Day 2. I'm still sorry.
転んで立てないときは 少しの勇気をください
Iwaizumi senses something is off with Oikawa's smile.
After all, he has already lost count of all the times he's seen and even heard that same smile in his best friend's voice. Just like he can't keep track of how many times he has touched it, can't keep track of how many times he has savored it against his lips.
Now that they're both lying down on his friend's futon, recovering their breaths after a secret nearness that no one knows about, Iwaizumi is not afraid of being straightforward.
"Is there something wrong?"
When he doesn't get an instant answer, Iwaizumi decides that this time is better not to hit him, as he would have done any other day.
"Is it about… your father?"
Iwaizumi catches a glimpse of his sad eyes when Oikawa sighs and nods. And Oikawa is never sad, which only causes him to worry even more.
"My father wants to put an end to the rivalry that exists between our clan and the Hinata's clan".
He waits for him to continue because he's yet to understand what has that got to do with Oikawa's sadness.
"But it's not possible to achieve his so long desired peace ―you cannot extinguish a whole clan and expect our people to accept it". His words are as filled with sadness as his eyes. "So he thought of a very simple plan: to exterminate the Hinata family that doesn't want anything to do with us and to bind the families together through a marriage…"
Iwaizumi gets it even before Oikawa puts it into words.
He dishevels him using one hand.
He kisses him to shut him up.
(And his lips are soft, because Oikawa himself is soft, because even if he pretends from time to time to be made of the finest wood, he's nothing but the silk that covers his naked body at night).
They lie together during dawn, their hands feel nostalgic and their legs tangle up.
The next morning, Oikawa Tooru is an engaged man.
He's nothing but a disposable life, a mere samurai whose only purpose is to serve his master.
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-Pequeña