Effortless

"It'll work if it's with you."

Oikawa Tooru is by no doubt a talented individual with no time on his hands. For about a total of 476 days, you were together with the brunette bound by a contract to protect him and his privacy at all costs. Certainly body guarding was not a ideal career you had in mind once you were fresh out of college, but Oikawa paid well and brought you to various countries, free of charge. There are interests shared between you two such as the love of sports (he with volleyball and you with basketball) and the need to overcome a certain rival, although the biggest shared trait is perhaps the lack of proper connection.

Oikawa is a man you could describe to be more of a socialite: highly valued within every social court, possesses deep connections with powerful members of society, and ease in terms of forging successful relations whether they be business or not. Even with that professional facade lies a child-like interior that never hesitated to pout or complain when it comes to various subjects, but the sense of falsities that are smothered in your face never fails to irk you.

One particular night leads the both of you alone in a particularly large room: you dressed in the typical suit and Oikawa donning a tradition tuxedo stand before the lit cityscape with glasses of wine. Oikawa mentioned a private celebration he wanted to have with a friend – you never imagined he was talking of you.

"Hey, it's been almost a year-and-a-half? It's been one hell of a truce." Oikawa mentions as he lifts a hand stuffed in his trouser pockets to swipe at his bangs. He usually did that whenever he wanted to discuss something personal.

"I remember the time you wanted to get rid of me. You wanted to be the person standing at the top, and you deserve it with your hard work and all." Oikawa laughs and downs the rest of merlot.

"____-chan, I feel like you're waiting to kill me." You remember those days of what you considered to be a 'lively year', Oikawa meant to throw you in every dangerous situation to get rid of you.

"I still need you, you still need me." Oikawa's amused by the statement, but it's truth he can't deny. He keeps friends close, enemies closer, and his body guard waiting in the dark for when the day comes for your usefulness to finally be over, he'd be the one to watch you fall first.

"You're right." It's one hell of a violent truce.