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[ktsumu]

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HI THANKS FOR UNLOCKING PANDORA'S BOX YOU JUST GOT BAITED INTO MY ASKBOX

frat husband iwa under the cut deadass

frat guy iwa who you meet in your sophomore year at UCLA — you spent your entire freshman year letting it set in that you're attending UCLA, and now that you're adjusted; it's party time!

you're in this crazy frat and iwaizumi isn't even in the frat himself, his roommate is, but he somehow gets roped along to these outrageous parties they throw.

the first time you meet iwaizumi, there's an trap remix blaring through the shaking living room, and you're both dressed up as some indiana jones-esque explorers.

you lock eyes for a minute, laughing at how stupid the safari theme makes you both look with your khaki shorts and satchels, but he's yanked away into the middle of the homemade mosh pit before you can even make your way over.

( the second time you meet iwaizumi, it's junior year, and he gets to you before his friends get to him. )

you never imagined yourself to meet your boyfriend by getting lifted onto a bathroom counter while you listen to the walls buzz, kissing blindly and going blue in the face before you dare stop, but hey! life's a ride and you wear a seatbelt!

the rest is history; you're hajime's girl, everyone knows it. in fact, hajime wasn't even the one who mentioned the frat wedding, it was the others who were like 'yeah, she's a keeper, let's have a wedding!'

they sing a stupid bruno mars song while iwaizumi (though red in the face and laughing uncontrollably) drops to one knee at sunset on campus, proposing to you with a costume ring you're pretty sure they had in a closet from an old party theme.

( whatever, you say yes regardless. )

so, in the same place you met, in that dumbass frat house that is once again full of people, now all dressed like they're headed to a black tie event, iwaizumi holds your hands in his 'suit'

( it's a pair of black slacks and a white button down, but the shirt is left loose at the collar )

and you stand in your 'dress'

( it's a thrifted white mini and a veil — just as beautiful as the real deal, if iwaizumi had to give his opinion )

his roommate stands there, screaming his officiations over the music, hajime iwaizumi, my guy, do you take this gem as your wife?

( he laughs as he says i do, squeezing your hands tighter )

and do you take this fella to be your husband?

( you nod, shrugging. iwaizumi gasps in offense before you laugh and say i do )

well, by the power invested in me and my brothers, you guys are married! kiss her, man!

and god, does he fucking kiss you — he swirls you into a dip, grinning against your lips as the house gets so loud you think your eardrums pop.

but, you know, he isn't a bad husband. it's good practice for when you actually say i do — for real, this time ;3