Iwaizumi had been standing in the kitchen for 4 hours now and he still hadn't finished the milk bread. He looked annoyed at the clock. It was already 2:30p.m. and he wasn't making any progress. "I'm sticking to the recipe, why isn't it working?" he muttered and sighed. Secretly, he hoped that Oikawa would be late. He didn't care what little secret he would confide in him, it would be a secret. Hajime always thought that Oikawa would tell him everything, but that didn't seem to be the case. He sighed and opened the oven. "I'll just leave them in for 25 minutes this time," he said to himself and slid the milk bread rolls in.

Oikawa

How's it going with the milk bread?;)

Iwaizumi

You will fall in love with them immediately

loserkawa

Oikawa

I don't like these nicknames

Iwaizumi

shittykawa then

Oikawa

now you're just rude

anyways.. look what I found

Iwaizumi got a picture of Oikawa in his old Aoba Johsai jersey and Iwaizumi's scarf

Iwaizumi

You wear my scarf at home?

Oikawa

Don't get any ideas

I'm just freezing and your scarf keeps me warmer than-

than anything else in this house

idiot

why does this scarf keep you so warm too?

Iwaizumi

Because I made it myself, dumbass

Oikawa

Since when can you do that?

It's really good

I'm proud of you

Iwaizumi

Don't treat me like a child

I did it because

I have no idea

I was probably bored

Oikawa

and then you started knitting?

Iwaizumi

better be happy to have something homemade from me

Oikawa

I am, Iwa-chan!

maybe it's just instinct, but

didn't you want to take the milk bread out after ummm

after 25 minutes?

Iwaizumi stood up rushing. How could he forget? He quickly went to the kitchen and opened the oven. He hated this heat. Sighing, he took out the milk bread rolls. "Not bad at all," he muttered.

Iwaizumi had already changed his clothes and picked out the DvD. He really liked this movie. He knew exactly what was going to happen, but it was a really good movie. it was just before 5p.m. If Oikawa took more than 10 minutes, he would be late and would lose.

The brown haired guy got out his list of activities he wanted to do with Oikawa to have nice memories and show him that life wasn't always so empty. On the list there seem to be some small things, like looking at the night sky, building a snowman, making snow angels, baking and going for a walk in the evening, but he also really wanted to make a bigger trip to Osaka for example or to an theme park. He wondered if Oikawa would agree to everything. Iwaizumi wasn't sure. Oikawa was sometimes over-motivated, but there were also times when he just wasn't motivated at all. He smiled slightly and plugged his laptop into the TV. "Then I'll just have to convince him."

At 5:13p.m the doorbell rang. Hajime went to the door with satisfaction and opened it. "Late, as usual," he said triumphantly. When he saw Oikawa, he regretted his tone. "Is everything all right?" he wanted to know and let Oikawa in. His friend sighed and asked if he could sit down. "Of course.", Hajime replied taking off Oikawas jacket.

"What happened, Tooru?"

"Nothing really happened."

"Not really?"

"I feel broken."

"Why?"

"I went to the doctor."

Iwaizumi froze. Judging by the look on Oikawa's face, it must be very bad. The setter sighed and looked up bitterly. "I can forget about volleyball," he said quietly. Iwaizumi looked at him in confusion.

"Since you won the bet - here's a secret. In Argentina, my knee started hurting more, which is why I lost the fun of volleyball over time. I had a hard time keeping it up on Monday, so I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I went to the doctor today and he recommends me to stop playing volleyball or just have a surgery. But the surgery does not assure me that everything will be ok. There is a 50% chance that everything will be fine. If it doesn't go as planned, I pretty much won't be allowed to play any more sports."

Iwaizumi reached out and took Oikawa's hand. His look was not really sad, but not completely blank either. He looked incredibly tired.

"Are you going to do it?", Iwaizumi wanted to know. Oikawa just shrugged his shoulders and wiped away his tear. "Even if I lost the fun, it was a good distraction," he muttered.

"The risks are high, Tooru, and fifty percent is no small amount."

"I know. I'm not sure if I should take the chance. What for? I might not even keep playing."

Iwaizumi knew that Oikawa saw volleyball differently now than when he was younger, but hearing so directly that he might quit felt wrong. "How about coaching?", Iwaizumi wanted to know. Oikawa looked at him in confusion. "You could be a coach, couldn't you?"

"Would that really be something for me?", Oikawa now wanted to know. "Of course it would! No matter what an asshole you were, you were the best captain we could have. I'm sure you'd be good as a coach, too!" retorted Iwaizumi. Oikawa sighed softly and yawned.

Hajime stood up and took the television remote control. He sat down next to Tooru and pointed to his lap. "Put your head on here and lie down. If you fall asleep, I'll just stop the movie so you don't miss the end," Hajime said. Oikawa nodded slowly and put his head on Iwaizumi's lap so that he was facing the TV. "The milk bread looks really yummy," he muttered. When he looked closer, he laughed softly. "Are those supposed to be little volleyballs?" he wanted to know. "Yeah, I thought you liked them that way, and like I said you're supposed to fall in love with them, dumbass."

Iwaizumi stroked Oikawa's hair, "You had them cut, didn't you?". Oikawa nodded. Then there was silence. When the typical detective Conan intro came, Tooru hesitated briefly. "I fell in love with them right away, idiot."