colours

nine

"oikawa."

the said brunette glanced up from where he was standing, hand slinging his bag over his shoulder. iwaizumi was next to him, glance directed at the ground instead of at the person he was speaking to.

"yeah?"

"can... can you see the colours?" he asked slowly, as if saying those words for the first time and testing them out on his lips.

"yes, i can," was oikawa's response as he closed the door of the gym locker.

should i ask him if he can see colours too? oikawa thought to himself.

before he could even come to a decision, iwaizumi turned and muttered something. but for oikawa, what he said was loud and clear.

"so you can."