Iwaizumi's phone buzzed in the middle of the night, making a blaring sound as it was sitting on a metal nightstand. He glanced at his digital clock with squinted eyes in the dark and let out an annoyed muffled groan.
02:51 am brightly glowed back.
He tugged his duvet up forcefully, careful not to punch himself in the face.
It buzzed again.
He turned around and finally grabbed it in a huff.
From: shittykawa
Hi
Hello?
2:50 am
Iwaizumi frowned.
why was this jerk texting him unprompted in the middle of the night?
To: shittykawa
It's like 3 am
2:53 am
From: shittykawa
Actually it's not 3 yet.
I have questions
2:53 am
Iwaizumi sat up in confusion. The duvet fell from his shoulders, exposing his bare torso to the cold.
To: shittykawa
About the contract?
cant we do this tomorrow?
2:54 am
Shittykawa is typing. . .
-
Oikawa's thumbs hovered over the keyboard. He exhaled and fell back on his bed with a thump.
Why?
Why did he impulsively text that asshole in the middle of the night? He cursed Sakura in his head. This was all her fault because she wasn't here to stop him.
To: Iwa-chan🖕
Sex?—
Delete delete
What the absolute fuck is he thinking? This was Iwaizumi Hajime. He hated Iwaizumi Hajime. And asking him about his sexuality in the middle of the night? If their texts got leaked somehow, Oikawa would have to face a huge blaring scandal.
Or better yet, what if Iwaizumi leaked it himself to cause a slander.
Oikawa frowned bitterly.
To: Iwa-chan🖕
Never mind.
Don't text me again.
3:56 am
From: Iwa-chan🖕
?
You texted me???
Oikawa clicked his phone off and pulled the covers up to his chin.
this was a tomorrow problem.
-
when Iwaizumi walked into the familiar building he loathed, a gush of cold air hit him. the weather was a little warmer today maybe thats why Oikawa enterprise had cool air seeping in through the numerous built in air conditioners.
he bowed slightly towards the receptionist in greeting who was already smiling shyly at him and waving.
the elevator opened as soon as the button was pressed. iwaizumi stepped in with a sigh.
YOU ARE READING
billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi
FanfictionOikawa leans back in his seat with a lazy smirk, "you're hoping there would be a next time?" "Asshole." Iwaizumi spats. "Babe." "Fuck you." "I'm not stopping you." OR: How (not) to handle an asshole billionaire jerk if you're also an asshole billio...
