A Trip to The Philippines | Oikawa T. [𑁍]

05

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"UNANG SULYAP, YOU'RE OUT OF MY LEAGUE AGAD."

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       10:05 PM

   "[ name ], sunduin mo nga tita mo sa may 7/11. wala siyang payong. ang lakas ng ulan." ([ name ], pick up your auntie at 7/11. she has no umbrella and the rain's pouring hard.)  your mother says, taking her reading glasses off after reading her sister's message. 

  you nodded. you stood up from the sofa, taking the umbrella your mother handed you. "isama mo si tooru!" (bring tooru with you!) followed up by your mother. "delikado sa labas. gabi na tas maulan pa." (it's dangerous outside. it's night and raining.) 

  you narrow your eyes at oikawa who walks out of the kitchen with a glass of water, a sweet smile clearly visible on his lips. you knew that you have no fight over your mother's demands. you've concluded that she favors oikawa more than you. and you're her daughter. 

  oikawa held the umbrella. you recall the time where you would walk under the rain with him back in japan. you'd usually end up with a soaked shoulder. however, this time, it seems like the shoulder that you're worried about getting wet is as dry as it was when you walked out of your house. you casually peaked at his other shoulder, seeing how it's clearly exposed to the rain and is now soaked. 

  you purse your lip. you gently pushed the umbrella to his direction, at least, enough to cover his shoulder from the rain. 

  oikawa takes notice of this, he raises his brows out of concern. "is something wrong?" he questions, tilting his head.

  you are quiet. the sound of the rain drops hitting your mother's umbrella along with the splashes the puddle makes every time the two of you take a step is as loud and clear as the silence between the two of you. 

  "your shoulder's soaked." you pointed out. you wrap your arms around yourself, the cold gushing wind from the rain finally sinking into your skin. "you should have wore a jacket." 

  "i'm okay, [ name ]." oikawa smiles, the side walk's light poles lighting up oikawa's sweetened expression. "i don't mind. what about you? is your shoulder soaked as well?" 

  the oikawa that you're currently walking side by side with awfully reminds of you of the man that you love. the man who's face brightens at the sight of you, the same man who goes out on his way to make you a heart-warming meal. the guy who didn't mind looking after your nephew whenever you run to your cram school. the same guy who cared. 

   you're curious. you're insanely curious. 

  "do you still think...that i'm fine alone?" you mutter. the sound of the rain is much louder than your utter. you aren't even sure if he heard your question.

  oikawa kept his gaze forward. it seems like he didn't hear a word you said. you took a deep breath, losing the courage to ask again. you still have some dignity left. 

  "what do you mean by that?" oikawa then suddenly questions after a solid minute. "is this about what i said when i was leaving for argentina?" 

  you can feel your heard beating faster. "sort of." you reply, your hands holding your arms tighter. 

  oikawa grew quiet. he does not know how long he will be walking along side you in the rain. he doesn't know if he can elaborate all his feelings well in just one evening walk. but he wants to try. 

  "don't get me wrong, okay?" oikawa takes you by the hand, halting his tracks and pulling you back under the umbrella. "i admire how independent you've been. i love watching you handle yourself so well, enjoying your own company, with or without friends. with or without...me. but when i left, i thought that maybe you were only independent because you've been disappointed by a lot of things. friends, family, your parents, and me. we disappointed you a whole lot. of course, i'll understand if the only way you'll respond to the responsibilities we were supposed to do is to do it yourself. it must..."

  oikawa reaches out for a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "it must have been heavy and exhausting for you. that time, you needed me. you didn't care if i disappointed you, you needed me. you needed someone. and i failed to be that person. you are independent, yes. you are fine alone, of course.  but now i know, that sometimes, you need to bend and need someone, too..." he says. his tone and voice as soft and gentle as the day you first laid in bed beside him while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear. "and i should have been that."

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 mama: nakasakay na dw ng tricycle tita mo...balik na kau dto..

  did that matter? right now, it didn't. 

   his shoulder is soaking wet. how can you tell him that when he's looking at you like he's about to kiss his mistakes away?

    "oikawa,"

  "why don't you call me tooru again?" he questions, gently pulling you closer. 

  you can feel the rush that you haven't felt in, what, almost three years? you took a deep breath. your head is clear, no distractions, no excuses this time. you can't ignore him forever. 

  "or am i asking too much?" he asks once more. he wishes to confirm that you aren't being forced by any of his requests. "i understand--"

  "tooru." you suddenly blurt out. the warmth of your cheeks running up to your ears as you spoke of his name once more. "thanks...tooru." 

  oikawa's gaze softens as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. his head rests on top of your shoulder, his heart beat rapidly beating as he recalls your voice once again calling for him. 

  "i missed you so much, [ name ]."

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yuck, mag bre-break din naman yan