A short chapter this time 'cuz I've been writing WAYYY too much, even my google docs said chilll and it crashed...
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N E WAYS pls enjoy and gomennn~ (/▽＼)
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Recently, the frenzied heartbeat of Iwaizumi that came up whenever he thought about Tooru became quite a normal thing for him, as if he were meant to feel that way.
It's been nearly two weeks; two weeks since the brunette had fallen to the tight clutches of the sickness, and when Iwaizumi had gone to the hospital the previous day, he felt ecstatic to find Tooru hunched on the bed, an i-pad in his hands and his head bent down.
Sunlight streamed from the window, turning the edges of his brown hair a golden hue, like honey; he pushed the strands back, only for them to spill back on his face, his eyes were scrunched in concentration and Iwaizumi adored the fact that even his eyelashes looked golden in the light.
He had no longer been wearing hospital scrubs, instead, he wore a giant sweater and loose jeans, his face was filled with colour and Iwaizumi couldn't help but smile at this healthier side of Tooru; the broken boy he fell for.
He no longer has to be broken, you know...
A frown has etched onto Oikawa's features as he hastily wiped the screen of his i-pad, and after he noticed a presence in the room he looked up and met Iwaizumi's green gaze.
"Iwa-chan..."
He gingerly got off the bed and went over to him, a small smile on his face, but he hesitated, a small thread of doubt underlying his features.
Iwaizumi wanted to take that shred of doubt and incinerate it; he hated that look on Tooru's face, one that literally clouded his bright features.
He stepped forward hugged Oikawa, wrapping his arms around him and slightly breathing in his scent; it was Oikawa, all of Oikawa, not a trace of the revolting hospital odour.
Oikawa stiffened but relaxed and brought his arms around softly, clutching at Iwaizumi's shoulders. They both felt their erratic heartbeats synchronize, each wild thump carrying and amplifying the other, the thin fabric between their bodies not enough to break the sound.
They stood there in each other's embrace for a long time, Iwaizumi's thumb carelessly rubbed the other boy's shoulder, worrying yet glad. Oikawa had the biggest grin plastered in his face and basically snuggled into the hug.
Oh long it had been since he last hugged someone like this.
Had he ever hugged anyone in the first place? He couldn't remember.
He hugged the towering man harder, sealing whatever distance they might've had before, their bodies practically glued together. He slightly delighted at the loud thump of Iwaizumi's heartbeat as his reaction.
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〒▽〒 me writing about lovey-dovey couples all alone in my dark room @ 2 am...
*sigh* what do i need to do to excavate for a bf?
please ensure that ur pamphlets of reminders and clutched underneath the shoulders, ya know, the ones that have block lettering in neon colours that say "I LOVE YOU SWEETHEARTS!!!" 💖💖💖💖
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FanfictionOikawa Tooru is in love with his boss, Iwaizumi Hajime, who seems to have taken a liking for the brilliant brunette, but what Oikawa doesn't know, is that the man he's in love with is linked to the memories he'd himself unconsciously suppressed - in...
