Yabai Koi Series
A/N: I'm really not confident about this one, but I have to take some chances now and then, right? And for the record I am not homophobic or anything, just saying. The last time I wrote something similar to this I had to take it down because readers were hating me on it. But anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyu! or any of its characters.
#13: It wasn't easy working at a gay bar when he was actually straight.
He was known as the 'Ikemen Professor' at the university he was teaching at. He should be. Not many at his age achieved as much as he did. Finishing his Bachelor's Degree in Psychology in three and a half years and later graduated as a valedictorian; following his two-year working experience with a Masters and Doctorate in Early Childhood Development, he was a successful former athlete many people would like to be friends with. A twenty nine-year old man with good money, good brains and a good figure to boot, Oikawa was an eligible Bachelor most women would love to get their hands on. He was practically a public figure, a celebrity in the small town he lived with his mother, elder sister and her pair of children.
So why was he working part-time in a gay bar?
Maybe he wouldn't have complained so much when his aunt asked him to help out for a few months in her new establishment, because he was nothing if not a family-man. Despite his flamboyant nature, his idea of a quality life was to have ample time to spend with family. Blood ties were everything to him.
"Curse you, old-woman." He gritted out from under his breath as he felt the stubby fingers of his… client… creep up the slope of his leotard-clad butt.
Lending a helping hand to his aunt who helped his single mother raise him during his rebellious teenage years was nothing, really.
If he had to work as a bartender, that is.
Not as a Drag queen to entertain the patrons enjoying themselves at the establishment. An establishment that had other men, good looking or otherwise, dressing up as women to entertain the string of male customers who appreciated the swing of another male's hips. And surprise, surprise. Apparently 'Tōru-cchi' was the most popular one of them all.
Tōru-cchi
He felt like dying every time he heard that.
He tried not to show the annoyed tick in his eyebrow and painstakingly turned up his red glossy lips into a smile, one that appeared more like a grimace than what was supposed to be a sultry and seductive invitation. The grimace turned up a fraction when the cigarette breath invaded his nostrils as the thirty-something salary man, his current client, called out his name. "You said somethin'? Tōru-cchi?"
With the expertise of having worked there for two weeks now, Tōru bashfully shook his head, dark brown curls bouncing around his face. He tipped his head slightly to the side, imitating his three-year old niece whenever she was trying to act cute, and his long fingers wrapped around the man's rough ones. Well, he was a fast learner after all.
His insides churned as his client took that as a cue to lace their fingers together, before planting a wet kiss onto the back of his equally manly hand. "Nothing, I was just clearing my throat…" Dark eyes looked expectantly into his brown ones, before he grudgingly added, in a sickeningly sweet manly voice -which was impossible by the way, but who cares right- as he leaned closer to the man and finished with… "Goshujin-saman~"
To top off his act, he threw in a little wink.
That was enough to render any other customer of his to bite their fingernails and cut off their arms just for an encore.
He wished someone would just kill him already.
After a few more worshipping and cooing, his satisfied customer said his farewells, slipped a few bills in the exposed bra strap holding Tōru's fake boobs, and stumbled out the bar after giving the already-tormented, forced-to-work former athlete a wet kiss on his cheek. As if on cue, his aunt, that fifty-something woman who tricked him into dressing up into a sexy woman, danced her way to the other side of the bar top. She waggled her red-painted eyebrows while she put out her hand in front of him. A hearty laughter escaped her lips as she counted off the cash her sour-faced nephew extracted from his bra strap and slapped onto her waiting palm.
"Yay! You're such a money-maker, Tōru-chan!"
The big amount of money he earned made her dance all the way to the small bartender working diligently at the right end of the long bar counter, before she crushed the light-haired woman into her bosom. "I'll be able to keep this place running for a looong time with this kind of money, right, Hitoka-chan?"
Not waiting for the flustered bartender to answer, the bar owner twirled her around in a funny dance. The flustered woman ended up laughing instead at the cheerful older woman, before she nodded. Before long, his aunt, still on a high after receiving such provisions from her poor nephew, went out to search for other victims to twirl around in celebration. He followed his aunt with his tired eyes, before landing on the slender bartender. The remnants of mirth was still in her eyes as she continued to wipe the wine glasses; and despite feeling like a train wreck after having to endure the feeling of thongs wedge up his butt for five straight hours, suddenly he felt his shoulder relax as he drank in the upturn of her lips and just hear the ring of her voice as she tended to a customer looking for a drink.
Aah… nothing beats a cute woman to look at after a long day of forced labor.
She caught his eyes, and he raised a brow as she made a motion with her free hand. The little bartender appeared to look amused despite the little blush on her cheeks, and she mouthed out something. It took him a few seconds to realize that his wig was slipping off a little, which made him cough into his fist and embarrassedly look away, discreetly straightening the fake curls. He chanced a peek at her, and she had already turned to wipe the remaining glasses. But he didn't miss her laugh and the slight flush in her cheeks.
Good, now she was laughing at him.
He was a 'family's first' kind of man, but at that moment, there was no one he hated the most than his aunt.
A/N: Yep, that's it. hehe. I thought I'd write up a short drabble. I'll try to update the continuation of this chapter as fast as I can. Hope you enjoyed this one.^^
Ikemen = good looking men/boys
Goshujin-saman~ = it means master, and the –saman- suffix is actually used to address someone cutely. It's basically the same as –sama.
Just like how sometimes people say Toru-kyun instead of –kun just to make it sound cute. Or just used to mess around. XD