Haikyuu Oneshots

Heartbeat (Iwaoi)

He's crying. He never... never cries. And he's crying he's crying he's crying he's crying...

I lean against the door, with my ear pressed against the wood. The sound shatters me. He's crying. It's soft, the kind of crying that is insanely real, out of emotion mixed with pain. "Iwa..." I whisper against the door. Silence. Silence. He heard me. "Ha...haji...hajime... let me in..." I say, and pray that he opens the door. Nothing. Not a sound. Is he gone? Where could he have gone? He's in his room... fuck. Fuck. "Hajime?" I say a bit louder, and push on the door a bit. "Please, Hajime..." I knock once, still nothing. Not a sound, except for something hitting the floor that shakes the house. And then heavy breathing. "Hajime! Please open up..." I can't bring myself to speak much louder, and I bang on the door. He's not opening up. "HAJIME!!! hajime! Open up please... please iwa-chan..." I'm screaming now, the tears pooling on the floor. Banging, I'm banging and banging on the door. "Hajime..." it comes out as a hoarse whisper, and I rush into the kitchen, grabbing a credit card. I run it in the door crack, forcing it open.
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I enter the room, my face stained with tears because I already know. I already know what happened. "Hajime..."
"Tooru?" He croaks, his lungs much be left with so little air.
"I love you, to...tooru..." he says, and his eyes fall shut.
"Hajime..." it comes out too soft for even him to hear. He can't breathe, his lungs are gasping for air and he doesn't feel himself fall to the floor, leaning over Iwaizumi's body and letting his quiet tears coat his lover's body. "Hajime...hajime...hajime..." he repeats the name over and over and over again until it's no longer filled with anything. He cannot feel himself pick up his phone and call an ambulance because he doesn't know what else to do.
When the EMTs arrive, Oikawa's knees are pulled up to his chest, his eyes fixed on his dead lover's body and his heartbeat is gone.
"Sir... please come with us..." their voices fade out to him and he can't breathe, he can't speak, he can't think except for a single name, a single word, Hajime. Hajime. Hajime.

And then, with one last look at the body, an "I love you too" escapes his lips and his eyes are too dry.