Flowers~Iwaoi Oneshots~

Freesia

-Trust-

One scandal.

Just like so many other people, one rumor, one lie, was all it took.

Oikawa's entire life was torn apart.

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[Oikawa's POV]

I'm on the couch, blanket pulled over my head, my knees drawn to my chest. I'm staring at the blank TV but I can still hear the reporter's voice, I can still see my own face staring back at me from the screen. 

I didn't do it.

It's been a week and there are no more voices outside my door, but I'm still afraid to step out. I'm still drowning in my own self pity, in my own foolishness.

How could I trust him?

Why would he do this?

I didn't do it!

His name isn't important, it didn't mean anything. That's what I tell myself but in reality his name would just serve as a reminder of something so very painful.

He first posted on social media, he said 'Last night the famous volleyball player, Oikawa Toru, tried to sexually assault me. Oikawa is someone I've always looked up to, but I can't let something like this go. Thankfully nothing major happened to me because I managed to get away.'

I didn't read the rest of it, I looked out the window. Reporters were already lining the street outside. I closed the blinds, locked the door, and then when I had made sure that no one would be breaking in I went back to my room. 

Now a week later, I still wouldn't leave my house. Nobody from the team had come over confirming my fear of getting kicked off. I stand up walking to the bathroom. I gaze at my reflection, barely recognizing the face that I had once been so proud of. There are dark circles under my eyes, red from crying, my hair is a mess lacking in shine and volume. I've definitely gotten thinner. My eyes travel away from my reflection, down to the counter. My gaze lands on a razor that's been lying there for who knows how long.

'Don't.'

I think to myself, even so my hand moves toward the razor.

'Don't!'

My hand closes around the razor, "I didn't do it."

But was he right? Was I disgraceful? Disgusting? Was it so wrong to be gay?

Did I deserve this?

The blade of the razor digs into my palm, "I didn't do it." I say again. But nobody would believe me. I drop the razor, it falls to the white countertop, the smallest speck of red visible on its blade. I leave the bathroom heading into my room. If I see that razor again...I'm scared of what I'll do.

I'm not okay.

I reach for my phone, instinctively my fingers type out a number that I memorized so long ago. I don't think much when I press the call button, I hold the phone against my ear. It rings twice before it's picked up "Hello?"

I find myself trembling slightly. He only said one word but I recognize that voice, "Iwa-chan." I say softly.

I hear him inhale sharply "Oikawa?"

"Iwa-chan," I say, tears threatening to fall "please, I need help."

"I'm on my way." He replies immediately "Don't do anything stupid."

He ends the call. I play music from my phone. I don't even care what's playing as long as it's loud.  It stops my thoughts from wandering, it lets me drown in something that's not my own self pity. I don't know how long I sit on the ground, but I'm shaken from my trance-like state by the sound of a door opening. I jump to my feet, instantly on full-alert. Did a reporter get in?!

I walk out of my room cautiously. I inhale sharply, a man stands barely three feet away from me. A man I haven't seen in at least half a year. "Oikawa." He closes the distance between us quickly. He reaches upward putting his arms around me, pulling my head to his chest, he's so warm. "Oikawa what happened?" He asks still not letting go of me. 

"I didn't do it." It's the first time I've said those words out loud "I didn't do it I swear." I say desperate for him to believe me.

"I know." He says tightening his grip around me.

I can't stop the tears that flow down my face, wetting his shirt. I wrap my arms around his torso and let out an ugly sob. "I really didn't do anything to him!"

"I know." He says

"Why?" I cry "Why did you come? Why do you believe me?"

"Idiot, didn't I tell you in high school?" He says "I trust you, Toru."

I feel his head fall to my shoulder "And no matter where you are, if you call for me, I'll always rush right over."  He pulls away from me reaching for my hand, he turns it so my palm faces up. His gaze falls to the cut on my palm "So don't do anything stupid, okay?"

I lower my gaze 'How did he know?' 

"And I don't care if you're gay, there's nothing wrong with you." He says, as though anticipating my next question. 

"I don't deserve you." I whisper. 

"Damn right you don't." He smiles "But you aren't ever going to get rid of me."

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"So basically you told this guy that you were gay, and he called you disgusting and then made that post?"

I nodded.

"What an ass." 

I leaned against Iwa-chan "Promise that you won't ever leave."

"I promise." He said not hesitating at all.

For the first time since the horrible post came out, true, pure happiness erupted from my chest.

I sit up "By the way, why are you in Tokyo?"

His cheeks color slightly "I saw the news, I got a flight here as soon as I could."

My eyes widen in shock. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. His heart beats steadily, calming. "Thank you." I say.

He came, even though I haven't seen him in half a year, he came. He remembered where I lived and where I'd hidden my spare key. He found me, and I realized; he was all I ever needed.