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midnight crashing

pairing: aomine daiki / reader

wc: 5k

synopsis:  When he knows what he wants, Aomine takes it and runs away with it. He knows what he wants, what he should do, what he could say. And he knows, with such clarity, that he would shout to each galaxy how much he wants you.

The universe, despite its constant expansion, is small. The gap between what we know and what we don’t decrease at a rate slower than the death of a star. Its vastness puts you on edge, boundaries endless and unknown—perhaps forgotten to even time itself.

The emptiness of the earth, the meaninglessness of time. It all brings you back to the same place; alone.

Isolation is brought about by the attention that the dance floor brings. Soft lights graze each body, never lingering long enough to know its next course. Wooden planks find themselves scuffed and scratched from decades worth of functions being hosted. The stage in front of it stays empty, save for the children running up and down the stairs that lead to the microphone atop it.

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always have, always will

Sero Hanta doesn’t know a life without you by his side. For as long as he can remember, you’ve always been there. You’ve always been his person—always have, always will.

Or so he thought.

Pairing: Sero Hanta x Reader Prompt: Relationship firsts Genre: Fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers Warning(s): None Word count: 2937 A/N: This is my fic for the first BNHA Hangout SFW collab! It was fun writing for Sero (though this fic ended up merging with a different Sero piece I was working on because at one point I was writing into the wrong doc and it just ended up meshing haha). I hope you enjoy, and check out the other fics in the collab here!

Sero Hanta was a straightforward kid.

He liked watching anime, terrorizing the neighbourhood with his school friends, and collecting hero action figures. He also liked spending time with his new neighbour: you.

When you moved in next door, Sero had gone over with his parents to say hello, and to bring by a basket of fresh oranges. The adults had chattered away, introducing themselves and talking about the nearby elementary school, but Sero was focused on the small girl standing behind her mother’s legs with her head peeking out.

“Hi, I’m Hanta,” he introduced himself, walking up to you and holding out a hand.

Almost immediately, you brightened up, grabbing his hand and shaking it. “I’m [Name]!”

“Let’s be friends!”

Sero had no idea what he was getting himself into.

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worth the wait

oikawa tooru/gn!reader bakery au! + unbetaed wc: 1.3k genre: fluff

repost of an old devart fic, with rewrites and revisions! also the first time writing a gn reader, tell me if i’ve slipped up anywhere :) 

That Tobio-chan was getting on his nerves.

First, he manages to make those disgustingly pretty sugar roses, then make the most aromatic coffee he has ever had the pleasure to have smelt and then taste in his life, and now he’s waiting tables (something Oikawa didn’t have to do anymore, being a senior at Seijou Sweets!) so kindly and with that smile plastered on his face that Oikawa wants to vomit. 

He sighs, scowling at the cupcakes he’s glazing, and reminds himself: this stupid blueberry headed genius was only here for trial. Yes, a month's trial, but it was halfway done and Kageyama Tobio seemed too sure of himself and too arrogant to stay for the while- there was no way the seniors would let him in to work, even if he did come from Kitagawa Culinary.

Oikawa’s reminded that he gets to vote if he stays, and feels stupidly smug as he remembers that. He hums to himself, pleased, and looks up to see if Kageyama’s being harassed by an entitled customer. Seijou Sweets had a glass partition separating their baking station and the main dining area, mostly for the aesthetics but also for the customer’s interest. His boss said it was so they could see the process, to make it some kind of cool showcase that set them apart from other patisseries! (Tooru still feels a bit like a zoo animal, but that’s whatever.)

A smirk tugs at his lips. Maybe he got that horribly mean lady with the garish handbag from last week, or that man who returns everything he orders-

Ah. He’s waiting on his favourite regular.

You smile kindly at Kageyama, and he diligently notes down what you order. You look great as usual, as nice as you did when you had started coming in a few months ago, before his promotion. He hadn’t been junior manager then, still waiting tables and turning on the charm to get more tips. You had waved away his compliments and managed to wrangle real conversation from him; it was an understatement to say Oikawa hadn’t expected to like you so much, or to see you so often.

(“I’m working not far from here,” You explained when he had asked. “Internship. I hope I can get the job- not perfect, since it’s a bit far from home, but I like the area.”

“Something keeping you here?” Oikawa had asked innocently, setting your coffee and cake down. When you’re silent, he looks up, wondering what’s got your tongue. Tooru is surprised to see you blushing.

“The food’s not bad,” You had said quietly, taking a sip of your coffee.)

Oikawa fumes, and then Matsukawa bumps his hip with his own.

“What?” He snaps.

Mattsun gives him a leery smile. “You ruined your cupcake.”

Blinking, Tooru’s head snaps to the cakes and he stares at the shambles his icing is in. Pretty flower piping, pretty flower piping, and then suddenly, a mess of cream when he’d burst his piping bag.

He huffs, clearing the mess, moving the unsoiled cupcakes away so he couldn’t ruin those, and filling another bag. He’s just finished with the last one when Kageyama walks in, reporting his round of orders.

“Table seven wants earl grey chiffon and a cappuccino, table eleven wants iced lemon tea, and table four wants two iced caramel lattes, a hot milk tea and a sharing tea platter.”

Oikawa smiles at your usual, and then frowns. “No one’s started an earl grey, have they?”

Makki and Mattsun shake their head. Iwaizumi frowns, “No. Last I checked, aren’t you the one that said you wanted to take care of them all?”

Oikawa fights the blush. “I was distracted!”

Makki chuckles at that, blowing a raspberry when Oikawa looks offended. 

“You’re lucky earl grey isn’t so popular…” Iwaizumi sighs and Oikawa tries for a smile, before his best friend turns to Kageyama; “Tell table seven there aren’t any earl greys. Offer the special- I’ve just prepped those- and offer the wait. Oikawa will make ‘em if they still want it.”

Kageyama hurries out, and Iwaizumi shoots Tooru a look like, “get ‘distracted’ again and I’ll get promoted until I can fire you myself.”

“I’ve got table four’s platter.” Makki clears his throat, and everyone takes turns calling for orders: Iwaizumi has chosen to take care of the coffee, as he always does, but Oikawa amusedly watches him wrinkle his nose as he adds ice to his brews. Shaking himself out of it, he puts his iced cupcakes into the display.

Kageyama pops his blueberry head in again. “Table seven is fine with waiting.” He says simply, before ducking out again to wait more tables. Oikawa is surprised: those cakes took an hour at least. Still- he takes out the tea leaves, bowls, measuring cups and preps his work table. 

Oikawa smiles- the cake was for you, after all! He looks out to your table, hoping to see you again, and catches you staring.

...Oh!

You go red, keeping your head down and nodding over-enthusiastically when one of the servers brings you your coffee. You also pointedly look at anywhere but himself, drinking some of your cappuccino and then sputtering when it was too hot. You somehow turn redder.

Ah. That’s cute. Tooru thinks, chuckling under his breath as he steeps the tea. And he’s practiced this many times before, sometimes at his apartment and sometimes after closing time, when he wrestles the keys from Iwaizumi- hoping to see you smile and call it perfect. And- well, you do, but he wants it to be even better each time. To get you to come back, to show you Seijou Sweets was the better cafe- and hopefully, endear himself to you as well.

Eggs, sugar, oil, tea, cake flour- then the oven, and a clean 30 minutes later, he’s getting his pretty chiffon out the oven. 

Mattsun whistles a low tune, walking over to grab something or the other that he must have left behind. He nods at the cake that’s cooling on Tooru’s workstation, “Nice work. Be a shame if you ruined it while flipping.”

Oikawa snorts, and having judged it ready, slowly tips it over, dislodging the cake with a knife: it drops out perfectly. Makki claps him on the back (“It was a reverse-jinx, Tooru!”) and tops it off with powdered sugar. He slices it carefully, onto a serving plate- and again, with a weird feeling of deja vu, Kageyama pops his head into the kitchen just as he’s done.

“Anything to serve?” He asks, and Oikawa beckons him over.

“Would you put the cake away?” He gives him a sweet smile, “I’d like to deliver this myself.”

Kageyama blinks. “Ah, okay senpai.” And then obediently picks up the cake and bustles over to the display. Oikawa grabs the slice, Makki narrowly misses smacking his ass as he leaves, making his way towards your table.

“Apologies for the wait,” Oikawa says, bowing as he nears you. You perk up, putting your phone away, and when he smiles, you smile back. “Not like most customers to wait an hour for cake.”

“I’m a regular here, Oikawa-san,” You smile, “And earl grey happens to be my favourite. Besides, I figured it would be worth the wait.”

Oikawa sets the cake down, and he asks again like he had all those months ago, “Something keeping you here?”

“Someone.” You say coyly, and then bow politely from your seat, “Thank you for the food, I’m sure you must be very busy.”

“I’ll leave you to it.”

He returns to his workstation, You finish the cake quickly, and leave just as speedily after talking a bit with the server cleaning up your table- who just so happened to have been Kageyama. Oikawa wishes he had said something or done something to make the interaction last longer, feeling oddly jealous, chiding to himself even then that he had no right to be. He’s sullenly beginning to prep the evening dishes when Kageyama awkwardly walks up to him.

“Tobio-chan,” He says shortly, pouting. He wishes ugly crushes didn’t make him act even more childishly than usual.

“The customer at table seven said to give you this,” Kageyama says awkwardly, leaving the napkin on his table. Oikawa stares at the little numbers, and then his cheeks start to hurt from how wide he’s smiling.

Ah, maybe Tobio-chan wasn’t so bad after all.

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hey!! just wanted to say i absolutely adored your iwa fic! i can't wait to see more of what you write!

HI !!! firstly i just logged on so this is SOO late but 1) thank u for leaving those comments on your rb and thank u for reccing me ?!!! i’m gonna go devour your fics now LMSDLFKJSDLKFJ

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wow 🤩 can i req ur tsukki fic please i miss him

u can get the tsukishima fic when it’s DONE. secondly i come on here for the first time in weeks to find out u have changed ur icon to jay......... why do we regress and start caring about batfam once per month .....

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hey,, I just wanted to say your navi link doesn't work :( it says ip address can't be found

thank u sm for letting me know!! i think it was due to a formatting error bc it worked on mobile but not on desktop? i think it’s fixed now tho! :)

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lucky charms

kuroo tetsurou/f!reader repost of an old devart fic, again! slight rewriting n revisions. wc: 1k genre: fluff

thighchi 9:30pm I got a charm from a girl in my class today. It was really nice, she even said to share it with the team. She was very blushy about it. How sweet! She's very modest, huh?

Kuroo so dearly wishes Karasuno's captain could be more in tune of his surroundings when he was outside of the court. He feels sorry for whoever this girl was.

kuroo 9:32pm ahaha sure.. hey tho our game is coming up in like a week wish us luck man

thighchi 9:33pm Good luck.

kuroo 9:33pm dude that sounded so anticlimatic

thighchi 9:34pm Sorry that I can't convey emotion through text message, Kuroo.

kuroo 9:34pm ur hitting those passive aggressive notes p easily tho cap

When his game comes around, Kuroo doesn't get a charm, but he gets Yamamoto Akane. The kid has been cheering her brother on ever since she figured out how to say 'Nekoma,' and she's joined by a surprise guest: Haiba Alysa, with her long, silver hair and the same, lion eyes that her brother has.

He scans the Nekoma crowd, who's begging for another trip to nationals, hooting and cheering in the stands. He sees Saito, and Fujita, and Hazuki, all from his class, with banners wrapped tightly around their foreheads. He sees more familiar faces, but he can't find-

The whistle blows, and Kuroo tears his eyes off the bleachers. Nekoma huddles in close: Kuroo's lucky to have Kai and Yakkun next to him, being the pillars of stability they are (also, they wouldn't try to shut him up when he made the team speech, Kenma-)

"Let's fucking win this," Kuroo gives them all a grin, "Alright?"

He's answered with a collective "Yeah!"

About an hour later, Kuroo has decided that whoever matched up the teams can fight Kuroo. Never mind that it was decided by a lucky draw, the official that had picked obviously had bad vibes. He's ready to knock the shit out of them, because this year, Nekoma had immediately gotten one of the most skilful team paired against them. 

They lose the first set, 22-25, and he can feel Yaku's irritation when the game hits the halfway point, the scores at 14-16, and the midway time out commences. Kai puts a hand on the libero's shoulder, and it just makes him yell out in frustration.

"I'll save more," Yaku says angrily, and the raw determination in his voice nearly makes Kuroo flinch. "We can do this."

Kai blinks, staring at Yaku for a few seconds, before turning his gaze to Nekoma's captain, expectantly, and Kuroo's mind goes blank. Oh, shit- was he expecting a speech? Kuroo used all his best metaphors at the beginning!

He's reminded why he did his best to put the title of captain onto Nobuyuki, or even Yaku. He was the most immature, the most annoying out of the three, and he didn't understand why his last captain had even given him the position. Kuroo's lips part, but he can't think of anything to say- but he's the captain, and he'll do anything to raise his team's morale. He believed in them, and damn if he wasn’t going to show it with his words! He fights the urge to look at the stands again, wistful. When he had thought he wasn't up to it, you had always-

"Hey, hey, hey!" Your voice cuts the ice like a knife with butter, even with the panting. Speak of the devil. You look like you've run into a hurricane and barely escaped with your life. Your hair is a fucking rat's nest, sweat dripping from your face, and you're so red that Nekoma's jersey had nothing on you, "Why the hell are you all looking so glum?"

Aw, the tunnel vision is kicking in. And during a match, annoyingly. Why were you so pretty and distracting?

"Ah, Kuroo-san, it's your girlfriend." Lev says, quite innocently. 

"She's not my girlfriend." Kuroo replies, almost to himself. Still, he can't bear to take his eyes off you, and his grin stretches a mile wide. 

"I fff-" You trail off, giving a hasty glance to the kids in the stands, "freaking ran here for you guys! After exams too!" You glare at all of them, before you give them a smile that is backed with the sentiments that Kuroo wants his team to to know, "You don't have anything to worry about! You all practiced so hard, I won't just let you guys off if you don't get through! So please! Fight your hardest! And Kuroo!" 

“Hmm?” He says like an idiot. Nobuyuki and Yaku exchange glances, like, ‘our captain is a loser’. 

You look so furious, eyes blazing and God, you are so, so stunning- “None of that “I’m not good enough’ thing today, alright? I know for a fact that you’re good at this stupid sport, good at leading, and there’s no way in hell that you could ever lead them into losing! You’re everything Nekoma needs! You’re sexy as hell, Kuroo!”

“Are you sure that’s not his girlfriend?” Lev asks. Yaku kicks him to shut him up.

“Now get into nationals so you can show Karasuno who the better team is!” You shout, “You better try so hard that you pop a blood vessel so you can have all the blood in the brain!”

‘That’s a haemorrhage and the opposite of what we need.’ Kuroo thinks fondly. It’s sweet you tried to remember the metaphors he likes to use.

“Take ‘em on with everything! And most of all, have faith in each other.” You grin, “Fight knowing that with this team, you can’t lose!“

The whistle blows. You throw them a thumbs up. Kuroo chuckles, and claps his hands before facing his teammates.

“Well, you heard her!” He declares, and Nekoma grins back at him, “Let’s tear the bitch apart!”

Kuroo does not have a lucky charm. He does not have lucky socks, or a special t-shirt, or a 2B pencil that he rests his faith in. He does however, have you, in your sweaty, disheveled glory. Your big mouth, unshakable faith, and lovely face. And honestly, what more could he ask for?

Nekoma wins the next set, and the set after that. 

Kuroo meets your eyes in the stands. When he sees your proud smile and happy blush, he thinks that even if you’re not his personal lucky charm, he’s instead lucky to have you.

("Kuroo,” Nobuyuki says sagely, “If you ask her out, you’ll get kisses for good luck.”

“Holy shit,” Kuroo says.)

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TRYING 2 WRITE SOMETHING AS WE SPEAK...... idk how long till it gets done but 😭 i’ll get there

ALSO excited to have an actual acc so now i can read and rb ur stuff for real 🤩🤩

no shut up write more iwaizumi for me yes i love ur writing so much

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gatecrashing

iwaizumi hajime/reader repost of an old devart fic, with slight editing! wc: 906 genre: fluff

"Sorry for the interruption," Your coach calls, waving a hand in the air as she opens the door to the first gym. "Our gym's closed for cleaning. Can we have a court?"

"Sure." The boys coach gives them the ‘okay’ gesture, "We’ll be cramped for sure, but if you’re okay with that... We're practicing spiking, so be careful of the occasional stray ball, yeah?"

Your coach nods shortly, calling the girls onto the court as the boys file out.

"Geh," Minami whines begrudgingly, folding her arms. "Oikawa's here... that's so unfair. He'll make my sets look like sh-"

"Language." Your captain chides as she passes by, and Minami sticks a tongue out.

"Let's go!" Your coach snaps her fingers. "We'll do spiking drills too, so Minami and Okuhara will set for half of you- after 20 good receives and spikes with rotation, we'll switch sides. Izumi, you'll be receiving, too." The coach adds, looking at the first year libero's confused expression. "I thought it was self explanatory for a libero to receive."

"Right." The small girl flushes red. "Right, uh-"

"Coach's still pretty blunt, huh?" Hagiwara whispers, pulling you away, under the net and onto the other side of the court.

"Yeah, she kinda expects us to know what she's thinking." You almost laugh at what was unfurling on the other side with the libero and coach. Coach, with all her wisdom, must have sensed something was wrong, and was trying to apologize. The first year wasn't letting her- she thought it was her fault.

"I guess it's okay though,” Hagiwara laughs, “She's making our team stronger!"

Your eyes wander around the court- specifically to the boys side. Aoba Johsai's girls weren't the worst- in Miyagi, they were considered a powerhouse with your captain being an amazing ace and a reputation for good connection- but Niiyama Joshi maintained top spot, though you think that gap could be closing soon.

You knew three other people the same age as you on the boy's team: Kyoutani, Yahaba and Watari. You admired Yahaba's sense, Watari's skill from being able to go from setting to receiving, and Kyoutani's power. You didn't much talk to Watari or Yahaba- but you were somewhat friends with Kyoutani. It was just that you... didn't know if Kyoutani felt mutually.

But Kyoutani catches your eye, looks around suspiciously, and then waves quickly, making sure no one saw. He averts his eyes, instead fixing on the ball, throwing it up for Oikawa to toss. It makes you feel weirdly significant, because big, bad Kyoutani Kentarou's given you a greeting that's borderline sweet. You watch him do his spike, then see Watari receive it as well as he does during the times you practice with him during lunch.

The boy next in line makes your breath hitch.

You never thought you'd see someone more built than Kyoken, but you're thanking God that you've been wrong all these years. He's tall and tan, with broad shoulders and pretty eyes. You think you know him from somewhere, but you guess that it's your imagination working overtime.

You watch him, transfixed. He passes the ball high for Oikawa to set, and it's almost slow motion- you can almost see every little detail of his movement. From how high he jumps and all the raw power he spikes with-! He uses the time it takes for the ball to reach Oikawa's nimble fingers to analyse the court beyond the net; you watch his grey eyes dart from his hand, the ball and you swear that you can even see the flick of his wrist as he slams it down at the optimum height.

Watari makes a wide dive for it, but even with his expertise, he's not prepared for how much force is going into the ball; blue and yellow just ricochets off his waiting arms, and out the court.

The boy yells out triumphantly, fist pumps, and gives Oikawa a high five. You're vaguely aware of your coach's whistle, signalling the start of your drills.

Watari gets up, looking dazedly at his steadily-going-red forearms, before a wide smile spreads across his face. "Nice kill, Iwaizumi-senpai!"

"Thanks," He gives Watari a grin that is to fucking die for, lifting the net to go under and retrieve his ball. His accidental glance meets your stare, and is a little wide eyed. "Uh, hey! Look out!"

You turn to see one of the third year's straight spike hurtling straight for your face. Lifting your arms up as quick as you can, you manage to send the third year her ball back in an ugly, uncoordinated set over the net- the third year seems a little impressed.

"Nice reflexes!" she praises, catching the ball. "You should thank Iwaizumi-san."

"Oh, um," You look both ways. "Thanks." A moment's pause. "To both of you..."

Your senpai gives you a little smile, before passing the ball to one of your teammates and going back to the end of her line. Meanwhile, the Iwaizumi guy looks taken back at first- but he finally gives you a chuckle.

"You're welcome. Really, though," he adds, looking a little awed. "Nice reflexes."

You can feel yourself pretty much explode scarlet- with how damn hot your face is getting, you swear you're evaporating. “Th-thanks!”

“You already said that.” Iwazumi smiles, amused. “See you around.”

Hagiwara pinches your side as you rotate. “Saw that!”

You want to die. Blushing hard and moving to the next spot, you mutter, “I hope no one else did.”

(Kyoken fucking noticed it all, and he's teasing you in class now, that bastard.)

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Washing Dishes (Discord Collab)

Sero’s been your roommate for almost nine months, but you don’t know much about him. Now, though, you’re both stuck social distancing in your apartment, and it’s hard not to fall for a guy when you’re washing dishes together.

Pairing: Pro Hero!Sero Hanta x GN!Reader Request: None Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Minor language, minor innuendo Word Count: 9,084 A/N: My fic for the Crackhead Sanctuary collab, the server run by Sof/@myherowritings​. They’re all comfort fics about quarantine/social distancing. Here’s the masterlist, go check out the others! This one really got away from me, kinda insane. But I’m really proud of it; I think it’s very cute!

You’ve had more than a few roommates in your life. Growing up you’d shared a room with your younger sister, your dorm in high school was a rare three-person room, and once you’d moved on to college it was only a revolving door of new people to live with.

Moving into your first apartment had been a little intimidating, especially combined with the start of senior year and a new internship intended to turn into a career come graduation. You were tentative at best to answer the ad—but it took little more than a quick Google of the name to decide that Sero Hanta had seemed to be telling the truth about being a pro hero. When you met him he was certainly the man you’d seen in the sports festival videos and pictures.

Now, nine months later, you couldn’t be happier with the decision. Sero’s a model roommate; he’s never missed a rent payment, buys his share of groceries, cleans his room and takes out the trash when it’s his turn. Even his style of decor is remarkably top-notch for a 22 year old man.

If you had one complaint though, it would be that he’s a goddamn ghost.

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wrong numbers/right answers

iwaizumi hajime/reader wc: 3.9k 

When Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump Iwaizumi had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

“You've been on that damn phone for, what, 30 minutes now?” Iwaizumi growls, waving Oikawa's less than impressive test score across said boy’s face. “What are you, texting a new girlfriend?”

“Iwa-chan, I'm flattered you think I have a new girlfriend!” Oikawa’s ecstatic, typing with one hand and snatching away the sheet away with the other. “But no, I'm just trying to have a good time with our favorite classmate,” Oikawa metaphorically dangles you in front of him, and smirks as his friend’s eyes widen. “Oho, I’ve got your attention now, have I?”

Iwaizumi wrinkles his nose, trying to get the test back. “Shut up, shittykawa. If I knew her better, I'd apologize to her because she has to deal with the likes of you.”

The spiker makes a wild lunge for the test paper, because they came to his house to study, not so his disgraceful excuse of a best friend could tease him about a girl, but Oikawa leans just out of reach, his long arms stretching as far as they could.

“You wound me, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa chuckles, shuffling the paper under the cushion he was sitting on. “My test score wasn’t that bad, anyways-“

“You call a 52% a good grade?!”

“Well, it's a pass, isn’t it? I have more important things on my mind, anyways, like beating Ushiwaka, texting my favorite girl in class, don’t you have something to do? Oh, wait! I forgot that you were-”

“Shittykawa," Iwaizumi cuts in, a seething expression on his face, but Oikawa pays no mind. "If you finish that sentence-“

“-Socially awkward! You can’t even talk to her without blushing! But funny how that doesn’t happen when you talk to anyone else like that, hmm, Iwa-chan?”

Hajime gets up and launches himself across the chabudai, tackling Oikawa, a fist raised.

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It’s 8am when Iwaizumi gets a text.

From: ??? To: You rinrin this is you right!?? buddy???!! pls send me ur jpnese lit hw I NEED HELP otherwise tatsuya-sensei will have me impaled bro my entrails will be sacrificed to whoever the hell Yamada Kai was, helpppp!

There’s a string of different crying emojis after that, which Iwaizumi finds adorable. He doesn’t know who this is, but it’s obvious that the poor guy went to Aoba Johsai. The woman who taught Japanese Literature was famous around the school for being a harsh marker and a harsher teacher style. They’d been studying Yamada’s works so far, and Iwaizumi expects whoever sent it was panicking- it was 8, school started 8:30, and English was their second lesson of the day (or it was for tomorrow, because Classes 3-4 didn’t have Literature today, but Iwaizumi assumes it’s today, otherwise they wouldn’t be this distraught.)

He glances at his watch- he had a few minutes to spare. He fishes his work out his bag, and he thanks God he's used his best handwriting (Tatsuya-sensei had caused quite the scene photocopying his work last time, showing off to the entire Class-2 how “insufferably illegible” his print was,) hoping whoever was behind the screen could read it. He takes a quick picture of it, making sure it’s not blurry and the script is clear before sending it off and hurrying out of his house.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You [sent: IMG20151219] you’ve got the wrong number but i’m from seijou too. this is the worksheet you mean?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You aaa i’m so sorry for sending it to the wrong number!

but yes, it is the right one! thank you so much, i owe you one, mystery man!

Oikawa’s waiting for him outside as always, and Iwaizumi deliberately speeds up so he can walk past. Behind him, Oikawa makes a sort of whine from the back of his throat, quickening his pace to fall in next to him.

“What’s gotten you so cheery?” Oikawa asks, and Iwaizumi realizes he’s been smiling. He replaces it with a scowl, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket so Oikawa can’t get anymore curious.

“It’s no thanks to you.” Iwaizumi quips, and Oikawa pouts.

Iwaizumi only risks a reply when he gets to school, because Oikawa Tooru will never shut up if he sees him texting someone that is so obviously a girl.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You how do you know it's a guy..? for all you know i could be a girl, you know.

He gets a reply soon after.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You well, if you are a girl, i'm sorry!! i didn't mean anything  by it... also i kinda assumed you were a guy because of your handwriting.

He should be offended by that, right? Right. He’s offended by it. He's about to defend himself when his phone buzzes with another message.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You SHIT I'M SO SORRY THAT WAS RUDE TO SAY!! I BET YOU WON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE

IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOU DO...

He blinks, an ungraciously amused smile making it's way onto his face. He leaves his phone alone for the school day, because his teacher has just walked in. He figured he'd reply to you after school, just before volleyball.

It's kind of a mistake, because he comes back to 12 more messages, each message reading a variant of "I'm sorry," the amount of sincerity in each message growing as the hours passed by. He figures it's time to ease the stranger out her misery, and begins typing his reply.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You no need to get worked up on it, lmao   you planned on talking to me again?

While waiting, he has enough time to go to the clubroom early and change out of his school uniform to his jersey. He's halfway through fixing one half of his laces when his phone pings.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You it's because i thought i owed you one.... but i guess if you don't want to talk it's okay lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i hope it's not me that offended you this time. i do want to talk. you seem... cool?

He hits the send button, rereads it, and recoils. That sounds awkward.

Iwaizumi starts typing more.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You besides, you don't know me. how are you gonna give back (whatever. i don't know how! you're the  one that wants to owe me.) if you don't even know me?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You won't it be funner if it's a mystery?

i guess... we could help each other out! anytime we need hw help we just call each other, like a private help line.

(also, why the question mark? of course i'm cool!)

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i think that sounded less creepy in your head.  

(sure, you're cool. [heavy sarcasm, if you can't tell.])

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

is that a no?

(rude!)

Iwaizumi stares at the screen. Well, he didn't really mind. And whoever this was sounded pretty trustworthy, and not a random creep that pretended to be a Seijou student in their free time. His time to deliberate is cut short, because Oikawa slams the clubroom doors open, singing a Christmas carol Iwaizumi didn't recognise, along with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who were discussing what kind of forfeit Oikawa had to pay today if he didn't set as well as he should; ramen or oden?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fuck why not

i'll be looking forward to... being helped out? bye.. i'll talk later.  

my best friend is here and i'm not ready for him to annoy me straight to satan's asscrack.

Iwaizumi whips the phone away from Oikawa's line of vision, only letting him see his asscrack remark. (It backfired, because Oikawa spends all of the time from putting his shoes on to the start of practice whinging.) The boys slowly file out of the clubroom, Kunimi shutting off the lights as the door softly clicks closed.

Iwaizumi's phone lights up in his blazer pocket, a simple "see you later!" on the screen that brightens the whole room up.

___

It's two weeks later when Iwaizumi needs the help he's been promised. He opens up his chat- they'd just been talking last night about Seijou's annual fair, and what they each were going to do.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You hey english is kicking my ass

can you help a me out please

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao ofc !! what do you need help with

i would let u copy my answers but i feel like you actually have to learn english at some point phone-chan lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You the english were on crack when they

made up their language i swear

does the sentence "the star shine brightly" work

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

LMFAO

weh that's a trick question

"shone" is for no object and "shined" is for when here's no object. so like shone works for 'light' and shined can be for like

a car headlight

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what the hell

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ikr english is crazy

you also forgot the "d" at the end lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You that one is on me that's simple

but the other thing isn't. aren't the both shining anyway? what's the point in having two. i hate this devil language i swear

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

if it helps no one really cares and i think

you could get away with either english has a lot of rules and no one follows them sooooo... it's whatever!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

try telling that to fukuoda-sensei i swear that guy has a grudge against me or smthn

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao WAHAHAHA i had him last year.... he literally hates fun i don't think i've ever seen him smile

good luck with that phone-chan :P

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

one last question btw

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

ooh okay shoot!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what's 好きな食べ物は揚げ出し豆腐 in english

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You don't tell me you don't know :(

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao phone-chan, if i say i'll make your agedashi tofu for the festival tmrw will you please stop making vague hints  towards it for the rest of the night?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You :)

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao the things i do for you, phone chan!

___

"Iwa-chan, don't eat too much." Oikawa says, blinking as he tries to process the sheer amount of beancurd his friend is wolfing down.

"Says the person who hogged all the milk bread once." Iwaizumi retorts, rolling his eyes. "This is one plate of tofu, unlike when you once wasted 2000 yen to buy the school's entire daily stock of milk bread so you could eat it." He pauses to finish another cube of his favourite food. "And school milk bread doesn't even taste that great."

"It was cheap, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa tries to defend himself. "Makki, Matssun, help me out here!"

Matsukawa only shrugs, and when prompted by Oikawa to give a 'real' answer, he sides with Iwaizumi, apologizing sheepishly.

"Sorry to admit it Captain," He chuckles, "But I don't really like school food anyways."

Iwaizumi shoots Oikawa a teasing smirk, and Oikawa's just about to say something when Hanamaki pipes up.

"I like it," Makki makes a non-committal gesture, and Oikawa looks happy with that. "I mean, sure, school food isn't that great but I think the milk bread is the only good thing about it."

"Like striking gold in a coalmine!" Oikawa nods his approval, and Iwaizumi just sighs. Looking around, he spots you out of the corner of his eye, looking as good as usual and serving a few parents and students. He knows he can't call you because he'd end up sweating through his blazer, so he asks another classmate instead.

"Okuhara-kun," He calls, waving to a boy in his class. "Do you know who made the tofu?"

The boy shakes his head. "Whoever it was came early to drop it off. It had a note with it though."

This gets Iwaizumi's attention. She'd left something for him? "Oh? What did it say?"

"Uh- this is an exact quote, by the way- 'Phone-chan, don't you dare!'" Okuhara replies, drawing out quotation marks in the air. When Iwaizumi lets out a loud laugh, he takes it for disbelief.

"Is it... really that funny?" He questions, looking bemused.

Hajime grins. "Not really."

____

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't even drop any hints!

all you gave me was a note that told me to go away

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i knew you'd go looking, phone-chan! my intuition is as good as ever!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You unfair. that was like, my best friend's level of unfair.

so unfair that i'm thinking about moving my best friend back to the top of my favourites list :/

That was a bold faced lie. Oikawa had never been on the top of his favourites list: that was reserved solely for Makki.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao you wound me!

who is this best friend?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

not telling lol

you'd know who i was then

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao spare hint ma’am?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't give me any!

and you're the one who wanted to keep it a secret in the first place :/

...but fine.

he's on the volleyball team

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao oikawa!!??

To: Crying Emoji lmao

From: You ... :( yeah

see i told you!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao actually, i don't know the vb team that well. oikawa's one of the only guys i know  because he's popular. and loud 

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You oh so i’m not popular?

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aww phone-chan it’s not like that <3 ur popular in my heart :)

Iwaizumi curses at the blush that follows reading that. He will not allow himself to get flustered over that, it was a joke!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You gee thanks 

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao besides i still know the third years! i'm just saying i don't know them that well!!

hanamaki, matsukawa and iwaizumi. they're a close friend group, so i expect one of then is you

When he reads his name, he doesn't know whether to deny it completely, or confirm that it's him. Hajime puts his phone down and paces for a bit, wondering if he's fucked up. When he checks his phone again, chewing on his lip, he guffaws at the message they've left.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...judging from how you're not replying, you are.

but since i don't know which one, i'll decide on calling you phone-chan, yeah?

When Iwaizumi met whoever they were, he was gonna give them a lecture of a lifetime about not being a smartass.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fine, yeah. i am one of them. but now you owe me a hint too!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

well, i suppose i do!

i'm one of the girls in the class that actually has oikawa's number. he half forced me to give it to him, actually, but it's still been fun talking with him.

(not as much as talking with you, phone-chan!)

and i also totally get why he's annoying.

Iwaizumi feels a tiny bit of jealously bubbling up- irrational, because he's only been texting them for about half a month. His friend's statement about liking talking with him more than Oikawa makes him a little pleased, because people didn't usually pick his pretty best friend over him (selfish, yeah, but he's tired of girls asking him to deliver chocolates to the setter and befriending him in hopes of getting closer to Tooru.)

But girls who had his number? Only the ones Oikawa actually had an interest in.

The grand total of the people in his class with the brunet's number was three, because as courteous and as flirtatiously he acts, he accepts and turns down people normally, and doesn't like hurting girls as much as his playboy rep boasts (Iwaizumi's always liked that about him.) The three girls he knew of consisted of Aoi, his ex, Reina, who unbeknownst to Oikawa at the time, swang the other way, and...

You.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i know that aoi, reina and (name) has his number...

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao well, one of them is certainly me!

we're both down to three, phone-chan. even ground!

Iwaizumi feels the world cave in on himself, reading the message over and over. Aoi was a nice guy, but he was also the same brand of pompous that Hajime disliked and Oikawa had found cute. They’d ended it horribly, so Hajime was decidedly not looking forward to the possible outcome that it was him, so he casts away the thought before it can solidify in his mind’s eye. Reina didn’t even like guys, so if you were you…

Huh. His mouth’s gone dry suddenly.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You cool cool

 hey i'm gonna head to bed i gotta emotionally prepare for voluntarily walking into japanese lit class with tatsuya sensei on my ass

sorry to cut it short

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aw don't worry about it phone-chan <3

good night! and see you tmrw, whether we know it or not!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You sleep well

Iwaizumi curses during the 5th hour of trying to sleep. Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

___

He wishes he hadn't asked. He's fine with his favorite crying emoji user knowing who he is, but knowing that it's you sort of struck a pang in his heart that couldn't be undone. He can't concentrate in class, and though he fights it because Oikawa's caught on to this habit, he finds himself staring at you instead of listening to the teacher. The whole situation was annoying!

First he thinks you're cute but he'd chalked it up to never working out because Oikawa had managed to snag your number. Then Oikawa assures him that it's platonic and they only talk about school work which is, to say the least, bullshit, because Oikawa can't actually text without getting distracted. His best friend has a tendency to rant about volleyball or start gossiping when his phone is within reach, and it's why his study sessions happen with Hajime next to him (and even with him, Oikawa still manages to get his grubby hands on his phone.) His best friend was absolutely up to something, and it had been killing Iwaizumi that he didn't know what it was.

And then he'd gotten that cute, fated, statistically impossible text from a wrong number, and fallen into a cute flirting-but-not-really routine. They were kind, sweet, and willing to help him with trivial things like homework and make him his favorite food.

It was easier not really knowing who it was! That was mean to admit, sure, but even when Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump he had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Hajime sighs, looking away from you and back to his worksheet. Algebra stares back at him with no mercy. "I have no brain cells." He mutters, amending his thoughts. In the seat next to him, Oikawa chuckles lightly.

"You've got enough to stare at her, though." He whispers, and Hajime feels his blood boiling. "I swear, when the bell rings, I'm going to-"

The teacher clears her throat loudly. "Iwaizumi-san, if you could refrain from speaking until I've finished..."

Iwaizumi feels his hot rage flood into his cheeks as embarrassment instead. "Of course, sorry sensei."

You catch his eye as he averts his eyes from the teacher, and you smile encouragingly. Hajime thinks the knot in his forehead gets worse. He feels himself go hotter, somehow, and quickly goes back to looking at his math equations. Oikawa's still fucking smirking.

"Denial, Iwa-chan."

There's something fishy in the way that Oikawa texted the group chat about getting lunch. Firstly, Oikawa liked western food for whatever reason, and whenever he asked to go out, he would picked a pricey French place. The rest of the team would debate for about 8 minutes before usually settling on a cheap soba place near the town centre. He'd claimed it was for a post-midterms celebration, and since the Christmas holidays had started, they might as well go somewhere altogether, as a team.

But Oikawa's suggested this expensive ramen place (which... alright, it's not like Oikawa never eats Japanese. But he doesn't prefer it, and Hajime is paranoid about whatever plan his best friend has hatched) and instead of shouting at him to lower the price, Makki and Mattsun agree immediately. Iwaizumi knows Makki is broke this week, after having to buy a replacement volleyball for the one they popped while roughhousing, so he doesn't understand why he'd agree to blowing 2000 yen on a single bowl of ramen.

The rest of the third years decline or agree. Iwaizumi thinks this is for plausible deniability, to make him think it's all alright. But when Oikawa @'s him in chat to confirm for the coming Thursday, he grudgingly agrees. He's wanted to try that ramen place for a while, anyway, and he's putting too much thought into this. It was just lunch with the team. It's fine.

Then the coming Thursday rolls around, and he's been standing outside the ramen place for 5 minutes and no-one is here and he's going to kill Oikawa-

To: [crying baby noises] From: You oikawa i swear to god where the fuck is everyone. i'm going to aim every spike in practice to you i swear. yahaba would help me

To: You From: [crying baby noises] WAHAHAHA it's okay iwa-chan, someone else you like much better than our sweaty volleyball team is coming ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

To: [crying baby noises] From: You die in a ditch

To: You From: [crying baby noises] you won't be saying that after ur first date! (☆ω☆)

here's her number, since ur gonna need it!

[CRYING BABY NOISES] HAS SENT YOU A CONTACT

Iwaizumi grumbles the entire time he's punching in the number, intending to tell you that you've been set up and you don't need to bother coming, but his phone shows up with an error that he's already got the number saved. He stares at the notification, blinking once, twice, before the elation sets in and-

"Ah, Iwaizumi?" You call his name, walking quickly towards him and giving him a bashful smile. "Sorry I'm late. I wasn't worried because I thought it was just going to be Oikawa talking my ear off, but he texted me to say... well."

He just says your name, blushing but still grinning. You chuckle, and the little display of happiness pushes him to at least try and say something, "Oikawa gave me your number, but..." Iwaizumi trails off.

"He sent yours too." You explain, pulling your phone out and, at last, he's given proof that you're the mystery number and his grin manages to get wider. The cool winter air bites less than it did before. "But I already had it saved."

"Me too." Hajime says, taking a step closer to you and taking a hand tentatively. Your fingers slip between his, and your cheeks are pink from more than just the cold.

"I had a feeling it was you." You admit, still looking at him the way you do in his dreams. "It's nice to finally meet you properly, Phone-chan."

[floatservices]

“i watched you look away.”

ch. 01: like an image passing by 

pairing: atsumu / reader | bokuto / reader

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: the life atsumu breathes into you is just as easily stolen. you find consolation in the wildest of ways.

based on abba’s my love, my life. hhh first fic i’ve written in awhile (ignoring my yr old knb fic ahaha). this was meant to be bokuto ONLY but atsumu had to butt in so i decided it’s both

There are things about him that stay with you constantly. Those moments don’t invade your mind like they used to, rather you keep them hidden—far away from your mind yet close enough to break you down. You forget, after a while, the feeling of his arms around you. If you drift away long enough, there’s some semblance of knowing, a remembrance of the ghost of his touch around you.  

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