15 parts Ongoing Iwaizumi Hajime was always the loudest, most obnoxious, and hardest-to-ignore person in the room-but he had a sharper tongue than ever lately. Every time he teased, every time he scolded, every time he pushed Oikawa to the very limit, Oikawa did not utter a single word, patiently enduring the insults with a polite smile, laughing even when the pain was so great that it was hard to breathe. He had become so familiar with Iwaizumi's eyes that he could see how they softened just a tiny bit after each explosion and how the cracks in his self-assuredness coalesced-but Oikawa didn't betray him, didn't argue, didn't tell him the truth. Because he had the strangled feeling inside that he was only left with a whole month, and, in the end, some things-some words, some confessions-had to be reserved for the tempest that was already coming closer and closer.