Iwaizumi was torn from bed by the shrill scream of the phone, piercing the silence of the morning. It was too early for this, and being a light sleeper made it difficult ignore. The sun was just barely rising, its golden rays were only beginning to tentatively reaching out to the dim world around him. He didn't want to answer, but he figured it must be important. Anyone with his number knew to never call him in the morning unless it was an emergency.
"Hello?" His voice was a sleep induced croak, better than he feared it might be. "Do you know what time it i-"
"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." The voice on the other end cut him off, freezing him in place. The tone wasn't angry, just more surprised and confused.
"I-I don't. What are you going on about Kageyama?" Hajime sat up in his bed, pressing his fingers into the sides of his phone. What the hell was going on?
"That's not what the guy on the news is saying. There's even a picture of the two of you together. Iwaizumi, who is this guy? You're dating someone famous?"
Hajime's response caught in his throat and he struggled to breathe. Kissing someone? A famous person. "Oh god, Oikawa… he's saying I'm his what?! What channel is this?" He threw himself across the room, fumbling with the cool plastic remote as he turned on his TV.
A silence answered him until Iwaizumi growled angrily, growing impatient. "Channel 4. Iwaizumi, he's attractive…"
"I know that Kageyama, thanks for calling, but I'm not dating anyone. Especially not someone as shitty as him." He hung up and threw his phone back on the bed, quickly pressing the number 4 on his remote. There must have been someone who took a picture of them last night. Then again, maybe Kageyama heard wrong…? He doubted it, but maybe… All hope dissipated when his face flashed up on the screen. His tan fingers were tangled in Oikawa's hair as the male leaned forward in his lap. There was no room for anymore doubt. He recognized the black tattoo of birds flying from a feather going across his own forearm.
"Tell me Tooru, how long have you and this Iwaizumi been dating?" The reporter leaned forward, a jealous glint in her blue eyes.
Oikawa shifted slightly, avoiding eye contact with her. "Uh, not long…" A pink blush dusted his face as the crowd reacted, mostly in squeals and disappointed cries.
"Oh? And you still refuse to tell us his first name. It's a pity we couldn't meet him. Does he live here in Tokyo? Maybe while you're still here, you could come back with him?" Hajime felt a twinge of sympathy for the guy, he was obviously cornered and uncomfortable. The picture had probably just popped up in the interview and Oikawa had panicked with an explanation. "Stop whoring around", maybe he was trying to make that reputation go away.
"Uh, I don't think that will go well, because I kind of wanted to keep him to myself, you know? It's a little crazy always being in the spotlight and he's one of those guys who just, likes things to be his own way." That apologizing smile again. He really wanted to smack it off of Oikawa's face, but part of him wanted to kiss it away as well.
"What the hell. We kissed, it was nothing special!" He growled, cracking his knuckles. This was not what he signed up for when he went into that bar last night.
"Ah, I see… well maybe if you change your mind? We'll be right back after this break!" The lady flashed a fake smile at the camera and it panned out to the exterior of the building. With a start, Iwaizumi realized he recognized the place. It was just down the street from where he lived. If he could talk to Oikawa, get him to confess this was all a lie, then maybe he could move on and forget the annoyingly handsome brunette.
He hardly hesitated, rushing to change into something clean. Once he was ready, he charged outside of his apartment, racing to the news studio. The sun was up by now and the streets were becoming crowded with the early morning rush, but Iwaizumi still found a way to make it fairly easily. The doors were blocked by a crowd of people, fans of Oikawa and the other guests probably. There was no way he would be able to get through without drawing attention to himself. The last thing he needed was getting trampled by a bunch of jealous fangirls. He would have to wait.
Hajime sighed and leaned against the side of the building, frowning up at the dirty brick walls. This all could have been avoided so easily, but he didn't regret it too much. He recalled the taste of Oikawa's lips, like aged vanilla. His voice, how it seemed so innocent, but if he looked closely into those chocolate hues he could see the intelligence glinting there. He was just so, addicting. The fact that their advances had been stopped twice wasn't helping him either.
"Tooru, quietly now, they're still waiting at the front for you to come out. They don't know about this back exit." Iwaizumi jumped at the sudden intrusion on his thoughts. His eyes flickered over to see the reporter and Oikawa, sneaking in his alleyway, but they both froze when they caught sight of him.
The woman screamed softly and gripped the brunette's arm, hiding behind him. Hajime had almost expected her to be all over him since she had been so fixated on the subject before, but then it occurred to him, he had his hood up and it was still a little dark. To them he probably looked like some punk in a dark alley, which wasn't exactly wrong.
"Oikawa, we need to talk." He mumbled, pulling his hood down. The model looked like he stopped breathing altogether, it would have been funny if his face wasn't turning blue. "Hey, come on breathe. There's a café down the street, maybe we won't get bombarded with people there. Let's go." Iwaizumi gave him no chance to protest, gripping the man's hand as he led him away from the reporter and the crowd.
"Iwa-Iwaizumi? You, why are you here? Oh! Oh I'm sorry about the interview! Someone took a picture and my manager was saying if they found out I was just making out with some random guy it would ruin everything, and I freaked out. I'm actually really glad I got to see you again. I couldn't stop thinking about last night, I really enjoyed myse-"
"Tooru, right? Shut up, you're rambling." He heard the brunette gasp slightly and the grip on his hand tightened. It was enduring how flustered he seemed, but Hajime was too annoyed to do anything but keep walking.
"S-sorry Iwa-chan, I just can't stop talking around you it seems." This stopped him right in his tracks, and he swung around to face the other male.
"Don't call me that. My name is Iwaizumi… or Hajime if you really insist on calling me something else." They were close again, so close he could feel Oikawa's breath fanning over his face. That vanilla scent clouded his senses and he pushed the male into a dark corner, brushing their lips together. A soft moan was elicited from the taller man as he let himself be pushed back, their lips connecting in a passionate and rough kiss. He shouldn't be doing this, he came to tell Oikawa off. This was more than one night. This wasn't supposed to happen!
Oikawa carefully slipped his tongue into Iwaizumi's mouth, and unlike last night, the brunette seemed to be fighting for control. Hajime ground their hips together, forcing the other to gasp, but it seemed to only make him more greedy. He was going to lose control if he didn't stop now. Damn this man for filling his head with fog.
With great effort he pulled away, glaring up into those almond eyes. He loved how clouded over they became from just a simple kiss. "I came, to tell you that you needed to stop the lies.. I'm not your boyfriend. I don't do relationships." Hajime gritted his teeth and removed himself completely, still heading in the direction of the café. If Oikawa wanted to talk about it, they would have to do so once he got some coffee. It was too early for him to be dealing with stuff like this. The little shop was a little crowded, but just enough that there was a soft hum in the background. It was a comforting noise that settled his nerves.
Oikawa sat across from him, staring sadly at his coffee, refusing to meet Iwaizumi's intense gaze. What was it with this guy? Was he a child or a man? "I understand where you're coming from Hajime, but I don't have much of a choice. Could you… could you please just play along while I'm in Tokyo? I'll only be here for a week and then we can have some tragic breakup because we can't deal with a long distance relationship. Something like that. It's a lot to ask of someone, I know, but I can take you to fancy places and buy you nice things."
"Like a sugar daddy? No thanks. I have a life you know, and I can't just drop it all to play the celebrities' boyfriend…" He dropped his emerald gaze to his hands, ashamed that he was making Oikawa have such a pained expression. "I don't… I don't know how to deal with a relationship, Tooru. It wouldn't look natural, they would catch on immediately."
If I stay with you too long I don't know if I will be able to make it out of this okay.
"If that's all you're worried about, please don't! Just act how you always do! You were really smooth last night, that works perfectly!" Oikawa flashed him a smile, a really big one with his eyes closed and a slight blush coating his cheeks. "Be my boyfriend, Iwa-chan?"
"I told you to stop calling me that!" He hissed, feeling his own cheeks heat up slightly. Iwaizumi looked down at his cup, swirling the contents around as if the answer would suddenly appear in the smooth liquid. "If it's just for this week.. I'll play the part, but don't expect me to be all intimate with you."
The brunette laughed and grabbed his hand, pressing those soft, pink lips to his knuckles. "This week will be the best week you've ever had, I promise!"
Hajime quickly pulled his hand away, his throat constricting to the point where he could only hum in agreement. Why did he have to be like that? It threw him off balance every time.
"May I have your phone?" Iwaizumi blinked back into focus, frowning in confusion. "So I can give you my number silly! We need to be able to contact each other. I'm not on the news everyday, just every other day." The brunette winked at him, giggling softly.
"Oh, um yeah." Hajime slowly handed over his phone, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. Being around Oikawa was like trying to predict the weather, it threw you off balance and kept you constantly second guessing yourself. Tooru raised up two fingers to create a peace sign, a bright smile on his face, snapping the picture with the two of them in it. Iwaizumi looked a little flustered and a little grumpy with his almost permanent scowl, especially with the brunette next to him looking like a ray of sunshine.
"There, just in case someone doesn't believe you when you say you're dating the famous Oikawa Tooru." He explained, handing his phone back with a kiss to his cheek.
"It was already all over the news, I doubt I could even try to deny it." Hajime grumbled, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "Hand me your phone so I can give you my number." After they had exchanged numbers and drank their coffee, the two slipped out of the café and into the busy streets of Tokyo. It was beautiful in the morning and the few times he actually woke up early, Iwaizumi would go for a little jog. It might seem chaotic to anyone who didn't actually live there, but it was a comfort to him. At least this was still the same after such an insane morning.
"By the way, how did you know where to find me?" Oikawa asked, connecting their hands so that he could swing them back and forth.
It annoyed Iwaizumi, but he kept their fingers tangled, looking straight ahead. "I live close by and I recognized the building. I actually live in those apartments over there." He nodded to a plain tall building. It was a little worse for wear, but in his budget. His actual apartment looked much better than the outside suggested it did.
"Huh!? Really? Can I see your apartment, Hajime?" Oikawa wasn't really waiting for him to reply, the model just tugged Iwaizumi along as he raced for the tall building.
"It's not like you're giving me much choice." He grumbled, racing alongside the brunette. There was something about the way that his hair bounced that made him want to run his fingers through it. Iwaizumi pushed the thought away, shaking his head. Even if they were supposedly together, he wasn't sure what the limits were with this guy. He obviously wasn't opposed to kissing.
With a swift movement, Iwaizumi granted them access into the building, leading the way to the third floor where his apartment was situated. He quickly unlocked his door and held it open, letting Oikawa slip in first before he shut it once more.
"You live in a small apartment! It's kind of… cute." The brunette smiled and fell onto his bed, sighing happily. "It smells like you.." Tooru's voice suddenly became deeper, sending chills down Hajime's spine. He couldn't hold back a slight gasp.
"Well, I would hope it smells like me. It is my bed after all." He mumbled, laying next to the mysterious man beside him. Being this close to him, Hajime couldn't keep himself from connecting their lips in a soft kiss. It was an odd change of pace from his useless rough, assertive ones, but he almost didn't mind this slow pace with Tooru. He felt a leg wrap around his hip as Oikawa tangled their bodies together. Their hands cautiously searched, trying to find the other's limits. Iwaizumi finally found it when his hand touched Oikawa's inner thigh causing the male to gasp and flinch away with a dark blush.
"Hajime.. just… just kissing." Tooru whispered, moving back so that their bodies were pressed into each other once more.
Iwaizumi nodded, kissing the male's forehead. "I understand."
This was going to be a long week.
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