[RIP Iwaizumi's blood vessels. Every single one of them is exploding.]
How. Was it. Your fault? [Iwaizumi is very very sure that it was not, but. He will hear the other side of the story out. Before he starts making Oikawa's grave nice and comfortable for its new inhabitant.]
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How. Was it. Your fault? [Iwaizumi is very very sure that it was not, but. He will hear the other side of the story out. Before he starts making Oikawa's grave nice and comfortable for its new inhabitant.]