The day began like every other, taking orders, thanking people, and wearing a cheery smile. Customer service. Oikawa Tooru worked efficiently and well, his wrist flicking, fingers flying across notepad upon notepad. It was rush hour, somewhere past four, just the time that people were finishing work and would come in for a quick snack or relaxing coffee.
Oikawa looked up briefly at the clock, realizing how quickly the time had passed. True, the stream of customers had thinned slightly, and they were almost out of cinnamon rolls, but busy Oikawa hadn’t had the time to pay attention to that.
“Tooru!” called a voice in the line, and his friend Mattsun poked his head out of the line, giving a quick wave and a lazy smile.
Oikawa nodded in his direction, but was quickly too overcome with customers to socialize.
Once the line had gone and he was left with only a pink haired boy, an old man, and a mother with her child, he gave a nod to the boss to let her know that he would be leaving. She flashed him a bright smile as he finished with the customers.
The line was gone when he turned to take off his apron, but he heard the door chime, and inwardly groaned. I was almost done for today…
Any previous annoyance vanished when he turned to the door and saw the hustled looking man who walked in. Oikawa glanced instinctively at Matsukawa for a second, who was now sitting with the pink haired man, and Matsukawa looked back at him with a pure smirk on his face. If anybody knew Oikawa’s type, it was Matsukawa.
The man had unkempt short dark hair that spiked and had a perfect jawline. His body was as defined as his jaw from what they could see, and those arms-
“Excuse me? Yeah sorry, could I get a coffee? Black.” The man said.
“Yes of course, anything else?” Oikawa wrote quickly, barely looking at the sheet. Iwaizumi’s eyes seemed to flicker to Oikawa's face as he answered;
“No, that’s all for today.” closer up he seemed to be sweating. Did he run here? Oikawa wondered vaguely.
“I’ll need your name please” Oikawa said casually. There certainly weren’t enough customers to need the name, but he might only ever get one chance with this guy, might as well do what he could.
It turned out that Oikawa didn’t quite have the nerve to put anything suggestive on the cup, the man who turned out to be named ‘Iwaizumi’ didn’t seem the type to let people just pick him up, so the cup ended up just saying:
Dark roast
No sugar
No cream
Iwazumi
Price: 2.76+tax
Total: 3.17
Would you like a cold water as well?
You look tired
Oikawa called for him, casually playing off the tinge on his cheeks as he handed his coffee over.
“You spelled my name wrong. It has an I here, see?” Iwaizumi pointed to the text where the mistake was.
“My apologies, I’ll keep it in mind for next time.” Oikawa replied, with an air of slight surprise, he was still waiting for a comment about the water bit.
Iwaizumi turned to go to a table before he stopped, and looked at Oikawa with the tiniest teasing look.
“Water would be nice, thank you.”
Matsukawa wiggled his eyebrows.
A week later Oikawa had given up. The beautiful man was simply never coming back. Iwaizumi, it was. Thinking about it had Oikawa moping through his job, not even bothering with his perky smile.
It was rush hour once again. People were rushing in and out, tapping their cards, eating hurriedly, taking sips of coffee, Oikawa was exhausted. The bell chimed for the thousandth time in a row, and Oikawa stood properly, a sudden rejuvenated look crossing his face. Matsukawa, eating his scone in the corner, audibly groaned and rolled his eyes at him.
Oikawa continued serving the strangers, glancing up at Iwaizumi at the other side of the room. Last in line. Once, their eyes met and Oikawa ended up spilling coffee down his front and burning his hand.
He was wincing at the hurried use of his hands, and by the time Iwaizumi came to the front, an embarrassed flush remained on Oikawa’s cheeks.
“Could I get a black coffee and a bowl of ice?” Oikawa looked up to see Iwaizumi ordering. Oikawa nodded at the strange request, and spotted Iwaizumi grabbing a couple napkins from the counter.
When Oikawa returned, Iwaizumi took the coffee and set it on the counter, then wrapped the ice in his napkins as Oikawa watched curiously. Then without warning, Iwaizumi took Oikawa’s hands from behind the counter and pressed the cool napkins to them.
“You should be more careful, dumbass.” Came the gruff voice of Iwaizumi. If Oikawa wasn’t red before, he surely was now.
“Thanks..” Oikawa glanced down at his hands which Iwaizumi quickly pulled away from.
“Whatever.” Iwaizumi mumbles as he stalks away, coffee in hand. Oikawa could have sworn that his ears were red.
Oikawa thought the change of personality was funny, how he had gone from being polite to grumpy in two visits, but he wouldn’t complain.
U would never believe th guy that came into work today, my god those ARMS!!
Oikawa posted the tweet on his private account and lay back in his bed, thinking about Iwaizumi.
From the corner of his bedroom Matsukawa raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if to say you’ll end up regretting this whole thing.
Oikawa’s phone whistled and he checked it, someone had liked his post. Who was that? Then more whistles filled the whole room, comments, retweets, likes, Oikawa opened his phone and saw to his horror that he didn’t know any of these people.
Shit shit shit, that was not his private account.
Oikawa scrolled through the comments, wondering if anybody he knew was on there, and to his horror, there was one. A certain one with the username IwaizillaHajimuto.
IwaizillaHajimuto
Aren’t you the worker who spilled the coffee today?
In a moment of panic, Oikawa desperately blocked his account and deleted the post, before turning his phone off and tossing it across the bed.
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Fanfictiona wholesome iwaoi novel, to satisfy your wholesome needs (The chapter images will always be random pieces of my artwork regardless of not if they are from haikyuu)
