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Your POV
"I love you, Hajime." I hear through the phone. I roll my eyes but can't resist a smile. Iwaizumi and Oikawa sure took their sweet time, but they're clearly perfect for each other.
They've only been official for about a week, having announced their relationship on Instagram the day after losing to Karasuno, but 'Iwaoi' is already regarded as the power couple of the volleyball community. A popular volleyball magazine that interviewed them three days ago.
Also- Karasuno is going to nationals.
Yes, you heard me correctly- Karasuno.
Karasuno managed to defeat Shiratorizawa during the fifth and final set of Spring Qualifiers. They're going to nationals. Those bastards did it, they beat Shiratorizawa! I always knew they had it in them, but that didn't stop me from screaming like a banshee when I watched Hinata score the final point on live television.
After the medal ceremony, the team facetimed me with tears in their eyes and pure joy on their faces.
We would meet again.
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Miyagi's qualifiers took place a week ago, the Tokyo Spring Qualifiers are a week away.
The tournament was pushed back by two weeks due to a weird virus outbreak that forced the city to enter a government mandated quarantine. Although the situation has since been resolved, the abrupt change has sent the Itachiyama volleyball team into a state of utter chaos. Even Sakusa's been staying after practice to work on his spikes.
Ugh, Sakusa.
I can't help but feel selfish for wanting to act on my feelings, especially with qualifiers on the horizon. This attraction, this intense attraction that I don't even understand, could get in the way of everything he's worked for... but the more I pretend my affection is an effect of our growing friendship, the less I believe it.
Better to deal with it during qualifiers than nationals, anyways.
... Or am I just telling myself that?
After a minute or so Oikawa finally comes to the phone, having successfully wrangled Iwa-chan to his side at last. "Alright (l/n), Iwa-chan and I are at your disposal!" He chirps. "So- Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?"
"Yeah." Just the mention of his name is enough to make me smile. "We've been friends and- uh, roommates for about a month, as you already know." I laugh awkwardly. It sounds even more scandalous out loud. "We've become really close, and I think I know him pretty well by now."
"Enough to like him?"
A beat passes before I steel myself and let the words roll off my tongue. "Yes." It want to tell myself it might just be a crush, that I haven't fully grasped the extent of my feelings for him, but I can't. What I feel for him is stronger than anything I've felt before.
A month has passed, and I like Sakusa. A month has passed, and I've grown fond of the way he gently wakes me up in the morning, whispering for me to get ready so we can walk to breakfast together. And through our daily walks, I've come to greatly admire how he thinks before he talks, as if taking every articulated thought into consideration.
But more than anything, I live for his smile; not just because it's a rare sight to behold, but because it means he's happy and unbothered and momentarily free of everything that holds him back.
For a while all I wanted was for him to be happy, but now I want to be happy with him.
"Do you really like him though, or is he just another sexy emo? I'll be the judge of that," Oikawa decides.
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And They Were Roommates (A Sakusa Story)
Fanfiction"Everyone's afraid of something, and yours just happens to be more interesting." Sakusa huffs. "Interesting?" "Yeah, like you. And it's not because you're one of the top aces in the nation," I tell him. A flicker of surprise flashes across his dar...
