billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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The private after party was in full motion as Iwaizumi Hajime stepped outside to get some fresh air, an hour later. People were congratulating him and patting his back.

At one point, Mr. Choi came to him and shook his hand, going about how he respected him and was excited to work with him if given the chance.

It was unexpected to say the least.

He had never been surrounded by so many people at once. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't want to hide behind his father right there like he used to do when he was a kid . . . but it wasn't going to happen.

And he still hadn't seen Oikawa.

He wanted to.

But also the relief of getting away from the busy atmosphere felt too good. Not to mention, all the alcohol inside the hall was driving him crazy.

He took a deep breath in, standing out on the balcony with his freezing hands gripping the railing.

His lungs filling up with oxygen until—

His gaze snapped to the left only to find Emiko with a cigarette dangling in his slim fingers. His tie was undone, a faint lipstick stain was smeared along his jaw.

"You outdid yourself, Iwa-chan."

"You shouldn't smoke," Iwaizumi found himself saying, voice stern but timid, "and don't call me that."

"Ah," Emiko effortlessly slid on the railing towards him, their pinkies almost touching as they both stood there, hands circling the metal balcony railing, "reserved for Tooru, is it?"

"I get it. You know."

"Mhm. I know. I mean I wouldn't if he hadn't spend the most of our formative years ranting about you."

Iwaizumi bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself from smiling, "aren't those years 1 to 8 and not 18 to 25?"

Emiko rolled his eyes playfully, letting out a dramatic sigh, "whatever. You get what I mean."

"Is Oikawa like a brother to you?"

"Why would I call an attractive man my brother?" Emiko grinned.

He let out a low annoyed sound.

Emiko looked up at the sky. It was bright with stars and a shining moon. His eyes held a certain spark, "you know, I'm glad it's you. He doesn't deserve anything less."

Iwaizumi shook his head, frowning, "you're giving me too much credit."

"Mhm. I'm not. He's happy with you, I can tell. . . Honestly, all those years I didn't even believe you were real. Tooru didn't have single picture of you, all he had were words full of admiration. Uki told me that I'll see you one day

Their eyes met.

"Of course we didn't talk about that in front of Tooru. He mostly just got sad. So we avoided it but I believed Uki was right. Oh and Oikawa's words didn't do you justice," Emiko smiled at him, "you're not a cute, ass kicking kid who called Tooru names anymore."

Iwaizumi couldn't help but laugh.

"You're a man who's so in love he'd give a confession in front of the whole world." Emiko placed his hand on top of Iwaizumi's. His' was surprisingly warm compared to Iwaizumi's.

"I mean, I still call him names."

Emiko let out a snort, then, ". . . I'm glad he's happy."