Anime AU's

piece # 7

title: "Pagsamo."
penned by: s.rkive
piece #: 07
ship name: iwaoi
anime: haikyuu!
date: March 10, 2022
time: 02:24 a.m
note: another angst and another lame story written. italized part means flashback, enjoy!

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Dasal ko'y ika'y maging akin, hiling ko sana'y iyong dinggin......

As a child, I promised myself not to fall inlove with anyone. Love became a scary thing for me to experience after witnessing what happened to my parents relationship. There are times I don't understand why people get into relationships especially if they don't know whether they'll last long or not.

The idea of me falling inlove to someone always grossed me out.

When I was 10, still new to the neighborhood me and my mom went to, I met someone. A boy same age as me. From afar, I could see how cheerful he might be.

I was always envious of him because his parents relationship were good. It shows how much he is loved and how he grew up on a lovely environment; so unlike me. Because of jealousy, the urge to talk to him and being friendly didn't occured to my being.

In short, I was really eager to not go near him or not to encounter him in any way.

A few months have passed since my mom and I began a new life on this neighborhood. I am at the park near our place, sitting on a seesaw. I don't have anyone to play with so I was all alone. I wasn't when a boy I'm familiar with occupied the other side.

It was him. The boy I never want to talk to.

"Hey!....Can I?" he spoke.

I ignored what he said and withdraw myself from the seat. As I was about to walk away, a hand stopped me. "It's rude to walk away after someone approach you."

"Well, I don't want to talk to you nor play with you."

"That's mean. Out of all the kids here it's only you who don't want to play with me." He pouts. "You're Iwaizumi, right?"

"And? What's it to you?"

"Nothing, just asking. You don't seem to have any friends. Want me to be one?"

I harshly remove his grip on me. "I don't want anyone." I left the park and went home.

The next afternoon, he approach me again. This time, he's on my house acting as if he's an invited guest when he isn't. "What the f— what are you doing here?"

"Visiting you, of course. Im here to invite you play with me at the park as well." He said; sipping milk at the couch.

"Go out! I never agreed to be your playmate or what and I didn't invite you here either. Leave this instance!"

I saw how his expression change until he cries, which I knew he did it intentionally. I know I didn't sound so harsh. Or maybe I was.  "STOP CRYING, SERIOUSLY!"

"IWAIZUMI HAJIME! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!" My mom screamed. "Is this how I taught you to treat a friend?"

"Mama.." I whispered, trying to explained what really happened.

"Oh boy, why did you make young Oikawa cry?"

So his name is Oikawa. Lame.

My mom was trying to coax the boy from crying. Damn, best actor. He deserves an Oscar. "I didn't do anything. He cried after I told him I don't want to be his playmate, is all. Is it something to cry over? Crybaby." I blurted and went back upstairs.

The following days were the same. Even at school, he keeps following me around. I got no other choice but to let him be or else mom will scold me again. It was all out of sympathy and to ensure my ears' safety. It didn't took long until it became normal to have him around.

I admit I was happy he approached me. He made me feel things I have no words of to express. I always found myself completely engrossed by his presence.

When I was 15, I realized what my feelings for him was. I don't really want to accept the facticity but I just couldn't told myself to stop. At times when I want to tell him, my confidence are all over the place. My hopes are always nowhere and I couldn't even muster up my courage.

I took a glance at the sleeping Oikawa. "You damn idiot. There's a pillow over you, why choose my lap?"

All my reasons are scattered when I'm with him. I want to have him. I want him to be mine. I want him, only him. And as much as I hate it, I love him.

He's the reason all my beliefs changed. But no matter how we're always together, to have him all to myself is impossible. "All that is left I can do, is to pray that I can have you."

Tadhana'y pilit baguhin,
Ika'y pilit angkinin.
Gusto kitang maging akin,
Ngunit lahat ay hanggang panalangin.

-end.