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Iwaizumi's Mixtape
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On a September morning, 2 weeks before the start of a new scholastic year, Iwaizumi Hajime (almost a 2nd year) managed to finesse himself a flat with his friend who he'd met the year before; Miya Osamu (also almost a 2nd year) and Sakusa Kiyoomi who they found through a campus advert in order to cheapen the rent.
The apartment was okay considering their student status and they quickly managed to make it their version of homely after moving in.
"Zumi? You listening?"
Osamu's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"No. Say it again?"
Osamu blinked at him before going to rummage through the kitchen cupboards. "I was saying… that we basically stretched our loans as far as they'll go, and yeah we've got savings from summer jobs but we should probably hurry and get ourselves employed, we gotta eat too." He found himself a packet of Care Bears waffles that Iwaizumi doesn't remember them buying when they went grocery shopping.
"I think those are Sakusa's"
"He left them in the communal cupboard like they were a gift and plus sharing is caring he'll understand."
Iwa set himself on the settee, his back to Osamu to try and claim some deniability when Sakusa returns.
Osamu was right though, not just about the food, they needed to afford textbooks and equipment and true they could probably get them second hand but they'd still make a dent in their funds and it's not like they can go without them, unlike the first year, the second year actually mattered.
"The rink near the burger joint is hiring," Osamu said, mouth full of raw waffles.
"You mean that old roller rink? Isn't there anywhere else?"
"Nowhere else is paying as good, beggars can't be choosers."
Now Iwaizumi doesn't have anything against roller skating, people are allowed their hobbies, but from his experience, the average roller skater seemed to make it their entire personality, like his dad. "I'll do it if you guys do it."
Osamu at this point had emptied the box of waffles, "they have to actually hire us first ya know."
"Right."
Sakusa arrived home much later that evening after his self-mandated 6-hour library session, the semester hasn't even started and he'd already been studying like he was behind - who knew? Maybe he was, the guy’s always been a bit of a mystery.
The next morning the trio headed towards the rink with their CVs in hand. During the day it was pretty quiet inside the building. They saw the desk in front of all the rental skates and behind that was the rink which seemed to have quite impressive lights and sound rigs. There was also an arcade attached as well.
"Do you reckon they'd play Onyanko Club here?" Sakusa spoke admiring the sound system.
"That's what you listen to?" Osamu asked.
"Yes. And what about it?"
"Nothing, nothing. I just… didn't expect that."
If we were judging people just based on appearances Sakusa's tall imposing frame paired with his constant expression of discomfort didn’t really scream idol fan, but here he was.
Sat behind the desk was a small blonde girl flicking through an old magazine. It looked like she was the only employee working the whole building, so Iwaizumi approached her.
"Excuse me…"
She looked up from her magazine and directly into Iwaizumi's soul. "Um. Yes?"
Her bored tone stunned the boys a little. She must have been enjoying that magazine.
Sakusa was the first to regain his composure. "We're here about the job vacancies?"
The girl perked up a little. "Oh! right! sorry, you should have started that." She hurried around the other side of the desk. "I'll go and get one of my managers for you, try not to look too intimidating whilst you're waiting," and then she ran off into a room that was next to the Dance Dance Revolution machine.
It was 1 pm on a Tuesday. The arcade was pretty empty save for the odd couple hanging around the claw machine trying to see if they could get the prizes inside and the rink was completely vacant of life.
After a few minutes, a flustered-looking silver-haired man stumbled out the door the blonde had gone through before.
"Hey. I'm Sugawara Koushi but call me Suga, I'm the manager," he smiled, "are you guys here for the job opening?"
"Err… yeah " Iwaizumi answered.
The 3 handed over their CVs to Suga who barely looked at them before asking them to come back for a trial shift the next day.
"We'll need a few extra hands tomorrow. Wednesday is disco night. I'll see you all at 5 o'clock sharp." Suga then scurried back into the room from whence he came.
As they left the building started to fill up a little more. Iwaizumi caught a glimpse of some fluffy brown hair rushing past him and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the smell of lemon bars and glitter (well, what he assumed glitter to smell like) but as soon as it came it was gone. He looked over at his friends and Osamu looked like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Hey, man are you okay?"
All the blood drained from Osamu's face, but he kept on walking, "I'll tell you when we get home." Then he practically sprinted, moving faster than either Iwaizumi or Sakusa had ever seen him before.
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