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Matsukawa Issei couldn’t sleep.
He tossed and rolled and turned and took the covers off and put the covers on again and he still. could. not. sleep. It certainly wasn't coursework on his mind - who would worry about that anyways? - and everything, for once, was fine between the other two students he knew from school, the infamous couple that was Iwaizumi and Oikawa.
Now Matsukawa was straight. Straight as an arrow. He'd dated women in high school, and that confirmed his complete and total straightness. But he was bothered about a guy. Hanamaki Takahiro. His name rolled off Matsukawa’s tongue like a loving, longing sigh, which was concerning to say the least. He was Matsukawa’s best friend from high school, and he couldn't imagine being without him. In a friend way. Of course in a friend kind of way.
But alas, he was without him. Hanamaki had fucked off to Tokyo the second school ended to go find a job. And good luck to him. Matsukawa had spent the last couple of years at Aoba Johsai jokingly flirting with him, but he’d never picked up on it, which was good, because Matsukawa had been 100%, entirely joking, because he was straight and definitely not actually into his best friend. It was just a joke.
Still, he internally cringed every time he thought about the smirks he’d given his friend, the cheesy pick up lines he was just practicing to use later on girls, of course, the way he’d complimented his laugh the one time when he was really drunk. Of course it all meant nothing, but his relationship with Hanamaki still bothered him. Enough to keep him awake at night, it seemed.
They hadn't talked. At all, not since high school. Hanamaki hadn't texted him once , not even to share a meme. Matsukawa has sent texts, actually agonised over wording them, for some inexplicable reason, but they hadn't even been read and he’d just unsent them after a couple of days. They’d never gone this long without talking since they’d met, and of course it made sense - people grew apart after high school when they met new people - but they weren't meant to do that. Matsukawa hadn’t thought they were meant to. His friend must have just had other ideas.
Matsukawa turned over again. And again. And he got to sleep.