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...
Oh yea..... There's gonna be a little ✨something✨ in this chapter so.... waTCH OUT-
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The brunette didn't know when he knocked out, all he knew was that he took a warm shower and finished dressing.
He was on his couch, an arm over his face and the room was dimly lit. He had jolted himself awake, the sudden darkness startled him and he looked at his phone; 10:37 pm.
Iwaizumi sure was taking his sweet time.
Maybe he was held up....
Oikawa sighed and rubbed his temples; he felt like crap, he went to the kitchen to grab a cup of hot water, the pills were flowing perilously through his body. His phone buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket, a text box shining into his eyes.
Iwa-chan~:
Sorry I'm late, I was held up a bit, I'll be there in 2.
Oikawa raised his eyebrows and inhaled the water vapour. Two o' clock or two minutes?
A debate ran through his head; was he going to tell Iwa-chan about his current medical status, and what good would that do?
Well...
At least it was better than hiding it from Iwa-chan. Oikawa's emotions were a mess, he was happy, angry, depressed... it was chaos within him. He wanted to cry and scream but he didn't want to let Iwa-chan watch him breakdown again.
No one would want to watch someone they care about getting hurt...
Does he even care about you in the first place-
The doorbell rang, pulling Oikawa from his tunneling thoughts. Excitement bubbled in him as he went to the front door, he ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes, and he opened his door, grinning as the hallway lights blinded him.
It was Iwaizumi Hajime.
He smiled and let the man in, after closing the door he looked back to see Iwaizumi shrug his blazer off, his signature black shirt underneath it was nearly skin tight, skimming down all the way into the tuck of his black trousers. His outfit was always all black and he always managed to look good in it.
Hot...
"Would you like something to drink?"
Iwaizumi sat heavily on the couch and held the bridge of his nose, "Water, please."
"So, how was your day?" Oikawa smiled as he grabbed a cup and turned the lights on, which made Iwa-chan grimace.
"Shitty, never before have I wanted to commit arson so badly." He punctuated with a groan, stretching his arms across the couch.
