He somehow managed to go through two years of high school barely speaking to Hajime.
He wanted to make him suffer. He made him feel everything he felt because of him. Tooru dated girls and made out with them in front of Hajime.
He was rude and cheeky. He ignored him and did everything to get revenge.
But Iwaizumi didn't seem intimidated even the slightest. He even fought back at Oikawa's remarks.
In the full meaning of the word, they were enemies.
Oikawa became the captain in their third year, and Iwaizumi was vice captain and team's ace.
Oikawa never felt so frustrated about something before. He hated how all the first and second years absoultely adored Iwaizumi. He hated that he was still his setter, and Iwaizumi was still his ace.
He would sometimes find himself unconciously staring at Iwaizumi. Everything about him was still the same as when they were boys who caught bugs and practiced volleyball over homemade net.
The way he would stick his tongue out a bit while he drew, and how he nibbled his pencil while focusing on his drawing.
Since their friendship had fallen apart, Oikawa didnt even try to make that kind of bond with anyone.
Once you make the bond, it's unbreakable, even though people who share it try to break it by pulling it on different sides and creating a distance.
Neither of them wanted to admit it, but the bond between the two was still strong.
It was still there like an invisible force that made them suffer. Like a lack of oxygen.
They say that drowning is the worst kind of death. Water slowly filling your lungs feels like thousands of tiny bees stabbing you.
It's pure suffering.
And it's the closest thing Oikawa could compare his broken heart to.
