Campfire Evenings - IwaOi
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It started in middle school. The first time. A new and brilliant setter had arrived, and Toru had a breakdown. He wasn’t a genius like Tobio Kageyama was, and he could feel those metallic blue eyes coming up behind him, getting ready to swipe away everything.

“Let’s go camping,” Iwaizumi had said.

And Toru let himself be dragged into the wilderness with the wing spiker who seemed to see through every shield he tried to put up.

They ate marshmallows that night, ones that were burned from overenthusiastic prodding. They talked about life.

When Toru dipped his head against Iwaizumi’s shoulder, Iwaizumi had not pushed him away. He’d thrown his arm around Toru and pulled him in tight.

“You’re going to be okay,” he’d promised, and stuffed a marshmallow into Toru’s mouth.

It was perfectly cooked.

Now, on the days that Aoba Johsai falls apart during a practice match, or Toru’s serves just won’t land, or the girl that Toru tried to date walks away, when Shiratorizawa yet again reigns supreme, there is a bag of marshmallows waiting for him in his locker.

He always lets Iwaizumi drag him back to the campfire, and thanks him for the perfectly-cooked marshmallows.