IwaOi - 6
6. things you said under the stars and in the grass
It is a warm summer, one of those where the air is ridiculously hot, even when the sunlight hides behing clouds and drops of rain; even when the star dips beneath the horizon.
Oikawa loves them. They set his mind at ease, the sky often clear at night offering twinkling treasures to his eyes and food for his thoughts. It makes him wonder why he loves watching Apollo’s brethren glow, when it itself just blinds him every other day. It makes him dream of other worlds and creatures born from foreign circumstances and odd customs.
But above all, it makes him smile. One of those genuine, barely there grins that Iwaizumi has reluctantly grown so fond of,
During these moments, they can pretend nothing else matters. They can pretend that volleyball, Ushijima, Kageyama- defeat don’t exist, that the hatred Oikawa harbors for himself and the anger Iwaizumi feels are nothing but weird, distant dreams. An illusion so fragile a simple sound could shatter it and send the tears spilling again with screams laced with care.
So they don’t talk. They never talk. Iwaizumi just admires his friend’s eyes reflect speckles of light a little too much, and pretends his own are dry.
