Conquering the Great King

Chapter 8 Text Message King

They were avoiding it.

Iwaizumi shuffled his feet against the floor and then kicked off, spinning around in his desk chair.

They were both totally avoiding the conversation.

His chair made a muffled rhythmic clack as it twirled him around. Kurukurukurukuru.

Last night they had went out for dinner and a drink. They had stared at each other for almost a minute straight without saying anything. Iwaizumi knew what Oikawa was thinking. He knew Oikawa knew that he knew.

He kicked off again and spun faster. Kurukurukurukurukuru.

Everyone knew, but no one would say anything. Iwaizumi wasn't saying this necessarily bothered him… if he thought he was mentally prepared for the conversation then he would just start it himself. But it was obviously beginning to weigh on Oikawa, and it was definitely the type of thing that needed addressed.

Eventually.

Were they in a… relationship?

"Ah, someone's been in a good mood lately."

Iwaizumi planted his feet against the ground and brought his chair to a stop. The office around him spun and reeled uncomfortably for a moment, his vision finally wobbling back to equilibrium around Daichi's face.

"Daichi," Iwaizumi said, clearing his throat as he attempted to regain his professional aura despite having just spun in his chair like a child for three minutes straight.

Daichi grinned at him.

"What's up?" Iwaizumi asked, eyes finally recognizing that Suga was standing beside him.

Daichi extended his hand, offering up a stack of paperwork, "Suga's campaign outline for your new author."

Iwaizumi's eyebrows twitched upward as he took the papers. "Already?" he asked, glancing toward Suga before allowing his eyes to fall on the sheets in his hands.

Suga just beamed.

"Apparently I'm not the only workaholic here," Iwaizumi commented offhandedly.

"You've been a bit better lately, haven't you?" Suga piped up, voice almost too cheery. "For… I don't know, a week? Maybe two?"

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes and brought his gaze back up to peer at Suga.

"Since last Friday maybe?" Suga prompted.

Iwaizumi furrowed his brow. Daichi elbowed Suga in the side.

"Just take a look at that and tell us what you think," Daichi said, smile pulled too wide to be entirely innocent. "No rush."

"Sure…" Iwaizumi said, scrunching his forehead. Daichi shouldered at Suga to leave and Suga left with a bright grin thrown over his shoulder.

"Odd," Iwaizumi mused aloud before looking back down at the papers. He wished he wanted to read these right now.

He felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open without looking at who it was because he already knew. He could sense it.