Oikawa Last Wish/Wishes

Part 8

BZZZZZTTTT!!!

"Hajime, open the door please..." His mother called out from the kitchen and he groaned as he put the manga he was reading aside and removed himself from the kotatsu. He didn't know who would be coming this early on a Sunday. He had volleyball practice the entire day yesterday and all he wanted to do was relax.

The doorbell rang for the third time and he frowned, scratching his head in annoyance as he slid the door open, "Haaai... Ohayouu..." His voice was laced with disdain but he stopped when he saw Oikawa’s face ugly crying face.

He frowned when the boy leapt into his arms and whined his name, "Iwa-chaaaan!" His mother who was curious came out from the kitchen and saw the boy. "Tooru?" She said, "W-What's happening?"

Oikawa extracted himself from Iwaizui and gave his mother a polite bow, "Ohayou, obasan. I'm sorry for the intrusion this early... I just... I just..." The unshed tears threatening to fall began falling now and Iwaizumi felt a tug in his heart which he didn’t know where it originated. His mother walked towards them and led Oikawa inside, "Here, don't cry. Hajime, go get some water to calm him down."

Iwaizumi snapped back to his senses and turned to his mother before nodding and running inside the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. His mother led Oikawa inside and had already seated him in the kotatsu by the time he came back. 

He put the glass of water in front of Oikawa who appeared too small and too fragile now. They've been friends for all their lives now and he had never seen Oikawa this upset, not even during the time they fought because of Kageyama. The worst part is he doesn't know why. 

"Oi, speak up." He said, getting more and more impatient. Oikawa turned to him with glazed eyes and he hated how those tears made him feel. He wanted to scratch his own eyes out just so he won't see Oikawa crying.

Oikawa raised his eyes to meet his before he stuttered, "I-I... I'm going to be an uncle." 

Both he and his mother gaped at him… at least until he broke out laughing. His mother threw him a sharp glare to shut him up and he did, but he couldn't help a few more snickers to pass his lips.

"You're upset about this,Tooru-kun?" His mother asked gently. He knew that the boy’s older sister got married late last year so starting a family was inevitable. Still, he didn’t expect for it to warrant such a reaction from him. Maybe, he’d grown up too soon.

Oikawa shook his head in defiance, "No. I'm not... I'm just..." He paused as if trying to consider his words, "Scared... I'm just scared I won't be a good uncle."

Iwaizumi needed to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress another string of laughter. Oikawa was still looking down at his hands and not meeting his eyes. 

His hands were clenched into tiny little fists and placed on top of his bent knees. Tears were still streaming down his face and Hajime wondered how this crybaby could even be a good uncle to someone. It sounds ridiculous, even to him... but, he also knows the boy has a kind and caring heart.

He moved so he could flick his finger on the boy's forehead who wailed in pain, placing a hand on the spot he hit. “You'll be alright, don't worry."

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“Sorry about earlier,” Iwaizumi said softly when he noticed Oikawa rubbed the spot right on top of his nose where he headbutted him earlier. They were walking home from school, walking side by side closely together and he could feel the warmth of their bodies.

Oikawa blinked at him in surprise, and Iwaizumi felt worse seeing the red welt on the boy’s forehead. But Oikawa beamed, “That’s fine, Iwa-chan. It’s my fault, anyway. If you didn’t do it, I might have done something worse.”

He was right. If he didn’t come earlier, Oikawa would have hit Kageyama and got kicked off from the team. If he came any later, the problem would have been worse than a red welt on Oikawa’s forehead.

“You saved me,” He said softly, a small, sad smile on his lips , “You always do.”

The words held more meaning to him. And the look Oikawa gave him spoke hundreds more. He almost scoffed because if only Oikawa knew how many times he had also been saved by the guy. How many dark places Oikawa had pulled him out from when he was riddled with doubts.

He had always relied on Oikawa the same way the guy relied on him. It had always been part of their dynamics, looking out for each other, taking care of each other—they were each other’s safe place. It was like an unspoken promise between them.

“Shittykawa.”

“Hmn?”

When Oikawa turned to him with a hopeful expression on his face, he felt some emotion stir inside him that he couldn’t name. 

“Let’s go to my house first. Auntie would kill me if you go home looking like that.”

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