chapter 3

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His coat was stuck on the door handle.

"I'm late. I hope he's not waiting... I have to hurry." If only he lived closer to the beach...

Iwaizumi had finally started running through the streets, occasionally tripping on his shoes, that were slightly too big for him. "I made it !" He thought. "My favorite blonde boy :)" Iwaizumi really appreciated Louis. His life was so interesting... apparenyly, he was from France ! How amazing is that ? Hajime had even started learning french, just to become closer with Louis.

"Salut, Louis ! Desole pour le retard, mec... J'ai fait de mon mieux mais tout les chances etaient contre mois aujourd'hui"

"Hi, Louis ! I'm so sorry for being late, bro... Even though I did my best, all (in english) were against me today", Hajime said, with a Japanese accent.

"T'inquietes pas! Je viens d'arriver. C'est pas comme si tu m'avait pose un lapin, hein..."

"No worries ! I just arrived. It's not like you didn't come at all !".

Hajime was impressed by how pretty Louis' voice sounded. Was the language pretty, or his friend's voice ? "Probably both..." He thought out loud. Time passed as they went for a swim  for a swim and even built a sandcastle. Iwa met Louis' girlfriend, a dark-skinned lady with a curvy figure. She was so gracious and positive... Iwa was almost jealous.

When Iwaizumi came home, he was still happy about the good time he'd spent today. But something felt off. What could it be?

Oh.
Right.
Oikawa hadn't called him today.

He checked his phone for any calls, but nada (nothing). He decided to ring him himself.
"rrrr... rr...." The phone purred, before singing a sad song. Oikawa's voicemail. Iwa was disappointed, but he needed to tell Oikawa about his day ! He clicked that green button again. This time, the phone didn't purr for long. Toru picked up !
Oikawa apologized for forgetting to call him, and Iwa realized he didn't feel like telling his best friend about his day. Instead, he asked Oikawa to meet him at practice early in the morning. His muscles were sore and he needed more spiking practice.

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