fall for me | iwaoi (angel! au) ; part 1

three.

a/n: speech in italics represent an angel’s inner voice, which humans cannot hear unless certain circumstances are put into place. additionally, angels remain completely invisible to humans unless they take on temporary human form or choose to reveal themselves as they are. (so their regular voices aren’t heard either, hope this makes sense haha)

a/n 2: if an angel makes physical contact with a human when their wings are out, the human will be able to see them.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND MENTAL ILLNESS 

A man with a relatively broad build dipped a tea bag into his cup of hot water, his gaze unfocused and his mouth set in a frown. 

Iwaizumi Hajime was not pleased at all. 

“This is fucked. Everything is fucked.” He said monotonously with a crumpled expression on his face. 

Sitting on a kitchen counter nearby was a familiar brown-haired angel, swinging his legs as he glanced curiously at Iwaizumi.

“What a dreary human,” Oikawa observed, watching Iwaizumi walk out of the kitchen. “I wonder what his life is like?” 

Watching the man pad slowly out of the room, Oikawa felt a twinge in his heart, a spark of feeling that seemed foreign but oh-so familiar. 

“Ew. What is this?” Oikawa murmured, coughing uncomfortably. “Ah shoot! I need to follow him before he gets out of my reach.” 

The brown-haired angel padded quickly out of the kitchen and through a door into a room.

“Jeez. Talk about rich.” Oikawa said, looking around the spacious room. Iwaizumi was nowhere to be found.

Looking around, Oikawa noticed a black shelf full of binders and folders, and he cocked an eyebrow.

“I guess I should read through these loose-leaf binders for information on him since he’s not around,” Oikawa muttered. “Seems like there’s a lot of valuable information that could come of use to me.” 

Oikawa picked up the first one on the shelf, a red one labelled ‘Hospital Files’, and flipped it open with an air of uninterest. 

“June 16th, 2017? That was two years ago…so Iwaizumi-san must’ve been 19?” 

The brown-haired angel’s eyes skim quickly past the age, date of birth, gender etc., to a particularly compelling large column named ‘diagnosis’.

“A medical condition?” Oikawa murmured, skimming through the words on the page. 

‘The patient has been diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and has suffered from various suicidal tendencies. Due to the neglect of care in terms of these circumstances, it would be appropriate for the patient to receive clinical therapy as to avoid further damage.’

Oikawa frowned, feeling pity stab at his heart, an emotion he was not used to. Wordlessly, he skipped to the bottom of the page, where an even more interesting column was.

‘Guardian: None registered.’

Oikawa watched Iwaizumi with a somewhat sorrowful feeling as the man sat down on a bench in his garden, watching the full moon and the glistening stars above with a sense of serenity.

Oikawa sat down next to Iwaizumi and glanced at him to observe his expression, though all traces of hurt and anger that Iwaizumi had shown at first were nowhere to be seen. If anything, he looked calm, with an edge of loneliness, and Oikawa sighed.

“Are you out there?” Iwaizumi said suddenly, looking at the moon with a wistful gaze. “I miss you deeply.”

“A former friend?” Oikawa asked to no one in particular, following Iwaizumi’s gaze.