Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 17

Monday sucked. Tuesday sucked. And Wednesday looked like it was trying real damn hard to keep up the trend.

Iwaizumi sighed, leaning his forehead against his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut against the mess splayed across his desk.

"Iwaizumi-san, the printers are on the phone again," Kindaichi said, covering the mouthpiece and holding it away from his face. He looked like a child reporting to mom.

"I'm not here," Iwaizumi grumbled. "In fact, I'm dead. They can no longer harass me. If it's that important to them, tell them to bring their lawyer to my grave."

Iwaizumi opened his eyes just enough to watch Kindaichi blink in mild shock and horror. Iwaizumi stared back at him, straight faced. Kindaichi brought the receiver back to his mouth, eyelids fluttering nervously, "Uhm... he left the office for a bit... could I..."

Iwaizumi sighed and closed his eyes again. Then he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, the short beat of a text message.

"Ahg," he spat out loud. "Who wants me to do what?" Then his heart clenched in his chest and his jaw squeezed shut.

>> Yoohoo~~ Iwa-chan~~

Iwaizumi glared down at his phone. How. How.

He moved his fingers over his keyboard to respond,

>> How did you get my cell number? I gave you my email address.

Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose, gently massaging it and hoping that this headache didn't coalesce into a full blown migraine. His phone buzzed again,

>> I took a business card off your desk when I visited your office silly!

Next to the message was a very elaborate emoticon of a face sticking its tongue out. Was it flashing a peace sign?

Iwaizumi's eyes slid to the business card holder on his desk. He slapped it over so it was sitting face down.

>> I will block you.

>> Aww Iwa-chan, I just want you to come get your coat.

>> No.

>> Mean! I don't want it taking up space in my apartment anymore!

>> Burn it.

>> YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE THIS GRUMPY.

A screaming emote accompanied this message.

>> Oikawa please. I need to get back to work.

>> I am going to spam the inboxes of all your emails with a new email address every time you block me until you come pick up this damn coat :D

Iwaizumi frowned deep. Oikawa was a terrorist. He finally understood.

>> You know where I work, just bring it by the office.

>> Iwa-chan, you're a grown man aren't you? I don't want to carry it around. Pick it up Friday after work. Then I'll stop spamming you <3

Iwaizumi felt himself sigh. He shook away the image of Oikawa leaving with Kageyama, tried to pull the bitterness away from his mouth as he responded,

>> Fine. Address.

Oikawa sent an emote of a face doing a victory fist pump. These things just kept getting more and more elaborate.

Oikawa's address was in the text message that followed. Iwaizumi dropped his cell phone in his lap. He ignored the flutter of his heart when he thought about seeing Oikawa again. He would have to ignore it on Friday as well.