billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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Past

Uki smiled at Iwaizumi Hotaru from across his desk, "you're here again, after what? 11 years?," Uki leaned back, putting one leg over the other as he let out a laugh, "you haven't seen me since you killed your painter wife."

Iwaizumi Hotaru exhaled slowly, "it was an accident, Uki. You have to believe me."

"Oh, I do. I do believe it. You're many things but you're not a murderer. I'm glad the news never made it to media."

"It all just happened so quick. She— she wanted a divorce and she wanted Hajime. I couldn't possibly give her Hajime. I don't even know when the vase just knocked over—

Uki shrugged, "You don't have to explain yourself to me. You think I care about that poor woman?"

Hotaru dropped his head back, shutting his eyes, "I need a favour, Uki."

"Hm, Of course. That's the only time you think of me."

Hotaru shook his head, "can you be serious for five seconds?"

"No—

"I need you to mentor someone."

Uki stopped mid sentence and raised his eyebrows, "your son is too young."

"Not my son. . . Oikawa Tooru."

"Oh? I've heard of him. The genius, right?"

Hotaru scoffed, "sure," he leaned forward, folding his arms on the desk between them, "I need you to take him in."

"Why?"

"Because I need to keep an eye of him."

"Why?"

"Tch— because."

Uki leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, he curled his palms under his chin, eyes hooded and smile sly, "why?"

"Would you just—," Hotaru sighed, "would you just do this one thing for me?"

Uki gave him a nod, "sure. I'll send him an application—

"No, you need to take him in."

"I am?" Uki blinked at him.

The other shook his head, "you need to take him in. Into your life."

Uki laughed at the absurd suggestion, "there is no way I'm letting some kid know me."

"I know I know. But you met him and his mother once, right? They already know what you look like—," Hotaru looked at him with desperation in his in voice.

Uki threw up his hand, "that was an accident. His mother was too pretty not to notice. . . I thought she would be impressed enough to sleep with me if she knew who I was— also, that time, I wasn't aware she had a child."

". . . Well? Was she impressed?"

Uki pouted, "no."

Hotaru sighed, "I need you to do this one thing. And it's not like it's your loss, that boy's a genius, as you know. You just need to take him with you and he'll be making you millions in no time."

"Okay. I'll consider it. Tell me why?"

"Look, I'll tell you but you have to agree first."

Uki pursed his lips, "I'm not showing my face any further."

"He has to trust you," Hotaru sighed, "he has to trust you with his life. There's no way it will work unless he thinks he's special since he knows who Hinata Uki actually is."