#Iwaizumi imagines

[rinsoap]

SONGS THEY LOVE TO MAKE OUT TO!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. iwaizumi hajime. atsumu miya.

note : me after incorporating my music hyperfixation into all my works. also can u tell im so obsessed with all of these men's arms n hands.

SUNA RINTARO: REDBONE BY CHILDISH GAMBINO

makeouts with suna are always distracting you. this night was no different except for the fact that you're on the floor. well, you're sittting on the rug beside his bed that's pushed up to the wall. he's sitting against it, and you're in his lap facing him. you're on your phone, not paying attention to the boy directly in front of you, too busy trying to instruct one of your project partners on how to use microsoft. suna is not usually jealous. who cares if someone's into you? it's not like they have a chance. you never entertain them anyways. he just misses you. he was out of the city for a week for an away game, and he's hardly kissed you since he left. he's had awaken, my love! by childish gambino playing for a while now, head lolling back on the bed, bored out of his mind. "babyyyy" he hums in complaint after you giggle at your phone. "hold on rin, i'm almost done... god these people are so stupid, i swear i'm literally carrying this project" you roll your eyes as your fingers fly across the screen, the tapping filling the silence until your boyfriend groans and brings his head up to look at your pretty face. the intro of redbone kicks in, and his mind starts racing, thinking about all the times he's kissed your lips to this song. his hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his thumb start tracing hearts into your skin. "you're too pretty to be worrying about school," suna pouts, "you should pay attention to... other things..." his suspicious trail off causing your eyes to flick to his face, but before you could find his eye contact, he was planting kisses onto your neck. "rin," you whine, winding up to tell him off, but he makes his way up to your jaw, grinning against your cheek when you catch his eye. "rin i can't..." you sigh, incredibly receptive to his touch despite your words, dropping your phone still open on your messages to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "you just look so beautiful, can’t stop myself," he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours, hands making their way to hold the dip between your jaw and neck. you lean into his desperate kiss, and when your fingers carress the nape of his neck, you feel him smile. "missed you so much baby"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME: NIGHTS BY FRANK OCEAN

makeouts with iwaizumi always start out polite. it's always just one kiss, something casual, until he starts getting needier. you had dragged your boyfriend into another late afternoon nap, him shirtless, and you wearing one of his faded graphic t-shirts. you're woken by the sunlight beaming through iwaizumi's ineffective blinds. his arm is lazily holding you and he's laying on his stomach, you're on your back. you place your hand on his forearm and hum along to the end of hold on by the internet. you had forgotten you put on a playlist. you hear iwaizumi grunt and you giggle. "you awake finally?" he teases, turning on his side to face you and you do the same. "take a guess, genius" you quip back and he tsks. he doesn't say anything though, chest to chest and noses touching, he just stares into your eyes. sometimes he wakes up with you next to him and he is baffled at how he managed to pull someone as gorgeous as you. his eyes only break from yours to flick to your lips, and you can tell he's trying to be discreet by the way they immediately dart back. the song changes, and you both smile at each other knowingly. you were about to exclaim that he should just kiss you, but he interrupts that thought to oblige, and your face goes hot. his kisses still gave you butterflies despite being with him for so long. you kiss him back, matching the way he deepens it, hands over your hips as he pulls you onto him. you gasp at the sudden nature of it, and he grins against your mouth. you break free and move your hands from the sides of his face to his bare chest, but he pulls you closer to kiss up your shoulder and your collarbones and ultimately brings you back to kiss him. as the beat switches, his strong arms hold you tighter, closing whatever distance the two of you might have had before. he groans in your mouth when your hands tangle in his hair, tugging on it slightly when he quietly mumbles, "i love you". he could kiss you all day if he could, and he acts like it.

MIYA ATSUMU: ONE NIGHT ONLY BY SONDER

makeouts with atsumu are intense and frequent. he loves pda, he's the type of guy to use any excuse to show off his girl, and is that such a crime?! he needs to stop kissing you at parties though, i fear you've become that couple. you were both a little tipsy, and when atsumu drinks, he can't take his hands off of you. so when he started kissing on your neck, you rushed him to the bathroom to avert everyone's eyes from the pda. you shut the door behind you, and atsumu quickly takes the opportunity to close the distance between you two until he had you pressed against the door. "oh, hey," you say with a sarcastic smirk that he matches. "hi baby," he bites his lip, looking you up and down and then back to your eyes, "you look so fucking good... i couldn't stop looking at ya, princess" he knows he's not subtle. your heart beats to the bass of the song playing through the door as he cups your cheeks in his big hands. he leans in to kiss you fervently, leaving you breathless and almost as needy as him. his hands thread through your hair and yours do the same as he nips at your lips playfully. you giggle and he pulls back just enough to speak, resting his forehead on yours. "you're so perfect" is all he says before he starts peppering you face and neck with soft kisses, working his way up back to your lips to capture you in a kiss much more intense comparatively. his hands roam your back, and you melt into his touch as the two of you intertwine. the world fades away, it's just you and him and the song. "hey are y'all done in there or what?" osamu knocks irritably, gladly interrupting you much to both of your displeasure. you laugh, and atsumu rolls his eyes. "yeah yeah whatever," he calls out, planting one last kiss on your cheek before you drag him out of the bathroom, "this will be continued later, promise you baby" he's so corny

[atsumwah]

about time

featuring : iwaizumi hajime

includes : you being oikawa's sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties

notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row....the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))

being oikawa's sister had its perks.

you're instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn't care honestly) so really there wasn't anything you can complain about.

except that you have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend.

it's not that he's just hot, like insanely godly hot, he's also really nice. all the years you've known iwaizumi, there wasn't a moment where he wasn't a gentleman to you, despite being together for so long people might mistake you three as siblings.

like when you were five and fell on your knees, he was the one who ran to get the first aid kit (damn your brother he did nothing but laugh, the audacity)

or when you were thirteen when you were scared to walk alone after school without oikawa because he was sick and iwaizumi offered himself up despite having his classes end way earlier than you (and continues to do so when your brother couldn't accompany you)

or when you were 21, drunk off your ass at a bar and having him pick you up, knowing that his campus was literally halfway across town but still came when he heard you sobbing at the other end of the phone.

the little things he does makes your heart flutter, toes curl and mind only filled with thoughts of him. he's the reason why your standards in men are so high and you aren't going to settle less than any of that. you weren't going to settle if it wasn't him.

even so, you're pretty sure he doesn't see you in the same light. again, you've known each other for years, you basically grew up together, so you're pretty sure he only sees you as his best friend annoying little sister (even worse, he's own little sister)

"why does he have to be like that, makki?" you whine, your head lulling to the right to rest on your best friend's shoulder.

"that being?" he teased, taking a sip from his drink as he eyed you from the side.

"you know, irresistibly hot." you gestured to iwaizumi who was working at the counter, "how am i supposed to move on if i see him everyday?"

"that's your own fault. you know he works here."

you did but that's not the point.

"still," you grumbled out, "thought i was being obvious enough. can't he just, i don't know,reject me?"

"honey, you and i both know he's oblivious as hell. i think you need to spell it out for him to get it."

you groaned, hitting your head against the table again.

"hey, what if i set you up with a guy? maybe you'll learn to move on." makki suggested.

it wasn't like the idea of meeting someone new hasn't crossed your mind before. it's just that, well, they're not him.

"did you miss the part where haji's literally perfect and most men aren't?"

"ahem."

"most men besides haji and you aren't."

"better." he said smugly before continuing. "what if i made sure he checks all your boxes, hmm? i know a lot of people."

"i don't know," you bit your lip, "i guess i trust you…"

"that's a dangerous thing to do, you know?"

your head whipped to the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"i'm literally your best friend, dude."

"not by choice."

a chuckle escaped your lips at his bluntness.

"hey!"

"what are you talking about and why are you trusting makki with it?"

before you could even answer, makki did for you.

"we were talking about setting her up on a date," he said proudly.

"a date, huh?" he eyed you from the side, "thought you had all the boys lining up your feet, princess."

you're so unfair, hajime. 

"they're not that interesting, i guess." you said instead.

"good. keep your standards high. you can't trust men these days."

"you're literally a man."

"i'm different."

"ahem." makki not so subtly coughed again.

"like I said, i'm different—ow— i will literally kick you, makki."

you only smiled, never agreeing more with a statement. he was different, or maybe there was something different about the way you felt for him compared to anyone else. and as much as you wanted something more with him, you're smart enough to realize that that dream was way out of reach.

maybe going on a blind date wouldn't be the worst idea.

***

"i'm so gonna kill you!"

"what'd he do?" makki said on the other line.

"not only did he criticize what i ordered, he even took some of my food and didn't even ask for it! he said and i quote 'a pretty thing like you can't finish this, right?' you know i don't share food!"

"i’m sorry bout that honey. he seemed pretty cool when i talked to him before. he did looked excited when he saw a picture of you."

"ugh men. that's it, i'm just gonna wait for my prince charming to come."

"so no more blind dates?"

"nope." you clicked your tongue as you opened the door to your apartment. "thanks hiro, i did appreciate the thought. i'm gonna call it a night."

"alright, sleep tight honey."

you removed the phone lodged between your shoulder and ear before dropping through keys in the bowl next to the door.

"you're home early."

you let out a gasp at the sudden intruder, your heart calming down when you realize who it was. "my god, how did you come in?"

"you gave me the keys, dumbass." iwaizumi shook the spare keys in front of you, then settled himself on the countertop. "so how was your date?"

"how'd you know it was today?" you took off your coat and immediately went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of—well two cans— of something that would probably make you forget your date.

"makki's not one to keep quiet, you know."

"right. well, it's a lost cause you could say."

"that bad?"

"yup," you downed it down immediately, wincing at the aftertaste. "what're you doing here anyways? it's late."

"had to make sure you got back safe." he said nonchalantly, "your brother would've nagged me if something happened to you."

"i'm a big girl, hajime. i can take care of myself." you said, annoyed, though your beating heart says otherwise. "pretty sure he's dying for me to get someone. he's always saying how i'm repulsing men."

"we both know that's not true, princess," he says.

ugh there it is again. that stupid nickname that makes you weak in the knees for the man in front of you.

"yeah well…" you started, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, "i appreciate you coming to check up on me but i don't need another brother breathing down my back, alright?"

you expect him to shrug it off or to roll his eyes like oikawa would but instead you're confused at his next words.

"do i really give off that impression to you?"

you turned your head towards him. it almost sounded like he was hurt. "what do you mean?"

"nothing." he says almost instantly after that. "nothing, i just— forget i said anything." and with that he goes off to grab his coat hanging by the rack.

but you were curious. because the way he said it seemed like it was out of surprise. like it's the first time he realized that.

"wait," you grabbed his arm before he could go. "tell me what you mean by that?"

was it the booze that made you act this way too? yeah probably.

" 's doesn't matter. forget it, alright?" he makes a move to leave but tug his arm out. you hold on tighter.

"tell me." you say, persistently. "i’m not letting you go until you tell me. i'll jump on your back right now even."

"let go."

"for someone bigger than my brother you sure are a wimp."

"are you trying to provoke me?"

"is it working?" you said before adding, "wimp."

"it's not working."

you pouted. "it always works with tooru."

"that's because he has a huge ego." he let out a yelp when you actually fulfilled your threat by jumping on his back. "hey, get off!"

"not until you tell me!" you locked your legs around him with your arms around his neck to stay determined. "this usually works on tooru too. only it involves a lot more hair pulling." you said triumphantly, before realizing how close your face has gotten to his. apparently he noticed it too judging by how wide his eyes are and how red he looks up close.

"if i tell you, you might hate me." he whispers, words only for you to hear.

"i could never hate you." that's ridiculous. you were literally in love with him, hello?

he looked uncertain, but eventually gave in when you were still stubborn to let him go.

“...i like you, y/n."

pardon?

"if you're messing with me, i will pull your hair out." you managed to say.

"please don't. mine doesn't grow as fast as your shitty brother."

"you're…for real then?"

"yes."

"then why would you think i hate you?"

iwaizumi winced, like the next few words were gonna be painful. "you said you think of me as a brother."

"because i thought you only saw me as a sister!" you blurted out.

"what?" his big saucer eyes matching your own. "what're you saying?"

"i'm in love with you." you bit your lip and continued on. "i've been in love with you ever since i can remember."

there. it was finally out, no takesies backsies. honestly it felt good to have that in the open. it was like ripping off a bandaid, painful but at the same time, relieving.

but then panic set in when he didn't say anything for a solid minute.

you watched as his face slowly turned red till the tip of his ears and his mouth opening, closing, as if still figuring out what to say. his hands moved first, slowly taking you off of his back and turning your body so you were now hugging him from the front, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"so… we like each other?" he says, lips unbelievably close to your own.

"apparently."

"so if i wanted to kiss you, your would say…" he trails off, eyes solely focusing on your lips.

"i'd say it's about damn time, haji." you mimicked his movements.

"about damn time," he mutters before claiming your lips with his.

about damn time indeed.

[fattuccini-afraido]

Iwaizumi: I don't know why you're so confident you'll win. You don't even know the names of all the pieces.

Sugawara: But I do know the names. I've simply rebranded them. My queen is Beyonce, my king is Rihanna, and this little guy is Oikawa.

Sugawara: Would you be willing to murder Oikawa, the love of your life?

Iwaizumi: Yes, chess Oikawa means nothing to me.

[kisskawa]

— kiss me quick

the first time you’d kissed iwaizumi had been delicate and affectionate and fake.

the focus of his grandma’s excited interrogation, you’d been bombarded with questions since your arrival and the kiss had been the only way to consolidate your clunky answers. they’d been awkward though true, and admitting your first attraction to iwaizumi had your tongue drying and cheeks warming far sooner than expected.

the kiss had smoothened your stammering words, endearing in their shyness. and perhaps most importantly, it had been enough to convince iwaizumi’s family to all take a step back, giving you space to let out a shaky exhale.

iwaizumi eyed you gratefully, gaze fond and ever so caring it made your chest ache. his hand hadn’t left yours since he had picked you up for the family gathering and he squeezes yours tightly. a thank you maybe, or just a sign to say i’m here, it’s ok.

but you hadn’t felt alright. not when your breath rattled through your lungs and your lips tugged into a forced smile, stuck in a way that hid your fake relationship, your true feelings.

you finally let the cover drop in iwaizumi’s car, surrounded by the comfort of his warm leather seats, the familiar smell of his cologne and the stack of pay-and-display parking tickets that tracked your chronicles together. the sigh that escaped you had been building throughout the day and now seemed unavoidable as your chest heaved. idle fingers worked at the seams of the passenger seat, trailing stitches up and down until iwaizumi’s hand lifted from the gearstick to place your palms together again.

“you ok?” he murmured, hardly louder than the radio’s static.

you hummed non-committally, gaze fixed on your intertwined hands as your feelings began to overwhelm, presenting themselves in the form of pesky heat, pricking terribly at your eyes.

a call of your name snapped you out of your haze, stern this time. and you realised iwaizumi was squeezing your hand once more, scenery no longer moving around you.

your silence didn’t last long, it never did around hajime.

“please don’t ask me to do this again,” your voice nothing more than a whisper, “i can’t do this again.”

“ok,” iwaizumi’s reply came simply, “i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or bad, i’m sorry.”

you shook your head, eyes tightly shut, “it wasn’t. i’m never uncomfortable around you, i just--” your words choke you, but still, you will them out, tumbling gracelessly as they expel from your throat, “please don’t kiss me if you don’t mean it.”

hajime falters, “what if i do?”

your eyes open. “what?”

“what if i meant it when i kissed you?”

“i think,” you swallow, “if you meant it back when you asked me to come with you,” you peek a nervous glance at iwaizumi who nods, confirming your suspicions, “then you’re an idiot.”

hajime bursts into laughter, taken by surprise at the sudden return of the you he’s so familiar with, the you he so adores.

“you would’ve said yes if i asked you normally?” hajime checks once his amused guffaws have trickled down into fond little chuckles.

you roll your eyes, smiling all the same as you answer, “when have i ever said no to you?” hajime grins, lips curved as he presses them against your knuckles. plans run through his mind already, thoughts going a mile a minute with you by his side. the car moves off again.

[toomanygoldfish]

apple juice at a coffee shop

“could I get an apple juice?” Your order may be fairly simple but at least it’s consistent.

you and Iwaizumi were at a local coffee shop, wasting your time before the movie you were supposed to watch started.

“sure! what size?” She looked up at you expectantly.

“let’s go with… medium” The barista picked up a cup and wrote something small on it before passing it to her coworker.

“of course one medium apple juice coming right up!” She turned to Iwaizumi, “and for you sir?”

his eyes widened in surprise like he wasn’t expecting to be asked something like that. His eyes frantically looked into the menu.

“Oh…. Um …. Can I get a medium London fog?” The barista smiled lightly at him before marking his cup and handing it to her coworker once more.

“of course. Is that it for you two?” she asked mildly. Iwaizumi looked to you in mild panic.

Noticing his panic you quickly end the conversation,“yup, thank you” you turn to your boyfriend.

“iwa? A London fog? I didn’t take you for a tea kind of person”

“it’s tea??” “yes?? What did you think you got?!” You notice someone standing behind him, so you loosely pull his arm, guiding him out of the person’s way.

“I don’t know? It was on the board as a barista favorite, and I’ve never been here before, so I was kinda caught off guard.”

Chuckling lightly you look at him with a raised brow, “you got a new drink because it was somebody’s favorite?”

“yes…” He leans against the pickup counter, “to be fair I didn’t know what else to get.”

You stare into his soul for a second longer before looking away, “you’re strange.”

“ and yet, you love me for it.” He reaches for you hand and holds it in his own.

“that I do,” you squeeze his hand affectionately, “your tea is ready”

he grabs his tea from the barista and walks away, he pulls you after him not once letting go of your hand. once you are a few meters away from the counter he pauses and brings the cup up to his nose, sniffing hard. he pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how to feel about the smell before going in for another sniff. He does this three more times.

“Pfft- you look like a weirdo right now, just a buff dude leaning over his hot drink sniffing hard” you start to pull him towards the exit, he follows you haltingly, stopping every few feet to sniff the cup again.

“Have you ever had a London fog?” He walks to the door and pushes it open, holding it for you as you step through it.

“no, I don’t know what’s in it”

“neither do I”

“ you should look it up, let’s sit here”

You sit down on a bench outside the coffee shop. You had started to take some small sips of your apple juice as you checked you socials. When you glance over at Iwaizumi, he is intensely staring at his phone.

He puts down his phone and catches your eye, “it is gray tea and steamed milk” he gives you a small smile and you return it.

He goes to take a si, but right before he sips, he brings the cup back up to your nose. You snort because he has never been the type of person to be scared by trivial things, let alone a new drink.

He turns to you once more,“it smells like lavender, smell it” he passes you the drink, carful not to spill its hot contents on you. you bring it closer to you nose, and take a deep breath. “ooo it does! Take a sip!”

He very cautiously brings it to his lips. Iwaizumi takes a tentative sip then closes his eyes, deep in thought.

He hesitates then says “it tastes like lavender… it tastes like how a microwave sock smells”

You blanch,“I’m sorry? A microwave sock?”you swivel to look him in the eyes, and repeat very slowly “a microwave sock?”

He places his drink down on the table. “you know….” He pauses to think for a second “The one where you put it in the microwave and heat it up, some girls use it for cramps?”

You blink incredulously at him. “a rice sock?”

“yes! that’s the thing, here try it!” You grab the drink from in front of him, you drink slowly, careful not to burn you tongue.

You pause to think carefully, and the more you think about it the more you realize that he had gotten the taste spot on. “oh, OH your right!!”

you slide the drink back over to him, and he grabs it and starts to drink. He manages to burn his tongue. Iwaizumi takes another sip and wrinkles his nose. “Do you not like it?” He face was scrunched up adorably, but it softened into a small smile when he saw you looking at him.

“it’s not my favorite,” he says honestly “I mean, it feels like something you would take studying, but I’m not studying, I’m on a date with my lover”

now it’s your turn to wrinkle your nose at his wording. “don’t say it like that! It sounds like I’m you affair partner”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and sips at his drink again, he gives a noncommittal “Mmm.”

you look at his face and chuckle. “You can toss it ya know”

“with the liquid in the cup?”

You shrug “I don’t see why not, you could also pour it out”

He checks his phone and goes to stand up, “ok, our movie is in like 3 minutes, let’s go.” The two of you start on your way to the theater behind you. Iwaizumi stops next to the plants running next to the walk way. He pulls the lid off of the cup and slowly pours it into the ground. You speak up from behind him.

“do you think it’s cannibalism?”

“what?” “giving your tea to the plants,” you pause and stare intently at the wet patch of dirt, “they are drinking the soul of their brethren” he gives you a strange look before putting the lid on the cup.

“I think everything is a cannibal if giving the chance.” He shrugs and throws his cup into a trash can nearby. “given the chance… iwa I think you mean, ‘put in dire situation’ cause if you say it like that….” You widened your eyes, chuckling and look deliberately to the side.

Iwaizumi gives you a weird look before grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. “Alright, let’s move on from that topic, let’s go to the movies”

You smile widely, “with your affair partner!”

“no-“

[rishiguro]

58; ASSISTANCE

you didn’t know what time it was. you’ve been in bed most of the day, occasionally sat on a chair if you felt like walking a few steps.

you wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t. so instead you opted to do something that was equally as productive: doing nothing.

that was until you heard the door knock. “it’s sakusa,” the nurse‘s voice sounded muffled through the wooden door.

“come in”

you quickly glanced at him before turning to the window, playing with your fingers in your lap. “you know you don’t have to announce yourself every time. i’ll let you in anyways,” you said and shrugged, “i know it’s you”

“maybe you just shouldn’t let anybody in if you don’t know who they are,” he quipped back. you could hear that he had a very slight smile on his lips. “serial killers in the seventies would’ve loved you, not even locking your doors”

you turned back to him, raising your eyebrows a little. “i can’t even lock it”

he shrugged. “besides, it’s common courtesy”

you didn’t reply, instead opted to continue to stare outside. honestly, you didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

all you wanted was to rot in your bed and waste the day away.

“it’s been a while, i’m going to open the window”

you nodded and just a short moment after he entered your field of view. after letting the fresh air in, sakusa still stood in front of the open window.

it was pleasantly warm and sunlight entered your room. a warm late spring-early summer day. for a short moment the thought of going outside crossed your mind.

to feel the warm sun on your skin again, feel the breeze caress your cheeks and hear some birds chirping above you as they sat on a tree branch. you would want to take a deep breath in and out and a smile would appear on your face.

for a short moment, life would feel okay again—like everything would be alright. you would feel free, away from this place. it would be like you were just outside your home, maybe in the park, with your friends or your boyfriend accompanying you.

but it wouldn’t be. you wouldn’t be at the park just a few blocks away from your home. you wouldn’t be able to take a deep breath in so easily and you wouldn’t be outside with iwaizumi, aran or anybody else.

deep inside, you would know that you were outside with your assigned nurse, strolling inside the garden of the hospice you were currently in and you would feel the nasal canulla directing oxygen into your lungs and the oxygen tank right beside you.

no matter what, you couldn’t escape your reality, not even for a small moment.

but oh how you wanted to.

suddenly, you noticed how sakusa had turned around and nodded at you. “come on, get up,” he said.

you looked at him all confused, mentally checking your calendar. did you forget something? no, you couldn’t have. “why? i don’t have an appointment, do i?“ you responded with a frown.

he agreed with you before motioning you to get up again. “we’re going for a walk. weather is nice and it’s too stuffy here,” he proposed, looking at you expectantly. when he noticed that you refused to move, he glanced outside again. “i’m already getting a headache”

“no thank you,” you simply said, turning your upper body away from him. if it was such a pain for him to be in this room, he could leave. you didn’t call for him in the first place and you certainly wouldn’t make him stay here and keep you company— especially not if he’d feel uncomfortable.

sakusa cleared his throat. “that wasn’t a question,” he said with a stern voice. looking back at him, you could see how he stared at you with a raised eyebrow, the same look you would have when you had tried to get atsumu to move and make space for you on your own couch or when suna was about to pull some stupid shit again.

much to sakusa’s dismay, you still didn’t make an attempt to move. he sighed. “come on. sunlight will do you good. you’re so pale, i can practically see through you”

you kept quiet when he started to move away from your bed. for a short moment you hoped that he gave up and was about to leave you alone, yet instead of opening the door, he navigated towards your closet and pulled out a thin jacket. “please,” he tried again, holding the black jacket in one hand, the other extended to you.

“fine”

a small and rare smile appeared on his lips and sakusa immediately rushed to your side and offered you his hand, which you took. after standing up and slipping into some shoes, the nurse helped you put on your jacket.

“thanks,” you whispered.

he didn’t acknowledge it much, simply nodding and opening the door for you. “come on”

after a few minutes and rather small and slow steps, you were finally outside, taking in fresh air for what felt like the first time in a long time. you didn’t want to admit it out loud, but it felt good.

it felt like everything was normal. like you just got off from a long day of work and allowed yourself a stroll outside before going back home to make yourself some dinner and allow the day to end.

even if you knew that you haven’t been at work for weeks, if not months at this point. even if you haven’t been at home for a long time too. you clenched your jaw subconsciously.

you shouldn’t dwell on that now. not during your first walk outside, not as you finally got to enjoy the sunlight and the warm breeze again. just for a few more minutes.

soon, reality hit you again. you could feel your chest tightening as it was getting harder and harder to breathe and after a while, you couldn’t conceal it anymore.

“do you need a minute?“ sakusa asked carefully, slowing down to match your pace again.

you shook your head, clenching your fist at your side. “no, i’m fine”

you felt a hand on your back before you even noticed that you weren’t walking anymore. you shut your eyes for a moment, trying to force your breathing to stay steady and your heart rate to slow down. “here’s a bench, sit down“

“i don’t need to,“ you protested, but still allowed sakusa to guide you closer to it.

he shook his head slightly, pushing you closer to the bench. “don’t be an idiot. sit. sitting outside also counts as getting sunlight and fresh air”

you didn’t protest any further— you couldn’t, even if you wanted to. you could feel your legs growing weaker underneath you, so it was obvious that you had to sit down to catch your breath. with closed eyes you concentrated on letting air inside your lungs and allowing it to exit it through your mouth, slowly and controlled.

“it’s okay. that’s it,“ sakusa mumbled beside you, his hand still on your back. you were grateful for his words of encouragement, even if you wouldn’t admit that. truth was, you were happy that he was sitting next to you and allowed you to take as much time as you needed and saw that you needed to take a break in the first place.

you hated this. you hated not being able to walk for more than a few minutes before having to slow down or stop entirely. you hated feeling so weak. you hated having almost no control over your body. you hated how easy it was for you to exhausted. you hated how you needed help with the simplest task even a three or four year old could master, like putting on a jacket.

and you hated how angry you sometimes felt towards sakusa; a person who was just doing his job and a person who was there first whenever you needed something these days.

you couldn’t help it— and you felt terrible because of it.

“can we go back inside? i’m tired,” you mumbled after you caught your breath.

“yeah,” sakusa stands up, offering you a hand to help you get up. “come on”

with a weak smile you took it and allowed him to guide you back inside.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[prodshima]

love languages (two) 𖤐

warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)

characters: kuroo & hajime

notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!

-> click here for: [ part one ]

kuroo tetsuro - acts of service

kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.

you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?

well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.

—

“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open

you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other

just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.

“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags

kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”

you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”

sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch

“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag

“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers

your mouth drops open in shock

just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours

kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.

“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips

“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”

he smirks

sneaky little shit.

iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation

it’s one of those days again.

those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people

it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.

but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.

he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head

-

“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face

how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?

you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day

it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street

and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him

“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom

hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you

and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day

hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"

he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there

perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.

[justwonder113]

You being a badass and them being proud of you

Includes: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei

WARNING: reader is a female, Mentions of perverts and sexual harassment (not on the reader, they try to defend others), catcalling and stalking in iwa's part. Unconsented taking of pictures in matsun's part. please do not read if you're uncomfortable with these topics. And please stay careful. Use of curse words. Please tell me if I missed anything.

Iwaizumi Hajime

You were out of the restaurant waiting for your now already boyfriend to get his car so you two could get home and watch some movies. You and Iwaizumi had been friends for a while but there was always something else between you two and it got to the point where it was no use in hiding it so Iwaizumi finally got the courage and asked you out, and it was honestly the best descision he ever made because now you could call each other boyfriend and girlfriend.

You were feeling beyond giddy, you couldn't wait until you got to your apartment cuddle and watch some movies, spend time in a comfortable place instead of this overly fancy one. The dinner was wonderful and the place was beyond beautiful but both of you seemed out of place and slightly uncomfortable, so you thought changing space would help.

Smile crept up on your face once you saw a familliar car and you were about to head towards it when you heard commotion. You looked for the reason and saw a girl about your age with a troubled expression. You looked behind her and saw a man, who, based on his sluggish movements, was drunk out is mind was pestering her. You felt sorry for the poor girl because she looked beyond uncomfortable and tried her best to shoo him off, but, unfortunately, he was not taking the hint. Iwaizumi stepped out of the car to see what was taking your attention his brows furrowed with worry so that you were ignoring him, when you headed to the girl and took her hand, giving her the brightest smile ever.

"There you are sweetheart I have been searching for you everywhere! I was so worried!" You carefully examined her to see if she was hurt somewhere, thankfully she was only frightened, she was cluthcing your hand tightly, you squeezed her hand in return.

"I lost my way.." she stuttered out her voice squeaky "I'm sorry."

"No worries, as long as you're safe, come on let's return to others." You tried to take the girl away from the creep but the guy stood in front of you and stopped you from proceeding you raised your eyebrow looking unpleased with the hold up but you kept your cool from the corner of your eye you could see Iwaizumi looking at you confused.

"It's rude to leave the conversation like that!" The man groaned at her in displeasure making the poor girl hide behind you. You shielded her with best of your abilities and glared at the man in front of you.

"It would be if it was a normal conversation not you pestering my poor friend with your vile and disgusting comments. You have to be twice our age if not more learn to take no as an answer!" You seethed clearly not amused with the hold up. The man looked furious and he was about to do someting about his rage but you didn't let him. "Don't even try, I have been recording everything with my phone and there's cameras everywhere, one wrong move and I promise that I will destroy your life." You stood your ground, Iwaizumi now next to you glaring diggers at the man, on high alert to protect you if anything happens. The man muttered some incohrent stuff and quickly left.

You sighed in relief, Iwaizumi's hand was immediately around you, he looked beyond worried. "I'm fine, really I am" you reassured him but he didn't really buy it. You looked for the girl and she immediately hugged you, while crying her eyes out.

"Thank you so much! He had been following me for blocks, I tried to tell him off but he wouldn't listen, my phone died too and I couldn't call anyone." her shoulders shook violently, you cooed at her and tried to calm her, even started patting her hair, Iwaizumi left you for a second, but not before asking if you two were fine, and returned in a second with water so she would calm down.

"It's okay, he's gone now. You did good to keep your cool, you did really well." You reassured her for a while until you made sure she was okay. "Where do you live? We can give you a ride if you're too scared to go alone." You suggested and the girl nodded her head, still not letting go of your head. You looked at Iwaizumi too see if it was fine and he gave you a soft smile.

"Come on let's get you home." Iwaizumi led you two to his car, you sat in the backseat with the girl, who still looked shaken, not letting go of her hand."

"Here take these," you gave her your pepper spray you had with you all of the time, "it's not much but it can make you feel a bit more safe. And here's my number, "you gave her a piece of paper you had scribbled on earlier, "call me if you're ever alone and are afraid to walk alone, I will do my best to help you okay?"

"Thank you so much! How can I repay you?" She looked at you with awe.

"You have nothing to repay me for, I did something anyone would do." You gave her a soft smile but she shook her head.

"Please I insist!" She stood her ground which made you chuckle.

"Well how about this? You can invite me to a drink? I feel we can be friends, we have at least one thing to talk about" you smiled as you beckoned her gaze to the keychain of your favourite band she had. She immediately beamed at you and nodded her head.

*

You watched her as she got into the building, Iwaizumi's hand tight around your waist. You turned to him about to say sorry that your plans your plans got delayed and that you couldn' just let her go alone but before you could even stutter out a word he bought you in closer by your waist and smashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that had you breathless in a second.

"I'm really proud of you you know that right?" He asked after he felt satisfied of the kiss. You had no idea how could he act so calm when you barely kept your shit together. It was your first kiss together! "I think I fell for you all over again." He teased but his eyes were clearly saying that he was genuine. You beamed at him.

"Didn't take you as the cheezy kind babe, but I appreciate your words." You leaned in and kissed him softly. "Come on let's go to my place now, I really want to take this dress off and I definetly wouldn't mind some cuddles." You bumped you hip against him, he rolled his eyes but still went and opened your door for you.

"Okay spoiled girl," he chuckled, proud grin never once leaving his face.

Matsukawa Issei

Both of you were in the train heading for the cinemas to see a movie you've been dying to see. Everyone who had seen it was talking about how great and amazing it was and you were dying with excitement. You were also excited you could hang out with Matsun, college had been shit for both of you and you barely had time to spend time with each other. It was a perfect chance to go out like a normal couple. All you did when you saw each other was cuddle or nap or maybe both. And as much as you loved doing absolutely nothing with him, you loved doing various stuff with him more. He just was just so full of adventures and exciement, also effortlessly funny, he never failed to make you laugh or just feel good. And, weirdly, despite being a chaos incarnate, his presense always calmed you down and soothed you, that's what you loved the most about him.

Even now you felt really content, leaning against him against the wall in the subway while he had his arms around you and occasionally left kisses on your temple. It didn't even bother you that the train was overcrowded and there was barely any room to breathe.

The train stopped at the station and thankfully many people left the train, honestly it was actually getting hard to breathe. But in the slightly less crowded train you saw the sight that made your blood boil instantly. Some kind of pervert was standing behind the girl and "discreetly" was taking pictures of her undewrear underneath her skirt, she looked so uncomfortable with him breathing down her neck too despite there being more room now, what made you angrier tho was that noone was doing anything to stop it!

Knowing you had to act you took out your phone and left's Issei's embrace leaving him puzzled. You turned on the camera and started filming the pervert. You coughed and started talking as loud as you could to gather as much attention as possible "here ladies and gentlemen we have a sick pervert! Let's all just check him out carefully!" You started your speech carefully and made sure his face was in the shot and it was apparent what he was doing, you even zoomed on his camera, he locked his phone but he was too late you had already filmed what he was doing. "Excuse me sir what did lead you to be this disgusting and to take pictures of girls without their concent? Looking at this girl she doesn't even seem to know you, look at poor girl's face." The man tried to reach for your phone but you quickly dodged him. " Don't even try sir, even if you got my phone the whole train just head how much of a sick pervert you are. Don't want to add any more charges to your case do we?" You fakely cooed at him, looking at the sick bastard with hatered. He looked seething mad but didn't know how to act. While he looked confused on what to do you eyed your boyfriend and motioned him at his phone. Matsun got your point and took his phone, the man tried to fight it but quickly gave up once he realized he was no match for your boyfriend. Even if he tried anything the whole train looked at him with so much disgust he wouldn't dare to do anything. You turned to the girl, careful not to get her face in the shot. Matsun took your phone and aimed it at the culprit who was glued to the place not daring to even look up. "I'm sorry I made you senter of attention like this, are you okay?" You whispered at her while you carefully examined her.

"I'm fine. Gosh I didn't notice him doing anything!" The girl was barely holding in tears, you carefully patted her arm to calm her down even a little. "Don't worry we will drag his ass to the police and make sure he deletes all the pictures he took. Who knows how many did he take." She looked at you with grateful eyes. "Thank you." You smiled. Few of the other passengers also praised you which made you smile. Matsun also looked at you with pleased expression and winked at you a few times to ease you up.

Once the train stopped you two dragged the bastard and showed him to the first authority figure you saw and told him that went down in the train and even showed him the video.

The perverted guy had also been noticed doing other shady stuff so police assured you his sentence wouldn't be easy and let you leave.

You two headed to the cinemas then and, thankfully, the movie hadn't started yet! You even had few minutes to spare.

"Yay we made it in time!" You couldn't help but cheer. Matsun smiled at you and kissed your cheek obnoxiouslty loud making you whine.

"Who knew you were such a badass." He mused as he wrapped his hands around you now leaning in to kiss your lips.

"Oh come on!" You rolled your eyes but he didn't stop.

"I think I fell for you all over again!" He exclaimed dramatically and watching your unamused expression, he decided to tease even more. "I'm telling you I almost got a boner!" The last comment made you snap your head at him, trying to shush him. Few curios heads even turned in your direction, making you want to hide in embarrasment.

"Issei!" You hissed at him, but he only chuckled and ruffled your hair, causing to whine yet again.

"Okay okay, I'll stop. But you really were a badass out there, so hot!" He smiled at you and took your hand in his. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, feeling content to be in his arms.

[lyssasdrafts]

— FOOTNOTE

relationship: iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

includes: friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst (?), a little bit ooc for iwaizumi

like you always do, you wait for him at the bus stop, ignoring the sound of water hitting the shelter you’re sitting under. looking away from your phone, you check to make sure that it’s definitely raining.

hey i’m so sorry i’m running late

i’ll be there in 10mins?

you let out a sigh as you realize you’ll have to walk out in this weather, before you respond.

yeah sure it’s alright

i brought my umbrella too so

so glad to have a friend like you, thanks 👍

you consider getting up and going without him. you’re running late and you’ll be soaking by the time you make it. but you don’t. you don’t ever get up.

because you’d always wait for him. even if you know your feelings aren’t returned, you’d wait. you’d wait for him as long as it took. even if it’s raining.

“you told me that patience won’t change how you felt.”

you don’t mind sharing an umbrella. iwaizumi offers to hold over both of you, and tells you to move closer to him.

“aren’t you gonna be cold?” he asks.

“so i’ll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship.”

from afar, you two look like a couple. his arm is around you, pulling you close enough that you can hear strangers who you nod at as you walk by whispering “aren’t they sweet?” when they think you’re out of earshot.

“let’s hope the weather is nicer than this in California,” you smile, he perks up when you mention his scholarship.

“then who’s gonna walk with you everyday?”

“i’m sure i’ll find someone,” you poke at him.

“you’d probably get lost by yourself”

“should’ve let you drown in the rain.” you laugh.

“so i’ll just take a footnote in your life.”

the truth is that you don’t want him to leave. you don’t want him to leave behind his life, the one that he shared so much of with you. you don’t want to drift apart from each other.

“we ate at a restaurant, the host said we’re cute.”

“thank you, we’re not together though.” he laughs, you don’t know if you should smile or look away from him.

“we are both good looking, though, are we not?” you wait until you’re both alone to make that joke.

he makes a face at you before he chuckles, “in your dreams, you wish.”

“we shared the moscato and laughed cause it’s true, for me.”

you’d dropped him off at the airport yesterday.

iwaizumi is the type to comfort you by taking your hand or patting you on the back. he prefers to show his affection by doing little things; he offers to carry your bags for you, he listens when you’re upset and won’t admit it, or like when he held that umbrella you shared.

hugs from iwaizumi are rare. but when it’s the last call and he’s supposed to be boarding the plane in a few minutes, your friend doesn’t know what else to do but to pull you in.

“i swear i’ll call you everyday,” he mutters as he notices you’re crying.

“you taught me a lesson, that feelings are reckless.”

and so you find yourself the day after walking alone for the first time, trying not to step into a puddle. you hadn’t realized how quick the autumn season was passing by until now. you notice how cold the wind has become while pondering about your best friend who’d just left. you stop in your tracks after you see a message from iwaizumi.

just landed. gotta unpack now 😭

maybe you’re glad you never acted on your feelings for him. that you’re not holding him back if you had confessed. you’re glad you were even able to be a part of his life, even if he’ll just remember you as “someone he used to know back home.”

“but a footnote will do. (please don’t forget me.)”

[makkir0ll]

between you and your husband, you were the one more…vocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with x’s, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.

people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesn’t reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.

it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.

it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.

and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.

you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,

[rinsoap]

˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big seijoh four's status!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : oikawa tooru. iwaizumi hajime. matsukawa issei. hanamaki takahiro.

note : random headcanons lol. it was really fun so i may do this with kuroo, kenma, akaashi, and bokuto if i'm feelin crazy. BTW, THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE LATE TEENS-EARLY TWENTIES SO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN READING!

OIKAWA TOORU:

favourite song/artist/album: he's been super obsessed with 360 by charli xcx him n electronic pop are like this 🤞 he loves likes his rnb girlies so of course kali uchis is his favourite he knows all the lyrics to fue mejor and he doesn't even know spanish! the SZA version of course!!! bc his favourite album is ctrl by SZA the superior sza album

favourite movie/show: he likes psychological horror or classic 2000s romcoms so probably midsommar or 10 things i hate about you. look me in the eye and tell me he isn't a gleek. you can't.

favourite colour: dark blue. he thinks he looks the best in it he would be right

favourite subject/grades: math. he's lowkey good at it? his grades are pretty solid but his fatal flaw is that he gets bored easily unless it's something that really interests him or if it's something he's good at.

tattoos (yes/no): NOT REALLY! him and iwaizumi plan on getting matching tattoos. probably a little doodle of something knight related. he doesn't really want a lot of tattoos other than that.

piercings: he wants a nose ring but he's scaredddd omg. for his eighteenth birthday, iwa n mattsun n makki dragged him to the piercing shop to get it pierced bc he would not shut the fuck up about it 😭

celebrity crush: it changes all the time. he's in lovee with pinkpantheress rn. and also christian bale specifically his velvet goldmine premier look..... god he's so fucking fine sorry im projecting

IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

favourite song/artist/album: he's a casual neosoul enjoyer of course he grew up on it the filipinos love their neosoul n jazz so his favourite song since BIRTH has been on & on by erykah badu. it's between that and sometimes. he was GEEKED to know erykah was on a tyler, the creator song bc that is his favouritee artist real ones know he put suna on it's hard for him to name his favourite album that isn't by tyler but if he had to he would choose channel orange by frank ocean.

favourite movie/show: godzilla. nuff said. he's kind of a jojo's bizarre adventure fan. ok he's actually a huge jojo's fan he just likes to LIE and say he's just a "casual" enjoyer.

favourite colour: green or brown.

favourite subject/grades: literature/academia/history. he's really interested in reading but he can't stand writing essays. his grades are good, everyone thinks he's naturally smart but he did pretty awfully in elementary school until he got his act together lol.

tattoos (yes/no): YES kind of. matching tattoos with oikawa of course. i bet he's got a couple precolonial filipino tribal tattoos too lord he's so fine but other than that, i don't think he's a big fan of tattoos unless they're not very visible at first glance.

piercings: he's got a gold nose stud that he got drunk with mattsun one night and he lowkey regrets it until someone compliments him on it then his confidence is through the roof for the rest of the day

celebrity crush: steve lacy..... he doesn't know if he wants him or wants to be him. OH AND CLEO SOL. she is so beautiful and he is obsessed with her energy.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI:

favourite song/artist/album: he's a slut so his favourite song is probably dreams, fairytales, fantasies by A$AP ferg.... don't shoot the messenger! you cannot convince me that he isn't a crazy frank ocean dick rider. "what do y'all know about frank ocean" is his favourite phrase. he's been in his top artist for spotify wrapped since novacane came out. his favourite album is probably WASTELAND by brent faiyaz because yes i still do believe he is a brent stan.

favourite movie/show: all four of them are really into the spiderverse just ask him where he was when the into the spiderverse release date was announced. his favourite show would probablyyyy be death note he wants to fuck ryuk

favourite colour: pink, purple, and probably some obscure shit like amaranth.

favourite subject/grades: any weird extracurricular that doesn't require a lot of academic knowledge like jewlery making or somethin. it's not that he hates school exactlyyyyy, it's that he finds it soo boring. he has never studied for anything in his life but somehow, his grades haven't gone to shit yet, IN FACT, his grades are pretty good like Bs at worst. the whole team hates him for this.

tattoos (yes/no): YES. he had a tattoo phase for a brief period and he BEGGED all his friends to let him practice like he would PAY some of them. he didn't want to practice on himself at first because his pain tolerence is surprisingly low but hanamaki and oikawa pleaded him to stop being such a pussy because they didn't want anymore shaky ignorant tattoos lol. his phase fizzled out for a little bit and people are shocked that he has this skill because he's not a tattoo artist?? it boosts his ego lol

piercings: he's planning on getting a tongue piercing (and bringing hanamaki too so he can get the vertical eyebrow piercing he's been wanting for a while)

celebrity crush: like i said, he's a slut, so he has a handful... brent faiyaz, alexa demie, dominic fike, jhené aiko, summer walker.... and i get him!!

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO:

favourite song/artist/album: this mf will listen to anything tbh but he's a fan of alternative bedroom indie music like wallows, rex orange county, and tame impala, so his favourite song is can i call you tonight? by dayglow. but we all know at his CORE, he is a barb... he loves nicki minaj him and oikawa were SO invested in the nicki/meg beef. speaking of, oikawa put him on so much electronic so now his favourite album is CAPRISONGS by fka twigs.

favourite movie/show: him n mattsun watch superbad RELIGIOUSLY do Not talk to meeeee. he will admit fully with his chest that total drama island is 100% his favourite.

favourite colour: pink obviously. sometimes he says vermillion for literally no other reason other than it sounds fancy. he doesn't even know what it looks like 😭

favourite subject/grades: he does not like school so he doesn't have a favourite subject.... he sits in the back on his phone mostly and copies off of iwaizumi and mattsun. oikawa Refuses to let him copy off him because he is STINGY and iwaizumi only does because hanamaki's grades are kind of abysmal 🙏

tattoos (yes/no): definitely. he has some ignorant patchwork on his upper arm and a couple of his thigh, a product of mattsun's tattoo phase. he likes em a lot but he only ever gets them when intoxicated tbh. he almost got a tramp stamp once but iwaizumi finally talked him out of it after an hour of protest. it was oikawa's idea of course.

piercings: LOOK AT HIS FACE AND THEN LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND THEN TELL ME HE WOULDN'T HAVE A SEPTUM. he's been thinking about getting a vertical eyebrow piercing but he's worried it will heal bad.

celebrity crush: his thoughts that are not about dylan minette are about kali uchis. need i say more.

[kurooh]

QUICKIES ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. he thinks the rush and risk of a quickie with you is the best feeling ever.

⟡ feat. timeskip! miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, creampies, oral sex [m&f], cum swallowing, wall sex, public sex & exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, squirting, sex against a window, not proofread !!

⟡ xoxo, juno: my heart goes out to the neglected haikyuu fans on my blog. this is for you <3

— MIYA ATSUMU.

“tsumu,” you pant, head falling back into the lockers behind you with a small thud that’s unheard over the sound of skin against skin.

you’re balancing on one jelly-like leg, back pressed into the lockers, the other leg hanging on his arm, toes curling. “oh, right there, tsumu, please,” a breathy whimper leaves your parted lips, and he angles his hips slightly, snapping his cock into you harder. each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, and atsumu knows he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep clenching like this, your pretty face scrunched with pleasure from him.

“fuck, babe— ughhh, yer so pretty like this..” he buries his face in your neck, the pace of his hips becoming unsteady and erratic as he gets closer and closer to coming undone inside you. in the not so far distance, you hear talking and laughing, but ignore it.

your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deep, and he groans out your name, pressing you harder into the lockers. “mmmh, ‘m gonna cum, where d’ya—”

“inside, want it in me,” you cut him off with a whiny plea, “want it dripping out while i watch the game.”

your hand races to press into the small of his back, in an attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away or out. with a grumble of your name that makes his chest shake, he cums inside of you, just as a door opens nearby.

“tsumu,” you whisper in a panic when he doesn’t make any move to pull out after a few seconds, effectively plugging you full of his cum, “we have to get dressed for your game, y-your friends—”

“nah,” atsumu huffs, staring at your flexing pussy; his cum drips from you, slipping down your thighs mesmerizingly. he practically has hearts in his eyes looking up and down your body.

“i think we’re a little early, kiyoomi,” hinata’s bright voice is suddenly a few rows of lockers away.

“prep before a game is most important,” sakusa replies sternly, “practice and a shower before always guarantees a win, shōyo.”

atsumu’s already in his shorts, helping you pull on an msby jersey, stamped with his number on the back. his cum drips from your cunt as you quickly move past his teammates with a wave, mumbling a dumb excuse as you race out the door.

“atsumu,” sakusa pulls on his mask almost immediately, his guard up. “surely you noticed your girlfriend wearing the jersey backwards.”

— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ.

“you’re gonna win, kou, i promise,” you interrupt your boyfriend’s enthusiastic and nervous rambling, lips trailing over his inner thighs.

“i-i know, but this game is important!” he emphasizes, swallowing thickly as your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. the clothing slides down his thighs, settling at his knees, and you inch closer to his cock — rock hard, hot to the touch, tip sticky with precum.

bokuto chokes out a hushed groan, tangling his fingers in your hair and cupping the back of your head the second you take him into your mouth. he helps you take his entire length into your mouth, spurring you on with his whines and mumbled curses.

“b-baby, fuck, you’re so perfect, ughhh—”

you choke when you finally make it all the way down to his base, your nose practically touching the coarse hair covering his pelvis. eager hands begin to guide you up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you move. bokuto gasps out a string of hazy apologies when he heard you gag particularly hard, but he doesn’t stop— instead, he cups the back of your head firmly and fucks up into your mouth, the movement of his hips sloppy.

“y-you wan’ me to win, right?” his head drops back, the creaky sounds of the locker room bench growing louder beneath him. with your one of your hands positioned on the wood for support, you feel the bench shaking hard.

you nod, your eyes moving from his abs up to his scrunched face; he’s biting down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth, his golden eyes half lidded and teary.

it’s almost filthy, the way bokuto rises off the bench, pushing you away from him before cupping the back of your head— he draws his hips back, leaving his tip in your mouth, then slams all the way inside.

tears spring to your eyes at the force, and you only move closer to him to allow him to use your mouth, or his ‘good luck charm’ before games.

“hahhh, that’s right, take it just like that,” bokuto grunts, “god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

heat rushes through your body and pools in your pelvis, wetting your panties at his words; his well muscled chest, gleaming with sweat, rises and falls rapidly as he pants. as his orgasm approaches, his thighs and abs tense as he buries himself deep in your throat, pulling you close to his pelvis.

his cock thickens on your tongue, throbbing as he finally fills up your throat with his cum; still sensitive, he whimpers as you swallow around him. slowly, bokuto pulls out of your mouth, his cock still hard.

he quickly pulls up his shorts, tugs you to your feet, and gives you a tight hug. “i’m gonna win today, and it’s all cause of you!” he mumbles excitedly into your neck.

“sounds good, kou,” you laugh, rubbing his back. “after the game, meet me back in the locker room, ‘kay?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

“mmmh, princess— loosen up a little for me, can barely move,” hajime hisses into your ear, spreading your thighs a little wider with his free hand. he curls his fingers inside you, prodding at your sweet spot and stretching out your tight pussy with their girth.

your nails press crescents into his strong shoulders through his shirt as you hold him for support in humping yourself onto his fingers. “t-thank you, haji, i needed this, ah!” your voice cracks when he starts to scissor his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

“‘course, baby..” he leans in for a chaste kiss, his olive eyes closing as his lips touch yours.

despite being a hardass with his team, shouting and sometimes even swearing at them, hajime would always be gentle and loving with you all the time. often, you are his outlet when it comes to letting off steam — either through soft or rougher sex.

although he’s disciplined and strong willed, he always melts when you cling to him, eyes shining as you take his hand in yours, guiding him inside your shorts to feel your damp panties. “need you, haji,” was all you’d said earlier, and then he had you on his lap with his big fingers buried in your cunt, the two of you tucked away beneath the bleachers of the gym, right before practice starts. hajime always has time for you.

“o-oh, hajime!” you cry, pushing your face into his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his fitted shirt, “i’m c-cumming, ‘m—”

your hips jerk backwards, his fingers slipping out of you, and your face burns as you squirt all over his lap, his hands, and yourself. a sharp gasp leaves you when you realize you’ve soaked him and his clothes, right before practice.

“h-hajime, i’m so sorry, i—”

he cuts you off by grabbing your chin firmly, tugging you to look at him. “don’t be, babygirl,” he lets you go and slowly starts to slide you off his lap, gesturing for you to stand up.

“i just wanted to make you cum, it’s okay, i still have some time to change,” he murmurs, getting on his knees and wasting the changing time; his tongue slides over your wet inner thighs, and he starts to lick up your cum.

your hands tangle in his dark hair, and you pull him closer to your dripping pussy, eyes rolling back when he presses a wet kiss to your clit.

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

“wow, couldn’t even wait till my lunch break, huh? w-what—shit, so tight—a slut.”

kuroo’s words are shaky, grunted out from above you as he fucks you, bent over with your palms pressed against the window. the glass is smeared with the combination of perspiration and your scented lotion that makes him go insane, the one that has him grabbing you all over.

“harder, tetsu..” you whisper, toes curling in your socks; your short skirt is flipped up, panties wet and pulled to the side. he’s supposed to be leaving his office for a meeting in the next 5 minutes, but when you showed up all pretty and flashed him just a little, he couldn’t resist.

the door wasn’t even closed, and here he was pushing his cock inside you and sliding his large hands under your shirt to grab at your tits.

“you like me fuckin’ you with the door open, right in front of the window, hm? fucking you just like a whore, baby.”

your puffy cunt clenches hard around his cock, and your head falls forward with a needy mewl, drinking in the sight of kuroo’s balls smacking into your clit, his cock pounding in and out of you.

“oh?” he slaps your ass, drawing a whimper from your lips that has him gritting his teeth and tossing his head back, “you like being called a whore, don’t you? you like me using your—ughhh, fuck!—s-slutty pussy like this, yeah?”

“yes, tetsu, god yes,” you keen, hands sliding down the glass as your eyes roll back and your back arches for him, “don’t stop don’t stop, please—”

you hope kuroo will be able to cum before his assistant comes by to remind him of the meeting that’s only a few minutes away — you hear her pushing away from her desk to come to his office, and you can’t find it in yourself to care or be any quieter.

[lale-txt]

❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 & 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

a/n: reader is gn! i started drafting those during one of the first sticky hot summer nights of the year, then forgot about it until this came over me once again like a fever, and now here we are. i love writing drabbles because they force you to really think about the chars, how you perceive them and how to nail their unique personalities in 200 words or less. anyway, this is my first time writing for HQ after the brainworms got me down bad and i had lots of fun! hope you'll enjoy them too ♡

word count: 1.3k

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 whines when you have the audacity to kick him back towards his end of the couch, catching your ankle and pulling you towards him in return, stubbornly ignoring your protests. Too hot to cuddle, my ass, he pouts, genuinely offended that you’d even consider that; when the only time Atsumu ever feels a sense of calm is when part of you touches him. Your hand playing with the shaved hair in the back of his neck, your leg hooked over his hipbone as you sprawl out in bed together, hell, even your icy cold feet shoved underneath his butt during winter. Something was missing when he couldn’t have your proximity. Yer so needy, Tsumu. So what if he was? He pulls you into his lap, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hands tightening around your waist. His breath fanning over your skin, hot and cool against it. Atsumu takes, he demands, but with you he is pleading, silent for once. Just a little longer–dreaming, breathing you in, kissing till he feels you smiling against his lips.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 wears his hair shorter now, back at its natural dark color, too. You helped him buzz it off during one of those sticky summer nights. Both of you in nothing but your underwear, Osamu sitting on the edge of the bathtub in your cramped bathroom. One hand of yours holding a razor and the other clamped over your mouth because you horribly messed up a setting and now he had a funny little edge in his hair, throwing you both in a laughing fit. It was your first summer together and Osamu couldn’t help but hope that there would be many more like this to come, with your bodies orbiting each other, unable to keep your hands off despite the heat and the sweat, the air heavy and electric and yet so light whenever he hears you laugh. Nothing beats the feeling of lifting you up on the kitchen counter and your eyes lingering on his hands, shaping a midnight snack for the both of you, getting drunk on stolen glances and kisses. There’s many metaphors for food and love and right now, Osamu can taste them all on the tip of your tongue.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 hasn’t even kicked his shoes off at the entrance yet and is already loosening his tie, before slender fingers work down button for button on his shirt. He hears you laugh about his demeanor from the other end of the hallway. How lucky, he thinks to himself. To have someone waiting for him at home, making even long work days during the most miserable summer heat bearable. His shirt has barely hit the floor and he’s already on you, caging you in with his arms and covering every inch of your skin he can reach in kisses, despite your giggling and feigned huffing over how sticky he is, sending him to shower first (as if you wouldn’t come right after him). Kuroo purrs when your hands tangle in his hair. In the end you always pull him back towards your lips again, swallowing every little quip and taunt like candy, sweet and syrupy in your mouth. It reminds him how he fell in love with you many summers ago, his heart ablaze ever since.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 is glued to the fan at this point. He even switched gaming from his desktop set-up to a handheld console, reluctantly admitting that his old house would heat up even more with his computer running at full blast. His expression really says it all when you approach him, silently pleading for cuddles. Kenma just can’t understand how anyone would seek someone else’s body heat when the sun outside was already doing a pretty good job in trying to end him. Still, he isn’t immune to your charms, never was (one time he mumbled something about your stats being way too high and how everything changed once he received a love buff of yours). When you hold out a popsicle as a means of bribery and blink at him with those damn soft eyes of yours, Kenma pauses his game and holds out his arms. He hums into the kiss you give him before sitting down in his lap, your lips tasting like ice cream and summer love. He rests his chin on your shoulder, face nuzzled against your neck, before he continues his game, letting you feed him the sweet cold treat. Summer might have become a little more bearable with you in his life–though he was already looking forward to many winters under the kotatsu with you. 

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 is squishing your cheeks together, his thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth. Collecting evidence, but also wanting to feel your tongue poke out slightly against it, cheeky as ever. Just how could you eat the last ice cream in the freezer without him? He lets out an exaggerated huff, feigned indignation, both of you knowing he can never keep this up for too long–not when it comes to you. Oikawa leans down to kiss you, your face still in a tight grip, tasting the remains of the ice cream on your lips, as if you weren’t sweet enough already. Maybe he can be bribed for another kiss when you offer a midnight walk to the 7/11 down the street, promising to pay for a cool sweet treat to make it up to him. He had already forgotten what he was mad about the moment you leaned into the kiss, but he’ll never say no to a chance to hold your hand, even if it’s sticky with leftover ice cream and the summer heat. To Oikawa, love is stored in the mundane things, even if his love for you is anything but that.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 is standing in the kitchen past midnight, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers while he roams the freezer for anything to help him cool down; even a pack of frozen peas would do. He feels a pang of guilt for having peeled away from you, your form pressed so tightly against him in his sleep, it almost gave him a heat stroke–for more reason than one. Everything is sticky and airless and Iwaizumi is sure that if he would have glanced at you even a minute longer, his heart might have just given out on him. All this love he holds for you, burning him up from the inside, like a fever. He lets out a long exhale when he presses an ice bag against the back of his neck, but it’s not that what causes a shiver down his spine; it’s two arms sneaking around his waist from behind, your sleepy voice mumbling out his name, your body melting into his again. The first kiss pressed on the side of your neck is an apology, the second one a promise. The third–to devour you.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 grumbles something about you being too sticky and sweaty, making a weak attempt to shove you back to your side of the bed, only to pull you back by your hips when you actually do leave some room between you. He can’t help it, you fit so perfectly in the curve of his body, your back pressed against his chest, one of his knees nudged between your legs, all tangled up. It’s the perfect position to plant kisses on the back of your neck, too. Kiyoomi loathes those hot summer nights in the concrete city. He’d rather be somewhere else with you, somewhere to breathe more easily through this heat. Maybe you should move to the countryside, yes. A small house with lots of green surrounding it. Less people and noise, just you and him. Yeah, he would like that. He kisses the back of your neck once more and takes a slow, deep inhale of your sweet scent, before sleep finally crawls upon him again. For now he’ll endure this heat, anything, as long as he can hold you in his arms like this–and have a cold shower with you in the morning, maybe.

[lumiinix]

You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[toomanygoldfish]

At five you knew that you wanted a garden. A big garden that had all kinds of vegetables, fruit, and flowers. your grandfather would sit behind you as you plotted out your own garden, spinning tales of him and your grandmother planting their own. 

Your grandfather's garden was one of the most magical places in the world. You remember him leading you through the wall of berry bushes, eating the different types of berries as he dutifully explained the care he put onto each bush. 

Even as he got older he would still walk with you as you inspected the zucchini, tomatoes, grapes, and strawberries. Picking the rippest and bringing back your bounties to your mother and grandmother. 

You would sit with wide eyes trying to take in everything as the adults canned the berries, grapes, and fruits. Watching as they made jam with the leftovers. 

Your small little family could often be found behind a farmers market stall on Sundays. A small tired child leaning, with half lidded eyes, into their mothers side.

As your grandparents got older, the garden grew with them. With your grandfather sick, he was unable to take care of the garden. it grew over, it grew until the berry wall was reaching over into the grape trellises. The grape vines reach for safety on the garden wall, blocking the pathway from any wandering children. 

Your grandfather passed away when you were ten. The night you found out you ran sobbing into his study. You shoved yourself into the space between the wall and the desk, your spot. You shook with sobs. He left. Why would he leave you?  

Grandmother passed away soon after. She was inconsolable after her husband’s death, she was relieved when she fell ill. She was going to be happy with your grandfather. Just happy away from you. 

Your mother sold the house. When you were thirteen. She let you keep anything you took. You ended up taking all of his books and his desk. For years the books were in boxes shoved in your closet, holding too many painful memories to open. From your closest in your childhood home they went into a storage complex, as you moved to college. 

They only made a reappearance recently, when your fiancé when’s to grab some old paintings to decorate your new home. It was raining outside when you opened the box. 

You felt your fiancé behind you as you peeled back the tape.

 “Haji, I’m nervous. I haven’t looked at these books and papers since he died.”

“It's alright baby, I’ll be right behind you. You can take a break at any time, no one’s going to judge you” Iwaizumi reassured. 

You bit your lip, eyes already welling up with tears as you opened the first book. 

You and Iwaizumi had stayed up well into the morning going through every single book and paper in those boxes. The boxes were full of poem books, herbology books, and sketch books. But most sentimental to you were plans of a garden that you had made with your grandfather. 

His writing was delicate behind your bold toddler strokes, explaining which plants to plant. Perhaps even better than that were sketches of trellises, benches, flower beds, and landscaping, all meant to surround that initial garden. 

You fell asleep in Iwaizumi’s arms with tears staining your cheeks. 

You and Hajime got married the next week. As he pulled you away from the crowd he whispered plans into your ear. Plans for a garden to be made. Just the two of you, working together to make the garden of your dreams. 

**Time Skip**

Laughter filled your ears as you held a newborn in your arms. You look up to see Iwaizumi lifting your three year old high in the air, her face stained by raspberries, smiling big, and giggling. Her father looked at her like she was his world. 

Your toddlers giggling gets louder as he spins around, coming to rest next to you. He sits down next to you, letting your toddler go to waddle over to the flowers. He kisses your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You love your garden built by hand over the course of three years. Hopefully one day your family will get bigger. But for now you're happy.

[rishiguro]

56; TIRED

iwaizumi nodded slowly. “cozy,“ he stated after looking around the room, smiling slightly at you. “and the room seemed smaller while we were on video call last night”

you hummed. “so, doesn’t seem half bad, huh?”

chuckling, he turned back to you. “i haven’t decided yet”

slowly nodding, you looked at him, completely silent, fingers twiddling in your lap.

truth is, with every passing hour you got more uncomfortable in this room, especially when you were alone. it was different, bare and cold, despite its warm colours.

you just wanted to go back home.

back to your comfortable, fuzzy blanket, your photo albums, your books and movies. back to your home close to that old ramen shop you loved, right next to some convenience store that you frequented whenever you craved something or couldn’t sleep.

back to normality.

but it seemed this was your normal now. you just had to get used to it.

“but, well,” iwaizumi continued after a while, eyes roaming around the room before looking back at you. “i’m sure we can make this seem a little more homey. some pictures, plants. i can bring you some more of your books if you’d like?”

now it was your turn to smile, your heart filling with warmth. “yeah. i’d love that”

surely that would make it easier to adjust to your new normal— keeping a little bit of your old self.

after a few hours have passed, you could feel your eyes getting heavier, threatening to close themselves shut. you hummed your boyfriend’s name, holding out a hand, which he immediately took. “i’m tired”

“then sleep?” iwaizumi proposed. you could clearly hear his amused tone, making you frown angrily at him.

“but it’s still so early,” you retorted, pushing your lower lip forward, “it’s not even 8pm yet, i can’t sleep, i’ll ruin my sleeping schedule,” you reasoned.

it wasn’t even a lie. you usually never went to sleep this early and when you did, you either woke up in the middle of the night or around dawn — with a raging headache at that. you really didn’t want to deal with that.

and, well, you really wanted to spend some more time with him.

sure, he could technically still come and see you most of the time, but there would be no more spontaneous midnight visits whenever one of you couldn’t sleep, you now had to rely on calls. sure, they weren’t bad, but they weren’t the same either.

“going to bed this early one time won’t ruin it, love,” iwaizumi reasoned, after scanning your face. you had dark circles under your eyes and you skill was rather dull and pale. you could barely keep your eyes open to look at him, like you were about to drift off to sleep any second now. he could tell you were fighting to stay awake.

you raised your eyebrows. “seems like you don’t know my body well enough”

iwaizumi grinned before he leaned forward, putting his lips right at your ear. “mh, i wouldn’t mind getting to know it even better,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

you weakly pushed him away, playfully smacking his arm. “keep it in your pants,” you huffed, trying to conceal the curl of your lips.

much to your dismay, he didn’t stop grinning, instead reaching out to catch your hand before you managed to pull it away. “that’s not what you said earlier,” he hummed again, kissing your palm.

“i hate you,” you mumbled, pulling your hand back, but only after smearing your palm on his sweater with a smile on your face.

in return iwaizumi laughed. “sure you do, love,” he hummed, softly caressing your cheek before kissing your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered.

you yawned, too tired to even argue with him and instead closing your eyes, snuggling into you blanket. “fine. just a nap,” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep, unable to see iwaizumi’s eyes fixed on your face, a love drunken smile on his lips.

he didn’t know how much time has passed when he heard a knock on the door, his body slightly jolting in surprise.

“hello, may i enter?”

sitting up properly, he put his phone away, turning to face the entrance. “oh, yes, of course”

“thank you” shortly after a tall, black-haired man — your nurse — entered the room. he nodded at iwaizumi before looking over, seeing your sleeping form. “i’m sorry to barge in like this, but unless you’re planning on staying the night, i have to ask you to leave”

“is it this late already?” iwaizumi blinked, quickly pulling out his phone again to check the time. his eyes widened for a moment as he realized that it had gotten late, getting up from his seat. “shit, yeah, sorry”

as the man left the room again, iwaizumi gathered his things and pressed another kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

just as he was about to leave, he spotted your nurse again, quickly deciding to go up to him for a moment.

“hi. listen, i’m sorry. i completely lost track of time,” he apologized sincerely, an awkward smile on his face.

the black-haired man however simply shrugged it off. “don’t worry about it. it’s just policy — friends, family, spouses and such are welcome to stay the night, we just need you to sign a form,” he explained. pausing, he examined iwaizumi for a moment before pointing to a door at his side, labeled ‘staff only’. “should i grab it for you?”

“no, not today” he shook his head, while simultaneously being glad that this option not only existed, but also seemed very uncomplicated in itself. he had been afraid of having to call at least a day in advance or something similar. iwaizumi knew how much you would miss the spontaneity in calling him over at night — or vice versa — so being able to decide on a whim to actually stay with you was a relief. he held his hand out. “thank you, uh—“

the nurse grabbed it, shaking it quickly. “sakusa. i’m (y/n)’s nurse here”

“i’m iwaizumi,” he also introduced himself. “nice to meet you. formally, i mean”

“likewise”

quickly nodding, he began to turn around. “so, see you next time?”

sakusa nodded, bowing slightly. “goodbye”

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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