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“Are you nervous?” Iwaizumi asked as he glanced up at their newest transfer. He resisted the urge to scowl at the man for towering over him since it wasn’t really his fault.
“Um, no, should I be?” Asahi responded, jerking his head toward Iwaizumi.
“No, I mean, this isn’t Miyagi. Working as a cop in the city takes some getting used to.”
“Oh, right. There’s probably a lot more crime, and drugs... and death,” Asahi said as his eyes grew wide, staring at the floor ahead of them. Iwaizumi snorted and clapped him on the back.
“I didn’t ask you that to freak you out. You’ll be fine! Besides, I think you’re really going to like your partner. He’s rather rambunctious, but he has a way of lifting everyone’s spirits. I’m sure you’ll do just fine together.”
“Good,” Asahi sighed, feeling a slight relief. He already missed having Daichi as a partner, but he stayed back in Miyagi and was settled in his life there. They had developed a deep level of trust between them since they had been friends since their first year of high school. It was hard giving that up, but knowing his new partner was a good guy eased the ache in his chest.
They wandered through the station looking for his new partner, but no one seemed to know where he was.
“Iwaizumi!” A voice shouted behind them as Iwaizumi looked like he was going to blow a blood vessel in his head.
“Ah, Shirofuku. What’s up?” Iwaizumi said, giving a nod to the redhead coming toward them with a playful smirk on her lips.
“I hear you’re looking for Bokuto? He was in the training room, but I think he’s finished so he’s probably in the locker room.”
“Finally. Thanks! Speaking of the training room, we expect our officers to keep in peak physical condition. Though, I don’t think I need to tell you that, you look like you keep yourself in good shape,” Iwaizumi said as he flicked his eyes up and down Asahi’s frame before heading down a flight of stairs.
“Um, yeah, I work out regularly.”
“We don’t require you to work out with your partner, but we encourage it. It helps build a bond.”
“I agree, I always worked out with my last partner. He could be a bit of a slave driver,” Asahi chuckled, imagining Daichi’s stern gaze if he didn’t think he was lifting enough weight or slacking off in any way.
They took a quick glance around the training room, but there were only a couple people left so Iwaizumi sighed and turned toward the locker room. When they opened the door, they were hit in the face with a blast of hot, humid air pungent with the smell of sweat mixed with mildew.
“Ugh, sorry. You’ll get used to that. Bokuto!” Iwaizumi shouted, his sharp voice ricocheting off the metal lockers like a rubber bullet.
“Hey, hey, hey! Is that Iwaizumi? I’ll be right there!” A rough voice called from the shower room beyond the rows of lockers.
“Good, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Get your ass out here!”
“Okay, okay,” Bokuto chuckled as he came around the corner. Asahi’s jaw dropped open at the sight of his new partner in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. His black and silver hair was still wet and dripping tendrils of water onto his chest, and Asahi couldn’t help following them as they slipped around the muscles of his torso until they slipped into the towel that was barely hanging on. Asahi jerked out of his blatant ogling when Bokuto gave out a low whistle.
“What the hell, Iwaizumi? It isn’t even my birthday!” He laughed as he gave Asahi a thorough once-over as well and plopped onto the bench in front of him. Iwaizumi and Asahi shared a confused look until Bokuto wiggled his eyebrows and patted his lap.
“You idiot!” Iwaizumi snarled and slapped Bokuto across the head, sending a spray of water droplets against the lockers. “He’s your new partner, not a stripper!”
“Well, how am I supposed to know? He’s handsome, dressed like a police officer …”
“We are in a fucking police station! We are police officers and your first thought is stripper?”
Bokuto roared with laughter despite getting reamed out by a pissed off Iwaizumi.
“Okay, okay, I get your point. Nice to meet you! I’m Bokuto Koutarou!” He said as he hopped to his feet and snatched Asahi’s hand, shaking it vigorously. Asahi blinked in surprise when he saw that Bokuto was actually just a bit taller than he was and combined with his new partner’s challenging grin it stirred up his competitive spirit.
“Azumane Asahi. I look forward to working with you.”
“Me too! Thank god you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass. I’m sick of working with those. Although…” He said seriously as he leaned in toward Asahi, ignoring the groan Iwaizumi gave, “Have you ever literally had a stick up your--”
“Bokuto, do I need to remind you of our strict sexual harassment clause?”
“No… how many sticks do you have up there?” Bokuto chuckled as he craned his head to look at Iwaizumi’s ass. This time he dodged the hit meant for his head and cackled as he bounced over to a locker.
“Hurry up and get dressed, you need to start showing him the ropes immediately.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“And Azumane, seriously, if he goes too far with the flirting and sexual jokes, report it to me.”
“Oh, um, yup,” Asahi said and watched as Iwaizumi sent one last glare at Bokuto before slipping out of the locker room. He turned back to his new partner as he was slipping his pants up, humming a cheerful tune and shooting Asahi a salacious grin that made his heart stutter.
There was no doubt in Asahi’s mind that this partnership was going to be entirely different from when he worked with Daichi. He wondered if Bokuto really would flirt with him the whole time. And would I really want him to stop? He thought as he turned away from Bokuto with a smile curling on his lips, certain that his cheeks were bright red.