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PLEASE WRITE A FIC WITH YOUR FLOWERSHOP AU SLAY ME
Ahhhh okay I actually attempted but just a disclaimer, this is only my second fanfic ever and I haven’t written in months so idek how good this is gonna be especially considering that I normally write horror not romance but here goes!!!
Title: A Language
Pairing: Iwaizumi x Oikawa
AU: Flower shop
HC: Please consider flower shop au with iwaoi where Iwa is the manager and Oikawa is the newbie who, at first, didn’t understand why a hot tempered badass guy was managing a flower shop until he saw Iwa handling the flowers with such gentleness and a look of pure bliss that he instantly fell in love with the Iwa that admires flowers.
Oikawa stood in front of the back door of his new workplace - Carnation Red Florist - and waited for a silent moment. It was his first day on the job and the first day to work with the manager, Iwaizumi Hajime. Of course, he was slightly nervous. Usually he has no trouble charming ladies, but that was the problem - Iwaizumi wasn’t a lady, he was a man that was apparently quite hot tempered according to the owner. But hey, what could go wrong?
Thud.
That very thought was Oikawa’s first mistake.
“Agh!!!”
Oikawa already knew it. He knew that must have been Iwaizumi that he just hit with the door as he walked in. He was reluctant, but he closed the door and peeked around. Iwaizumi had a red mark on his forehead and a look of absolute distaste.
“You must be Shittykawa,” he said in a low voice.
An insulting nickname already. Wonderful.
“First of all, what the hell were you doing standing in front of the back door for so long you dumbass?! I need you to get working, Shittykawa!”
“I’m so sorry, Iwa - um - Iwa-chan!”
Giving Iwaizumi a nickname was Oikawa’s panicky attempt to reconcile. If Iwaizumi was giving him a nickname, why not give him a nickname too?
“Don’t call me that.”
Shut. Down.
Iwaizumi sighed and crossed his arms, “we just got the flowers from the wholesalers so I need you to start organizing them by the orders that we’ve got. Have all the flowers that are needed set up on different tables for each order. Got it?”
Oikawa nodded diligently as Iwaizumi walked away, rubbing his forehead and shaking his head. As Oikawa began to arrange the flowers, he could hear the faint conversations in the front of the shop. Iwaizumi was talking to some customers and through the slight crack in the door Oikawa could just see his side and his arm.
Oh.
Oikawa found himself perplexed. Were those…muscles? And very toned ones at that? Suddenly Oikawa felt a little jealous; he hadn’t realized it before that Iwaizumi was very muscular. He’d noted, however, his tan skin - a very suiting colour that reminded Oikawa of sand.
“This will be perfect to give to her,” Oikawa heard Iwaizumi say, “a red carnation symbolizes admiration. It’s like that feeling you described - my heart aches for you - that type of thing.”
Oikawa couldn’t help but be surprised. Iwaizumi seemed to know his flowers quite well. He didn’t seem like someone who’d really care for the flowers, more so like the person that would just move all the heavy stuff around and do deliveries. Iwaizumi was certainly a mysterious person after all.
Once he was finally finished with his task, Oikawa decided to find the vases until Iwaizumi came back. He was inspecting a glass vase he picked up from the shelf when the door suddenly burst open.
“Oi, Shittykawa!”
Crash.
This couldn’t have been timed worse. Oikawa didn’t even want to turn around. He just kept looking at the glass at his feet from the vase he dropped because Iwaizumi scared him.
“Shittykawa,” started Iwaizumi in his low voice again, “did I tell you to touch the vases?”
“You didn’t, Iwa-chan.”
“Don’t call me that!” he shouted, followed by a slight pause and a sigh. “Just go get the broom from the closet. I need to start working on those center pieces.”
“Okay. Sorry again.”
Oikawa watched from afar while cleaning as Iwaizumi got down to business. He couldn’t believe it when he’d actually said that he’d work on the center pieces. Him? The hot tempered Iwa-chan? Whose muscles would probably crush the flowers in his hand just by touching them? The same Iwa-chan that was about to crush his head for breaking a vase and slamming a door in his face? It sounded a little ridiculous, but Oikawa anticipated to watch anyway.
At first, all Iwaizumi did was find appropriate vases and review the order. Then, however, he began to pick and choose from the many flowers on the table. He would hold them up, move some around, looking and studying with such intensity. He cut the stems to make them even and would arrange them in the vase.
Yet, it was a sight worth seeing.
Iwaizumi, normally with his eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face, was completely content. There was actually a bit of a smile on his face. His eyes were sparkling and Oikawa watched as his hands moved around, picking each flower up that was held with such gentle fingers. Oikawa could see it on Iwaizumi’s face as he worked that he loved what he did - he loved working with the flowers and making beautiful arrangements. He loved designing them and talking about them - and his face, one that was full of pure bliss, was proof.
Thunk.
Oikawa felt like his heart was just hit with an arrow. He caught himself blushing because, what the hell, Iwa-chan was incredibly cute doing that?!! Oikawa could barely stand it but he kept watching Iwaizumi that was so engrossed with his work that he didn’t even look up.
What should I do?! Oikawa thought to himself.
After moments of panic and confusion while watching, Oikawa was pulled out of his reverie when Iwaizumi stood up from his chair to take one last look at his creation. He moved a flower or a leaf here and there and then stood a bit farther once more to observe.
And he actually smiled.
That was it. That was Oikawa’s limit.
I want him to look at me like that!!! Oikawa suddenly realized.
He felt a burst of energy and quickly searched around. His movement caught Iwaizumi’s attention.
“What is it, Shittykawa?” he asked in confusion.
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa yelled as he ran towards him from the other side of the room. “My heart!”
