~ Prolog ~

~ Third Person POV ~

Oikawa sat, staring tout the window in class. His mind wandering from the lesson being taught. The brunet looked to his right, the boy sitting next to him, his best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

The boy was looking ahead, towards the teacher. The light from the window reflecting off of his Emerald eyes. When Oikawa would look into them he always seemed to get lost in his fantasies, hopes of the future. Not but a week before today, he realized he had feelings for Iwaizumi.

Oikawa walked alongside Iwaizumi, they were talking about volleyball and there games to come. School had been dismissed hours ago and club activities had ended, they were walking home now. They lived two doors down from each other, passing Oikawa's first. "Bye-bye Iwa-chan~" the brunets voice rang out.

"Later Trashykawa."

"SO MEAN IWA-CHAN~".

Iwaizumi continued down the street toward his house as Oikawa ented his own. 'home alone again' he thought to himself. He went up the stairs to his room and flopped down onto his bed. 

His chest began to burn and his throat became dry. He ran to his kitchen and filled a glass with water, not enough, he filled it again, nothing, a third, try again. He filled the glass a fourth time but choked on the water, he set the glass down and coughed into the crook of his arm. That did it, the burning had ceased and his throat no longer dry, but he stared at the items that came out of his mouth. Two teal blue rose petals.

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- burito