twenty eight

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his lips tasted faintly of mint. they were soft like pillows despite the cut that was caused by the hit, and iwaizumi's lips sunk into them. he closed his eyes and held oikawa's back to support him. oikawa wrapped his arms around him to steady himself.

they broke away, and iwaizumi opened his eyes again. oikawa was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes and a beautiful smile. it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"i love you, iwa-chan," he said, lifting the corners of his lips up some more with shut eyes.

before iwaizumi could react, oikawa's arms went limp, and his back arched. he leaned backwards, and thankfully iwaizumi's hands were still there to hold him. the beautiful shade of brown on oikawa's hair began to fade to light grey.

the colours from his world had disappeared and died out.

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