𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ⇒ 𝙞𝙬𝙖𝙤𝙞

VII

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7:05 am
god, no

  "AaaaaAAAAAH!" Iwaizumi shrieked, instantly sliding his phone far away from him. It came in contact with his television. As if the noise of his screams wasn't enough.

Hanamaki shot up out of Mattsun's grasp. A disapproving groan escaped his mouth. For some reason, he still hadn't woken up. Even after Iwaizumi's noisy outburst. One that most likely woke up his neighbors. He'd have to make sure to apologize to them afterward. But first, he had to apologize to the couple which he had no clue about their relationship. He'd ask about that later. It was the last thing on his mind.

As anyone would do in this sort of predicament, he wondered who gave away his number so carelessly? He'd never give his number away like that. Especially to him. There was no doubt about it, he had been thinking about the chestnut-haired man. Wondering if he too had been fantasizing about their next interaction. But this? This freaked him out. What if his personal information was leaked on social media without him having any awareness of it.

"The hell, Iwaizumi?! You could've just reminded us that we had work. Y'know, like a normal person! Nobody told me they called out for work today-!" Makki resisted to continue ranting once he made note of the expression on his face. "Crap, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

  Iwaizumi refused to respond to the man's queries. He didn't know how he'd respond to them. When Makki saw he didn't, he got up for his place on the ground. He kicked Matsukawa until he woke up. He was a deep-sleeper. All he did was whine and turn over. He watched as he bent down next to Mattsun and murmur something along the lines of:

"Come on, Issei. This is serious!" That caused him to sit up almost instantly.

  "Huh?" They both gazed at him now. "Hey, what's wrong?"

  He knew he had to say something and the truth was the only thing he could confess to rather than telling a fib which would only result in more nagging. "Celebrity. Texted. Me."

Matsukawa stood up and walked over to his phone, picking it up and sitting next to Iwaizumi. "Oikawa did? Are you sure? It could be a prank."

"But who else would have my number?!" Iwaizumi shouted.

"Quiet, quiet!" Mattsun hushed. "Here let me see your thumb so you can unlock your phone."
Iwaizumi did as he was instructed. He watched as his friend reread the text multiple times. He mumbled things to himself as he did so. Iwaizumi could make out a few words.

-Asked.

-Iwaizumi.

-Number.

-Touch.

It was a puzzle that was being put together. Piece by piece until it was solved. And went it was, you could almost see the light bulb hanging over Mattsun's head.

  "You fell asleep in his house, correct? Your passcode is Touch ID activated. You get it now?"

Iwaizumi stared in a state of confusion. Click. "Damnit!"

It all made sense now. That's why my phone was placed in such a peculiar spot. He could've just asked. No actually. He wouldn't have given it to a stranger he met at a bus stop! Or was he a stranger... Iwaizumi felt like he's known him forever. Like he was a long lost friend. One that disappeared from his life completely. But that wasn't the case. Every day, every second, he felt closer to man. Like his well-being relied on his existence. Maybe he was just a puppet being played by the strings.

He was turning into one of those stupid fangirls. One's that sought his attention. Fed on it daily just by stalking his social media pages. Why was this happening?

  Makki reentered the living room holding a piece of toast in his hand. "No, but seriously. Do we have work today?"

  Iwaizumi sighed, shaking his head. "No, Sugawara and Akaashi are running the café today.. You guys head home. I'll be alright here."

  "You sure?" Makki questioned with a mouthful of bread in his mouth.

  He simply nodded. "Seeya, guys."

  "Bye, Iwaizumi. C'mon, dumbass." Mattsun pushed his partner out of the door forcefully.

  "Now to deal with this mess."

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1:24 pm
photoshoot

"Oikawa, move your foot to the left. No, your other left.."

Photoshoots. How he loved them so. Who wouldn't prefer posing uncomfortable compared to laying on a feathery mattress with his name written all over it? Not literally. It was with it for the popularity he was rewarded with later. It's what made him so desirable to most. Anyone could admit he was good-looking. But this wasn't him.

The real Oikawa wore silly onesies and collected plushies. Not many people knew that side of him, and it'd most likely stay that way for a long time. He didn't have much of a problem with it. He just hoped he had someone to be goofy with 24/7. Someone who could keep his secrets and share their own. But the other girls he has dated were polar opposites to his description. There was someone about the Iwaizumi though. He texted him earlier but hasn't received a response.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, knocking him out of his trance. "Good work today. Your driver is waiting for you out front."

Oikawa nodded. "Thank you, sir!" But what he meant was finally..

He stepped outside of the building that turned him into who he was now. Of course, there were girls waiting by the entrance. Their partners wore irritated expressions. He hasn't done anything to them. Why are they so mean?! He was hit with a wave of questions. Ones that he couldn't ignore. If he did it'd cause serious conflict within his career. He couldn't risk something like that.

"Oikawa can I have your this? Can I have your that? Can I-" Oh please shut up. He thought to himself.

Once the attack was finished, almost ten minutes had passed. Kunimi looked kind of disturbed. He too was tired of this.

"Home...?"

"Mm..."

Oikawa took out his phone. The car ride was most likely to be a long one from the building back to his home. He needed something to keep his mind engaged. A red bubble appeared over his messaging app. A '1' hovered above it. No way...

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Oikawa: hello, iwa-chan! it's oikawa! how've you been?

read: 7:02 am

Iwaizumi: good.. say, how does meeting up sound?

  A rosy pink colored was dusted upon Oikawa's cheeks. "Oh crap.."

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