One Last Time // Iwaoi.

twenty seven

Iwaizumi's sobs echoed in the quiet restroom, the sound raw and broken, as if each tear was pulling apart the pieces of his already shattered heart. He didn't want to cry—he hated crying, hated feeling weak—but this was too much.

The betrayal he had sworn to leave behind had resurfaced, dragging him back into the pain he had once promised himself he'd never feel again. It was like drowning, every breath a struggle, every thought a stab in his chest.

How could Oikawa do this? After everything? Iwaizumi had been so sure. He had believed Oikawa when he said he'd changed, when he whispered those promises late at night that they were in this together, that he loved him, that things were different now.

But now, hearing him deny their relationship so easily, so casually, as if it was something to be ashamed of—it tore Iwaizumi apart.

His mind raced back to the laughter, Oikawa's nervous chuckle as he brushed off the question, avoiding the truth like it was something ugly. I'm not into guys.

That one sentence kept replaying in Iwaizumi's head, each time a fresh wound, each time deeper, crueler. It was the same lie, the same denial that had nearly destroyed them before.

Why? The question burned in Iwaizumi's chest. Why can't he just be honest? Is it really that embarrassing to be with me?

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the onslaught of emotions, but they kept crashing over him, relentless. Am I still not enough? Even now?

He had given Oikawa everything—his love, his trust, a second chance. He had been there, by his side, through every high and low, waiting, hoping that Oikawa would see that what they had was real, worth fighting for.

But here he was, once again reduced to a secret, something Oikawa hid behind his perfect smile and charming words.

Maybe he never really changed. That thought sent a fresh wave of anguish through Iwaizumi, and his hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms. Maybe I was a fool to believe him again.

It was the same story, the same heartbreak, just repeating itself in a different chapter of their lives.

Iwaizumi's breath came in ragged gasps as his tears soaked the sleeves of his shirt. Why does this keep happening?

He thought they had grown, that this second chance meant something, but now it felt like he was standing in the same place he had been years ago, his heart in ruins and his trust broken.

How many more times can I forgive him? How many more times can I pick up the pieces? Iwaizumi's thoughts spiraled, the weight of his emotions pulling him deeper into despair. He felt hollow, drained of the strength that had once kept him going.

Do I walk away? The question hung heavy in his mind, and for the first time, it didn't seem impossible.

The thought of letting Oikawa go, of giving up on the one person he had loved for so long, made his chest tighten in fear. But how much more could he take? How many more lies? How many more betrayals?

I love him, but I can't keep doing this. I can't keep breaking for him.

For the first time, the possibility of letting go felt like a path he might have to take. And the thought of it—of leaving Oikawa behind—was terrifying, but maybe it was the only way to stop the hurt.

The sobs subsided into quiet, but the pain remained, sharp and relentless, as Iwaizumi leaned his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling, lost in the storm of his thoughts.