LETTERS TO YOU • AN iWAOi FANFiC

𝟎𝟔

iwaizumi- age 27- august 13, 2021

i walked into my office about a week later, grumbling as i started craving some of tooru's coffee. it was early morning, and as the president of my own publishing company, i always held myself up to the standard of getting there earlier than my employees.

unlike tooru, i hadn't had my life planned since our third year in high school. while he figured out he wanted to professionally write and did so in college, i was floating through without any real goal or passion.

it wasn't until tooru had me help him edit his book and make it more appealing to publishing companies that i realized how much i liked it. so i talked to the publisher who published tooru's first book, got an internship, and clawed my way up the ladder.

ishi, my fiance, was the daughter of one of my clients. she would occasionally tag along with her mom, bringing snacks and coffee for the group as we worked.

she was slightly shocked when i told her i didn't like coffee and had an uncomfortable look on her face when tooru brought me some coffee he made. she never seemed to like tooru much, but i just assumed it was his flirty nature or slight arrogance. i never would have guessed she was homophobic but figured out as much when we had a fight about it a few months ago.

tooru had always known he liked boys, his first crush was one, and i grew up with him, so i had never seen people liking the same gender as anything but normal. i was exposed to homophobia and the fact that some people had a different opinion than me as i grew up a bit more.

i sighed and delved into my workload, the soft hum of conversation outside my closed office door growing steadily louder as the hours climbed higher on the clock and the sun climbed higher in the sky.

i recalled tooru's eye bags and dry skin, pausing my typing for a second. i always knew he could get really into writing (or whatever he was determined to do) and sometimes struggled to take the time to get up from his desk, eat, drink water, etc.

one time i walked in the house without knocking, found him by his computer with three empty coffee cups by side and had a full conversation with him. scariest thing? he was typing the entire time we were talking, simultaneously responding to my vague death threats and typing out an entire three pages on an elven prince and a warlock's love story, without even looking at the screen.

safe to say, i had cussed him out, removed him from his desk, sat him down at the table, and forced a meal down his throat.

a little worried, i picked up my phone, called him, and listened to the sharp rings as i tensely waited for him to answer.

"y-yes?" his raspy voice rang in my ears, and i scoffed, already knowing he probably hasn't drunk anything for hours.

"drink some water shittykawa." simple and sweet, that would suffice. now i could get back to work without worrying myself anymo-

"and eat a whole damn meal this time." i couldn't stop talking.

"don't stare at your computer for hours at a time either, especially without your glasses.

"take a break and stretch every once in a while." i stabbed myself internally as i tried to stop the word vomit i was currently spewing. i could almost hear the teasing smirk he was probably developing on his end of the phone.

i was, however, unpleasantly surprised when he panted heavily, responded with a quick "i will, iwa-chan." and probably went to hang up.

i was about to protest, because god knows when tooru will properly listen to me, when the stern lecture i was about to begin was cut off by a quick moan.

a moan from tooru. it was soft and cut off quickly by a gasp, but it was there.

"hang up the phone, dear." a male's voice was distinct in the background, it's seductive tone causing my stomach to knot uncomfortably. "wouldn't want someone hearing this, would we?"

after that little...comment, a beep was heard as the call ended and a lump developed in my throat. my face was flushed in embarrassment and discomfort.

i decided to put that little episode behind me and just chose to scold tooru later for answering the phone while having...a...guest over. pushing tooru's sound of pleasure to the back of my mind and trying to ignore the fact that he was having sex right now, i got back to work.

▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃