The rain soaked through his t-shirt as he sprinted through the city. Desperation and remorse in his mind, he called your name. The echoes of the fight's finale reverbed in his ears like some sick record.
Oikawa shouldn't have compared you to some random girl he met in Argentina. Shouldn't have lost his temper. Shouldn't have, shouldn't have. Lungs burning, he finally spotted you leaned against a wall across from your best friend's apartment complex.
Seeing the wreck he had made you twisted his heart and pulled. The two of you shaking from cold, he spoke quietly, apologizing and promising to do better. You held out your hand, refusing to look at him.
A comforting silence fell as the two of you walked back home, the rain washing away the lingering anger and bitterness from earlier.
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The Book for Weebs
FanfictionEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
