36. Together again (Oikawa pov)

                                    

                                          
a/n: OKAY GUYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!!!! (also happy labor day) ive spent the past three weeks doing college stuff, like packing then moving in and classes started last week (oml the amt of classes ive had to switch–) and have been so busy, but i was rly missing my writing and so i did a lot of writing and finished this this weekend. soo yaayyy its oikawa pov, i havent done one of those in forever lol. hope you enjoy the chapter, honestly not sure when the next one will be, well have to see. have a great week!
                          
Being without Koushi for so long was bad enough by itself–a whole week without seeing each other?? Definitely not ideal. I felt miserable though, knowing what a difficult week it was for him, and that I couldn't even be with him.
                          
   "It's not your fault you know." Iwaizumi reassured me as we walked home. "There's no way you could've known." I frowned.
                          
   "No, it is my fault. How bad of a boyfriend am I that I didn't even check when his family members' death anniversaries are?? I mean, we've been dating for like, over two months now, one of them was bound to pass and I should have realized that, but I didn't, and now...now he was away, at training camp, with a bunch of teammates who probably don't understand, weren't there for him like they should've been–which also isn't their fault since they don't know. AND, on top of all that, Ohigan week passed. You know, the really important week when you specifically remember loved ones who have passed on, visit grave sites, etcetera. But still..." I worried about Koushi. So much. The fact that I hadn't even been able to talk to him on the day his brother died? I felt horrible. Awful. Crappy. Plenty of other negative adjectives.
                          
   "Oikawa, do you honestly believe Suga would be mad at you, or disappointed? Because I don't. Just, when you see him this weekend, make up for it. And while you're at it, ask for the other dates, because you don't want to miss another one." Iwaizumi stated firmly. No matter how much I tried to convince Iwaizumi I was in the wrong, he wouldn't have it.
                          
   "Text him tonight. Call him, see how he is. But don't push it if he doesn't respond, he has been at a training camp all week. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Oikawa." Iwaizumi waved and turned down a side road (for the record, it did not escape my notice when a hint of jealousy passed through his eyes at the mention of the training camp). Sighing, I continued on home, looking over my unanswered texts to Koushi on the way. He hadn't responded. Was that bad? What if he really was mad at me? What if something had happened to him? What if–
                          
   No, no no no, I wasn't going to go there. He was probably fine, or alright anyway, and just very tired as Iwaizumi pointed out. I would try again later, give it some more time so I didn't bombard him. Until then, unfortunately, all I could do was wait.
                          
   "Tadaima," I called as I walked in the house. I vaguely registered my parents answering back. Why did today have to suck? First that kid threw up on my shoes on the way to school (Iwaizumi would never let me live that down darnit), I tripped on the stairs in front of a bunch of people, there was no milk bread at lunch (even though there was supposed to be), I did not fantastic on that quiz I got back in calc–and the last thing I could do was ask Koushi for math help right now–I missed more sets than usual at practice, and Koushi. My god I was so worried, what if something had triggered him at training camp, or he had a terrible nightmare and I wasn't there, no one was there, and his brother...
                          
   "Uh uh uh, get back here mister." My mom said. I froze in my steps, about to head up to my room and hide under my covers, pretend homework didn't exist for a few minutes, probably take a shower. It would seem my plans had been foiled though.
                          
   "Yeeeeessssss???" I asked, trudging to the kitchen where my mom was making dinner, my dad at the table and finishing up some work it looked like.