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VI
星屑のなかであなたに出会えたいつかの気持ちのまま会えたらよかった
Just the way he did at his former home, Shouyou perfectly understands his place in this house ―he's just an ornament to Oikawa Tooru. Even so, he works hard to play his part ―he only knows how to read and write thanks to Natsu's lessons, and his calligraphy is far from perfect. This has granted him extra classes as the "lady of the house".
On the bright side, the one and only Oikawa Tooru has allowed him to dedicate his spare time to admire the beauty of the horses inside the stable. He even allows him to ride them occasionally.
Shouyou suspects this is due to Oikawa's eagerness to find free time to spend with his lover, that young samurai at his service, Iwaizumi Hajime. He certainly doesn't mind; he knows he's an intruder in this house, exactly the way he perceives Oikawa in his own life.
Mulling over all this and focused on mastering his name's (well, Natsu's name's) kanjis, Shouyou loses track of time and by the time he realizes it's already past ten o'clock.
He should have been in bed at quarter to ten.
He rushes to return the ink and brushes to their respective places and walks as fast as he can towards his room ―not very fast at that, what with this damn kimono.
When he reaches the corridor that leads to his chamber, Shouyou makes a conscious effort to silence his footsteps.
Nonetheless, what he hears leaves him standing on the door as if he were made of stone.
"You cannot do this. I forbid you. I'm your master and I forbid you".
It's Oikawa, of course ―he can see him across the door left ajar. Iwaizumi stands in front of him.
In this moment, no one would believe they're lovers.
"You know very well the battlefield is where I belo-"
"Nonsense, Iwaizumi."
While the samurai remains unfazed ―apart from the glare directed at Oikawa; Shouyou shudders at the way Oikawa dryly addresses him by his last name instead of his affectionate honorific.
"Someday, Oikawa", mumbles Iwaizumi, "you will be able to comprehend that there are things worth a thousand times more than your whims. And maybe, when that day arrives, you will stop hurting innocent people with your foolish schemes!"
"If you're talking about Hina-chan…"
"I'm talking about me!"
Oikawa stops dead in his tracks, stunned. As if suddenly Iwaizumi had undressed and ridiculed him in front of a crowd.
"It's possible you didn't think of this before, Kusokawa, but I'm a warrior. Not a lover. Let alone a married man's lover."
Oikawa tries again, and Shouyou is able to see his refined ways have been replaced by almost fearful ones. He understands then that there's more than a lord-samurai relationship or just passion between them; there is also an old friendship that entails the foundation of this familiarity.
"Iwa-chan…"
"Think about my words. We shall talk about this when I return. Or…"
Iwaizumi, as every good warrior should do, waits to deal the final blow. Shouyou sees it coming, and presses his lips into a thin line while the samurai offers his back to Oikawa and says:
"Or we will no longer need to talk about this."
He's a man, and suddenly he becomes a shadow; he's gone.
And Oikawa…
Oikawa is just a man, and suddenly he becomes a statue.
No.
That's not right. Oikawa Tooru isn't a statue.
He's just a man.
A man suffering under the heavy weight of a title he's unable to carry.
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