-not anymore- ( Oikawa & Iwaizumi )

~6~

Iwaizumi POV:

Just in time, I grabbed Oikawa's arm so he wouldn't fall.

I stared directly into his reddened eyes, which didn't shine with arrogance or pride, they looked exhausted and sad, and that somehow unsettled me a lot; I didn't know Oikawa like this at all.

Oikawa himself noticed my puzzled look because he raised his eyebrows questioningly and tried to regain his composure.

"Let it go, you idiot. I'll help you," I said without breaking eye contact and pulled a chair closer to Oikawa with my other hand.

"Just sit down now, please," I urged him, and exhaustedly, he sank onto the chair.

"What do we learn from this, Oikawa?" I asked him with a lecturing tone.

"That chairs are really handy?" he grinned at me crookedly.

"You have no idea how much I'd like to smack you right now, DAMN IT, OIKAWA," I grew angrier.

Oikawa POV:

"Don't get so mad right away, I probably just didn't sleep enough, Iwa, sometimes you're a bit tired and-"

"Don't lie to me, you asshole."

"Why do you always insult me? Imagine if I said that to you and I am really okay..." This time, I didn't even pout, but genuinely sounded a bit sad. In Iwa's gaze, I could now see that he also noticed how genuinely sad I was.

"Well, whatever, do what you want, but don't annoy me in the end," he only replied, turning away.

In some way, that sentence really hurt me.

As the school bell rang, everyone took their seats and tried to follow the lesson. It felt like Iwa didn't even see me because when we were supposed to work together, he chose someone else. We used to enjoy partnering up before...

After feeling like an invisible ghost all day at school, it was time for practice. Despite having no energy, I arrived last, and everyone stared at me.

"Oikawa, where were you? This isn't like you!" Mizoguchi yelled, but Irihata tried to calm him down.

"Please warm up, Oikawa," he said calmly.

The others somehow ignored me, only giving me strange looks if they looked at me at all. I tried to ignore it, grabbing a ball and repeatedly playing it against a wall.

"Hey, Oikawa, what happened at the last practice?" Irihata finally asked.

"Just a bad day, nothing more," I replied curtly. Irihata nodded, clearly not wanting to disturb me.

When we all played together, I was on a team with Kyoutani, while Iwaizumi was on the other. I thought it would be fine until I remembered how aggressive Kyoutani could be... Just as I was about to pass the ball, before it even reached my hands, that crazy guy jumped in. Of course, my ball was too late, and to make matters worse, he didn't care about landing properly and used me as a soft mat, throwing himself on top of me. Why not, right? I guess you can do that to me.

This is so humiliating...

He stood up without apologizing to me. Instead, I got a glare from him. "No wonder you stand no chance against Karasuno if you can't even keep up with Kageyama's setting tempo," he said. I had no words for that, but someone else did.

"HEY, YOU JERK!" With those words, Iwaizumi kicked him square in the back and grabbed him by the collar. "Another word from you, and you can find something else other than volleyball, got it?!"

Kyoutani reluctantly nodded, but he listened to Iwa and only to Iwa. I was still slightly shocked, sitting on the ground, but quickly got up to symbolize that everything was okay. Kyoutani swapped with Kunimi, so now he was playing with Iwa, presumably to keep him in check, but it wasn't much better.

Slowly but surely, my strength just drained away, and I squatted down on the court. Everyone called for a break, but Kyoutani didn't listen and smacked the ball from the set straight at me. I saw the ball coming and just thought, "Not again..."

Thud.

I quickly came to myself again startled, with everyone gathered around me, looking concerned, and Iwaizumi looking like he was about to explode. After scolding Kyoutani again, he actually apologized.

I touched my nose and had to smile slightly. Again, this can't be real.

"Oikawa."

"Hey, Oikawa."

It was only then that I realized Iwa was calling my name. "Yeah?"

"How many fingers do you see?"

"3."

"No, it's 4."

"How many now?"

"4."

"No, it's 5. Well, that doesn't look good, but I didn't expect anything else," Iwa said, now sighing.

He helped me up, but I gently pushed him away.

"He just looked at me with irritation, then his expression turned slightly angry,"What exactly do you think you're trying to do, you idiot?" he asked me now.

"Well, you yourself said I should do whatever I want and that you don't care, you always treat me like a little child, but you ignore me yourself like a sulky child, that's not much more mature either-"

"And why? Because you always can't take care of yourself and someone else always has to take over, and that someone is always me, eventually it gets tiring, don't you understand that? You also don't seem to understand that in this state of health, you should NOT come to training, you look like a dead skeleton...I hate you so much!

"Ah, well then, that's fine, let's just not be friends anymore, you should not be friends with someone you hate... oh wait, you always say anyway that someone like me can't be friends with you, and how I come to training is my business, Iwaizumi, I still bring performance..." and with that, I wanted to leave but my legs gave way again and I fell. Iwa came over to me, pulled me up by my t-shirt, and looked at me even angrier than before.

"You don't get anything, Oikawa, I'm sick of you and your shit, because you never appreciate what someone does for you! You walk through the world like a shitty dreamer and only care about yourself! You're right, nobody wants to call someone like you a friend, everything about you annoys me!" he yelled, punching me square in the face and kicking me in my stomach.

I could only let out a pain-filled groan, unable to prevent the tears.

"Iwaizumi, thank you for being so honest...I know, that everyone hates me....I'm sorry for being so annoying and useless...I won't bother you ever again...." I smiled at him through tears, no one in the hall dared to say a word, and somehow, with great effort, I managed to limp out of the hall and back home.