There's no other explanation for it. The way his throat closes up, the way his heart pounds in his chest like it's trying to hammer its way out of him, the way he feels like he's burning up from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.
The worst part is, it's come out of nowhere. He can't think of a single reason to suddenly feel this way.
(He's lying. He can think of several; ten in Oikawa's fingers, as they brush against his arm in a gesture that has been familiar and unremarkable for so long but suddenly makes his heart take up residence in his throat; two in Oikawa's eyes and the way they crinkle as he smiles; one in that very smile itself, or maybe one for every time Oikawa's smiled, and Iwaizumi has never realised just how often Oikawa smiles at him until his breath started stuttering every time.)
He can't do this. He doesn't know how he's going to survive. He should just give up now and admit that his best friend is going to be the death of him. It's okay. He's learning to make his peace with it.
He can't think of a better way to go than to burn up under Oikawa's gaze, to disintegrate little by little at every casual touch. It's been happening more frequently these days and Iwaizumi is absolutely sure that one of these days, he's just going to forget how to breathe entirely. He's going to burst, because there's no way to hold all of these feelings inside himself.
Oikawa has always been bad with personal space but he's been forgetting it more often these days, taking a step closer to Iwaizumi and then another and another, until Iwaizumi's back is against the wall and Oikawa's expression is inscrutable, watching him for a moment before backing off. Iwaizumi is left with his heart racing, his palms sweating. He's never thought of himself as overly dramatic when he has Oikawa right there as a comparison but he's going to die.
(Except death doesn't happen like this: it doesn't happen with the press of Oikawa's palm against his as they walk home under a star filled sky, the shy sideway glances as their fingers curl against each other, the mumbled invitation to do homework in Iwaizumi's room. They kneel around the low table in Iwaizumi's room with the door shut, their breath trembling as much as their hands as they press their lips to each other for the first time, and this isn't death at all. It's so much more than that. It's just the beginning.)
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
word count: 446
Iwaizumi is certain that he's dying.
There's no other explanation for it. The way his throat closes up, the way his heart pounds in his chest like it's trying to hammer its way out of him, the way he feels like he's burning up from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.
The worst part is, it's come out of nowhere. He can't think of a single reason to suddenly feel this way.
(He's lying. He can think of several; ten in Oikawa's fingers, as they brush against his arm in a gesture that has been familiar and unremarkable for so long but suddenly makes his heart take up residence in his throat; two in Oikawa's eyes and the way they crinkle as he smiles; one in that very smile itself, or maybe one for every time Oikawa's smiled, and Iwaizumi has never realised just how often Oikawa smiles at him until his breath started stuttering every time.)
He can't do this. He doesn't know how he's going to survive. He should just give up now and admit that his best friend is going to be the death of him. It's okay. He's learning to make his peace with it.
He can't think of a better way to go than to burn up under Oikawa's gaze, to disintegrate little by little at every casual touch. It's been happening more frequently these days and Iwaizumi is absolutely sure that one of these days, he's just going to forget how to breathe entirely. He's going to burst, because there's no way to hold all of these feelings inside himself.
Oikawa has always been bad with personal space but he's been forgetting it more often these days, taking a step closer to Iwaizumi and then another and another, until Iwaizumi's back is against the wall and Oikawa's expression is inscrutable, watching him for a moment before backing off. Iwaizumi is left with his heart racing, his palms sweating. He's never thought of himself as overly dramatic when he has Oikawa right there as a comparison but he's going to die.
(Except death doesn't happen like this: it doesn't happen with the press of Oikawa's palm against his as they walk home under a star filled sky, the shy sideway glances as their fingers curl against each other, the mumbled invitation to do homework in Iwaizumi's room. They kneel around the low table in Iwaizumi's room with the door shut, their breath trembling as much as their hands as they press their lips to each other for the first time, and this isn't death at all. It's so much more than that. It's just the beginning.)