Iwaizumi despised hospitals.
Just the thought of the variety of bacteria flying around the place, each carrying a unique disease bioengineered to ruin people's lives made his skin prickle into goosebumps.
He hated the blank, white walls that seemed to close in on him as he trudged along the sleek floor. He hated how every few minutes he would pass a sobbing person in the hallway, brimming so complete with the loss of someone dear that they all but spilled onto the floor. He hated the disgustingly strong smell of sanitizer that flooded the entire building, causing his head to spin.
He hated the smell most of all, actually. The unbearable stench of death masked with disinfectant and latex gloves
.Due to all this, it was all the more agonizing for Iwaizumi, hairs on end in the very place he loathed with his entire being, as he stood mere feet away from the help desk asking to put in his two weeks' notice.
How did this happen? Well, it was a long and excruciatingly painful story.
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FanfictionOikawa stared at him, mouth downturned into a grimace and eyes glassy with the sheen of unrelenting exhaustion, and Iwaizumi swallowed down a sigh. The pudding long forgotten on the hospital tray as the steady, rhythmic beeping of Oikawa's heart mon...
