After a few drinks, Sara and I snuck onto the second floor of the club. We stared down, a bit baffled, at the sweaty crowd of drunk partygoers. We weren't supposed to be up here. The sign on the door was labeled as "VIP", but Sara told me that it's always better to ask for an apology than for permission. I could get behind that.
As we explored the secluded floor, I felt the music's pulsing reverberation below my footsteps. It reminded me of my days in high school, escaping all the school dances and wandering through Aoba Johsai's empty hallways... how the music would echo in the distance, like a faraway whisper.
"Hey, Iwaizumi!" Sara called out from a tall platform, the kind used for bachelor parties. "No one's here. Come dance with me!"
"I could say no... but you're gonna make me—"
"Yes, I will! Get up here!"
I hopped on the tiny stage and wrapped my arms around her waist. She was petite and delicate. Towering over her, I'd forgotten how large I was compared to most women. Being around Oikawa—well, he was always an inch or two taller than me. Sara reached up and placed her hands behind my neck. Her fingers sent goosebumps down my back. We danced like drunken fools anyway, just like the people in the club. Bodies so incredibly close. With the muted electronic music playing from down below, it felt like that feeling of escaping a school formal just to dance in the hallways.
Sara leaned against my chest, and I held her closer to me as we danced to our own little rhythm. "I think you're pretty cool," she whispered against my shirt.
"I also think you're pretty cool."
"How would you feel about getting out of here? My place isn't too far away. Trust me, I'm not planning on making you do anything. In fact, you're actually the first person I've invited over in," she paused for a moment, "who knows how long, and well—"
"I'm down. Let's go. But first, we should check on our friends."
She nodded, and we raced downstairs to search for our friends. Kuroo and Bokuto were conversing with a group of other drunk guys. They wished me a safe ride home. I saw Sara, and her group of friends also seemed just fine. We spotted each other, and I pointed to the front door. We both smiled, ready to run away from the noise and sweat of this Shibuya nightclub.
~
Tubes of acrylic paints and stacks of stretched-out canvas panels filled Sara's apartment. Her mattress laid in the middle of her makeshift art studio, surrounded by old books and thrifted lamps. I picked up her copy of Tomie by Junji Ito—a horror manga that Oikawa and I would read until we were both too scared to fall asleep.
"I promise I'm nothing like the psycho killer woman in that book."
"How can I be sure of that? That's what they always say in horror movies, you know."
Sara shook her head and laughed. "Okay, you win. Hollywood, am I right? Same old shit, all the time."
We plopped onto her bed.
"This is the first time anyone has seen my place in weeks. Maybe even months," she uttered below her breath.
"Yeah? How come?"
"Ex-girlfriend moved out after a bad breakup, and I haven't been the type to be in a relationship ever since. I don't want to either. That shit... loving someone and having them leave you... hurts like hell. I need another year or two to recover. The single life is what I need."
"Oh, yes, heartbreak. I've heard of her before."
"I've had my fair share of boyfriends and girlfriends in the past, but nothing hurt more than breaking up with her. Everything we built together. Whoosh. Gone. Evaporated. Just like that. Have you gotten your heart broken before, Iwaizumi?"
I thought about Emiko and how we broke up shortly after moving to Tokyo together. However, it didn't hurt that much. Perhaps, I was never truly in love with her. Yet, there was something that hurt like hell when Oikawa flew off to Taiwan, but I couldn't quite pinpoint a label to that hurt. Calling it heartbreak... felt unfair to myself, to Oikawa, to Ainu.
"Uh," I shrugged. "It's complicated. My high school girlfriend and I broke up after we moved to Tokyo together, but it wasn't too bad. There's someone else though... and now that we're talking about this, he did break my heart. Just a bit..." Sara raised an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe a lot," I admitted.
"Welcome to the depressed bisexual club. We're happy to have you here."
I shoved my face into her waist. "NOOO, but honestly, it's where I belong."
Sara ran her fingers through my hair, and I looked up at her. I saw a loneliness in her eyes, fused with a trickle of longing. I think she could sense the same in mine.
"Oh, Iwaizumi. Protect your heart, okay?" she smiled.
"Random question."
"Ask away."
"Can I kiss you?"
She nodded. "Yep." Her mouth was already waiting like a question.
I hovered over her, my lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly. Then, her lips brushed mine, and I finally kissed her, and everything went oddly quiet, like the early hours of dawn. She pushed me back and pulled me back in, and we began a precarious game with one another. I groaned softly, low in my throat, and then her arms circled my body, gathering my weight against hers, and we tucked ourselves beneath her sheets, tangled together, still kissing.
For the first time since Oikawa left... I felt a little less lonely.
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Secrets in Shibuya - Haikyuu [Oikawa x Iwaizumi]
FanfictionAfter a big rift in high school, Hajime Iwaizumi and Tōru Oikawa thought their friendship was permanently broken. For the rest of their teenage years, the childhood best friends no longer spoke to each other, and distance only continued to pull them...
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