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It's cold outside and Oikawa wishes the tears on his cheeks would freeze. Frosty air nips at his nose and he breathes in. His lips and eyes are puffy from crying again and he smiles underneath his scarf. He's given up on Iwaizumi and although he still cries, maybe, just maybe, one day he'll look back at all of this and be able to safely say that he's had no regrets.
Maybe one day he'd see Iwaizumi again.
Not likely, though.
Another week and a half has passed since he'd had the particularly huge breakdown and he still hasn't quite gotten over the fact that one person could weaken him this much.
Oikawa sniffles and turns around, going back into his house. At least the heating system in the apartment worked.
He curls himself up in bed as he's done for the past months and wipes his eyes with his still-gloved hands. The brunet rolls around in bed until he's tangled in his scarf and has to get up to shed his clothing until he's in just his alien pajamas.
Oikawa's been detached this week. Something's been off and he can't tell what it is.
Maybe he should still be trying. Maybe he's like this because he doesn't think he can take it if he sends another pleading letter to Iwaizumi. But hot tears roll down his face and he can't help but think that if he'd really gotten over it, they would have stopped leaking out of his eyes and he would be able to laugh again and look his professor in the eyes whenever he's called on.
Maybe.
His hands tighten on the sheets and he lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. His eyes are probably red but he doesn't care. Oikawa winces when someone knocks on the door and is tempted to shout, "Go away!" but then again the visitor would probably be scared off by his red cheeks and nose and dark swollen lips.
He's going to answer it.
Oikawa shuffles to the door and turns the knob. It's unlocked and he berates himself internally for not remembering to turn the deadbolt but he doesn't have time to finish his rant because suddenly a familiar voice shouts, "Oikawa-san!" and he looks up and it's Bokuto.
"What..."
Bokuto disappears for a moment and he can see Akaashi on the stairs outside and then suddenly someone says, "It's really him," and up walks the person Oikawa wants to see most.
Iwaizumi stares at him with wide eyes and a flushed face and then he's been pushed backward into his apartment with a huge weight on his chest and cold lips pressed to his own.
There are still tears running down his face and they're amplified by the fact that Iwaizumi's here he's here he's hERE OH MY GOD-
And he's laughing into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Iwaizumi and pressing every part of him closer to the muscular man and trying to hug him while wiping his tears away. They're now a mess of tears and hugs and laughter and cuddles and before long Hajime's hands are running through Oikawa's hair softly.
His eyelashes have tears stuck to them. They're lit up by cold winter light and the salty liquid shines and all Hajime wants to do is look away because he's disgusted by the beauty he sees in this pure, raw version of Oikawa.
None of that matters when Oikawa pulls him down into another kiss. Not Bokuto and Akaashi's whoops, not the fact that they're both still crying and breathing heavily and not even the fact that it doesn't matter how happy they are because it hurts so fucking badly.
The hole in Oikawa's chest is gone. The empty space in Iwaizumi's mind has been filled.
They whisper "I love you" to each other and suddenly they've never been apart.