Oikawa always liked to sleep alone,
He was a clingy person but he always liked his space.
He wouldn’t mind being curled up next to someone,
The idea was truly comforting.
His bed was warm enough as it was, and he could enjoy the peaceful night,
Alone again, by himself. As it had almost always been.
He never realized he would learn to hate that solitude,
His teenage years seemed so long ago.
The feeling of his thoughts drowning him out was normally his mode of comfort,
But after the long nights,
After the hard work days,
When everything seemed a little too much,
Iwaizumi’s arms were more of a bed then his own had ever been.
Oikawa had learned to love the feeling of being held close,
His muscles obtained a memory, of being in such proximity.
It was heaven among earth, he never thought he could feel such a way.
And when he had to leave that paradise,
Like Adam and Eve leaving the garden,
Oikawa Tooru, deemed looks of an Angel and a heart of gold,
His muscles learned over time to repress the memory,
He never realized how deadly
That in a parallel universe
His arms never lost the thought of his old lover,
But a parallel universe wasn’t his own.
The nightstand on the other side of the bed was bare,
Typically a picture would stand there of the two.
He was so used to seeing it,
But it was sitting in the trash in the bathroom,
As shattered and torn as it could be.
The indent on the left side of the bed
had never seemed so empty before.