𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟏𝟖 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

「 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 」

"I think I left my shoulder bag somewhere, have you seen it? Oh god, what if I left it at the house—"

"All your stuffs have been here for the past two weeks, there's no way baby," Oikawa grinned, brushing your cheek with his fingers.

Life has never felt better after moving in to your boyfriend's apartment. The clock ticked slowly as you both enjoy artisan milk bread together. You wouldn't ask for less.

Work life has also been nothing but heaven. You had no need for overtime in the office since you can take it back home with your co-worker. The project is well delivered and is in waiting to be launched soon.

"We need to find eligible candidates for suppliers," you announced during a team meeting. "How's the progress, Ms. Aiko?"

A female team member stood up, greeting everyone with a confident smile. "We've got one and they're pretty big in the business. The Carats Company, have you heard?"

"The Carats? Oh they're big. How'd you land an offer?" Oikawa asked her.

"Oh I have my ways, sir," she replied in pride.

"I believe I've heard they got quite the reputation. Well done, Ms. Aiko. Can I please have the details for their contact person info? I'd like to arrange a meeting with them as soon as possible," you asked her.

"I'll email you right away, Ms. (Y/N)."

"Thank you—and that will be the end of our meeting today. Thank you everyone, keep up the great work."

You tip toed beside Oikawa as everyone took their turns to exit the meeting room. He peeked over his shoulder to take a glance of your face.

"Hey lovebirds, wanna get some lunch?" Iwaizumi's voice caught both of you off guard. The feeling of his tan-muscular arms wrapped around you and Oikawa's shoulder were apparent, forming yourselves into a group hug.

"I'm starving, are you?" Oikawa asked you.

"Yeah, lunch sounds good right now," you replied.

"Let's go," Iwaizumi snickered.

"That looks perfect, where'd you buy it?"

Iwaizumi pointed at your brown petite-modern-looking lunchbox that laid still in front of you. An Omurice dish sat nicely inside the rectangle container. Your eyes were fixated on to Iwaizumi's gleaming ones but you can hear Oikawa smirking.

"I made it myself, you want a bite?" you offered Iwaizumi. "I-"

And that iconic condescending smirk dissolves faster than you thought.

"Made it yourself? You know, lying is a sin," Oikawa scoffed.

"Oh really? You're one to talk about sin as if you're a saint."

"Oh yeah?"

"GUYS I just wanna know where (Y/N) bought that Omurice, please." Iwaizumi's voice ripped through the tension between you and your boyfriend. You both non-subsequently cleared your throats.

"Tooru made it for me," you answered finally. Iwaizumi took another glance at your platter. "Since when do you cook, Tooru?"

"I've been cooking my whole life, I just never showed you that side of me before," Oikawa conceitedly said. Iwaizumi eyed you and you allowed him to take a bite.

"Dude this is actually delicious, wow," he muttered in disbelief. "I know," the brunette responded.

"You better cook me some later," the dark-haired man muttered while chewing his food.

"Bet."

Overtime hours finally arrived but it wasn't after you and the ex-setter. You locked your office up and head back to his place.

"I'm so tired, can I shower first?" you asked. Although Oikawa's studio is somewhat large and luxurious it only has one bathroom. Sharing and taking turns to use the bathroom was a low-blow but it's what you both have to deal with.

"Okay, go on."

"Thanks baby," you responded.

"Hey." Oikawa's muscular hands snaked below your arms, just enough to hold on your waist. "What did you call me?"

At this point you were nothing but a blushing mess. The strong grip of his arm around your waist was the only thing you could feel besides the increasing pulse in your chest. Everything else was out of reach and hot.

Your orbs taunted his brown ones. "Baby," you whispered, voice soft and breathy. "Why?"

"Nothing, I just like the way you say it," he chuckled. His droopy eyes teased you incessantly but you couldn't beg your eyes to stop staring. His condescending look was a drug and you just happened to be a junkie.

After you took a very much awaited hot-shower, you plopped yourself on the shared bed. Didn't take long for Oikawa to finish up and joined you, filling up the completely empty space beside you.

"Ah, Ms. Aiko just sent me contact person details," you muttered as your fingers glued on to your phone screen, hovering over the word "inbox".

"Of who? The Carats?" Oikawa asked you.

"Yeah."

Oikawa was busy drying his brown locks with his cute baby-blue towel. His face painted innocence and sleepiness, a total opposite to what he's offering since he's wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Come here," you said to him playfully.

"My hair is still a bit wet," he sighed, fingers combing through the said locks. The hair down look was a complete mesmerizing look on your boyfriend and you just couldn't hold back yourself anymore.

"I don't care just come here."

"Woah, you're a little bold today, aren't you?" he said grinning. "It suits you, I like it." Your face was subtly overthrown by a smirk.

Oikawa plopped himself on to bed and you helped him out. As soon as his brunette locks dried out, you both doze off into a good night's sleep.