Don't Make Me Walk When I Want To Fly SEASON 2: Worthless Pride

CHAPTER 18: The Last Endless Day

Chapter 18

The Last

Endless

Day

Makki opened the door.

"It's Friday, Iwaizumi, not Saturday, so get up. I don't have– whoa," Makki stared. "I can't believe it, you're actually ready?"

Iwaizumi looked down at himself and then back at Makki. "I need to go to Ushijima," he hurried. "We can talk about what happened at the psychologist, call you later."

And before Makki could've answered–

Iwaizumi was gone.

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"He's in a time loop?" Ushijima leaned close to him while they were sitting in the pub called 'Days and Minutes', at the counter, on stools.

Iwaizumi nodded and his fingers tightened around his glass. "I couldn't believe it, Wakatoshi," he said, looking at him. "He has the same eyes. And he dies every single day, god–"

"Hajime," Ushijima began gently. "You can't do anything about it. It's his time loop. He is the one who can get out – and the only one at that."

Iwaizumi was staring at him in silence. "But I can give him support... as you gave me," he said. "I just want him to get something that could ease his days."

Ushijima furrowed his brows. "You know, that's what doesn't add up actually," he stopped for a minute. "Why wouldn't Kageyama say something?"

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow and started nodding. "I know right?"

Ushijima's eyes darted down as he began to concentrate. "It's just weird," he said. "I know him. He wouldn't hide something like that," he shook his head. "Gotta ask about it later."

Iwaizumi nodded again. "Hmm."

He then looked down at his glass. The black liquid shone gold as the light touched the surface.

Ushijima leaned his head on Iwaizumi's shoulder – nuzzling to his neck. Iwaizumi gently laid his head on the top of Ushijima's.

"You're going to do it today," Ushijima didn't ask. "You're saving him today."

Iwaizumi shut down his eyes and let himself to be comforted. The noise of other people filled the whole pub. The clinking sound of the glasses, the talking and laughter. What an easy life.

What a different world.

Something Iwaizumi will never have.

And he was ready to let go all of it. For some incredible reason, he wasn't sorry about letting it go. He knew he'd seen things he couldn't unsee. He knew he was different than anyone else. He knew he will never be the same again.

And yet Iwaizumi was ready to let go. Ready to move one, ready to involve into who he really was.

He was ready to accept. For the first time in his life–