#and - I hate to admit - I miss writing Atsumu. That dumbass is such a joy to write and my life has been so much less fun without him in it

[redrocketpanda]

Also, on a related but slightly separate note to my last post, I have been turning over an IwaOi one-shot in my mind for months now that I feel deeply compelled to write anytime I listen to State Lines by Novo Amor

Was it all any more faded after all? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know Are you sure, did you call, or did we ever really talk? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't Dear, I wouldn't bet your heart down Clear, but I couldn't get my head around I've been awake in every state line Dyin' to make it last us a lifetime Tryin' to shake that it's all on an incline Find me a way, I'll be yours in a landslide

Like gods if IwaOi weren't made for this angst???

I've had this idea I've wanted to explore over the (yes, very overused but frankly wonderful) situation of Iwaizumi being left behind in Japan as Oikawa embarks on his new life in Argentina, of how hard it hits Iwaizumi as he attempts to reconfigure his life with a huge, gaping hole in it and of the painful processing as he realises what this means, and of the inevitable journey he will end up going on in a desperate attempt to find his way back to Oikawa