Iwaizumi sat at the park with Oikawa, both watching the cars go by on the street. The bench they were seated on was almost as old as the park itself, which they both cherished. This was the park they had visited often when they were little. The same park they would practice volleyball at often.
"Iwa-chan, I need you to be real with me, do you like (f/n)?" He asked, his hands tucked in his pockets as he solemnly stared at the sky. Iwaizumi stared at Oikawa, before letting out a deep breath. He was quiet, eyes focused on the passing cars. He let a few moments pass, not responding. He didn't know what to tell his best friend.
"Honestly, she's the most amazing person I've met. I don't think there will ever be a girl like her again. She's perfect, and I say that because she's perfect for anyone, anyone can fall in love with her." He said, gaze shifting to his untied laces. Iwaizumi was careful with his wording, planning out the best way to phrase things. He ran his fingers through his hair, never in his life had him and Oikawa ever fought over a girl, let alone liked the same one.
"I know she's perfect, but of course my shitty self treated her like shit."
"You're right about that. I don't know why she had stayed with you for so long. " Iwa replied bluntly, shaking his head. " You're a shitty person for not treating her like the greatest human being in the world. So many guys would love to be in the position you're in. And it pisses me off that you don't realize that. I want to say wait until the day that she's laying in someone else's arms. She's worth the world, and you should never stop trying to become better for her." He continued, he could feel anger bubbling inside of him.
"I can't even imagine her with someone else. I get so incredibly jealous with her just being around other guys, let alone her being in another person's arms. I frustrate myself because I can't even keep the things I love most. I'm afraid of not being good enough for her. She's seen every side of me and what if one day she wakes up and realizes I'm not worth it at all?" Oikawa asked, leaning forward to place his his elbows on his knees. Iwaizumi looked at his best friend, before shaking his head. "She's afraid of not being good enough and the way you treat her makes her feel like that. That's why you have trouble keeping the things you love." He replied.
"To be completely honest with you, I started falling in love with her. Until the day I realized you would always have a place in her heart. It was like two months ago, and she was sitting on her bed going through a shoe box. I didn't question it when I walked into the room, I just asked if she wanted some of the smoothie I had made. She nodded me off politely, but she never turned her face towards me. It was so quiet you could hear her tear drop onto a piece of paper. She had a box full of things you had given her. That girl loves you so incredibly much. I knew I could never do that to her, fall in love with her while I'm your best friend. But god damn Oikawa you have to take care of her. You need her, she's one of the sparse people you open up to. She's practically your best friend. She loves you and you love her. You need to get your act together. I'm missing out on the perfect girl because I know she loves you so now you have to live up to that. " Iwaizumi snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
Oikawa stared at the floor, he knew it in his heart. He knew he had fallen in love with her. "I need to start putting her before me. She needs to be the focal point of my life. And Iwa, I'm so sorry this had to happen." He said quietly, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. "You're the greatest friend any one could ever have. Anyone else I know would have taken advantage over the situation and snatched her up. " He said. " I need you to be brutally honest with me and everything I do. I need to know how to become the better person she wants me to be. "
Iwaizumi looked at him, making eye contact for the first time within the conversation. "You need to become as vulnerable as possible with her to establish the fact that you still trust her."
"How do I do that?" He asked.
"Tell her the one story, with your uncle."
"I've never told anyone but you that story."
"That's where you start Oikawa, tell her about the person you hide from everyone."
Oikawa ended up knocking on your door later that night, asking if you would join him on the roof. You didn't know what was going to happen or what the point of going up there was, but you did so willingly, bringing a blanket and glass of milk with you. He was surprisingly solemn the entire way up the staircase, to even when you sat down on the stairwell. You both gazed out at the city, eyes studying the lights as they made the town glow.
"I wanted to tell you a story. A story no one has ever heard but Iwa before, and that's because he went through it with me." Oikawa said quietly.
You looked at him, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm more than happy to listen." You said softly.
"Remember when I told you why I kept a perfect face, well there's more to the story than that." He began, staring out into the night sky. " So when I was really young, I grew up with a lot of family around . My uncle was over the most, he loved playing with me all the time, he played with me more than my dad did. My mom and him were extremely close. My dad loved my mom with his entire heart, every single thing he did was to make sure she was always okay. Growing up, my uncle would always take me to the store and around town, where everyone would ask if I was his son or not. I never thought much of it until I turned 10. The older I became, the more I looked like my uncle, not my dad. Whenever someone would make a joke about it, my dad would brush it off, just saying genetics. One day, I wasn't supposed to be home from school yet, and my dad was at work, and I walked through the house to get to my bedroom when I passed my mom's room." He sucked in a breath before he continued.
"Both my uncle and mom we're standing in the room, and she had her arms around his waist, like they way my dad would hold her. They were talking quietly before he kissed her on the lips. I went to hide but I hit the side of the doorway when I tried escaping. Both of them were really startled to see me laying on the floor, before they asked how much I had seen. I asked her why she was kissing my uncle, not my dad. And my mom urged me to be quiet, and said to never mention this to my dad or anyone else. She had me swear by it, she said if I didn't it would hurt my dad very much and I didn't want to do that. So as weeks carried on, my heart grew heavier, to where my dad would ask me day after day why I had such a sad face. He did so for a few weeks, and whenever we would go practice volleyball in the yard he would ask me then too. One day I was sitting on the swing sets with Hajime-" he had momentarily broken his routine of calling his best friend by his nickname, which added to the severity of his tone.
" When I talked to him about it, we started sorting things out, until we came to the conclusion that my dad was really my uncle, not my actual dad. He had always been in the picture, which is why he spent so much time and money on me. I was devastated, I couldn't look at my dad the same. I stopped calling him dad because it wasn't right in my heart for him to think that. A while later, my dad confronted me, asking why I had stopped calling him dad, and I told him everything, right there and then. I was crying for hours, and he started crying too. My dad was a good man, but upon discovering the fact that my mom had cheated on him with his brother, he became a monster. He threw all the plates, knocked over lamps and tore apart the room. He couldn't even look at me without disgust. He was so incredibly hurt that the person who he loved would do such a thing to him. And I was so heartbroken that the man whom I looked up to was hurting so terribly bad and it was all because I couldn't fake a happy face. The damaged relationship I have with my dad is my fault. The reason why I wear the mask now is because it's better for everyone, the people I love get hurt less often if I do it. You took off the mask and you can see what happened with that." He finished, his eyes were beginning to sting as he shifted his gaze back down to his shoes.
You moved up to the stair he was on, before wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you for telling me this," you whispered quietly. You held him in your arms as he buried his face into the side of your arm. "And it's not your fault, it's your mom's, it would have come out eventually." You quietly whispered into his ear as sniffled.
"I love you (f/n), I'm so sorry for treating you the way I have."With that, he broke down crying, simply because his heart was filled with pain and hurt he had hidden deep inside his chest.
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The Perfect Face ||Oikawa Tooru x Reader||
Fanfiction(Oikawa Tooru x reader) Never once in his life has he met someone who was as talented, as intelligent, and as attractive as himself. Nor had he met someone who could easily see through the perfect mask he wore, but you did. The girl with the 'flawle...
