Oikawa Tooru is in love with his boss, Iwaizumi Hajime, who seems to have taken a liking for the brilliant brunette, but what Oikawa doesn't know, is that the man he's in love with is linked to the memories he'd himself unconsciously suppressed - in...
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Gusari owns my heart with them doujinshi's of hers man i swear.....
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It had been two days, two days since Iwa-chan had unintentionally confessed....
Just the thought of that flamed the brunette's face up. He bowed his head and held his hot face in his hands, his foot tapping a way mindlessly.
Iwa-chan.... Likes me?
No, that's not possible. Maybe he was drunk.
He recalled the events of that day, when he splayed his heart out and Iwaizumi watched him, how he led him to his car, the thought of their touch brought an uneven grin on his face. Iwaizumi had spelled out his feelings without hesitation and only after that did he realise what had come out his mouth.
Oikawa grabbed a fistful of his hair and sighed, "Oh, Iwa-chan... You bastard."
Making me feel things... giving me hope.
His room was in a neat disarray, the objects strewn around his room were random and most of them were crumbled papers, his fairy-lights twinkled delicately at the other end of his room - despite it being a bright yet freezing early morning.
On his desk was his laptop; Iwa-chan told him nothing further about his "suspension" when he drove him back home, even when he had helped him out of the elevator and into his house.
Oikawa had been shocked by how flustered his boss had been, the whole time Iwa-chan had a heated face, hesitating to meet Oikawa's face, but secretly spying his every move. When he had laid Oikawa on the couch he had looked down at his shoes, just standing in front of the brunette.
"Sit down."
"Y-yeah, no, I-I, uh...." His voice had been shaky.
"I have to go, I have a lot of work to do." With a last glance at Oikawa he walked out the door and out of his sight.
The whole day had been bizarre, as if it were a dream. Oikawa wanted to call Iwa-chan and ask him if the recent events really did happen, or if his missed medication had made him delirious.
But he didn't also want to face the truth.
Iwa-chan had sent him a few spreadsheets on the ledgers, asking him to clear and double-check them before booking them into the accounts. And so, he thought, he wasn't exactly out of his job.
Half an hour later, his mind was plagued, he couldn't stop overthinking, Oikawa texted Akaashi, sending him a location and a time. After that he picked his jacket up and headed out, hoping that the sight of his pretty friend will distract him.
