Infectious || IwaOi

37.

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WarninG: the stuff you is about to read is teRRIFYING (in terms of skill) and hellA confusing (in terms of context). Please forgive me for the shitty update and chapter bc i really ain't feeling this book rn i just- i...

I DONT KNOW  OK???? ANGST??? ANGST.

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Even if it meant never seeing him again, for his own good?....

Iwaizumi's heart stopped, everything suddenly screeching to a halt, the silence in his body became too loud,

"Why would you say that?" His eyes had gone wide, anticipation and anxiety flowing through his body.

"Because I want to know if you care about Oikawa enough to let him go-"

"No. No, I won't let him go."

Kiyoko sighed, looking down, then said softly, "I was afraid you might say that."

She sounded almost sympathetic, and the look on her face - it made Iwaizumi's blood boil even though he didn't have any sound reason to be mad at his employee.

Why would she ask such a question. Iwaizumi unconsciously pondered on it, Kiyoko knew  of Iwaizumi's love for Oikawa; how much he wanted him.

So what did she mean when she said that? He raised his head to look at her figure across the table - Kiyoko had opted to respond to her phone, her eyes and the tips of her fingers the only things visible.

And their little meeting ended as quickly as it started - the two separating with their own dark clouds.

An hour later and Iwaizumi was stalking the outside of Oikawa's apartment, momentarily stunned to find the lights in his room flickering.

What am I even doing? Am I actually stalking him?

No, no. I'm just checking up on him. He dug his hands into his hoodie, pushing the oversized hood back from his eyes.

Boy, you stalking-

"Iwaizumi-san?"

He turned around at the alien call and met with a familiar pair of blue eyes.

It was Akaashi.

Another timeskip bc I suck-

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Tooru...

Tooru....

"Tooru."

A sweet voice, even if not the best in the world, it was beautiful, clear, and familiar.

It was a gentle voice, one that called out his name - no matter what hardships he would go through, that voice would always anchor him down, bring him safely to shore and cup his face with those calloused, work-worn hands which radiated a specific type of warmth that always melted his worries away.

Oikawa smiled.

"Mom."

Oikawa drifted in and out of a million dreams, a vast ocean of memories, wishes and nightmares.

He was no longer under time's rule; he was no longer in reality.

"Momma."

"Tooru-chan, meet your new friend."

"Momma." That was the only word he knew at that time - the time when he was introduced to his mother's friend's son.

"Tooru-chan, this is Hajime-chan, your new friend."

A new friend. A new friend....

A little face with intense eyes peeked in his mind's eye; a face with piercing dark eyes and a pout so ingrained in Oikawa's memory.

Hajime... Hajime Iwaizumi.

Oikawa found himself drift away from that particular memory, watching it fade away like the way ink disappears in water - a tantalising, unending series of swirls that only got lighter and lighter, until there was nothing at all.

"Oikawa. Oikawa."

Another voice - one that pulled his heartstrings.

"Oikawa, I love you, please go out with me."

Another memory, this time, Oikawa saw that he was a lot older - probably one from junior high, he figured. The familiar blue and white jersey of his junior high school's volleyball team made him gasp - if not audibly then at least mentally.

In front of him was a girl; her face was clouded, however, presumably someone he didn't even consider very important and so he unconsciously decided to forget it.

"Oh, oh, um," the voice of young Oikawa spoke up; he himself was slightly shocked by how small and child-like he sounded, "Sure, I would love to." He'd chuckled weakly.

Oikawa looked at his own smile and felt a sense of pity after remembrance; this was the starting of his infamous fake smile which helped him later in his miserable life.

That one pulled grin which led people on - like he was pied piper from hell seducing innocent hearts with that tuneful smile of his.  

"Oi, Shittykawa."

Shittykawa? How rude - who could that be-

Oikawa stilled, his mouth dropping at the view in front of him. He felt his eyes widen as he played the roll of the spectator - an agonising bystander.

An ache grew in his chest, a pain that seemed to squeeze his heart and batter his ribs. A word, a sound - anything, he thought- he prayed that would come out of his mouth.

But no, through his ajar mouth only a choked sound filtered through.

Iwa-chan!

Iwa-chan!

Hajime...

"Iwa-chan, you're so mean!"

The wave of nostalgia that crashed onto him nearly made him dizzy; even in that state of unconsciousness. Even though Oikawa could run from the pain, but he couldn't run away from the mental torture.

His eyes were glued on the scene of his younger self running to the dark-haired boy - the similar fiery gaze and disapproving expression that was all within reach, yet so, so far away.

"Shut up. Stop flirting and head to the gym already. Dumbass."  Young Oikawa couldn't dodge the smack to his head but he was able to avoid the next onslaught wrought by a snarky comment.

But young Oikawa missed the endearing look on young Iwaizumi as he looked at the little brunette run away. All of this painfully presented to Oikawa in front of his eyes as he drifted there, silently screaming.

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I'm really really really really sorry, istg idk how to continue this shit it went so much better in my head agHGAHaA-

also, not to show off the little demon i am but like.... i thINK i'm addicted to... um... YY's vids????/ 😳😳😳DLHUSVDGSVD💀💀✋🏽✋🏽🔫🔫