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I strolled by, struggling to forget you.My heart clenches, remembering your ways.Your particular mentality makes me wary.I'm scared my love alone won't be enough to save you. Oikawa Tooru had issues. Serious issues.Lately, he hasn't been talking to anyone. Noone. He attended school and practice as usual but nothing else.He didn't spoke to anyone unless needed. Not to Iwaizumi.Not to Iwa-chan.Not to Hajime. Hajime knew something was wrong. It's been a week.Today was a Friday. A weekend.Why not show up to his house? Maybe he would spill the beans.Considering the fact that Oikawa is home alone today.Well not just today, it's been like that for a while week.Iwaizumi had asked why, but never received any answer.Might aswell check in on him. My dreams were ensnared, tormented by the ghostly ache of your absence.I tried to escape your hold over me, again and again.I swallow the hurt and strive to move on in life, letting go of your grip. When he found Oikawas body. No, cold body on the cold floor, he was speechless.No words could explain how much pain Iwaizumi felt.He was afraid. Afraid of this.He sobbed. And wailed over Oikawa Tooru's death.Oikawa had left him some letters. Those had never been touched by the receiver himself, Iwaizumi.Its not that he didn't want to, he just couldn't.He thought of Oikawa as someone who was selfish.And Oikawa was in the wrong.He always had been anyways. You were never my everything, nor a place for me to pause.All that's come before has now faded away, but the echo of your marks remains, may the passing clouds wash away your traces It's been almost 5 years since his death.Iwaizumi tries to move on.He couldn't. Despite his ego, saying that Oikawa Toru was indeed the one in fault, he couldn't help but felt guilty. He did this to himself.
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[ And me, a flawed individual.
And me, with my mistakes.
And me, with love to give.
And me, who misses you.
God.Iwaizumi Hajime misses Oikawa Tooru. [I turned to the stars, seeking insight into the invisible connection we share.
It is only in the quiet depths of night that the silent longings find their voice.
Yet, I wonder why you chose to conceal your own emotions, keeping them hidden from sight.
"What the hell is up with you?".