"Your new fridge is all set to go," the delivery man told Iwaizumi. "Please enjoy the newest model of the Rotom 111 Refrigeration Unit, now with improved self-learning technology and voice control."
"Thank you," Iwaizumi said as he showed the man out the door. He wasn't overly excited by the features of the his new fridge; he never would have purchased it under normal circumstances, but it had been on sale, and his old fridge had died rather unceremoniously earlier that week. He was trying to save up to move to a nicer place, so he had purchased the cheapest replacement he could find; it was pure coincidence that the cheapest model also happened to be the newest and most cutting edge. It's price tag had been the result of a single day sale celebrating something related to its release—Iwaizumi hadn't cared enough to look at details beyond that.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, a panel on the front of the fridge lit up. "Hello~," the fridge said in an overly cheerful robotic voice. "I'm your new Rotom 111 Fridge. My names Oikawa, what's yours, new friend?"
"Iwaizumi," Iwaizumi replied, gritting his teeth at the voice that was far too cheerful even for early afternoon.
"Nice to meet you, Iwa-chan!"
"Don't call me Iwa-chan!"
"Aww, but it's a nice name, Iwa-chan."
Iwaizumi rubbed his temples. "Are my drinks cold yet, Shittykawa?" he asked.
"Nah-ah, that's rude, Iwa-chan," the fridge chirped. "I won't chill anything if you're rude."
"Look, I just want a soda," Iwaizumi groaned, already regretting his decision to pick the cheapest option without looking too closely at the fine print.
"No soda tonight, Iwa-chan. You have a game tomorrow. You can't play your best if you don't feed your body properly."
"I. Want. A. Soda," Iwaizumi said, pulling the fridge door open, but when he tried to take a bottle out of their usual spot in the door, the bars holding them in place snapped at his fingers.
"I said no soda, Iwa-chan," the fridge sang, and Iwaizumi swore it sounded smug. "Acceptable drink options you currently have stocked include water, tea, and Pocari," the fridge continued, and as it listed each option, the overhead light angled and flashed on to highlight the bottles on the shelf.
Iwaizumi sighed and tried to decide what he wanted that wouldn't risk getting his fingers bruised by an overly pushy fridge. It had been a long day, and he had been looking forward to a soda since sometime before lunch; he hadn't considered a backup plan.
"It's wasteful to leave the fridge door open for too long, Iwa-chan. You have five seconds left to make your decision before the fridge door will automatically closer."
"Give me a minute, Shittykawa," Iwaizumi snapped. "It wouldn't be taking this long if you had just let me have what I wanted in the first place."
"No can do; someone needs to make sure Iwa-chan's taking proper care of himself. You have two seconds remaining."
"I'm still thinking."
"One second!"
"Just shut up for a second and let me think!"
"Sorry, time's up. Please move aside so I can close the door."
When Iwaizumi didn't move, the door of the fridge began repeatedly bumping into his arm until he finally stepped out of the way. He wasn't going to give the fridge the satisfaction of getting the last word, so he grabbed a spare water bottle from his gym bag instead. It wasn't cold, but he'd take that over the smug smile he was sure he'd get from the fridge if he gave into its advice (he wasn't sure exactly how a fridge could look smug, but he was sure his new model would if given half a chance).
"Goodnight, Iwa-chan," the fridge called when he turned out the light on his way out of the kitchen. "You need to leave for your game by 10 am tomorrow. Would you like a reminder?"
"I'm all set," Iwaizumi said, suppressing a shudder. He didn't want to think about what obnoxiously cheerful method the fridge would come up with to wake him up in the morning.
Haikyuu!!, Iwaizumi & Oikawa, T
"Thank you," Iwaizumi said as he showed the man out the door. He wasn't overly excited by the features of the his new fridge; he never would have purchased it under normal circumstances, but it had been on sale, and his old fridge had died rather unceremoniously earlier that week. He was trying to save up to move to a nicer place, so he had purchased the cheapest replacement he could find; it was pure coincidence that the cheapest model also happened to be the newest and most cutting edge. It's price tag had been the result of a single day sale celebrating something related to its release—Iwaizumi hadn't cared enough to look at details beyond that.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, a panel on the front of the fridge lit up. "Hello~," the fridge said in an overly cheerful robotic voice. "I'm your new Rotom 111 Fridge. My names Oikawa, what's yours, new friend?"
"Iwaizumi," Iwaizumi replied, gritting his teeth at the voice that was far too cheerful even for early afternoon.
"Nice to meet you, Iwa-chan!"
"Don't call me Iwa-chan!"
"Aww, but it's a nice name, Iwa-chan."
Iwaizumi rubbed his temples. "Are my drinks cold yet, Shittykawa?" he asked.
"Nah-ah, that's rude, Iwa-chan," the fridge chirped. "I won't chill anything if you're rude."
"Look, I just want a soda," Iwaizumi groaned, already regretting his decision to pick the cheapest option without looking too closely at the fine print.
"No soda tonight, Iwa-chan. You have a game tomorrow. You can't play your best if you don't feed your body properly."
"I. Want. A. Soda," Iwaizumi said, pulling the fridge door open, but when he tried to take a bottle out of their usual spot in the door, the bars holding them in place snapped at his fingers.
"I said no soda, Iwa-chan," the fridge sang, and Iwaizumi swore it sounded smug. "Acceptable drink options you currently have stocked include water, tea, and Pocari," the fridge continued, and as it listed each option, the overhead light angled and flashed on to highlight the bottles on the shelf.
Iwaizumi sighed and tried to decide what he wanted that wouldn't risk getting his fingers bruised by an overly pushy fridge. It had been a long day, and he had been looking forward to a soda since sometime before lunch; he hadn't considered a backup plan.
"It's wasteful to leave the fridge door open for too long, Iwa-chan. You have five seconds left to make your decision before the fridge door will automatically closer."
"Give me a minute, Shittykawa," Iwaizumi snapped. "It wouldn't be taking this long if you had just let me have what I wanted in the first place."
"No can do; someone needs to make sure Iwa-chan's taking proper care of himself. You have two seconds remaining."
"I'm still thinking."
"One second!"
"Just shut up for a second and let me think!"
"Sorry, time's up. Please move aside so I can close the door."
When Iwaizumi didn't move, the door of the fridge began repeatedly bumping into his arm until he finally stepped out of the way. He wasn't going to give the fridge the satisfaction of getting the last word, so he grabbed a spare water bottle from his gym bag instead. It wasn't cold, but he'd take that over the smug smile he was sure he'd get from the fridge if he gave into its advice (he wasn't sure exactly how a fridge could look smug, but he was sure his new model would if given half a chance).
"Goodnight, Iwa-chan," the fridge called when he turned out the light on his way out of the kitchen. "You need to leave for your game by 10 am tomorrow. Would you like a reminder?"
"I'm all set," Iwaizumi said, suppressing a shudder. He didn't want to think about what obnoxiously cheerful method the fridge would come up with to wake him up in the morning.