oikawa practically flew to his bed as he heard his phone ding, perhaps finally it's an answer from iwaizumi.

and it was.

the two of them had been talking for a while now, met up a couple more times, but now it was mainly text messages and phone calls as Iwaizumi found himself busy with projects and campaigns. oikawa, on the other hand, looked forward to meeting iwaizumi again.

there was something about him that made oikawa lose all rational thinking and rush to him if he agreed to meet up. it almost felt like this was slowly turning into an obsession, but oikawa could not care less. iwaizumi was the first person and so far the only person who understood him, who shared the same troubles as him and who would go out of their day just to reply to a text.

oikawa knew, he knew iwaizumi was as busy as he could be, doing interviews, participating in debates and all the other important government events as a politician, but he would still take his phone out and reply to oikawa whenever he could. because he felt the same - oikawa was one person who truly understood him.

"yes, let's meet up at 8. my driver will pick you up" oikawa reread iwaizumi's reply before falling onto his bed and clutching his phone to his chest. it had been a while since the two of them saw each other, for a while it was only texts and a few occasional calls whenever iwaizumi found the time.

"alright, i will be waiting" oikawa texted back before jumping up. he needed to prepare for the meeting, pick out the best clothes, do his hair and perhaps even apply make up.

his phone buzzed again, but even from the closet he could see that the text was not from iwaizumi, but sakae. his girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend. how did he even manage to stay with her for so long? perhaps their relationship was just a show of status, two beautiful people together, just like in movies - but they didn't love each other.

sakae liked the idea of having oikawa as her boyfriend, because she could always show off to strangers or so on, reject guys who would hit her up, and use him as a person who would buy her drinks and lunch. to oikawa, she was an escape from family who kept pestering him to find someone, a cover up.

but, as i said, there was no love involved. perhaps at first they both felt a spark, perhaps it was just a crush at first but it faded away. sakae found other people, while still insisting that oikawa was hers, and oikawa just...didn't care anymore.

so he broke up with her.

he really did think she wouldn't care.

but apparently she did. perhaps it was her damaged pride or jealousy but she kept texting him, asking why he did that, asking whether there is a girl better than her, insulting him and then asking to get back together.

oikawa got lost in thoughts rather quickly, drifting off into his mind and reminiscing on all the moments he and sakae had together. there were good times. he only came back to reality when his phone buzzed.

this time it was from iwaizumi, asking whether he is ready as the driver is coming to pick him up. oikawa found himself frantically putting on the first pair of pants he took and hastily combing his hair to the side. just as he was done, the driver outside called for him.

the ride was as awkward as ever. not the first time oikawa is in iwaizumi's car, his driver still looked at him in a weird way, probably wondering who this tall guy is and why is iwaizumi demanding utmost care when delivering this guy to him. oikawa, as always, stared at his phone the whole time. he and iwaizumi exchanged a few more messages before the car abruptly stopped, making oikawa's phone launch forward.

"oh, sorry" the driver spoke as oikawa scrambled to get him phone.

"it's cool, no big deal" oikawa gave him a reassuring smile, just like many millennials, he finds himself in a place to be apologizing to workers for their effort.  sure, fast food employees have to make his food, yet he still apologizes for the effort, they don't have to rush, they don't have to act like they are happy, we know you're tired man, be yourself, tell me to fuck off.

the driver glanced at oikawa once more. this guy, the so called "successor of soon-to-be prime minister iwaizumi hajime", is not what people imagine him to be. he doesn't seem to have a kick for politics, he wasn't even paying attention to the program on the radio, so who is he?

"mr. iwaizumi seems to be very fond of you. if it's not a secret, can you tell me who you are?"

"hmm? oh, we're friends, i guess? you could call me his personal therapist almost, ha ha. why the sudden interest?" oikawa got defensive, he didn't particularly like talking to strangers, especially when they have his life in their hands. the driver could just run off the road, the only thing stopping him is his moral sense.

"oh, interesting. well, mr. iwaizumi does seem more cheerful these days, thank you for your effort. and.. we are here" the driver stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door to oikawa. it was a...rather luxurious hotel. five stars. best in city.

oikawa was greeted by some workers who helped him get to the room he needed, they were all overly polite, taking his jacket off for him and even offering their services for free, as apparently, "your patron has payed for everything".

oikawa turned the handle on the door and walked in, the room was dimly lit and he could see iwaizumi's back. the other was staring at the window, he turned his head once he heard oikawa's footsteps.

"tooru, glad you made it safe" he spoke in his deep voice as he made his way to oikawa.

oikawa felt his cheeks get hot as he exhaled the breath he was holding in. he launched towards iwaizumi, embracing him with his slightly taller but lankier body. he felt iwaizumi's strong hands on his back.

"it's been such a long time since we saw each other" oikawa said as he pulled away. "you look pretty worn out"

"yeah... all the campaigns and projects are just... and also ny wife... everything just built up so i took a couple of days off, a fake sick leave. i'm gonna be spending it here, that's why i invited you."

"you want me to be here with you for a couple of days?"

"oh, if you're busy with lectures then feel free to go. i just wanted to spend time with someone who understands me"

"oh, no no. don't take it the wrong way. i would love to be here with you, i care about you"

iwaizumi smiled at oikawa lovingly, his hands still situated on oikawa's waist, but neither seemed to mind.

the two of them ordered a luxurious dinner, oikawa found it funny as iwaizumi tried to explain the difference between forks to him. it was, of course, followed up by desert. for once iwaizumi felt relaxed. having this lanky, awkward guy around him made him feel so incredibly relaxed, oikawa knew just what to do to make him feel better.

for some reason, lately, iwaizumi found oikawa more attractive than before. his hair seemed to be more puffier, almost like cotton candy, speaking of that, he smelled so sweet, iwaizumi wondered what kind of cologne he was using. his brown eyes seemed to have more depth too, perfect milk chocolate color, with a golden undertone. you could see the whole autumn in his eyes, almost. his skin, smooth as always, seem to glisten more, while still being perfectly tanned. why, of why, did his lips have a perfect peach colour tint on them? and why did he have to run his long fingers through his cotton candy soft hair every few minutes. his cheeks were rose pink and his laugh was the best noise in the world.

"hajime?" oikawa waved his hand in front of iwaizumi's face. the latter blushed slightly, oikawa's face was too close.

"sorry, got lost in thought" iwaizumi apologized, but oikawa just chuckled.

"don't apologize, i understand. honestly, the more i listen about your wife, the less i think that she is a good fit to you"

"i guess so"

iwaizumi turned to oikawa once more, meeting his eyes this time. the two stared at each other for a moment before iwaizumi pressed one of his hands against oikawa's cheeks and leaned in, brushing his lips against oikawa's - unsure if the other was okay with it.

perhaps this would be the end of their friendship.

or a start of something more.

to his utmost happiness, he felt oikawa lean in just slightly, pressing their lips together in a tender moment. oikawa's hands slithered around iwaizumi's waist, pulling him closer.

sweet.

so incredibly sweet.

iwaizumi could not get enough.

and as he pulled away and stared at the disheveled oikawa, his cheeks now red, eyes sparkling, mouth open just slightly - iwaizumi found himself feeling lustful for the first time in years.