Oikawa Last Wish/Wishes

Part 7

10 minutes until the next train arrives.

“Where does the train take us?”

Guide gave a soft laugh, “No idea. I haven’t ridden it yet.”

Iwaizumi turned to him with a frown, “Why not?”

He smiled, “People choose not to ride the train for a variety of reasons.” There was a meaning behind those words and Iwaizumi was suddenly inclined to ask why, “Okay… what’s yours ?”

Guide blinked at him. He looked like he was struggling inside, trying to decide whether he should spill it or not. Iwaizumi fixed him an intense stare until he sighed in defeat, “I’m waiting for someone.”

Ah . “Who?”

He gave him a playful smirk, “Someone I love.” The look Iwaizumi made must have shown how incredulous he thought it sounded because Guide rolled his eyes, “Rude, Iwa-chan. ”

He opened his mouth to say something, but it disappeared at the sound of that nickname. The guy looked shocked like he made a terrible mistake which he covered up desperately by continuing, “I made a promise. I’ve been waiting for more than ten years now.”

Iwaizumi still couldn’t shake off the thought of how that nickname sounded familiar but he pushed that thought aside and said, “That’s quite a long time.”

He shrugged, “I’m okay waiting a little bit longer. I wanted him to live a longer life.” There was hesitation and sadness in his voice when he turned back to him. “Do you remember anything else? About what happened to you?”

Iwaizumi shook his head, “The longer I stay here the more muddled my thoughts are becoming.” He couldn’t very well explain it, but the best he could think of was life: his thoughts, his memories—even the littlest of them, was beginning to look hazy. Like looking through an old piece of film that is slowly decaying.

Guide looked a bit sad. Like he was expecting him to tell otherwise. Iwaizumi wanted to know where the sadness was coming from so he turned to the man and touched his shoulder—

“Iwa-chan, what are you—“ Guide snapped just as a spark of energy flickered between them. Guide pulled away instantly. But it was too late, because when Iwaizumi looked up at him, he finally saw him— really saw him.

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“You’re too slow, Tooru.”

"Matte yo, Iwa-chan!"

He scowled at the name and saw the grin from the boy a few steps behind him before he deliberately stopped. It was a hot summer day and their neighbors brought him along on their family trip to the beach. 

The Oikawas lived in the same block, just across the street. Their youngest son, Oikawa Tooru was born a few months after he was and ever since then, the two of them had been inseparable.

Oikawa, he knew, was a lonely kid, but he has a really gentle smile which he really liked.

"I don't want to play with you anymore," Oikawa said, tears brimming his brown eyes. Hajime frowned—he likes Oikawa fine… but there are times he hated this side of him. He is such a crybaby and Iwaizumi is especially weak from his tears. It's unfair and he grumbled as he traced his way back to the kid who was now sobbing silently. 

He put a hand on top of Oikawa’s head and smiled an apology, "Hora, hora... Stop crying. I won't tease you again."

He held out his hand but Oikawa didn’t stop crying. He sighed and knelt down until he could wipe the tears away from his cheeks with his sandy palms. “I’m sorry I made you run after me a lot even when you said you didn’t want to. I won’t call you slowpoke again.” He stopped a chuckle from coming out with the term because he didn’t want to make Oikawa cry more

“Promise me you’ll wait for me?” Oikawa’s voice was soft and sweet when he peeked from his hands. 

Iwaizumi blinked at him, surprised at the promise the boy was asking him. But the brown eyes were looking at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of the promise. He put out his pinky and smiled, “I promise.”

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