you don't own me

3

lunch was a challenge for oikawa.

he didn't like ushijima. he didn't like being paid for. and he definitely didn't like his precious daughter cuddling up to the man he despised.

ushijima wasn't good with kids at all. he had no idea what to do or say to the little girl except nod and agree with her decisions. his 'mature talk' made natsu laugh, though, so he was doing something right.

"oikawa, aren't you having anything?" ushijima asked.

"i'm not hungry," oikawa muttered, averting his eyes from the menu.

"otou-chan always eats lunch later," natsu explained.

ushijima glanced at oikawa. oikawa looked away.

"do you want your... uhm, otou-chan to eat?"

"mhm!" natsu nodded cheerfully. oikawa glared at ushijima.

"i'm not hungry."

"what should he get?" ushijima continued, ignoring oikawa.

"french fries!" natsu cheered.

"daddy can't eat that, he might get fat," oikawa chuckled.

"eh? otou-chan fat?" natsu frowned. "nope. otou-chan has to eat french fries, right ushi?"

ushijima grimaced at the nickname. "yes, he does."

oikawa glared at him again. ushijima started becoming accustomed to it.

"why are you here again?"

"you asked for me to be." oikawa scoffed.

"can i ask for you to leave?"

"yes, you can."

"will you leave?"

"no."

"why not?!" he snapped.

"i ordered a sandwich. i'm hungry and would feel bad for ordering and leaving," he replied bluntly.

"you're a giant idiot," oikawa muttered.

"otou-chan!" natsu scolded. oikawa looked out of the window and pouted.

—

ushijima was conflicted returning to the strip club. kuroo had convinced him to come — they often accompanied each other on the ride there, anyway. ushijima enjoyed kuroo's view on things. he was less systematic than himself, and ushijima would be lying if he said he hadn't picked up a few tricks from the man with the peculiar hair style.

still, that didn't change that it was weird seeing oikawa stri—no, dance, knowing that he had a daughter and that he was a normal human being outside of his job. deep down he knew that of course he had to have a normal life, but he never really imagined it.

so when he followed kuroo to the back and saw that sugawara, too, was available, he went along with him in stead.

"what about your favourite?" sugawara winked as he closed the curtain behind them, motioning for ushijima to take a seat as he checked his hair and make-up in a tall, full-body mirror.

"needed a change," ushijima replied.

"that's not like you," sugawara chuckled. "i remember when you were my regular. wouldn't let anyone touch me." he finished and glanced at him, hand on his hip. "what's going on, sugar?"

"nothing i want to speak about."

"well, i'd press, but," he sighed, sitting on ushijima's lap, back against his chest, twisting his neck to plant a kiss on ushijima's, "this isn't a therapy session, hmm?" ushijima gently placed his hands on sugawara's thighs, knowing that he had permission to do so.