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Hehe, yeah, we've been friends for as long as we can remember! Our birthdays are just a month apart and our moms were really good friends, and I know there are pictures of us in our diapers just clinging to each other... so he's stuck with me forever~

[Laughing a little about it, remembering the pictures themselves with a fond expression, Oikawa moves to pick up one of the volleyballs from the bin and toss it lightly in Keisuke's direction; let's play catch, buddy, now that I've got your eye contact.]

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Oh... [And he thought he'd known Akira for a long time. He's not even sure how long it's been—more than ten years, but his memories from the orphanage were so cloudy (when he could remember something at all). They had been kids, sure, but not babies...]

You must know one another really well then, huh... [He'd started to get the instinct to look away (habit), but Oikawa picking up a ball and tossing it at him snapped his attention back. Keisuke catches it easily, largely without thinking. He's a clumsy guy, but he has odd moments where good instinctual reflexes shine through. It's just whenever he's actually thinking about something that he fucks it up...

He doesn't recognize whatever sort of ball it is. Most of the sports he doesn't really recognize—the only sport that'd been anything worth talking about back home had been Bl@ster. He draws the ball toward his chest, tossing it back to Oikawa.] It's... well, it's not good you're here, but it's good you're both here to depend on one another. [His words seem a little heavy.]

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He's the person who knows me best and I'm the person who knows him best! It works out well enough, even if he's mad a lot.

[Laughing lightly and scuffing his shoe mildly on the floor, watching how Keisuke catches the ball - he catches it like a basketball, haa, well that can get drilled out of him if he decided to play - Oikawa finds himself with a fonder smile as he keeps answering. Catching the ball and spinning it up on one finger, he bounces it into place a few times.]

I can agree with that though; I hate that we're here, but if we're here, I'm glad we're both here. Iwa-chan would be okay on his own, probably, but I think I'd have gotten too reckless from the start if he wasn't here.

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[He might've likened that explanation to the friendship that Akira and himself had had, or at least he might've done that at some point but—as much as he thought he'd understood the guy, Keisuke now realizes he didn't know him very well at all. Conversely, he knew Keisuke fairly well, but it was easy to understand him. Almost everything he thought or felt was written all over his face.

He watches Oikawa spin the ball—he must be fairly familiar with it, then, or whatever sport it's for.]

He certainly seems more cautious... [Just from having spoken to Oikawa for a few minutes, he gets the sense that the guy might be one who acts before thinking sometimes.

Keisuke's quiet a moment before asking,] ...Have you ever been apart for very long?

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Mm, Iwa-chan likes to act like my mom sometimes; he makes a really awful face whenever anyone calls him mom though, so it would proooobably be better for me if you don't tell him I said that.

[Snickering to himself when he catches the ball, almost hiding that amused expression behind it, Oikawa blinks when he flicks his eyes up to Keisuke's at that sort of question and he can't help the curious look he gives him.]

No. Not really. He had a family trip out of town one summer when we were in elementary school where I called him frequently, but that's about it. [More like Oikawa was still young enough that he cried every day unless he got to talk to Iwa-chan. And complain about him not being there to play with him.]

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[Keisuke has to laugh at the comparison; if anything, he'd been the "mom" in his friendships (what with his worrying and concern), but he could... understand why Iwaizumi might get a little testy at the comparison.] I won't call him that, promise. [Having never really had parents to understand the comparison, it wouldn't be something he'd jump to very easily—his only feelings for parents in general were uneasy and negative.

He understands it must've been a strange question, but it felt pertinent to Keisuke—he was a little bit lost in how to handle himself without Akira nearby, no matter how their friendship had fallen in the recent past, and he was honestly seeking advice in the most roundabout way he could think to.]

...Was it difficult, or did just being able to talk help? [He knows it wouldn't for him. Even if he had the ability to talk with him, he doesn't know what he'd say.]

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[Just with how he's asking, Oikawa can tell there's a point to the questioning. Some kind of answer, something about how to act without the person you've relied on for a long time, that's about all Oikawa can speculate on with the way Keisuke continues on the topic. It leaves him wondering, but he doesn't know enough yet to ask his own questions. Making a show of thinking, tapping his fingers to his chin while crossing his arms, Oikawa puts his gaze aside briefly at touching the memory.]

No, being able to talk didn't help enough. I was still pretty miserable until he came back - I can't say it was my favorite summer.

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[Of course there is, but whether or not Keisuke will broach the subject is the point of contention. It's still a raw subject with him, something that he had expected to at some point scab over in the weeks (months...) he's been here, but it hasn't.

In the end, he ends up feeling oddly validated by Oikawa's recount. He'd been thinking he was weak in his over-reliance on someone, but maybe that was as little more normal than he thought? He doesn't know.

He nods, is quiet a moment—he feels like prying so much into Oikawa's life without an explanation was rude, so... after a moment of tremulous hesitation,] I - pretty much grew up with someone, and it's... been difficult, so, uh...

[He rubs at the back of his neck, glancing away.] It's - nice hearing it's not just me, I guess...

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It's fine, I call myself super lucky that got here at the same time as Iwa-chan! Not everyone gets to have their best friend in this place. I'd really be more lost without him and we both know it.

[Laughing gently, giving Keisuke a bright, reassuring smile, he wound up reaching to fuss with the balls in the bin a bit behind him.]

So no, it's not just you. Don't worry so much.

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...Yeah. Right.

[Of course it wasn't quite that simple, Keisuke having boiled down a hell of a lot of insecurity and doubt regarding his relationship with his friend to just that one word. He didn't really want to go it now, though (he didn't really want to go into it ever), so he's capitulating.

And beginning to feel a little out of place, a little "outstayed your welcome" (Not true, most likely, but convincing him of that was a different story.)

So,] Well - uh - it was nice meeting you, Tooru, [Keisuke's cultural propensity towards ignoring the somewhat more normal inclinations towards using family names, oops—he still forgets that regularly,] but I - think I've got somewhere to go.