kind of tainted the place. Slowly staining the rocks with red, he didn't want to go back to a place that held no remorse there, A place blanketed with his old anger, sadness, anxiety. It wasn't really a comfort anymore. 

Oikawa's attention was taken back to reality as the four of them sauntered into another room of the museum, it seemed to be for oil portraiture. Oikawa thought it was beautiful, all the faces of these people that probably meant a lot to the painters. Loved ones, family, peers. It was a time-capsuled love declaration in every way. Oikawa started to understand Matsukawa a little bit more. 

The other three started to quietly move onto another room, Oikawa didn't want to leave this yet. Staring into the green eyes of some painted wife. The painter had given her cheeks this rosy tint that lit up her face beautifully and Oikawa didn't want to leave yet. 

"Kawa, we're going to the sculpture room." 

"I'll meet you guys there." They were whispering, as to not disturb the people and paintings and maybe even the people in the paintings. 

"You sure?"

"yeah." Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki moved onto the next room leaving Oikawa to turn back to the painting he was admiring. The woman had soft blonde hair and fair skin, a Russian blue cat painted resting in her arms. Oikawa wanted to know what this woman looked like in real life, if she was just as beautifully captured in the light in real life as she was in the painting. 

She looked to be an English woman. Oikawa wondered if all English women held the same amount of beauty. Maybe he'd go one day. Maybe he'd paint a radiant, blonde-haired, young English woman himself and have it hung up in a museum. 

Maybe he'd paint his boyfriends. Capturing his own declaration of love and having it displayed for the whole world to see. People would flock in, admire the strokes that put together Iwaizumi's gruffness, Matsukawa's stupor and Hanamaki's elegance. They'd call them best friends then move onto the other paintings but wouldn't be able to get Oikawa's painting off their minds. If they were just friends then how come so much love was captured in their eyes? 

Maybe Oikawa would take up painting. He'd never thought much about his future but right in this moment, the deep green painted eyes of the English woman reflected in his, He kind of wanted to be a painter. 

He'd also heard somewhere that painting is good for calming people down, that it can be quite therapeutic. He'd also heard the opposite of people wanting to rip their hair out from not being able to get the strokes just quite right.

Oikawa figured he'd take that chance.