Waves of Fate - iwaoi fluff + angst

Chapter 1: Waves of Fate

The sand was warm under Iwaizumi's feet, the golden hues of the setting sun painting the horizon in a beautiful array of colors. He was back in Miyagi for a short summer break, hoping to catch up on some much-needed rest after a rigorous season in Tokyo.

While most people had returned to their homes to avoid the evening chill, one person remained seated near the shoreline, his slender fingers playing with the sand. Oikawa Tooru.

"Didn't think I'd see you here," Iwaizumi remarked, his voice soft.

Oikawa looked up, his deep brown eyes filled with surprise and a touch of sadness. "Iwa-chan," he whispered.

The two had grown distant since high school, each pursuing their passion for volleyball in different cities. Their competitive nature had driven a wedge between them, turning their once profound friendship into a mere memory.

"I thought you were in Argentina," Iwaizumi said, settling down next to Oikawa.

Oikawa sighed. "I was. But I needed a break. Needed to come back to where it all started."

The waves crashed gently against the shore, the rhythmic sound bringing back memories of their youth - of days spent training, laughing, and dreaming together.

Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa, his stern face softening. "Do you ever regret it? Choosing a different path?"

Oikawa hesitated for a moment before answering, "Sometimes. But it was the right decision for me. And you?"

"I don't know," Iwaizumi admitted. "Tokyo's great, but I miss... I miss us."

The weight of their unspoken feelings hung in the air. Both had been too stubborn to admit it, but they had missed each other deeply.

Oikawa smiled sadly. "We were a great team, weren't we?"

"We still are," Iwaizumi said firmly. "We might play for different teams, live in different cities, but our bond... it's unbreakable."

Oikawa chuckled. "Always the sentimental one, aren't you, Iwa-chan?"

Iwaizumi grinned. "Only for you, Shittykawa."

The two sat in comfortable silence, the past and the present merging seamlessly. After a while, Oikawa spoke up.

"I'm thinking of coming back to Japan," he confessed.

Iwaizumi turned to him in surprise. "Really?"

Oikawa nodded. "Argentina's been a great experience, but I feel like I've learned what I had to. It's time to come home."

Home. The word held so much meaning for both of them. It wasn't just a place. It was where their hearts belonged.

Iwaizumi extended his hand. "If you're coming back, promise me we'll make the most of it. No more regrets."

Oikawa clasped his hand, sealing their pact. "Promise."

The night deepened, and the two friends continued to talk, reminiscing about their shared memories and planning their future. The waves, eternal and unwavering, stood witness to the rekindling of a bond that had never truly broken.

As dawn approached, Iwaizumi stood up, stretching his limbs. "We should head back."

Oikawa nodded in agreement. As they walked back to the town, their steps synchronized, Iwaizumi mused, "You know, the ocean's like our relationship. Constant, sometimes turbulent, but always there."

Oikawa laughed, "Leave it to you to get philosophical about the sea."

Iwaizumi smirked, "Just stating the facts."

The two friends continued their journey, the promise of a brighter future guiding their steps. They knew that no matter where life took them, their paths would always intersect, drawn together by the magnetic pull of their shared destiny.