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oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about ushijima, and then keeps texting iwaizumi.
hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed area51 t-shirt in his hands, he thinks “i’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't i?”
there's a tiny clock on his wrist, bright red numbers. it's supposed to tick, supposed to move, supposed to tell him when he'll meet his soulmate. the time will run to zero when they've met, moving numbers will become stationary—the ticking that signified uncertainty transforming to the silent stability of forever.
iwaizumi hajime's clock hasn't ticked for as long as he can remember.
oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. the boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.
"you know abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "i hear his older brother is... gay."
hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all oikawa’s fault.
oikawa blames the aliens.
the iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves.