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Oikawa was tired.

Tired of the pain.

Tired of the way he didn't feel like waking up in the morning; of wondering if he was better off not waking up at all.

He was angry with himself for letting this feeling take over, stripping his once perfect life from all color.

More than anything else though, Oikawa was sad.

Sad that things had failed downhill so rapidly. He couldn't seem to climb out of this black hole he had fallen into.

All he wanted was to go back to the way things were. To the time when he could have fun without knowing it wouldn't last, back to when he could enjoy a meal without thinking about how he didn't deserve the food on his plate.

Even whilst drowning in his emotions, Oikawa somehow managed to get up and drag himself through each day as if everything was just fine.

But, everyone has their limit, right?

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"Iwa-chan~" It was the beginning of yet another below average afternoon of another below average school day, where Oikawa had to pretend that everything was not below average. "ready for practice?" he asked.

"Don't call me that, shittykawa."

"You didn't answer my question, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa wined.

"Of course I'm ready, same as every other day."

And yet - for Oikawa - it wasn't going to be like any other day. He was sure that today was the day.

The day he finally freed himself from the pain he felt every day.

He was slowly falling apart and, although he wouldn't show that to anyone, he felt it was time.

"Actually..." Oikawa started, "would you mind coming up to the school roof for a minute?"

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Why not just do it h-"

"Iwaizumi-san!" Hajime was interrupted by one of the first years calling his name.

"Not now, Kindaichi." He yelled back. "What were you saying?"

"I- I wanted to tell you something.." Oikawa glanced back to the juniors, "...in private."

Iwaizumi caught the taller boy's gaze and saw an emotion in his eyes he didn't recognise.

"Okay."

The two wordlessly turned around and walked back into the school building until the steps to the roof came into sight. They climbed the small staircase up and out onto the roof, a soft breeze blowing through Oikawa's hair.

Iwaizumi turned to Oikawa expectantly. "So? What did you want to say?" His usual bluntness would have once made Oikawa laugh, but today it only served to make him more nervous.

He looked down at the ground and mumbled, "Uh.. so.."

"Hm?" Hajime crossed his arms, clearly growing impatient. "What is it Tohru?"

"I- I like you Iwa-chan." Oikawa said, whipping his head up to face Iwaizumi. "I always have, and I probably always will. I've hinted and hinted but you never seem to get it. Maybe you're obnoxious or maybe you just don't care."

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to speak but Oikawa pressed a finger to his lips. "I don't want to hear whatever it is that you have to say. I don't know whether you like me back or not.. I doubt it.. but it doesn't matter. Confessing to you was the only thing on my bucket list and now that the box is ticked I can go." Oikawa was smiling, yet tears streamed down his cheeks.

He couldn't look at Iwaizumi - he wouldn't.

And so he stepped back without the usual spring in his step, closer to the edge of the roof.

Closer.

Closer.

Iwaizumi was frozen in place, time slowing around him as Oikawa made his way to the edge, still smiling and crying but not wiping away tears or making any effort to hide his pain.

"Bye, Iwa-chan" he whispered, before stepping back too far.

Hajime sprang into action, running forward and reaching out in a desperate attempt to grab Oikawa's hand as he pulled it away and out of reach.

For an impossible moment, their fingertips grazed against each other.

And then Oikawa was falling.

Slipping past Iwaizumis fingertips.

Gone.

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