𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟏𝟓 - 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐄

Your body shot up as the electrifying ringtone of your alarm rang. You groaned in pain, body feeling super sore from the volleyball match plus the extra time you spent with your ex. You can barely get yourself out of bed properly with your core throbbing mildly in pain. You had to roll yourself to the edge of the mattress.

You rolled your h/c hair into what looks like a decent-enough ponytail. Your hands brushed through your blue blouse as you check yourself out in the mirror.

Same old, old same old. Your office members taking turns to greet you lively as you stepped off the elevator. You were running a bit late because the ache kept you from being able to walk as quick as you normally would.

Your fingers clutched the knob and pushed your office door. Oikawa, leaning against his desk, his hands gripping the wooden material. His eyes trailed you up and down.

"Good morning, Ms. (Y/N)," he greeted you and bowed with his head, slightly tilted to the right.

"Good morning, Mr. Oikawa."

"You're a tad bit late today, did something happen?"

He stood up properly and grabbed an apple that sat on his desk. He juggled the red fruit with his right hand, throwing it into the air repeatedly and accurately catching it every time.

"Oh everything's alright. Thank you for worrying," you answered him.

Oikawa lined his vision with your face. He gave you a look, electrifying your figure, encouraging you to suppress the throb in your heart.

The same memory of his piercing gaze from last night submerged your mind. Details of his lust-bounded eyes recoiled back deep in your brain and you got flustered real quick.

He elevated a brow. "What's wrong? Why are you all red?"

He sank his teeth on the fruit, his brown orbs still locking with yours.

"N-nothing. Nothing's wrong," you assured him. Oikawa eyed you up and down once more. His gut feeling is telling him to joke around, and he listened. He took steps, inching closer to you.

"Were you thinking about last night?"

The simple six-word sentence confirmed Oikawa's suspicions as your cheeks pooled with more heat. A genuine laugh from Oikawa echoed in the air. He patted your head, giving soft, small strokes.

"I was just messing with you and I didn't even think I was right," he told you in surprise. You sighed in annoyance.

"But you're noticeably.. limping, can't you tell?"

Your eyes widened to his comment. "AM I?"

Subtle knocking noises echoed in the room. The door soon opened, revealing a man's figure standing under the frame.

"Ms. (Y/N), are you alright? I saw you troubled with your walking," your co-worker Iwaizumi asked you.

Your e/c orbs shot back at the other man in the room. He gave you a sweet devious stare, knowing what he said was right.

"Yeah, but it's just because of the volleyball practice we had the other day. I don't normally workout, you see," you assured Iwaizumi.

"OH. Oh, okay. But you look like you need some treatment, I can help you with that, I was an athletic trainer once," Iwaizumi offered you.

You gave Iwaizumi a silent nod and he left after to fetch the things he required. You walked your way to let your body rest on the office chair.

"Volleyball practice, huh? You sure it was only because of that?"

You clicked your tongue, soon followed by a shushing motion for Oikawa's unnecessary comment.