Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 32

Iwaizumi pressed his forehead against his desk and groaned.

"Kunimi," he said to the papers his face was pressed against, "I know I give you a lot of shit, but you really are a hard worker. You should go home. Sleep. Drink. Do whatever it is kids these days do."

"You know we're not that far apart in age, right?" Kunimi asked.

"Be youthful," Iwaizumi grumbled.

He heard Kunimi sigh.

Iwaizumi lifted his head. Kunimi and Kindaichi were working way too hard. They were excellent editors. They were going to turn into tiny (or in Kindaichi's case, huge) Iwaizumis and ruin their lives.

"Go home," Iwaizumi urged them.

Kunimi shot him a dirty look, "Why don't you stop moaning and do your job?"

Iwaizumi frowned at him, "You're so cruel Kunimi. Who hired you anyway?"

"You did."

"Well shit."

Kindaichi was smirking off to the side, tapping away at his keyboard without saying anything.

At least things had gotten a little better, in that regard. Ever since Oikawa went off on Kindaichi, Kindaichi had actually been known to leave at a decent time. The next day Kunimi had risen from his seat to leave, saying the normal, "Kindaichi, you coming?" And instead of being greeted with the usual "Um, no, I'll stay a bit longer," Kindaichi had said, "Yeah, let me get my things."

Kunimi had turned his stare so directly and unblinking at Iwaizumi that Iwaizumi had almost shrunk under his desk.

But he was glad. Iwaizumi blinked at his editors, the memory strong enough to allow him to smile in the present. Kindaichi deserved a shot at happiness. 

Then Iwaizumi's eyes caught sight of a new form in the doorway of their office.

Iwaizumi felt his unconscious smile slide into a grin, "Ah, my favorite Sales associate."

Daichi simpered at him, "Don't lie to me, we all know you like Suga better."

Daichi was crossing the distance between them as Iwaizumi laughed, "Give me some credit Daichi."

Daichi leaned one hand on Iwaizumi's desk, his eyes bright in spite of having to be tired, "I have something for you."

Iwaizumi blinked up at him, curious.

Daichi withdrew a bottle from behind his back, tipping it back and forth in the air in front of Iwaizumi's face, "Your favorite whiskey." Iwaizumi's eyes followed it like a pendulum.

Daichi seemed pleased. Iwaizumi was also pleased. Very pleased in fact. He reached for it.

"Ah," Daichi said, pulling it back toward him and making Iwaizumi's hands come together empty, "There are two ways you can earn this bottle."

Iwaizumi felt his lips pull down. It felt like a pout, but he didn't want to admit that he was capable of pouting.

"Either you get it when you finish up with this client," Daichi said, voice beginning to lilt up at the end, "or you can have it whenever you feel like joining me for a drink in my office."

Iwaizumi reached for it again. Daichi pulled it away with a devious smirk. Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes, "Have you no mercy?"

"I don't, actually," Daichi explained happily, "just ask my associates."

Iwaizumi rested his chin on his palm, "I'm impressed though, you got my favorite brand."

Daichi shot him an offended glance, "Jeeze Iwaizumi-san, now you need to give me some credit. How long have we been friends?"

Iwaizumi's face twisted into a taunting glare, "I don't know Daichi, how long have we been friends? How long ago did I tell you to drop the '-san' off my name?"

Daichi's eyes slid to the side and he ruffled the back of his hair, "Ah, well..."

"Mhm," Iwaizumi muttered.

"Anyway," Daichi said, regaining his conversational footing and stepping away from the desk, "I'll have this in Sales. Feel free to drop by any time."

Iwaizumi chuckled, "Okay, thanks."

"See you later Iwaizumi--"

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows hopefully.

"--san."

Iwaizumi muttered curses under his breath and turned his attention back to his work with a smile on his face.

(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺)