The door opened, and I saw an unfamiliar face. He had cream-colored skin, the type that you felt like touching could break. It looked like porcelain. He had brown hair perfectly manicured to suit his face, which made him look more mature and stylish. He had wide chocolate-colored eyes that were a similar shade to his hair. He had a nice build and a very... out-there style. Don't get me wrong, it's cute, however the plaid. Who the hell wears plaid on plaid? He had a dopey grin on his face that completely ruined the mature air he had around him, and he immediately swung the door open, jumping into Iwaizumi's arms.
"IWA-CHAN!! I MISSED YOU~" The bubbly boy squeezes Iwaizumi into a tight hug and shoves his head into his chest.
"Yeah yeah, I missed you too." I couldn't help but snicker at the nickname Oikawa has for Iwaizumi. This finally got Oikawa's attention.
He backs away from Iwaizumi's embrace and looks me up and down, eyes narrowing and lips pursed. Without that smile on his face, he looks menacing, scary even. Hell, I'm taller and buffer than him but that glare makes me feel like melting into a puddle and digging my own grave. Sayonara, world. "Iwa-chan, who's this?"
"I'm Issei Matsukawa, nice to meet you." I plaster an unsure grin onto my face, and Oikawa seems to finally process the information given when Iwaizumi gives him a side glance. It's as if they're communicating with their eyes. And how the hell do you do that?
"Ah. Mattsun-chan! Nice to finally meet you. I'm Tooru Oikawa, one of Hanamaki's best friends and Iwa-chan's boyfriend!~" He talks in a flirty, but formal tone. That grin is back on his face, but there's a hardness to it that wasn't there before. God damn, how does someone switch up that fast? "Did you tell Makki-chan he was coming with you, Iwa-chan?"
"I shot him a text, and he responded telling me to go to his room immediately, while you wait with Matsukawa in the living room." Iwaizumi gives me a side glance, a hint of worry in his eyes. "You can put your bags on the kitchen table, then make your way to the living room. I'm sure Hanamaki will appreciate the stuff you bought. Oikawa, help him bring the bags over. Those look too heavy for one person."
"But Iwa-chan, my hands are too delicate for such strenuous work-"
"I give about zero shits, Trashykawa. Go help." Oikawa pouts, then walks over to me to get some bags from out of my grasp. Iwaizumi gives Oikawa one last hard stare, then walks into the apartment.
Once Iwaizumi is gone, Oikawa physically stiffens and throws me a glare. His once bubbly voice is replaced by a cold, guarded one as he guides me to the kitchen. I can't help but feel enamored with the building itself, though I might've enjoyed it more if there wasn't someone glaring daggers into my back. It was a very modern style apartment, with a high ceiling, white walls, and white fluffy carpeting. However, the decorations were a completely different story. On one of the hallways walls, there was an award Hanamaki must've won from his modeling career. That was the only normal piece of decor in sight. Everything and I mean everything, was abstract. Art covered the walls, from artists I had never heard of to big ones like Pablo Picasso, Jason Pollock, and Wassily Kandinsky.
Stepping out of the hallway and into the big space, I could feel my jaw drop to the ground. The walls here were glass, albeit the inner walls were white. On the other side of the open space, was a balcony, and I couldn't help but think about the fact that Makki's family room alone was bigger than my entire apartment. I scoff inwardly to myself. And I thought Kuroo was rich. This is a whole other level.
"Stop dilly-dallying and make your way over to the kitchen, Matsukawa." His words cut through my trance and I make my way over to his harsh stare.
