kisser for hire • iwaoi

eighteen

oikawa held his head as he sat up. he gently massaged his temple, clearly unaware that he's not in his room, but in iwaizumi's. he doesn't know that it's iwaizumi's bed not his and he doesn't know that he's wearing iwaizumi's clothes.

the door flung open, revealing iwaizumi hajime who just went out of the bathroom, dripping wet. a towel was wrapped around his waist and oikawa felt guilty as he wished that the towel, wrapped around iwaizumi's waist would just fall off. he had a good look on iwaizumi's body before he turned his head towards the other direction, clearly embarrassed.

"sorry, did i wake you up?" iwaizumi asked oikawa, and that's when oikawa realized where he is at the moment. his body stiffens while his eyes widens, "n-no, you didn't wake me up." oikawa reassured iwaizumi.

iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders before he made  his way towards his closet to get some fresh set of clothes. upon seeing iwaizumi holding some clothes in his hands, oikawa's gaze slowly dropped on the clothes that he's wearing. he's not wearing his clothes from yesterday, and he's a hundred percent sure that he's wearing iwaizumi's clothes.

he felt heat rushed through his cheeks. he covered his face with his hands, parting his index and middle finger to take a peek at the masterpiece in front of him, who is currently busy rummaging through his closet, finding some clothes to wear.

little by little, he remembered everything that had happened last night. he remembered how he jumped at iwaizumi and how he told iwaizumi some embarrassing stuff that he shouldn't have told him in the first place.

he watched iwaizumi as he entered the bathroom with the clothes in his hands. oikawa wrapped his arms around himself. he decided not to ask iwaizumi anything besides where are his clothes.

his eyes has been roaming around the room for five minutes, scanning every picture that is visible in his own eyes. his mouth lightly parts as he stares at the picture frame on iwaizumi's nightstand.

it was a picture of iwaizumi and the CEO of the company in which oikawa works at. "hm, they must be close with each other."

once again, the door flung open revealing iwaizumi, wearing a sleeveless shirt and a boxer shorts.

"i guess, it's pretty normal to be that close with your father." oikawa's eyes shot open because iwaizumi's words startled the hell out of him.

there was a long deafening silence between the two of them, while oikawa comprehends everything  inside his mind.

it took him a minute or two before he bombarded iwaizumi with, what, where, when, why, how questions.

iwaizumi didn't expect this kind of reaction at all. he had been working on that company for weeks now, so he thought oikawa knew or at least he had a teeny-tiny bit idea that iwaizumi's somewhat related to the CEO.

after all, the position that iwaizumi plays isn't something that can be obtain by someone who's not yet in the world of business for years.

after changing into his clothes, iwaizumi went out of the bathroom, hands on his waist. and oikawa couldn't refrain himself from taking a good look at iwaizumi's biceps. iwaizumi, wearing a sleeveless shirt and flexing those biceps, could be the reason of oikawa's sudden death.

"wait, wait, that's-- what?!" iwaizumi lets out a laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest. he sat on the edge of the bed as he watches oikawa with amusement. he rested his chin on his palm as he continues to stare at oikawa.

oikawa's gaze keeps on shuffling all over the room, trying his best to avoid iwaizumi's. "geez, stop staring." oikawa rolls his eyes, trying to act tough.