I Hate Iwaizumi, I Have Hated Him for Thirteen Years

"Lean on me, when you're not strong./And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on." The name Iwaizumi is itself a short poem. He is the bones of the rocks, the tears in the center of the earth, and the person that everyone can rely on when they are tired. But I hate him. I hate his perfection, I hate his thoughtfulness, I hate that he will even remember which bread I want to eat casually. Until that night, I saw him sitting in the empty gymnasium, his shoulders slumped, like a mountain that had always stood tall and suddenly became shorter. I just discovered—— That side of the wall seemed to have trapped himself. "Xiaoyan, I'm hungry." "Then eat." "You stay with me." —— Oikawa Toru: I have been waiting for this day for many years.