ちゅうすう

     “ Ah, sorry. Business obligations, you know how it is. ”

Only half a minute into their relationship and Oikawa’s already strung together the world’s most obvious lie, made no attempt to cover his tracks or even try to fool Iwaizumi. He knows their partnership will be fun, maybe even something of a game on his end – after all, Oikawa’s always been good at reading people, been described as something of a spider clear through to his core.

He doesn’t say anything more, instead loosening his tie as he walks toward the patio; rough, damaged fingers catching on the silk as they fumble around the knot. Hes motions for Iwaizumi to follow him with a casual flick of one hand, just before he walks straight into the sliding glass door that, if anyone had asked, clearly hadn’t been there last time Oikawa had been in his father’s office.

     “ Fuck !! When did that get there? ”

The exclamation is addressed to no one in particular, and Oikawa continues to curse and grumble as he throws open the sliding door with his right hand and rubs at his nose with the left. He reaches the balcony with no further incident, leaning over the metal railing and looking out over the city below. As if he hadn’t just embarrassed himself completely, he speaks.

He fits the slimy businessman schtick to a tee.

Iwaizumi keeps his jaw locked tight in order to keep himself from commenting, afraid he’ll forget formalities and professional behavior if he tries talking just yet, instead silently standing to follow Oikawa as he’s motioned to do. He’s in the process of shoving his hands into his pockets when the Oikawa... Just... Slams face first into the glass sliding door. Iwaizumi stands still and stares with a heavily furrowed brow the entire time the other man is cursing at the door.

For fuck’s sake. Just how ridiculous can this guy get? Iwaizumi huffs lightly to himself, finally exiting out onto the balcony after Oikawa.

As the brunette starts going off on his spiel, Iwaizumi leans back against the wall, studying his relaxed posture and demeanor curiously -- as much as he already dislikes the guy, he has to admit Oikawa’s ability to recover so quickly is a little impressive. Maybe he has some good quali--

Iwa-chan?

He’s brought out of his generous train of thought with jarring speed, brows furrowing again and nose wrinkling in disgust. What the hell kind of name is that?

“Iwaizumi Hajime is my name, yeah, and I would appreciate it if you used it. We’re going to be interacting on a professional level, so we don’t need nicknames. And, just so we’re clear --”

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          “A-Ah! I’m sorry, I was looking for my team and I heard playing and thought it w-was my team, but it wasn’t, but I c-couldn’t help but keep watching!”

Oops -- he didn’t mean to scare her, but the look on her face and the way she responded made it seem like he probably did. She is pretty small... Maybe she’s just naturally intimidated by smaller people.

It took a lot for Yuuka to take offense and it was clear to her, at least, that the ace meant no disrespect with his comments or questions. Even if he did, it was unlikely that Yuuka would have reacted adversely. 

“Receiving lefty spikes can be really difficult but it’s not impossible! It just takes practice… and someone who is left handed to practice with.” Which was not always so easy to find, but Yuuka had been lucky in that regard. 

The more she talked and explained, the more Iwaizumi related -- their situations obviously weren’t exactly the same, but they were close enough that he could only think to offer a sagely, sympathetic nod.

SUCCESS, NOTHING LESS. –   jinzoushi gakuen school handbook, pg. 14-a

A brief shake of startle was brought by the abrupt intromission that dragged him out of his ANGERED absorption.

                            ‘ !! Iwaizumi-san— ‘

Optics met familiar stand, with whom, oddly enough, have had already too many constant encounters. 

Iwaizumi was far from surprised by Kageyama’s startled response, thinking only now that approaching and speaking from behind was probably a bad move, but it was too late to do anything about it now. He instead stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned his gaze to the wall of shoes in front of them.

She was encouraged to run with the boys during their warm up, but she didn’t realize they went for so long. Yachi  actually had to slip back inside to catch her breath, laying on the cooler floor. She was comfortable, but at the sound of the male’s voice, she sat up immediately.

Oh -- now he recognized her. Rather than who she was, though, he was suddenly a little more preoccupied with how startled she seemed by his ( as far as he was concerned ) very calm question. With the way her cheeks looked red, he wondered if maybe she was sick.