𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟕 - 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃

「 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 」

Hajime ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
dude
oi
pick up ur phone
bitch
oi
oi
oi
oi
trashykawa
shittykawa

Oikawa
f off

Hajime ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
HAH
FINALLY U ANSWERED
BITCH
WHAT HAPPENED TO U AND (Y/N)?

Oikawa
i'll call u

Hajime ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
no babe i can't call rn just spill me the details through text come onn
HELLO?
answer me u ass

Oikawa
no

Hajime ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
pls omg

Oikawa
i'll just tell u tomorrow

Hajime ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
HUH no fun >:(

Oikawa
thats what u get for calling me
those nicknames u idiot

I turned my phone off and continued lifting weights. It was a stressful day and I needed to release the steam. A habit of mine is to work out or lift weights whenever I feel stressed out.

An image flashed through my mind. Her tears, streaming down. Ugh. I loathed myself for making her feel that way and that was enough to fuel me up to lift heavier plates.

"Good morning, Ms. (Y/N)," I greeted her as I bowed my body.

"Good morning, Mr. Oikawa. Let's get to work, shall we?"

My brows furrowed instinctively. Should I apologize to her? I haven't sincerely apologized for acting up like that. (Y/N) made her glances at me. I could read that she's trying to ask me if I'm ready to start the work. Unexpectedly, she gave me a smile.

Wait, why is she looking at me that way? Why is she smiling? Is she really ignoring to what happened to her? Or perhaps she's really over it?

"You can go ahead with these," she broke the silence between us instantly with her soft voice. She handed me files full with paperwork.

"I'll be back."

I could hear the sounds of her platform heels clacking against the wooden floor. The sound slowly faded as her presence left the room. I wonder where she's headed to.

The least I could do for her is to do my job well. I finished all three of these files she gave me. Fixing the watch on my wrist, I examined the digits displayed. It took me about three hours to finish going through all of these. But most importantly, (Y/N) has been gone for three hours. What could she be doing?

I reached for my phone to text her number for an update to my work. It's the right thing to do.

Oikawa
Hey I've finished|

Wait no, that sounds way too casual.

Oikawa
Greetings, Ms. (Y/N)
I, Oikawa Tooru, have fin|

Ew what? That's way too formal. WHY CAN'T I JUST TYPE? It's not that hard, what the fuck? I groaned in stress. It's so hard talking to her I feel like all I'm doing is wrong.

I had the idea to ask Iwaizumi for help. I excused myself out the office and scooted straight to Iwaizumi who was visibly munching down a few snacks from the pantry.

"Busy, are we?"

"O- Mr. Oikawa, you scared me!" Iwaizumi shouted in a shocking manner. Blush was smeared all over his cheeks. I laughed.

"Help me text Ms. (Y/N). I want to tell her that I'm done with the work,"

"No."

"WHAT come on? please?"

"You haven't told me about the whole (Y/N) thing!"

Right. I forgot about that. I shook off Iwaizumi's tendency to be petty and told him a recap of everything he needed to know.

"Okay what the fuck," he responded after I spilled him all the details.

"Are you happy? Now come on, help me text Ms. (Y/N),"

"Help text me what?"

The scent of her flowery perfume lingered inside my nose. It was too late for me to sense it. I could've spotted her beforehand. I turned around and face her. She's unreal — she gets prettier every time. She had her hand on her hip with a mischievous look on her face. I bowed at her.

"I- I was going to text you that.. to tell you that.. uh- I've done.. I've finished my work,"

Crap, why am I stuttering?

"Oh. I see. Why'd you need help from Mr. Iwaizumi?" she asked.

"That's a secret I'll never tell," I caught my cool and fixated my charm on her. She rolled her eyes and gave me a smile.

"Alright then. Come along, let's continue a few things," she gestured her fingers for me. I followed behind her trail like a puppy. She suddenly stopped.

"Oh and Mr. Iwaizumi, please mind the language. Thank you," she added, facing Iwaizumi's face. He thought he was in trouble and was pale for a bit. He bowed repeatedly as (Y/N) turned around and left the scene with me. She's such a badass.

「 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕 」

It was a bit awkward working with Oikawa after what happened yesterday. The feeling of pain was still lingering inside my mind. I tried my best to shake it off like it never happened, atleast for professionalism sake. Oikawa and you worked so hard and concentrated to make sure every detail in work was all good.

Weeks passed and everything was smoother than before. You slowly let your guard down. The pain of the past were no longer affecting you too much. You were able to see him as someone more than just a colleague now — a friendly face who you could trust with your work. Ms. Mina was right, he is good in what he does.

"You're all smiley today, Ms. (Y/N). My handsome face is distracting, I know," Oikawa flaunted a flirt towards you. You thank the gods for your incredible adaptation skill. If he didn't repeatedly joke around flirtatiously around you, you wouldn't be immune to it today. Not wanting to feed into his ego you're even better than that, you can even take part in his game.

"Why on earth would I envision garbage, trashykawa?" You clapped back, making sure to roll your tongue to the 'r' in 'trash'. His pride ached and excused himself to the restroom as Iwaizumi's giggles were echoing in the background.

Yes, the three of you were around each other once more. You were blessed to be surrounded by great colleagues in the office. Nostalgia made advertising planning discussions like casual conversation. Paperwork projects felt like a group project assignments. Just like in high school, you thought. These guys make me feel like in high school. Your mind wandered as you looked through the big glass window on your office room.