A MONTH LATER

It has been a long 4 weeks. No one will ever know how long it took for me to get Iwaizumi off my mind. I literally passed out right after he fucked me. I forgot his dick could literally put me to sleep. Trust and believe he talks nasty, but he can certainly back it up. I just got to my apartment complex from the center ready for a nice hot shower. Those kids were working my nerves today. Almost has me wanting to drink. I am surprised when I approach my door to see Yahaba is standing there.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him. Sure, my old teammates know where I live but still. They know better than to show up without asking me first. Yahaba has his arms folded leaning against the wall beside my apartment door.

"I need to talk to you," he states. I walk closer to him.

"You don't get to show up at my home without asking," I say sternly. "Then say you need to talk to me. You could have texted me. You got my phone number."

"I couldn't give you the chance to run," he states. "I know for a fact you would have ignored my text. This is a conversation that needs to be had face to face." Good lord, what the hell is going on.

"Run from what?" I question. "Nothing scares me. The do you want to discuss that is so important you had to come over here." I go to unlock my door.

"I want to talk about Iwaizumi," he says causing my heart to stop. I turn to look at him.

"What's to talk about?" I question. Yahaba smirks at me.

"I didn't know he was gay," he replies. "I also didn't know how great he is in bed." I turn away from Yahaba furious as I unlock the door. "What? Why are you so upset?" I snatch Yahaba inside my apartment. I slam my door closed before grabbing him by the front of his shirt.

"How dare you!" I hiss in his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are coming over here to rub you fucking my Iwai-chan to my face!"

"I didn't," says Yahaba still smirking.

"You're lying!" I yell at him tightening the grip on his shirt. Yahaba rolls his eyes.

"The only person lying is you," he replies. I push him away running my hands through my hair trying not to cry. I really thought…..I glare at him.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I ask him. "What is wrong with you!"

"Me?" he scuffs. "I have had enough of this dancing around you and Iwaizumi. You obviously care for him as he does for you."

"You don't know anything," I reply tilting my head up to keep the tears from falling.

"Iwaizumi contacted me," he replies. "No offense we all noticed on the team how close you guys were, but we minded our business. Iwaizumi begged us to do this get together so he could see you."

"He did?" I question staring at Yahaba. We were close to our team but I know Iwaizumi would never willingly ask them for help. He nods his head yes and I sigh. Well at least he asked Yahaba as he is the discreet one out of the bunch.

"I want to help you guys," he replies. "I mean you guys are both successful in your careers but so unhappy. I don't understand, I want to." I rub my forehead still not believing Iwaizumi went to our old high school team member for help. Maybe I should have spoken to him a lot more, but I couldn't handle it. Look at what happened when I was around him for the first time in years. In my bed fucking me senseless. Yahaba clearly wants to help. I owe him the full story for him to fully understand.

"I'll tell you what happened if you allow me to take a quick shower," I suggest. "I'm sorry but I have needs."

"I know how much you love your hot showers," says Yahaba. "Is it okay if I get something to drink?"

"Help yourself," I reply walking out of the room rubbing my temple. I almost feel emotionally drained already. I get in the shower moving quickly trying to decide how much I want to tell Yahaba. At least I know he can hold a secret. That doesn't mean that I still want to tell him everything. I come out of my bedroom fully dressed, lotion and smelling good to my liking now. I'm in my comfortable house clothes trying to get my mind ready to explain what happened all those years ago. Yahaba is sitting on my sofa surfing the net. He sets his phone down soon as he sees me.

"Feel better?" he asks.

"No," I say plopping down on my loveseat. It is quiet for a minute before Yahaba talks.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I can tell I really hurt you when I said I had sex with Iwaizumi." I look away because it shouldn't have hurt me. We aren't even together. "Think you can tell me what happened?" I stare at Yahaba struggling internally because I have never told anyone what happened between Iwaizumi and I. Apparently, we weren't as slick as we thought we were since I team knew we were fucking. I sigh as I cross my legs.

"As you know Iwaizumi and I are best friends," I reply. This feels so weird to start from the beginning. I haven't thought about this in so long. "For a teammate we always got along. He understood me in ways others didn't. He also supported my dream of wanting to be on the Olympic volleyball team. Anyway, if I had to try to pinpoint when things changed, I would say our 2nd year. It just happened naturally."

"Didn't Iwaizumi have a girlfriend?" asked Yahaba. "I mean not to interrupt you or anything. I just remember everyone being jealous because she was so pretty."

"Yeah…" I drone remembering his girlfriend Jessica. She is Japanese but was born in the US. Moved here because her dad is in the military. The guys loved her because she was so pretty, American, could speak English and new to the school. I hated her. I never liked her. She was stuck up and very superficial. "Iwaizumi is gay. He only dated her to make his parents happy."

"Wow…" replies Yahaba leaning forward. "I thought he just went both ways." I shake my head no.

"He never cared for her in that way," I reply. "I remember his parents found out about us. To this day I'm not sure how as Iwaizumi refused to tell me. His parents tried to keep a short leash on him, but we still managed to see each other a lot because of volleyball. Then our 3rd year he broke up with me."

"I don't understand…" mutters Yahaba.

"That makes the both of us!" I exclaim channeling my hurt from that day. "It's why I refused to speak to him after that. He broke my fucking heart. I love him. It just hurt so much…" I cover my face with my right hand looking down for minute. I glance back at Yahaba. "That is why I can't be around him. I want nothing to do with him if I can help it." Yahaba looks as damaged as I feel.

"I think you should talk to him," he suggests softly. "When I said I don't understand I meant I don't understand why Iwaizumi never told you the truth." Now he has me confused and very curious.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"During Iwaizumi 3rd year his parents threatened to kick him out of the house," he explains. "He told me to not tell you at the time because he wanted you to focus. Channel your energy into finishing school, making the Olympic team." I feel bewildered hearing this. "You know we understand what a great deal of focus it takes to play so I did what he said at that time. I couldn't help but notice the rift between you guys. I pretty much minded my own business until he reached out to me a few weeks back asking for help."

"Oh my god…" I whimper. "Why didn't he just tell me?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," says Yahaba. "You made the Olympic team. I mean you brought home a medal so he still could have reached out. He still loves you. He doesn't even speak to his family anymore because they won't accept his lifestyle." I stand up quickly.

"I need to talk to him!" I exclaim.

"This is not something I think you should talk about over the phone," says Yahaba. I agree with that statement. I can now see why Yahana didn't text me.

"I don't know where the hell he lives," I reply. "You also know how I feel about unannounced visits." Yahaba stands up.

"Look Oikawa," says Yahaba. "That man loves you. He would never turn you away. I have his address if you want it." I stare at Yahaba not knowing what to say. I have so much running through my mind right now.

"Thank you," I reply. "Can I have his address please." Yahaba writes down Iwaizumi address. I rush him out of my apartment wanting to speak to Iwaizumi asap. I understand why he never told me but at the same time when I made the team. He could have come clean then. I tear up thinking about how mean I was to him. How he lost his family because they won't accept who he is. I wasn't there for my best friend, my ex at all.

Iwaizumi on the outer skirts of downtown. That doesn't mean a damn thing as I hit traffic. He lives only 20 minutes from me, but it takes an hour because of traffic. I arrive to his neighborhood surprised to see most of the homes are huge. I mean it is hard to get a house nowadays in Japan. You must be making very good money. I can't even afford a house myself. If I can land more endorsements I will be able to.

I pull into Iwaizumi driveway feeling my nerves get to me as I begin to quiver. I take notice of his nicely trimmed yard and a flower bed with dark brown mulch as I step out of my car. His flower bed has pretty solar lights coming out of the ground too. I get to his front door pressing the doorbell. I fold my arms scared. How is he going to react to seeing me here? What if he doesn't want me at his home? What if he decides he doesn't want me? I know what Yahaba told me, I know what Iwaizumi told me, but you never know. I don't hear anything turning to leave.

"Toru," Iwaizumi calls out as I'm half way to my car. I turn around seeing him in a tee shirt and pajama pants. I can't help it as I begin to chuckle with tears in my eyes. I see he hasn't let go of his love for matching PJ sets. I slowly walk over to him.

"Iwai…" I sniffle with tears leaking from my eyes. I become overwhelmed knowing I left my friend in need. I cover my mouth trying to hold in my sobs. Iwaizumi immediately hugs me.