It was not unusual for Iwaizumi to eat out alone. This was done not out of necessity, he had a very- perhaps too active social life, but a choice he made because he enjoyed it. After a busy day on his feet at work it was just nice to relax in the corner seat of his favourite family restaurant, and forget his stresses in a mix of fattening food, cheap beer and silence.
Taking a sip of said cheap beer, Iwaizumi sighed as he felt the liquid slip down his throat. He closed his eyes. Perfect.
A familiar, nostalgic voice snapped his eyes back open. Iwaizumi frantically turned his head towards the sound, words immediately jamming in his throat at the sight of the tall man towering above his table.
"Oikawa?" He managed to force out.
The man chuckled lightly and pulled down the surgical mask he was wearing to below his chin.
"Shh," He said with a small wink underneath his wide rimmed glasses, "Let's not cause a scene."
Fixing his mask back in place, Oikawa flopped down in the seat opposite Iwaizumi, neither waiting or asking for permission.
"Wow, fancy us both being here at the same time, what a coincidence Iwa-chan!" He gushed, "You haven't changed one bit. The same ugly scowl. How long has it been?"
"5 years." Iwaizumi said immediately, instantly regretting his lack of hesitation.
He could sense Oikawa's lips turn up in a small smirk underneath his mask, and it took all that Iwaizumi had to prevent his cheeks from turning red in either annoyance or embarrassment.
"Yes, I suppose it has been."
Oikawa reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, before once again pulling down his mask.
"You don't mind, do you?" He said, shaking the pack in front of him.
Iwaizumi shook his head, and Oikawa flashed a quick smile before bringing a cigarette to his lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke in a steady stream in front of him.
This time Iwaizumi had an opportunity to study his face. Really Oikawa had not changed much either, at least appearance wise. The lines of his face had matured and had lost some of it's youthfulness which was to be expected at 25. His hair was in the same irritating flicks, and although it was not uncommon to see Oikawa in glasses, Iwaizumi was sure half of their role now was to hide the noticeable darkness underneath his eyes. Yet he was undeniably still beautiful.
"So," Oikawa continued, "How have you been? I guess that's what people usually say at times like this, mm? What do you do?"
Straight to the point.
"I'm a sports therapist at a private hospital." Iwaizumi said, taking a bite of his now lukewarm meal.
"Knew it!" Oikawa grinned as though it was some sort of personal achievement, "I guess I still had some sort of influence on you!"
"Who said it had anything to do with you, Shittykawa?" Iwaizumi grumbled.
Oikawa laughed, high pitched and almost sounding genuine.
"There's my Iwa-chan!" He said, "Being mean as always."
He paused to take another drag of his cigarette, eyes fixated on Iwaizumi.
"I'm an actor." Oikawa stated, smoothly continuing the conversation. His expression caught somewhere between offended that Iwaizumi didn't ask, and proud.
"Have you seen any of my movies or dramas, Iwa-chan?"
"As if I would do that." Iwaizumi snorted, downing the rest of his beer and enjoying the burn down his throat, "I bet you over-act in all of them."
"So mean! I am a national star, y'know." Oikawa said, flashing a peace sign. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes.
"Not to me. You're still just an annoying childhood friend."
A ghost of a smile flickered across his face before it faded into smoke.
"Have you kept in contact with anyone from high school?" He asked, voice kept at a casual level.
"Yeah. Most of the other Seijoh third years and some people from Nekoma and Karasuno too."
"No, Iwa-chan. Please don't say you have replaced me with Tobio-chan?" Oikawa said, looking mock scandalized, "I forgive a lot of things but that really pushes my boundaries."
"Not Kageyama in particular, although he is fine. I am sure you would be relieved to hear that."
"Is he with Chibi-chan?"
Oikawa smiled, this time not as genuine.
"I'm glad that we can talk like this again though, it is almost like no time has passed at all. I can't even remember what we fought about. Can you?"
Iwaizumi didn't answer. Of course they both remembered.
"I never really wanted to be an actor." Oikawa continued lightly, exhaling a last round of smoke before stubbing the rest of the cigarette out in the ashtray on the table, "But I had to do something, and I figured I was already so good at lying."
Iwaizumi could feel the weight of his words, and it was beginning to get too much.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He said, pushing his now unappetizing meal out of the way.
Oikawa blinked, and tilted his head.
"It's our favourite restaurant."
"When we were in college, not now." Iwaizumi said with a sigh, "Surely a damn 'national star' can afford better. I know I can."
"Then what are you doing here, Iwa-chan?"
"You haven't even ordered anything. You'll starve." Iwaizumi said dodging the question, throwing the laminated menu at Oikawa where it propelled forward a few centimeters before falling pathetically onto the table.
They both stared at it for a minute, before Oikawa burst into a fit of laughter, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. He pulled his mask back up as his outburst began to garner attention.
"I'm not hungry." He said, with one last laugh.
"Then why come to a restaurant, idiot."
"Why do you think?"
Iwaizumi was not going to play that game, not this evening. Not anymore.
"I've gotta go." Iwaizumi said, standing up and grabbing the bill from the table.
"We should exchange numbers first." Oikawa said, pulling out his phone.
Iwaizumi shook his head.
"I don't think we should."
Oikawa pursed his lips briefly, before tucking his phone back into his bag.
"Maybe you're right, wouldn't want you leaking my number online."
Iwaizumi knew what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to say 'Of course I wouldn't do that, idiot.' and change his mind, giving Oikawa his number to prove a point. Iwaizumi allowed some of Oikawa's manipulations to get through. But not this one.
"Bye. Good luck with the acting."
"Bye bye Iwa-chan. I'm glad you haven't changed. It's sort of a relief."
Iwaizumi acknowledged Oikawa's remark with a grunt, before heading to the counter to pay. He didn't look back.
It really hit him when Iwaizumi reached the darkness of his apartment. He didn't bother to flick on the light switch as he tossed his jacket onto the sofa and headed straight for the bedroom. Collapsing on to his bed, Iwaizumi looked up at the ceiling and swore loudly.
Oikawa Tooru. The man he had spent the last five years failing to forget a lifetime of memories of just happened to appear in front of him in a grotty family restaurant. Tokyo was a big place. Oikawa was a big star. And coincidences like that just didn't happen.
It could have been worse. One of them could have said 'I missed you.' Then Iwaizumi did not know what he would have done.
"You haven't changed either, Shittykawa." He whispered, trying to shake images of soft brown eyes and curls from his mind.
His phone vibrated.
Iwaizumi jolted. Surely, Oikawa didn't take his number when he wasn't looking? Hand shaking, he grabbed his phone, the pounding in his heart settling immediately when he saw who the call was from.
"Sorry Hajime, were you sleeping?" The female voice rang through, a smile spreading across Iwaizumi's face.
"No, I'm good." He said, "Is everything okay, Rina?"
"Yep, I have good news actually!" Rina said, her excitement clear from the phone, "I managed to get tickets to the midnight screening of the new film you wanted to see- the one staring Oikawa Tooru. It's out next week."
"Yeah, sounds great. Thanks." He said quickly, "You know what I am pretty tired. I think I'm gonna sleep. Sorry."
"You sound it. Sweet dreams Hajime. I love you."
He ended the call with a large sigh.
Iwaizumi had his own life now. So did Oikawa. Two completely incompatible lives that had no reason to cross except a lingering sense of nostalgia. He was nothing to do with him now, didn't even know why Oikawa would sit at the same table as him. He was not a big star, or one of his supposed many friends in the world of show business.
He forgot to ask Oikawa how his knee was.
With another loud swear, Iwaizumi shed his clothes onto the floor and set the alarm on his phone. His teeth could wait until the morning. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers roughly over his head, encompassing himself in further darkness.
Iwaizumi closed his eyes, deciding not to think anymore about Oikawa Tooru and what could have been between them. They just met for one last time, that was all. Just one last time to confirm that everything was over between them.
He should have taken his number.