we didn't stop this time.
the two of us stood there in the rain-
the cold droplets trickling down our flushed faces, leaving trails of cold.
that wouldn't stop us.
nothing could.
i wanted him.
i wanted iwaizumi.
sparks flew as we continued, and it wasn't like in the stories where they describe it as a moment frozen in time. the rain continued to pour, the noise didn't die down, the muffled music and laughter from the girls' dorm persisted.
all those things were still there.
the thing is,
none of it mattered.
and that meant everything to me.
it couldn't be represented with pretty words and precious metaphors, and maybe-
maybe that was okay.
never had i experienced such passion with elise. with her, our lips were always tinged with a hint of anguish- an almost inhumane sense of desperation- which was far too familiar to be a good thing. but iwaizumi-
he was different.
he filled me with what i craved almost everyday,
what i truly yearned for-
a place to feel the warmth of home.
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late night classes began, and we fled to the dorms so we wouldn't be seen.
i was numb,
my mind spun with thoughts of his eyes and all i felt were the ghosts of his lips on mine.
our hands found one another in the bullets of rain and we ran through the showers of cold. by the time we arrived, we were soaked.
both iwaizumi and i stripped once we got to our dorm room. he, being the emotionless wall he is, stared blankly at me, who in turn, blushed at the sight of his toned body.
"i-i'm going to go t-take a shower, okay?"
i barely managed my words, stuttering on every syllable.
i'm so fucking gay.
iwaizumi nodded, then suddenly held me, pulling my entire being into his arms.
"i love you."
he whispered into my shoulder.
"i love you."
he repeated,
"i love you."
"i love you."
"i love you, oikawa tooru."
iwaizumi stopped for a second, he breathed heavily, waiting for my reply. but my mind was engulfed in embarrassment, barely letting my lips mouth out the three words i've always wanted to say to him,
"i-i love-"
i paused, taking in a deep breath,
"i love you, iwa-chan."
tightening my grip on his shoulders, i choked up, unable to hold back the overwhelming feeling of wanting to cry.
"i love you, iwaizumi hajime, more than anything else in this world."
he laughed.
"i was so afraid of that girl taking you away from me. i... i hated her."
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