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youre not gonna believe this but i opened this app the exact same time you posted your new fic LMAO. I got too excited already read and commented 😂

thank you for reading the soulmate thread again ehehehe

#fanart #oikawa #haikyuu

tbh I’m not sure why I’m cross posting. I think it’s just me chasing the glimmer of hope that there are oikage/iwaoi fans here that I don’t get to interact with on twt. it’s getting lonely there 💔

iwaoi accompaniment:
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oikage accompaniment:
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hajime exclaims and oikawa makes a noise with his throat to indicate he's listening.

“did you know?” hajime asks.

and to that, oikawa chuckles, eyes little half crescents full of fondness and lifetimes of love.

“how could it be anyone else?”

‘a love that transcends time and space’, he recalls as oikawa helps him up.

he looks a mess, face splotchy and shiny with unshed tears and yet, all hajime can think of is how glad he is to be here in this moment with him

his best friend, his partner—his soulmate.

“hey,”

oikawa is the first to crack.

it starts with the tensing of the shoulders. then it turns into audible, visible tremors that rock through his whole body and before hajime knows it, they’re both doubled over on the sidewalk, clutching their stomachs from laughter.

hajime tries again.

“y’know I-“

“I just-”

they pause again.

whether it’s playing in the river by their houses, catching bugs in the forest, practicing spikes on the court or something else altogether in the future—hajime is hajime because he knows tooru.

“hey-”

“iwa-chan-“

they pause.

hajime meets oikawa’s gaze and sees his entire life flashing through wide brown eyes.

if hajime is honest, no matter how far back in his memories he looks, he cannot remember a life without oikawa by his side. and if he is being even more honest—he has loved every minute of it.

throngs of people continue to mill past but for hajime, time has stopped right there.

of course.

of course.

oikawa is holding a soda in one hand and in the other is his own red string that extends into the night sky, until it comes to a perfect loop around hajime’s finger.

the red of the string is vibrant under the bright moonlight—his own little cosmic gesture from the universe.

he notices oikawa approaching from the corner of his eye and waves him over with a free hand.

“by the way, did I tell you that I got my-”

he stills.

the movie is about space and it’s long. really long. hajime forgets some of the plot points as soon as it ends.

what he does remember, is how the main character’s love transcends time and space.

he pulls his hand out of his jeans pocket and gives it another once over.

sometimes he worries that all the strain his best friend put his body through has given him a weak constitution and hajime has been trying to help through less… violent means.

not like he has a choice.

it’ll be a lot harder to kick oikawa’s ass all the way in argentina.

-

‘oikawa’s summer hoodie’ is how hajime remembers this particular one. he has a spring one too that’s thicker but recently oikawa’s been good about bringing his own outerwear in the spring.

it’s a good development. oikawa gets cold literally all the time.

“ow! you brute!” oikawa whines loud enough for someone in the row infront to shush him.

“put it on, idiot. unless you brought your own jacket.”

that shuts him right up.

oikawa lets out a huff and starts pulling the fabric over his head.

hajime rolls his eyes and pops a salty kernel into his mouth.

“I’m joyless because I want to keep all my teeth?”

oikawa winks. “now you’re getting it.”

hajime responds by swatting his head with a bunched up hoodie, hard.

“you’re going to get a stomachache eating all that.”

oikawa scoffs, “naggy iwa-chan.”

he lowers the bucket slightly and gives hajime a look at the divider that separates the bucket in half.

“see? half sweet, half salty. because you are joyless and hate sweet popcorn.”

he makes it into the dark theatre right before the previews.

“iwa-chan, over here!” oikawa whisper yells from somewhere in the back.

he finds his seat easily beside oikawa and an obscenely large bucket of sweet popcorn.

he answers exactly none of those texts because again, oikawa is an annoying dumbass.

he does however, make a mad dash towards the cinema because despite what oikawa says, hajime is a well-mannered guy who doesn’t like making others wait.

hajime has overslept.

he knows this because a certain dumbass has been blowing up his phone for the last 30 minutes.

“iwa-chan, don’t forget our movie!”

“iwa-chan, the popcorn line is so long!”

“iwa-chan, where are you?”

“IWA-CHAAAAA-”

instead, all he wants to do is stay in bed and sleep off this horrible headache.

he debates on it and eventually decides that if the person connected to the other end was truly his soulmate, they’d forgive him for not searching for them immediately.

he goes back to bed.

#iwaoi

early one summer morning, hajime wakes up to a migraine and a red string around his pinky.

“huh.”

he examines it through hooded eyes.

he always thought the day he was presented his soulmate mark would be extraordinary.

people will probably stare at their mismatched hands, one with a soulmate and without.

but tooru doesn’t care. in fact, he hopes they look.

because being chosen by the one you choose is something he won’t trade for anything in the world.

tooru sing-songs as he intertwines their linked hands and pulls tobio along.

they’re almost at the end of the dirt road that leads to a much busier main street with lots of traffic and even more watchful eyes.

tobio’s voice is tentative and meek, a stark contrast to moments ago.

tooru feels the corners of his lips tugging up again. this time, he lets it.

“oikawa-san?” tobio yelps, flustered and very confused.

“about time you stopped sounding like such a cocky brat,”

‘I chose you.’

tooru lets out a shuddery breath.

has summer always been this warm? his body feels like it’s just been through a three hour practice.

that, or iwa-chan has tried to boil him in a sauna again.

“oikawa-san?”

“you don’t think we’re doomed to fail? unlike you, the universe is supposed to be pretty wise,” tooru finishes with a chuckle.

tobio doesn’t even crack a smile, his eyes blue steel.

“I don’t care what the universe wants. I’ve already chosen.”