Oikawa was happy that he didn't have to toss to Iwaizumi anymore.
He was happy even though there was no better match for him on the court.
He was happy even though it still hurt like hell.
Oikawa decided to go to Aoba Johsai, and he heard that Iwaizumi had applied to Shiratorizawa.
Oikawa got invited as well, but he refused.
He couldn't handle spending three more years with him.
He walked into his class, with Mattsun and Makki keeping him company.
But fate just had a strange personality.
He sat there, his raven head hung low while he scribbled something on the paper. Afternoon sun threw lumiscent glow across his tanned skin and defined arm muscles that moved while he drew.
Oikawa inhaled a sharp breath, receiving thousands of little arrows that stabbed through his heart.
Iwaizumi.
