When The Timer Hits Zero. ~Iwaoi~

~Part Eighteen~

It wasn't anything fairytale like. It was clumsy, bad, short, soft, onesided. But it was enough to make my heart flutter, make my face flush an extra shade of red not belonging to the fever, give me a huge smile. I buried my head in his chest, embarrassed, hoping he won't wake up. He doesn't.

I try to fall back asleep, but find myself unable to do so thanks to it being very, very hot, even for someone with a fever. I look at Iwa. He's frowning, redfaced, and sweating. I put my head on his forehead. He's burning with a fever, one that I gave him. I want to tell out to Makki and Mattsun, try to get up, forgetting about my own fever that quickly brings me down again.

When Iwa finally wakes up, it's evening already. He grunts. 'Iwa-chan, I'm sorry, I gave you my fever.' I apologize softly, knowing there's way more to be sorry for than just that. 'Shit, I had a date tomorrow, Trashykawa...' he sighs. 'Why are you even here anyways?' 'I can't remember.' It's not a lie, but it's not the truth either. I haven't bothered to try. I don't want to remember.

'Are Makki and Mattsun still here?' Iwa still sounds tired. He's cute. 'I don't think they are.' I answer. 'Good. Because you have a lot of explaining to do.' He looks at me, tries to sit up but quickly lays back down frowning. 'Don't wanna.' I say, closing my eyes. I'm not up for saying things I'm gonna regret thanks to my fever.

But his stare once again doesn't let go of me. I try to sleep, try to ignore it, but in the end Iwa wins again. He always wins everything. It's not fair. I pout, carefully turn to lay on my back, and put my arm over my eyes. 'I know I'm pretty , but please stop staring at me.' I grunt.

He laughs, just once, almost as if he is mocking me. 'So, explain. Why did you tell Makki and Mattsun about my date?' he starts asking despite my silence, despite our headaches. 'I thought they knew.' I lie. Another stare. Another silence. 'I just had to tell someone.' Another half-lie. 'Why did you join them?' Another question. 'I couldn't let them go alone. And I was curious.' That's an honest answer. He knows.

'Why were you crying?' Worry echoes in his voice. 'I wasn't. I was trying to hide my face.' I still hide my eyes beneath my arm. 'I saw you cry. Don't lie to me.' Iwa sighs. I keep silent and decide to stare back at him. He sighs again. 'Why did you decide to get drunk as shit when you know you can't handle it?' I stay silent again. I can't tell him that it is because I love him, because he broke my heart. He is already mad at me. I wouldn't want to lose him forever.

He finally averts his eyes. 'I don't know what I did wrong, why you suddenly can't trust me anymore. Please tell me how I can fix this.' It's barely a whisper, almost broken, definitely hurt. I don't answer. I turn towards him and put my head against his chest again. Trying to tell him that it's not my fault, that it's all gonna be alright. But it won't. Especially for Iwa.

He pushes me away. 'Oikawa. Tell me.' he asks again. 'I'm sorry, Iwa.' I say again. 'Thank you for everything.' I smile at him sincerely. Again, he sighs. 'I'll be waiting until you're ready, then.' He closes his eyes. Silence falls upon us once again.