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From: Hajimean

My shift ends in about half an hour.

To: Hajimean

Yeah, so????

From: Hajimean

I forgot to bring an umbrella and it is supposed to start raining by the time I get out. Can you bring me one?

To: Hajimean

UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH Is Ushijima working today?

From: Hajimean

Maybe

C'mon Tooru if I get drenched I could get sick and DIE

To: Hajimean

DRAMA QUEEN

From: Hajimean

Says the guy that doesn't want to give me an umbrella because a guy he doesn't like is present.

To: Hajimean

Touché

I'll be there in ten

Slipping his phone into his pocket, Oikawa emits a heavy sigh. He doesn't mind helping Iwaizumi out... After all, he is his best friend. However, he does mind the fact that his best friend's coworker feels the need to check him out.

Oikawa would be okay with Ushijima checking him out if his gaze just lasted for a few seconds. It doesn't. Instead it lasts for MINUTES. Luckily Ushijima tends to stare at his face. However, Oikawa has caught him looking at some lower places. Places that he would love to not have a guy that is pretty much a stranger to be staring at.

With yet another sigh, Oikawa forces himself to walk out of his apartment and to the post office.

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"What are these books made out of, cement?" Suga asks Daichi, as soon as the post office is within sight. "I know you said that you had quite a few books to send back, but still. Why did you wait so long? You have enough books to make a mountain!"

"I forgot, people do that sometimes," Daichi wheezes, all the while mentally scolding himself for waiting so long. He could have sent all of these books back months ago but no he just had to think 'I can do it tomorrow.' His 'I can do it tomorrow' usually results in said task not getting done. Ever.

As Daichi and Suga near the door of the post office, Daichi nearly drops the box. He nearly drops the box because he recognizes a certain attractive, spiky haired guy. "Holy shit Suga, it's him," Daichi whispers, all the while staring at the guy.

Suga shifts his gaze from Daichi's face to the direction Daichi is staring him. "Oh my god it is! It's the guy that walked into that tree! For someone dumb, he's pretty cute." With a brief pause, he adds, "you should talk to him. After all, you're checking him out right now."

"Am not!" Daichi insists.

"You've been staring at him for the past three minutes. It's a miracle that he hasn't noticed you staring yet," Suga responds with a chuckle.

Before Daichi can respond, a man with fluffy brown hair speaks. "Oh it looks like you've got your hands full. I'll get the door for you." Despite the fact that the speech is much more formal than the speech that Suga has heard MilkBread use, Suga can't help but notice that the voice is the same. Or at the very least, extremely similar. Perhaps the similarities he notices are just a coincidence... Perhaps MilkBread has a brother.

No.

Suga should stop lying to himself. This post office is the same one that MilkBread wanted his art mailed to. Art which is haphazardly balancing on the top of Daichi's big box of books.

Art, just as Suga and Daichi walk through the door, falls off.

Oikawa pics up the thick envelope for them. Despite knowing that it is rude to read the address on the envelope, he does. He can't help it. He's always been a curious person. One line in particular makes his heart skip a beat.

For MilkBread~