It's been two weeks since Oikawa walked out of that room, and Iwa still regretted everything.
"I'm just a dumbass..." Iwa scoffed.
Maybe he was. I mean if no one could see how much Iwa cared about him, let alone Oikawa himself, then the world was just full of dumbasses. He loved him, he most obviously did. His hair, his laugh... hell, he even couldn't live without his nickname. He looked up in longing, oh how he missed that nickname. He just wished he wasn't such a huge idiot.
Then, his phone dinged. He rushed towards it, and practically tore into his messages to see who contacted him. He let out a long sigh of relief when it was from his long time friend, Oikawa.
Oikawa: hey iwa, sorry i ran out the other day.
Iwa: No problem. I actually don't blame you.
Oikawa: oh, morning
Iwa: What did you do after you left?
Oikawa: Well, I went home, but i sorta blacked out so i dont really remember much. I woke up yesterday.
Cursing himself out silently, Iwa threw down his phone. He knew that idiot was overworking himself. All Oikawa does is practice volleyball, complain, and practice some more. He was very fixed, and he knew exactly what he was going to do, when he would do it, and how he would do it. But that, of course, does not include taking a break. Picking up his phone, Iwa made a very much needed decision.
Iwa: I'm coming over to your house. I'll be there soon.
Knowing Oikawa's next response was going to be a series of complaints, Iwa turned his phone off once more. Then, throwing on some clothes and eating a quick breakfast, Iwa made his way to Oikawa's house.
"Oh, you really did come." Oikawa said, opening the door and rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Don't you mean 'Hello Iwa-chan'?" Iwa responded mockingly. He tried to push past Oikawa and get into his house.
"Yes yes. My Iwa-chan." Oikawa, however, refused to let Iwa into his house. He pushed him back to the front yard. "Seriously, didn't you read my messages?"
"W-well, no. I thought it was going to be some bullshit excuse as always." Oikawa was not amused by Iwa's smart remark. He, instead, crossed his arms and stood taller. Iwa hated that he felt intimidated by Oikawa's height.
"Oikawa! Who is it babe?" A sudden voice called from the house.
"An old friend. I'll be back in a second." Oikawa said, slightly smirking at Iwa's physical response.
"Is that your..." Iwa's voice caught in his throat, and he swallowed but that only got stuck in his throat as well. "Your girlfriend?"
"Why yes Iwa. It is."
Confusion turned to sadness; Sadness turned to anger that bubbled in Iwa's chest.
"You ass!! I was worried about you getting really sick so came all the way over here!! But instead you decided to drive a stick through me?"
"Iwa. I did get sick. But, I didn't need or ask for your help. You did this to yourself. As a matter of fact I've been dating Amari long before this petty little fight."
"Impossible! You liked me!! You were always attached to me!!"
"You were wrong Iwa. I only admired you."
And with that, Oikawa disappeared back into his house, leaving Iwa shivering in cold and anger.
