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“Lover don't make me pull up my 50 slide PowerPoint on why the earth is not flat.” Matsukawa argued, stopping in his tracks to hold his partner’s hands.
“Babe I love you. I really do. But I can't stress this enough, The Earth is not round.” Hanamaki rebutted, shaking his head.
Iwaizumi enjoyed his friend’s company.
Most of the time.
But after spending the last twenty four hours with the duo, he could really use a drink.
Preferably a strong one.
So as the three of them made their way into the bar, Iwaizumi couldn't help but feel relaxed as his eyes began scanning the room. A soft jazz instrumental filled the quiet bar. Walls decorated with simple vintage posters each one evenly spaced out seemed to fit the overall vibe. The dark square wooden tables surrounded by the black booths lined down one side, provided a simple yet sophisticated feel. Circular tables and chairs dispersed to fill the empty floor space between each wall. Across the room his eyes lingered on the shelves supporting bottles of various shapes and sizes, all illuminated by a soft turquoise light. In front of the turquoise lit wall was a long dark wooden bar with matching stools lining down one side.
“Get out.”
“Oh come on Tooru, don't be like that.” Hanamaki whined.
Iwaizumi looked over to the new voice surprised seeing a brunette behind the counter. Dark brown eyes stared at the two trouble makers as the man crossed his arms. “No. Everytime you two come in here I always end up cleaning up your mess.” As if to add emphasis to his statement he pointed a finger at Hanamaki and Matsukawa, moving it between the two.
“But we brought you a present to make up for it.” Issei smirked, eyes shifting over to the waiter beside him. Hanamaki nodded both of them standing in front of Iwaizumi.
“What is it?” The brunette asked, irritation still laced in his voice.
“Babe. Drumroll please?” Hanamaki asked.
“Gotcha.” Matsukawa smiled bending down to pat his thighs.
The man, Iwaizumi assumed was the bartender, stared at the two expectantly, his face falling as the patting continued. Almost two minutes went by before another man entered the bar through a backdoor.
“Whatever that god-awful sound is Tooru cut it out before I shove my foot up your ass.” The new man barked before his eyes landed on the group across the bar. “Oh, it's just you two.”
“Aw don't sound too disappointed Daichi.”
“Yeah we brought you guys a present.”
“A present?” Daichi (Iwazumi assumed) asked skeptically.
“Mhm. Can I get a drumroll please angel?” Matsukawa asked, smiling.
“Anything for you darling.” Takahiro leaned down patting his thighs.
“Oh for christs sake just show us the damn thing already!” Tooru yelled, finally snapping.
As if on cue the two slid off to the side grinning like idiots. Noticing nothing was behind them, silence filled the bar.
“Is this sort of cruel and unusual punishment?” The bartender sighed.
As the three argued back and forth, Iwaizumi made his way to the counter, waving down the man who entered through the backdoor earlier. Catching Iwaizumi’s wave he began his walk down the bar towards his stool.
“Ah sorry about those two. What can I get you?” He asked politely.
“Just a beer is fine.” Iwaizumi grunted.
“First time here?” Daichi asked, grabbing a glass from beneath the counter.
“Yeah came here with those two.” Iwaizumi threw a thumb over to the side, pointing back at the two waiters he came in with.
“Oh really? How do you know dumb and dumber?” The bartender asked, moving to the tab beginning to pour the drink.
“I used to work with them. Unfortunately.” He deadpanned.
Daichi chuckled lightly before sliding the full glass of beer over to Iwaizumi. He gave a nod before taking a sip. Glancing over at the two idiots, he couldn't help but chuckle at the scene that was playing out. On the other side of the counter Hanamaki and Matsukawa stood almost screaming at the bartender in front of them. The bartender- now red faced and steaming- pointed his finger at the two yelling right back.
“What the hell do you mean water is wet? That doesn't make any sense?” The brunette yelled.
Daichi chuckled nervously before putting up a finger. “Excuse me.”
Walking over to the disaster zone he grabbed the bartender by the back of the neck, dragging him over to Iwaizumi. “Take care of him and leave those two alone!” He said in a tone that left little room for argument.
The bartender opened his mouth to protest but after a glance at Iwaizumi he closed his lips and smirked.
“Oh I can take care of him.” He purred, leaning his elbows on the counter, resting his chin in the palm of his hands.
Before now Iwaizumi didn’t get a chance to actually look at the bartender right in front of him. Perfectly coiffed chestnut hair fell flawlessly on the male’s forehead only to emphasize his matching brown eyes. Pale skin complimented by the dim lighting around him, almost accentuating the man's high cheekbones and sharp jawline. He flashed a toothy grin showing off his white teeth.
Iwaizumi glanced at his outfit.
The simple black sweater fit his frame nicely, both loose and tight in all the right places. Emphasizing the bartender’s thin but toned build. His light blue jeans that not only paired nicely with the sweater, but also with the colors of the entire bar. The jeans hugged tight around his waist, enhancing his legs and his…
You know.
Iwazumi felt himself staring.
Holy shit he's hot.
“What can I get you?” he asked, letting his hand fall on top of Iwaizumi’s, tracing his knuckles lightly with his own thumb.
Iwaizumi cleared his throat into the rim of his cup before finishing off the golden liquid. “Could I get a refill?” he asked, sliding the cup over to the brunette. The bartender looked at the cup for a minute before smirking.
“I can do you one better.” he said, taking the glass, discarding it underneath the counter and pulling out a fresh one. Slender hands made their way to the shelf behind him as he gathered multiple bottles and materials. Carefully cutting up an orange the bartender’s eyes wandered over to Iwazumi’s smirking when he noticed he was being watched. Pouring the orange and red concoction into a glass he carefully carried it over to the waiter smirking as he placed it down in front of him.
Iwaizumi took his eyes off of the bartender to now glance at the drink. “What is it?”
Leaning forward, the bartender’s lips brushed Iwaizumi’s ear. “Try it and find out.” He breathed.
Fuck this guy is hot.
Iwazumi nodded, picking up the glass and taking a sip. The taste of mango filled his mouth causing him to hum in satisfaction. He set the glass down looking at the expectant bartender. Nodding in approval the brunette’s chest puffed out in pride, a smirk on his lips.
“What's it called?” Iwaizumi asked as he leaned forward.
The bartender’s smirk seemed to widen as he contemplated the name of the drink. “It’s a funny story. Daichi-” he jerked his thumb behind his shoulder. “Named it after me actually. So I guess its name is Oikawa cause it's nothing short of perfection.”
Nevermind.
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes mumbling into his cup. “I feel sorry for the drink.”
Oikawa scoffed looking at him. “Okay hot shot what would you name it?”
“Orange Champion.” Iwaizumi answered without hesitation.
“Thats a stupid name.”
“Well it’s better than stupid shittykawa or whatever the hell you said it was.”
“I said Oikawa and it’s not better. You’d make a horrible bartender.” Oikawa said with a pout on his lips.
Cute.
“Well good thing I decided to be a private investigator then huh?” Iwaizumi took another sip from his drink.
Oikawa seemed to perk up at that statement. A smile found its way onto his lips as he leaned forward. “A P.I. huh?”
“Yeah that's actually how I met those two losers.” He motioned over to Hanamaki and Matsukawa, the two talking to Daichi (who seemed about ready to shove their heads into a wall). “We all used to work together before they decided to quit and become waiters.”
“Why’d they step down?’ Oikawa asked intrigued.
Iwaizumi just shook his head. “Long story.”
“Interesting. I'll be sure to remember that Detective.” The bartender smirked resting his hand on Iwaizumi’s forearm.
Oh god.
----
“Hey Asahi you got anything good on the menu today?”
Asahi jumped glancing up at the spiked brown and blonde hair that peaked over the top of the book currently in his hands. He closed the novel cautiously, setting it down on the counter he was leaning against.
“Ah… hey Nishinoya. Let me check that for you.” His voice taut as he made his way to the other side of the kitchen. Grabbing a loose piece of paper he scanned it quickly. “Here’s today's menu, I dont think it's that different from normal though.” He said handing the menu to the shorter male.
“YOU’RE MAKING NACHOS TODAY?” Noya eagerly yelled, practically vibrating from excitement.
The cook flinched at the sudden noise nodding softly. “Uh yeah, it was Daichi’s idea…”
Asahi froze as he felt a sudden pair of tiny arms wrap around his middle. Looking down at the energetic tornado he was met with brown eyes and a goofy grin.
“Thanks a million Asahi you totally just made my whole day! Wait till Ryu hears about this oh man he's gonna flip!”
I’m uncomfortable...
“Glad I could help.”
Shifting awkwardly in his grasp, Nishinoya let go and made his way to the refrigerator. Asahi sighed in relief, eyes following him.
“Ugh Asahi I’m STARVING!” Noya whined digging around, obviously on a mission to find a specific item.
“Um long day?”
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag of shredded cheddar from the fridge. Setting the bag to the side Noya opened the water, chugging it loudly.
Asahi grimaced watching as the water dripped down Nishinoya’s chin.
He finished off the drink within seconds, wiping his chin with the back of his wrist.
Ew.
Asahi watched silently as Nishinoya grabbed the bag of cheese and walked over to him, sitting on the counter across from the cook.
“So listen to this. Me and Ryuu have had some crazy requests with our moving business, but the lady today takes the cake.” He happily recalled the day’s events, digging into the bag and stuffing cheese into his mouth.
Asahi watched him for a few seconds cringing.
Nishinoya continued to loudly tell his story, cheese falling out the sides of his mouth onto the clean counter beside his thighs.
Asahi felt his eye twitch.
“Noya! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your ass out of the kitchen? Leave Asahi alone and order at the counter like a normal person!”
Asahi whipped his head to the new voice to reveal (a very annoyed looking) Daichi walking over to the pair. Yanking Nishinoya out of the kitchen from his collar, the smaller male gave Asahi a peace sign.
“I guess I’ll see you later Asahi-san.” Noya yelled before the two disappeared through the double doors.
It wasn't until Asahi took in a deep breath when he realized how quiet the kitchen was without the tiny ball of energy’s consistent yelling.
It wasn't that Asahi didn't like Nishinoya. It was quite the opposite really, he found the smaller male entertaining but just in small doses.
Extremely small doses.
It was a nice break from the chaos that came with working with the dynamic duo, Daichi and Oikawa.
The kitchen had slowly become Asahi’s safe space. The quiet familiar area was perfect to calm him down after a hectic afternoon in the bar or to just simply cook. Daichi and Oikawa created an unspoken rule to only enter the kitchen if there was an emergency or a new order. Everyone knew that. Well everyone but Nishinoya. The ball of energy always winding up in the kitchen before the night was over.
Asahi moved to the other side of the kitchen, closing the refrigerator door and grabbing a fresh rag from the wall. He sighed cleaning up the counters and throwing out the trash.
Seriously, what grown man doesn't clean up after himself?
Noya was a grown man right?
Asahi wasn't quite sure.
He tossed the now dirty rag with the rest of them and made his way to the double doors. He figured if he didnt go out there and entertain Noya, the male would just come back into the kitchen.
And Asahi needed a peaceful kitchen.
Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes preparing for the chaos that was bound to happen the second he walked through those doors. The corners of his lips ticked up in his signature small smile as he opened his eyes and walked through the door.
“TAKE THAT BACK YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Asahi’s eyes flicked over to the source of the noise. Tanaka was currently holding Nishinoya in a headlock, his free hand in a fist ruffling the already wild hair. Noya’s boisterous laughter filled the air.
The cook looked over at Daichi, who seemed to share the same headache from the two.
Why were they always so loud?
“No! I swear-” Nishinoya’s eyes met Asahi’s, a grin spreading across his face.
Noya sat up straight, easily getting himself out of his partner’s “death grip” and looked at the cook.
“Hey Asahi! Daichi said you could cook about anything, is that true?”
Asahi looked over at the bartender who frowned.
“No Noya, I said he’s very talented at what he does and I wouldn't be surprised if he could cook anything.” Daichi recalled, clearly frustrated at the two.
The small male waved his hand. “Same thing. So is it true?”
“I...I um...I'm not sure. I haven't tried.” Asahi answered honestly.
“Then how about this, we give you a dish to make, and we judge it. If it gets a thumbs up from the both of us, then you will officially be the best cook ever.” Tanaka suggested, leaning his elbows on the counter.
“Uh...I don't know...”
“Come on Asahi, don’t be a pussy.” Hanamaki yelled from across the bar.
Asahi blinked.
“Yeah come on Asahi it's gonna be fun! When’s the last time you could make anything you wanted in the kitchen?” Noya asked.
Fun for you guys maybe.
“Just a few minutes ago before you walked in.”
Daichi chuckled quietly behind his hand.
“Come on please!” Tanaka begged, everyone else joining in not too long after.
Asahi looked at Daichi, panicking.
Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly irritated.
“Fine, I'll do it, just don't make it too complicated.”
“Perfect! We’ll have those nachos you were talking about earlier and...uh…” Noya turned to his partner who whispered in his ear. “And some wings.”
“What kind of wings?” Asahi asked.
“The messiest kind you got!” Tanaka yelled.
Jesus Christ.
Asahi nodded.
“And don't be cheap either Asahi, we’re men so we need a lot!” He added.
These guys are annoying.
“Uh yeah okay got it.” Asahi turned on his heel, making his way back into the kitchen.
Asahi worked hard to be the cook he is right now. If he knew he would be questioned and asked to prove himself time after time by those two idiots he would have banned them the first day they walked in. Sure they were good company sometimes, but it wasn't enough to make up for their constant yelling and annoying happy-go-lucky personalities.
The cook groaned, setting out all the ingredients and started to get to work. He washed the vegetables thoroughly before setting them neatly in rows. One by one, he chopped them up evenly, placing the diced pieces in a singular bowl. Calloused hands tossed the ground beef into the pan listening to the soft sizzle fill the area.
His mind wandered to Nishinoya.
Why did he always have to bother him in his kitchen?
Don’t normal people avoid going places they weren't allowed in?
Then again…
Noya wasn't normal.
Just loud.
He turned the meat until it was no longer pink, setting it inside the bowl with the chopped up vegetables. As Asahi took out the bag of shredded cheddar, he grimaced remembering the events from earlier.
Hope they like the taste of Nishinoya’s spit.
He poured the entire contents of the bag on the plate of chips, finishing it off with the toppings.
Setting the plate aside, Asahi moved on to making the “messiest” wings he could think of. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he looked at the recipe.
Who needs a recipe anyway?
Asahi finished both meals taking both plates to the “judges”. He set them down in front of the two watching their eyes light up.
“Uh here I'm done.” He mumbled.
“Thanks a ton Asahi!” Noya grinned. “Hey you guys wanna judge too?” He turned to the two waiters currently sprawled out on top of eachother in a nearby booth.
A pink head of hair popped up quickly. “The love of my life asked what's on the menu?”
“Nachos and wings.” Noya responded.
The pink head disappeared for a few seconds before popping back up again. “He asked what kind of wings?”
“The messy kind!” Tanaka reported.
Asahi blinked.
“Fucking weirdos.”
Asahi turned his head to look at the male currently sitting in front of Oikawa. The man’s face pulled into a scowl as he sipped at his beer. He was definitely shorter than Asahi but had a more muscular build to him that could be identified through the work suit the man wore. As Asahi continued to examine the man his eyes dipped down to his waist noticing the weapon. A gun. The man had a gun in a holster at his waist. Asahi began to panic as he looked back up at the man’s face. His green eyes met the cook’s for a brief moment before turning back to the bartender.
Intimidating…
Mental note: stay away from that guy.
Asahi turned back to face the rowdy group again.
“So dig in I guess. Just try the nachos first.” Asahi said, moving to stand next to Daichi.
The cook made a disgusted face as the group shoveled food into their mouths, practically inhaling the nachos not taking the time to actually chew it.
“Asahi this fwood if amasing!” Noya said, mouth full.
Gross.
“Noya swallow before you open your mouth or you're going to choke.” Daichi commanded.
The shorter male opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a fit of coughs. He roughly punched his chest but the coughing continued.
Asahi looked at the bartender panicked.
Daichi sighed and passed him a cup of water.
Noya took it gratefully, chugging it. As he finished he panted heavily. “Thanks Daichi.”
“Whatever.”
Daichi leaned forward reaching for a chip.
Asahi panicked, quickly grabbing his wrist, earning a confused look from the bartender.
“Just trust me. Don’t eat that.” Asahi said quietly.
Daichi nodded and backed away.
“Okay so I think I'd give this a six.” Tanaka said, licking his fingers clean.
Asahi clicked his tongue.
“Well if we’re talking about out of ten, then I’d give it a nine.” Noya said, smiling.
“Did you even taste it?” Daichi asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
Noya shot him an offended look. “Of course I tasted it, who do you take me for?”
“Me and Issei decided to give it a six too. They’re good but not like…” Takahiro hesitated. “They're not like great. Sorry.”
Asahi shrugged.
Tough crowd.
“You guys are crazy! These are the best nachos I've ever tasted!” Noya argued standing up suddenly from his chair.
“Are you sure it's the nachos that are the best or the person who made them?” Matsukawa teased, smiling into his cup before taking a swig.
Huh?
Asahi watched Noya sit back down quietly, cheeks a light shade of pink.
Probably from the alcohol.
“Let’s just try these stupid wings already.” Noya mumbled, pulling the plate towards his small frame.
This should be fun.
The cook sat back watching as each “judge” picked up a wing, stuffing it in their mouths. He felt a sense of pride watching their faces twist in disgust and quickly spit the food out.
“Asahi what the hell did you put in this?” Tanaka choked out.
Asahi shrugged. “A bunch of things really, but the main thing was ketchup I think. Or was it tomato paste? Ah, I'm not really sure.”
Daichi tilted his head back, laughing loudly.
Serves you guys right.
“I don't know guys I kinda like this.” Matsukawa confessed, picking up another one.
He glanced up watching everyone's disgusted faces.
“What?”
“What is wrong with you?” Tanaka asked dumbfounded.
Matsukawa shrugged, pulling the plate closer to him. “Ratings?”
“Zero.” Tanaka sighed.
“Zilch.” Hanamaki piped.
“Sorry Asahi, I really love your cooking but this was gross. It’s a zero for me.” Noya said, frowning.
“Well I give it a ten!” Matsukawa grinned, stuffing his face again.
Asahi sighed.
I really need a new job.
----
“Sooooo like you two boning yet or what?” Hanamaki said leaning himself against the counter.
He glanced between Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi choked on his drink.
The bartender pouted at Hanamaki. “We probably would be by now if everyone in this bar wasn’t a fucking cockblock!” Oikawa yelled out towards no one in particular.
Hanamaki snickered as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He looked up smiling as Matsukawa was watching the two in front of them.
He moved in closer to the taller man’s side.
“No we wouldn't be.” Iwaizumi said flatly.
Oikawa clicked his tongue.
“Don’t dismiss me just yet Iwa-chan I’ll grow on you. Just watch.”
“Iwa-chan?” Hanamaki cocked his eyebrow.
Iwazumi groaned.
Oikawa nodded happily. “Yup! It’s cute right? I think it fits him perfectly!”
“Oh I think it’s just lovely. Don’t you Iwa-chan?” Matsukawa teased, provoking the detective.
“I swear to god I’ll shoot all of you where you stand.” Iwaizumi growled back as his grip tightened around his beer.
“Now, now Iwa-chan that’s not very nice is it?” Hanamaki challenged.
Iwaizumi growled lowly, his hand moving to his belt.
Hanamaki’s eyes flicked over to Asahi, the tall male slowly moving behind Daichi.
Matsukawa’s grip tightened around his partner's shoulders. “Let’s take this somewhere else babe, it seems some people don’t enjoy our company.”
Hanamaki nodded, taking his free arm and wrapping it around his partner’s waist. “Sounds good.”
Walking over to their previous booth the two slid in, shoulders pressing together.
Hanamaki picked up his abandoned drink, taking a big gulp.
He was bored.
And he really hated that feeling.
“What’s wrong lover?” Matsukawa asked, setting his chin on his partner's shoulder.
“This bar is too tame. We need to do something about it.” He responded.
“What did you have in mind?”
Takahiro shrugged, pulling out his phone. As the screen lit up he smirked seeing the name that popped up.
Oh this was perfect.
He pressed the notification, lifting the device to his ear.
“Hey, code pink.”
Yeah, this was definitely going to be fun.
----
I’m annoyed.
Daichi looked around the bar to see if anyone needed his help.
His eyes flicked over to Asahi, Tanaka, and Noya. The two were still stuffing their faces and talking animatedly, hands flying everywhere. Asahi watched them with a look of disgust, occasionally passing them a new napkin.
Nope. Sorry Asahi.
How about Oikawa and that guy that came in with double trouble? The brunette was leaning forward, his fingers lightly tracing shapes into the other’s forearm. The male- Iwa-chan, Daichi had heard Oikawa call him earlier- looked off to the side, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
Not touching that with a ten foot pole.
Daichi leaned against the counter sighing. He had already finished cleaning up and since no one was there that needed his help, he really had nothing to do.
And he was bored.
His head flicked to the familiar bell of the front door opening.
“Hey Daichi.”
The bartender smiled warmly as the newcomer took his usual seat at the end of the counter.
“Hey Ukai, same as usual?”
Ukai chuckled pulling a cigarette out of the box in his lap, placing it in between his lips. “You know me so well.”
Daichi nodded, turning and pulling out a short glass. Dropping in a few cubes and pouring the dark brown liquid halfway, he slid the glass in front of the smoker.
Ukai took the drink giving him an appreciative nod.
The bartender grabbed a clean rag, wiping off the counter. “How's business going?”
Ukai grunted. “Same as usual. My landlord won’t give me a break.”
Daichi nodded.
“It’s fine though, nothing you need to worry about.” He smiled as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Ukai looked at it then at Daichi.
The bartender nodded. “Go ahead. I got some stuff to finish up anyway.” He lied.
Ukai smiled and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey bookworm…”
Daichi moved away from the blonde, trying to busy himself with useless tasks. He made his way to the booths, wiping off the already sparkling surfaces making a mental note if any of them needed to be touched up. After he was finished with that, he walked back over to the bar scanning the various bottles and their contents.
Running low on light rum and orange juice. Gotta bring the new ones down after closing...
“Man the service here is terrible!”
Daichi’s head snapped back to the new voice. The voice belonging to a new male customer sitting at the bar directly in front of him. The first thing Daichi noticed was his grey hair tinted with a light shade of turquoise illuminated from the bright lights in the wall behind Daichi. Sitting on top of a face of smooth unblemished pale skin. Except for a small beauty mark under his left eye bringing his attention to the male’s sparkling light brown eyes staring intensely into his. Daichi quickly looked down trying to avoid eye contact only to find himself staring at his outfit. The man wore a loose dark grey sweater underneath a dark and light purple flannel. Daichi tried to look away quickly so as to not be caught staring just after noticing the sleek expensive watch latched to the man's wrist.
“Ah sorry about that.” Daichi chuckled nervously. “Didn’t hear you come in. What can I get you?”
“Hmm.” The male tapped his chin lightly, eyes looking up at the large shelves of bottles behind the bartender. “How about we start the night off with your number?” He asked smoothly.
“Gotcha!” Daichi said, turning around to grab a fresh glass.
Daichi paused.
Wait what?
He turned to face the newcomer again. “H-huh?”
The man laughed softly. “Can I have your number?” He asked again.
Daichi felt his cheeks warm up as he looked at the male across from him. “Is that...Is that a new drink I haven't heard about or something?”
The man was laughing louder now.
And damn that was a really nice laugh.
“No. I meant your actual phone number!”
“Why would you want that? You don’t even know me.” The bartender asked, confused.
The customer’s laughs died down to a quiet giggle as he nodded. “You’re right. What’s your name then bartender?” He looked up at him, a small smile on his lips.
Seriously. Was it possible to fall in love with someone’s laugh?
Daichi dismissed the thought.
“Its Daichi…”
“Just Daichi?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Oh it’s uh Daichi Sawamura.” Daichi nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
“Nice to meet you Daichi. I'm Sugawara Koushi, though just Suga is fine.”
Suga.
Daichi made a mental note to remember that.
“Okay Suga, what drink do you want?” Daichi asked.
“A dick sucker.”
Daichi seemed to choke on air. Feeling the rapid spread of heat flush through his face.
“Eh? What's this? Is someone flirting with my Sawa-chan?” Oikawa walked over to the two, immediately encircling an arm around the bartender’s waist.
“Your Sawa-chan?” Suga asked, eyebrows raised.
Oikawa nodded. “Yes my Sawa-chan. Got a problem with it?”
He pulled Daichi closer to his side, his grip tightening on his waist.
“Actually kinda. You’re totally ruining my plans to seduce this gorgeous man and make him my bitch for the rest of his life.” Suga sighed.
What the hell??
These people are insane.
Daichi looked up at the brunette with a scowl. “Oikawa what the hell are you talking about?” He asked, finally recovering from the initial shock. Pushing himself out of the taller man’s grip.
“You’re so dumb its cute Sawa-chan.” He cooed, leaning in to tap Daichi’s nose gently.
“Don’t you have a job to get back to?”
“Such a buzzkill.” Oikawa grumbled walking away.
“My dick sucker?” Suga tilted his head to the side, an innocent looking smile on his face.
“On it.” Daichi turned to grab a short clear glass from the shelves beneath the bottles.
“Hopefully sooner than later.” Suga mumbled more to himself, almost too soft to hear. Leaning his head on his hand as he began glancing around the bar.
What’s that supposed to mean??
Daichi’s hands shakily reached for ingredients, tucking them under his arm.
Don’t think about it too much Daichi.
Don’t think about it too much Daichi.
Daichi turned, setting the ingredients down onto the counter as he started to measure out the liquids into the measuring cup. He glanced up meeting Suga’s intrigued stare.
“Hm so you do know what I was talking about. Shame, thought I could trick you into giving me something else.” Suga sighed, voice laced with disappointment.
Damn he thought about it.
He felt his cheeks get hotter and hotter the more he thought about it.
Daichi now flustered, fumbled with the tool in his hand, spilling liquid all over the counter.
“I uh- um...I-I don't know what you’re talking about…” Daichi muttered, cleaning up the now sticky counter.
“You will by the end of the night.” Suga winked.
Daichi felt his heart skip a beat.
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.
Wait.
Is he flirting with me??
Daichi blinked.
When was the last time someone flirted with him? Wait, he probably just wants a free drink. No way. Daichi wasn't doing that again. Should he flirt back?
Daichi thought of what to say.
Don’t let the conversation die Daichi!
“O-Oh yeah?”
Suga hummed leaning forward. “Yeah.”
Daichi felt the heat rising on the tips of his ears.
Finishing up the drink he clumsily set it in front of Suga with much more force than necessary.
Suga chuckled softly. “Daichi please! You gotta be gentle!”
This is my chance.
“But um…What if I don't want to be?” Daichi looked up at the male, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Suga looked at him shocked, but quickly recovered. “I’m fine with that.”
He took a small sip from the glass, humming in approval.
Daichi sighed in relief.
“It's good…” Suga started.
“But?”
“But it’d be better if it was the real thing.” He admitted, taking another sip of the clear liquid.
Why the hell is this guy so straightforward??
“I um..I..” Daichi fumbled with his words.
Suga chuckled softly. “Give me your phone.”
“What?”
“Your phone.” Suga held his hand out. “Hand it over.”
Daichi complied, digging into his pocket and placing the device into Suga’s waiting hand.
Suga smiled typing something in quickly before passing it back.
Daichi’s eyes scanned the screen.
Contact Name: Dick Sucker
Followed by a phone number.
Daichi looked up at Suga, smiling innocently.
The male gave him a wink.
I'm so screwed.