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Oikawa had it all. At the young age of 25 he was already a pro volleyball star in a foreign in an extremely talented team. He earned quite a sum of money, he had fame, he had fans, he had anything anyone wanted. It didn’t happen overnight though; he had worked hard for it. He had left everything back in Japan, his reputation, his family, his best friend, the comfort of his own home in order to pursue what he wanted to. But the things he left behind would come back to taunt him.
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San Juan was an amazing place to live, at least Oikawa believed so. After all he had been living there for seven whole years, this place was now his so called ‘home’. The Japanese loved the climate there, the people were so cheerful and welcoming, and best of all his team was quite the talented bunch. He was so grateful about the fact that he was able to make a living out of his passion, in an amazing team, in a wonderful city. He wouldn’t change it for anything.
Tooru would usually wake up early, he would go for a quick jog and got some breakfast a local café ran by a sweet old lady. The place was quite near his apartment, so he had become a regular there. They knew his order by heart. He would chat with the wonderful abuela that made the fresh pastries, the woman loved him.
Who wouldn’t love Oikawa Tooru? He was the example of a man you bring to have dinner with your parents. A man who is extremely charming, brimming with personality, motivated and hard working. When the abuela found out he was single, she was is shock. What Oikawa hadn’t told her, was the fact that he was bisexual and that he wasn’t amazing in loving relationships.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a lover before. Back when he was in high school, him and his best friend, Iwaizumi, had dated for year before breaking up because they were better as friends. He had dated two girls after that: Hana and Miwa.
His relationship with Hana wasn’t successful, it had lasted around three months before the girl complained about how Oikawa only invested his attention towards the sport. It was an instant breakup after that discussion.
On the other side, Miwa had been the only relationship he thought would last. It did, for a year. Miwa didn’t ask for his attention 24/7, she had played volleyball and understood his passion. People often didn’t think they were dating, they often thought they were only good friends. That was far from true. It was a surprise to Oikawa when the girl approached him one day asking to talk about their relationship.
“What’s wrong? What did you want to talk about?”, the brunette asked as he changed his shoes from volleyball practice.
“Can I say it you on a more private place?”, Miwa asked with a concerned expression on her face.
Oikawa made a noise of agreement and said, “Sure, let’s walk home together.”
Miwa only nodded and the pair started to walk out of the school. They walked in an awkward silence until they reached the bus station that Miwa used to return home. They sat together in silence. Miwa stared around before she spoke to her boyfriend.
“I’ve been thinking about us, I can’t express how much I think you are an amazing person but… I think we should break up.”
Oikawa stared at her with surprise in his eyes. He had thought everything was fine, correction, everything between was fine. Was he such a shitty boyfriend? He wondered. The brunette sighed and stared at his feet and uttered, “That’s fine.” Miwa stared at him, with a nervous expression.
She hesitated before she said something again. “It isn’t you. It’s me,” she blurted. What a cliché line, Tooru thought. He chuckled lightly and stared at her. Oikawa was surprised to see the girl with extremely red face and tears almost springing out of her dark blue eyes. The boy immediately stopped his grinning expression and asked her if she was alright.
Miwa quickly said, “I mean it.” Oikawa stared at her with doubt, waiting for her to elaborate. The raven-haired girl opened her mouth and closed it, as if she wanted to say something.
After repeating the motion for some time, she finally uttered in rushed voice:
“I think I’m a lesbian.”
Oikawa was surprised to hear this. They had sex before, and it seemed like it was enjoyable for both of them. Had she lied?
“Oh,” Oikawa said and he took a big pause, “You know, I’m not going to judge you,I’m bi and its totally fine. I’m not angry, just surprised I guess…” He said looking to reassure the girl.
The fact that Miwa had revealed such an important fact to him, amazed Oikawa. He knew how hard it was to come out to someone, especially in Japan. After he said that Miwa looked way relaxed.
She took a deep breath, looked at him straight into his eyes and said, “You truly are wonderful, you are an amazing person. I know you’ll find the right person for you. I’m sorry.” “You are way more wonderful than me Miwa. I’m sure you’ll find an amazing girl to date you.”
Both of them looked at each other, communicating what words couldn’t. The bus came quickly after that, and the girl bid her farewell and they parted ways.
That was two months before their graduation. After that, they would talk sometimes but never for too long. A month had passed, which meant Oikawa only had a moth left in Japan before he left for Argentina. It surprised him, when the raven had asked him to meet one day at the park near the school. He couldn’t imagine what she would tell him made him rethink his decision to leave the country.
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Oikawa was currently in the volleyball gym with his Argentinian teammates, they were having a practice match against a local team. Tooru was playing as amazing as all ways, his sets were tailored for each of his team’s spikers. The San Juan team was currently winning, they had already the first set in bag, and had the advantage of 16 points against 7 in the second set. Oikawa continued to play until they reached match point to finish the set.
It was his turn to serve. He was brimming with excitement; he could see how the other team was uneasy. He was a monster on the court, it filled him with pride to see the opponents squiggling in fear of his abominable serve. Oikawa swiftly spun the ball on the tips of his fingers, feeling the weight of the ball. He stared straight into the opponent side as he served the ball up. The man jumped in a graceful manner, doing a perfect serve filled with so much force that it seemed that ball had changed shape as she hit it. The other team was paralyzed, and the point was swiftly earned.
Tooru and his teammates quickly shared a group hug and went to take a break before they played another set. The brunette quickly grabbed his water bottle and chugged a big portion of it. As he drank, the coach approached him.
“Tooru, tu teléfono está sonando como loco,” (Tooru your phone’s ringing like crazy.) Said the coach as he scratched his white beard.
“¿En serio? Déjame checo quién me ha estado marcando,”(Really? Let me check who’s been calling me.)
The setter quickly grabbed his phone from the rack in which they stored them before games. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was Iwaizumi. It was 4 pm in Argentina, that meant it was 4 am in Japan. What the hell was so important that had Iwaizumi awake at this hour and had him calling him more than 6 times? He quickly unlocked his phone and pressed his best friend’s phone number.
As Iwaizumi answered Oikawa quickly interrupted him in Japanese, “Iwa-chan I’m in the middle of a practice game. Why are you calling at this hour?” “Oikawa you need to come back to Japan,” Oikawa hear his friend say in gruffly into the phone.
“Why would I do that? Perhaps you miss me too much,” Oikawa teased in a higher tone.
“Tooru”, Oikawa quickly closed his mouth. Iwaizumi only called him by his first name when it was something serious, “Miwa’s dead. She was involved in an accident. You have to come and take care of him.”
Tooru had an unreadable expression. His team quickly turned their heads and looked confused as Oikawa looked into the void with an expression that couldn’t be put into words. “What about her grandpa, he should be able to take care of him,” Oikawa muttered, as he clenched his fist.
“Oikawa,” he heard the raven sigh deeply, “He died of a disease 3 years ago. You are the only relative that Tobio has left. You are the only one who can take care of him. You’re on his birth certificate as his father, they are asking for you to take custody.”
Oikawa hanged up the phone, not saying anything. His team and coache stared at him curiously before the Japanese setter uttered that he had to go and promptly left the gym.