kisser for hire • iwaoi

eight

["oh god, don't tell me you plan on wearing that plaid shorts? please, no."]

oikawa creased his forehead as he scanned through his closet. he already had the plaid shorts in his hand and he is totally gonna wear it today.

"what, what's wrong with it?" oikawa asked makki on the other line.

["oh my god! just put some decent clothes on. you're better than that, oikawa fucking tooru."]

"wow, you really hate it." oikawa chuckles as he scans his reflection at the mirror. he put the shorts back to his closet. he sat down on his bed while he stares at his closet that is full of dull and boring clothes.

it's sunday and it's a day off for oikawa. he should be staying at home, sleeping, eating, and going back to sleep once again.

but not today, though he's still undecided on what he should wear,  he's really looking forward to what will happen today.

because for the first time in his twenty-three years of existence, oikawa's gonna go somewhere.  not with makki, not with a relative nor a friend.

for the first time in his twenty-three years of existence, oikawa tooru is going somewhere with an acquaintance, with iwaizumi.

he doesn't know if he should consider iwaizumi as his friend or his kisser. after giving it some thought, last night when he was about to go to sleep, he decided to just consider iwaizumi as an acquaintance.

["you're going on a date with your kisser."]

oikawa heaves a deep sigh and shakes his head, as if makki would see him. "no, it's not a date." oikawa stood up and went near his closet, he closed his eyes as he randomly grab some clothes to wear. he can't decide on what he should wear, so he closed his eyes as he randomly picked clothes on his closet.

oikawa knows it, himself. this is definitely, not a date. and iwaizumi doesn't need to point it out, because oikawa knows.

makki doesn't believe oikawa's words, he is not even convinced when oikawa told him that they haven't kissed yet.

iwaizumi picks oikawa up every 6 PM, and it had been going on for three consecutive days. the two of them became closer with each other.

they are not friends.

but they do find each other's presence warm.

["whatever, have you chosen something decent?"]

oikawa stares at the pink long-sleeve t-shirt on his hand. he wasn't sure if he should go and wear his plaid shorts or ask for makki's help. in the end, he chose to seek for makki's advice.

"makki, i'm gonna wear a pink long-sleeve t-shirt, should i wear my charcoal ripped jeans or my plaid shorts?" oikawa asked makki.

oikawa laughs the moment he heard makki's frustrated groan. he would definitely wear his charcoal ripped jeans.

["charcoal ripped jeans doesn't sound bad. see, you have a good fashion sense."]

oikawa placed his phone on his nightstand, he made sure that makki's on loud speaker so he could still hear what the lad is saying.

he put on his pink long-sleeve shirt and his charcoal ripped jeans. he stared at his reflection on the mirror as he shrugged his shoulder. "hm, looks fine."

["of course. anyway, i'm gonna hang up. call me if you're gonna smooch, okay? let me hear the sound--"]

oikawa didn't let his friend to finish his sentence, he was the one who hang up the call. he sighed in disbelief, as he stares at his phone for a split second before he tossed it on his bed.

he stared at his own reflection in the mirror, he grabs the hem of his long-sleeve shirt, placed his hands on the back pocket of his jeans and heaved a sigh.

after an hour of pacing back and forth, oikawa found his self walking on a straight path towards the cafe to meet iwaizumi. he glanced at his wrist watch and he was surprised that he's fifteen minutes earlier.

he was pretty sure he took all of his time choosing what to wear and talking to makki, yet he still ended up arriving early.

he ordered a vanilla bean frappuccino as he stared at his phone, waiting for iwaizumi's message.

he was getting pretty anxious as he glanced on his wrist watch. he knows that the only thing that binds them together is the contract that he had signed. even with the contract, he may or may not be stood up. he smacked his head to stop himself from thinking silly thoughts.

he heaved a deep sigh as he remembers the reason why did the two of them decided to meet up, on a peaceful sunday afternoon.

if he had decided earlier to just tell iwaizumi that he can't meet up with him, he would be under the comfort of his house and he's probably asleep at the moment.

he heaved another deep sigh as his mind got clouded with thoughts about himself getting stood up. he felt someone's presence behind him and when he turned around he saw iwaizumi with a smirk plastered on his face.

oikawa couldn't stop himself from staring at iwaizumi. man's wearing a navy crew-neck t-shirt, paired with black jeans and a pair of white canvas low top sneakers.

he looks good, oikawa though to himself. he immediately erased the thought by plastering a soft smile.

"oh, you arrived earlier than i expected."

iwaizumi sat on a vacant seat as he stares at oikawa who seemed to be in a daze. he waves his hand in front of oikawa, to get his attention, luckily he did. "y-yes?"

"what's wrong with you? you alright?" iwaizumi asked oikawa and he nodded his head. he grabbed his drink and took a sip.

iwaizumi cleared his throat before he faced oikawa, he formed a small smile on his lips.

"so, shall we start?"