you don't own me

7

"i'm ready," oikawa said, reappearing in ripped jeans and a black turtle-neck sweater.

"you look good," ushijima said, sitting on the floor, natsu across from him.

"thanks," he replied, smoothing his hair back. "natsu, i'll drop you off next door, okay sweetie?"

"is otou-chan going out with ushi?"

"does that make you happy?" oikawa asked. natsu nodded fiercely.

"i like ushi-chan!" she said, hugging him. 

"well, that's good," oikawa smiled, walking to the door and putting on a coat. "i'll be right back, just gonna drop her off, okay?"

"sure," ushijima said, standing up. "i'll just, wait here."

oikawa exited and ushijima looked around. it was a small place, alright. but it was neat and organized. very minimalistic. the kitchen was a small disaster, but he stuck to the living room's appearance.

oikawa appeared not too much later. "ready?" he asked, standing in the doorway.

"as i'll ever be," ushijima sighed. oikawa laughed softly.

"you're so inexperienced, it's idiotic."

"i'm a thirty-six year old company owner who goes to strip clubs a tad too much. what did you expect?"

"not a date, that's for sure," he snorted. "you completely caught me off-guard."

"in a good way?" ushijima asked hopefully as they walked down the street.

"i'll judge that at the end," oikawa smirked. "didn't you have a chauffeur?"

"i thought you'd prefer taking a walk. you were so astonished by and against the chauffeur i thought you'd reject the idea."

"you thought it through well, i'm impressed."

"well, i do try. the point is to show you a potential other side to me after all."

"you think you have a romantic side?"

"i think i can attempt," he replied. "kuroo said you'd prefer this above my usual stoic approach. so..."

"you're giving it a try?"

"yeah."

"so sweet," oikawa chuckled. "so, what's the plan."

"well, i thought we could get lunch at this nice place down town. maybe stroll through the park."

"keeping it classic?"

"it's in my nature," ushijima shrugged. "i prefer to talk than to do things like go to the movies or whatever."

"you're such a dork when you're not aroused," oikawa smirked. "where's the place?"

"we're just about there," he informed the brunet. "do you like italian?"

"can't say i've had much if it."

"really?" ushijima frowned, stopping at the door of a somewhat fancy-looking place.

"i grew up in a strict japanese household," oikawa chuckled. "my mom didn't really like foreigners or their things. definitely not their food. she said it was too unhealthy."

"well, then i'll help you pick something out," ushijima said, opening the door, letting oikawa inside before entering himself.

"ah, such a gentleman," oikawa chuckled. "thanks."

"no problem," he replied, walking up to one if the waiters at the entrance. "hi, reservation for ushijima?"

"ah, come right along," he smiled. ushijima held his arm out for oikawa. he rolled his eyes but took it anyway, walking along to their table at the back of the restaurant.