The sudden warmth on his arm brought him back to reality. He pushed the magazine away from his face, taking his earphones off. "What?" He uttered, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Oikawa-san, what the heck are you doing in the gym closet?" He recognized the voice immediately. The first year sat at the end of the mattress and Oikawa pushed himself into a sitting position and motioned to his side.

"Well as you can see, Kindaichi there's this lovely mattress over here and I thought I might as well take a nap," he admitted with a petit tight-lipped smile.

"You should go to class, you still have time," he advised, a small wrinkle forming between his brows. "This isn't like you, Oikawa-san. Skipping class….you're better than that."

Oikawa still felt that haziness from sleep so he couldn't quite read Kindaichi's expression but he felt he was more than concerned. There was a chance he was misunderstanding, but it seemed to Oikawa that Kindaichi was sad for some reason.

The curves of his lips dropped slightly, and his gaze dropped momentarily. "I'm just not feeling very well," he flashed him a quick grin. A quick grin and a lie, was one of the best descriptions for Oikawa Tooru, in fact.

"But…." Kindaichi paused. "You shouldn't let this fight with Iwaizumi-san get you down. It'll be okay, really. You two just need to talk," the first year boy murmured.

"It's not that simple," Oikawa said with a small voice. It was silent for a few seconds. Kindaichi kept glancing at him, not knowing what to say but wanting to say something almost desperately. Oikawa pulled one of his knees to his chest, resting the side of his head on top, looking directly at Kindaichi's eyes. "Who do you love, Kindaichi? Are they really worth loving?"

His first reaction was to blush, of course. First years were still basically middle school boys who knew nothing about love. "Yeah," he began, in spite of his nervousness and discomfort. "He's amazing; definitely the smartest person I know, great at everything… sports, school, people…. He has a really good heart though most people don't usually notice that at first and he doesn't always show what he's feeling and even though he acts like a spoiled brat sometimes he really comes through when you need him…."

He dropped his knee and leaned in, Kindaichi not even noticing Oikawa was so close before it was too late. "Oikawa-san?" He closed the distance between them and kissed Kindaichi softly.

"I'm sure Kunimi-chan likes you too, Kindaichi. You should tell him."

Kindaichi's eyes watered. "Kunimi? Oikawa-san, I'm in love with you." Oikawa's eyes widened a bit and he smiled sincerely happy, and he tried to kiss him again but Kindaichi shoved him away. "No, stop!" Kindaichi stood abruptly and backed away.

Oikawa's vision blurred and his hand flew to his mouth when he realized what he'd done. "I- I'm sorry, Kindaichi," he said. "I'm so sorry." He was just like Iwaizumi. To kiss the one who loved you most without feeling the same was a terrible thing. It could tear them apart, he thought.

Oikawa rose to his feet and instinctively Kindaichi took a step back, clutching at the rim of his jacket with his hands so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I wish…" he said in a small voice, swallowing dry, trying to dissolve the knot forming in his throat. "I wish I was in love with you…" a tear dropped from his eye and he muttered a quick "I'm sorry" before hurrying outside of the gym storage closet.

…

When he heard that first knock on the door a name instantly crossed him mind. He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts and feelings that followed that name. Futile, of course, since the knocking continued.

Oikawa didn't understand why Iwaizumi wouldn't give up. He knew the other teen had been making excuses for him the past few days to the teacher and to the coach. If he was tired of doing so why didn't he simply stop?

Eventually, he rose from his seat and sauntered to his room to fetch his headphones and a game console. He'd never been very good at dealing with his problems.

Soon he dozed off – and he had the weirdest dream. Iwaizumi had broken into his house and was making him dinner, though he couldn't figure out what it was from the smell – he just knew it smelled delicious.

Except – Oikawa was blinking rapidly now to focus his blurry eyes. He supported himself on the armchair as he stood, his hand darting to grab the game console dropping from his lap. He missed it for only a centimeter and it landed on the floor, bouncing once with a clacking noise. His eyes shot up and he noticed the spike-haired teen in the kitchen turning around to meet his gaze.

"Hey," he greeted, averting his gaze to some task. From where he stood Oikawa could hear the sound of something frying, and the sound of Iwaizumi chopping something on a wooden board.

"What are you doing in my house?" Was the obvious question to ask, though there other things in Oikawa's mind.

"Your mom called me, she said your phone was off. She wanted me to tell she was going to be working late tonight and to go ahead and have dinner without her," he said without looking at him.

"So you broke in and decided to make dinner?"

"I know where your mom keeps the spare key."

Oikawa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. His arm dropped slack at his side. He stalked to the island, sitting on a stool. "What are you making," he asked flatly, resting his chin atop his palm. He didn't have the energy to be angry, so he decided to ignore the screaming knot inside his stomach and the hollowness he felt.

"It's a surprise," he commented with a weird lightness to his voice. "You'll love it, I promise." He had that serious look that was common for him, but somehow seemed eager, excited even. Oikawa didn't get it. How could he act like nothing was wrong? Oikawa swallowed dry and blinked the tears away. Did he mean that little to Iwaizumi, that acting normally was this easy for him? Just like the good old days, Oikawa thought bitterly, remembering all those nights they spent at his house having dinner together, playing video games together, and studying together when Iwaizumi didn't know about his feelings. He tried to push away those thoughts. He didn't want to cry.

"So… Apparently there's going to be a history test the day after tomorrow. Do you want to study together? I'm having a hard time memorizing— Oikawa, what's wrong?"

Oikawa rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's nothing," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion. He sniffled, turning in his seat so Iwaizumi wouldn't see his face. "I'm fine," he muttered.

"The hell you are," Iwaizumi cursed, and Oikawa heard his footsteps getting louder as he approached him. "Oikawa," Iwaizumi's hand touched his back and Oikawa fled from his touch, slipping off the wooden stool.

"I said I'm fine!" He shouted, taking deep breaths to try to calm himself. "I'm fine," he whispered, this time mostly to himself.

"I'm…." his voice trailed. Oikawa could feel an apology coming his way, but what was there to forgive? A drunken mistake? It wasn't Iwaizumi's fault he didn't love him back, Oikawa kept telling himself. But if it wasn't Iwaizumi's fault… then it was Oikawa's fault, right? "I didn't mean to hurt you," Iwaizumi admitted, taking a deep breath before he continued. "I'm sorry about that night," he said in a soft voice.

The sadness in his voice hurt the most. "Why?" He spat, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air, but no matter how much he tried the knot in his throat kept tightening. He clenched his fists at his sides trying to keep them from shaking. "I don't understand…" his voice betrayed him mid-sentence. Tears ran down his cheeks, his lips trembling as he pressed them into a thin line. He cleared his throat, loudly, hoping his voice wouldn't fail him and he shut his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?"

He felt warm hands cup his cheeks and he stepped back trying to pull away from Iwaizumi's grasp but the other teen was faster and pushed him against the island. "Look at me," he said. "Look at me, Tooru!" Oikawa reluctantly opened his eyes. Iwaizumi was looking straight at him, his own cheeks blushing and streaked with tear marks. "I kissed you because I love you."

"What," Oikawa's voice came out flat. "What," he repeated. "But I- you, you said it was a mistake," he sobbed. "You said I was— he sobbed again and his whole body shook.

"Tooru," he whispered, clearing his throat so he could speak louder. "I really wanted to- to kiss you bu- but you didn't want me to and the- then you we- were crying," he sniffled.

"I wanted to kiss you too," he blurted out.

"But you said—

"I wanted to kiss you sober," he admitted. "Not like that."

Iwaizumi's eyes widened and they remained silent for a minute staring back at one another, neither of them sure of what to say. "Tooru," Iwaizumi took a step closer to him. "Ca- can I kiss you again?" A light shade of red crept up to Oikawa's cheeks as he smiled meekly and nodded.

"Iwa-chan, I love you too." Oikawa whispered just before their lips touched.

I'd really like some feedback on this one because it was pretty hard for me to write it. This is the third version and I'm actually kind of proud of it and I don't know if the ending's any good or not but I like it (I lit cried writing it). So it would be wonderful to hear your thoughts about this final chaper, whatever they might be!

Thanks for reading!

Oh and I wrote a Coffeeshop AU with these guys, if you'd like to check it out and maybe review...