Till Death Do Us Part

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Heyo! My name is Oikawa Toru and I can't fucking think!

Is what I should put as my new Instagram bio...

He slumped in his chair as nameless people he didn't really knew that were drawn to him, surrounded.
The day's almost over... Iwaizumi isn't here...
Is it because of yesterday?

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"Could you kiss me?"

A shockwave took impact on the spiky haired boy's brain and heart.

"What?", Iwaizumi said, unexpectedly aggressive, or nervous? Maybe...aggressively nervous? Yeah, cause that made sense.

Oikawa wanted to run the other direction to the Lord knows where but he was too frightened of the prospect and kept his feet planted on the spot. He wanted to take his words back. Turn back time and rethink the weight of them.

Have I gone mad?

Probably.

Iwaizumi squinted at him then turned away.
"Alright, you're tired, I'd advise you to never say something like that again unless you meant it.", He said in a low voice, clenching his bike handles.

"I'm leaving, good night."

On that awkward note, and without any hesitation, he took a step the opposite way.

"Wait!", Oikawa reached out and grabbed his wrist. Iwaizumi's hand clenched and before Oikawa could comprehend, the other's lips pressed against his.

He seemed to be holding back since he kept the kiss slow and hesitatent, though the brunette could almost feel his yearning. He surprised himself since he willingly kissed back before Iwaizumi pulled away.

It was brief but it left Oikawa a little dizzy. His heart was racing as he scanned the spiky haired brunette's expression for something.

Was that enough?

An unreadable emotion boiled in the depths of his green eye's. Iwaizumi turned away, and took in a shaky breath.
"Have a nice night."

With that, he slowly made his way, leaving behind a flustered man with blooming feelings.

He didn't know how long he stood there but at one point he traced his lips unconsciously. After noticing his mindless gesture, heat rushed to his whole face, flushing till it resembled cotton candy. The brunette smiled to himself and whispered under his breath,
"Holy shit."

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"That's all for today, make sure you study for the test on Thursday!"

The day passed quickly since the memories of last night kept replaying in his head as did images of Iwaizumi. His steps led up the stairs, images of the spiky haired boy occupying his mind. Oikawa realized where he was and blinked out of his stupor.

Ah... Somebody wanted to meet me here...

The roof seemed like a pleasant spot this afternoon. The last Summer breezes intoxicating the air with mellow warmth, filling students with longing for more. He stared through the blue chain linked fence toward the straggling students, even catching Hanamaki's pink hair among the mass. Mattsun was running up behind him, yelling something.