billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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Okay don't get him wrong,

The key word here was low-key.

It was supposed to be low-key. Not a big deal. Iwaizumi just had to get Oikawa to trust him to get his father off his back.

And His father had told him all about Oikawa and how his family hated them from the start, because they were poor and the Iwaizumi's were rich and that they lived in the same neighbourhood. So jealously was bound to happen.

He told him all about how Oikawa's father broke a vase on his mother's head and then killed himself.

Murder?

Murder and he didn't even pay for it?

Fucking bullshit.

And Iwaizumi was instructed to forget about it and pretend to be nice to Oikawa and his family? Why did his father tell him in the first place if he wanted Iwaizumi to pretend like nothing happened?

Why would he tell a six year old that as a bed time story and then refuse to ever speak about it again?

And it's not like it was Oikawa's fault, right? He was just a kid. A kid who annoyed him through his elementary years, middle school years, high school years.

And then Oikawa disappeared. For years and years and Iwaizumi was left to wonder what happened. Suddenly his father wanted to move as well.

And then they were countries apart. Or maybe not. Iwaizumi never understood what happened; where Oikawa went.

But it was . . . empty. It felt awfully quiet. There was no one to annoy him. No one to interrupt his every move.

Iwaizumi's father never paid attention to him when he was kid anyway. He joked that Iwaizumi was weird. Closed off. Him being gay was just the cherry on top until one day he shouted that it will never fucking change.

He had never stood up to his father and when he did, his father congratulated him, patted his back and praised him for standing up for himself.

And then it didn't matter that he liked boys.

It didn't even matter that he was a teenage boy who couldn't get hard unless he was in love.

His father still threw a fit at every chance he got. He told him to go out, fucking have fun.

But he longed for something that didn't exist.

It was too much.

Oikawa was gone and it was too quiet.

Sometimes, late at nights, Iwaizumi thought about the kid who made his life unbearable. Someone who wouldn't let Iwaizumi figure out his sexuality in peace because god forbid he dated someone if Oikawa was in 100 mile radius.

Why was Oikawa so keen on ruining his life? Why couldn't he have just left Iwaizumi the fuck alone?

Someone who showed up to all his petty fist fights? Why the fuck? To watch him get beaten to shit?

Someone who was so fucking beautiful his entire life that Iwaizumi wanted to deck him on the head for no reason.

It wasn't fair.

When he finally met Oikawa after all those years. Oikawa was different, he carried himself with grace and appeared to be powerful, like the entire world was in his palm.

He was no longer the kid who would do anything to get Iwaizumi's attention. Oikawa was a man who was feared yet still praised.

His father told him they'd be working together.