6:47 pm (a couple weeks later)
the hoes ✨✨✨
hanamaki.takahiro:
guys
i need to talk about something.
iwa.hajime:
Shit he's being serious
Code red
hanamaki.takahiro:
can you please just listen to me?
iwa.hajime:
Right, I'm sorry.
What's wrong?
hanamaki.takahiro:
i'm taking a break from mattsun for a bit.
iwa.hajime:
Holy shit this really is serious
Where's Shittykawa??
alienluvr:
you called?
iwa.hajime:
Backread.
alienluvr:
oh fuck
hanamaki im here for you bebs
hanamaki.takahiro:
thanks, oikawa
iwa.hajime:
Can I ask why you're ignoring him?
You only have to tell us if you're comfortable with it.
hanamaki.takahiro:
i just feel like i need to figure out my feelings towards him.
and honestly i can't deal with being jealous.
alienluvr:
did something happen on the ft?
iwa.hajime:
You guys facetimed?
hanamaki.takahiro:
kinda, and yes
alienluvr:
can we talk ab this on a group ft?
iwa.hajime:
Sure
hanamaki.takahiro:
mk
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I don't even bother getting out of bed when I hear the phone ringing. I just press accept and lay down on my stomach. Iwaizumi and Oikawa are already on there, and they haven't noticed the fact that I joined because they're both on paused.
"Are you sure he's gonna be okay Iwa-chan? I mean Hanamaki really likes Mattsun. Plus, it is completely out of character.."
"He'll be fine, Oikawa. We've been associated with each other since high school."
"That's the point! We've all known each other forever, and this has never happened before!"
"Oikawa, we'll work it out-"
"Uh, guys?" I chuckle nervously, and they both get off paused immediately.
"Hanamaki! Woah, what happened to you?" Oikawa's face looked even more worried when he saw the way I looked.
Ever since the day Mattsun and I facetimed, I haven't been taking care of myself. I only do necessary things like eating, though I haven't been doing much of that either, and sleeping sometimes. I think I changed a couple of days ago? Ugh, who knows. I've mostly just been drinking water and lying down in bed. I know it's dumb to get so worked up over something that is merely an insignificant thought at the back of my head, but I can't help it. My anxiety is hammering useless ideas into my mind, and I can't stand it. I look at myself in the facetime and cringe. My hair looks oily and knotted, and the roots have grown out a bit, not enough for it to be a big deal, though. I'll need to get it redyed when I'm up and running again. I have dark circles under my eyes, which isn't very surprising. I haven't gotten much sleep, the last time I got some was those thirty minutes a few days ago. I've been wearing the same outfit for a few days straight, as I've only been changing when absolutely 100% necessary. To be honest, it reeks at this point. All in all, I look like that one chick with the fake ass weave.
"I haven't gotten out of the house since... how long has it been again?"
"Holy shit, Iwa-chan, this isn't a code red, this is beyond that."
"I know that, dumbass. Hey, Hanamaki, we're coming over, okay? We're gonna help you get better and shit."
"Okay..." I mumble, but I'm honestly questioning how much they'll be able to offer. I dug myself a deep hole and stayed in it for a while, the dirt collapsing on top of me. Damn, if I put it like that, it's like I'm digging my own grave. Just not to the same degree.
"Iwa-chan, pick me up on your way, kay?"
"Whatever, Shittykawa."
"Anyways, see you in a bit, Hanamaki!" Oikawa chirped excitingly.
"Mkay..."
Iwaizumi and Oikawa left the facetime, so I press the red button and drop my phone onto the bed. "sleep," I mumble, before closing my eyes for the first time in days.
