Abroad || Iwaoi

Chapter 5 - Rebuild

- 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐏𝐎𝐕-

It's been a while since Tooru left. Iwaizumi moved into me and Kiyoomis apartment, of course not willingly. I pestered him on the fact that now he had to pay for an apartment he had been splitting rent up until now, that topic was as uncomfortable as you can imagine. 

"You need to give him space. He's doing okay, he's told you that." Omi's voice came from behind me, I was leaning on the kitchen wall observing Hajime work on his computer with his earbuds on. "I worry for him Omi, I really do."  I couldn't imagine what he's going through, but the least I can do is offer him a home and somewhere he can lean back on, so long as it isn't alcohol.

 I was the one who found him in his bed curled up, he had red eyes, they looked like they stung. There were bottles all around him and his bed. When I woke him up, I could see the corner of his mouth was very dry, he was dehydrated. I ran him a bath and directed him to sober up while I made a phone call, which was to Kiyoomi. 

"I know you worry for him Samu, I do too. But you can't hover over him, he's an adult, he wants to be treated like one." Omi looked at me with soft eyes, which always made me bubble up, but right now I was too worried for our friend. "I know... it's just, I'm hurting that Tooru didn't contact even me when he left, he just did. So, I can tell that Hajime is having a worse time than the both of us." I sighed and turned fully to Iwaizumi again, he was on his computer with his earbuds in, except he wasn't actually doing anything. He filtered through websites and aimlessly typed. Thats how it had been for the past few weeks. 

- 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐎𝐕-

I can feel their stares. I always can. Atsumu's worried looks, Sakusa's pitied eyes. I can't take it anymore.  They have me on some stupid suicide watch or something. They threw out every bottle they had in their apartment, as if they were scared id lose it one day and drink until my liver gave out. They suggested I go to therapy; I said I would look into it. And now I'm "working", which means sitting and staring at this stupid computer screen for at least six hours. I called Tooru again last night, still blocked. 

 I have no clue why I do this to myself, hoping I'm unblocked, and he'll answer and tell me everything will be okay and that he's coming home. But that's just a cruel imagination, which is the only thing my mind lingers to these days. I sigh and get up; I grab my jacket and walk out the front door not making eye contact with the startled blonde.

I decide right then and there that I'm over this. I'm over him. Sure, I'm not good at letting things go, but this I will. I'm doing this for my sake and theirs. I don't want pity. I don't want comfort. I want to move on. 

 From this moment forward, Tooru Oikawa has disappeared from my world.