What are the odds

14

Oikawa had seen it on a tv as he made his way home from picking up his nephew, the boys tiny hand clasped in his own.

'Karasuno boys volleyball team still missing,'

His grip tightens on his nephew's hand to the point where the small boy let out a winey "ouch,"

"Sorry Takeru-chan," Oikawa replies without his usual song like tone as he listens in to the news broadcast. His heart catches in his throat at the news anchor states that they are almost at the forty-eight-hour mark with no sign that the boys are even still alive.

He drops his nephew's hand, his own shaking as he reaches into his pocket for his phone. He dials the first number he thinks of, that of is friend Iwaizumi.

"Oikawa, I saw you not even four hours ago what do you want," His friend answers grumpily expecting to be treated by his friends oddly perky, flirtatious banter. He expects something like "Maybe I just missed you Iwa-chan," but what he gets instead is a shaking terrified voice saying: "Tobio-chan, the whole team, they're missing, they might- they might be," He cuts himself off with a gulp, looking down at his nephew who was now looking up at him with wide eyes.

"What? Toru what are you talking about," Iwaizumi replies carefully.

"It's all over the news, how did we not know?"

"Oikawa calm down, it'll be okay, you know the Karasuno team, Kageyama especially, they're all absurdly stubborn. If anyone were to go through something like this and come out alive it would be them," Iwaizumi says logically. Oikawa nods along trying to bring himself together at least enough to get his nephew home. He stays on the line with his childhood friend, neither of them saying much of anything until he drops the young boy back at his home and then suddenly he's alone.

"What if he's dead," Oikawa says bluntly, voice void of emotions as he tries to process the situation.

"He's not," Iwaizumi says trying to sound sure but even Oikawa can hear the fear in his voice, somehow that's more comforting.

"I hope they're okay, I don't- I was so mean to him Iwa-chan, he looked up to me and I treated him horribly, all because I was jealous," The captain sobs, his vice-captain stays silent for a while, unsure of what to say. "When they find him, I'll teach him anything he wants, I-I'll teach him how to make his jump serves stronger, how to make them more precise, anything, as long as he's okay,"

Iwaizumi had never heard his friend caring so openly for another human. He could feel his own tears trailing down his cheeks triggered by his friend's soft sobs.

"He'll be okay, and I think he'd like that. You should bring that little red-head one with you too, he'd probably enjoy watching the two of you practice. He does call you the great king after all," He finally replies, his own voice shaking and filled with emotion but he smiles a bit to himself as he hears a chuckle from Oikawa through the phone.

"They'll be okay," Oikawa says, mostly to himself, his friend repeating the statement back to him.

They don't hang up until midnight that night. Neither saying much, definitely nothing of much substance, just taking comfort in the other's presence until they begin to nod off.

The next day, Iwaizumi pulls his friend into a warm hug, an action he hasn't done for a very long time. Oikawa melts into it, hands gripping the lapels of the vice-captains jacket, threatening to never let go.