WishiWasntMeTbh
He looked at the boy. The boy was staring out the window, not seeming to notice the stranger sitting across from him. Sunlight from the window hit the boy's face, making his features light up and be all the more noticeable. Iwaizumi had to admit, this was probably the most beautiful sight his eyes had taken in. He looked like a statue trapped in the daylight, sitting at that seat for eternity, and Iwaizumi couldn't move his eyes away from the sight.
It was supposed to be called the boy on the train but I'm too lazy to fix that
I'm in the mood for Iwaoi angst ;)
What a tragedy it was to write this...
I hate my dreams sometimes, they're so sad :')