"Iwaizumi is going to laugh at you, and I'm going to laugh with him." The man paused, tugging on his ponytail thoughtfully. "Well, after he finishes crying and forcing you to be within five feet of him for a week. Then he'll laugh."

"Iwa-chan isn't that mean!" Oikawa whined, ten years old and pouty. "It was just a stupid truck, shoulda watched where it was going."

"I believe your father would say that you should have watched where you were going, instead of trying to get to icecream faster. Do you know nothing of observation?"

"Obser... observaaaay..."

"Observation. You know, looking at things and figuring out what they do a lot. Patterns and stuff."

"Ah! No." Oikawa said honestly, but his eyes grew narrow and shrewd. "Would doing that help me with volleyball?"

"I'd imagine it would. Predicting how opponents react to certain actions, along with your own teammates, would likely allow you to make a decision that would win you the game." The man nodded, eyes glued to the computer screen.

"Soooo, whatcha doin'?"

"Putting you back into your body, rewinding time, the usual."

"Sounds tricky," Oikawa huffed as he scooted off his chair and tried to walk around the desk.

"Ooooh no you don't," The man said, one of his four hands reaching out to ward Oikawa off. "Live people aren't supposed to see this stuff. Secrets of the universe and all that."

"You just don't want me to get four arms and be even better at volleyball," Oikawa pouted again, eyeing his surroundings thoughtfully. "Besides, if you have all these great secrets, how come you have a lame office?"

"I could tell you this is just how your puny mortal mind sees it all, but really it's because the bosses are lazy like that." He ceased tapping and the keyboard and relaxed, arms sagging behind him happily. "There we go, good as new. Try to keep from dying, ya hear?"

"Sure, Mr. Insect! See you soon!"

"No, I said don-" But Oikawa was already gone, blinking as he noticed the bright sunshine in comparison to the fluorescent hell he'd just been in. He turned back, to see a stunned Iwaizumi staring back at him. The crosswalk light changed in a few seconds, and the Iwaizumi was racing over, practically tackling Oikawa to the pavement.

"Oikawa, you dummy! Stupid Oikawa! Shitty Oikawa! I thought you died!"

And so the day went on, and Iwaizumi did cling to him and insist on sleepovers for a few days. Oikawa didn't really mind- something about that office between life and death had freaked him out a lot more than actually dying probably would have.