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

eight.

a/n: a friend of mine said it was hard to tell between oikawa's inner thoughts and his 'snippets of memory', so i've decided to bold + italicize those memory flashes (in which oikawa has a flash of memory from his human life) to make things clearer haha.

"Good morning." Iwaizumi cracked as Oikawa slipped into his room for the fifth time that night.

"It's only six. Go back to sleep." Oikawa replied, leaning down to pick up the used-up washbasin.

"Very hypocritical, coming from someone who stayed up all night to take care of a complete stranger." Iwaizumi said, smiling a little.

"You're not a stranger." Oikawa murmured quietly under his breath, and Iwaizumi paused, having heard what Oikawa said.

Clearing his throat, Iwaizumi sat up a little in his bed, "Care to join me and talk for awhile?"

Oikawa felt his pulse speed up at the prospect and he paused in his footsteps.

"If you're worried about me passing the flu to you, I can wear a mask." Iwaizumi prompted.

Oikawa turned around and smiled politely, "I'm not worried at all. In fact, I don't get sick like humans."

The brown-haired angel coughed.

"Shoot!"

"Uh-I mean, I don't get sick very often. I have a very strong...internal battling system."

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Do you mean immune system?"

"Ah yes, that."

Oikawa set down the washbasin and sat back down on the stool next to Iwaizumi's side.

"Anything in particular you'd like to talk about?"

Iwaizumi frowned a bit,

"Well, I'd like for you to tell me everything if possible, of course."

Oikawa looked down at the floor, and Iwaizumi sighed.

"I suppose I'll have to wait a bit longer then."

"I'm sorry, Iwaizumi. But if I were to truly tell you everything, you wouldn't feel any better."

The spiky-haired man narrowed his eyes, before sighing.

"I can wait. Whatever you're hiding will never hurt me more than when my childhood friend left."

"Hajime...I can't leave Hajime..."

"Hajime? Who's that?" Oikawa thought incredulously as a voice flashed in his head. Shrugging off the thought, he looked back at Iwaizumi, who was staring at him with a peculiar expression.

"You don't have ill intentions," Iwaizumi said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your eyes are so pure."

Surprised, Oikawa stared at the latter in surprise, before murmuring,

"How do you know that I'm not going to hurt you?"

Iwaizumi leaned closer to Oikawa so that their faces were only centimetres apart.

"I've grown up in a world with a lot of fake people. I've learnt to read the eyes of those who approach me. I've seen eyes congested and clogged with sin, eyes overflowing with greed and pride. Your eyes however...are as clear as the sun's reflection on the ocean's surface."

Oikawa felt himself holding his breath as he gazed into the spiky-haired man's soft steel gaze that was formerly hard and smoldering.

"Your eyes are beautiful as well. They can be sharp and dull as flint...or glow like metal orbs. Although you have been hurt many times...there is a part of you that is more than capable of feeling." The brown-haired angel whispered in response, neither him nor Iwaizumi intending to break the gaze they held.