oikawa stood up and started stretching his limbs, he had been sitting for god knows how long and how thankful he was that he actually finished everything that needs to be done before lunchtime. well, he promised to meet iwaizumi at his office later, and they have been doing it for days already. he has been ditching makki at lunch and he somehow felt really guilty.
he wanted to tell makki what is going on but he cannot bring himself to actually do it. it is not because he does not trust makki, in fact, he trusts makki more than himself. it is just that he wanted to keep what is going on between him and iwaizumi a secret, if that is even possible. he wanted to keep it a secret for iwaizumi's sake, but he would really love to let everyone know that he is dating iwaizumi hajime.
he glanced at his wrist watch and he still have fifteen minutes before lunchtime. he turned his head toward makki's direction, only to find out that makki was already heading toward his direction.
makki walks in a zigzag pattern, his eyes fixated on his phone, and just by the looks of it, oikawa knew that makki is texting his boyfriend, mattsun. maybe gossiping about something.
"oh my god oikawa, you would not believe what i just read!" oikawa could hear the excitement in makki's voice, and oikawa does not want to ruin that cheerful and excited tone of his friend, but he has an idea and he probably knows what did makki just read.
"wait let me guess," makki's energy and that cheerful vibes that he radiates earlier, instantly dropped to a number lower than zero. "you just read a not-so-lame joke and it really made you happy, because you just got scolded earlier for laughing so hard."
makki's face grimaced, as oikawa made him remembered what the hell just happened earlier. oikawa bit his lower lip to hold back his laughter, "oh my god, you don't really have to remind me." makki heaved a deep sigh, "oh god, you just made me remembered everything."
makki heaved another deep sigh as he shifted his gaze toward his desk, oikawa did the same. oikawa lightly pushed makki away from him, "i think you should be working instead of chatting." oikawa plasters a sweet smile on his face, the kind of smile that makki really finds annoying. "fucking read this, then i'll finish my work."
oikawa let out an exasperated sigh before he snatched makki's phone on his hand. he rolled his eyes before he started reading whatever it is that makki wants him to read. and oikawa mentally applaud himself, he was not wrong when he described what makki just read as a not-so-lame joke. but well, it is a bit lame for oikawa, it did not even made him plaster a small smile on his lips.
oikawa heaved a deep sigh as he lightly shakes his head. he was kinda disappointed, but definitely not surprised. "another joke has died, rest in peace." makki bit his lower lip, he snatched his phone back, as he started glaring at his friend. he would've wanted to wring oikawa's neck at the moment, but he needs to know something first before wringing oikawa's neck. he needs oikawa to spill the tea, for he believes that oikawa, spilling the tea, is way more worth it than actually wringing his bestfriend's neck.
"you're no fun!" makki clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes. oikawa, after having a good laugh, decided to sat on his seat as he waited for the remaining time to pass by already.
makki was pretty sure, a minute or two already passed and instead of heading back toward his stall and do his job properly, he decided to just stand beside oikawa and find out what the hell is going on inside oikawa's head.
makki crossed his arms over his chest as he sat on top of oikawa's free from pile of documents table, which he regretted later on, because he felt really envious. "ah, i should've held back my laughter earlier. but whatever, shitty documents won't stop me from having lunch with issei."

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kisser for hire • iwaoi
Fanfictionin which tooru oikawa wanted to know how it would feel like to have someone's lips on his.