Shouto realises that something is wrong as soon as it happens.
The world falls away, his knees give out from under him, and his vision fades to black. For a moment, he thinks he’s dying. He’s always known he’d go down because of a battle, but he hadn’t expected it to be just yet.
When his eyes open again, he’s sprawled flat on the other side of the battleground. In Bakugou's body.
I think we’re just one of those couples with a really long story; this is not the end. - Iwaoi
(Sorry, this got long lmao)
They hadn’t meant to grow more distant after losing the Spring Tournament to Karasuno. But life had to go on. Really, all of the third years had started studying harder for their finals and qualifying exams for university, especially since they’d never have that shining “We went to Nationals” star on their resumes. And while Oikawa had been applying to every college in Japan with an adequate volleyball team, Iwaizumi had been looking to stay closer to home. He’d been raised by his grandmother, and as her health had been declining, he couldn’t bring himself to abandon her to run after Tooru.
After spending most of their lives together, Iwaizumi didn’t think a simple four years apart would be too much for their relationship to handle. They’d both been each other’s first… well, everything. Honestly, most people couldn’t imagine a world where Oikawa would be without Iwaizumi at his side. They were made for each other.
Which was why he couldn’t understand why Oikawa was just standing there, looking at the second button from his uniform like taking it would be the biggest burden in his life.
“Would you just hurry up and take it so we can get inside? We’re going to be late for our own graduation.” Iwa’s voice was a bit rough with irritation, or perhaps it was just his nerves. But the words seemed to snap Oikawa out of his little trance, his wide eyes snapping from the button up to his boyfriend. “I can’t take that.”
“Why wouldn’t you? We’ve been dating for almost three years now.” The confusion written on Iwaizumi’s face made Oikawa look away in shame, and he started fidgeting with his hands, a nervous tick.
“I didn’t want to do this here, but I can’t take that in good conscience.” Oikawa’s voice was timid, unlike his usual confident tone. “In a couple of months, I’ll be in Tokyo, playing on a college volleyball team and you’ll be here, in Miyagi, learning to be a vet or whatever. This isn’t going to work.” Iwaizumi was quick to snap back though, he always was when he was in fear of losing something, or in this case someone, that meant the world to him. “It’s just four years, Tooru!” It was hard to hide the shock in his voice. “I think we’re just one of those couples with a really long story; this is not the end. We can last another four years.”
“But what if I don’t want to?” The words made his heart leap into his throat. It felt like it was suffocating him, slowly shutting down his brain and making his lungs ache for air that would never come. He could feel it pounding in his temple and hear the echo in his ears, as if in that moment every other noise in the world stopped and left him hung in silence with only his own heart as a companion. “What?” It felt like years had passed before he could even force that single word to form on his tongue.
“I don’t want to try to force this for the next four years, Hajime.” Oikawa’s words were level and strong, unlike Iwaizumi, who could feel ever fiber of his being crumbling beneath the weight of those words. The pain was worse than any sports injury he’d ever obtained, just tearing through him like a tsunami and leaving nothing but brokenness in it’s path.
It was clear that Oikawa was above it all though, as he turned on his heel and started walking towards the tall glass doors that were the entrance to the grand hall their school had rented for the graduation ceremony. “Come on, Iwaizumi, it’s time to line up, we wouldn’t want to miss graduation.”
Iwaizumi felt so far away from it all though. In one moment, Oikawa was in front of him, back turned, and the next he was just gone. Like his mind had skipped through watching him walk away and fast forwarded straight to the result of it all.
For the first time since he’d met Oikawa, when they were both three, Iwaizumi was completely and utterly alone.
He hardly felt his face turning red, heating up in a flush. Or the wetness that followed as tears raced down his cheeks. He felt numb as his personal world came crashing down around him; even the tremors in his hands went unnoticed.
He just kept going through those words in his mind. This was not the end. It couldn’t be the end.
You know when u read a fic and it completely destroys you? And no matter what you thought abt the characters before, now all you can think abt is how they are in this one fic??? And that suddenly becomes your headcanon and you cant stop thinking about it and you feel like your heart is crushed but its somehow also good? If u want this go read hashtags by @abrandnewheart I also cant get Gwen Stefani's Cool out of my head either and its killing me so good..
I’ve been drawing a lot lately, now that I’m on break and don’t have to worry about schoolwork! I also like to go for walks around town when the weather’s nicer. And I’ve recently gotten into listening to long, blatantly fake scary stories on YouTube for some reason.
Today marks two year of me not acting on any self harming tendencies or suicidal actions. I'm two years clean of cutting and making any kind of effort to making my life even slightly better than it was. Thank you to all of those who really helped me through the tough times. Because of you, my heart is still beating.
