there is also a playlist based on AU of mine in which suga is a physioterapy student and oikawa is an astronomy student and they end up in the same university and they play together in the university team.
at first oikawa sees suga in a club and tries to hit on him, suga mocks him and turns him down and oikawa is pissed off, so he convince himself that he doesn't like nor trust suga and that he's a demon (which he is) but in the end he's just frustrated because he has a crush on him but he doesn't wanna admit it; it doesn't help that suga is doing his internship with oikawa's physioterapist so he gets to see him often and he. hates. it. especially because suga is always teasing him. suga knows that oikawa has a crush on him but first he wants to play with the guy and, against oikawa's will, suga gets along with his friends and they invites him just to piss off oikawa even more and oikawa. wants. to. scream. so oikawa tries to take his revenge reminding suga how a better setter he is but suga is a little shit and he always knows how to make a fool of oikawa.
but he actually tries to let oikawa open up about his insecurities and he helps him to take care of his body and oikawa lets his wall down and yeah in the end they finally confess, end up together and have library dates (yay!) because they have exams (nay!)
Tutor - OiSuga Weekend Day 2 - Different First Meeting AU
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"You know, if you wanted to learn how to be better at volleyball, you could have just asked me, Takeru." Oikawa poked his nephew in the arm. "I am one of the best volleyball players, like, ever."
Takeru rolled his eyes. "You didn't volunteer as a volleyball tutor with my school."
"Yeah, but you could have just asked me instead of getting a tutor."
"I already told you, I didn't choose to have a tutor. He was assigned. It's a mentorship program. It's not my problem you didn't volunteer."
"But you didn't even tell me about the program! How was I supposed to know to volunteer?" Oikawa whined.
"Don't be a baby, Uncle Tooru." They were almost to the gym. "Besides, Sugawara-san knew about the program."
Oikawa stuck his tongue out at Takeru.
Takeru did it right back.
Not long after that they made it to the gym at Takeru's school. Despite his griping about not choosing to have a tutor for volleyball, Oikawa could tell the kid was excited about it. He clearly liked this 'Sugawara-san'. Takeru was almost vibrating with excitement when they got to the doors of the gym, which were open to allow airflow.
"SUGAWARA-SAN!" Takeru shouted, grabbing Oikawa's arm and using it for balance while jumping up and down in excitement. This, unfortunately, knocked Oikawa off balance, making him stumble a little. When he looked up, he finally saw Takeru's volleyball tutor.
Holy shit. Oikawa was so screwed.
Sugawara-san looked over when he heard Takeru's voice, which was when he noticed Oikawa. Oikawa felt his cheeks redden, knowing his first impression on this very attractive volleyball tutor was him stumbling at the tug of a middle schooler. They made brief eye-contact, before Sugawara-san looked back over at Takeru. "Ah, Takeru. You're just on time!"
Oh my God, his voice.
Oikawa was definitely screwed.
***
Oikawa picked up Takeru right on time. They were just finishing up a round of serves, which was apparently one of the areas where Takeru struggled. Takeru was poking Sugawara, apparently trying to goad him into doing something. “Come on, Suga-san! I want to see it again!”
“See what again?” Oikawa asked, making his presence known. Sugawara looked over at him with a borderline-plea in his eyes.
“Suga-san’s jump serve! He showed me earlier. It was sooo awesome!” Takeru was jumping up and down, turning back toward Sugawara to shoot him with puppy dog eyes. Those were hard to resist, Oikawa knew, because Oikawa was the one who taught it to him.
Oikawa raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, a jump serve?” Sugawara warily looked up at him from Takeru’s puppy dog eyes. “Let’s see it then.” Sugawara glared at him, but Oikawa only smiled.
Sugawara sighed, his shoulders sagging in resignation. Takeru cheered as Sugawara grabbed a ball from the basket. “It’s not actually that great,” Sugawara prefaced, already planning to disappoint.
“Are you kidding, Suga-san? You’re awesome!”
Sugawara shook his head. “By high school standards, my serves are pretty average, kiddo.”
Takeru rolled his eyes. “I doubt that.”
Sugawara smiled fondly. “Your uncle will confirm it for me after I’ve done it.” Sugawara looked over at Oikawa, still smiling. “Right, Oikawa-san?”
Oikawa shifted his weight, giving Sugawara a considering look with his hands in his pockets. “I’ll reserve my judgement till after the demonstration. For all I know, you’re some prodigy and I’ll have to eat my words.”
Snorting, Sugawara turned away from them and stepped up to the line. “I’m definitely no prodigy,” he said, and then he jumped and served the ball.
It had a beautiful arc, and it stayed in bounds for sure. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough power for it to truly be difficult to receive. Oikawa nodded. “I hate to break it to you, Takeru, but your tutor is right. That’s pretty average. Good technique, but average.”
Takeru rolled his eyes. “You do it then. You’re the one who said you were ‘the best volleyball player, like, ever.’” He used air quotes. And a squeaky voice. Rude.
“I said I was one of the best, not the best. Besides, Sugawara-san is probably tired from dealing with you. We shouldn’t inconvenience him.” Part of Oikawa really wanted to demonstrate his awesomeness, but a lot of people got defensive when somebody one-upped them, and Oikawa didn’t want to have to deal with that, especially not with his nephew’s tutor.
“Actually,” Sugawara cut in, “I don’t mind.” He tossed Oikawa a ball. “Show me what you’ve got.” Oikawa took all of 1.3 seconds to observe the smirk on his lips and the mirth in his eyes before deciding that yes, Oikawa was going to absolutely crush him.
“Well, don’t you like a challenge… How refreshing.” He walked over to the line and gave Sugawara a blinding grin. “Okay! But you asked for it. Step aside, Mr. Refreshing.”
Sugawara rolled his eyes, but he moved over to stand next to Takeru. Oikawa dribbled the ball a few times and spun it in his hands. He purposely dragged out the whole thing to build suspense. He looked over and saw that both Sugawara and Takeru looked pretty bored.
Perfect.
Oikawa tossed the ball, took a few steps, and jumped. He slammed his hand into the ball and less than a nano-second later it was pounding into the court on the other side of the net. Just inside the back line.
Perfect.
There was silence in the gym for a moment as Oikawa surveyed his handiwork and the others stared in awe. Then Oikawa let out a pleased sigh and turned to his nephew and Sugawara. “Well, that turned out pretty well, don’t you think?” The picture of nonchalance. As if he hadn’t practiced that a million and a half times for the last two years to get it right. As if he wasn’t lucky it was in bounds because half the time it ended up smacking against the back wall. No big deal or anything.
Sugawara blinked at him a couple times, his jaw hanging slightly. After a second he shook his head, as if trying to jar himself back into sentience. “Wow, that was…” Sugawara blinked again. “What position do you play?”
“Setter,” Oikawa said smoothly. “For Aoba Johsai.”
Sugawara nodded slowly. “I’m the setter for Karasuno…” The name sounded familiar to Oikawa, but he couldn’t quite place it. Wasn’t that a public school there in Miyagi?
Sugawara turned to Takeru. “Why exactly am I your tutor if your uncle is the setter for Seijoh?”
Takeru shrugged, still a little dazed. “Because you’re cool and he’s annoying.” Apparently even when he was dazed he was a little shit.
“Mean, Takeru! How am I annoying?”
Apparently, that snapped Takeru out of his state of awe. “Because you’re you! And you’re obsessed with aliens!”
“Iwa-chan is obsessed with Godzilla and you don’t make fun of him!”
“That’s because Iwaizumi-san is cool.”
Oikawa’s face went white. “Betrayal,” he whispered. “Don’t ever tell him that. Ever.”
Takeru giggled, and Oikawa could see Sugawara smiling out of the corner of his eye. “Go shower, Takeru,” Oikawa said. “You smell terrible.”
Takeru groaned in annoyance, but he did as he was told. Oikawa helped Sugawara collect all the volleyballs strewn around the gym. “Thanks for the help,” Sugawara said as they got the last of them.
“No problem, Mr. Refreshing.”
Sugawara rolled his eyes. “So is Iwaizumi your boyfriend?”
Oikawa gave him side-eye. “Iwa-chan?” He snorted. “Yeah, no. Definitely not.”
“Oh. I just thought that, you know, since you call him ‘Iwa-chan’…”
“No, he’s just a childhood friend.” Oikawa grinned. “Actually, I mostly call him that because it annoys him.”
“Oh.” Oikawa couldn’t tell what Sugawara’s expression meant. He couldn’t tell what that ‘oh’ meant, either.
“Yep.” Cue awkward silence. Yay.
Luckily Takeru bounded back into the room just then, hair still dripping from his shower. “Uncle Tooru, can we get ice cream on the way home?”
“Sure, kiddo,” Oikawa said, nodding as he walked over to the door of the gym to join his nephew.
“Thanks for the lesson, Suga-chan!” Takeru called over his shoulder. Oikawa looked back and saw Sugawara waving goodbye, a broad smile on his face.
Maybe Oikawa wouldn’t mind walking Takeru to volleyball lessons more often.
***
Okay, so apparently ‘more often’ was literally every single time.
He hadn’t necessarily planned to do it that often, but he couldn’t really help it. His sister would ask if he was going to help out and then he’d think of Sugawara’s smile and he would volunteer on the spot. Plus, his sister really did need the help. She’d been working overtime a lot, so having one less thing on her plate made a world of difference.
So Oikawa walked Takeru to tutoring twice a week. Half the time he stayed for the whole two hours so he wouldn’t have to go and come back. He started out in the corner doing homework or reading a sci-fi novel, but by the end of the session he was helping out in one way or another. Sometimes he just received balls to help Takeru get better at keeping a volley going. Sometimes he set the ball for Sugawara so he could show Takeru the proper technique – or vice versa.
Probably about half the time, Oikawa injected himself into the session. Correcting a technique, making a comment, or volunteering to help with a demonstration. Other times Sugawara basically dragged him into it. One time Oikawa had been doing his math homework and he got hit in the face with a stray ball, and that led him to correct Takeru’s receiving technique.
And nine times out of ten, at some point, it would be just him and Sugawara, Takeru having gone off to take a shower or buy ice cream or just about any other thing imaginable. It was usually Oikawa who sent him away, trying for some alone time with Sugawara to get to know him better. Oikawa loved those times. It was a little awkward at first, but then they grew pretty comfortable with each other. Oikawa would like to say that he considered Sugawara a sort of friend now, though he admitted he’d like to do some very not-friend-like things. Like making out. He really wanted to do that.
Today Sugawara was the one to send Takeru on an errand, giving him enough money to buy all three of them popsicles. Takeru happily ran off to make the purchase, leaving the two of them alone. Oikawa immediately set to picking up the strewn volleyballs, as was their usual practice when left alone. However, after Oikawa dumped the first armful in the basket, he turned around to be face to face with Sugawara.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What’s up, Mr. Refreshing? Not going to help?”
Sugawara rolled his eyes. “Are you going to ask me out or not?”
Oikawa’s eyes went wide, and he took a step backwards, his back hitting the volleyball cart. “What, uh- what do you mean, Sugawara-san?”
“I mean you spent an accumulative hour today looking at my butt and I’m tired of waiting for you to man up and ask me out. Are you going to or not?”
Oikawa blinked. He opened his mouth, said nothing, and closed it again. “I don’t-“
“Oh, for the love of all things volleyball,” Sugawara interrupted him, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him in for a kiss.
Approximately three seconds later, they pulled apart. Oikawa knew he looked dazed, but he couldn’t really muster the energy to care about that at the moment. “Saturday.” Sugawara raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Are you free Saturday?”
Sugawara smiled. “In the afternoon. We have practice on Saturday mornings.”
Oikawa nodded, matching Sugawara’s smile. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 6.”
“Tooru, can you come help me? The popsicles are melting!”
The two of them jerked apart. Oikawa turned around, but Takeru wasn’t there. He was still outside the gym, unable to open the door with three melting popsicles in his hands. “Coming, Takeru!” Oikawa called back. He went to move, but Sugawara grabbed his hand.
“You can text me the details, yeah?” Sugawara was still smiling, but Oikawa could tell he was a little nervous. As if Oikawa was going to change his mind or something.
“Yeah, absolutely,” Oikawa said. He stepped in close and gave him a slow, sweet kiss. “I’ll steal your number from Takeru’s phone,” he said when they separated. Then he ran to let Takeru into the gym.
After they ate their popsicles and cleaned up the gym, the three of went outside, about to head in different directions to go home. “I’ll see you Saturday,” Sugawara called as he mounted his bike.
Oikawa’s grin was blinding. “Yeah, see you then!”
“What’s happening on Saturday?”
Oikawa looked down at Takeru with a smirk. “It’s a big kid thing. Volleyball stuff.”
“Oh,” Takeru’s interest was piqued. “Can I come?”
“Sorry, kiddo, high schoolers only.”
“I’m old enough!” Takeru crossed his arms indignantly.
“Not for this. You’ll get it when you’re my age, trust me.”
Takeru looked like he was going to complain again, but Oikawa cut him off. “Race you to the corner!” Then he took off, leaving Takeru in his dust.
OiSuga Weekend: April 29
patterns / post-apocalypse / free prompt
Rated: G
No Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1,604
Working late night shifts at the university library has its perks.
Suga heard the bell ding at the front of the counter, much like it did every night, and he looked up to see Oikawa standing there, grinning at him. He was holding his laptop against his chest and for a moment, Oikawa looked a little winded, like he had rushed here.
Suga loved working the night shift at the university library. Working nighttime hours meant that the only students present were ones who were cramming in homework late at night, nose deep in textbooks and laptops, far too busy to really need anything from Suga. The nights were slow and usually allowed him to work on his own homework while he watched the clock tick by. Nighttime was easier than the day shifts.
The cute biology major with chestnut hair and confident eyes who came to the library every weeknight was an added bonus.
“Hello, Oikawa.”
“Hi, Suga-chan! I need to check out the supplemental literature textbook for Takeda’s class. 4353?”
Suga got up from his seat and walked directly to the location he knew the textbook was placed. He found 4353 easily, the placement familiar to him considering Oikawa checked it out every single night.
When Suga returned and took Oikawa’s ID, he always found himself grinning at the picture on it. Oikawa looked the exact same in his picture as he did in person but there was an over-saturation in the lighting and Oikawa came out looking washed out. It was even funnier that Oikawa wasn’t smiling.
“Suga-chan,” Oikawa cried as Suga snickered behind his hand. “You always laugh at my ID!”
“Oikawa, you need to retake it. It’s like the same price as that giant cup of coffee you always buy,” Suga responds with another grin, pointedly looking at the thermos resting on the counter. “I know it’s coffee.”
Oikawa looks at him pointedly. “I refuse to pay for another ID when this one is perfectly fine.”
“You’re not even smiling in it.”
“She didn’t tell me that she was taking the picture yet! It wasn’t my fault!” Oikawa wailed, but stopped when Suga finished scanning it and was already handing it back to him. Suga held back another round of laughter when Oikawa snatched it back with immense vigor, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I’m also not going to give up the money I spend on my coffee to retake this stupid picture.”
Suga hummed, scanning the textbook lazily as he rested his chin on his palm, looking back up at a flustered Oikawa.
“I mean, then don’t get mad when I laugh at it next time.”
Oikawa clicked his tongue. “I’m going to start studying outside of your shifts, Suga-chan. You’re no longer my favorite person here anymore.”
Suga looked up at him with a slight grin. It was like this every night. Oikawa would come in, ask for the same textbook, they would bicker, Oikawa would threaten to come bother a different employee at a different time, Suga would tell him to go ahead, and Oikawa would huff and leave. Then at the end of the night, Oikawa would return the book, flirt some more, then they would talk until closing time.
Suga had no real idea who Oikawa was outside of their library encounters. He knew Oikawa was a biology major, although not entirely sure what for. He knew Oikawa had Takeda’s literature class and they shared the same kinesiology professor but at different times. Suga also knew that Oikawa liked his coffee with milk instead of creamer and four sugar packets, opting for the blonde roast to receive the most amount of caffeine the coffee shop had to offer. And he also knew that sometimes Oikawa would forget to take off his glasses when he came back to return his textbooks and Suga’s heart melted every time he looked at sleepy eyes behind those glasses.
“I’ll take my chances,” Suga sighed as he handed the book over, Oikawa snatching it much like he had his ID. “Although, I don’t know if those other employees would let you get away with checking out that textbook longer than the allocated hour slot like I do, hm?”
Oikawa pouted. “I suppose not. I guess they wouldn’t be as cute to look at either.”
This was new.
“I don’t know, have you seen Akaashi-san? Works in the morning? He’s quite the looker. I think he might have me beat.”
Oikawa cocked his head to the side, almost as if he were soaking in Suga’s words. He looked a little lost in thought before he spoke, like he didn’t expect what Suga had said. “Does he have a cute mole under the corner of his eye like you do? I don’t know. Hard to compete if he doesn’t.”
Suga absentmindedly touched the mark under his eye. It was something akin to a trademark, especially for him with his silver hair, but no one had slyly complimented it like Oikawa just had. For some reason, Suga felt embarrassed and felt his pulse slightly increase as he covered the mark with his fingertips.
Oikawa pouted again. “No need to get shy. That’s very unlike you.”
“No need to get cocky. Although, that is very like you,” Suga bit as hard as he could, although, it lacked the venom he was aiming for.
Oikawa simply laughed as he leaned forward on the counter between them, crossing his arms over it as he grinned up at Suga who was still blushing profusely. Suga was slightly agitated that his composure had been broken. He was always good at matching Oikawa on nights like this and it was frustrating that Oikawa deviating from their normal script for a fraction of a second knocked him off his feet.
Oikawa’s smug look told him that he knew what he was doing.
“Well, thanks for the textbook,” Oikawa chimed, but didn’t seem like he made any effort to leave. He was still leaning forward, curious brown eyes fixed on Suga.
“Sure.”
“Maybe I should get a new ID.”
“Is that so?” Suga felt himself calming down, his demeanor returning to normal. “What about it?”
“How about I buy a new ID so you can stop laughing at me every night but in return, you have to buy me the coffee I missed out on buying?”
Suga blinked as a moment of silence passed.
“Why would I buy you a coffee? You can walk around with that hideous picture for all I care.” But there was a lilt to Suga’s own voice, one that he accompanied with a smile. “Maybe other people can get a good laugh on campus when you show them your picture.”
Oikawa quirked an eyebrow and slung his bag over his shoulder to his chest so he could ruffle through it. When he pulled out a sticky note and began scribbling on it with his pen, Suga impatiently waited to see what he was doing.
Oikawa handed the note over and when Suga turned it around, he felt his eyes widen at the phone number scrawled across the paper in thin but uniform writing.
He vaguely wondered what Oikawa’s notes must look like if his writing was this pretty.
“I don’t need your number,” Suga said as he tucked the sticky note underneath the cover of his planner that was set aside when he had been doing homework earlier. “You come in here every night.”
“Yeah, but how about… I meet you there at the coffee shop on campus and we consider it a coffee date.”
And for the second time that night, Suga is completely caught off guard and grows flustered knowing that Oikawa has been able to do it to him twice in the last ten minutes. Suga almost couldn’t formulate a response to it.
Oikawa slowly looked more uncomfortable each time another silent moment passed. It took a while for Suga to even respond, but when he realized that he hadn’t even used his mouth to form words, he slams his palm on the counter and Oikawa jumps so far back that Suga is almost impressed.
“Sorry! Yes! I think— I don’t have class tomorrow, but I do work at 8, so if you want we can get coffee before I come into work and before you study?”
It was Oikawa’s turn to look at Suga with widened eyes, a slight blush forming on his cheeks to match Suga’s. They both stared at each other for a while, Suga shocked that Oikawa had even asked him out on a date, and Oikawa seemingly surprised that Suga had agreed, even though he was the one who had asked.
“S-sounds like a date, Suga-chan!”
Suga nodded and follows it up with a grin, his fingers fumbling with the corner of his planner even as Oikawa awkwardly smiled and scurried away like he was running away from a fire. Suga had to catch his breath before he sat back down in his chair, quietly wringing his fingers in thought. He glanced at the cover of his planner, staring at the pale yellow sticky note peeking out from the corner and sighed happily.
He got a cute boy’s number tonight.
A couple hours later, Oikawa returned to hand in the loaned textbook. When Suga scanned it back in and clears him, Oikawa winked and provided a bright smile.
“See you tomorrow, Suga-chan.”
“7:00 at the coffee shop on campus right?”
“7:00 at the coffee shop on campus.”
Oikawa waved goodbye, eyes a little sleepy from studying all night. Suga waved back in return and spends the rest of the night trying to quell the rapid beating of his heart.
He got a cute boy’s number and a date.
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For OiSuga Weekend 2018 Day 1: forest / supernatural / coffee shop AU
Summary:
In an effort to distinguish himself from the rest of the magic practitioners in town, Oikawa with his unique brand of thinking outside the box, decided to put up a coffee shop (with a twist of course) instead of the expected good ol’ magic shop.
Note: Title came from this song. Happy OiSuga Weekend! Enjoy! :D
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In an effort to distinguish himself from the rest of the magic practitioners in town, Oikawa with his unique brand of thinking outside the box, decided to put up a coffee shop (with a twist of course) instead of the expected good ol’ magic shop.
“How terribly millennial of you,” Hanamaki quipped then, when he proposed his idea, when they asked him about his future plans now that he’s a newly licensed magic practitioner.
“You can’t deny that it’s a brilliant idea,” he boasts back without looking at his friend, playing with his gold plated license instead, making it catch the light, because only then can he see his name embossed on it in a special matte ink.
And what a brilliant and really well thought of idea it really is. Oikawa’s strengths have always lied in brewing potions, rather than casting spells. Not to say that he sucks too much at the latter, but he’s always been shrewd enough to focus and play on his strengths to ensure his success. Also, as much as his target market are people or well, creatures, really, that need one magical brew or the other, he wants his shop to be open to catering non-magical beings alike.
And a coffee shop seemed like a perfect balance between those two worlds.
“Which is few and far between.” Iwaizumi roughly grabs his arm, pushing it down, when the card’s reflection hit him in the eyes.
“Rude, Iwa-chan.”
It’s Matsukawa who asks, “Have you found a place already?”
Oikawa distractedly hums, keeping his license inside his wallet. “At the forest in the small mountain,”
“What?” Iwaizumi turns to him. “This is the first time I’m hearing about this.”
“Because this is the first time I’ve told you.”
Iwaizumi levels him a glare. “Why the mountain forest? The town has plenty of empty shops that can be renovated and turned into a cafe.”
Oikawa scrunched his nose in slight disgust. “Ugh, no thanks, Iwa-chan. The town is crowded enough of various shops as it is. Too many competition too. I need to stand out. And to do that, I have to make sure that clients specifically seek me out.”
He doesn’t mention that he can justify the exorbitant amount he would eventually charge them, claiming that for an out of the way shop, it’s bound to be how business works.
Oikawa’s well aware of the risk, and he understands that he might be in over his head for planning it like this. Traditional patrons still prefer their tried and tested (but boring and old) magicians, but he’s banking on the fact that times have been changing too. His cohorts and all that are starting to dominate the world. Despite the risks, Oikawa is confident that this will work out.
Besides, he’s not charming for nothing after all.
And so, half a year since he started, he could safely say that it’s going well. Better than he initially expected, even. He’s built it in on what he considers a prime location, not technically in the heart of the forest, but in a clearing by the edge of it that has a good view of the town below.
It does make it challenging to find, but the complimentary drink he offers -a rejuvenating brew- is always enough to appease his clients. He’s also established a reputation of being better than the potions master in town, who only accepts order of potions they know to brew, because Oikawa doesn’t particularly shy away from concocting highly specific mixtures.
They were very willing to pay the price, for such a high quality product too.
It helps as well that he has a steady stream of customers in the form of the wood nymphs, who surprisingly enough, are really just here to try out the regular blended coffee. And maybe flirt with him sometimes.
But yeah, overall, business is good.
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It’s a rather slow day in Cauldron Blends when Kiyoko, a good witch and valuable patron, comes in with someone else other than her cute apprentice, Yachi. Instead of the usual chirpy voice that he uses to greet them, his breath got suspended in his lungs instead.
Because holy mother of mixing potions, the guy is probably the most handsome one he’d seen (since himself, but that doesn’t really count. He’s not that narcissistic as Iwa-chan claims him to be, thank you very much.)
The guy has an otherworldly silver hair that reflects the lights in all the good ways. A slim, angelic face and wide eyes that he’s yet to catch the color of. Oikawa watches as the guy looks around the coffee shop, and he feels like preening when a nod and a small impressed smile shows on the handsome face.
He’s so entranced by Mr. Refreshing that he doesn’t notice Kiyoko until she’s right in front of him, blocking the view.
“Oikawa-san?”
In his surprise, he accidentally swipes at the glasses by the counter- the ones he use to give the complimentary brew and one of them topples over and falls. Oikawa had been a second too late to catch it, and he almost gives it a lost cause, when instead of crashing into broken pieces on the floor, it magically stays suspended, a hairsbreadth away from its certain doom. He glances at Kiyoko and her outstretched hands, before he bends down to grab it and deposit it back into the safety of the counter.
“Thank you very much for that, Kiyoko-chan. Though that seemed very instinctual.”
“I guess you could say that. Yachi used to drop vials a lot when she gets flustered, and it has become second nature to not let them break,” Kiyoko explains mildly. “May I?” She motions at the glasses.
“Oh? The trek finally got to you, huh?”
Kiyoko’s lips quirked on one side. “It’s not for me, it’s for my companion.”
“Oh,” Oikawa swallows as Kiyoko’s companion finally steps up beside her, close enough for him to notice the light brown eyes and beauty mark under the left one.
“By the way, Oikawa-san, this is Sugawara. Sugawara-kun, this is Oikawa-san. He’s the owner of this coffee shop and the young potions master everyone’s been talking about.”
“Oh, Kiyoko-chan, you flatter me.” No really she is. She doesn’t usually say things like that to him, much less other people. It itched Oikawa to check his reflection on a nearby surface just to see if his hair is still glorious or if there isn’t anything on his face even though the praises she just sang didn’t have anything to do with his looks.
But anyway…“It’s nice to meet you, Suga-chan. Here you go,” he says, smiling at Sugawara as he slides the glass towards him.
Sugawara blinks at him, probably taken aback by the nickname. It soon passes as he gives Oikawa a polite smile. “Ah, it’s nice to meet you too, Oikawa-san. And thank you.”
He gets the glass and takes a tentative sip. Oikawa lights up in delight, when Sugawara’s expression turned to that of pleasantly surprised.
“This is really good!” It looks a lot like infused water, but of course, it’s more magical than it lets on. It’s one of the few mixtures Oikawa’s laced with a spell.
He gives Sugawara a blinding smile. “I’m glad you find it just as refreshing.”
Sugawara gives him a confused look, which he just dismisses with another smile.
“Anyway, I assume you’re here for business, Kiyoko-chan.” He readily holds out his hand and Kiyoko surely placed a rolled parchment.
“It’s not that urgent, so you don’t have to look at it now.” Oikawa nods, then puts it inside the drawer, making a mental note to retrieve it later.
“Does that mean you’ll stay longer then?” Kiyoko usually just drops off her order, and they usually make arrangements as to when it could possibly be done, but she never stays long enough to have a snack or drink.
Which doesn’t seem to be the case this time.
“Yes. Sugawara-kun and I are hoping to catch up. This seems like the perfect place for that.” Oikawa beams widely, ringing them up with the shops best seller in both the cakes and drinks front, assuring it will be with them soon, so they find a comfortable place to sit.
Oikawa finds himself humming as he plates the slices of cakes. And if he had put more whip cream on Suga-chan’s drink, he’s sure that Kiyoko wouldn’t mind and wouldn’t comment. She does give him a knowing look when he delivers it to their table, smiling widely at Sugawara as he placed the drink and cake in front of him.
Needless to say, Oikawa is glad for the slow day, because it gave him an excuse to keep watching the beautiful, new customer.
