Infectious || IwaOi

11.

This long ass chapter is dedicated to those who are hooked. Enjoy <3

Btw, I wrote this listening to ze song so.... I guess for maximum effect listen to dat

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Iwaizumi felt shit, least to say.

He felt so heavy, his mind woozy and no matter how many times he tried to distract himself, nothing worked; he spent hours in the gym, sweating his anger off and working out, burying himself neck deep in economic agreements and reports to the board of directors.

And he was thinking about Oikawa. That damn Oikawa.

It was a bright three o' clock on a Thursday and he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He breathed out and for the millionth time that week thought about calling Oikawa back, giving him a twenty five percent raise and anything he would need. The taller male was right, Iwaizumi couldn't find anyone to manage the ledger's and book records like the way he did and this made him only feel worse.

But there was no idea he could let him work after knowing what he was going through... right?

Although partially the reason being his infatuation with the other boy. He liked him, Iwaizumi had confessed to himself in front of the mirror the other day, he really liked the broken boy.

And then he laughed at himself after that and slapped himself across the face. Oikawa obviously would be absolutely revolted if he found out that his boss was pinning on him. And that just made Iwaizumi feel... sad.

The speaker by his desk buzzed and he pressed down a button to intercept the call.

"Yes?"

"Iwaizumi-san, your nephew Junko is here to see you." The soft voice of his assistant splintered through.

"What? Why?"

There was a pause and his assistant spoke up, "Iwaziumi-san, it's Thursday, the 16th. You promised to drive him to practise, remember?"

Iwaizumi then proceeded to groan loudly and slump in his chair, so far down that his forehead was the only thing visible from the table top.

"Thank you very much, Yachi-san. Please tell that moron to wait in the lobby."

He heard a giggle then, "Yes, Iwaizumi-san."

He unpeeled himself off the chair and ducked out of the office, there was a lounge to the eastern part of the building, which ultimately - if one went two flights up - led to a penthouse. Iwaizumi didn't like the penthouse and so he went to a fixed private room a little off the lounge.

The room was sunk in the beiges and an occasional red strip. There was a grand king-sized bed then a parlour which led to the bathroom.

Iwaizumi checked the wardrobe for clothes and let the water run hot, then he stripped and entered the cascade of warm water.

Iwaizumi thought not of the weirdness behind taking a shower in the middle of the day; it made him feel better and that was that.

I'm gonna apologise to him... Yeah, the next time I see him, I'm going to apologise for being a dick...

He made a promise.

The water unfurled from his head the many dark spikes and as he rubbed them he couldn't stop the image of Oikawa's face from resurfacing behind his eyes.

His dark hair fell in front as he bowed down, letting the cold condensation on the wall cool his heated forehead.

While he spent at least ten minutes in the shower, he was thinking about how he should apologise. He drew out the thousands of them down to a few.