𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | iwaoi

01.

In the dark of his bedroom, it was almost as bad as a dump. The creak of the bedroom door opening made both men want to run off and buy gas masks. Months after surgery and being stuck in a cast, the famous figure skater was stuck in his bedroom sulking and whining like a baby. At first, it was a reasonable excuse but after a while it became almost childish.

Scrunching their noses up in disgust, both squeeze through the door frame to try and drag Oikawa out of his disgusting bed. Makki and Mattsun grab him by each wrist, practically yanking him off the unwashed sheets. An annoying, high pitched groan yelled from Oikawa, letting his friends drag him out of his dumpster of a bedroom.

Pouting, Oikawa wiggles his body almost like a drowning worm, "Leave me to die in my filth!" Of course, he's being dramatic, when is he not?

Dropping his body onto the ground, Mattsun gently kicks at his friend's shoulder. He's about ready to kick harder if there isn't a response, "You have physical therapy today you shithead. Take a shower and get ready so Makki and I can drive you." They both leave him on the ground, going through the same routine week in and week out.

Sitting up, Oikawa blinks a few times before shakily getting up and grabbing his crutch. It's depressing to see how bad his room has gotten, but he just genuinely stopped caring after surgery. Being down in the dumps isn't any fun, but that's the place he's stuck in. The saying 'once you hit rock bottom, the only way up!' is bullshit to Oikawa.

"Rock bottom has got to have a bigger brother I swear!" Were the exact words that left Oikawa's mouth a while back. Makki and Mattsun stared at him like he had gone mad. They wouldn't blame him though, his career drained down the toilet so easily and fast.

Limping towards the bathroom, Oikawa aggressively slams the door to emphasize that he's even pissed about having to get up. But when he finally peels off his gross clothes and gets into the shower, the warm water is a feeling that's almost comforting. The coconut-scented body wash gets rid of that nasty smell of body odor off of him which is quite refreshing.

Sighing softly, Oikawa feels his lip wobble. His heart is fragile like glass, and some days he's cried too much; it's all just frustrating yells. He pushes away his feelings, finishing his shower so his friends don't yell at him anymore. Oikawa doesn't think he could handle any yelling, even loud music makes him overwhelmed.

After drying up and tugging on some clean clothes, Oikawa grabs his crutch before leaving the bathroom. He looks better than before, which a plus for his day. After a shower, he always feels a bit better. But having to go out and see other people put Oikawa in dread, leaving him to whine like a child for Makki and Mattsun to take care of.

Walking into the living room, Oikawa stares at his friends. Makki and Mattsun ignore his childish mannerisms, scrolling along Twitter on their phones. Oikawa sighs, "Can we just leave so I can get my appointment done and over with?" He rests a hand on his hip, already irked. Not like he already was earlier.

Makki quirks an eyebrow, getting up and stretching out his arms, "Yes your highness!" He smiles as Mattsun laughs, getting up and resting a hand on his shoulder.

Puffing his cheeks out, Oikawa walks over to the genkan to slip on his shoes and leave his friends behind. Mattsun and Makki have every right to make fun of Oikawa because he can be a spoiled brat at times. The skater simply can't help it. Sometimes they wonder if it's genetic but the two haven't met Oikawa's parents yet.

They quickly catch up to Oikawa with no effort necessary, questioning his moody attitude. Makki shoves his hands into his pockets, "Is the poor great king crying like a baby?"

"I will hit you with my crutch."

Mattsun tugs Makki away, "Okay, get in the car. Both of you." He pushes Makki in front of him, not wanting a catfight to break out. That's the last thing they need.

But that leaves them in an awkwardly quiet drive. Makki sits in shotgun, arms crossed against his chest as Mattsun drives. Oikawa sits in the backseat, scrolling through Instagram. Pictures of other skaters— Tobio— continue to pop up in his feed. It makes him want to roll down the window and throw his phone out. Yet, he doesn't.

Turning off his phone, Oikawa presses his forehead against the cold glass window of the car. He stares at the passing cars, having the overwhelming feeling of just wanting to cry. Oikawa sighs, frowning before closing his eyes. But he can't keep his eyes closed for long, because they soon arrive at physical therapy and Mattsun is dragging him out.

"I don't wanna go!"

"Too bad, stand up!"

Oikawa whines, standing up and grabbing his crutch before dragging his feet along the pavement. Makki and Mattsun pay no attention, it's another tantrum they refuse to take care of. That's for the trainer to handle, which is a huge relief. But even Mattsun feels bad because he knows the poor guy and he has to meet Oikawa. Right now, it's clear Oikawa isn't the dreamboat people just love to dream about.

Makki elbows Oikawa in the side before shoving him forward. The skater sighs, walking up to the desk to fill out any required information before limping down the hallway. He keeps his head down, embarrassed to even be in a place like this. For christ's sake, he could be on the ice now, kissing the gold around his neck right in front of Tobio.

Pushing open a door, Oikawa looks up, definitely not expecting the sight. He stands speechless, looking at his physical therapist, and by far he is the most gorgeous man Oikawa has ever seen. They both look at each other and the beautiful man holds his hand out, "You must be Oikawa? I'm Iwaizumi."

"H-h-" Oikawa shakes Iwaizumi's hand, almost speechless, "Hi!"

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A/n: Yo it's Connor, im currently still thinking about uhhhhh mothman. The true love of my life, don't tell my boyfriend 😳