Iwaoi One-Shots

Can I Call You Tonight

Oikawa eyed his phone. He'd been on the fence for the past half hour about this. As he contemplated calling him, he wondered about all the things that could possibly go wrong. How would he react? It's not normal to fall in love with your best friend, he thought.

Still lost in his head, he thought but all the things they had done together as children. He fondly recalled one day when they were hunting bugs. Iwaizumi had found some sort of butterfly and was excitedly spouting information about that species and their migration patterns. Maybe it was a rare butterfly? Oikawa couldn't remember. He did, however, remember how Iwaizumi's green eyes had lit up, how eagerly he talked about the patterns of its wings. He remembered how his heart had fluttered at the sight.

He remembered their first game in middle school. He remembered how loud it was in the gym and the cheers from his teammates when he served the winning point. He remembers that after that game, Iwaizumi had hugged him, congratulating him on a game well played. Oikawa remembers how nice it felt to be in his arms. He remembers how much Iwaizumi's embrace feels like home. Oikawa's face fell when he realized what he was thinking about. Normal people don't think about their friends like this.

Oikawa thinks about all of his girlfriends. He knows now why he never felt anything for them. Oikawa thinks back, he only ever remembers getting butterflies around Iwaizumi, not that he'd ever tell him that. Or, he thinks, gazing at his phone again.

Don't be stupid, he thinks. He'd ruin everything if he told him. All of the jokes, hanging out on weekends, it would all disappear in an instant. He feels something inside him sink, like he swallowed an anchor that's dragging him down into a pathetic pool of sadness. I deserve it, for falling in love with my best friend. It hurts, that anchor is pulling more and more at his heartstrings, threatening to snap them under the weight of it all. How could anything hurt worse.

He wants to throw up. He wants to run away. He wants to hide. None of it seems real, it's not fair. How could he be so stupid? He's never hurt this much in his life. It's pure agony, and he can't escape. He feels his eyes prick and burn with tears, threatening to spill over and onto his cheeks. He lets them.

So can I call you tonight?

I'm trying to make up my mind

Just how I feel

Could you tell me what's real?

(Song : Can I Call You Tonight - Dayglow, its seriously a great song and it got me in my feels enough to write a oneshot about it. Sorry for the angst, it hurts me too.)