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Their alarms went off at 5:45 in the morning; Suga’s being the mundane ringtone that was already pre-set when he got his phone since, if he had to abhor any sound, it definitely wasn’t going to be a song he actually liked, and Oikawa’s being Taylor Swift’s entire discography.
Suga reached over and silenced his phone, pulling it in front of his face and wincing at the barrage of light burning his eyes. Already, he could hear Oikawa singing along to Taylor Swift, not even bothering to turn the alarm off—as usual. He scrolled through his notifications quickly before dropping his phone onto his mattress and pathetically pulling himself up at the same moment Oikawa swung the door open, flooding his room with the orange light from the hallway.
“5:50,” he announced, slamming his hand against the light switch to force Suga out of the dark. “Let’s go, move it poster-boy! Your hair is a mess.”
“Your face is a mess,” Suga grumbled under his breath, rubbing his eyes before forcing himself to get up. He stood with his arms stretched over his head, wringing out his spine and defrosting his shoulders like he hadn’t moved in five years. He tilted his head from side to side, gently cracking his neck and finally blinking himself awake. At that same moment, Taylor Swift’s album transferred from Oikawa’s phone speaker to the small portable they had on their kitchen counter, further pissing off all their neighbors.
“You played ‘ The Man’ yesterday morning!” Suga called out, padding barefoot out of his room and into the bathroom where Oikawa was already stepping into the shower. Instead of responding to that comment, Oikawa just turned the volume up (from inside the shower) and sang along even louder. Suga rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel from the wrack behind him and setting it over the edge of the counter. He held it there with his hips, turning the faucet to fill the sink with cold water so he could dunk his head underneath and soak his hair. It was refreshing and also brutal, but it did the job of waking him up completely. He pulled his head back, letting the water spill over the nap of his neck and down his chin onto the towel he had set up underneath him. He pulled it up, patting the excess water out of his hair just as Style came on. Of course, Oikawa’s singing became somehow even more painful to listen to.
Suga only dried his hair with the towel enough for it to be considered damp before Oikawa shut the water off in the shower, stepping out without a care in the world and reaching for the towel that Suga had already soaked. He laughed, saying “oops” unapologetically and tossing it at his roommate.
“‘Oops’ my ass!” Oikawa replied, taking the towel anyway and wrapping it around his hips. He walked over to the counter, nudging Suga out of his way and immediately grabbing the hair dryer, as if it would do anything with his hair still literally dripping all over the goddamn floor.
“I’m not cleaning that up,” Suga warned him, reaching around Oikawa to grab his hairbrush so he could style the disaster that was his hair.
“ ‘Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes’ ,” Oikawa sung (screamed) in his ear, turning on the hair dryer and blocking out the actual music playing from the speaker, yet thankfully Oikawa knew every word to every single Taylor Swift song in existence, so Suga wasn’t missing out on any of it. He swayed his hips as he practically stuck the blow dryer against his scalp, waving it around his hair on the highest possible setting. “ ‘And I got that red lip classic thing that you like!’ ”
Suga shook his head, nodding his head along regardless while he grabbed the hairspray from the corner of the counter, gently dousing his head in it.
He was already half-way dressed when Oikawa finished drying his hair, never mind the extra twenty minutes it was going to take to style it. “6:15!” Suga called out, pulling his old and deteriorating watch over his wrist and fastening the clasp.
“Yeah, yeah! Don’t rush my perfection, Suga!”
“I’m not showing up late to work because of your perfection, ” Suga called back, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves to straighten them out. He took a step back, looking himself over in the mirror to check for flaws or imperfections in his attire. Black dress pants, an off-white cream-colored collared shirt with the first two buttons undone, and a brown suit-jacket hung over his forearm. He nodded, holding his wrist up to check the time once more. 6:17.
“If you’re always going to take this long to do your damn hair, wake up earlier!” Suga said, making his way back to the bathroom where Oikawa was ironing the natural-looking-but-not-at-all-natural curls into his hair. He nudged Oikawa to the side, giving himself room at the counter so he could brush his teeth. “You’re not even dressed yet. Fuck, Oikawa. If you’re not ready by 6:30, I’m leaving without you.”
“You say this every single morning, and yet miraculously , I always make it out the door with you!” Oikawa reminded him, taking his sweet time adding another curl. Suga spat his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, rinsing his mouth with water while Oikawa took another whole minute to admire his work in the mirror and fluff up his hair uselessly.
“ Oikawa. ”
“You’re such a nag. I’m going, I’m going!” he grumbled, unplugging the hair iron and sliding past Suga to get out of the bathroom. Suga leaned over the counter, checking over his appearance one last time. His ashy-gray hair was swept back away from his forehead, giving him a false air of superiority and official-ness. His skin could have been a bit better, but that was his own fault for slacking on his skincare routine lately. Whatever, too late to do anything about it now.
Suga doused himself in a reasonable amount of cologne while Tooru ran back to their room, rushing to get dressed so he didn’t show up to work with perfect hair in nothing but boxers and a Koopa-Troopa t-shirt.
As usual, Suga had the last few minutes of their routine to relax. He pulled his shoes on, scrolled through a few more notifications on his phone, quickly looked through his email to make note of anything important, and took a ceremonial selfie because he looked hot and Oikawa could have been in it with him if he was ever ready five seconds before they had to be out the door.
“Okay! Let’s go!” Oikawa shouted, toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth as he ran down the hall, skidding around the corner to grab his shoes while still somehow managing to thoroughly brush his teeth. Suga rolled his eyes and checked the time on his watch again. 6:28.
“Two minutes to spare? Impressive,” Suga commended. Oikawa pulled his shoes over his heels and spit into the kitchen sink, rinsing his brush off and leaving it on the counter instead of putting it back where it belonged.
“Shut the fuck up,” Oikawa said, grabbing his phone and finally shutting off the Taylor Swift music. Suga grabbed both of their umbrellas from beside the door, tossing Oikawa his before reaching for the car keys on their hook. On their way out the door, Suga held out his free hand in a fist. Oikawa did the same thing.
“Rock, paper, scissors,” they both chanted, dropping their fists to reveal Oikawa’s paper and Suga’s rock.
“Thank god, because I still have to do my makeup,” Oikawa said with a winning smirk, opening his umbrella with a dramatic flourish and bounding off to the car. He skipped over the puddles covering their walkway like there was never a chance of him stepping in them to begin with.
Suga rolled his eyes and opened his own umbrella, stepping out underneath the cloudy gray sky while listening to the unattractive sound of the rain quietly thumping against it. Usually rain wasn’t so bad to listen to, but when Suga had to keep himself dry and presentable for work it was quite the pain in the ass.
Suga got into the driver’s seat, umbrella tossed in the back seat carelessly with Oikawa’s. Of course, the second the car was started, the bluetooth connected to Oikawa’s phone and Taylor Swift resumed, and Oikawa laid back in his seat with an eyeshadow pallet in his lap and a brush in his hand without even a shred of intention to change it.
“You don’t even have any events today,” Suga stated confidently while pulling out of their driveway. He knew that for a fact because he was the one who scheduled most of the big events Oikawa had any business attending as the company’s social media manager.
“Okay? And? I can’t look sexy just because I want to?”
“You have an office job, Oikawa.”
“An office job where I could see Iwa-chan at any moment, which means I need to look my sexiest at all times. Come on, you know this Suga.” Suga rolled his eyes. “One day, he’ll realize how fuckable I am.”
“This isn’t just some attainable office romance trope,” Suga pointed out. “You’re thirsting after our CMO.”
“Anything is possible, Suga-chan. Don’t doubt my skills.”
Suga snorted, but didn’t make any further comments. He didn’t want to break Oikawa’s spirit by pointing out that Iwaizumi Hajime, their company’s CMO, clearly wasn’t, and probably never would be, interested in hooking up with Oikawa. Especially with the way Oikawa annoyed him at work. Seriously, if it had even gotten to the point where Suga heard Iwaizumi complain about Oikawa to their CEO (he had), then Oikawa was a lost cause at this point.
In his defense, Suga had told Oikawa to tone it down. Several times, in fact. But every attempt to get Oikawa to cool his shit around their CMO had resulted with Iwaizumi nursing a headache in their CEO’s office, so Suga had all but given up. Let Oikawa dig his own grave and lay in it if that was what he really wanted.
Suga parked on the side of the street in front of Seijoh Café, turning to Oikawa with narrowed eyes, finding him only halfway done with his makeup. “Yeah, yeah,” Oikawa waved off without having to be told, closing the pallet with only one eye made up with subtle eyeshadow and just a little bit of glitter. He put the makeup down in his seat and opened the door with a sigh, reaching out to test the rain quickly with his hand before deciding it wasn’t enough to warrant him reaching all the way into the back seat for his umbrella and running outside toward the café. Suga ran after him, hoping the small reprieve from the rain lasted at least until they got back into their car.
The bell above the door jingled when they ran inside, alerting the baristas to their presence. Instantly, Yamaguchi was at the side of the counter, placing a cardboard carrier of cups on the counter beside two small paper bags. As always, seeing their regular barista was the highlight of Suga’s morning routine. “One iced americano with extra sugar, one French vanilla swirl coffee with oat milk and extra sugar, one regular coffee with honey, and two breakfast sandwiches,” he listed off completely from memory, arms propped up on the counter with a proud smile as the two boys ran up to the counter, Suga grabbing the coffees and Oikawa grabbing their breakfasts.
“Thanks, Yamaguchi. You’re the best!” Suga told him while Oikawa grabbed Suga’s wallet from his back pocket, pulling out the money their CEO specifically gave him to pick up coffee every morning. He placed the exact amount down on the counter without having to be told the price because it was the same every single day.
“See you tomorrow!” Yamaguchi said with a wave.
“As always,” Suga laughed, carrying the coffees back out to their car. Oikawa got in first, tossing their sandwiches in the cupholders in the center console so he could take the coffees in his lap while Suga drove.
“If you get makeup in Mr. Sawamura’s coffee, I swear to God-” Suga grumbled as he started the car and buckled his seatbelt again.
“Fuck off, I’m not gonna ruin your boss’s precious honey coffee,” Oikawa bit back, taking the extra napkins in the car and placing them over the lids of the drinks so he could finish his makeup without worrying about it.
“And don’t spill them.”
“Have I ever spilled them before?!”
“There was that one time that you almost-”
“Almost! Suga, the keyword is almost! Shut the fuck up and drive so I can finish making myself sexy for Iwa-chan.”
Suga multitasked for the rest of their short drive to the company building, scoffing his breakfast sandwich down like it was going to be his last meal while also keeping his eyes on the road and driving like someone who was deserving of their license (unlike some people when they drove). Oikawa, on the other hand, switched between holding the tray of coffees when going around corners, doing his makeup, eating his breakfast, and checking his phone like he didn’t have a single care in the world.
When Suga finally pulled into the office’s parking garage, the first thing he did after stepping out of the car was dust the crumbs off his shirt to make sure Mr. Sawamura couldn’t tell that he’d eaten breakfast during the car ride over. Oikawa handed the tray of drinks off to him and did the same thing, giving his makeup one last once-over in the side mirror before straightening his clothes and leading the way into the office. And just like that, they almost looked like respectable adults who belonged in an office setting.
One step through the door, Oikawa took his French vanilla atrocity from the carrier and sipped at it victoriously. “I’m off to seduce my boss,” he said, not quiet enough for Suga’s liking. He was truly embarrassed to be friends with Oikawa sometimes. Then again, it wasn’t like the entire office didn’t already know.
“If I have to hear Iwaizumi complain about you again, I’m putting you on a leash,” Suga warned.
“Ooo~ okay, Suga-chan.”
Suga rolled his eyes, waving goodbye to Oikawa as they went their separate ways, Oikawa to the marketing department and Suga to the CEO’s office.
“Good morning, Sugawara!” Yachi greeted from the festively decorated front desk, smiling at him like the literal sun. It was a sad attempt at livening up the office for the holiday, but considering Halloween was more of an American holiday, the decorations were mediocre at best. But whatever made Yachi happy.
“Good morning, Yachi” he returned sweetly. “Congrats on your new relationship with that reporter girl. Kiyoko, was it?” Yachi ducked her head and blushed. Suga couldn’t help but think the reaction was adorable. “I saw you post about it,” he admitted with a smile. “You guys look good together.”
“Tha- thanks, Sugawara.”
“Have a good morning, Yachi,” he finished, passing the front desk easily with a smile on his face. He followed this routine throughout the entire building, saying hello to everyone he knew or whoever said hi to him first, bowing his head at anyone with a high enough status to warrant it, and keeping his professional smile on at all times. One long trip up the elevator later, Suga finally came to the CEO’s office with a shiny nameplate stuck to the wall outside that read ‘Sawamura Daichi’. Suga smiled while readjusting the coffees in his arms. He knocked lightly before just letting himself in.
He made sure to be quite since he could hear Mr. Sawamura ending a phone call when he entered, carrying the coffee over to the CEO’s desk without making a sound.
“Yes, have a good rest of your day,” Sawamura spoke into the phone, ending his call immediately before looking up and smiling at Suga.
“Good morning, Mr. Sawamura,” Suga greeted, pulling the honey coffee out of the tray and placing it on his desk.
“Good morning, Sugawara.”
Suga grabbed his own coffee as well, discarding the tray in Mr. Sawamura’s trash, right next to the trays from the past two days. He sipped at his own coffee contently as he walked around Mr. Sawamura’s desk. “You have a small meeting with the CFO at ten this morning, and an ‘informal’ meeting with Nohebi Inc at one thirty. I did try to arrange for an in-person, but they insisted on a virtual meeting for convenience. And you also have a meeting with the board around three.”
“Sounds good,” Sawamura said with a nod, reaching for his coffee to test the temperature. “Is there an agenda for my meeting with our CFO?”
“I can have one written up for you within the hour,” Suga assured him. “Oh, also, Iwaizumi wanted to talk to you at some point today about a marketing opportunity. I already gave my approval, but the final decision goes to you.”
“If you think it’s good, then just approve it,” Mr. Sawamura decided, sipping his coffee again once he decided it was cooled down enough to drink comfortably.
“You should still be informed about it,” Suga argued with a small quirk of his lips resulting from pride.
“Then have him type up a small report for me if it’s really necessary. You already gave your approval, right? That’s good enough for me.”
Suga shook his head with a smile, figuring this wasn’t something worth arguing that much for. He had to pick his battles with Sawamura, sometimes. “Very well. Don’t forget to email Ushijima back, either. I don’t like dealing with his incessant emailing when you don’t answer him within the day.”
Sawamura smiled and nodded. “You got it, Sugawara. Thank you for the coffee, by the way.”
“As always,” Suga replied with a small nod of his head, letting himself out of the office with the expectation that if Sawamura needed anything, he would either call him or walk ten feet down the hall to his office to get him.
Suga pushed open the door to his own quaint office, smiling at the small name plaque sitting at the front of his desk, all professional-like. ‘Sugawara Koushi - Assistant to the CEO’. It was a bit glorified, considering Suga’s actual job title was ‘personal assistant’ but he wasn’t going to argue against sounding a bit more fancy and professional.
Suga did work straight until lunch time, not even realizing it was time for lunch until Oikawa opened his office door without knocking and let himself in, dropping unceremoniously onto the small couch in the back corner that was supposed to be for guests, but Suga just ended up taking naps on it more often than not when he had breaks.
“Lunch time, already?” Suga asked without even looking up from his screen, still typing an email.
“Oi, Suga-chan. Less work, more paying attention to me,” Oikawa demanded. “Tell Daichi to stop working you like a dog.”
“Stop calling him by his given name,” Suga scolded, fixing a few spelling and grammatical errors before sending the email. “And Mr. Sawamura is very generous with the amount of work he gives me. Don’t be a pest.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes. “You should move over to the marketing department. Much more fun over there.”
Suga locked his computer before leaning back in his seat, raising a suspicious brow at Oikawa who just tossed him a sandwich from the small cafe they had downstairs. Suga caught it effortlessly. “And why would I want to go to marketing? So I can watch you make doe eyes at Iwaizumi all day?”
“He rolled up his sleeves today, Suga,” Oikawa practically moaned.
Suga rolled his eyes. “Like he does every day?”
“Not every day, Suga. Pay more attention.”
“Oh, sorry for not spending every waking moment of my life staring at our CMO’s arms.”
“Your loss, honestly,” Oikawa stated around a mouthful of food just as a knock sounded against his door.
Suga was quick to swallow the bite of food in his mouth. “Come in!”
Sawamura opened the door with a small smile, glancing at Oikawa who didn’t even bother sitting up straight like he was already expecting him to be there. “Good afternoon, Oikawa,” he greeted.
Oikawa lifted his hand as a casual greeting. “Sup.”
“Sorry,” Sawamura continued, walking up to Suga’s desk. “I didn’t realize you were on your lunch break.”
“No worries,” Suga assured him with a smile. Honestly, he would have just been fine eating while working most days if it weren’t for the fact that Oikawa forced him to take a step back from it to listen to him rant about Iwaizumi Hajime every. Single. Day.
“He’s been working tirelessly for you, Mr. Sawamura. Truly a saddening sight.”
“You, shut it,” Suga scolded, glancing around his boss to give Oikawa a look. Oikawa just shrugged and returned to his sandwich. “Ignore him,” he said to Sawamura. “What do you need?”
“It can wait until after you’ve eaten,” Sawamura assured him.
Suga shook his head. “I really don’t mind.”
“I mind,” Oikawa spoke up.
“I will kick you out of my office.”
Oikawa snorted. “Right, okay.”
“The documents I need for my meeting with Nohebi. I have no idea where they are,” Sawamura caved, knowing that if he tried to leave without telling Suga what he wanted, Suga would just follow him out of his office and continue to pester him.
Suga nodded, opening his computer back up to pull up the exact files his boss was looking for. “Did you lose the original physical copies or the pdfs on your computer?”
“I had physical copies already?” Sawamura asked, furrowing his brows.
Suga smiled. “Yes, but no worries, we can just make new ones. I’ll email the pdfs to you so you can save them again. Make sure to put them in the folder with all the rest of the Nohebi stuff.”
“I swear that’s what I did the first time,” Sawamura insisted.
“Right, of course. And that’s why you can’t find them,” Suga teased, printing the documents again and sending the email containing the pdf to Sawamura. “All set. I just printed them to your office.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Sugawara. Thank you,” Sawamura complimented, no more embellished than usual. “I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow as an apology for interrupting you today.”
That was entirely unnecessary considering Suga hadn’t even paid for his own food today, but… “Well, I can never say no to free food. Thank you, Mr. Sawamura.” His boss was a rich CEO, so the man could afford to buy him lunch… again. Suga didn’t really feel bad about it. Never had, and probably never would, no matter how many times Sawamura bought him food to bribe him into enjoying his job.
And, of course, Sawamura smiled at the familiar phrase, already having known Suga would accept the food. That was their routine.
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“That board meeting was exhausting,” Sawamura complained, stretching his arms above his head while Suga locked the door to his office for the night. Suga agreed, but thought it somewhat unprofessional to actively participate in the complaining. But seriously, what kind of board meeting ran for two hours?!
“At least there won’t be another one until next month,” Suga pointed out, gesturing for Sawamura to lead the way out of the building now that both of their offices were locked.
“Oh yay, we get to do that again in only a month? I can’t wait!” Sawamura commented sarcastically, stepping into the elevator. Suga followed after him, pressing the button for the main floor.
Suga smiled sympathetically. “If you’d like, I can prepare an itinerary for the next one, and you can take over leading the meeting. That way it probably won’t drag for two hours.”
“Sugawara, this company would fall apart at the seams without you.”
Suga laughed at the compliment. “That was dramatic.”
“No, it really wasn’t.”
“I don’t do anything for the company,” Suga reminded him. “My job consists of making sure you can do your job.”
“And the company would fall apart if I was left to my own devices,” Sawamura pointed out. “Therefore…”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Fine. Thank you.”
Sawamura chuckled warmly. “Do you and Oikawa have any plans for tonight?” he asked, giving Suga the reprieve of changing the subject as the elevator doors opened. “It is Halloween.”
Suga shrugged. “Just a scary movie marathon with enough popcorn to give us both stomach aches,” he said. “What about you? Are you and Iwaizumi doing anything?”
Mr. Sawamura shrugged, opening the door and holding it for Suga. “Candy induced stomach aches,” he admitted. “So it seems like we both had similar ideas.”
“I refuse to give Oikawa candy,” Suga confessed as they entered the parking garage. “He’s energetic enough as it is.”
“Hey! Are you shit talking me to our CEO?” Oikawa asked from where he was leaning against their car, gaping in offense at both of them.
“Nope. Not at all,” Sawamura lied with a smile. He turned to Suga. “Have a good rest of your night, Sugawara. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Good night, Mr. Sawamura,” Suga replied, holding up his fist to Oikawa for a round of rock paper scissors to decide who would drive home. Oikawa won again, meaning Suga was once again driving. He slipped back into the driver’s seat habitually, because honestly Oikawa had way too much luck when it came to a chance game like rock paper scissors, and somehow Suga ended up driving more often than not.
“So…” Oikawa started as Suga pulled out of the parking space. “What did you tell Daichi our plans were for Halloween?”
“Don’t call him by his given name,” Suga scolded again, still bothered despite knowing Oikawa had a terrible habit of doing that. “I told him we were going to have a scary movie marathon and eat popcorn until we were sick. I’d ask what your excuse to Iwaizumi was, but I doubt he even asked.”
“Okay, that was fucking rude. You’re right, he didn’t ask, but you didn’t have to point that out!”
“Whatever,” Suga said with a smirk. “Let’s just get back so we can get dressed up and get to Kuroo and Kenma’s party on time. And maybe we can even get you laid so you stop wishing on someone who isn’t interested.”
“You’re so mean, Suga-chan.”
“Boo-hoo. And buckle your fucking seatbelt.”
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“Suga, next time Kenma’s fuckass boyfriend picks the party theme, I’m castrating him!” Oikawa nearly screamed from the bathroom in frustration while Suga did his hair with a small handheld mirror set up on their kitchen counter, because Oikawa was quite literally hogging the entire bathroom.
“It’s a good theme, though?” Suga questioned, unsure of why exactly Oikawa would have such a problem with it now, despite knowing the theme since two months ago
“Who the fuck throws a masquerade Halloween party?!”
Suga rolled his eyes. “It was a good idea. It’ll be fun and different. Plus, everyone knows more scandalous things happen when you have no idea who you’re with.”
“Scandalous things would happen regardless since this is gonna be a huge party and we won’t know anyone but Kuroo and Kenma,” Oikawa pointed out. “But now the scandalous acts will be reduced by half because my beautiful face has to be covered up.”
“I’m sure you’ll live,” Suga deadpanned, doing his best to spread the pink hair color around his hair and praying it would wash out before tomorrow because he would have an awfully terrible time trying to explain pink hair to Sawamura after lying about their plans for the night. In his defense, he didn’t really want to tell his boss they were going to a party to get drunk and laid. As familiar and comfortable as he was with Sawamura, that was a bit… too comfortable.
After washing his hands clean from the spray, Suga grabbed his kitsune mask and pulled it over his face. He walked over to the bathroom, actually surprised by how well he could see with the mask on. He stood in the doorway, looking at himself in the mirror over Oikawa’s shoulder.
“This is pretty good, don’t you think?” Suga asked, turning to see all his angels. He was wearing black booty shorts, a green and yellow geometric crop top, and a white haori over it all. “It’s giving slutty Sabito, right?”
“It is, and you look sexy. You’d be even sexier without the mask, though,” Oikawa continued to whine. Suga pulled his mask off again, narrowing his eyes at Oikawa who was dressed similarly. He was wearing a demon slayer uniform top that he made into a crop top and a black and white skirt because of course Oikawa had to go the extra mile. And Suga knew exactly how little undergarments he would be wearing under that skirt. Oikawa looked a bit different with the black temporary coloring in his hair, but it was attractive, at least.
“Stop whining. We both look sexy, and if you take any longer, we’re gonna be late.”
“Ugh, whatever,” Oikawa groaned, grabbing his mask from the counter and his split-patterned haori from the hook on the wall. “Let’s go, then. If I don’t leave this party with the most amazing head I’ve ever had in my life, you’re going to have to listen to my complaining all night.”
“Crude, but expected.”
They got out to their car after another round of rock paper scissors (Suga lost, as expected) and Oikawa pulled down the visor to continue fussing about his appearance in the mirror. “Do you think if Iwaizumi was at this party, hypothetically, he would think I’m sexy?”
“Since he wouldn’t know who you are? Sure,” Suga agreed as he started driving.
“I wish Iwaizumi and Daichi-”
“ Oikawa.”
“ Sawamura, ” Oikawa corrected, “were the partying type.”
“ Why the hell would you wish that?!” Suga asked, appalled. “Maybe you could show your face in front of Iwaizumi looking like this, but that’s because you’re trying to get him in your pants. If Mr. Sawamura ever saw me like this, I’d never be able to show my face again.”
“Oh come on, Suga. You and I both know if he was at a party like this, he’d be drooling over you.”
“First of all,” Suga began to lecture, watching Oikawa roll his eyes, “Mr. Sawamura is my boss, so I’m not discussing this with you. Second off all, where did you- why would you even come to that conclusion? What, did me printing papers for him make you think there was something going on between us? And third of all, don’t project your office romance fantasy with Iwaizumi onto me and Mr. Sawamura, because now I’m going to walk into the office tomorrow and think about it against my will, and then I’m going to hate myself.”
“Or you’ll find some hunk of a dude to make out with tonight and you won’t even remember this conversation happened,” Oikawa suggested with a shrug. “Like… someone decently ripped and maybe a little tan with short hair and soft hands, because I know that’s your type. And even though I totally just described our CEO, I definitely wasn’t talking about him.”
“Fuck off, Oikawa. Why do you know what Mr. Sawamura’s hands feel like?”
“I don’t. That was a total guess. But you didn’t deny it, so I was totally right.”
Suga sighed, sinking down in his seat while he continued driving. “If you bring up my boss one more time tonight, I’m going to slip laxatives into your coffee tomorrow.”
“Ew, fine. I won’t,” Oikawa agreed with a shiver of disgust. “You win, don’t do that to me.”
Suga raised his chin, smirking to himself proudly. “Perfect. Now, let’s go over the rules for this again.”
Oikawa whined, sulking in his seat. “Sugggaaaaaaa!”
“No excessive drinking,” Suga recounted. “I told a certain boss we were having a movie night, so if either of us show up hungover, he’s gonna know we lied. And I quite like having my boss’ trust.” Oikawa saluted him lazily. “And we leave by one at the latest, because I’m not pulling an all-nighter, either.”
“Yes, mom.”
“Great. Now, let’s go get some dick and forget about boring office jobs and CMOs with their sleeves rolled up for the night.”
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The party was… huge. The crowd of people Kuroo had managed to gather was actually impressive, and of course, despite it also being Kenma’s house, the boy was nowhere to be found. Crowds of people in masks packed into the house, dancing and lifting up their masks to take shots or just foregoing them altogether since they were too busy making out with strangers. Loud Halloween themed music blasted from inside the house, and Suga already knew both he and Oikawa would likely break the first rule.
“How the fuck are we supposed to find Kuroo?” Oikawa asked, taking a look around.
Suga shrugged. “We don’t? I don’t know about you, but I’m making a B-line for the alcohol.”
And so that was exactly what they did. They got separated a few times throughout the night—Suga getting dragged away by groups of girls he was just genuinely having good conversations with and Oikawa dancing with every gay man in sight, but being as picky as usual and not actually hooking up with any of them. The two of them danced together at some point as well, laughing without a care as they drank more and loosened up. A few times throughout the night, he could have sworn he heard familiar voices, so maybe Kuroo and Kenma were around enjoying the party, but Suga didn’t bother seeking them out.
It was all just to warm themselves up for the actual activity of the night which Kuroo had told them about weeks ago: spin the bottle. A perfect excuse for Suga to get exactly what he wanted without having to actually put any effort into it. And of course, Oikawa was all over it, too. Oikawa dragged him over to the group, sitting him down at the circle with about twenty other people, all dressed up in masks and elaborately revealing costumes.
Suga didn’t spin or get picked for the first five rounds, but that was fine. He was having fun laughing with strangers around the circle and taking a drink here and there. He was still reasonably sober, so it was fine. Just tipsy enough to get locked in a closet with someone he didn’t know.
By the time it was Suga’s turn to spin the empty bottle, he had way too much unwarranted confidence. He smirked underneath his mask and wrapped his fingers around the bottle seductively, just to tease the group because what was the fun in being boring? He spun it, watching it turn round and round until it finally came to a stop, pointing across the circle at one hell of a fine man dressed in a sexy cop outfit that was also covered in fake blood with a serial-killer type mask. And it wasn’t like Suga hadn’t taken the liberty of checking him out before now, because he definitely had, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. But holy shit the bottle had actually landed on the hot guy with muscles to die for.
Oikawa slapped him on the back in celebration, handing him one last shot which he slipped underneath his mask to take before standing up, walking across the circle of people and holding his hand out for the hot dude he was practically drooling over at this point. Everyone else hooted and hollered while the guy took his hand and stood up, and the two were led to some emptied out hall closet, door closing behind them and drenching them in darkness.
Instantly, soft hands travelled up his shoulders, fingers slipping under the string keeping his mask in place and lifting it, discarding it somewhere Suga didn’t give a fuck. Suga did the same, one hand on the man’s arm (seriously, what the fuck ?!) and another reaching up to pull the mask away.
Not a single word was exchanged. The second the masks were off, the man’s lips were on his and holy fuck he was a good kisser. He held onto Suga’s waist in a way that had his entire body feeling the effects, and he leaned into him like he was trapping him in a corner, but in the sense that Suga was totally into it. Suga wrapped his hands around the man’s neck and shoulders, gasping into his mouth as the man kissed him more deeply. And honestly, Suga could have gone on like that for the entire duration of their turn in the closet. Kissing this man was an experience, and Suga couldn’t get enough of it.
His hands were rough but gentle on his waist, pulling him around but not hurting him. And every sound the man made was putting Suga on a high. His voice was deep and sexy and god, Suga wanted to know what he sounded like in bed.
But then the man licked his lips and Suga caved first, moaning into the kiss, and well that must have sounded like the perfect invitation, because next thing he knew, Suga’s back was pressed up against the wall and the man’s thigh was between his legs. And holy shit, that was sexy. His thigh was all muscle, and Suga could feel it, and you know what? Fuck it. He was in a closet with a stranger he was never going to have to see again after tonight, so realistically, there were no consequences to his actions.
Suga pulled himself up with his arms around the man’s neck, biting gently at his lip while rolling his hips forward, and the groan the man let out at that movement had Suga falling apart. He felt it against his mouth and the sound went right to his dick. He smirked into the kiss, rolling his hips against the man’s thigh again, chasing his own high. The next time he rolled his hips forward, the man pushed his thigh higher too, and Suga wasn’t ashamed of the sound that came from his lips. It was instantly swallowed by their kiss anyway.
The man’s grip on his waist tightened, lifting him higher onto his thigh, and Suga groaned at the contact. And honestly, that was hot as fuck. Suga dropped one of his arms unashamedly, letting his hand travel across the man’s exposed abdomen while he continued to grind against his thigh.
And shit, usually it took more to get Suga to the point where he was actually getting off, but every single thing this man did had Suga hot and bothered. Maybe he should have been embarrassed, but with everything happening, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
One of the man’s hands slipped up Suga’s shirt as well, pulling him closer so they were chest to chest while Suga was still feeling him up, hand on his pecs. He rolled his hips forward, too, pushing Suga’s back against the wall again, except this time his shoulder slammed into the light switch, dousing the room in light.
Suga blinked from the sudden onslaught, looking up at the man he was literally still grinding on just out of curiosity. Their eyes met, and instantly, Suga’s breath caught in his throat like he was physically incapable of breathing. His entire body froze, eyes wide, and mouth dry. His hand was still up his shirt and his erection was pressed against his thigh, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.
Every hair on the back of Suga’s neck stood straight up as pure fear filled every cell in his body.
“Mr. Sawamura…”