Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu! no tags, time travelling, unresolved feelings 510 words, time travellers/scientists!iwaoi
“How much time do you have left?”
Tooru checks his wristwatch and sighs. “Just around twenty minutes.” He glances towards Iwaizumi. “What about you, Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi shakes his head, slightly rueful as he unclasps his watch and holds it up. “I’ve got fifteen.”
Upon hearing that, Tooru groans, whining, “That damned five minutes difference! When will it ever stop being the bane of us?!”
“Some things just never change; just like your tendency to blow things out of proportion,” his friend casually comments while rummaging his knapsack. His hand comes out with a journal and he quickly sets to jotting the details of their current coincidental meeting down. “Just learn to accept it, Kusokawa.”
Tooru’s aware that what’s inevitable will remain so, but if anything, studying and experimenting with time travel has definitely screwed in the necessity of carpe diem to the back of his mind. He grumbles, “You, of all people, should understand it’s never as simple as that. Every single minute— seconds even— counts!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Iwa-chan, stop tuning me out.” He’s a little bit irritated as Iwaizumi continues to ignore him, but whatever; he’d rather not waste this small pocket of still time they’re lucky enough to be able to collide into simultaneously. Tooru rarely gets to see his friend otherwise, since the two of them are usually immersed in different timelines: Tooru flies to the future while Iwaizumi lingers in the past.
(Before they got into this whole thing, Hanamaki had looked at them, confused, asking, “You both usually go everywhere together, so what’s up with the sudden split?”
Tooru had laughed it off— because he didn’t know the answer to that either— but Hajime—Hajime had kept silent.
Tooru wishes he hadn’t; it only reminds him of the noiseless slipping of years to be spent apart.)
Something soft whacks his face and Tooru falls out of his thoughts. “Can’t you just pass me stuff normally? I’m not your personal dartboard, you know.”
“Look, it’s milk bread. I got it when I landed back in Seijou.”
Tooru gapes at him. “You promised you wouldn’t go back that far!”
“I’ve gone and I’ve came back. Deal with it.”
“That’s not the point!” An undefined lump gets caught in his throat, and Tooru wants nothing more than to spit it out, along with his worries and fears and, and— his feelings for Hajime.
(His watch indicates they only have five minutes left.)
Iwaizumi stands up. “I’ve gotta go.” A tear appears in the space of dimensional air behind him; he’s about to step through it until Tooru grabs the edge of his jacket and he pauses to look backwards.
Tootu has, ironically, always been the more tight-lipped one when it comes to weaker moments like this. He closes his eyes and gives in. “Remember to miss me, Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi flicks his forehead and pulls away, calling out over his shoulder, “I’ll get you more milk bread next time!”
Then, the tear swallows him up.
(Tooru doesn’t want more milk bread; he just wants more time with Iwaizumi Hajime.)
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
no tags, time travelling, unresolved feelings
510 words, time travellers/scientists!iwaoi
“How much time do you have left?”
Tooru checks his wristwatch and sighs. “Just around twenty minutes.” He glances towards Iwaizumi. “What about you, Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi shakes his head, slightly rueful as he unclasps his watch and holds it up. “I’ve got fifteen.”
Upon hearing that, Tooru groans, whining, “That damned five minutes difference! When will it ever stop being the bane of us?!”
“Some things just never change; just like your tendency to blow things out of proportion,” his friend casually comments while rummaging his knapsack. His hand comes out with a journal and he quickly sets to jotting the details of their current coincidental meeting down. “Just learn to accept it, Kusokawa.”
Tooru’s aware that what’s inevitable will remain so, but if anything, studying and experimenting with time travel has definitely screwed in the necessity of carpe diem to the back of his mind. He grumbles, “You, of all people, should understand it’s never as simple as that. Every single minute— seconds even— counts!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Iwa-chan, stop tuning me out.” He’s a little bit irritated as Iwaizumi continues to ignore him, but whatever; he’d rather not waste this small pocket of still time they’re lucky enough to be able to collide into simultaneously. Tooru rarely gets to see his friend otherwise, since the two of them are usually immersed in different timelines: Tooru flies to the future while Iwaizumi lingers in the past.
(Before they got into this whole thing, Hanamaki had looked at them, confused, asking, “You both usually go everywhere together, so what’s up with the sudden split?”
Tooru had laughed it off— because he didn’t know the answer to that either— but Hajime—Hajime had kept silent.
Tooru wishes he hadn’t; it only reminds him of the noiseless slipping of years to be spent apart.)
Something soft whacks his face and Tooru falls out of his thoughts. “Can’t you just pass me stuff normally? I’m not your personal dartboard, you know.”
“Look, it’s milk bread. I got it when I landed back in Seijou.”
Tooru gapes at him. “You promised you wouldn’t go back that far!”
“I’ve gone and I’ve came back. Deal with it.”
“That’s not the point!” An undefined lump gets caught in his throat, and Tooru wants nothing more than to spit it out, along with his worries and fears and, and— his feelings for Hajime.
(His watch indicates they only have five minutes left.)
Iwaizumi stands up. “I’ve gotta go.” A tear appears in the space of dimensional air behind him; he’s about to step through it until Tooru grabs the edge of his jacket and he pauses to look backwards.
Tootu has, ironically, always been the more tight-lipped one when it comes to weaker moments like this. He closes his eyes and gives in. “Remember to miss me, Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi flicks his forehead and pulls away, calling out over his shoulder, “I’ll get you more milk bread next time!”
Then, the tear swallows him up.
(Tooru doesn’t want more milk bread; he just wants more time with Iwaizumi Hajime.)