Infectious || IwaOi

34.

Who's the world's worst writer? LE  M O I-

but anyways, here's a long-ass chapter to hide the fact that I'm failing my senior year-

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The cafe they had settled in was a dome shaped structure that radiated a quiet and tranquil ambiance, enveloping every customer in a warm hug, scents of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread filled every corner.

It was warm and mellow, the complete opposite of Iwaizumi's feelings at the moment.

Iwaizumi's worst fears were realized when he saw Tooru dash out of the cafe, unheeding to his call, his brown hair whipping out of sight.

No, this was not what I had planned.

"Tooru!" He called out again, standing up to follow him out, but a grip on his arm pulled him back. It was Makki.

"Stop! Let Mattsun go after him, I need to talk to you."

No one but me..... Only me-

Iwaizumi yanked his arm off, a scowl etched onto his face, "No! That'll just freak Tooru out even more, let me go to him."

He didn't want to look at Makki's pained face from his outburst any longer, he simply ran out of the cafe and out onto the wide sidewalk.

No one matters right now. No one.

Sorry, Makki. Sorry Mattsun, but Tooru is all I care about.

Tooru, Tooru, Tooru....

Iwaizumi looked around wildly trying to find the familiar brown tuft of hair that had disappeared before. But as his eyes desperately jumped about on random people, none of them registered.

"Tooru! Tooru!" He called out, his heart beating frantically.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

He ran across the pavement, and rounded it, trying to see where he might've run off to.

The opening in front of him was the plaza they had passed through earlier, the sight of the candy shop with red candied apples flew past his vision as he scanned the area.

And right at his feet he noticed a crouched figure, almost behind; he didn't need to see his face or anything to know that it was Oikawa, his heart simply knew.

"Tooru, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."

He bent down and circled his arms around the brunette, but stilled when he felt resistance. He felt an opposing force on him and he slowly pulled back, meeting with those desolate brown eyes. Oikawa had his hand on Iwaizumi's chest and was pushing him away.

"Stop, Hajime.... Don't." He said in a hoarse yet soft voice, muffled entirely by his scarf.

He looked up and Iwaizumi felt a sharp stab to his chest when he saw Oikawa's teary face.

"Tooru, I'm sorry please, let's talk-"

"No, I can't."

It felt agonising, Iwaizumi couldn't say anything that would make the situation better; he wanted to hug Tooru, hold him and dry his tears, like he did the first time they did outside the bar.

Like he should.

But that person was desperately pushing him away.

Why? Why did this have to happen?

Matsukawa broke into the opening, huffing beside Iwaizumi as he watched Tooru flee the scene, his brown hair disappearing right in front of Iwaizumi's field of vision while he stood there unable to do anything.