LETTERS TO YOU • AN iWAOi FANFiC

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oikawa's pov

iwa and i entered the club, him walking normally, and me dramatically strutting. i was a bit confused on what had recently transpired, so much had happened that i couldn't really wrap my brain around it.

firstly, iwa's fiance had cheated on him?...why? like that is a whole man right there. he's sweet in an aggressively caring kinda way. i don't really understand what she was trying to do there. i have seen his assistant before, there's not much there.

secondly, iwa was acting odd. the way he asked me to stay with him in the club. the hug in the cab that made my heart race. it felt way too affectionate.

usually, iwa and i will go to scope out a bar after a bad breakup that either of us had, but we didn't stay together those times, seeing as we were normally looking for a distraction.

then again, none of his breakups had been quite as bad as this one.

we had chosen an upscale club this time. the club was relatively new and took a modern approach to class. no neon light eyesores could be seen, replaced with white l.e.d lights that pulsed in time with the beat of whatever song was playing.

iwa and i approached the bar, taking quick glances around as we did so. groups of girls huddled together eyeing the others in the club. couples and friends occupied the dance floor. the flashing lights slightly bothered my eyes, and iwa had a sour look on his face. i decided he was much too sober for all the shit that had happened that night and ordered a few shots for us.

time after that passed in a blur. true to my word, i stayed right by iwa the whole time. right after my first drink is when i wanted to hit the dance floor, but it was only after a couple more that i was able to convince iwa to venture out with me.

neither of us were lightweights in the least, as our many nights out in college had proven, but a pleasant buzzing could be felt all throughout my body as we swayed to the music.

i am proud to say that i am an amazing dancer. i may not have a ton of ass, but i can work with the little i have. it's mostly from the flexibility in my body i gained from swimming in high school (the only sport i was willing to even try).

i didn't really have a favorite type of music, nor did iwa. anytime i got 'too far' from him, iwa would tug on my hand so i couldn't go 'wandering'.

i was really vibing with the music when it switched to a more sensual song, and my tipsy ass decided to grind on iwa.

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