It was one of those sleepless nights when he just couldn't stop thinking.
Their match with Karasuno was two days ahead, and his serve still wasn't on that point of perfect he wanted it to be. Karasuno's pesky captain could still pick it up, as well as their spiky haired libero.
So he did the only thing that felt right. He got dressed and headed to the gymnasium.
He found the lights of the gymnasium on and the door slightly opened. Sound of the ball being repeatedly spiked on the ground broke through the gap of opened door.
Iwaizumi leaned on his knees, panting for air. Oikawa took in a sharp breath on the sight of him standing there, just like he used to when they were middle schoolers. He forgot that he wasn't the only one who did night practices.
Even though he tried to be inaudiable, Oikawa's footsteps alerted Iwaizumi, who raised his head in Oikawa's direction.
He straightened up, turning fully towards a brunette boy.
He couldn't handle it.
Oikawa couldn't handle him.
Iwaizumi's eyes still looked the same. That mysterious spark in his eyes was still there, and they looked at Oikawa with an unspoken grief. With grief he hadn't seen in years, but he felt it.
His strenght all vanished in a moment and he made a spin on his heel and headed to the exit.
"Tooru."
Oikawa froze in place at the sound of his name fall of Iwaizumi's lips.
It tingled his ears like a bittersweet melody. It brought back the memories, every moment and laugh they had shared.
He turned around slowly just to see Iwaizumi's shattered expression. He breathlessly looked at him, whilst ravenette looked completely broken.
"I've never wanted to hate you." he whispered.
There was still fifteen feet distance between them. For Oikawa, it seemed like a deep, dark abbys.
In that moment he was like a fawn looking into a hunter. There was uncontrollable fear in his eyes. All the hate has vanished, and mere, childlike guilt was all there was left.
Iwaizumi must've felt it, because he slowly stepped towards Oikawa. Not as a hunter, but as a good doer.
"I'm sorry for leaving you."
Oikawa didn't even once remove his gaze off Iwaizumi, and he got lost in his dazzling eyes that reminded him of starry skies they used to watch together every night.
Soon Oikawa felt his cheeks getting wet, tears messing up his training shirt.
A drop of salty water fell from his cheek on Iwaizumi's hand, which was slowly getting closer to Oikawa's face. He gently wiped a tear off with his thumb, and Oikawa flinched on his touch, but didn't move away.
He let out a silent sob, and before he knew it, he fell in Iwaizumi's arms, making a wet stain on his shirt.
