Haikyuu One Shots

IwaOi

separation feels bad ye
dont worry its ultimately happy end
also altho i read manga its not following manga so yes
Oikawa's POV
"Iwa-chan! Do you want to go get some cake after school? I heard there's a good dessert shop opening today, we should go check it out!" Iwaizumi turns his head and looks at me.

His eyes narrow and I'm sweating internally. Then he relaxes and nods. A wide smile is now on my face, and he opens his mouth.

"Invite Mattsun and Makki as well, yeah? I've been meaning to ask them about their progress on the manga that they asked me to introduce them to." I stiffen, but keep the smile on my face and agree.

-

"Iwa-chan, they both wanna go home because of the game we had yesterday. They're tired. Mattsun told me to tell you thanks for the invite, Makki said nexttime he'll come. But yeah, it's just the two of us again since a long time ago! I feel excited! Finally time for us two best friends!" I grin at Iwaizumi, and a small smile graces his features as well.

"Yeah. The two of us haven't really hung out in quite a while, huh?" Iwaizumi slaps me on the back lightly, a wider grin slipping onto his face, his eyes shining.

I can't help as a softer, smaller, appreciative grin slips onto my face.

We're third years now.

I'm going into League, and Iwaizumi's continuing with normal education. There's roughly a week of school left and it's mostly just hanging out and stuff for future post-high school paths for third years.

I can't help it, just like the smiles and tears I devoted for volleyball when I had to leave the club to study for finals as a third year, I really didn't want to leave this school which I invested three years in, my friends I invested most of my free time in, and especially Iwaizumi whose been my best friend, and recently, crush, as well.

It hurts to go separate ways.

I face away and try to wrestle for control over my emotions against my subconscious, and I'm pretty sure Iwaizumi notices, but he lets it slip, and I'm grateful.

"Oi, wanna follow me when I go visit the photo printer shop later?"

"Sure." Emotions under control, I turn back and face Iwaizumi, taking in all his features.

I don't say it, but there is a small fear growing within me, of stepping into a completely new environment where I don't know anyone. I do know Ushijima, and that one other spiker from another region, Bokuto I think, as well as a setter from the another region as well also going into professional volleyball, but it's not exactly as if I have friends.

I try not to show any of it, but deep down, there's this nagging feeling of loneliness, and I'm not quite sure how to make new friends. I always had Iwaizumi by my side before, but now it's different.

Change. A scary thing to behold.

-

"That cake was so good! Iwa-chan, we're going to the printer shop right?"

"Ah yeah. About that, I need you to stand outside while I collect the photos. It's something for the family so yeah."

"Ah, okay!"

Soon thereafter, we reach, and I stand otside whilst waiting for him. He doesn't take too long, and we start heading home. "Iwa-chan?" He's unusually quiet? We split ways after a while, but his silence lingers on my mind. It's usually me talking, sure, but he's not that quiet either.

-

The last day of school arrives quickly enough, and everyone's trying their best to smile. Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi and I all use the early time off that we get since we're officially out of school to visit practice after a long, long lunch.

"Hi guys! Missed me yet?"

I burst into the gym with smiles and a bright cheery expression, and the whole gym stops moving, the only sound is the bump of the volleyballs on the floor as they land. Everyone turns and sees us third years walking into the gym.

"Oikawa-san!"

"Iwaizumi-senpai!"

"Matsukawa-senpai!"

"Hanamaki-san!"

Everyone runs over, and the coach makes his way towards us as well, smiling, asking whether we're back to say our goodbyes for the final last time.

Everyone falls silent, and we nod as third years visiting the Aoba Johsai Volleyball Gym for the last time. This time, only the third year cry, because for the others, it's already hit them long ago that we as seniors have moved on, but as as third years haven't left the school and it therefore has only really hit us that we won't ever being seeing these people in this gym together as one team ever again.

We won't be playing with them, we won't see the other third years, not the school grounds as an official stident anymore. Tears uncontrollably slip out of the corners of my eyes, and all I can do is smile through the tears. "I believe in you guys! Make it to nationals one day! We may not have had made it before, but you guys are one of the strong!"

Iwaizumi starts passing around something. "Here. It's pictures of us playing. I asked a classmate of mine to do it. There are also memories of which I took photos for while we were hanging out. Everyone has an individual one." Stunned silence fills the gym as people start flipping through their books, and tears start falling again.

So that time he went to the printer shop... It was all for this. I flip through mine, and as I look around, I realise mine's much thicker than everyone else's, and it's filled with moments from when we were young, playing volleyball for the first time, biking for the first time, swimming toegther at the beach, and so much more.

Tears can't even fall, an intense pain the only thing I feel, hitting me deep within the core.

I don't want to leave this moment.

-

As we make our way home for the last time together, down the same road that we always used to walk, a habit of force now, that I'll have to break off since I'll be living in the dorms provided for professional players of the team I'm going into, Iwaizumi stops in his tracks.

"Here." He shuffles around for something in his bag, and retrieves a letter, along with my favourite sweets as well as an alien keychain. "It's a little something extra." I smile weakly, my eyes still swollen from crying. Taking off my glasses as I wipe away fresh tears, I try my best to hold my emotions in as I retrieve the godzilla keychain, vitamins that Iwaizumi likes, and a letter for him as well.

We hug each other, knowing very well it could just be about the last day we would be heading down this path together for the next few years to come.

And we leave each other when it comes to the fork point where I turn right and he goes in the left direction.

-

"I've always liked you, Oikawa. Thanks for the many years we've spent together. I'll miss you, and good luck for your professional playing."

This particular paragraph stuck out to me. He liked me? Why didn't he say anything? I stood up, and I ran to his house, ignoring my mother as she called that it was midnight and that he was probably sleeping.

He was not. On his porch, he sat, under the dim moonlight, as if he were waiting. In his hands, he held my letter. The sound of footsteps makes him look up.

"I like you."

"I like you too." It was so awkward, so very awkward for friends since young, to say this out loud, let alone two guys to say it to each other, cliche as it is, under the midnight moon glittering above us, but it only made the happiness of knowing the mutual feelings better, and the pain of separation a hundred times more aching. I sit on the ground infront of his porch, and reach for his hand. He holds mine in response, and we sit there quietly; occasionally, a few tears run loose.

author note
it never bothered me when i was younger but my graduation is next yr and it scares the heck out of me