Infectious || IwaOi

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^Credits to artist<3

Iwaizumi thought Oikawa looked a lot more nervous than ever, he saw that his face was faced down - but that was probably because of himself - and his hands were fiddling with themselves.

"Tooru." He called, he found himself at liberty to call the other by his first name when they were alone. Also, he liked his name.

"Y-yes?"

"I had received an invitation from the board about a trip to Europe next week, a more... international configuration for our new project is being set and..."

Iwaizumi leaned forward on his desk, "I want you to come with me."

This caught the attention of the brunette and he looked up, "M-me? Why me?"

"Because," replied Iwaizumi, lightly, "Why not?"

But the truth was, for the past few days, when he wasn't in sight of Oikawa, Iwaizumi had been digging through the brunette's medical history, trying to figure out what exactly led to this disorder of his.

He didn't want Oikawa to know just how infatuated he was in solving his affliction. Iwaizumi wanted to- no, he had to help Oikawa.

But since Oikawa remembered nothing, he had to fly solo.

He clenched his fist beneath the table, troubled.

"This is a grande opportunity," explained Oikawa, his voice soft, "Shouldn't you ask someone else?"

You know, someone who actually deserves it. Oikawa silently thought.

"No," said Iwaizumi, his voice set, "I would rather go there with you. Besides," The young chief got up and walked around his desk, "Would you really like it if I toured Europe with someone else?"

The nearness of his voice made Oikawa shudder and he looked up, meeting his dark olive gaze, "No." He heard himself whisper back.

Under the dimly lit room of Iwaizumi's office, the upright male cupped Oikawa's face, rubbing his thumb across the other's bottom lip; he smirked when Oikawa's face turned red as he looked away.

"Are you ready for tonight?"

Oikawa swallowed thickly, his gaze lost in the enticing and alluring eyes of Iwaizumi, he wanted to speak, to say yes, but his mouth felt dry, he couldn't muster up any words.

Iwaizumi bowed down and gently brushed their lips together, a smirk on his lips before he sealed the space. 

Oikawa gasped and cupped Iwaizumi's face with his hands, the tips of his fingers shaking a little, Iwaizumi's kiss was sweet, gentle and sharp; all at the same time.

It drove the brunette a little to the edge.

Iwaizumi deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue slightly over Oikawa's lip and groaning; a little grin forming when he heard the other moan, feeling his own heart racing uncontrollably.

If only Iwaizumi could shove all of Oikawa's problems aside, he could truly say that his relationship with Oikawa was as perfect as the term could take them.

Despite all hardships, he would find Oikawa, through their childhood Iwaizumi always felt like it had just been the two of them.

Even when they had been separated after high school, Iwaizumi knew a part of him had always been embedded in Oikawa; his other half.

He recalled his mother telling him the story of how they had been named; Tooru and Hajime - complimentary names.

He couldn't have asked for a better name.

The kiss was addictive and entrancing, whenever he wanted to pull away, something pulled him back, persuading him to get more. And he liked it.

He finally pulled apart, meeting Oikawa's flustered face, the blush on his face prominent and his lust-imprinted face stirred Iwaizumi.

We're still at work, we're still at work-

"Iwa-chan?"

The uneasy nervousness of his voice brought him back, he blinked at the brunette questioningly.

"Um.. about last night's conversation..."

Oh....

"Yeah.." Iwaizumi walked away, unable to start the next topic. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

He saw the brunette look down shyly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Yeah..."

It wasn't going to be an easy topic to discuss, Iwaizumi knew that, but he had to know just about how much Oikawa remembered about his high school days before saying anything.

If Oikawa was to - by some fortunate accident - have his memories back; from when he was in high school, would that mean that his current memories with Iwaizumi would be gone?

The young chief took a deep breath after he sent Oikawa to his office, dismissing him. But really, there are so many questions in his head, really pondering as to why Oikawa, of all people, could forget... all of that.

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Oikawa was nervous, he fiddled his tie for the millionth time that evening.

It's happening, it's actually happening.

I'm going on an actual date with Iwa-chan-

He jumped slightly when the sudden shrill of his doorbell sounded, provoking a string of erratic heartbeats, Oikawa gave himself one last glance before heading out of his room.

He didn't bother calling Keiji to help him with his date; he wanted this one to be genuine, a plain impromptu one with just himself and Iwaizumi.

He was wearing a white shirt and dark jeans, a simple leather jacket thrown on and his hair was freshly washed, but not styled.

He clumsily made his way to the door after bumping his shoulder on the counter, anticipation on his face as he opened it to see his date for the night.

And there he was; Iwaizumi, clad in his signature black shirt with a brown jacket, he looked at Oikawa once the door opened, their eyes locked.

The brunette's face broke into a grin, "Iwa-chan." He breathed out.

The other male returned the gesture, grinning fondly back at him, "Tooru."

Iwaizumi held an outstretched hand to him, palm up, and he looked at him, the grin never leaving.

"You ready?"

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Guys it's happening, it's actually happening, my first attempt in ˢᵐᵘᵗ is gonna be in the next chapter and KHDKSLHVDASLDJASVDLASDLA

Just so you know, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW GAESEX WORKS ok? so I'm sorry if it sounds unrealistic, I had to do a little, um... resEaRcH???

Like I said before, I only started writing this to practise, so pls let me know if there's any details I can add to make the story more enticing.

STAY CHEEKI BREEKI. BYEEEE