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your couch
Going to different universities really had given them different futures than he'd ever anticipated, but he had still kept Oikawa's number in his phone, all his texts, everything he could to hold onto his childhood friend until one day he'd just -
The call that he'd gotten had been the most terrifying thing to ever happen to him. Flashbacks to their childhood when Oikawa had climbed a fucking tree and nearly cracked his head open falling out of it was the only thing he could compare it to, but he'd run even faster this time when the words sunk in. ("Is this Iwaizumi Hajime? You're listed as Oikawa Tooru's emergency contact - there's been an incident, and...")
Reconnecting has been a struggle. Some people can stop being friends and then reconnect immediately when they fall into each others' lives again, but Hajime has spent his time feeling anger and sadness and remorse in spades, relief that his best friend survived overdosing but hurt that he didn't rely on him like they had relied on one another all throughout their school years together. Happy to have a nuisance at every corner, even if he knows that his best friend hates his son for the mistakes his father made.
But he misses his best friend more than ever, now, when he sees him sitting across the kitchen table. When he knows that he's just a room away. The chasm between them is vast, one that they've only really shouted across rather than tried to span. So he stands on one side, staring out across it at Oikawa's retreating back as he gets his feet back under him, and he mourns the loss.
So rather than allow it to widen, Iwaizumi eyes the clock for a moment before he sighs, heavy and miserable. He climbs out of bed, checks on Tobio in his room, and then heads towards Oikawa's. It's strange to think that he's living there, but he refused to let him leave after he'd taken him home from the hospital, and so here they are.
And here he is, opening the door and stepping in without pretense. He does the same coming to his bed, lifting a foot to nudge at his hip. ] Move over.