Iwaizumi: Shut up, Trashykawa! No matter how hard you try, you'll never appear cute infront of my eyes.
And that moment, he knew instantly that his heart was broken into tiny little pieces.
He cried.
So did the sky.
He crawled through the dust that was left swirling in the sky as the person he liked ran away from him.
FOREVAH.
He wandered behind the school, drying his tears as he ran towards no one knows what. But surely, he had been aiming to reach the finish line of his feelings; the finish line that would snap and tell him he's finally gotten through the whole track.
He wanted to reach the end of this course of despair and hopelessness.
Oikawa: *crying* *trips*
As he looked up, intending to stand and get back on track as he didn't want to fall for the hundredth time and never rise again, a queer silhouette was snagged in the consciousness of his peripheral vision.
And what he saw. . .
SIGN: OVERSIZED TRASH
Oikawa: . . .
No matter how much he blinked. . .
SIGN: OVERSIZED TRASH
Oikawa: . . .
Oikawa: *crying harder*
( i got this idea from yamato nadeshiko live action lmao )
DU LIEST GERADE
haikyuu headcanons
Fanfictioni wrote this as a deluded 14 year old who thought i was important. read if you will but don't let it determine your impression of my humor; i'm actually funny guys (lies). i'm better now (lies).
