billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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"I'm sorry, Rintarou. For running out on you like that." Iwaizumi spoke into the phone, pacing back and fourth.

Suna's voice was deep on the other line, "it's fine, Iwaizumi-san. Even if you had said yes, I would've declined myself. It's just that my father forced me to. I uh, I'm still kind of in love with Osamu."

"I know," Iwaizumi said, "Atsumu said."

Suna hummed, "what about you?"

"I'm figuring it out."

"Oh. That sounds bad. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too."

"Take care, Iwaizumi-san."

"You too, Rin."

He hung up and dropped his phone on the arm chair.

"Knock knock." Atsumu said after opening his door and peaking inside. He was smiling a little too bright for 10 am on a rainy day.

"Please never say that again out loud." Iwaizumi said as he flopped down on the bed on his stomach. He folded his arms under his head.

Atsumu smiled to himself and went straight to the glass wall, pulling the blinds open. The weather was grey and gloomy; It had been raining since last night.

Atsumu took his shoes off and fell on the bed besides him, his arm behind his head, "would ya tell me what's wrong now?"

"No."

"Kay. Does it hafta do anything with Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi turned around to glare at him, "why would it be?"

Atsumu surrendered, grinning, "he's not coming to work, ya ain't going to work. I just calculated."

He scoffed, shoving his head further in a pillow, "use a calculator next time, not your brain."

Atsumu laughed as he pulled the covers over them.

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"How long are you going to lie on my floor?" Uki nudged Oikawa with his foot who was currently lying on the carpeted floor, a pillow under his had.

Uki crouched down, running a hand through his hair, "it's been over a week, aren't you gonna go home? Or to work?"

"Does it look like I will?" Oikawa mumbled.

"Well, no. . ."

"There's your answer."

Uki snorted, sitting down cross legged instead of crouching, he grinned, "Tooru's first official break up, congratulations!"

"It's not even a break up— and you're just making it awful now." Oikawa groaned.

"How bad was it?" Uki asked, tying his hair up in a half ponytail. He pushed his bangs back, leaning forward and poking Oikawa, "tell me."

"I fucked up."

"How bad?"

". . . Remember the time Shoyou accidentally superglued like a foot of your hair and in the end we had to cut it off and you cried everyday until your hair actually grew back?"

Uki laughed, "it can't be that bad."

Oikawa looked up and squinted at him, "it was worse."

Uki rolled his eyes, "Just go over to his place, sort it out."

"There's nothing left to sort out," Oikawa slumped pathetically, "I screwed it up. He'd never want to see me again."

"Did you really say that he was pretending to like you?"