Gone || IwaOi COMPLETE

I'm here

IWAIZUMIS POV

I took in the sweet scent of milk bread and morning air, slowly opening my eyes to look down at the brunet in my arms. Sunlight streaked through the curtains, pointing out every speck of dust that crossed their path, somehow it invoked a cozy feeling in the room. It was warm, but not hot. It was a comfortable warm. I gently kissed the top of his head, taking in his rich scent, accidentally waking him up in the process.

"Good morning Iwa-Chan" His smile was all the motivation I needed to fully wake up. He rolled on top of me, resting his head on my chest, "Do you kiss everyone on the head to wake them?"

"Nah," I replied with a smirk, "Just dumb ass brunets."

"Mean Iwa-Chan!" He pouted, "I'm not dumb!"

"Your right," I agreed, "Dumb and Dumbass are two completely different things."

"Mean!" He repeated, pouting even more aggressively, "Meanie!"

I rolled my eyes out of amusement, chuckling to myself, "I'm hungryyyyyy"

His eyes quickly lit up, a smile replacing his puckered up lips, "We still have milk bread!"

"For breakfast!?" I exclaimed in disgust.

He lightly slapped my chest, glaring at me, "It's an anytime food!"

"If you say so," I said with a wary nod, "I'll heat you up some and make some eggs."

"Awe look at Iwa-Chan being nice to me!" He grinned.

"Oh shut up Shittykawa." I gently moved out from under him, slipping on a pair of grey sweat pants I had brought in last night that I had forgotten to slip over my boxers before crawling into bed with the brunet I confessed to the night before.

He crawled out of bed on the same side I did. His right leg hitting the floor last.  His eyes grew larger than saucers, teeth clamping down on his top lip as his knee buckled with the slightest amount of pressure, "Ah!" He let out as his eyes found their way to the floor. I reached out to him, quickly sweeping him off of his feet, taking care due to his injury, "Iwa-Chan..." He mumbled, sinking in my arms as he pressed his face into my chest, "I-I'm scared"

"I know..." I kissed the top of his head, carrying him out to the couch, turning the TV on for background noise, "After breakfast, there are some stretches I want you to do. They might help you hurt less."

"Do you really think they'll work?" He sunk down into the couch, beautiful chocolate eyes glazed over as I looked down at him, beautiful pink lips forming a fearful frown.

"I can't promise anything..." I couldn't look at him as those words left my mouth, u studied the patterns of the carpet instead, "But I think they might..."

I made my way to the kitchen quietly, throwing a few pieces of leftover milk bread in the microwave before starting on everything else, "How do you take your eggs, Tooru?"