𓍢ִ໋ ㅤ 𝗝UST A STRANGER 、t. oikawa .ᐟ 𓈒 ׄ ׅ

▬▬▬ ❛ ❏ 21. 𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟 !

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♡︎ BUSINESS CASUAL !

THE DING SOUND of the elevator rings, signaling to the pair of you that you reached the destination of the sixth floor. The steel doors peel apart, opening for the two of you to step out into the desolate hallway, hand in hand. You strut down the empty hallway silently, the only sound coming from your expensive dress shoes clicking against the floor. A yawn escapes your lips and Oikawa's eyes are quick to shift to his side view. He nudges your shoulder slightly and you immediately fix your posture - standing up straight and off the anchor of his body.

You arrive at a large gray-toned wooden door, cased in the polished steel door frame— which was so clean you could clearly depict your image through the surface. There's a silver nameplate on the door, the initials 'I.M' etched in black script across. Beneath the initials lies 'CEO & Sr. Stock Advisor'. So, this is who was so important to meet. Hm.

Oikawa raises his fist to the door, but before knocking, he takes a pause, turning to you. "Don't say a word in there, no matter what." the look on his face is stern and his words are serious. You cock an eyebrow in slight confusion but also amusement. Did he really think you were going to engage in boring business talk? You go to respond, but quickly slap your lips back together as he cuts you off, "I'm serious. My partner...he has a sense of humor and I know how you get. Just hush and look pretty."

"Cross my heart, and hope to die." he cracks a small smile at your reply. He likes when you listen.

He knocks four times and waits only a second before twisting the knob and pushing the door open. The room is completely black save for the small desk lamp lighting up in the center of the room. There's a figure indistinctly made out in the casting of the light, and you look to Oikawa, who has a grin pulling at his lips. "Finally..! 'Was startin' to think you forgot about me."

Oikawa lets out a short chuckle, "How could I ever forget about you? We're partners, Mattsun." The other man—Mattsun, apparently—laughs in response, coming around the desk and toward Oikawa. He extends his hand and shakes his hand. He pauses for a moment before bringing him in for a tight hug. "Been too long..."

You stand off to the side awkwardly, watching Oikawa's face erupt in joy. You've seen many faces that man could make, but the smile that refuses to leave his lips is one foreign to you. It's sweet—cute. You swear, you see a new side of him every day.

They pull apart and it's only then that Mattsun notices your presence, his low-lidded eyes widening in shock. "Yo...why didn't you tell me you had a guest?!"

You shyly wave, and the black-haired man returns the gesture. He leans into Oikawa who indistinctly whispers something to him. "This better not be a you-know-who part 2,"

"'M tired of you bringing these gold-digging skanks—" Oikawa cuts the man off, slapping his arm as he peers over his shoulder and looks at you: as if to say sorry. "Let's get to business."

Mattsun only rolls his eyes, walking back around the width of his desk and taking a seat. He flickers the light on, and luckily for you, there are chairs against the wall beside the door. While Oikawa sits across from Mattsun, you get comfortable in the chair.

"Did you hear? Kageyama's thinking of partnering with Karasuno." Oikawa leans back against his chair, slapping his hand on the wooden desk. "No fuckin' way..."

Mattsun laughs, nodding, "Sawamura is holding a celebratory event in a few days; we're crashing it."

"This is big--Kageyama is hot right now, everyone wants their paws on him. He could sign with Sawamura, but Karasuno cant support him the way he needs--"

Oikawa cuts the man off, "So it's between the big companies. Us, and Ushiwaka." he sighs, his fingers rubbing the space between his eyebrows.

The words exchanged in this conversation are nothing but a bunch of gibberish to you. Their conversation is something of a lullaby, the boredom lulling you peacefully to sleep. Your eyes are fighting to stay open, the weight of slumber winning the battle. Oikawa spots you from his peripheral and only sighs. It's time to go. "We need to get Sawamura and Kageyama to agree to a contract."

"Makki'll start drafting it tomorrow?" Oikawa nods, bidding a short goodbye. He walks toward you, practically dragging you up from your spot and allowing you to use him as an anchor to keep you upright.

"Don't fall asleep yet."

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Your hotel is absolutely gorgeous, but you couldn't be bothered with the details. You groggily follow Oikawa up into the room. This day has dragged on for far too long, and you swear, if you spend another moment on your feet, you might fall apart.

You kick your heels off, pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Oikawa yells to you but you pay him no mind. You find the nearest bedroom, swing the door open, and flopping onto the mattress.

The seconds pass and a well-deserved slumber blankets you, a sweet hum of sleep passing through your lips as you grow comfortable. Quietly, the door creaks open, and a loud kiss of his teeth sounds from Oikawa. "Damn it, Eguchi."

Oikawa knew he should've double-checked the reservation Eguchi booked because obviously, something like this would happen. He's tired and not in the mood to trek downstairs and argue with a secretary, so he'll make do with what he has. A bed. With you.

His shoes and formal wear fly off, a messy pile forming beside the bed. He walks carefully to the bed, his fingers tapping your shoulders. You hum sleepily, "Hmm?"

"Move over."

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