billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

21

Present.

Iwaizumi Hajime and Oikawa Tooru sat cross legged on the carpeted area in Oikawa's office. Notes and papers around them. They were busy mapping out details of their project.

"That pillar is 7"2, not 7"3" Oikawa corrected, leaning forward to erase the mistake.

"Oh. Right." Iwaizumi said, writing down 7"2 instead.

"You're distracted." Oikawa stated.

Iwaizumi didn't look up at him.

Of course he was DiStRacTeD. Iwaizumi hadn't slept a wink. The other night at the hotel they had a moment. A week ago he kissed Oikawa on the cheek and they smiled at each other so soft.

It was already terrifying realising that he might like Oikawa that way. Or any way.

Although Oikawa looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world, He couldn't figure out if Oikawa even liked him in a romantic sense. It just didn't make sense to him.

It didn't seem like Oikawa wanted him. Only that Oikawa wanted him to be with him.

And Oikawa didn't even mention any of the things which happened. At all. They just continued like nothing happened.

"Why are you distracted?" Oikawa blinked at him.

Iwaizumi frowned, writing down another 7"2, "take a wild guess."

"Tell me."

Iwaizumi flicked the pencil down, staring at Oikawa in a white button up. He looked like an angel.

Which was fucking confusing by the way because Iwaizumi had always known how beautiful Oikawa was but realising that he might want to spend time with the same beautiful Oikawa and touch him through his white shirt and kiss his stupid, stupid face was a big fucking fuck up.

"Did it mean anything to you?"

Oikawa's eyes widened instantly, "of course it did."

"You like me." Iwaizumi said, like it was an accusation.

Oikawa blushed.

"But you've never said anything about it before. We've never even . . . You . . . "

"I . . . wasn't sure how you felt." Oikawa finished for him, looking down at the paper between them.

Iwaizumi didn't even know he felt that way himself. Oikawa was annoying but then Iwaizumi didn't mind it anymore. He saw another side of Oikawa and realised he wanted to keep seeing that side.

"Since when?" He asked.

"I can't say, Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi sighed, "can we at least talk about it?"

Oikawa nodded.

"Tomorrow?"

"We have that art show to attend tomorrow," Oikawa smiled at him, "and you have to meet Rintarou."

Iwaizumi threw himself on the floor uselessly, "fuck Rintarou."

"Ah, Please don't?"

Iwaizumi looked at him, laughing a little.

Oikawa pushed the notes away and carefully laid down beside him. They both stared up at the high ceiling, lying down side by side on their backs.

"Then," Iwaizumi mumbled, "after the show? My place?"

Oikawa glanced at him then back to the ceiling, "okay."

Iwaizumi cleared his throat, "wear that red suit." He said firmly, trying not to blush but he could feel his face getting hot.