When Oikawa opened his eyes, he was met by a familiar view of a lake. He could remember it clearly, he used to come here when he was still alive.

He stood up and felt a sharp pain in his back, must be his wings. Damn, it hurt badly, but his heart hurt more. He didn't care if he lost his wings, all he wanted was to see Iwaizumi (a/n ok wtf my phone corrected Iwaizumi to Mussolini like wtf I ain't trying to rule Italy) once again.

He started walking, but it was hard. The clouds that he walked on up there were soft, but the ground here was hard and cold. He felt shivers run down his spine, it was dark and cold.  His eyes caught some clothes left to dry, he knew that stealing is a sin, but at thr moment Oikawa didn't have a single fuck to give.

He stole a hoodie and put it over his head. The pants that he was wearing were okay, and he had some white shoes on.. Heaven, everything is white there...

The reason why he took a hoodie and not anything else was because he needed to cover his face, how would people react if they saw Oikawa walking around when he's supposed to lying in his coffin 6ft underground.

Actually, his first stop was the cemetery. Oikawa's an angel, therefore he was able to see things others couldn't. Most graves were glowing bright, it was a sign that a soul went to heaven, some graves were dark and scary, meaning that the soul went to hell.

His eyes caught a particular one. It was on the other side of the cemetery, but it was glowing so bright that the light almost blinded Oikawa. He walked closer to it and gasped as he saw what was written on it.

Oikawa Tooru
1991-2017

R.I.P

Oikawa felt tears forming in his eyes as he felt a familiar presence near his own grave. It was radiating from roses. It was Iwaizumi's presence.

"Why Iwaizumi... Why..." Oikawa sobbed quietly to himself, he missed him. He missed him more than anything else.

After a couple more minutes he left the cemetery and started walking around, he hoped to find someone who could help him, but all he could do was hide his face from the colleagues he used to work with.

That was until his eyes caught a figure. Oikawa recognized that lean and tall figure in the distance. He quickly approached it and tapped on it's shoulder.

"Akaashi?" Oikawa asked quietly, hoping he didn't make a mistake.

"What is i-- Oikawa?!" Akaashi turned around, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ah, thank God it's you. Wait... Don't thank God." Oikawa smiled faintly.

"I thought I would never see you again!" Akaashi went to hug him, but stopped. "You're.. You're radiating angelic power"

"Ah.. Yeah.. I'm sort of an angel thanks to Iwaizumi" Oikawa sighed.

"Oh, I see. Speaking of Iwaizumi, are you looking for him?" it felt as if Akaashi read his mind.

"Yes! Is he still here or?" Oikawa felt a spark of hope tingle inside of him.

"He's back to hell, unfortunately. I swear... I've never seen him that miserable. When you died.... He looked so vain, for the first time I saw him cry. It hurt me to watch him suffer like that. And so, he went back to hell" Akaashi explained.

"Ah.. I see. Can you help me get down there?" Oikawa asked, hoping that Akaashi could take him down to hell.

"I can't. There are archangels in this city and I cannot come back till I get rid of them" Akaashi sighed.

"How about Mattsun?" Oikawa's eyes sparkled.

"Ah.. Matsukawa... He's dead"

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He died and went to another dimension in order to become an assistant and tell dick jokes to everyone

-Hatari