A/N: Oikawa speaks in Japanese even if it is written in English most of the time unless stated or sometimes, it's in the context. Because I personally think writing Japanese in an English story doesn't really go well together. Taken from my Ao3 acc.

Enjoy! :D

The ground underneath his grey sneakers feels slippery and the sun is oddly warm. Dust flies out with each step creating a faint crunching sound. His eyes scan the surroundings, glass doors framed in white are open, waiting for him to enter and before he could even comprehend anything, he's left his home.

The airport is in its usual white colour. A sign written in English and Japanese welcomes him against a blue background. He moves forward, passing by the customs to answer the questionnaire and to go to another counter for a passport check. Soon, he gets to claim his belongings. He undergoes custom inspections once again and finally arrives at the lobby.

He finally exits the airport, calling for a cab. After pleasantries are exchanged, he pulls his heavy suitcase and gains help from the driver to lift it up and store behind. He wants to thank him but is afraid he might stumble over his words and mess up so he keeps his mouth shut, only opening it to inform him on his destination.

The trip was silent, and he absentmindedly toys with the blue keychain on his backpack, reading all the information he knew too well.

Name: Iwaizumi Hajime

Adress: Quezon City

Number: 0917-XX-XXX−X

It all happened too fast. Once upon a time he was living with his parents back in the Philippines, his grandparents were immigrants too so he didn't have a chance to learn Japanese. Despite his circumstances, his grandmother had offered him a place to work at and stay in Tokyo assuring him that all his co-workers knew how to speak English. His mother was very enthusiastic at the idea and quickly helped him arrange all the needed documents. Now there he was, riding a cab to his apartment, without a word to say.

The cab pulled over after twenty minutes or so, announcing that they have arrived. Quickly, he paid and exited, taking his luggage.

After the cab left, Iwaizumi turned to face the apartment. It wasn't too bad, the walls of the building was newly painted and potted plants surrounded the outdoors. The environment was peaceful too, as he saw a row of small houses along the way. With a deep breath, he opens the door and steps inside.

His place wasn't hard to locate, placed right in front of the second set of stairs was a plain white door with the number 26 carved in the middle and if he was going to be honest, it was disappointing. From the looks of it, there was only one floor and it wasn't even large but why complain? He only lived by himself after all.

Before he unlocked the door, he took out his phone to text his parents that he had arrived safely; something he forgot to do the moment his flight landed. He was about to send a quick text when he heard a voice greet him.

"Hello, nice to meet you. My name's Oikawa Tooru."

Iwaizumi looked up at the man who had fair skin, wavy brown hair and eyes that matched. The man had a smile on his face and looked a bit expectant.

His eyes widened.

Iwaizumi suddenly felt nervous. He studied simple greetings and basic replies in Japanese, he also did a bit of research on their culture but in that very moment, he doubted every single piece of information he had gotten from both the books and internet. So many 'what ifs' and worst-case scenarios ran through his mind as he struggled to say the simple hello.

"Ko..nnichiwa..?" He manages, voice in an unsure tone as he raises his eyebrows silently praying that he was correct. "Iwaizumi Hajime.." He says his name without bothering to add anything, hoping Oikawa would get the message.

Oikawa smiles and soon breaks into laughter, his light voice filling the air and pink starts to color his cheeks. He stops as soon as he notices Iwaizumi's mortified look and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Ah no, I'm not making fun of you, it's just that.. I've never met anyone as shy as you and well.. I know I have good looks but you don't have to be shy!"

Iwaizumi could only stare at him as he rambles on with a language he is not familiar with. His skin feels hot and his head feels empty, whether this man was making fun of him or not he would never know. In order to try and save himself he decides to ask. "English?"

The man stops talking, his eyebrows raised at the question. He scratches his head and smiles. "English? I.. know little."

Well shit. "I don't speak Japanese, I'm sorry."

Oikawa nods, understanding. "Gomenasai!"

From what he remembered, it meant something like an apology so he gives him a reassuring look. "It's okay."

"Tomorrow!" Oikawa exclaims, his accent audible as he opens the door to his room and closes the door quickly leaving the other confused.

Though he can't help but feel the surge of excitement rush through his veins as he waits for the next day to come.