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Fights weren’t a stranger to you. It had been an unwelcome visitor in your childhood, one that came too frequently for your liking. It made itself comfortable in your life, never leaving no matter how much pain, how much misery it caused you. It followed you through highschool, college, and now it was here, settled into the little apartment you shared with your boyfriend of eight years.
Some days it was nothing more than a little speck of discomfort, petty arguments over what to eat or something left in the wrong spot. Some days it filled up the room, drowning you in overwhelming anger, bitter words and daggered glares thrown across the room.
Tonight was the latter, filled with harsh, biting statements that you yelled at each other, disregarding that fact that it was late, and the neighbours could probably hear you through the thin walls. They should be used to it by now; the screaming matches you two had were legendary throughout the apartment complex.
The argument replays in your head as you lean against the railing of the balcony, the cool railing biting into your heated skin. If you hadn’t walked out when you did, you were sure you would’ve made an irrational decision that you would come to regret.
The memory of the tail end of your argument has your shoulders folding inward.
“You’re always out with other girls, what else am I supposed to think?” Your hands gesticulated wildly, eyes blazing as you glared at the man you love.
Tooru scoffed derisively, folding his built arms across his chest. Sarcasm drips from every word as he replies your scathing question. “I don’t know, maybe you could have some trust in me?”
Your voice is sharp and disbelieving as you retort. “Not when all I see are those girls draped all over you in the bar!”
“If you’re going to be so irrational and jealous, maybe we shouldn’t be together!” The words hit you hard, forcing you to take a step back. The silence that settles after the statement is stifling, the words daggering into your heart. There isn’t anything you can say in response to that, your mind blank as you process the words he had said. You had to leave, had to get away from the suffocating weight of that statement. Spinning on your heel, you darted out to the balcony, leaving behind a silent Tooru.
God, how did it get this bad?
Your fights had been brutal, filled with malice and anger, but never once had your relationship been questioned like this. Fear and doubt crept into your muddled head, causing tears to spill out of your tired eyes.
Were you really that irrational and jealous? Did you read too much into all those instagram photos and stories? After all, you knew it benefitted his career whenever he socialized.
But it hurt. Especially when you had to see those model-like girls all over him when he had cancelled his plans with you.
“Manager said I had to go.” His voice was apologetic, though you could hear the excitement of attending a party slip into his voice.
Your voice is cheery, almost too much to be real as you reply him. “It’s okay! I’ll cancel the reservations, enjoy yourself love.”
You miss whatever he tries to say as you end the call, the forced smile dropping into a tired tremble, trying your best not to cry. It was for his career, you told yourself. He needs the publicity.
You had spent too many nights to count alone in your dark apartment while he partied in clubs, stumbling back home at dawn with his shirt unbuttoned scandalously low, his hair tousled with the stench of alcohol following after him.
Maybe you weren’t good enough for him. You, who was nothing extraordinary, who had never stood out from the crowd in any way, who had never particularly excelled in anything. Next to him, the Grand King, Mr Popular, you were nothing more than a mere shadow. Maybe he would be better off with someone else, someone who was worthy of him, someone who matched up with his exceptionality.
Your phone chimed, breaking you out of your thoughts. A glance down at the lit screen told you it was your best friend, and a longer look read you the message they sent.
‘If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?’
A broken laugh slips out before you even realize it, a fresh wave of tears washing over you.
“If I had three wishes,” you breathe out into the dark night, the stars watching you silently. “I wish that I was a better person than this. I wish that he would’ve met someone better for him than me. I wish-”
“That you’ll stay in my life forever, because there is no one better for me than you.”
You spun around, heart leaping into your throat as you met Tooru’s red-rimmed eyes. He stepped forward into the balcony, calloused hands reaching for yours. You let him slip his warm hands into your cold ones, and the warmth seeps into you, settling beneath your skin like an old friend.
He inhales shakily, jaw clenching as his eyes glistens. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t want anything or anyone else. I’m sorry for not being the boyfriend you deserve, and I’m sorry for making you feel that you’re not enough when the truth is you’re more than I can ever wish for.”
With every word, the distance between you closes, months and years of unspoken insecurities and anger washed away in the tears that slipped out of both of you. The weight of self-imposed expectations lifted from your weary shoulders, and it feels like you’re eighteen again, back under the same stars that watched you and Tooru get together. Now they watch as you reconcile, celebrating in the little winks they send your way.
“I love you, and only you.” He finishes, earnest eyes locked onto yours. The silent question he asks is answered by the press of your lips against his, and you can feel his relief as he melts into you, hands releasing to wrap around your waist and neck, pulling you as close as he could. You could have stayed like that forever, enveloped in all that was Oikawa Tooru, had it not been for human’s cursed need for oxygen.
Even as you pulled your lips from him, the minute distance too far for your liking, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, relishing in the comfort he brought. His arms tightened around you, and you found yourself back where you belonged, home .
You muttered your final wish, lips brushing softly against his skin. “I wish that we’ll stay like this forever.”