but you arent even 21 {Oikawa + Hinata}
As a people person, it’s only to be expected that Oikawa enjoys his newfound fame, acquired surprisingly easily in a world that doesn’t quite understand the concept of ‘celebrities' just yet. If you're a public face, everyone is going to recognize you, the population in Iunctum still relatively limited — and, once they do, various stores and hangout spots will pay you to show up there, considering businesses are still growing and latching onto anything to make it big.
Naturally, given his job, fashion stores are his usual destination — stop, buy something (usually considerably discounted — it’s just for show, after all), make sure to talk to a few clients, then leave, all for a price. It’s easy for someone who thrives on attention; he has absolutely no trouble humoring people, even if it means wasting a few hours of his day to stand around and talk about things that don’t quite interest him (it gains him fame, fans, and more swooning girls, though — logically speaking, the downsides are scarce.)
It’s a little different today — mostly because, somewhere among the ruckus, he spots a very familiar redhead. Amused enough by watching him scramble erratically, clothes almost falling through his hands (either he doesn’t know how to fold, or his hands are trembling; both options seem fair game, at this point) Oikawa wastes no time in approaching the shorter boy, offering him a short, curt wave and his usual, trademark peace signs.
“Heeey, Chibi-chan! Fancy meeting you here,” he quips, lightheartedly, leaning against the wall next to Hinata. “Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I saw you outside of a pizza place last week. Did you lose your job there already? What a shame,” a short, almost distraught sigh follows; he’s not particularly concerned, but he sure does make it his job to look like it.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter, since you’ve already found a new one —” pointedly, he stares at the pile of carelessly folded clothes, humming in thought. “— better watch out before you lose this one, too. I’m sure they pay better, so it wouldn’t be good! You wouldn’t want to be a disappointment to your new family, huh?”
The plan to stay hidden from the third year ultimately failed when their eyes connected and he was in headed in his direction. Maybe to ask a question as an employee of the place or… something. The actual reason why he wanted to hide in the first place…? Well, he didn’t have a reason. It was an act on a whim and his body reacted on instinct. It’s not like he owed him any money or had some acute rivalry like what Kageyama had for the Aobajousai captain and setter.
With the few seconds gap before Oikawa reached him, he straightened up his wrinkled uniform and crooked, drooping name tag. He had to maintain a professional attitude and interaction with the paying customer despite how bad their personality is. To have control over his emotions was a challenge in itself. He often reacted without any thought of the consequences, which was something he was sort of working on but often forgot about.
It wasn’t hard to believe that the words the setter had to say only brought down his mood with things he rathered forget. But they were true statements, but his wording… was what had the most impact. His voice was suave with a heavy load that was just unpacked onto Hinata. Who knew something so light could be pack a punch that hindered his entire performance for a few brief seconds.
He sort of forced a laugh, it was more awkward and dry than anything, with the rub of his head. He squirmed and quickly gathered some sloppy, poorly folded shirts to try again. “Yeah, I’m not the best with customers or things like this.” He eyed the shirts, which didn’t need more emphasizing on how poorly down they were. It wasn’t because he sucked at folding but because of the failed attempt to hide himself.
“Is there anyway I can help…?” He began to fold, his back turned towards the brunette. He needed to straighten up before a superior passed by scold him, which would bring the idea of getting fired from another job into play again. “Though, you seem like the sort of guy who would have this sort of place memorized.”
