HANAHAKI | OIKAWA

- nine.

letter? | nine

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y/n drew shapes on the surface of her desk while slightly dozing off in the middle of class. even aito had helped her get better grades in school, it was still as boring as ever. she felt a cough coming up, so she had covered her mouth a few seconds before. coughing up a few petals, she reached in her bag to get a tissue, but to her surprise, she didn't need one. there was no more blood. maybe aito was finally starting to like her back.

the bell for lunch to start rang, y/n sighing in relief. a few moment later she heard two familiar voices approach the classroom, so she got up and walked to the door. there stood iwaizumi and oikawa, there to get her for lunch as always.

dealing with the same fan girls that always swooned over oikawa, they finally got up to the roof, all sitting together.

"hey oikawa, i think my hanahaki is getting better. the bloods all gone." y/n said, looking up at the sky.

"there was blood?" oikawa asked, his eyes widening a bit and his posture straightening up. y/n had forgotten if she told him or not, or maybe oikawa was having his airhead moments and had forgotten about it himself.

"yeah, but it was only a little bit." y/n said, explaining about it briefly.

"well, that's good that it's getting better." oikawa said, putting on a smile, that looked quite fake, but y/n didn't want to call him out on it. iwaizumi just stared at the two, listening to the conversation they were having.

y/n nodded, a bright smile on her face, thinking about if aito likes her back. lunch ended soon as the three of them headed back to their classes.

"are you okay?" iwaizumi asked oikawa once y/n was gone. he had noticed what y/n said meant that it was possible that y/n could get with aito if he really did like her back.

"yeah, i'm fine." oikawa said, smiling at iwaizumi.

"i don't think you understand, oikawa. it might not be now, but your life is on the line." iwaizumi said with a more concerned tone in his voice.

"well, it can't be helped." oikawa said with a sigh, shrugging his shoulders as they walked back into their class.

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y/n dropped her bag onto the floor of her room as she flopped down onto her bed, turning onto her back so she could stare at the ceiling. her head had been full the whole day of just thinking of what to do about her hanahaki. she knew it was only one thing that had changed, but it was something.

her phone buzzed beside her, the screen reading, 'incoming call from oikawa'. y/n picked up the phone, sliding her finger against the screen to accept the call.

"hey, how was practice?" y/n asked, rolling over to her side.

"it was okay, except iwa-chan hit me in the head with another volleyball." oikawa pouted. y/n let out a laugh, imagining the scenario in her head.

"maybe you were doing something stupid." y/n mumbled as she giggled.

"you're just as mean as iwa-chan!" oikawa whined. it looked as if he had just stepped into his house, and walked into his room. he had put his phone down on the bed so he could change out of his shirt into a cleaner one. from the corner of the frame, y/n could see oikawa shirtless. she immediately became flustered, accidentally letting out a strange squeal.

"is there something wrong?" oikawa asked, slipping on a new shirt.

"no, everything's fine." y/n stammered, panning the camera away from her red face.

"i'm thinking of confessing." y/n said out of no where.

"what?" oikawa exclaimed, taken aback from what she had just said.

"maybe i'll write a letter." y/n mumbled to herself.

"you should think about this more, y/n." oikawa said, trying to get her to not confess.

"why? the blood is gone, which means he probably at least likes me a bit. maybe if i confess to him he'll give me a chance and actually fall for me." y/n said in a monotonous voice, trying to think of what to write in the letter.

"this might sound a little harsh, but what if he doesn't?" oikawa said, not knowing how to get her out of this, coughing up a few petals.

"then i die." y/n said. it was three simple words, but it hit hard on oikawa. he had remembered the conversation that he had with iwaizumi. it hit harder now, maybe because it was y/n admitting it, but what oikawa said was true. it can't be helped.

y/n got up and sat at her desk with oikawa still on call. most of the time, they would just be on call with each other, not talking but just doing their own thing. something about each others company but silence made them comfortable.

she tapped the end of her pen against the table, not knowing what to write. y/n ended up writing down everything she felt, not knowing how else to word it. putting her pen down, she sighed, folding up the letter and slipping it into her backpack.

"oikawa?"

"yes?"

"i don't know how to feel anymore." y/n mumbled, her mind twisting in confusion.

"huh? you glitched out."

"it's nothing."