Snow flurries drifted down, melting as they landed in Oikawa's hair. He turned his gaze to the sky, suppressing a shiver at the dark clouds. The house would be freezing tonight, so he would ask to stay with Iwa.
Returning his attention to the street, his eyes fell on a small simple sign in the window of a woodworking shop: help wanted.
Crossing the street with an apologetic wave to the car he cut off, he pushed open the door of the shop. The musty smell of sawdust assaulted his nose and he sneezed. The owner, a withered, old man with grey hair and a stubbly beard looked up at the bell on the door.
"Good afternoon. What can I do for you?" He smiled and it was surprisingly warming despite his work-hardened appearance.
"The correct question is how can I help you? I saw your sign and I'd like the apply."
The man's eyes roamed over him, scrutinizing the designer clothes and name brand shoes. "Youre aware that this isn't and easy job? There's a lot of hard labor and heavy lifting."
"I'm aware and I'm not afraid of hard work. I promise you won't regret it if you give me a chance."
After a moment, the man nodded. "Alright."
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The Best Damn Thing
FanfictionOikawa Tooru is perfect. At least, that's what everyone thinks. His entire life has been spent hiding behind the show he puts on. Only Iwaizumi knows where he comes from. Until Sugawara Koushi came along. From the moment they met, Oikawa has been...
