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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Iwaizumi was overwhelmingly terrible when it came to fashion. He stared hopelessly at his closet, which was filled with all sorts of formal suits.
There was a black Zegna, a few Tom Fords and, dauntingly, a sparse collection black Dries Van Noten. Why he had that, he did not know, let alone when he had bought it.
He looked at his list of casual wears; t-shirts that have seen better days and a small pile of faded jeans.
He looked at his brand new black jeans and grabbed a sweater, he put it on and looked at the mirror.
"Nah..."
He knew he didn't have time to google shit or call someone and ask them for fashion advice; he had been held up at work that morning and he was already running late.
He pulled the sweater off and took a faded godzilla t-shirt that sat in the bottom. It was tight, the sleeves clutched his arms ruthlessly, the frayed bottom was rumpled and ended well above his navel, exposing a thick strip of his tanned skin and he basically had to peel it off.
Iwaizumi was pissed, Oikawa was gonna turn up looking gorgeous and he was gonna look disastrous.
In his anger, he grabbed a black turtleneck and a denim jacket, not even questioning its existence.
He yanked on his sneakers and glanced at his phone; it was already 7:35pm.
Another wave of vexation hit him and he grumbled, "First date of your life and your dumbass is already.... Late!" He grabbed his watch and keys, and while texting Oikawa, he got out.
Iwaizumi:
Hey, sorry I'm late. Where did you want to meet?
He headed to his car and got it, taking one last look at himself in the mirror, trying to set his dark cowlicks down. His phone didn't buzz for a long time.
Iwaizumi:
Oikawa? You there?
He fiddled with his fingers and waited for a response; nothing. He looked at the time - it was well over 7:45pm.
