Watching, Waiting, Shaping

( found a cute little bee that was resting! )

                    The past few days had been a borderline of annoyance and sheer                isolation  in  the  small  home his mother owned。Course, throughout                it all, he mother hadn’t been  there  for  any  of  it。 Only  a  few  days                before did his mother suddenly decide  to  go  visit  his  grandmother,                who lived on one  of  the  Mediterranean  Islands,  he  forgets  which。               Shaking  his  head  at  the  thought,  he  let  his fingers fiddle with the               keychain his mother had given him years earlier。                       His mind was too far gone to even notice that  the  gift  from  his                mother at slipped through his  fingers  and  onto  the  floor。 He  only                noticed   when   he   started  hearing  someone  call  out。 The  voice                was   a   familiar   one,   but  he  couldn’t  really  put  his  finger  on  it。               Iwaizumi turned around to spot the very  cowlick  locks  that  haunted                his childhood nightmares along  with  the  rest  of  his  school  career。               Course, who else would fucking say ‘Yoo Hoo’ in a damn crowd? 

        His smile faltered just a little as he froze in surprise, light brown eyes wide. How had he missed the fact that Iwaizumi was the person he was trying to catch the attention of? His smile transformed into a cheeky grin, one hand resting on his hip as he leaned his weight on it, the other holding out the little charm.

        Despite the constant stream of rain over the last few days and the threat it cast on his plans, Oikawa Tooru was in an excellent mood. Summer break had just begun, his birthday fell on a holiday once again this year, and so far everything had been going exceedingly well. The setter hummed to himself, not caring how many people heard his slightly off-key rendition of a popular song as he idly flipped a page in a magazine and waited for his cup of coffee to cool just a little more.

        He'd arrived to this downtown café earlier than the person he was planning on meeting, all the while busying himself with the good atmosphere and some people-watching as he sat outside. Oikawa was just about to check the time when something fell out of a pocket of someone walking by, and he called out as he picked it up. He felt the weight of the little trinket in his hand as he stood, and the quickest of glimpses told him that it was well-loved, what with little dents and the colour just a bit faded. "Excuse me! Excuse me~ Yoo-hoo~, you dropped something!"

        For now, though, he was still at home in the familiarity of Sendai.  Hands in his pockets, shoes tp-tping lightly on the concrete below as the wavy-haired brunet took a day to himself in another ward of the city.  A coffee and a small snack from one of his favoured cafés sounded perfectly appealing when he set out, and it was now that the storefront was in sight.  Keen eyes scanned the decorations in the windows as he approached, though his line of sight of a particularly cute one was cut off by someone’s figure as they stopped to look at their phone.  This didn’t particularly bother Oikawa, and he was content to simply continue on his way through the door, but something stopped him as a quick glance to the face of the person in question instantly summoned recognition.  His posture straightening only long enough to lean back casually, a slight quirk of one eyebrow and a light smirk gracing his features, the setter stopped outside of the line of potential traffic in or out of the establishment and spoke up,

        It was probably going to be another two hours before Seijou’s first game of the tournament weekend, and Oikawa had time to kill.  He had already squeezed in a small nap, so between that and his budding excitement, the third-year captain was feeling more than awake.  Bright brown eyes darted keenly around the area, intent on finding something to occupy his time with for a short while…to little avail.  The charismatic setter had slipped away to a portion of the stadium building that seemed to lack fans eager for pictures, an element of his current surroundings that he was thankful for.  He had already been asked for more pictures than usual — a side-effect of his final inter-high, he figured — and he knew that this number would only increase as the day went on, as well as over the next two days.

        Looking over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, Oikawa gazed out of the large window behind him.  Although the city of Sendai was where he had grown up, and he had been to this gymnasium many times, he was briefly overcome with the realisation that this back-lobby view wouldn’t be something he would be coming back to twice a year.  Of course, Tooru had the past year to get used to this idea, and while it was a little bittersweet, he had thought himself successful in this mindset.  Taking in the familiar architecture and landscape, however, he felt a sentimental tug in his chest.  The feeling bothered him, but he let it run its course.

              It’s just because I’m not done here, yet.                                                              We aren’t done here.        After this tournament, I’ll be completely ready to take the next step and move on.

        Turning his sights back to the lobby, the brunet pulled out his phone and set his attentions on unlocking the device and pulling up an app.  He righted his somewhat slouched posture, lifted one arm, turned the back-side camera toward him (Oikawa preferred the HD pictures to those caught by the front-facing lens), tilted his head and flashed the sign for victory with a bright smile and a wink, and clicked the snapshot button his index finger hovered over on the other side.  He pulled back the phone and went to look at his gallery, and found himself quite satisfied with the results with just this one shot.  Not only did he look great, but the courtyard was captured beautifully behind him, just as he’d hoped.