-not anymore- ( Oikawa & Iwaizumi )

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Arriving at school, I didn't dare to look at Iwaizumi and also didn't notice when the bell rang and someone tapped on my shoulders.

"Oi, Oikawa, what's up with you? Didn't you hear that it's been ringing for a while? Hahaha," Makki laughed.

"Come on, don't overwhelm him, you idiot," Matsukawa laughed.

"Sorry, guys, I was just a bit lost in thought," I smiled at them and finally got up to head towards the gym.

Iwaizumi's POV:

"Dude, what's up with him?" Makki said, looking puzzled.

"That's just Oikawa, moody and unpredictable like the weather, so don't question his behavior too much," I said, even though I found his behavior increasingly strange.

At practice:

Oikawa's sets were solid, and he behaved normally as always, so I interpreted everything from earlier as "Standard Drama Princess Oikawa behavior."

When I played against Oikawa on the opposing team, my spike hit him square in the face, specifically on his nose.
And being the ace, my spike was, of course, one of the hardest.
Oikawa went down like a shot deer, staring blankly at the ground where more and more red, thick drops were collecting.
To my surprise, he smiled.

-Creepy.

"WHAT THE HELL, are you okay, Oikawa?" I yelled, kneeling down to him and lifting his chin.

"Man, that looks really bad, a direct headshot, nice kill Iwaizumi!" Yahaba exclaimed.

"Shut up back there! What if he has a concussion?" I shouted back.

"Oh, it's not that bad, Iwa-chan. Don't get so worked up," Oikawa said calmly.

"Can you stand?" I asked, but I didn't wait for his answer and supported him to the bench.
Unfortunately, both coaches weren't there today, and his nose wouldn't stop bleeding. Good for Oikawa, though; he'd probably hate it if the coaches saw him like this.

So, I instructed others to get an ice pack and tissues.
Kindaichi was the first to run to us with tissues and a fast breath.

"O-Oikawa-san, are you okay?"

"Kindaichi, take a deep breath; he's not going to die."

While the others continued playing, I stayed with Oikawa, holding the ice pack to the back of his neck.

"Does it still hurt? Im so so sorry" I started.

"No, no, Iwa-chan, everything's great, its okay don't apologize. You really have a hard spike; I'm proud to call you my ace," he smiled at me.

"Can't you admit when something hurts, Idiotkawa?"

After everyone changed, Oikawa stood up from the bench and started practicing serves.

"HEY, YOU IDIOT, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I shouted, utterly bewildering the entire gym.

Narrator POV:

"That's it; we're out of here. You've got this, Iwaizumi. Byeeee!" Makki said, and with that, everyone else fled the gym, or rather, hell, when Iwaizumi gets going.

There were only two options: either Iwaizumi was angry, and it was amusing, so they enjoyed watching the spectacle with Popcorn, or Iwaizumi was REALLY angry, and it was better to run.

Oikawa's POV:

Instead of shouting back at Iwa, I looked at him coldly and simply said, "Training, what else." The person in front of me was visibly shocked by this response; he probably expected something else.

After he composed himself, he ran towards me and gave me the hardest slap I've ever felt.

I stared at him in shock and tried to run away, but he held onto my arm.
"Oikawa, you jerk, can't you stop being so damn stubborn? You said yourself you have a headache, and with your nose like this, resting would be the smart thing to do!"

Iwaizumi's POV:

I didn't intend to hit him that hard, but it seemed necessary to bring him back to reality.
He looked at me again with that cold gaze, chuckled softly, broke free from my grip, and dragged himself out of the gym.
It felt odd to follow him now, so I let him go home alone – probably a mistake.
Sighing, I locked up the gym and made my way home too.

Oikawa's POV:

"Oh man, what a crappy day. Too bad the ball didn't just killed me directly; how awkward was all of that..." When I got home, I realized that Iwaizumi had already washed all the dishes, and I just needed to put them back in the cabinets.
As I was about to place the two glasses in the cupboard across from me, I tripped over my slipper, and of course, the glasses fell with a crash to the floor.
I didn't have the energy to get angry about it, so I just sighed and picked up the glass with my bare hands.
I pressed it tightly, and the stinging somehow comforted me.
When I opened my hands over the trash can, I saw the red shards and the numerous cuts on my palm and fingers.
I threw the shards into the bin and smiled. "You're lucky; you can just go into the trash and disappear forever,Im so fucking

jealous"