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No one on the team has mentioned it to him yet, and he prefers to keep it that way. They likely don’t remember that he and Oikawa Tooru, #13 of the Men’s Argentina National Volleyball Team, played on the same team in high school. And even if they do, they certainly wouldn’t know that they were closer than just the ace and his setter.
If God truly loves him, his team will stay both ignorant and away from him.
When Miya Atsumu sits down next to him, propping his chin on the heel of his hand and staring at him with an unnervingly knowledgeable gaze, Iwaizumi knows that God has forsaken him.
Or; it's the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics, and the Volleyball Olympic gold matchup is between Argentina and Japan. Iwaizumi Hajime, the athletic trainer for the Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team, observes the #13 Argentinian setter from afar. He tells his team that he doesn't know Oikawa Tooru as well as he used to, and he tells himself that the concern he feels for his estranged best friend is just his mind playing cruel tricks.
Until Sakusa Kiyoomi, outside hitter for Team Japan, convinces him otherwise.
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“That’ll be 11.411 yen,” he says.
Mild shock washes over Oikawa upon hearing the cost of his new plant. “For a small plant?”
The sudden exclamation earns him a flat look from the man, who taps the screen near the register twice. “The vase is included. Card or cash?”
A moment of silence passes between them before Oikawa quietly, lamely, replies with: “Card.”
(or: oikawa can't take care of a plant to save his life and iwaizumi, owner of a flower shop, wonders why this guy keeps coming back).
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Facebook marketplace is wild. Sometimes you’ll find a nice house. Sometimes you’ll find free stuff. Sometimes, you’ll find a dude selling himself as a chair to sit on for $1.
Unfortunately for Shouyou, he, because of a joke, is that dude. But fortunately for him, he finds a buyer who’s very interested in purchasing his fac—the chair, I mean, to sit on.
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“You know we can’t technically be married here, but a lot of same – sex couples do this instead. They add the younger partner to the older one’s family registry, they become next of kin, and it gives them a lot of the same rights as a spouse,” Eiji hadn’t been able to hold Ash’s gaze the whole time he spoke, he was looking down at the bedspread now, tracing lines on it with his finger.
Ash looked up at him. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
The question hit Eiji with a stronger force than he would have expected. He felt it in his stomach, in a hot shiver up his spine, and blood rushing to his cheeks. He was suddenly incredibly nervous, because – “Yes, I am.” Eiji took a breath and tried not to feel the sudden way his hands shook with adrenaline, sheer anticipation. “Will you marry me?”
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