Ship: Oikawa/Iwaizumi, Kageyama/Oikawa Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Original Work:here by intricacies Word Count: 446 words
Pac Rim AUs are my weakness, as are people being unable to do what they love. Love your original fill but I wanted to see Oikawa’s side (and also possibly Oikawa getting a happy ending) so here you go! Warnings for injury, brief discussion of suicide and that’s it.
***
Oikawa knows before the doctors say anything that he’ll never drift again. His knee is ruined; he flirted with the nurse until she showed him his X-ray, aware all the time of Iwaizumi’s disapproving gaze from the next bed.
“I had to know,” he tells Iwaizumi later when he’s cried himself dry and his head throbs almost as much as his knee. “Don’t you see? I had to know.”
“The doctors would have told you eventually,” Iwaizumi says, as soothing and soft as if his dreams hadn’t been shattered when Oikawa’s knee was. “They wanted you to be strong enough to take the news.”
Oikawa barks a laugh at that, tearless but torn. “What do they think I’m going to do, hold my breath until I die? I’m stuck in this bed indefinitely, Iwa-chan. There’s nothing I can do.”
“We can think of what we’re going to do next,” Iwaizumi says like they’re still a unit, like Oikawa actually deserves to have Iwaizumi there when it’s Oikawa’s stupid shattered knee that’s ruining their chances of ever climbing back into Breakpoint.
“Yeah. We can,” Oikawa says, not because he believes there’s anything else worth doing but because he owes Iwaizumi that much at least.
*
Training fighters to become what he should be rankles at Oikawa. He snaps at them more than necessary, is harsher than any of the other trainers. There’s one pair in such perfect sync that it reminds him of Iwaizumi and himself; the small shouty redhead and the tall, quiet dark-haired boy even act the two of them.
Rocket and anchor, he sees when he looks at them, and can’t help but be jealous of how high they’ll fly and how safely they’ll fall.
*
“What’s it like?” Kageyama asks and then clarifies, “Drifting. I -” He looks away, rubbing the back of his head. “I know Hinata and I are drift compatible but I don’t know if I want him in my head.”
That’s one advantage Iwaizumi and Oikawa had had over all the others. They’d known each other since childhood. They’d had no secrets that they needed to hide.
“It’s like having your soul stripped naked,” Oikawa says and watches Kageyama’s eyes widen at the bluntness of Oikawa’s words. “If you’ve got any secrets you’re hiding, he’ll see them. Your worst memories, your most shameful behavior - he’ll see all of it.”
“...” Kageyama stands up hurriedly. “Thank you, Oikawa-san.”
*
Kageyama and Hinata go out together anyway, climbing into the Giant King. They take the kaiju down without sustaining much damage and return to base as triumphant heroes.
Oikawa doesn’t understand why, in the middle of all the celebrations, Hinata keeps staring at him.
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 446 words
Pac Rim AUs are my weakness, as are people being unable to do what they love. Love your original fill but I wanted to see Oikawa’s side (and also possibly Oikawa getting a happy ending) so here you go! Warnings for injury, brief discussion of suicide and that’s it.
***
Oikawa knows before the doctors say anything that he’ll never drift again. His knee is ruined; he flirted with the nurse until she showed him his X-ray, aware all the time of Iwaizumi’s disapproving gaze from the next bed.
“I had to know,” he tells Iwaizumi later when he’s cried himself dry and his head throbs almost as much as his knee. “Don’t you see? I had to know.”
“The doctors would have told you eventually,” Iwaizumi says, as soothing and soft as if his dreams hadn’t been shattered when Oikawa’s knee was. “They wanted you to be strong enough to take the news.”
Oikawa barks a laugh at that, tearless but torn. “What do they think I’m going to do, hold my breath until I die? I’m stuck in this bed indefinitely, Iwa-chan. There’s nothing I can do.”
“We can think of what we’re going to do next,” Iwaizumi says like they’re still a unit, like Oikawa actually deserves to have Iwaizumi there when it’s Oikawa’s stupid shattered knee that’s ruining their chances of ever climbing back into Breakpoint.
“Yeah. We can,” Oikawa says, not because he believes there’s anything else worth doing but because he owes Iwaizumi that much at least.
*
Training fighters to become what he should be rankles at Oikawa. He snaps at them more than necessary, is harsher than any of the other trainers. There’s one pair in such perfect sync that it reminds him of Iwaizumi and himself; the small shouty redhead and the tall, quiet dark-haired boy even act the two of them.
Rocket and anchor, he sees when he looks at them, and can’t help but be jealous of how high they’ll fly and how safely they’ll fall.
*
“What’s it like?” Kageyama asks and then clarifies, “Drifting. I -” He looks away, rubbing the back of his head. “I know Hinata and I are drift compatible but I don’t know if I want him in my head.”
That’s one advantage Iwaizumi and Oikawa had had over all the others. They’d known each other since childhood. They’d had no secrets that they needed to hide.
“It’s like having your soul stripped naked,” Oikawa says and watches Kageyama’s eyes widen at the bluntness of Oikawa’s words. “If you’ve got any secrets you’re hiding, he’ll see them. Your worst memories, your most shameful behavior - he’ll see all of it.”
“...” Kageyama stands up hurriedly. “Thank you, Oikawa-san.”
*
Kageyama and Hinata go out together anyway, climbing into the Giant King. They take the kaiju down without sustaining much damage and return to base as triumphant heroes.
Oikawa doesn’t understand why, in the middle of all the celebrations, Hinata keeps staring at him.