(first time writing the fresh leaf time, wish me good luck. it'll take me a while to figure them out, i apologize in advance. title from "cross my heart" by marianas trench.)
in which oikawa's murder intent is showing again, and it's not good for iwaizumi's health. or anybody's, really.
"It's just a couple of broken ribs, and a nasty scratch on my shoulder." Iwaizumi shrugs his good shoulder, giving him a confident smile, trying to reassure him, but to no avail. "It's nothing big, so don't worry about it, okay?"
Tooru doesn't answer. He's too busy glaring at the bandages wrapped around the man lying on the bed before him. He's been pacing the hall outside their little infirmary for the last six hours, since when he woke up in his own bed, only to receive the news that his right hand man was still out of commission. He was worried sick, thinking of all the worst-case-scenarios despite Mattsun telling him they got to the both of them in time, Iwaizumi's probably just taking his sweet time in dreamland away from having to deal with Trashykawa. But who can blame him? It was his idea to attempt to confront their leader. And of course, it was Iwaizumi that took the brunt of the injuries.
"Oi. Oikawa. You fall asleep standing up?"
Tooru blinks. "You're hurt because of me."
Iwaizumi sighs, exasperated. "It's not your fault, Oikawa. Stop thinking your stupid thoughts already. It's just a scratch, okay? I'll be better in no time." Dark green eyes study Tooru quietly, and then narrow in suspicion. "I don't like that look on your face. Don't go doing stupid things, dumbass. I'm fine, okay?"
Tooru stares back into those familiar eyes, feeling various emotions warring inside him. He's angry, so angry, but at the same time he's so tired of all this, tired of people he loves getting hurt. He's frustrated that even if he's worked up a name for himself, for his team, it's still not enough, never enough. But most of all he's afraid. He's afraid that next time, Iwaizumi won't wake up. He's afraid of someone taking his Iwa-chan away from him. He's afraid of the unshakable anger and murderous rage clawing at him, trying to escape his carefully controlled stillness.
He's afraid he doesn't know what he'll do at the risk of losing Iwaizumi Hajime.
Straightening, Tooru lifts his chin. "Don't worry, Iwa-chan. You just rest in bed and focus on getting better." He turns, striding towards the door, already forming a plan in his head.
"Oikawa? Oi, where are you going, dumbass? Come back here. Oikawa!"
Tooru turns at the door, a dangerous gleam in his eye. His smile is sharp, lethal, nothing like the sweet and silly ones he shows around his men. "Don't worry. They'll pay for what they did to you."
"Oikawa, don't you dare-"
Tooru looks at him, his eyes softening for just a second. "Sorry, Hajime."
"Oikawa Tooru, if you step a foot out of this place, I'll never speak to you again, do you hear me?!"
The door swings open, and Tooru doesn't look back. He can still hear Iwaizumi's voice yelling for him to "come back, goddamit, Tooru, you fucking dumbass-let go of me, Kindaichi, I gotta knock some sense into him-Tooru!" but he doesn't dare pause for fear of his resolve weakening against the hoarseness of that familiar deep voice. Iwaizumi will hate him for this, and when he came back, if he came back, the man will probably keep his vow too and not utter a single word to him ever again, but-
But Tooru can't let this one go. He'd move the whole world for Iwaizumi Hajime, and this is no different. He'll show them no one laid a hand on his best friend and got away with it.
No one.