When Our Eyes Meet {Iwaoi}

Eight // Uncertainty

Many hours later and Iwaizumi got an urgent call from Oikawa's house phone saying he needed to head home as soon as possible. He didn't have time to get an explanation nor give one to his best-friend who looked at him curiously and worriedly.

They said their goodbyes and he ran down the street making his way towards his house. Considering he only lived a couple houses down from Oikawa he didn't need a ride.

He began to worry as his pace slowed down. An unknown car parked in his driveway just behind his mother's. With creased eyebrows he looked around not sure if he should turn around and go back to Oikawa's where he felt safe at that given moment or to enter his home unbothered. He chose the latter and walked inside taking off his shoes and placing them to the side so they were out of the way.

He immediately noticed a pair of other shoes he's never seen before. A pair of man business shoes, clean and neat.

"Mum, I'm home." He said walking further into his house. The smell of his mother's favourite flowers filled his nose along with the smell of katsudon? He checked his pockets for his phone to check the time, then his bag. With no luck he couldn't find it then remembered he left it in Oikawa's room after the heated conversation he had over the phone. Dammit.

Padding his way down the hall he looked up at the clock he was just passing by. Ten after six in the evening, it was already dinner time.

"Honey, in the kitchen!" He grunted before walking into the room already loving the smell. He'll never get use to his mother's loving dishes, they were always the best. "Hey." He said.

All to suddenly he looked to the right shocking himself and halting any sorts of movement. His mother frowned upon the reaction. She was expecting bright eyes and a look of joy to be written all over her son's face. Unfortunately she had gotten the complete opposite.

The man standing on the other side of the room had this frightening aura around him and the kitchen island was the only thing separating the two. Involuntarily he took a step back. Iwaizumi was beyond angry at this point. The stranger standing there without any sort of recognition was tall standing at almost six feet four, he was wearing a business suit with his hair naturally styled in a way that looked professional. He had this look on his well defiant face that screamed superior and authority.

But what caught his eyes the most was his character and his obvious appearance. The spiky brown hair, the prominent jawline, the facial features- everything.

He took tentative steps back until he was standing in the doorway. "Hajime..." He gulped audibly looking at his mother to speak up rather then just hearing the plea in her voice as she whispered his name.

The man pushed himself off the counter-top he was leaning on so he was standing up taller. Easily towering over his mother who stood near him. She smiled apologetically with begging eyes.

"Mum..?" She ran her fingers through her hair, Hajime's eyes following the slow motion making this ten times harder.

"Dear." She began. Her voice was thick with emotion and her eyes filling with some sort of regret and guilt.

"I'd like you to meet your father."

***

Oikawa hummed to the song that played through the speakers in the kitchen as he cleaned up. His parents were bound to be home any minute and he was slightly shaking up by the sudden urge to run away from the nerves and anticipation.

He really didn't want to talk about college. Not only was it stressful but it worried him, that's right. It was a school abroad, with excellent volleyball players and exceptional athletes with raw talents.

His father wanted nothing more then for his only son to study abroad and make an amazing career out of his special gift. He wasn't who he was without that part of him— volleyball.

More like Iwaizumi Hajime. Tooru wasn't the person he was with him specifically. His father would beg to differ but his mother would no doubt about it agree.

Those two boys wouldn't be able to live without each other. Not many people grow up being that close to one another. Not many keep their childhood friends long enough to experience the wonderful bliss of having non-blood related bonds with people you can call family.

It was something special, nothing else like it.

The sound of a car door slamming shut caught his attention making him flinch. It was clear that his father had arrived home before his mother. He sat down at the kitchen table subconsciously running his fingers through his hair.

His heart pounded against his rib cage as the sound of keys approached the door. Calculative but nervous his eyes stay trained on the doorknob. Until the door flew open exposing the shadow of a tall figure. "Gosh dang it, Tooru why isn't the outside light on?" A deep voice said walking into the house with a couple grocery bags. Oikawa stood up walking over to help his father with the groceries.

"Thank you." The man said. "Hello son, how've you been?" He greeted his son with a warm, welcoming smile. He frowned.

"I'm good, how about you?" His father nodded. He finished taking off his shoes and walked into the kitchen to put away the groceries he just bought. "Doing just dandy."

Before Oikawa could open his mouth to start the unwanted conversation his father spoke up. "Dad liste—"

"We'll talk tomorrow okay? I'm exhausted." His father looked away disappointedly. With heavy steps he walked up the stairs and into his room shutting the door.

"I'm sorry dad." He whispered to himself feeling slightly guilty. He knew what his parents wanted for him but it just wasn't something he wanted for himself. He wanted to stay close to home and stay close to the ones he loved.

Pulling out his phone he called Iwaizumi to check in with him since he rushed out the door earlier that morning. 'Common pick up.'

He walked to his room and that's when he heard it. The dreadful sound of Iwa-chan's ringtone from under his desk.

Leaning down he picked up the electronic placing it on his neatly clean desk just starring at it. Should he bring it over? Either way he'd be seeing if he's okay and giving back something that belonged to him. Killing two birds with one stone.

He's probably fine he thought still very much uncertain. But knowing Iwaizumi, he could handle himself just fine. So Oikawa did the only thing he knew wouldn't anger the other,  he waited patiently outside on his front deck. Just waiting for anything miraculous to happen.