^Hello, FRIKIN IMPRESSIVE-
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"He had a few.... Mental health complications; depression, various anxiety disorders and...."
He looked at Hinata, his eyes holding the fear he didn't want to openly express, "S-some sort of amnesia."
There was a long pause as the two registered the words; it felt bitter, rolling off of Tobio's tongue, memories of a weeping mother on a bright day flashed before his eyes; an unusual request, really:
"Please, look after Tooru-chan once in a while. Please."
It was weird and... scary. Tobio's regard only grew more when he heard about his senior's injury and how, despite the pain, he continued hitting it until it broke.
Well, not the knee, of course-
"Oikawa-san.... Is ill."
The smaller boy was quiet, avoiding any movements and any sort of thoughts to plague his mind, he felt a sense of guilt creep up on him; he had always looked up to the grand king, but never took his personal problems into consideration.
Whatever it took for him to get to that position.
"Hey, don't think about it." Tobio went to his boyfriend and slightly regretted telling him this, he brought the orange head into his arms and held him, gently, nudging his face into his frizzy curls, feeling it tickle his cheek.
"So, what're you going to buy for his birthday?"
"Hmmm." Tobio hummed and played with the other's hair.
"Maybe a giant alien plushie; Oikawa-san loves those."
Hinata giggled, the thought of the tall Oikawa grinning widely while hugging a plushie; well, plushie's are made for everyone, age should not be discriminated in that case.
Tobio nudged his head deeper into Hinata's side, gently tracing the ridges of his muscles beneath the fabric on his arm.
The Monday morning wasn't all that bad, when people down below on the streets rushed to make the best first impression of the week, oblivious to dangers and excitement, the two boys snuggled into their warm bubble, loving and caring for each other, for who knew who else would be out there, willing to do the same for them, or more.
Tobio loved it and so did Hinata.
"Shoyo?"
"Hm?"
A butterfly kiss was placed on Hinata's lips, softly caressing the boy's plumper lips with his thin ones; he recalled, the first time they kissed, it was sloppy, embarrassing, then they realised that that's not how kissing works.
They fit their lips into each other's, absorbing and replenishing their warmth. It grew, and soon Tobio mounted Hinata, never breaking their kiss.
At the back of his head, Tobio couldn't help but worry about Oikawa, he didn't tell Hinata the real name of the amnesia because he knew that he wouldn't be in peace, but it gnawed the black-haired boy from the inside.
Tobio moved his hands up the other male's shirt, softly circling his skin and melting into the kiss.
He desperately wished that Friday would come already.
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Iwa-chan returns.... (⌐■_■)
"You will be required to travel to Kyushu tomorrow," the hardened voice of a glassy older man came from the stale and airless room.
"I know this is a sudden request but they have asked for a representative from the board and since none of us-" He gestured at the other similar bulky and stoic males in the room, "-Are in the position to travel, we would have you go at our expense."
It's required of me to do this, because it's my job...
The young dark-haired, tanned man fiddled with his sharp tie, furrowing his brows in an attempt to appear concentrated, but in reality, he wanted so badly to drive back to Tooru's home and hold him. He wanted that so badly, just to hold, to feel his warmth, to see his beautiful smile, to rub the ghastly eyebags on his face and kiss him a better future filled with love and-
"Iwaizumi-san?"
"Yes?"
"What say you of this offer?"
You mean command-
"I will gladly accept it," he stood up, tugging at his blazer, nodding at the old men - and one woman who wished to be in the shadows - and heading out, the fresh whip of air slapping his face and filling his lungs. The room had been too stifling.
Iwaizumi tapped his earpiece and spoke into it slowly.
"Yachi-san, please, pull up my schedule and send me my flight details."
After a soft affirmation from his assistant, he continued on his way to his office, nodding gently at an employee who passed by him, he noticed that there were fewer people in the halls, of course, it's late.
Iwaizumi was more or less shocked by his own actions, a few hours ago. Despite the exhaustion of the late night, the adrenaline still buzzed faintly in his veins and his heart pounded.
He felt Tooru beneath him, he felt his warm skin on his fingertips, his fluttering and timid kiss, his butterfly touch, his beautiful eyes-
Oh, how lucky Iwaizumi felt. The patch of doubt on his heart was left unhindered and he delighted in the biased fact that Tooru might just be his...
"Iwaizumi-san."
A voice called out behind him, he looked around and saw a young man jogging up to him, he had dark eyes and a shabby but kempt hair, coming up to him, Iwaizumi recognised him as the newbie from the front desk; he worked with the communications.
"Kiyoko-san was asking for you, she's in the lounge room in C-14."
Kiyoko-san?
There was never really much word exchanged between the young chief and his employees, only when necessary, he would talk to them, hanging out with them was less required.
He made his way around the building, taking the stairs since it was only one floor down. The office complex was quite a showy one, glass window that went up for metres and the rounded sides of the building providing a circled pathway connected by elevators and stairways.
There was C-7.... C-10....
He opened the door, a push one that eased with a little amount of force, inside was a woman on the couch, facing her side.
Iwaizumi could tell she was the definition of gorgeous, her lithe body and generous curves were wrapped in a long sleeve black dress, sticking to every ridge until it ended narrowly below her knees, the graphic darkness of it brought out appropriate blue hues to her equally inky hair which swept down to her sides - pins proving unworthy - and it softly curved her heart-shaped face, the most feminine thing Iwaizumi had ever seen.
Her pale skin was strikingly clear-cut against her dark-blue eyes, which were comically fringed with long, dark lashes.
"Iwaizumi-san." She bowed slightly, Iwaizumi returned the gesture - although it wasn't really necessary, he felt as if the woman deserved it for trying to seem low-key despite her dashing looks.
"A word please," said Kiyoko, breaking the silence, her face grave, "It's about Oikawa-san."
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Hardy har har. Kiyoko simps go brrrrrrrr (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ
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FanfictionOikawa 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...
