#iwaoi
"How long have you known?"

Matsukawa and Hanamaki can't bring themselves to look at Iwaizumi. Silence spans between them. Iwaizumi feels his heartbeat pulsating in his ears.

"Issei. Takahiro," he growls. Each name said with barely restrained brutality. "Where. Is. He?" https://twitter.com/fireheart_aw/status/1388215326756638722

"Ah," Hanamaki starts, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Inhales sharply, then let's go the most annoyingly long drag Iwaizumi's ever seen. "About that..." he glances to Matsukawa. Who meets his glance with a frustrated sigh.

"Don't get mad, boss."

"Too late for that, Issei." every word is clipped. Bullets being shot rapid fire. He wants to punch something. And he will. Soon, if they don't start talking. "Give me answers. How /long/?"

"Since Friday." Hanamaki rubs his knuckles with his thumb. "That's when he told us."

"He said 'When Iwa-chan finds out he's gonna be pissed and I won't be there to see it so snap a pic," Matsukawa continues and Iwaizumi's ready to spill blood.

He's going to punch Oikawa first. He's decided.

"Also that he'll be waiting for you to pick him up," Hanamaki snorts.