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Oikawa is late.
Well blame it on his poor sense of direction, not everyone can be perfect so he has to give up his direction sense, right? After all, he could just charm the shop owners into forgiving him.
Just around the corner.
He turns and finds the flower shop that Hinata had told him about. Just a part-time job to kill time during the holidays, besides, he could do with some pocket money. He enters the shop to find that it is filled with light. The sliding doors are mainly glass, allowing as much light as possible to enter the shop. It is rather clean and neat, refreshing, almost.
"Excuse me? I'm Oikawa Tooru, here as the part-timer. Sorry I was late, I got a little lost." He says as he steps into the shop.
"Oh my, you're here, wonderful! It's alright, dear," a woman steps out behind the counter from a door, wiping her hands on her apron, without even glancing at Oikawa. "You seem a fine young man, we'll need much of your help around. New Year's is coming with all orders flooding in and everything! Things would be getting busy!" An older man appears, briefly nodding at him. Ah, they should be charmed by my stunning looks already.
Oikawa flashes a perfect smile, "It's not much, I'm glad that I could-"
"He must be some idiot to get lost around here."
Oikawa whirls around, shooting glares at the insufferable toad, whoever he was who dared insult him. "It's not my fault that the streets here are so straight! Do you even know who I am? How dare you-"
His words die on his tongue.
He'd never expect Iwaizumi to be here. Iwaizumi Hajime, more like his crush-slash-eye-candy since the day he set foot in the university campus. He'd assumed that they would never talk, since they were in different courses.
Ah, so that's why Hinata was smiling so much when he told him about the job.
A smile spreads across his face instantaneously. He collects himself immediately.
"Sorry, I'm Oikawa Tooru. You should know of me around the school campus. I'm pretty well-known, yeah?" Oikawa follows up with a wink.
He expects some reaction of familiarity or understanding but is instead met with a confused frown.
"No, actually." Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow. "I don't think I've seen you around. I'm Iwaizumi Hajime, by the way. I'll be helping around and teaching you the basic stuff you need to know." Oikawa is positively devsted, or rather, shocked. But then Iwaizumi glances to the side and his hand brushes through his hair.
Oikawa is too caught up staring at Iwaizumi's biceps evident through the thin sweater to even be reminded of his loss.
I knew I liked him for a reason