𝐌𝐫. 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 [𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐎𝐢; 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐔]

|14| Gateway to Hell

I w a i z u m i 

     "We're just waiting for a couple other people. Found out that we're not the only ones that are being spied on." Kiyoomi states bluntly, pulling out his phone.

     My grip on Tooru tightens slightly as I pull him in between my legs while I'm leaning against the hood of the Chevrolet Suburban. Not without a tad bit of struggle because he's a stubborn bastard. 

     "You sound like someone from a cliché mystery, ninja movie or some shit." I mumble. Sakura chuckles from inside the car. Only because of how the temperature is 'not to her liking.' 

     The raven haired male looks up from his phone, obviously grinning underneath that black mask of his. "Says you Mr. Godzilla Fan." 

     "You did not just-"

     "Shut up hedgehog. Lord knows that you go nuts over him. And you're like what? 30?" Atsumu states with a sneer. 

     "I'm 27, thank you very much." (Totally didn't forget their ages- 😭)

     The warehouse goes still due to no one speaking, and having their voice echo and bounce off the walls. Tooru is quiet, a little too quiet. Is he uncomfortable? No, not possible; he's basically relying on me to keep him up right. 

     "Tooru-" Atsumu starts, only to be interrupted by the brunette glaring up at him. The blonde flinches in response, causing his husband to wrap his arms around him protectively. What the fuck?

     I lean down and wrap my arms around Tooru's waist, laying my chin on his shoulder. "You okay? Your mood just completely changed.." I whisper, still thankfully being heard.

     "I'm just.. tired." 

     Well, that explains how limp his body is. Humming in response, I unhook an arm from him and knock on the hood of the car, grabbing Sakura's attention. She hops down and nods, telling me that she heard what he said. Hesitantly, I let go and hand him over to her.

     I sigh after a few moments. I feel lonely in a way when I'm not holding him. Dammit, Tooru. What have you done to me? 

     My life has never been this complicated because I stayed away from possible partners, which was much to Sakura's dismay because she claims I'm too serious for my own good. I can't take a joke, and usually I get offended easily and come up with some smart mouthed remark. Doesn't help in meetings however, even though it's obvious.

     I lashed out at one of Wakatoshi's employees here, once. I ended up getting slapped in the face by the boyfriend. I think the one who made a snarky remark towards me was called Kenjiro Shirabu, and the boyfriend I think was.. Eita Semi. Wakatoshi just stayed at the side lines, watching, while his long time boyfriend, Satori, clung to him arm. 

     I guess I get it though. You can't have complete control over people who work for you. Yes, the violator could get fired or something like that, but it's not like you have complete control over them. Unless they're indebted to you, and need to some how work it off. 

     The silence is broken when the sound of a roaring V12 engine and V8 engine bounce off the rusty walls. I turn my head and sit up from the hood of the car, stuffing my hands into jet black jean pockets. My light grey hoodie keeping my torso warm, along with my jet black denim jacket over it. 

     A red Pagani Huayra pulls into the warehouse, parking next to my SUV, leaving a good amount of space between them. Not even a moment later, a black with yellow and white accent 2018 Chevrolet Camaro LT1 pulls up beside the Huayra. It's wide body kit and spoiler makes it look like a street racing car.