Fics like we're going home

“What are you trying to say to me, Tooru?” Oikawa sucks in a breath and continues staring at the water. He should have known that Iwaizumi wouldn’t let him back out – and that’s another reason why Oikawa loves him so; Iwaizumi forces Oikawa to show up, forces him to work through the things that make him uncomfortable, forces him to be the best version of himself. After a moment, Oikawa responds. “I’m trying to say that I missed you.” Iwaizumi pauses. “And I said that I know that.” Oikawa sighs and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes in frustration. “No, I don’t think you do.” He murmurs. He drops his hands back to his lap and turns to Iwaizumi so that he is finally looking at him. “I’m saying that I missed you. Miss you. I want – “ There are fingers on his cheek, stealing the breath from Oikawa’s lungs. The pool lights reflect in Iwaizumi’s eyes like twinkling stars. He is beautiful, like an untamed garden or a wild, rushing waterfall. Oikawa’s heart feels so full of adoration that it hurts.

Fics like we're going home

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