Infectious || IwaOi

2.

PANIC

"Oikawa Tooru to report to the west side headquarters." The monotonous voice flooded out of the speaker overhead. Oikawa, with a handful of papers loosened his tie and forced his way to the elevator.

With a solid five hour sleep, a whole day at the office was a very hard thing to demand, even for a dedicated person like Oikawa.

He was greeted along the way, everyone loved him, those who didn't were either jealous of his looks or his wealth, but he never let it go into his head.

Or rather, it was hard to.

Oikawa stepped into the elevator on the way to the bridged third floor, in the mirror he looked at his disheveled self and arranged the papers in his arm. He ran a hands through his brown hair, the length was gelled back which gave him an air of seriousness. He squinted at the reflection of his contacts that covered his hazel irises and straightened his navy blue blazer, his dark tie was to match and his shirt was a crisp white. The slim pants he bought the other say made him feel so happy, he just looked too good...

He was so busy admiring himself he almost didn't notice the other person riding the elevator with him, it was a woman with black hair and glasses. She had a mole near her chin and her eyelashes were long, making the simple action of blinking a lot more pleasing.

Now she would make an amazing model....

She looked at him, her eyes a dark blue and alluring. Oikawa paused for a moment.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you at all.."

"It's fine."

She had a gentle voice too. "My name is Oikawa Tooru. Nice to meet you."

The girl hesitated and looked away momentarily, then she met his eyes, "Kiyoko Shimizu, the pleasure is mine, thank you."

Shimizu, nice name...

"I'm new here so..." Kiyoko let the words hang.

"I-it's fine. It's alright, it's not terrible working here."

She almost grinned.

The elevator halted and forced him out, "Well, I hope we see each other again, Kiyoko-san." He gave her one of his biggest smiles.

She didn't blush or stutter; she simply smiled, "Mhm, I hope so too."

The bridge to the second building which led up to the headquarters was enclosed in iron and glass. It was utterly empty.

Oikawa slowed down a bit, barely aware of the time he wasted. His grin dropped down, whipping clean of his face and he bit his lip. Why was he feeling this way? He looked around wildly, trying to find a window, something that would slap this blanket of heat from his face; his fluttering eyes found nothing.

He clutched at  his chest through his shirt, now longer crisp, but instead slightly stuck to the sweat on his body.

In a matter of seconds, an overwhelming wave of panic swallowed him and he was struggling to take in oxygen; it was everywhere, yet nothing left for him. His vision swam and his body dragged him down. Deep pants and desperate gasps raked his body.

It's fine, it's fine, you're okay, just breathe, come on...

The sickening act of calming himself  down made him feel pathetic.

It was only after a few minutes that he was able to regain his normal breathing and look around without having everything spin. Oikawa had been having panic attacks like this recently, he did not know why, but whatever the reason, he hated it.

It made him feel bad. He hated it so much.

He wiped his face with a hanky and continued on the journey, not even looking up to catch his reflection or anything, he simply walked on, not caring about who might've seen him.

"You're late."

Oikawa straightened at the sight of his boss, narrowing his hazel eyes slightly, "I'm aware of that. I'm sorry."

The west side headquarters was a huge chamber that branched into many rooms, the big one being the designated office of the chief executive officer. The room was washed with beige and gold, a bit of silver sparkled here and he couldn't help but welcome the vibe the room radiated.

In front of him was the devil himself, Oikawa briefly thought back to the doodle he had made the previous day of the man in front of him, hmm...

He could've made him a lot... buffer?

"Oikawa-san."

"Y-yes sir." He said instantly.

"I told you to drop the sir."

Iwaizumi Hajime was that man, the intimidating tiger who everyone looked up to but never looked at. His eyes could kill you.

Or so they say...

To Oikawa, Iwaizumi was just another man with talent, and someone who had been through things in order to lose the light in his eyes. He almost didn't want to imagine it.

"Come into my office, Oikawa."

Despite being older than him, Iwaizumi always respected the brunette, not because of his father and his status, but because he felt like he deserved it, many times he'd looked at the way Oikawa managed in the office, reminding himself of the other professions he balances and wished that the other boy had been made CEO instead of himself, but he never dared utter those words.

For he was there the day that responsibility was supplanted from Oikawa's shoulder and onto his, he had witnessed the quarrel between the father and son, and he pitied the boy a little.

Iwaizumi respected Oikawa, nothing more.

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Heyyy....

Guys I'm so fing sorry for the late update I was trying to draw Iwa-chan¬ but that dude's SPIKES PISS ME OFFF

so I gave up..... naturally...

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