Chapter Three

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The obnoxiously loud voices reached him long before he could stand at the front door of his house and he abandoned the idea of entering. He didn't want to think about who he'd end up with.

Oikawa slipped around the side of the trailer to the boarded window of the cluttered room. Lifting the edge, he hefted himself over the sill and onto the pile where he climbed over a tipped over bookshelf and countless other things until he reached the closet.

Texting Iwaizumi a simple "I'm home" before turning off his phone to save the battery, he climbed into the closet. He pulled the door as far shut as it would go to try to shut out the disturbing sounds from the living room and grabbed the lantern sitting in the corner, switching it to the nightlight function. He'd always hated the dark.

Toeing off his shoes and using his volleyball bag as a pillow, he drifted off to sleep.

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