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Btw, guys my highest mark so far is in maths and literature.... and its a frikin A😭😭😭😭why can I not achieve A*, dammit.
Disappointment to Asian parents ryt here. (;'༎ຶД༎ຶ')🤚🏽
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That evening, the hospital's stark white and greys where tinted salmon as the setting sun marked the end of another dry day.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi stood at the lobby, their hands entwined under their coats lightly, as if scared to startle the other one with any light application of pressure.
The brunette was being discharged, Oikawa was leaving the hospital to Iwaizumi's place to pick up a few things, since he technically did spend a long time there before going to the hospital.
Oikawa recalled the chamber that was Iwaizumi's room, the scent, the mood and the aura that it radiated. The warmth he felt of staying at someone's house, it made him smile softly.
"Oikawa Tooru?" A nurse behind the table called his name, he looked at her and saw that she held a paper pad in her hands, her lithe limb dusted pink as she moved it up to timidly brush her coral-dyed hair.
The shade of the pink-hair reminded his of someone, but he couldn't remember who; he frowned at the fighting memory, then jumped when the pad sprung into his field of vision.
He hastily grabbed the pen handed and signed his name off. Twenty four thousand yen huh?..... Wow.
The money shocked him only a little; it wasn't anything he couldn't afford. His clothes felt stale and he craved to rip them off, tempted to sink his sore body into a hot tub of water and into a fuzzy pair of pyjamas.
They got into Iwaizumi's car and they drove off, the space between them tranquil.
"Hey, Tooru." Iwaizumi began.
The sudden piercing of the silence by the deep voice of the other male startled Oikawa.
"Y-Yeah?"
"How are you feeling?"
This is the fifth time he's asked that question today....
Maybe he's just bored... trying to spike up a conversation...
"I'm good. Yeah."
"Good...."
The dialogue fell and Tooru looked out the window, his tired eyes skimming unbothered over the shops and building. Iwaizumi couldn't help but sneak a look at him.
He was tired, Iwaizumi reasoned with himself. He was tired and....
He's hiding something..... There's something wrong...
The car swiveled to a stop in front of the ever grande building that was the CEO's house. Somehow, the scene calmed Oikawa and washed him with a sense of familiarity.
Lights were switched on and the scent of Iwaizumi knocked Oikawa all over again; the domineering male perfume, the vague smell of sweat and papers, and just...
Him. Just Iwaizumi.
"Tooru, your things are in my room," Iwaizumi said as he shrugged his jacket off.
"I'll go get it." Replied Oikawa, softly.
He entered the room once more and a weird emotion of sadness came over him, it's just a room, get over yourself.
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