"Stop pushing me guys, I don't want to go out." Oikawa whined to his phone. First, it was winter and he treasured his life. Second, he had a paper that must be handed over within two days. Third, his blankets and a cup of tea were calling him to the bed and there was his laptop, waving happily behind them.

"You're living a life of parasyte Oikawa, your lungs need fresh air." Hanamaki's voice sounded tired.

Oikawa looked out from his window, taking in the only colour outside, grey. The clouds, the buildings even the people were grey. "The air out there is not fresh, it's freezing."

"It was, a week ago. Honestly Oikawa, how did you manage to live without going out for a week?" it was something Oikawa himself wondered too. Class attendances were compulsory in his department, but he managed to organize his schedule by really sensitive calculations. With those calculations, he didn't need to attend classes, using his 12 hours of absence for each.

"I ate things, read things, watched things and slept." he fixed his glasses, today he studied for 3 hours. That meant he should reward himself, probably with two episodes of The Big Bang Theory.

He heard a deep sigh from the other end of the line. "There's a friend of ours we want you to meet."

"Stop matching me up with people I don't know."

"You will never have the people you know. The Doctor has a wife, and I'm already dating with my best friend, so I advise you to start considering the ones you don't know."

It was true. The number of the fictional characters he knew was more than the number of his real, flesh and bones friends. Not that he lacked skills, but he prefered this kind of lifestyle. He was content with it. If there's such a thing as soulmate, his soulmate was probably under his or her blankets and had no intention of going out. So theoretically, there was no chance of meeting him outside the walls, then why bothering?

"Look 'mom', say hello to dad and your friend but I'm not coming. There's a paper waiting for me to write it."

Hanamaki sighed one last time before muttering "If you say so… Don't push yourself too much" and hung up.

Compare and contrast poetry of Lord Byron with the poetry of his romantic contemporaries. He clapped his hands happily, romantic period was his favorite, along with middle ages. However, he got a writer's block even when he was supposed to write a summary.

It was his third year in university, under the department of English Literature. He had everything he could ever want. A very satisfactory department, several scholarships which were enough for him to live without a flatmate, an excellent internet connection and cooking skills which were a little above of the average. A lover would be considered as luxury in his life and he did not want to put his energy for something unpredictable.

His mind wandered back to outside. The city in grey, he thought. It was his favorite season, winter. It suited the city he lived, and the people out. Oikawa practically loved the idea of warming up, so anything about cold would pleasure him. His phone clicked, taking him out of his make out session with winter in his head. He looked down to see a message from their group chat- no, it was a photo. With one hand he grabbed his cup, with the other he touched his screen to see what it was.

Oikawa: ahh~~ did you finally decide to adopt?

Hanamaki: no, it's the guy we want you to meet

Matsukawa: please let me kill this dork

Oikawa: please let me live mom, i'll make you cupcakes

Oikawa: besides a step brother like him would be nice…..

He clicked the photo to see it clearly. It was a male, with his age probably. Tanned skin and green eyes, matching with his dark, short hair. His smile was bright, almost too bright for a winter person like Oikawa. He was standing in front of a statue-

Oikawa: he is in front of Christ the Redeemer! IN RIO, GUYS! щ(ﾟДﾟщ)

Hanamaki: i heard that he hadn't have any relationship before, any serious one

Hanamaki: he's a traveller

Oikawa: Then how do you suppose us to meet

Oikawa: I got it! Online! Aww you're such a considerate parents

Oikawa: I don't have to stay away from the comfort of my home

Matsukawa: you're going to rot there oiks

Oikawa: Mattsun go out~ it's my private life!

Matsukawa: no, you go OUT

Matsukawa: fuckin nerd ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)

Hanamaki: he is a friend of kyotani

Hanamaki: name's iwaizumi hajime

Hanamaki: you're free to stalk him

Oikawa: he's a friend of the bad deer?

Oikawa: No, thanks

All the time, Oikawa had pitied the poor souls he was matched up with. This case was no different from the other matches. Okay, the boy was definitely good to look at- he was such a sight. However, the looks were the last thing Oikawa searched in a match. First things first, he was imagining someone steady. The guy was a traveller for the god's sake! He imagined himself travelling, taking only the vital things with him. He would have need a mini truck to carry just those. There were his favorite books, shirts and matching cups for each, hair products, his precious pillow Kiki and his lucky volleyball Lulu… maybe his total flat. Yes, he had a thing for travellers, but only for those in time. And space. In addition to that, being a friend of Kyotani was not something he would like in a partner. Kyotani was the most brutal person he had ever met. Plus, the guy was a fan of Twilight saga. His hands started to twitch with dislike. There was no one he hated more than the bad deer- oh no, of course there was, the grocery freak Ushiwaka, but that was a story for later.

He settled down on his bed, hugging his laptop close but stopped suddenly. Are those guys crazy? he asked himself. Why would someone that hot want a date like Oikawa? Of course he was attractive for both boys and girls, but was that all? What did he know about Tooru? Makki said it's free to stalk… He logged in to facebook, typing the name of his match. There was only one user in this name so he clicked. Clicked and started to peer his profile. Iwaizumi Hajime.

"Hajime. Hajime…" he repeated it to test its tune. "Hajime-kun, Hajime-san, no- it sounds politic, Iwaizumi-san…"

Iwaizumi Hajime. Studies Biology in University of … . Hometown, Tokyo. June 08. There was no more info than those and a mail address attached. Oikawa opened the last photo added by this Iwaizumi guy, and scrolled through his albums. Hanamaki was not lying when he said the guy was a traveller because each photo was from a different city. The poses he gave were mostly funny and creative, it amused Oikawa. He carefully examined all of the photos and the comments below, and felt like watching a documentary about the cities around the world. When he finally saw the first photo posted by now his 158th crush, he surprised to see how quickly he came to the end.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Having to deal with romantic poems was not doing any good to his already emotional personality. I heard that he hadn't have any relationship before, any serious one, Hanamaki said earlier. Oikawa wondered why. It was not hard to imagine a blonde girl, a little shorter than this Iwaizumi, flashing a smile that had same wolt of her boyfriend's, while standing in front of Big Ben. He was sure that Iwaizumi was funny and smart. His comments and descriptions to his photos made Oikawa smile every time. No doubt he is a gemini. He seemed also nice, his replies to his adorers were kind. Maybe he should have tried his chance with a message but no, he was not that kind of person. Okay, he was that kind of person but only for the fictional characters. It was a living, breathing human being. More importantly, he had 3 dimension. What if Oikawa run into him while he was getting the garbage out? Other than that, what was he supposed to say?

Hello, i'm your stalker but don't be afraid because my friends can't get to see me, even with force, so i mean no harm. You are hot and i want you to know that. Find a short, blonde girl who smile as wide as you do. Then as a thank you present, buy me sunglasses, because i cannot look at your photos directly. Wish me luck in my wormish life inside my books, bye.

Maybe he better just send eighteenth sonnet anonymously. For a secret admirer, that would be elevated and classy. He chuckled at the idea and put out his glasses. His head was about to explode, so he decided to leave this issue to his future self and slept.

Iwaizumi felt his soul leaving his body. His feet were crying because of long hours of walking. Not walking actually but standing, because he visited The Louvre Museum today and it was harder than walking through Great Wall of China. It was his last day in France, he was to be in Tokyo within two days. New semester had started a week ago actually but he decided to skip the first week for the sake of his France trip. It definitely worthed skipping, he found a great chance to visit the places he could not in his previous France tour.

He was on his own, as always. Travelling around the world was his childhood dream. As soon as he became 18, he began working for it. His family was a middle class family, he could not came out and said 'father, mother, please send me abroad for no other reason but my pleasure.' He found some scholarships and worked after his classes to save money. He was happy with his life, his dreams were becoming real with his own efforts. Okay, it was more than becoming real because he visited every place he had wished to see. This was his second world tour.

There was nothing that could hold Iwaizumi down in one place other than his school. He was planning to travel permanently after graduation. There were groups of biologists who were travelling all around the world to examine different species, he wanted to join them. Deep in his heart, he hoped to find the person he was looking for for years in a some place around the world. That hope was also base of his past travels, he wanted to make sure that he did his best to find the true person for him. He was doing his share in this, and hoped that his partner was also doing her or his best. He believed the idea which suggested that all people were once created as couples, and thus, also believed in the existence of soulmates. As for that, he wanted to hurry and find his, wanting to spend rest of his life with the most important person he would hopefully have. However, this also became a concern of his friends, too. Whenever they saw a single spirit, they brought it to Iwaizumi. It was a habit for them, matching him up with everything they found, just like grannies.

Yahaba: attract of opposites, think about it

Iwaizumi: guys idk, it sounds wrong

Iwaizumi: i respect that you worry about me but this is getting out of hand

Kyotani: you need someone to teach you how to stay in one place for at least five hours senpai

Iwaizumi: you don't know how either….

Yahaba: that's why i'm here

Iwaizumi: okay i'll just look at him for you, don't expect anything more

Kyotani: *image*

Kyotani: he's the best man of devil himself- be warned

Yahaba: Kyotani Kentaro!

He smiled at the never ending fight of his friends. Their intention was good, so he did not want to turn them down. The concept of this match was 'attract of opposites'. The opposite of himself would most likely annoy him. He sighed and opened the photo, it was a boy. Tall, charming, warm; those were the first things he felt about the stranger. His hair was well done, his pose was full of self confidence. He shivered suddenly, wondering why. Maybe he was getting cold.

Iwaizumi laid his eyes on the photo one more time. There were packages under his eyes, probably from reading much. Maybe he was exaggerating but something in this guy's smile bothered him, it seemed as forced. He'd have liked to punch that smile off. Maybe he should have called and said him:

"Hi, your smile does not fit your pretty face. Please shove it off and put a warm one, but then you would get arrested, because it can be too much for some people to handle. My fault, sorry, i'll count the days for you."

Of course it was not possible. With the heat of the conversation, his friends forgot to give any information about that guy. No name, no identity, there was only his face. And the fact that he was exact opposite of Iwaizumi. Not for the romantic purposes but it could be nice to know this guy, at least the story behind that smile would have been interesting. He wondered why such a beauty decided to put that kind of smile.

Shaking his head, he closed his phone. It was not Iwaizumi's concern. He seemed like a person to get along with lots of people, so let them worry. There was a long flight waiting for him to home and the only concern he had was that.

Rest of the flight was good, nothing unpleasant happened. Iwaizumi slept during most of it and as soon as he landed, he took a cab to his dorm. His roommate, Yuuji Terushima, was absent almost all the time, he was a party boy. The only times he came to the room was the times he broke up with his lovers. The situation made Iwaizumi glad because he needed long hours of silence to study in the exam weeks. He pulled out his phone to inform Terushima about his return, not really expecting him to be in room. Just for kindness. The moment he allowed data connection, messages and notifications started to rain. He had a lot of friends, but not too close with any of them. There were comments on his latest photos, tons of group messages, and several mails which were sent by the bank he used. Another message from mail took his attention. It had been sent specifically for him. He ignored the rest and opened this mail but before he could read it, the taxi stopped. He paid and got off, muttering a thanks.

Inside of their room was same. The post-it he put on the fridge before leaving was still there, untouched. He took and threw it to the trash can. Slowly undressed himself and headed for bathroom. After a quick shower, he collapsed onto his bed, grabbing the brochure he took from the museum and his tablet. He unlocked the tablet and started to surf. There was nothing new. A post from one of his friends catched his attention, it was a wedding photo. Wow. What was with them, marrying that early… He surfed some more then remembered the message he could not read. But before that, he grabbed his phone and ordered a pizza. The last thing he ate was the tasteless sandwich in plane. Returning his attention to the message, Iwaizumi felt his tiredness taking over him.

Or not.

All the tiredness and sleep started to drift off with every word he read. He was not aware the smile crept over his face once the message finished. He quickly re-read, in case he may have skipped a part.

Hello, Iwaizumi.

I heard that some of my friends are shipping me with you, so I wanted to meet that poor soul by myself. I'm going to stalk you from this point on, if you don't have any complaints. Actually, it does not matter because I'm gonna stalk you anyway. You don't have to reply back, but if I send this message, It means that I want you to. Other than that, don't categorize me as danger please. I am a kind of person who cannot open his books wide, in case they get any damage. I'm such an angel, yes, you can dry your tears. Oh-no!

That was my inner self starting to take control, don't mind him. Sorry for intruding.

There was no name or photo, only a mail address; greenknight23 . Iwaizumi was not a fan of online friendships but an answer wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? Besides, he was not a poor soul and wanted to prove it to that… That whoever. Crossing his legs, he started to think of an answer.

Online world was something beyond his knowledge and interest, despite the considerable amount of posts in his personal page. The relationships which develop in person were his thing. The idea of not being able to use his hands or facial expressions bothered Iwaizumi. He prefered looking at the eyes of the person he was talking to, rather than the dull smileys. His mind wandered back to the last guy Kyotani showed him. His smile too was dull, it was not just right. Originality was one of the principals of him in life; therefore the masks and especially the fake smiles disturbed him much.

Wishing that the person he was writing was as sincere as his message, Iwaizumi started to type. It was obvious that the stranger was not interested in making out with him, so he chose to ignore the part about shipping.

Hello, stalker.

I already have lots of people stalking me, it is your decision to join them if you want. Besides, If there's a poor soul here, it would be you without doubt, because you can't even open your books wide. I have a habit of sleeping under my books. I mean under their pages, and their smell is something that cannot be replaced. You should try it sometime, it's relaxing. Say hello to your inner voice too, he craves for attention as far as I can say.

Iwaizumi re-read the whole message before pressing 'send'. If he was lucky, this stranger could become a friend to him in this semester.