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[Tooru hates just how he got caught by Hajime during the match, feeling sorry for himself and sitting how he had been, all while saying he couldn't just sit around feeling that. Truthfully, he was pissed about Seijoh having lost to Karasuno. More than he'd cared to let on. They had the best team that year, but the freak duo of Tobio and Hinata got the better of them. Even with that perfect set to Hajime and him crashing after it, which still has him sore.

The worst thing is how his heart raced, both startled and how he feels when just being around him, but there's no way Hajime is into him, not like how Tooru feels about him.

Though now his mind is just on distracting himself from blurting out something that could ruin their friendship, and volleyball always helped that. Always helped him have a reason for feeling better. So his pace is quicker once they leave as he's ushering said best friend out the door, not wanting to stay for the awards ceremony when the match finished and Karasuno had won and angered him further.]

Iwa-chan, let's go practice at school. No one should be there, so I can work on my serves without anyone complaining about them.

[Or accidentally nail a teammate in the face because of being distracted. He needed them to be able to practice as hard as they could without him messing up.]

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[He wants to snap and yell that his brain works just like anyone else's, that his thoughts are perfectly fine, as well as the fact it was his fault. But something stops him. A moment of clarity? Or some kind of other thought.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and steps to the side to sit down against a wall, sliding down and tucking his knees close while refusing to make eye contact. Sitting down was probably the smarter of the two ideas in Tooru's mind, and walking off wouldn't do anything to help the current situation.]

I know... I know.

[He hates how right Iwaizumi is, and hates admitting that Kageyama is actually a good player. Even more that part of the reason is the boy watched him and learned that serve of his.]

I KNOW DAMMIT! He's good, better even! I know he's a good player and an even better setter, why do you think he pisses me off? Why do you think I want to beat him and rub it in his face that I won't lose? No matter what I do, he just keeps getting better and better.

[The other reason of why he's so bitter about it and hasn't let it go, aside from the talent and replacing him, is that he's jealous of the fact that Kageyama tossed to his ace. He didn't get pissy if Watari or Hanamaki did, only Kageyama.]

That's not the only thing that'll mess with me forever if I don't get over it.

[The last bit is barely audible, sounding more like a muffled muttering than anything clear like the sudden outburst.]

( briefly, iwaizumi wonders to himself if he started acting as oikawa does, what would happen. if he got all whiny and stupid over the dumbest things on the planet, what would oikawa do? it's probably for the best that he doesn't go down that path — and not only because it's a waste of time, but he would just never, ever do that.

but, anyway.

it's a good thing oikawa stops now instead of walking off, because iwaizumi wouldn't have followed. he would've just let him fuss and be obnoxious all on his own. he sighs again — feels like he's been doing that for a while now — and makes his way over to join oikawa. or, at least, stands over him, just in time to hear that muffled muttering. his brows knit together as he tries to figure out what that means and how it relates to what they're talking about.

he isn't really getting it. so, )

What do you mean? What's going to mess with you forever?

[Of course, of course Iwaizumi had to hear that instead of lecturing him about that jab at himself. No matter how quiet he mutters anything, his best friend always seems to have some kind of superhuman hearing when it came to him. Though, he supposes it could come in handy, but it's only caused Tooru to shoot himself in the foot because of it.

And he never learns because instead of addressing that, he waves his hand like it's nothing with a shrug, all while still refusing eye contact when Iwaizumi gets closer. Like hell he's going to admit what that meant, not when it's clear that feelings aren't the same.

But maybe he can get away with a half-truth. Maybe. Even if his expression says otherwise.]

It's nothing. Just that if I don't go and learn from Blanco, I know I'll regret it. But I'll miss you guys, and I'll have to get over the fact we can't hang out every day.

[He'd already come to terms with that a week after he decided to go to Argentina, but he'd still miss everyone.]

( how many times does he have to lecture oikawa about taking jabs at himself? surely he knows all the counter-arguments (and insults) that iwaizumi gives him. sometimes even he's tired enough to skip it and focus on something else. and that something else is...

whatever this is.

because he... isn't really sure what this is. what's going on? the expression on oikawa's face is a little suspect, but iwaizumi doesn't know what it means, either. he takes a breath (not a sigh this time, but dangerously close) and kicks oikawa's foot. not hard, a light tap, really. )

You're an idiot.

( what else can he say? oikawa is always an idiot. but, this time he thinks there's something else going on and he's not going to foce oikawa to talk about it. he'll talk when he's ready.

probably.

anyway. it's cold outside and he doesn't really want to have a little sit down chat session on the side of the road so he holds out his hand to help oikawa up. )

And what would you do if you stayed here, huh? I won't be here, anyway, and no one else would hang out with you.

Takes one to know one.

[Of course, he makes the childish remark, if only to stuff down his own bad mood further instead of snapping again when Iwaizumi kicks his foot. He knows he's an idiot, he's called himself one several times when doing stupid things or stealing glances at Iwaizumi when he should be paying attention to other things and gets nailed during practice in the head.

Or staring at the offered hand a few seconds longer before accepting the hand and getting up, although with a glare at the words spoken, keeping hold of Iwaizumi's hand a few moments longer before jerking it back and being stuffed in his pocket before letting out a huff and shaking off the glare. Maybe for once he'll think first before getting snippy.

Especially because he didn't know what he'd do, other than have an unhealthy focus on Kageyama.]

I'm sure Makki and Mattsun would! So would Yahaba, maybe Chibi-chan, since he seems to really look up to me. [a pause] You got in? When?

[If Iwaizumi had told him before, Tooru hadn't been paying attention. And if they were going to still be on the same side of the world, maybe he could risk speaking his feelings, but not until that was confirmed.]