interwined

Iwaizumi

After saying goodbye to Oikawa he didn't go home. He went to his hideout, he couldn't go home yet he had to clear his head. The hideout -- it was not really a hut or a building it wasn't even a hideout, just a place to get some alone time--was a rock on the edge of the jungle up the hill behind their high school. The sun was not set yet and if he runs he could still make it before it turning dark. He started running towards the hill.

Naturally he was upset, everyone was after all it was their last game they wanted to end on a high note with them going to nationals. But there was another reason he was upset the reason he didn't wanna admit yet. Once he was there he huffed himself atop the rock and finally let his thoughts catch up to him. He missed the shot, the shot that might've saved them-might've saved Oikawa. He was angry and sad he let down the team, the tears in Oikawa's eyes were his fault and that thought alone was enough to crush him. 

Tears shone on the edges of his eyes as well. Why did it matter so much to him that Oikawa cried? That he didn't get a chance to see his dream come true? Iwaizumi had lost too, but the thought still tugged on him. He remembered when they were children and he would always take every chance of teasing Oikawa on a missed serve or receive, Showing off his own skill set. Yet it was his spike that let all of them down

After sun set he set of towards his house every step was heavy. For some reason he had the sudden urge to drag Oikawa out if his room and make him go eat sushi with him. They always ate sushi after a game, just the two of them. Iwaizumi didn't particularly like eating sushi but he loved how Oikawa's face always lit up when he was eating it. He shivered as if to shrug the thought off him. It had been happening for a while, he'd be doing something and suddenly find himself thinking about Oikawa. That bastard always found a way to make everything about him maybe it was rubbing off on Iwaizumi, But he didn't always have thoughts about his habits he didn't like to admit to himself yet but he sometimes imagine running his hands through Oikawa's hair, maybe a thumb over his cheek pulling him a little closer so their li- and the thought would be shutdown by him as quickly as it came

It didn't matter now though. It was the end of the road for them and there was nothing he could do about it now. He wasn't sure why he told Oikawa he was the best setter in japan, he meant it but he didn't wanna say it out loud. He reached home, a modest building in a modest part of the town, he greeted his mother who consoled him for his loss. He ate dinner and went up to his room. His father had left them when he was still an infant, Iwaizumi wasn't mad at him, he knew his mother was the one that decided to had him with or without his father at the age of 19. He was grateful to have a loving mother then a father who would have thought of him as baggage

He didn't have the energy to change out of his track suit. Frankly, he liked the feel of hard earned sweat, though it smelled it reminded him that he played till the end. He wondered what the rest of the team would be feeling right now, even though Oikawa was the captain Iwaizumi always felt like their mother, protector. It was silly of him to think that but he couldn't think of what to call someone who put up with all their tantrums and kept them in line. A mother who let them all down

Tomorrow he would think about this tomorrow. Right now all he had to worry about was that dull ache in his chest whenever he thought about Oikawa, he had to do something about it before the dull ache grew and his whole body started hurting.