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“No look press here, on the red button.
- You just told me to press the blue one!
- No I didn’t!
Iwaizumi and Oikawa were bickering, hunched over the coffee machine as Oikawa desperately tried to teach Iwaizumi how to make a decaf. They had already been working together for two weeks now but Iwaizumi had strictly sticked to serving and cleaning, leaving the bartending to Oikawa. They had grown a little closer, exchanging a few friendly words and jokes over lunch and working nicely together to maintain order in the coffee shop. But this good chemistry was slowly starting to dissolve as Oikawa watched Iwaizumi struggle with the coffee machine for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He understood that Iwaizumi hadn’t touched a coffee machine in ten years, but his frustration was quickly growing. He finally exploded when Iwaizumi pressed the button for hot water instead of milk, ruining what could’ve been his first perfect vanilla latte. He slapped his hand on his forehead and spoke in his whiniest voice:
- Iwa-chan, I swear you’re doing this on purpose to piss me off. Are you trying to get fired on your first month before you can even get payed?
When he finally dropped his hand to his side to look at Iwaizumi, he realised he must’ve said something wrong.
- What did you just call me?
- Iwaizu-, oh. Sorry, it’s a bad habit I have. I do it without noticing. I didn’t mean to call you like that.
Oikawa was stuttering a little, waving his hands in front of him, face flushed in embarrassment and fear. He had managed to forget about Iwaizumi’s past in the little time they had spent together but as he stared at Iwaizumi with wide eyes, vivid images of him slaughtering innocent people flashed behind in his mind. But Iwaizumi wasn’t doing anything and Oikawa quickly dismissed the bloody corpses, internally slapping himself for being so overly dramatic. Too preoccupied by his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed how close Iwaizumi had gotten until it was too late to move away and he found himself stuck between a hard wall and an equally hard chest. His hands were still up but he didn’t dare move them, too afraid to accidentally touch Iwaizumi. The images he had just dismissed from his mind were slowly starting to reappear. A rough hand suddenly grabbed his chin, pushing it to the side. He shivered as he felt Iwaizumi’s breath on his neck, whispering into his ear:
- Tooru, you need to show more respect for your elders. Don’t go around disrespecting my name like that.
He pulled away fast as the door opened with the sound of a bell. Oikawa heard him talk to the client and he suddenly realised how he must’ve looked right now. He rushed to his office, not caring if Iwaizumi messed up the girl’s order. He dropped in his chair with a sigh. His hands were shaking as he pulled his phone from his pocket to examine his face in the camera. His pupils were blown, cheeks red, and lips still parted from the shock. He looked sinfully aroused, which he suspected was far from the reaction Iwaizumi was trying to get from him. Oikawa knew he was supposed to be scared but he felt himself blush again as he remembered the feeling of Iwaizumi’s breath tickling his neck. He needed to pull himself together and head back out there. He breathed deeply a few times, rearranged his hair and clothes, waiting for his blush to fade away. When he stepped out of the office, he wore a perfect mask, his usual smug expression. Oikawa realised he hadn’t worn it in a while, he found himself always smiling casually when working with Iwaizumi. His presence was weirdly comforting and enjoyable. He spotted Iwaizumi talking with clients, a few tables away from the counter. They didn’t exchange any more words for the rest of the shift, apart from orders and table numbers. Oikawa hadn’t met Iwaizumi’s eyes once either, too afraid of what he would find in them. Resentment, belittling, mocking? Whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything good after Oikawa had messed up this badly.
When the shift was finally over, Oikawa rushed to his office once again, changing out of his uniform quickly so he could leave before Iwaizumi had a chance to talk to him again and potentially murder him violently. His plan fell apart miserably when he found Iwaizumi leaning against the door frame, watching him carefully. Oikawa wondered momentarily how long he had been there, and how much he had seen. But before he could get any further in his train of thought, Iwaizumi stood up straight and walked towards him, only stopping when there were just a few inches separating them. Even though Oikawa was slightly taller than Iwaizumi, he felt tiny standing next to him. He felt like he could just disappear between his broad shoulders. Iwaizumi leaned in closer, and Oikawa found himself trapped against him again, hot breath on his ear and hands encircling him.
- Do I make you nervous Tooru?
A weak and quiet maybe escaped Oikawa’s lips. He couldn’t see Iwaizumi but he could feel him smirking at the answer. Iwaizumi didn’t move, still hovering over Oikawa like a predator over his prey, savouring its weakness. Oikawa spoke before he thought once again:
- Are you gonna kill me?
His voice faltered as he said the words, realising just a bit too late how stupid they sounded. Iwaizumi slowly pulled away from Oikawa, a frown on his face. Oikawa thought he must’ve looked terrified because Iwaizumi’s features immediately softened, he looked almost regretful, guilty.
- Of course not, I was just joking around. I didn’t mean to- I was flirting Oikawa, not plotting your death…
Oh, was the only answer Oikawa managed to think of. He wished the ground would just swallow him whole, he wanted to die. This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever done. How could he even be stupid enough to think Iwaizumi was trying to kill him. He was probably so offended.
- I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I don’t know why I freaked out like that. I didn’t mean to insinuate- You did your time, I just-
Oikawa kept cutting himself off, desperately trying to find the right words. Apologising wasn’t something he did much and turns out it wasn’t easy. He was looking at his feet, still feeling too ashamed to look at Iwaizumi. His monologue of failed attempts at apologising seemed endless so Iwaizumi thought he would just help him finish it. His lips gently touched Oikawa’s, swallowing the end of his sentence. After a few seconds of awkward stillness, Oikawa finally melted into the kiss, hands tangling in Iwaizumi’s spiky hair. They separated a moment later, out of breath. Oikawa stared at Iwaizumi quietly, waiting to see what would happen next.
- If I knew this was all it took to stop your whining, I would’ve kissed you a long time ago.
- Iwa-chan! How dare you say that.
- Now Tooru, what did I say about putting respect on my name?
Oikawa blushed deeply again, and Iwaizumi laughed like he did the first day they met, honest and loud. Oikawa smiled, his heart fluttering happily at the sound. They left the coffeeshop hand in hand, walking slowly towards Oikawa’s apartment under the sunset…