Till Death Do Us Part

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11 years later

It's been a year since Oikawa moved back to Japan. He's grown much indeed. Why he's a healthy 17 year old with a strong boner! Nothing wrong here.

His family practically moved a few blocks away from their old home so the area is still kind of familiar with some new vending machines here and there and buildings. He didn't feel like a complete stranger. Still a bit of a stranger nonetheless.

Now at the moment the sun was beginning to tuck it's rays away under the folds of the homes and a meaty smell was wafting through the kitchen.

"Tooru! Come set the table!", His mother called.

Oikawa sighed and got up from his bed, ruffling up his alien bedsheets.
"IM COMING!", He yelled.

He slid through the hardwood floor and stumbled down the stairs.
"What are we doing tonight?", Oikawa said casually slipping his arm past his mother's shoulders to reach the silverware cabinets. Her eyes never left the pan of sizzling meat strips and pepper. Lowering the heat of the fire, she glanced at her taller son.

"I'm not sure myself- I just sort of threw everything together!", She laughed nervously. Oikawa smiled to himself, expecting that sort of answer.

"Yeah, well whatever I'll appreciate it since this is my last month living in this house.", His mother dropped her wooden spoon with a clatter and shot him a look. The Chestnut haired man flinched and turned his head shuffling toward the dining room.

"I mean, I always appreciate your food! Of course...", He trailed off, interrupted by the loud clang of the plate full of food set in the center.

"Then why don't you try cooking around here since all you can do is just appreciate my food instead of actually eating it!", She said, untying her lighter brown hair till it reached her shoulders. Oikawa just frowned and huffed.

"I do eat it! You just always seem to note it when the dinner isn't very good!", And that earned him a wack on the head.

"Who taught you to be such a blunt and rude boy!?"

"Nobody! I am who I am!", He said in a fake dramatic voice, serving rice in a bowl and reaching for the main dish. Before he could even realize the spoon, his mother slapped his hand away.

"No meat for you, eat your rice and go to your room for such comments!"

"Mom, I love you and all, but I'm 17! I think I'm past the age of learning my lesson by going to my room.", He said reaching for the bowl again but his effort in vain when his mother struck his hand again. He flinched and retracted his arm much faster this time.

"Ok, that actually hurt.", He grimaced, rubbing his hand.

"I think I'm past the age of dealing with a teenager's retorts!"
"Did you just call yourself old?", Oikawa said with a cheeky smile.
"FINISH YOUR RICE! There is a wooden spoon dangerously close to my hand, don't test me!"

That silenced him. He picked up his spoon, his hands feeling worn from playing volleyball and scooped the steamed rice into his mouth. There was a quick silence before him mom spoke up once more.

"And here I was thinking of taking you to a party."
"Is that so~"
His mother furrowed her eyebrows, already feeling exhausted.

"Well, Do you remember Iwaizumi-kun from your academy way back when? We were invited to his 18th birthday!"
"Um, who?"

His mother now wore a surprised expression.
"You don't remember him? You two used to be inseparable!"

Bug nets and spiky hair faintly danced through his mind. He blinked. Used to be...
"It's been awhile... I don't really remember.", He said scratching his neck. Momma Oikawa sighed and continued.