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sportsclub2015-07-24 07:09 pm
wingspiker) wrote in sportsclub2015-07-24 07:09 pm
you've been gone for a while.
[ for a summer's night, the air was rather chilly. iwaizumi wished he hadn't second guessed a coat, but the day had been so warm, he hadn't bothered. a cigarette hanging from his lips, he listened as a train parted from the station he'd just walked out of, from behind.
inner tokyo.
bright and fluid. loud. even for a weeknight. there wasn't much of a hustle now that it was after hours, but this was nothing like his place of residence. his apartment shared a street with a large community park -- the most sound he heard at night were teenagers out too late or a motorbike here and there.
iwaizumi had debated on doing this on the weekend--there were more people and less of a chance of being noticed; known. he felt he'd come out far enough tonight, however. the city was littered with enough alleyways and side streets that he could lose himself and reality all in one go.
it was his plan, anyway.
the fact that he was even doing this, caused the male to clench his jaw. the cigarette at his lips cocked upwards, fishing for his lighter, he lit it, took a long drag and began to walk again. he sighed as he exhaled, watching the smoke linger, then dissipate.
this is stupid, iwaizumi thought. so, utterly fucking stupid. his pride had been wounded. and while he could usually take a jab or two, he felt as if he had to acquire something. do this something, to get his coworker's teasing off his back about it. what would he bring them as proof? a napkin maybe. or if he was lucky, a phone number.
that made him laugh out loud, short and quiet and to himself. stupid. ]
getting ahead of yourself, hajime.
[ the man mumbled under his breath, taking another drag from his cigarette.
host clubs.
they weren't his thing. he'd been to one before, but could barely recall. a bachelor party of sorts for a coworker he wasn't even close to; who no longer worked in his department. he hadn't stayed long, anyway. he never bothered to return.
not until tonight, anyway.
the club was a short walk from the station. down a few streets or so. iwaizumi knew the area rather well, though it had been a while since he'd come here. when he first moved to tokyo, there was a very good ramen shop just a few blocks down. his mouth watered at the memory.
another drag of his cigarette.
it wasn't as flashy as some places but it was very distinctively a host club. there was a younger man outside--yakuza, iwaizumi knew immediately. he could feel his badge burn against his thigh. he always carried it with him, even off the clock. giving the male a curt nod, he killed his cigarette and flicked it aside. iwaizumi let himself inside, swallowed by the darkness of its entrance and immediately drawn to the rapt of chatter and clinks of glasses that melded with the subtle melody of music all around.
as long as no one was causing trouble, he didn't care. he wasn't here to flaunt his personal life, regardless. he was here to spend a few hours, buy a few drinks, get some sort of evidence that he had actually cut from his usual nightly routine to do this and finally shut his colleagues up. for good.
'welcome, sir. do you have a reservation or a party to join?' a young male with partially black, partially blond hair asked him with no real excitement, though not rudely.
no, he was here alone.
'we do offer open tables during the week, let me take you to one.' the young man slipped off his stool, carrying a clipboard, reciting something over his small earpiece as he walked iwaizumi further into the club. there was an abundance of cigarette smoke stagnant in the air, yet no smell of the bitterness that usually lingered with it.
the short, slim male held an arm out, directing him to the small booth he was being given, asking him to please enjoy himself and that someone would come by to take his first order very soon. iwaizumi gave him a small nod of thanks before stepping down the few steps and sliding into place.
he could do this.
still adjusting himself--sitting up, forward and then trying to relax, three men walked to the end of his booth, all bowing in unison. 'welcome!' they all said at the same time, catching iwaizumi off guard a bit while he was fixing the back of his shirt that suddenly felt too tight against his hips. ] ah--hello.
[ iwaizumi looked up then to take in the employees. one very tall male with a chop of black hair nearly covering an eye. a shorter male with a simple, silver cut of hair and--no fucking way. his eyes widened with surprise. ]
oikawa?
[ 'aw man, looks like tooru gets another one tonight.' the dark-haired male complained cutely, already giving up. the small silver one on the other hand, offering his services if they were needed with another quick bow before the two both fluttered off. but iwaizumi had already stopped listening to either of them, eyes boring into the other male who had completed the trio of greetings.
oikawa fucking tooru. ]
inner tokyo.
bright and fluid. loud. even for a weeknight. there wasn't much of a hustle now that it was after hours, but this was nothing like his place of residence. his apartment shared a street with a large community park -- the most sound he heard at night were teenagers out too late or a motorbike here and there.
iwaizumi had debated on doing this on the weekend--there were more people and less of a chance of being noticed; known. he felt he'd come out far enough tonight, however. the city was littered with enough alleyways and side streets that he could lose himself and reality all in one go.
it was his plan, anyway.
the fact that he was even doing this, caused the male to clench his jaw. the cigarette at his lips cocked upwards, fishing for his lighter, he lit it, took a long drag and began to walk again. he sighed as he exhaled, watching the smoke linger, then dissipate.
this is stupid, iwaizumi thought. so, utterly fucking stupid. his pride had been wounded. and while he could usually take a jab or two, he felt as if he had to acquire something. do this something, to get his coworker's teasing off his back about it. what would he bring them as proof? a napkin maybe. or if he was lucky, a phone number.
that made him laugh out loud, short and quiet and to himself. stupid. ]
getting ahead of yourself, hajime.
[ the man mumbled under his breath, taking another drag from his cigarette.
host clubs.
they weren't his thing. he'd been to one before, but could barely recall. a bachelor party of sorts for a coworker he wasn't even close to; who no longer worked in his department. he hadn't stayed long, anyway. he never bothered to return.
not until tonight, anyway.
the club was a short walk from the station. down a few streets or so. iwaizumi knew the area rather well, though it had been a while since he'd come here. when he first moved to tokyo, there was a very good ramen shop just a few blocks down. his mouth watered at the memory.
another drag of his cigarette.
it wasn't as flashy as some places but it was very distinctively a host club. there was a younger man outside--yakuza, iwaizumi knew immediately. he could feel his badge burn against his thigh. he always carried it with him, even off the clock. giving the male a curt nod, he killed his cigarette and flicked it aside. iwaizumi let himself inside, swallowed by the darkness of its entrance and immediately drawn to the rapt of chatter and clinks of glasses that melded with the subtle melody of music all around.
as long as no one was causing trouble, he didn't care. he wasn't here to flaunt his personal life, regardless. he was here to spend a few hours, buy a few drinks, get some sort of evidence that he had actually cut from his usual nightly routine to do this and finally shut his colleagues up. for good.
'welcome, sir. do you have a reservation or a party to join?' a young male with partially black, partially blond hair asked him with no real excitement, though not rudely.
no, he was here alone.
'we do offer open tables during the week, let me take you to one.' the young man slipped off his stool, carrying a clipboard, reciting something over his small earpiece as he walked iwaizumi further into the club. there was an abundance of cigarette smoke stagnant in the air, yet no smell of the bitterness that usually lingered with it.
the short, slim male held an arm out, directing him to the small booth he was being given, asking him to please enjoy himself and that someone would come by to take his first order very soon. iwaizumi gave him a small nod of thanks before stepping down the few steps and sliding into place.
he could do this.
still adjusting himself--sitting up, forward and then trying to relax, three men walked to the end of his booth, all bowing in unison. 'welcome!' they all said at the same time, catching iwaizumi off guard a bit while he was fixing the back of his shirt that suddenly felt too tight against his hips. ] ah--hello.
[ iwaizumi looked up then to take in the employees. one very tall male with a chop of black hair nearly covering an eye. a shorter male with a simple, silver cut of hair and--no fucking way. his eyes widened with surprise. ]
oikawa?
[ 'aw man, looks like tooru gets another one tonight.' the dark-haired male complained cutely, already giving up. the small silver one on the other hand, offering his services if they were needed with another quick bow before the two both fluttered off. but iwaizumi had already stopped listening to either of them, eyes boring into the other male who had completed the trio of greetings.
oikawa fucking tooru. ]