You Can't Love A Dead Person

Iwa's POV

"You can find a new model." I say before grabbing my sweatpants and my wallet then storming out of our apartment. I know this probably isn't the best response to Oikawa's outburst, but I don't know how else to react. I just need a break from him. I jog down the stairs, and and reach into my pocket for a cigarette.

"Damn," I say to myself "They must have fallen out when I took off my pants." I really need a smoke right now, so I wall over to the store on the corner of our block, buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then leave.

I stand outside the store smoking, and debate what my next move should be. I can't go back to the apartment quite yet because Oikawa is probably still mad. I don't have any classes that I could be attending this late, and the café where I occasionally pick up shifts is closed today.

It's been awhile, but I might actually go play some volleyball. There's a bar nearby with a sand volleyball court in the back, I might stop by there. That will be a good way to get my mind off of Oikawa.

I put my cigarette out, then walk towards the bar. It's only a few blocks away, so it doesn't take long to get there. I walk in and am met by bright pink and blue lights. I squint for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the harsh lighting.

I walk to the back of the bar and order a beer. A moment later, the bartender comes back with my drink, and I walk back outside to where the courts are. I observe the people playing as I finish my drink, then walk onto the court.

"Do you mind if I play a set?" I ask

"Not at all!" Says a tall man with dirty blonde hair. "I'm Akiteru Tsukishima and I'm our team's ace. What's your name and position?"

"I'm Hajime Iwaizumi, and I used to be an ace too." I answer.

"Great! You can play for the other team, if that's alright, they don't have an ace." Suggests Akiteru.

"Sounds good!" I exclaim happily.

I walk over to the other side of the net, and the team explains their positions to me. The setter is tall and has brown hair, he looks something like Oikawa. I shake my head "No thinking about him right now." I scold myself.

"Serves up!" my teammates shout. The volleyball floats over then net and someone in the back row receives it well. He passes it to Oikawa- no, not Oikawa. He passes it to the setter, who happens to look like Oikawa. I watch his hands, and determine that the ball is coming my way. I start my approach, and make contact with the ball while I jump. It soars over the net, and lands in the sand.

"Wow where did you learn to hit like that?" Questions the setter in awe.

"I played in middle school and high school." I explain simply.

We continue to play and before I know it, it's match point. It's my serve, so I take a deep breath, then hit the ball over the net. Our opponents pass it up then set it so it can be hit over, but luckily, we receive their hit. The setter for our team turns towards me, and pushes the ball in my direction. I do my approach, then jump up to hit the ball. It goes over the net and into the sand.

"Wow, we won! It's all thanks to you Iwa-Chan." says the friendly setter.

"Sorry, what did you call me?" I ask, taken back. Only Oikawa calls me Iwa-Chan.

"Iwa-Chan? Oh, I'm sorry, I guess that was kinda weird of me." trails our setter, looking a bit nervous.

"Hey I have to go home," I say looking at my watch, "but thanks for letting me play with you all!" I say quickly. I need to get home to Oikawa.

I grab my stuff then start to jog home. I don't know what I'm going to say to him yet, but I know I have to do something. I shouldn't have left him alone.

One I get to our apartment, I jog up the stairs and fumble around in my pocket for a key. I must not have grabbed one before I left, so I try the doorknob, thinking it might be unlocked. Just my luck, it's not.

"Oikawa, please unlock the door." I call. I wait a moment for a response before knocking again. "Oikawa, please let me in." I plead. For a moment I think that he isn't home, but the lights are on, and Oikawa always remembers to turn off the lights when he leaves the house.

"Oikawa, I know you are in there, let me in." I say, this time a little less politely. After no response, I try again. "Damn it Oikawa, it's my apartment too!" I say, knocking angrily at the door. He still doesn't open the door so I shot once more, "Let me the fuck in I live here too!"

That must have finally down it, because I hear the creak of our apartment floorboards. I hear the deadbolt being unlocked and the door slowly swings open. Oikawa stands in the door frame wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. His eyes are red and puffy and his skin is pale.

"What do you want?" Oikawa asks. His voice isn't nearly as high and energetic as usual.

"I thought my knocking made it obvious, I want to come inside." I snap. Oikawa walks away, but leaves the door open. I walk into our apartment, and close the door behind me. Oikawa has sat down on the couch, and is now staring daggers at me.

"Where have you been?" he questions.

"I've been out." I reply coolly. My intentions of making up with him are out of mind. He isn't in a state that would respond well to an apology.

"Out where Iwa?" here it comes, "What aren't you telling me? I'm your boyfriend you know, you should be more open with me." there it is, Oikawa overreacting again.

"I just went out, Oikawa. No need to get all upset." I say dismissively.

"No need to get upset? Look at you Iwa, your hair is messy and you smell of alcohol! You really think I'm dumb enough not to catch on?" Oikawa shouts.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"If I wasn't enough you could have just told me!" Continues Oikawa. He pushes himself off the couch and walks over to me, "Well two can play at that game." he says, walking past me, and out of the apartment.