#i feel bad this one's shorter than the others (sorry iwa) but i think it ended where it needs to

[kuroopaisen]

inarticulate. (iwaizumi hajime)

➵ iwaizumi’s never been good at talking about his feelings. so instead, he keeps them to himself. 

wc: 2.4k

warnings: cursing

“He’s kind of cute.”

There they were. The words Iwaizumi had been dreading for so long.

It was only the second week of university, and it had finally happened. You’d met Oikawa.

He knew you were bound to meet eventually. And he wasn’t actively trying to stop it. He’d just hoped that he could stay in this limbo, for a little while. But, you’d wanted to come along to practice to support him.

And of course, the person who caught your eye just had to be Oikawa.

“He’s a piece of shit,” he mumbled, looking down.

You turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “I thought you two were close.”

“He’s still a piece of shit.”

You laughed, reaching up to sling your arm across his shoulders. “Do you speak about me like this when I’m not around?”

Of course not, he thought to himself. Frankly, he barely spoke about you at all. Not because he didn’t want to – but because he was afraid to. Afraid that, if he made your existence known, Oikawa would want to meet you. Afraid that, if you met, your attention would all go towards his best friend. Like it usually did.

And then that small flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way about him would finally die out.

Today was that day, apparently.

“I thought you two were close,” you laughed, tilting your head at him.

Iwaizumi clenched his jaw at that.

“Or is this a ‘I’ll never tell him how I really feel because I’ll simply die for embarrassment’ kind of thing?” You grinned, putting on your best Iwaizumi impression.

“I don’t sound like that,” he grunted, rolling his eyes. But annoyingly enough, you’d managed to capture his voice pretty well.

“Whatever,” you sighed, stretching your arms above your head. “Enjoy the rest of practice.”

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“So, are they single?”

Iwaizumi’s shoulders tensed up. Oikawa’s face was covered with a towel. Iwaizumi took the moment to compose himself.

“Iwa?”

“As far as I know,” Iwaizumi grunted, throwing his own towel over his shoulder.

“I thought you would’ve been more up-to-date on your best friend’s personal life, Iwa,” Oikawa hummed, tilting his head at him.

“They’re single,” Iwaizumi conceded, turning around in an attempt to hide his face. No way he was going to let Oikawa catch whiff of what was going inside his head.

“Think they’re into me?” Oikawa chuckled. Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. “I caught them staring at me during practice. I have to say, they’re pretty cute.”

“Whatever, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi mumbled, wishing that he could be literally anywhere else at that moment.

“No need to be so gloomy,” Oikawa sighed, picking up his own bag. “What’s your problem?”

“You better treat them with respect, okay?” He wasn’t quite sure why he’d said that. It sounded like an admission. But God, he didn’t want the two of you getting involved.

Not that he could stop it.

“Iwa, I wouldn’t dream of—”

“I’m serious.” He turned to look Oikawa directly in the eyes at that. God, if Oikawa hurt you… well, Iwaizumi knew he’d feel partly responsible for it. He was the reason you’d met, after all. And, he wasn’t sure if he could handle that conflict of interests.

Something close to a smile touched Oikawa’s lips. “I know you are.”

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Nothing happened.

Two years of university, and nothing happened.

Oikawa flirted with you all the time, sure. You even flirted back, should the mood take you. But nothing of any real consequence had happened; no dates, no relationship, no hook-ups.

And it was driving Iwaizumi insane.

The only real positive was that you’d stopped talking about Oikawa so much. And, when you did, there was a distinctly platonic edge to it. No mention of how handsome he was, no mention of how nervous you’d get around him. Just little anecdotes of what you got up to that you’d share with Iwaizumi because you thought they were funny.

And they were. But hearing about the two of you spending time together alone just made him feel a whole host of complicated feelings.

And he hated himself for it.

Why couldn’t he just be happy for the two of you? Maybe that’s why he was so frustrated. The whole ‘will-they-won’t-they’ dance just prolonged his suffering. Because for as long as you and Oikawa weren’t dating, he could still harbour that little flicker of hope.

And he had. Despite his best efforts to let bygones be bygones, it had persisted.

He’d tried dating, of course. That was what you did once you made it to university. But he was never able to just… let himself go. Instead, he did what he’d always done: he focused on volleyball.

Truth be told, he hadn’t intended to keep playing with Oikawa after high school – not after that promise to beat him. But, by some stroke of serendipity – although Iwaizumi would’ve preferred the term ‘bad luck’ – they’d ended up at the same university.

It felt like nothing had changed.

But you were there, now.

And to both equal parts his delight and chagrin, you’d become something of a trio. The rational part of him felt relieved that his best friends got along so well. And he’d likely feel that way with some consistency, if you didn’t get along too well. It was bad enough that you and Oikawa seemed to have a thing for one another. But it might’ve been bearable, if it wasn’t forced in his face near every day.

He’d never seen you laugh as much as you did when Oikawa was around, either. He always seemed to think of something that made you light up. And every time he did, Iwaizumi wishes it had been him. That he was the person who could make you smile that that.

And, you always seemed to be together before Iwaizumi joined you, casting him furtive glances whenever he arrived. You always seemed to whisper things to one another; things he wasn’t supposed to hear. He wouldn’t let himself wonder what those might be.

But you were his best friends. Distancing himself from the two of you just wasn’t an option. And despite it all, he couldn’t imagine being apart from the two of you. You were both part of him, now. You both brought him more comfort than he could say.

Oikawa kept asking about you. Little questions, little goads followed up by that aggravating little smile of his. Sometimes it felt like he was testing him. His only response was the tried-and-tested method of being a bit too terse. Sometimes Oikawa would press a little further, sometimes he conceded early.

Fuck, he really should’ve just told Oikawa about it back in high school. The teasing would’ve been worth it.

He usually never had an issue speaking his mind. Especially with Oikawa. But with you… it was different. There was a quiet fear, quiet yet pervasive; a fear of crushing something so delicate, so precious. A fear of rejection. A fear of confronting something he’d ran from for so long.

It was too late, anyway. Two years had passed.

And he wouldn’t think about it now. Not when you’re on the couch next to him, your annual Godzilla marathon well underway.

Your phone dinged. You cursed to yourself quietly, going to check it. Iwaizumi’s eyes flick down absent-mindedly, but you’d quickly turned the phone away from him. He frowned. Was that intentional?

His eyes flicked to your face. A slightly furrowed brow, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

You turned to him suddenly, eyes slightly round. “Oh, yeah,” you paused. “Just Oikawa being an idiot.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. Or course.

“I told him I was busy today,” you mumbled, locking your phone.

“He just can’t stop bothering you, huh?” Iwaizumi sighed, trying to shift the annoyance in his stomach.

“You’ve got that right,” you sighed, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder.

Iwaizumi froze. God, he’d never get used to this, would he? You’d been more casually affectionate with him since university had started. Little, thoughtless touches that he couldn’t get out of his head. It shouldn’t have been all that strange, close as you were.

But whenever he felt you pressed against him like that, it’s like he’s fourteen again. He doesn’t know what to do, and the last thing he wants to make you feel is uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with how distant he is. Uncomfortable about the fact he’s quietly in love with you.

Your phone pinged again. Oikawa?

“Oh,” you mumbled, reaching for your phone but not getting off him. “I should put that on silent.”

“I thought he would’ve asked you out by now,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He hadn’t thought about the words that deeply before saying them. It was just a thought that had been stewing in the back of his mind for far too long. But even during the moments when it was supposed to be the two of you, he was still there.

You scoffed. “Gross.”

Iwaizumi bit the inside of his cheek. This performance, huh? The playful disgust, the endless teasing that made him feel like his lifespan was getting shorter and shorter. It was the dance of teenagers, not people who’d been through two years of university.

If you like someone, just tell them. He’d said those words to Oikawa, once, all gruff and confident and exhausted. What a hypocrite, he thought, his brow furrowing.

“You alright, Iwa?”

You were looking at him. He couldn’t deal with that right now. Not when you looked so bright, so happy. God, he felt like an asshole.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, turning away from you.

“Please don’t keep things from me.” Your voice was so soft, so fractured.

He bit the inside of his cheek, clenching his fists.

He had always told you everything. Every fear at three in the morning, when sleep was just out of reach and the only thing he could think to do was call you. Every quiet hope, every small dream he’d nurtured in the dark, so delicate that he’d never shared them with anyone but you. Every true feeling that he hid behind the barbs; how much he loved Oikawa, how scared he was of the future, how he so desperately wished he knew how to be gentle, to be soft.

The only thing he’d never told you was how he felt about you.

Was that unfair of him?

“What’s really going on with you and Oikawa?” It’s a question he should’ve asked years ago. And maybe it wasn’t the most opportune moment to ask. But the words had already left his mouth.

“What do you mean?” You were frowning at him, head titled slightly. Were you playing dumb?

“You know,” he shrugged. “Do you… have feelings for him?” God, had he really just said do you have feelings for him? That was how he decided to phrase it?

You laughed. Any other day, any other time, he would’ve enjoyed the sound.

“I love him,” you said. The words were a jolt to his stomach, anticipated but not prepared for.

“But not like that.”

And everything froze. Those words were so small, so innocuous. You likely hadn’t thought about them that much.

But they changed everything.

You wrapped your arms around his, and Iwaizumi wondered if this might be too much for him.

He could feel the tips of your fingers digging into his bicep, your entire body taut against him. Were you… okay? Iwaizumi frowned, opening his mouth to ask.

Your phone pinged again.

“It’s always been you, Hajime,” you murmured, your head against his shoulder.

He stopped breathing. Did you… did you really just say that? Your voice was so quiet, so soft that he wasn’t quite sure if you’d meant to say it. But the grip on his arm told him otherwise.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He asked, the words rushing out before he’d really thought about them. Fuck, he thought, now I sound like a real asshole.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” you mumbled, lowering your face. “I didn’t want to drive you away.”

The world was frozen in a crystalline moment he’s afraid of shattering. What he does next would change everything. The way things were had been blown away, like dust on an old book.

What were you thinking?

In that moment, far too much. You hadn’t wanted to tell him – at least, not like this. You’d tried to ignore Oikawa’s suggestion, but he’d been persistent. He’d told you that the two of you couldn’t keep going like this; that you’d drive each other insane if you weren’t careful.

And he was right. You weren’t sure how long you could hold out in this limbo; wanting to be closer to him, but always feeling like there was a glass wall between the two of you.

Maybe a couple of words in an inopportune moment was enough to change that.

But Iwaizumi wasn’t good with words. Not when it came to his feelings.

Calloused fingers grazed your cheek. You looked up at him, startled.

And he kissed you.

It’s a moment so delicate, so fragile you feel like the smallest movement will make it break. And yet, there’s such a grounded confidence to it – no, to him -- that it makes you shiver.

You’d never expected kissing him would be like… this. It’s rough around the edges, somehow too tentative and too hasty. His hand was so soft against your cheek that it almost felt like a ghost. But you were all too aware of it. Aware that you wanted more.

And you feel like a right fool. You should’ve done something sooner; you’d known him so long, wanted this for so long. How much time had you lost?

He drew away, and you remembered that this was just a kiss. Nothing more than that.

And it scares you. You felt all of that for a mere kiss?

But that had always been it, hadn’t it? That’s what it was like with Iwaizumi.

It was just that he’d finally been able to speak fluently, in a language he felt comfortable with.

And with what he’d just told you, the last thing you should be is scared.

He smiled at you. And it’s the most beautiful thing you could think of. Iwaizumi, his eyes so tender, his face free from its usual tension. And you realise, in that moment, this is him without any kind of mask. This is the Iwaizumi you’d been reaching for all these years. And that, more than anything, might be the most wonderful thing.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled.

[pies-writes-and-more]

the first time saying I love you p. 2

Warnings: nothing! Maybe some swearing but all fluff!

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Toru, & Tsukishima Kei, all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much @livy384​ for asking for a part 2 of this idea!!! I was so excited to see someone wanted to see more of one of my headcanons haha. So here you go lovely!! A big thank you as usual to my inspiration babies @thisnoodlewritesao3​ and @satan-ruler-of-hells​ <3  Also I’m sorry I know Oikawa’s is shorter than the others but I’ve never written for him or thought about writing for him so i’m so very sorry if it sucks xD

pt. 1

Iwaizumi Hajime Who says it first: Neither of you

It was supposed to have been a really cute date - Iwaizumi had remembered you telling your friend that there was a market near by that you’ve always wanted to go visit, but never had anyone to go with. Naturally, Iwaizumi tucked that information in the back of his brain and planned.

It was a Saturday and Iwaizumi had somehow managed to get himself away from practice, making you smile wide when he asked if you wanted to spend the day together. You knew he felt a little bad lately, being so busy with volleyball, and as much as you never blamed him for it, you were happy to be spoiled with his presence. When he started walking you towards the market, your eyes went wide, looking at all the cute stalls that you wanted to visit and the items you wanted to check out.

“Iwa!” You grinned up at him, shaking his arm excitedly. “How did you know I wanted to go here?”

He just shrugged and gave you a smile, patting your head gently, “Let’s find some cute things for my cute girlfriend hm?” You beamed and happily took his hand, the two of you going around to each stall.

There was too much to look at honestly and you wanted nothing more than to carry bundles of everything home. Iwa managed to sneak away from you for a second while you talked to a stall owner, picking out a necklace for you and holding it close to his chest for a moment, just thinking of you. Meanwhile, you managed to find a beautiful lucky charm to give him for his next game. He never really needed it but you always liked the gesture of being the one to give it to him anyways.

It was a perfect date so far.

And then Oikawa showed up.

“Iwa!” He grinned, waving from afar. You laughed, realizing that Oikawa had most likely followed you guys here. You never minded him tagging along on your dates (though the girls that followed him were sometimes a bit extreme), but Iwaizumi on the other hand... never seemed too happy to see his best friend.

Iwaizumi groaned loudly, annoyed at himself for casually mentioning that he’d be bringing you here this weekend, “Why are you here?” He grumbled, glaring at his friend as he made his way over.

Oikawa just pouted, “I just wanted to make sure you were being nice to Y/N!”

“When am I ever mean to Y/N?”

“I dunno, but you’re mean to me and I’m your best friend so I just assumed it was how you show affection,” Oikawa chuckled and gave you a wave, “Are you two having fun?”

You nodded and glanced around at all the other stalls you still wanted to visit, “There’s so much to look at! Are you looking to get anything, Oikawa?”

The boy just smiled and looked around, “I dunno, I’ll have to look around some! What did you two get?” He asked, nodding at the little bags and packages you were holding.

“Oh! I found this cute little decoration for my parents’ kitchen,” you explain, showing off some of the little knickknacks you found. “I wanted to find some sort of accessory for myself. Maybe like a barrette or a bracelet,” you admitted, eyes drifting away again as if you would be able to find something from where you were standing.

“Like this?” Oikawa asked, peeking into Iwaizumi’s bag and pulling out a little jewlery box, opening it to see the necklace that Iwaizumi had bought you.

“You asshole! Give that back!” Iwaizumi’s eyes went wide, realizing he had had his eyes locked on you the whole time you were talking because you were just so cute, he hadn’t even noticed Oikawa practically pickpocketing him.

Oikawa’s bottom lip just stuck out again, huffing and holding the item farther away from his best friend, “Why are you so mean? If you bought it for her, shouldn’t you give it to her? What, were you just going to let her buy something else for herself and waste her money?”

Iwaizumi’s whole face was red. He didn’t want to yell out his whole plan to the market, let alone to Oikawa when you were standing right there, laughing at the whole encounter.

“Stop being so shy, Iwa,” Oikawa cooed, smiling as he looked at you, “I’m sure she thinks it’s really cute that you buy her things to show her you love her!”

“Shittykawa, please shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi glared at his friend, still trying to grab the box away from him.

“Aw don’t put words in his mouth, Oikawa,” you giggled, smiling up at your boyfriend and his friend, “I think he just does it cause he’s sweet.”

Oikawa noticed the way you were so quick to dismiss his words, glancing between you and Iwaizumi, completely confused, “What do you mean?”

“Oikawa, I swear to god, please go before I kill you,” Iwaizumi was practically clawing his hands up to Oikawa’s neck, his whole body feeling flustered.

“Iwaizumi, did you tell her you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your friends? It’s okay! She can know I know! It’s not like you don’t talk about it all the time.”

“Talk about what?” You asked, growing more confused as the conversation went on.

“About how much he loves you! He talks about it all the time with the team!” Oikawa beamed, finally letting Iwaizumi grab the jewelry box from his hands.

Your eyes go wide, looking over at Iwaizumi, who seemed suddenly very concerned over kicking some dust on the ground. His whole face was red, eyes looking literally anywhere but at you.

“You love me?” You squeaked out nervously.

“No! I-I mean, yes but- hang on,” your boyfriend groaned. He had the whole thing planned out, he had wanted to tell you a whole speech about how much he loved you and now that whole plan was absolutely ruined.

Oikawa’s body froze as he watched the two of you, sheepishly laughing, “Oh... I spoiled it didn’t I? That’s what the necklace was for hm?”

“Shittykawa, if one more word leaves your lips-” Iwaizumi huffed, punching his arm with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Iwa! I didn’t mean to spoil your first love confession! But honestly, I’m such a big part of your life, maybe it’s better this way-” Oikawa grinned, obviously trying to lift up some of the tension.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not gone by the end of it, I will literally bury you alive.” There was something different about this death threat, a growl in Iwaizumi’s throat building with his anger.

Oikawa’s smile tensed and he just turned to you with a little wave, “I suddenly remembered I have to be literally anywhere else but here. Have a nice date! Please convince him not to kill me!”

You had never seen Oikawa dash away so quickly, his figure gone almost immediately after waving goodbye.

Iwaizumi seemed so angry, all you could was offer a small smile, “You okay?” You asked softly, touching his arm gently.

He seemed to relax a bit at your touch, sighing and just turning to look at you, “Yeah. Please don’t listen to anything he says. He’s literally an idiot.”

You smiled shyly, rocking on your heels awkwardly, “So... you don’t love me then?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened immediately, shaking his hands in front of him quickly in denial, “N-No. I mean. Yes. Just don’t listen to him. But yes, I love you.” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to watch your eyes. “Unless you don’t love me back, then we can just pretend none of this happened,” he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but giggle, pushing his arm playfully, “You idiot. Of course I love you.”

He blinked in surprise, staring at your face and trying to make sure you weren’t just joking with him, “Oh. Well in that case, this is for you.” He handed you the small box holding the necklace, watching as you open it to find a small pendant of your favourite animal. “The heart ones just seemed so cheesy,” he admitted with a shrug. “But I hope you think of me whenever you wear it.”

Your heart literally grew three sizes, this boy was being so cute and sweet. You nodded up at him happily, still admiring your new necklace, which was exactly what you had hoped to find at the market, “I will.”

He whispered another “I love you” to you as he helped clasp the necklace behind your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind and sending a tingle down your spine. 

He said “I love you” to you every hour after that - if his surprise was going to be spoiled, he was going to spoil you with those words over and over again, never wanting you to forget how he feels about you.

Oikawa Toru Who says it first: You

Oikawa was literally the worst person to study with - he was always so distracting. How could someone who barely looks at his notes during your study dates be in Class 6? He was always busy with volleyball anyways, so how was it possible that he had any other time to do work?

“Hurry up and finish your work so we can go do something fun,” Oikawa hummed with a smirk on his face, having already finished his homework. He refused to let you look at his answers, or even help you, because “how are you supposed to learn, Y/N?” Smug ass look on his face how rude. “I might just have to go on some adventure on my own while I wait for you to finally finish.”

You just roll your eyes and mumble something about hating him making him laugh.

“Aww, is someone pouting?” He teased, ruffling up your hair happily. “I’m sorry, baby, I just love looking at your cute concentration face!”

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him playfully, “You’re refusing to help me because you want to look at my face? Take a picture why don’t you.”

“I already have,” he beamed, showing you the new background for his phone. You did not look the least bit attractive in your opinion, but Oikawa was smiling so happily at the photo, how could you argue?

“You’re an idiot,” you mumble with a huff, scribbling a half-assed answer on your sheet of paper.

“Aw come on, Y/N,” Oikawa smirked, sliding closer to you and tilting your chin up with a singular finger so you were forced to look him in the eyes. “You know you love me,” he teased in that fake sultry voice of his.

Normally, you’d just get a bit flustered - there was just something about those bedroom eyes of his eyes that made you squirm. But here, just sitting here with him and realizing that even when he took ugly pictures of you, this perfect pretty boy still wanted to be with you... you realized there wasn’t a single person you’d rather be with right now. Or ever.

“Ya you’re right,” you smiled up at him, pulling away from his teasing look and turning back to your homework. “I do love you.”

The expression on his face was probably photo worthy and later, you’d wish you had snapped a picture of it. The utter shock was enough to send all the blood flying out of his face, a nosebleed soon ensuing.

“Oikawa! Are you okay?” You asked with wide eyes, rushing to get tissues.

“F-Fine! I’m fine!” The fact that all the blood was rushing to his rosy cheeks probably wasn’t helping his nosebleed, only making it flow faster.

The two of you laughed when his bleeding was under control, Oikawa blushing enough to look like a marker colour, “You can’t just say stuff like that to a guy, Y/N! That’s so mean! Teasing me like that.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him for a moment before saying, “Teasing? What do you mean? I meant it, Oikawa, you idiot.”

His eyes would just widen and suddenly homework wasn’t all that important anymore.

“Oikawa! it’s due this week!” You insisted as he dragged you out of the house, your hand firmly held in his.

“Too bad! We’re going for ice cream!” He declared with a grin. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too. Idiot.” His smile was as wide as ever but there was a genuine love in his eyes as he looked at you, soon leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

But don’t worry, later he’d help you with your homework. As long as you said “I love you” to him one more time.

Tsukishima Who says it first: Him

Tsukishima says he loves you in actions more than he does words at first, throwing you snacks that he carries with him specifically for you, when he notices you getting hungry. He’ll bring an extra hoodie or wear one when he knows he’ll get too warm for it, because he knows you like to be comfy and warm. He offers to come over and study with you when you’re getting nervous over a test, holds your hand and squeezes it gently if he notices you getting anxious over something, and he walks you to and from home every day.

He loves you. And even though you can feel it through his actions, you weren’t quite sure if he was ready to hear that you loved him too.

Honestly, you would’ve been fine just going about your relationship the way that it was. But of course, what good would having upperclassmen in his volleyball team be if they didn’t annoy the shit out of him and talk about your relationship?

Tanaka had been going on and on in the club room about how badly he wanted a girlfriend, pouting to himself because he was still unsure of how Tsukishima, a salty brat, managed to get a cute girlfriend like you before he did.

“God it must be so nice to have someone to hug and hold hands with and tell them ‘I love you’ every five seconds! If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her leave my presence until she knew how much I loved her!” Tanaka was saying, Noya nodding aggressively in agreement.

Tsukishima’s ears perked hearing this, pulling his gym shirt over his head as he got ready to head home for the night.

“How did you do it, Tsukishima?” Noya asked randomly, a grin on his face. “I bet you’re secretly super romantic aren’t you? You got her flowers and chocolates and stuff huh?”

“How did I do what?” Tsukishima asked flatly, glancing back at them. The second years shared a look and then looked back at him, both tilting their heads simultaneously.

“How did you first tell Y/N you loved her,” Tanaka explained, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tsukishima’s eyes move away from them. “Wait a minute, you haven’t told her yet?”

“Tsukishima! You asshole! Don’t you know how lucky you are to have such a cute girl on your arm? Always doing cute things for you like that time she made you a bento box? Or when she comes to our games and always cheers the loudest for us?” Noya’s yelling was soon turning into a tearful whine, still upset that he didn’t have these things that Tsukishima did.

The blond boy just tried to turn away, packing up his things as his upperclassmen moaned.

“Tanaka, Noya, leave the boy alone,” Sugawara scolded. “I’m sure Tsukishima’s going to tell her on his own time! Aren’t you, Tsukishima?” His voice was so sweet, as if he was only trying to help him out, but Sugawara’s eyes told a different story - one where he was really trying to pry an answer from the first year.

All eyes were on him once again and Tsukishima was silently wishing he had left earlier without getting dressed. The question loomed over the club room like a raincloud, pressure on Tsukishima’s answer building the more the silence lasted.

“Sure,” he answered finally before leaving the room, shifting his bag on his shoulder slightly. He hadn’t really thought about it before. Why hadn’t he told you yet? He knew he loved you, it’s not like he was an idiot in denial over it. He had spent a good year in denial but he wouldn’t admit it. He knew he loved you but why hadn’t he said anything yet?

The idea of telling you made his whole face feel hot but why? It’s not like he hadn’t sent you songs about love, or watched those sappy romantic movies with you and thought about you the whole time. So why hadn’t he said it? It was just three words after all, wasn’t it? Three little words.

There you were, waiting for him again outside of the gym. You had that cute little smile on your face that you always had whenever you caught his eye. He loved that smile.

“Ready?” You asked happily, him holding out his arm for you slightly and you link yours with it and just look up at him with those gorgeous eyes. He loved your eyes.

“How was practice?” You asked as the two of you walked and he told you all about how annoying Hinata and Kageyama was, you always laughing when he expressed his annoyance. He loved your laugh.

At some point while you two were walking home, Tsukishima felt himself stop. He could feel Tanaka and Noya’s words starting to get to him, an uneasy feeling in his stomach making him feel... different. He knew if he didn’t say it now, he never would.

“Tsukishima?” You blinked up at him, noting the way he stopped so abruptly. “Are you okay?”

He took a breath - if you were going to reject him, that would be fine. Everything would be fine. No it wouldn’t, he heard that little voice in his head say. What the hell would we do without you?

Despite his conflicting thoughts on the matter, Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to silence them as he managed to get out weakly, “I love you, Y/N.”

You just stood there for what felt like forever. Why weren’t you saying anything? His heart fell a little as you just stared at him, your face not betraying any of your emotions.

“What?” You squeaked.

He sighed frustratedly, unsure if you were trying to give him a way to go back on his words, or if you were really this deaf. “I love you,” he repeated himself, his voice louder and firmer this time. If he was going to get rejected, it wouldn’t be because he backed down. He would make sure of it.

But soon your lips were curling into that smile that he loved, your eyes were sparkling up at him, and a giggle fell from your lips, “I-I love you too, Tsukishima!” You beamed, hopping a little where you stood in excitement.

He couldn’t hide how happy that made him. His lips turned into a smile and he reached up to pat your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, “Alright, stop looking at me like. It’s late, we should get you home,” he told you, scolding you as if you had been the one to stop first.

But it didn’t matter. Because Tsukishima Kei said he loved you and those were the last three words you had ever expected him to say, even though you had felt the same all this time.

For the first time ever, Tsukishima actually took the advice of his upperclassmen and made it his promise to himself that he would never let you leave his sight without telling you “I love you”, even if it had to be over text because he wasn’t quite ready to say it in front of everyone else yet. But he would tell you over and over again, because even when he was annoyed at you or in a bad mood, Tsukishima loved you and he didn’t ever want you to think otherwise.

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[ushidoux]

Be My Last - Iwaizumi x Reader

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~3.5k words)

Warnings: stubborn ass reader, very slight nsfw at the end

A/N: It took me a long time to write this because I have trouble with fluff and also trouble with characterizing Iwa lmfao, I might need a second watch. I hope you enjoy! Happy Thanksgiving!

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

---

“Are you serious?! Are you really saying no to this face?”

Your best friend was now leaning so far across the fast food dining table that she had practically climbed on top of it, holding up her phone just inches from your face to force you to take a better look at the picture of the blind date she had arranged for you. 

Your eyes crossed uncomfortably by reflex and you pulled back sharply to grab the phone from her and take a better look. On second glance, you had to admit that the guy standing next to Oikawa was quite good-looking, a couple inches shorter but with a sturdier build, sharper features and just enough scowl in his facial expression to intrigue you. 

In fact, he was exactly your type.

“Just one date,” your friend insisted. “You’ve been pining over your ex for almost a year now! You don’t have to fall in love but maybe a small distraction? Plus, double dates would be so fun, come onnnnn~”

Your friend was only rarely this animated so you knew she really wanted this but the idea of even considering romance again after being dumped so harshly before was so undesirable that you stubbornly shook your head instead and took another bite of your burger.

“___, please?”

You frowned, and your friend’s pout grew deeper once she realized there was a pretty good chance you wouldn’t budge about this. After all, you’d rejected every single person that so much as looked in your direction so effectively these past few months that it had essentially become an afterthought.

She leaned back in her seat, occupying herself now with picking out a particularly long fry off of the platter you were sharing, trying to minimize her disappointment. Despite how much she hoped you would say yes, she could understand why you felt the way you did.

“I’m sorry,” you offered, sipping on your drink. She let out a defeated sigh.

“Well, I’ll try to figure out a compassionate way to let Iwa now that you’re not interested. Honestly, Oikawa will probably be more offended by it than me.”

At this last comment, her eyes twinkled softly with a mild amusement and she started to text her boyfriend. However, knowing that it would possibly be a bigger deal to reject Oikawa’s best friend right off the bat than to just endure a date once, you reconsidered.

“Fine! Stop, I don’t need Tooru yelling in my ears. I’ll go.”

She smiled. You’d fallen right into her trap.

---

Exactly 72 hours later almost to the minute, you found yourself standing before the duo of childhood friends at the entrance of a town fair, your friend by your side.

Oikawa’s partner-in-crime was, to both your surprise and chagrin, even better looking in person. Kinder too, if you discounted the glare he shot at Oikawa when he introduced him mock affectionately as ‘Iwa-chan, his very best friend in the whole wide world’. You stifled a laugh as Iwa released Oikawa from a headlock, and introduced yourself politely to him noticing the very faint pinking of the ears that accompanied the softening of his expression as he shifted his attention to you.

A small fluster you couldn’t help but find cute was evident in his voice as he shared his full name - Iwaizumi Hajime. Strike one. 

Strike two was the careful distance he left between you two as you walked through the street fair, just steps behind Oikawa and your friend who trekked confidently and comfortably linked hand in hand. His questions were respectful but pointed, like he truly wanted to get to know you as much as possible, and as he listened he leaned in just so, making sure to hear you clearly over the bustle of the busy crowds.

He helped you with your safety belts as you strapped in together on small thrill rides and you could catch his furtive glances in the corner of your eyes as you laughed and screamed.

A part of you wondered if it was too quick, if it was a bad omen that he already appeared smitten with you despite having just met. However, you had missed the feeling of someone liking you genuinely and explicitly so, dating back from even before you had started having problems in your last relationship, so you appreciated it wholeheartedly.

Strike three was him immediately setting a time and a date to meet again, without the hovering presence of your best friends, which he emphasized loudly to listening ears behind you (Oikawa made his disappointment at being excluded quite apparent by groaning loudly within earshot).

“I really enjoyed spending time with you today, ___.”

It wasn’t too much, wasn’t too little and wasn’t too soon.

“So did I.” You replied with a smile more genuine than you’d had for months.

---

Date two went as smoothly as date one.

Dinner and a movie, a classic. Iwa had chosen a psychological thriller that you had been looking forward to for a couple weeks and prior to meeting you’d started to text back and forth regularly about theories, so thereafter sprang forth endless spirited debates. As the evening progressed, you noticed him yielding earlier and earlier, and you noticed that he got quieter as the night went on, preferring to sit back and watch you talk. You couldn’t tell if it was the few cocktails with dinner but soon you were distracted by eyes that rested on you easily with an accompanied smile. It was enough to make your face grow warm.

“Am I talking too much?” You asked, sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I get like this when I’m excited.”

“I love hearing you talk,” he replied with a small laugh. “No one can talk as much as Oikawa so don’t worry.”

Your smile spread from ear to ear and you could feel your bruised heart grow ever so slightly.

---

Date three, four and five had you swept off your feet and you found yourself falling between hikes, picnics and aquarium trips. 

Which was why when your friend called you to gloat about how she was right about you two all along, you realized just how deep you had fallen and almost instantly, that familiar fear that you had been nursing for the past year settled back into your consciousness.

You couldn’t bear another heartbreak. The thought of Iwa’s warm smiles becoming addictive and constantly craving the feel of his hands on your skin only to then be discarded like a participation ribbon hung heavy on you.

“I.. I don’t think I can keep seeing him,” you said, in sudden realization, despite the fact that you had been gushing about your dates just minutes earlier.

You could hear a pause on the other end of the line, and then your friend asked softly, “Is it because you still miss him?” 

The other him. Of course you did, you still lived in the apartment the two of you had shared right after college, having given yourself multiple excuses not to move out. You hadn’t even bothered to change the decorations you’d bought together and thus every part of this place reminded you of him. 

You even watered the plants he had left behind every morning. You couldn’t tell if it was because you had grown attached to them or worse - because you thought maybe, just maybe, if he ever came back, he’d want to know that you were always nursing your love.

“I’m… not sure,” you replied.

Your friend sighed audibly into the phone.

“You’re missing out on someone great, but I’ll support you regardless.”

---

Your graduate classes ended late the next evening, and you stumbled into your apartment with mild exhaustion, kicking off your shoes and slipping off your jeans before plopping on your bed.

Iwa had said he wanted to come see you, and even though just a few days ago you had been excited at the prospect of spending time with him in your own home, your stomach fluttered with a different type of alarm when you considered the fact that if you were to tell him you were no longer interested in letting whatever was between you bloom, it would have to be now.

Would it be better to tell him over text message or on the phone or in person? You didn’t want to see the look on his face when you hurt him; you knew it would change your resolve. 

If you called him on the phone, would you be able to withstand hearing the disappointment in his voice? Would he demand a reason, and would he tell you your weak one wasn’t enough?

If you sent him a simple text and then blocked his number, would you be the awful person too chickenshit to say the words to his face?

Your phone buzzed just as you were paralyzed with your choices.

I’m 20 minutes away. How was your class?

You froze.

20 minutes to make a decision. Would you have him come all this way just to drop him without a very good reason in the comfort of your own home?

You stared at your phone for five minutes longer, perseverating, only to be startled out of your trance when you saw his name flash over the front. You forgot you had read receipts on; it had never been a problem before.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice dripped of concern. “You read but didn’t answer.”

“Y-yeah, of course! Class was good… I’ll see you in a bit.”

---

You soon wished you hadn’t let Iwa into your apartment. Now that he was here snuggled with you on the couch, close enough that you could take in his scent, all you could think of was the thought of his lips on yours.

5 dates and you hadn’t yet kissed. Maybe that was for the best, you were planning to break up with him anyway, weren’t you?

You weren’t exactly sure when you had crept so close to each other, but your head now rested gently on his shoulder and his hand had at some point snaked around your waist to pull you against him. You could feel your heart pound in your chest as you stayed close in the dark, and maybe you could feel his own heart beat, steady as his breathing despite the tension building in the air.

You had lost track of the plot of the movie on your flat screen long ago, too preoccupied with the flurry of potential ensuing scenes between you in your head.

What would stop you from going full speed ahead? The fear that you wouldn’t matter enough to him once months came to pass and he learned just how far short you fell from his perfect perception of you? Or that you would once again find yourself in darkness, wondering how many times you’d open your heart only to wish you had kept it guarded?

Or maybe it was the reality that you weren’t sure that you really wanted to move on?

Iwa was a good person, he didn’t deserve your hesitation.

He shifted ever so slightly beside you and in the backlight of the flashing scenes on the television screen, you could see his eyes settle on your lips.

“Is it okay if we-,” he started, only to be interrupted by the fact that you had already pulled him in by the shirt collar and were lost in the taste of him on your tongue. You could tell he was surprised, but Iwa leaned into your kiss, pulling you now fully onto his lap and holding you steady by the waist as the two of you made out. 

Your hands crept up to his face, fingers gently trailing then cupping the curve of his jaw, and the longer you kissed, the more of him you wanted. When his hands started to tug just slightly at the edge of your shirt to warn you he was going underneath, you tensed but nodded to allow him to palm a breast and roll a nipple between two fingers.

A soft moan left you, renewed when Iwa’s lips left your mouth to kiss a spot just before your earlobe, and his other hand pressed firmly into the small of your back to secure you even closer to him, close enough that you could feel his bulge pressing through his jeans and against your body. Knowing that you could feel him, he whispered breathily into your ear:

“I won’t continue if you don’t want me to.”

Did you want him to continue?

You pulled back from him to study his face, glowing with an earnest desire for you and suddenly you felt so guilty. 

“I… I think we should stop here,” you choked out, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks and the flicker of disappointment in his face, and you slowly climbed off him, embarrassed as you stood on your feet.

He didn’t ask why and replied with acceptance.

“Okay.”

---

What he didn’t accept was you finally telling him you no longer wanted to see him in a text message hastily conjured in the middle of the night after a particularly hard day.

He called immediately and you let the phone ring, biting your lip the entire six rings it took for him to give up. He didn’t leave a voice message, but sent you a short text.

I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Can we please talk?

You fought back the urge to cry as you turned over to go to sleep.

He called again in the morning, and when you ignored his call for a second time, the unreasonable part of you waited for a follow-up voicemail or text message which never came. Good for you. You couldn’t understand your own feelings right now and you didn’t deserve to have him sort them out for you.

At least if you acted like a bitch, he would drop you before you could change your mind.

---

“A text message? Really?”

Your friend had dropped by the following Saturday morning for brunch and while you had dreaded this conversation, you had expected it to happen and steeled yourself for the admonishment. You shrugged, avoiding looking at her in the eyes and focusing on watering the plants at your windowsill. Your friend watched you carefully, irritation bubbling within her in response to your stubborn silence.

“I wouldn’t be so insistent if I knew you didn’t like him, but you do! Everyone can see it!”

You didn’t reply, opening your blinds instead. Plants needed lots of sun in addition to water.

“___, I didn’t want to be harsh but he’s not coming back. Even if it’s not with Iwa, please… please get over him.”

You finally turned and gave her a meaningful look, tears now coming to your eyes. Your friend’s mouth fell slightly ajar and realizing just how harsh her truth had been, she got up from your kitchen table and walked over to you to envelop you in a hug as you came undone.

---

A total of three weeks passed, and you finally admitted to yourself that you missed Iwa but it was clearly too late to fix anything. Calling him up would just get you ignored (and rightfully so) and you couldn’t bear to send another text message after ghosting him. Instead you watered your ex’s plants and focused on your classes.

Your best friend had forgiven you for your cruelty even though she let you know she was still suffering from Oikawa’s wrath on your behalf, so instead you decided to distract yourself by going out with other friends and picking up new hobbies.

A girl you were getting to know from class was very excited about a new high-end gym that had opened with nice amenities including a pool and a sauna and free physical training sessions with membership so you indulged her by going as a guest on a weekend.

You had to admit that the place was beautiful, and you made a beeline for the elliptical, a tried and true contraption. She had been making a fuss about one of the instructors being attractive which you had in all honesty paid very little attention to, until she dragged you by the arm to hiss into your ear.

“There he is, don’t look too obviously.”

You turned to find yourself staring straight at Iwaizumi Hajime, physical trainer.

“Oh shit, he’s looking at you,” she whispered, but you were already making your way to the exit. “Wait, where are you going?”

Your pace had gone from a walk to almost a run.

“____!” you heard him call behind you as you scurried as fast as you could off of the premises. Embarrassing. So, so embarrassing.

His voice was starting to sound aggravated, and your run stuttered to a standstill. What were you doing? Running from someone because you told them you didn’t want to date them?

He caught up to you in the parking lot and he no longer smiled; there was a tinge of mild irritation that graced his facial expression as he looked at you.

“Please stop running from me. You don’t need to make it awkward… I... I’m not thinking about it.” He glanced away at the last statement, but you knew he was being sincere while you were being ridiculous.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, and you thought maybe you would say more but he cut you off.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Have a good workout. If you need any help, I’m available, as are the other instructors.”

Professional and curt, he bowed before turning, and before you realized what you were doing, you found yourself tugging onto the sleeve of his shirt to hold him back. When he looked back to you again, while he didn’t give you the fierce scowl he reserved for Oikawa, his expression was still harsh as he looked down at you, waiting to see what you had to say.

What did you want to say? You already said you were sorry, there wasn’t much else to add.

Words failed you and you recoiled ever so slightly. He sighed audibly, and turned fully to face you.

“___, please don’t play with my feelings.”

You deflated as he waited just a few more moments for you to come up with the courage to say you still wanted him, and when you were unable to come up with the words, he bowed again, and returned to the building. 

Moments later, you texted your friend to tell her you were sorry, but you were going home immediately.

---

It was a few minutes past 9pm and you had all but forgotten the sting of Iwa’s words as you focused on homework, listening to lo-fi music to help you concentrate. Your phone buzzed once, and you expected maybe your classmate to yell at you again for ditching her, but instead you found a message from Iwa. 

I’m sorry for speaking to you that way.

Your heart thumped hard once in your chest, and you flipped your phone over to get back to work, but it was too late. Your concentration was shot for the night.

I’m ready to listen to whatever you have to say, a second message read.

What would happen if you wore your heart on your sleeve just one more time? 

Iwa called you before you could call him, and this time you picked up, breathing a hesitant “Hello?” into the phone.

“___, I like you. A lot,” he paused, as those words sank into your heart. “I’m sorry, I wanted to get that out of the way.”

“I do, too,” you replied just as quickly. 

Another pause. You swallowed hard and continued,

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

His reply was fast. “You couldn’t if you tried.”

You frowned. “You don’t understand… I still think I have some unresolved feelings for someone else, and I just… I don’t want to wrong you in the long run.”

Another pause. You pressed your eyes shut, anticipating the worst, whatever it was. It felt as though you were on the line for ages, until suddenly Iwa finally spoke.

“Try me.”

“What?” Your shock was audible, and he repeated himself. 

“Use me if you need to.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. 

“But-”

“I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a short time, but I can’t explain it… I know I’m willing to risk it.” The confidence in his voice was almost shocking, and it made your heart swell. 

“Hajime…” 

“May I come over?”

---

The conversation ended with Iwa promising you that he’d make you forget your ex, your faces now just inches from each other, him hovering above you as you laid on your back in the comfort of your bed, eyes feasting on his exemplary physique. Starting up where you left off just three weeks prior, you held onto him for dear life as his hips rolled against you, his body pistoning into you carefully and precisely, his hands gentle and steady, and both of your hearts full.

If you were worried about using him, then don’t. Use him as much as you need to. He was giving you permission, is what he said.

Would you take advantage of him? 

Now that you were in his embrace, you found it unlikely: for the very first time in a year, you knew that while you weren’t in love yet, you could feel yourself falling very, very soon.

[krappykawa]

I read your s/o who likes to read hcs and was wondering if you could do the same request format or whatever it is you'd call it but with terishima,akaashi, iwa, Oikawa,and Daichi? Sorry if that's a lot! -anon

with a s/o that likes to read (part 2)

— iwaizumi, oikawa, terushima, daichi, and akaashi

word count. 1.4k

genre. fluff

note. i made these ones shorter than the ones in part two because anon requested a lot of characters and i didn’t wanna run out of headcanons to write,,, i hope you still like this though!

part one here

IWAIZUMI.

- will read the books that you’re reading just because he likes the feeling of being able to bond with you over something you love since you’re so supportive of him already (literally the perfect man. perfect bf. give me a kiss rn RN!!)

- maybe not all of them, but if you get him hooked on the description, then he will probably finish the book faster than you

- if he doesn’t like a book very much he’ll take ages to finish it though

- if you ask him about how he’s doing with reading it he’ll be like “oh i’m almost done” when in reality he’s only 20 pages in

- he’ll send you texts about the books you recommend but they’ll be super blunt like “this character just died” or “oh they kissed”

- you sit at your phone for 20 minutes debating on how to respond to those because HOW??

- he loves cuddles,,,, would literally die for cuddles

- so when you climb into his lap with a book in hand and bury your head in his neck as you read his heart literally malfunctions

- his cute s/o with their reading obsession that he secretly finds so endearing climbing into his lap for cuddle time,,,,,, his heart goes &2:$84!;💞💖💘💖💓💖💞/):&38,

- iwaizumi.exe has stopped working

- but he’s also not afraid to pull you into his lap if he sees you reading on the couch

- he’ll probably put on a monster movie and just hold you as you read and he watches

- probably also buried his nose in your hair and revels in your scent (also kisses your head every so often because he can’t help it and AHHHH HES SO CUTE)

- when you start sending him messages about your books, he will attempt to respond to every single text or he will just wait until you’re done and text back with “u done?” (not in a mean way though) there’s no inbetween

- he’s smiling every time you send him those texts though

- aoba johsai’s volleyball team (ESPECIALLY OIKAWA) teases him mercilessly if they ever catch him smiling at his phone in the locker room or during class or during lunch (basically u text him a lot lol)

- sometimes when you slam your book shut and scream into your pillow, he will just watch you with amused eyes and probably make an offhand comment that’s similar to “remember to breathe while you’re at it.”

- you end up throwing the pillow at him (which he catches and then proceeds to walk to where you are and swing you over his shoulder)

- get your mind out of the gutter on the “over his shoulder” part i swear he’s just teasing you for throwing a pillow at him (I CAN FEEL YOUR MIND WANDERING STOP IT)

OIKAWA.

- he makes an effort to read your books, really he does

- he’s just really busy, so most of the books he promises he will read stay only half way read through and never picked up ever again

- if you give him a sci-fi book though, this man will literally finish it at an insane pace

- literally he would be the one to text you at some ungodly hour (usually 3AM in the morning) because he just finished the book in one sitting and he’s literally brimming with reactions

- will text things like “WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST DIED”, “YN SEND HELP I THINK THEY’RE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID”, “OH MY GODDDD I HATE THIS BITCH CAN THEY STOP TALKING” (always in all caps whenever he’s reacting to a book)

- you better pray that he doesn’t end up hating a character because he will text you every single time they show up on a page and complain about them

- “this character reminds me of ushijima why would you put me through this 🤕🤕”

- or “THEYRE TALKING AGAIN?? WHEN WILL THEY GET THE MEMO THAT I WANT THEM TO . ST F U ‼️😻”

- anyways, if it’s not sci-fi, it’s probably sitting on his nightstand and never touched again until you steal the book back

- CLAIMS he tried reading them (he got 2 pages in and then put it down)

- he is also a huge cuddler

- but you will not be able to read in his lap because he’s so fucking whiny

- “y/n-channn pay attention to meeee. you can read about that insanely hot dude in your book when you’re not already sitting in an insanely hot dude’s lap”

- big pouty face

- it works every single time and you hate him for it

- once you put your book down he will not let you go for a good ten minutes

- he also has tons of pictures of you reading on his phone because he thinks you’re so cute and feels like he has to snap a picture so he can remember how cute you looked at that very moment

- a lot like iwaizumi, oikawa will attempt to reply to every single one of your book related texts (except oikawa succeeds at replying to every single one)

- like you could literally send him fifty text messages in a row and you will get fifty replies back

TERUSHIMA.

- i am so sorry to say this but i genuinely cannot see terushima being interested in your books whatsoever

- he thinks that it’s boring and always questions how you can just sit down for hours on end and just read

- this changes when you give him one of those insane, mind-boggling, really dark, murder-mystery books

- he’ll scoff at it but after a lot of begging on your part, he’ll give it a try

- he loves it

- he told you that he never got bored and that feeling like that while reading a book is so weird to him

- that is the only book you’ll ever get him to read though (okay maybe he’ll read a few more if you beg him for it with that cute pouty face of yours that he cannot resist)

- like he’ll treat that murder mystery book as a holy grail and insist that nothing will ever top it

- i’m sorry again but he probably texts you “what u doing rn?” and if you say something about reading he’ll try to get you to do literally anything else (most likely will send a horny text to try and steal you away from your reading, let’s be honest here)

- “come over baby you can experience all that you’re reading in that book first hand 😏😏😏”

- if you send him text reactions of your book he will most likely reply with “awe babe ur so cute” but not say anything about the books in itself (IM SORRY HE’S NOT MEAN ABOUT IT THOUGH)

- cuddling with him while reading will never happen

- seriously

- he will do everything in his power to get you to put the book down

- like start peppering you with kisses or tickling you

- he just can’t stand sitting down in silence for so long lol

- he doesn’t put you down for reading though

- like yeah he might not understand it and thinks it’s boring, but he admires that you care so much about it and also admires your commitment

DAICHI.

- admires you for reading honestly

- like i feel like he’s the type to get really good grades but will not look at a book that he hasn’t been assigned to read for his life

- that being said, he probably has never read any of the books you ask him to read with you

- he’s told you he’s read one or two which is a lie (you know it’s a lie but you don’t tell him that because you know he feels bad about not reading them)

- he isn’t on his phone often so most of the time your texts don’t get answered for hours

- it’s kinda fun that way though because after a while you just start sending him long text threads and it’s like talking to yourself

- when he does respond it’s with something like “you look like you had fun there” (after that he’ll apologize for not seeing it and then ask if you had anything else about the book that you wanted to tell him about AWEHISHFNF)

- very good listener!! he’ll try and have a genuine conversation about the book even if he hasn’t read it (like if you want to talk about how you think the plot doesn’t work, he will either support you or give you valid reasons that sparks constructive conversation)

- will absolutely never see the texts you send at 1AM (until the morning) because he always passes out before 11PM

- will see them in the morning and will text back “well good morning to me”

- he has absolutely no clue what you’re talking about in the texts but tries his hardest to be supportive

- cuddling while you’re reading happens nearly every single time you’re together

- is very stressed from dealing with his volleyball children so he’ll more than happily sit on the couch and cuddle with you as you read

- sometimes he falls asleep while you cuddle and you just snuggle into him and it’s so cute

AKAASHI.

- THIS LITTLE SHIT

- man oh man he loves acting like a smart ass whenever you text him about your books

- you’ll be like “my favorite character just died!!” and he’ll be like “well tell them to not die then wtf”

- will stay up late texting you about your book though because he’s most likely reading it with you so you two can bounce ideas off of each other

- if you like a character that he hates he will not hesitate to start a debate about why you shouldn’t like that character (full one page of reasons. this man takes his opinions very seriously)

- if you’re together at his house or something and you start yelling at your book he’ll be like “y/n don’t hurt its feelings.”

- you momentarily pause your yelling to deadpan him

- he stares right back

- “just be nice.” (you’re like BWAH???)

- HE ALSO YELLS AT HIS BOOKS THOUGH

- it’s uncommon but it does happen

- if you’re both reading or you’re doing homework and he’s reading, he’ll slam the book shut and yell about how stupid this character is (and when i mean yell, i mean yell)

- and if he doesn’t like the ending of something he will rant for days and you’ll have to remind him to take a breath

- he gets so hyped up from reading books it’s so cute

- will read with you when you cuddle read (does that make sense??? like when you cuddle with him while reading)

- will mumble things under his breath while you’re both reading but you’re on his lap so you can hear everything and you just laugh

- one time he mumbled “stupid bitch just fucking die already” to this character he hated

- you had to put down the book because you were laughing so hard

[pockyxx]

hiii ! can i request iwaizumi suddenly being so quiet around the reader one day and it leads to an unexpected confession. that would make me v happy :)) happy holidays !😁

“ unexpected confessions ”

h. iwaizumi x reader 

genre: fluff.

you and iwaizumi had been close friends for a short amount of time; since the beginning of your third year when you transferred to aoba johsai to be more specific. but nonetheless it felt like you’d known each other forever.

he was charming, to put it simply; a scruff kind of handsome, a joyful gleam in his eyes when he would retell stories from his childhood about catching beetles by the river and the way he could make you laugh even on rainy days. 

most importantly though, he was sturdy, someone easy to lean onto and who would give you his ears if you needed to talk. which was why the silence the past week make your stomach churn. 

it had start last monday. you’d gone to ask to study that evening but he’d turned you down, stating he had practice. you knew right then and there something was up because the boys volleyball team always took mondays off . at the time, though, you didn’t mention it because clearly iwaizumi wanted a bit of alone time. 

but for the next seven days it felt like the longest conversation you had was five minutes tops and you were starting to feel down; iwaizumi withdrawal symptoms as you friend put it. still, you kept beating yourself up thinking you’d done or said something wrong. had you teased him about his shorter stature? had you eaten his last yogurt from his fridge? or did he just get fed up with you? 

the last straw came on the wednesday after the odd behavior had begun. you’d stayed outside the gym, despite the chilly autumn night to get a chance to talk to iwaizumi. 

“hajime!” you called out him, rushing up to the gym door, the gym lights allowing you to see the slight scowl on his face. iwaizumi had given you permission to call him by his first name, so you didn’t understand what was wrong with him. 

“can you just call me iwaizumi?” he grunted and you were taking a back by this outburst. it stung, truthfully and this wasn’t how you planned for the conversation to go. he stared at you for a second before continuing; “what are you even doing here?” 

you pressed your lips together, looking down at your feet you were starting to think you had done something really bad or that iwaizumi had finally had enough of your friendship. 

“i came to talk to you.” you said in a hushed tone, slowly you wrapped your arms around you body as the barely-there-conversation was put on halt as the other third years came out of the gym. 

“oh hey y/n-chan!” oikawa waved with a smile while you watched makki and mattsun nudge each other like something was up. “say iwa-chan, are you going to walk y/n-chan home? because we were going to go to the ramen shop.” the setter babbled. 

iwaizumi turned to you, not saying anything and you barely had the courage to look at his expression, not wanting to catch the frown lines that plagued his forehead. 

“you can go with them if you want, we can just talk tomorrow.” even though you were practically saying you were going to leave, your feet stayed planted into the ground. there was still another brief moment of silence from iwaizumi. 

“no. it’s okay.” he huffed, “it’s dark, you shouldn’t be out alone.” you simply nodded in response, slowly taking your leave with iwa. 

the walk to your place wasn’t any different from your whole week. silent. occasionally, you’d steal glances at the ace only to see his upset, borderline angry features. finally, you’d had enough, the stinging in your eyes was unbearable. 

“have i done something to piss you off or something?!” you stopped, flaring your arms up in defeat. he flashed you a puzzled look. 

“what are you talking about?” he narrowed his eyes and you tried to not scream, putting your hands up in defeat. 

“this isn’t funny, iwaizumi, you’ve been ignoring me all week and i’m sick and tired of it!” you huffed, eyebrows creasing and a small tear drop forming in your tear ducts. 

he kept looking at you dumbfounded but you used his silence to speak what was on your own mind. 

“did i say something that made you upset? because if i did i’m so sorry i just can’t take this silent treatment anymore.” you wiped your eyes, pouting. cautiously looking back, he still looked angry which made you feel even worse. “you’ve barely spoken to me in the past week, i’m sorry, okay? what ever it was, i’m sorry.” 

“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n.” he sighed, which made your heart clench, that’s it, he’s just had enough of me. 

“oh.” you start walking again, purposely speeding up your past to leave iwaizumi behind you. you were stopped abruptly by the ace grabbing you wrist, forcing you to turn around and face him. 

“iwaizumi, please i just want to go home.” your weak voice pleaded, finding it difficult to keep from bursting out into a sob.

 it wasn’t just because you were such good friends with the boy. no, iwaizumi was more than that; your crush and you were just so utterly in love with him, the idea of him getting bored of you was heart shattering. 

he grunted again, “i wasn’t trying to ignore you– i mean not for the reasons you think.” you let out a small whimper, sniffling. he looked down at his feet, feeling guilty for making you so upset. 

iwaizumi ran his hands through his hair, trying to come up with the right words to say. 

“i just, i…” he trailed off and you shut your eyes, not ready to hear whatever it was he wanted to say. your fingers trembled lightly and you pushed them into your pockets, reopening your eyes you could see him staring at you. 

“if you don’t want to be friends anymore, i get it. i can walk home by myself from here.” you stated and his eye’s widened. out of all the things he thought you were thinking, this definitely wasn’t one of them. 

“why would you think i don’t want to be your friend?” 

“because-- you’ve  been ignoring me, you avoided hanging out, a-and you just told me to call you iwaizumi instead of hajime.” you could feel tears running down your cheek but you didn’t have any strength to wipe them away, “so please just let me walk home alone.” 

he lunghed forward, “y/n, no, shit, that’s not why i’ve been ignoring you, please just listen.” he called out to you, you’d already started on your way. 

“then why?” 

“it’s just, whenever you’re around i-i just feel all,” he threw his hands up, unable to verbalize his thought. he stepped forward, he gently grabbed your hand, placing it on his chest to feel his heart beat racing.

“do you see? this is why i haven’t been hanging around with you.” he muttered, the tiniest ting of pink brushed across his cheeks.

“iwa...” you trialled off, feeling your own heart flutter.

“hajime.” he reinstated. “i don’t know why i thought the best thing to do was ignore you... i guess i thought this would’ve gone away if i did.”

“do you want it to go away?”

“no.” he breathed out, responding immediately after. he looked at you, straighting his posture. “the thing is y/n, i think i’m in love with you but i was too scared to admit it. he paused.

“i was scared you’d reject my feelings and our friendship would be over— shit it scared me a lot.” he slid his tongue over his bottom lip watching your body language to see how you’d respond.

with your mouth hanging open, you could barely believe it, contemplating pinching yourself to see if it was a dream.

“hajime, i would never do that.” you took a small step closer, “i couldn’t reject your feeling because i feel the same way about you.”

he raised his eyebrows, in a state of shock. “really?” you nodded frantically.

“yeah— but never ignore me again, okay dummy?” he smiled brightly, taking his place next to you again. you managed to wipe your tear stained cheeks, the mood lightened ten folds.

“i promise i won’t.” he smiled, nervously laughing and looking forward. a small part of him felt guilty for making you worry so much.

a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders as you and hajime walked to your house holding hands, laughing at the events of the past week.

[izzabeean]

Chapter 7 : Bad Luck

SUMMARY

Sunday morning starts off with a surprise, and it just keeps getting better.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,984

content : profanity, slightly suggested nsfw

tags :  alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : this chapter was supposed to be a bit longer, but I decided to cut it shorter. I've decided to have the rest at the beginning of next chapter. I hope you enjoy!!

Post Thursday evenings PST, if not latest by Friday.

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If your life didn’t hit rock bottom before, it most definitely did now.

It’s the fact you were thrown into absolute chaos first thing Sunday morning. It’s spending hours scrambling to move furniture to a dry place. It’s swiftly securing as many of your belongings as while trying to contain the severe agony coursing through you. Although the flood was very shallow, only damaging the floor and the bottom portion of the wall, which you’re thankful for, it really solidified the kind of luck you were having: everything you touched lately, seemed to fall apart. In fact, you were just ready to disappear at this point.

Your head is spinning as you sit on the steps of the apartment complex with your face buried in your hands, refusing to cry even if you really, really wanted to.

You peer up at Oikawa whose back is to you making a phone call. Thankfully he was there to respond when your first reaction was to freak out and call your parents, who (of course) were away on vacation. The way he jumped at the chance to quickly gather your stuff out of the apartment. The way he told you to get a hold of your landlord to notify them about the flood. The way he felt like he had everything under control.

But here you were, devastated, unable to function. Just frozen.

Hanging up the call, he walks back over to you. “Iwa-chan is going to be here with his car to pick up your things,” Oikawa says, almost breathless at the sight of the distressing aura protruding off you. “Did you get a hold of your parents?”

“No,” you utter, trying to pretend you’re not on the verge of a meltdown. “But I have a key to their place, so we can stash my stuff there.”

“Great! It might take a couple trips, but it will be fine,” he assures watching you grow more and more despondent.  “At least your choice of decor is minimalist or we’d be at this all day,” he teases trying to lighten the mood.

You pause furrowing your brow, unable to even look at Oikawa. It’s a joke, obviously, but it feels backhanded. And you do what you do best, stay silent.

Oikawa sighs and sits beside you on the staircase. “Y/N, it’s alright this happens to a lot of people.”

And then you feel your eyes starting to tear up. Fuck, you can’t let him see you like this. So much has already happened and now is not the time to completely come undone before him. Taking a deep breath you turn to Oikawa.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you smile. It doesn’t feel genuine but you force it.

He knows, despite your reply, that you’re very frustrated. Looking down at your hands placed on your lap, he has this sudden urge to grab hold of them and tell you he’s here to help. He knows a lot has happened, and all he wanted to do was reassure you things were going to be okay… Eventually.

“What?” you ask.

It takes him a minute to realize that you catch him staring. When he does, he gives you a wry look, hiding the fact that he is visibly concerned about you. He turns his head just a fraction, narrowing his eyes on your cheek. “You have something on your face,” he lies.

You glower at him suspiciously, turning away from him as you wipe your cheek on your sleeve. If you had the energy to do so, you probably would have yelled at Oikawa for messing with you. But no, you couldn’t take your frustration out on him, he doesn’t deserve that shit. Of course, it’s not his fault all these different mishaps keep happening to you. He’s been everything but patient lately, the least you could do was try to tolerate his childishness more than usual.

“Y/N!”

You snap your head behind you to see an older lady standing at the top of the staircase looking down at you.

“Ito-san. Good morning,” you greet while standing up to give a little bow.

Ito-san is your neighbor from a couple of apartments down. You have an acquaintance kind of relationship, one where you help carry groceries whenever you’ve bumped into her on the way up to her apartment. The most you know about each other is just through small talk like she lives alone and is retired, spending most of her days trying to pick up new hobbies; there’s a new one each month.

She walks further down the steps meeting your gaze on ground level. “I heard about your apartment,” she says while eyeing up Oikawa. “Luckily your boyfriend was here to help out.”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you answer.

“Don’t be modest dear. Here,” she says, holding out a car key.

“Ah, Ito-san, you don’t have--”

“Of course I do,” she replies with a smile, placing the key in your hands. “For all that you do for me, I insist.”

“Thank you,” Oikawa chirps, giving Ito a deep bow to which you follow.

“Get your things somewhere safe. Good luck!” she says with a wave walking back up the stairs.

Turning to Oikawa, your face pales, “Tōru, I can’t.”

“Huh?” Is all he replies.

You begin to shake as the stress surges through your body. Had you given quicker at a response, you might have declined the offer. “I don’t know how to drive.”

Oikawa blinks then bursts out laughing while snatching the keys out of your hand. “So you need my help, again,” he teases with a smirk.

“Yes,” you sigh full of irritation. If you knew he was going to act this way, you would’ve asked him to leave and you could figure things out on your own. But before you could, a honk echoes from the loading zone in front of the apartment complex. And it’s Iwaizumi.

Trying to push down the feeling of excitement you feel when you see him step out of the vehicle, he straightens up peering at you with a radiant expression. Your eyes suddenly brighten while the corners of your mouth curl into a smile. He shoves his hands into his pockets and walks toward you.

“How’s the wrist?” Iwaizumi asks, looking into your eyes with a warm reassuring gaze.

“It’s fine,” you reassured, rotating it in a circle proving that it’s fully functional.

“Oikawa and I will move your stuff,” he instructs. As you’re about to challenge him on his plans, he cuts you off, “Unless you’re planning on injuring your wrist more, you're not allowed to help.”

You frown slightly at his stony remark, but you’re still happy to see him, beyond belief. Biting the inside of your cheek, you watch Oikawa lead Iwaizumi to your apartment. It’s so pathetic that you always need to rely on someone to come to your rescue. How could you stoop to this level? What happened before you met Ushijima? Were you always this reliant on others?

------

“Good morning!” Ushijima greets while walking into the classroom.

“Good morning,” you respond, checking out your boyfriend dressed in his joggers and hoodie. Even though it's not the most stylish attire, you still thought he looked so good in them as you could see the outline of his strong, muscular build (plus, his casual outfits warded away unwanted attention from girls and you were fine with that). “Did you get the assignment done?”

Ushijima stares at you blankly, “What assignment?”

“I texted you last night to remind you!” you explain exasperated at his inattentive behavior.

Ushijima whips his phone out of his pocket, staring intently at it. Suddenly the sound of the device turning on rings and his face lights up.  “I got it.”

“Just now?” you shriek, gaining the attention of other students in the room.

“When is it due?” he asks nonchalantly, as the blood in your veins starts to boil.

“Today!”

“Oh,” Ushijima eyes you stoically, then kisses you on the cheek. “Thank you for reminding me.”

You clasp your cheek while looking at him and your face grows hot from the act. “N-no problem.”

“Can I copy off--”

“No!” you scold.

------

“Y/N?”

Iwaizumi’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, did you say something?” you ask, sitting in the passenger seat beside Iwaizumi.

The morning chaos wears on into the afternoon as you drive to your parent's place with Oikawa following in Ito-san’s car behind you. Fortunately, the drive is only thirty minutes out of the city, you didn’t want to take more time out of Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s day. You feel guilty.

“Yeah…” Iwaizumi replies. “So, uh- how do you know Oikawa?”

“Um, first year of university,” you exclaim. “It was pouring rain after classes and I was waiting for it to stop.”

“Did Oikawa use one of his shitty pickup lines?”

“More like his smug remarks,” you giggle. “It’s been like… Four years? Oh my god, how have I dealt with him for that long?”

“Four years is nothing compared to the fifteen I’ve known him,” Iwaizumi grins.

“Fifteen?” you gasp as your jaw drops. “How many years has he taken off you?”

“More than I’d want,” he laughs.

You eye him carefully when he responds. It’s the first time you’ve seen Iwaizumi laugh since you’ve met him. And truthfully, it was alluring, something you’d hope to see again soon.

“He’s a good guy though,” he adds.

But not as good as you, you think. Your heart stumbles over its own rhythm as part of your brain screams at you to continue the conversation, seeing this is the only opportunity you have ever been alone with Iwaizumi.  You try to take a look at him in your peripheral, noticing his muscular arms flexing underneath his t-shirt as his strong hands grip the wheel. The same hands that guided you away from the alley to the restaurant, were now helping you again.

Did you even thank him? You doubt you had the chance in your drunken state. To be honest, you were quite embarrassed that that was his first full impression of you. You can’t believe you had the audacity to get to that point of intoxication. It hurts your head just thinking about it.

“Oh, just a left at the next turn,” you indicate. “It’s not much further from here.”

Upon arriving at your parent's place, you instruct Iwaizumi to park in front of the double car garage to which Oikawa pulls up beside. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you slide out of the car.

“Wow Y/N,” Oikawa breathes looking up at the bigger than the average house. “You never told me your parents are rich?”

“Let me unlock it,” you instruct, ignoring Oikawa. “We will unload everything into the garage.”

As you rush off, Oikawa whistles observing the two-story house taking up two lots worth of houses. “This is where she grew up?” he assumes. “Wow.”

Iwaizumi gazes at the contemporary styled home. He recalls when he heard you moved from the suburbs closer to the city and now he understood as to why.

The sound of the garage door opening startles them both as they quickly gain composure to start unloading the furniture. You let out a deep sigh, not quite ecstatic both men are at your childhood home. Not because you’re embarrassed, but because of all the questions that are followed up like what do your parents do for a living or why didn’t you tell me you had such a big house?

Oikawa and Iwaizumi diligently manage to fill the garage with your stuff. You wanted to help but only received scolding from Iwaizumi when you even lifted a finger. But in no time, the task was complete.

“Is that it?” you ask as Iwaizumi nods in compliance. “Okay, wait outside and I’ll lock up.”

But before you even get a reply, you notice Oikawa is missing and the door leading into the house from the garage is open.

“What the fuck Tōru!” you yell walking into the main part of the house in search of the annoying troublemaker. Iwaizumi follows behind, looking at the high-ceiling living space that leads into a kitchen. He’s never seen anything remotely like this before.

Oikawa pokes out from a room on the side, “Y/N, why have you never invited me over?”

“Oikawa let's go!” you snap.

“Oooh, using my last name, somebody’s pissed,” he taunts, sending you a shit-eating smile. “I’m going to look for Y/N-chans room!”

“No! Don’t!” you screech, and he laughs while running up the stairs. That stupid laugh. It can get on your nerves but you don’t have the strength to run after him. “Fine, he can do what he wants.”

You turn back to the living room and let your eyes roam around. It’s a lot different than you last remembered with a more modern take on traditional Japanese houses. There’s neutral furniture with a very minimalistic feel, almost a cold feeling.

“They’ve changed it a lot since I’ve been last here,” you whisper.

Iwaizumi looks at a picture of you and your parents mounted on the wall; your graduation photo from high school. You look good.

“So, uh, how's your wrist?" he asks.

"It's alright," you smile. "A little swollen."

"Want me to wrap it up for you when we get back?"

"Uh, sure," you reply. “Actually, I’m sure there’s some first aid supplies around here.”

He follows you down a hall into a small bathroom. He lingers in the doorway watching you open the cabinets in search of something he can use to wrap up your wrist. By some luck, you take out an elastic bandage and present it to him. “Does this work?”

He nods, taking the bandage, and holds out his hand, “Let’s see it.”

You pause before rolling up your sleeve to show the damage which is now a tinge of dark purple and red. He doesn't react though, he keeps a straight face while maintaining calm upon analyzing the bruised area. Taking your hand into his, your face grows hot, his hands are warm, the perfect temperature, making your entire body tingle. Slowly you trace your eyes back up to his face, his eyes narrow as he tucks the bandage up and around the wrist then pulls to tighten it. The gesture makes you shutter causing him to stop.

“Is it too tight?” he asks, scanning for any pain in your face

“A bit,” you squeak.

Iwaizumi loosens the bandage a bit to rewrap it again. This time he’s gentler, drawing the bandage around the wrist then wrapping across your hand and palm with a soft tug; still firm, but not quite tight.

“That should help decrease bruising,” he says, cutting the bandage and securing it with a pin.

“Thanks,” you mutter, holding your hand out to inspect it. “How do you know this stuff?”

“I’m majoring in sports sciences,” he answers.

“Woah, that’s so cool!” you smile while putting the bandages away as he continues to linger in the bathroom. “How many years do you have left?

“This is my last semester--”

“Y/N-chan! Your room is boring,” Oikawa interrupts pouting. “I couldn’t find anything embarrassing.”

“Why are you looking for that kind of stuff, Shitty-kawa!” you groan.

Iwaizumi laughs at the nickname and you have to stop yourself from smiling too hard from the sound.

“Okay, the tour is over. Let’s go!” you exclaim, pushing them towards the front door.

------

Stepping into the Oikawa’s apartment, you didn’t think you’d ever get back so soon; from driving back into the city, to dropping off Ito-san’s car and keys to finding out more information from your landlord of what’s going on. You were exhausted. Absolutely over today.

“Why do you have so much stuff,” Oikawa whines while setting your bags down in the foyer.

Maybe you should have stayed with your parents, then you wouldn’t have to deal with seeing Oikawa 24/7, but by public transit, their place was too far away and you really didn’t want to say no to Oikawa after he insisted that you bunk at his place. Plus you couldn’t agree more if Iwaizumi was going to be there.

“Stop complaining!” Iwaizumi scolds who has two of your bags in his hands. Again, he refused to let you carry anything to avoid putting any more strain on your wrist. But you didn’t mind because the sight of him carrying your bags for you makes you swoon.

“That’s not nice Iwa-chan,” Oikawa cries while closing the door then turns to you. “You can take my room until you move back in.”

“What? No, I can’t--” you begin.

“It’s either that or we share a bed,” Oikawa smirks.

“Uh, no.”

He snickers at your reply as you shuffle off to his room to put your stuff away. You blinked in surprise, almost startled by the fact how surprisingly tidy his room is. Reality sinks in as you walk up to the window looking outside to the new view of a courtyard between two apartment buildings. You’d be staying here for who knows how long and it sort of worries you. You’ve never had roommates before, the last thing you wanted was to annoy the shit out of your only friend and his hot friend.

“You good?” Oikawa’s voice scares you, to which you jump and gasp for air.

“Don’t do that!”

“Ok, well, it is my room, I just came in here to grab my things to take a shower,” he adds. To his credit, he doesn’t even look tired after such a long day. “Want to go to the library after?”

“Sure I have some assignments I need to get started on.”

“Cool!” Oikawa smiled, turning to head to the bathroom. “Also, no peeking!”

You send him a growl as he scurries away.

You exhale a deep sigh while collapsing on Oikawa’s bed feeling subtle hints of the hangover but trying to repress it with a huff. Whilst contemplating what the hell you’re going to do for a week at Oikawa’s, you feel yourself drift off...

You take a peek into the crowded classroom. A bunch of students are grouped in their cliques, chatting and laughing. You sigh, not able to recognize anyone you know. Your hands start to sweat as you hold your laptop tighter to your chest.

"It's alright. Just take it easy, everything will be fine," you mutter in an attempt to hype yourself up.

You walk into the massive lecture hall hugging the wall closest to the door to make your way up the stairs. About midway through, you glance down the row of desks and spy a seat available off to the center.

As you approach your seat, you notice someone's coat laying on the floor.

"Oh, you dropped your coat," you note, picking it up off the floor and carefully draping it back over their chair.

You glance down at the person. A young man about your age stares at you with wide stunning eyes. His hair swept to the side, slightly spiked with a tawny hue and his complexion was glowing appearing fresh and radiant.

Initially, his aura exudes kind and pure, until the mood in his eyes shifts, painting a mysterious narrative, bubbling with a playful and coy kind of hunger.

“Thanks,” he purrs.

You awkwardly smile at him and go to sit a couple of seats down from him. Just as you take your spot, the professor enters the room addressing the start of class. You look back at the brunette who looks oddly familiar, almost like Oikawa.

And it is, but he's sitting next to you with heavy lustful eyes.

Suddenly you aren't in your lecture hall anymore but in the campus library.

You're sitting at a desk, merely inches away from each other. You feel his leg lightly brush against yours. A tingling sensation jolts through your body as his touch lingers. The heat of his body warms up your exposed skin.

Oikawa leans in. "I notice you've been staring," he whispers.

His words make your insides melt at the firmness of his tone. And your heart pumps faster as he gently touches your leg with his hand. You can feel his breath on the shell of your ear as he places his hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

You start to tense up as he pulls away, with a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth.

"Do you want me?" His voice dropped to a low growl, sliding his hand up your leg.

You wake up startled, gasping for air.

What was that, you think, trying to process what has just happened. You feel a pit in your stomach grow by the second as this disoriented sensation swirls in your head. Then there’s a beat. You hold your head as the temples start to throb and the headache you’ve been waiting for rushes in so fast you couldn’t even feel it approaching.

Taking a look around, you were still in Oikawa’s room.

What the fuck.

Honestly, in all your years of friendship, you’ve never counted on having that sort of dream starring Oikawa. In theory, you had plenty of opportunities to, but why now? Something about it was strangely arousing, but you couldn’t believe you had admitted that to yourself… Oikawa is your friend.

You notice through the half-opened blinds the daylight fading low as the glow between evening and day paints the room orange. You wonder how long you’d be asleep and quickly get up realizing the day is nearly done.

Walking out, you are face to face with Iwaizumi who’s about to walk down the hallway. You let out a little yelp and clasp your chest catching your breath. The sudden excitement surprises him and he nervously laughs in response while rubbing the back of his neck.

“H-how long was I asleep?” you stumble on your words trying to process what to say.

“Not long…”

The air is filled with silence and awkwardness. Somewhere between comfortable and uncomfortable, you stand in each other's presence waiting for someone to speak first. Your eyes are groggy still from your nap and you’ve accepted your mind will be hazy but didn’t feel the need to go back and rest. The dream already spooked you enough and preferred to avoid a sequel.

“Do you know where Oikawa went?” you ask, the only appropriate topic that comes to mind.

“I think he went to the library,” he answers, walking down the hall to his room.

“Oh…”

You wanted to say something more, you felt in debt to him, even Oikawa. But mostly Iwaizumi. For saving you from the creep last night, helping you with your apartment, and even wrapping your wrist today. You wish you could do anything to repay him but didn’t quite know how…

Unless.

“Hey, so,” you call Iwaizumi who stops to look at you. His gaze is soft and you feel like your heart is going to stop. “Where’s the nearest grocery store?”

“Oh, it’s not far from here. Why? Did you need something?”

“Kind of,” you look down at your feet, unable to look at how handsome he is. “I was just thinking of making you guys something… As thanks, you know. For everything.”

Iwaizumi blinks at your response. Your cheeks felt like they were heating up as you feel his prolonged stare.

“I’ll get my coat,” he says, walking past you.

“Oh, you don’t have to come with,” you plead, following behind him to the foyer.

“Well, who else is going to protect you if a creep shows up again?” he teases.

You give him a smug smile at his words. Are we joking about this now? Well, it doesn’t matter because you would quite enjoy his company anyway. Besides, you were happy to spend more time with him.

[prioritysope]

Cheating

Reader: Female

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 0/24

I also posted this on my Archive Of Our Own and Wattpad account if you prefer reading it on there instead.

spotify playlist: cheating | music playlist

Table of Contents

Chapters 23/24 (without the prologue and epilogue)

Chapter one: AGAIN

Chapter two: SIT ON MY FACE (NSFW, +18)

Chapter three: SUSPICION

Chapter four: SPICY DATE (NSFW, +18)

Chapter five: THINGS NEVER CHANGE

Chapter six: REVELATION

Chapter seven: FIGHT

Chapter eight: TAKE IT OFF (NSFW, +18)

Chapter nine: FIRST DATE

Chapter ten: SCARLETT

Chapter eleven: FIGHT

Chapter twelve: SLOW

Chapter thirteen: ALL MINE (NSFW, +18)

Chapter fourteen: RUMOR

Chapter fifteen: GIRLFRIEND

Chapter sixteen: KARMA

Chapter seventeen: WOULD YOU BE MY PROM DATE?

Chapter eighteen: NEW FRIENDS

Chapter nineteen: GIRL’S NIGHT

Chapter twenty: NON-STOP (NSFW, +18)

Chapter twenty one: BAD NEWS

Chapter twenty two: PROM NIGHT

Chapter twenty three: FREAKY NIGHT (NSFW, +18)

Chapter twenty four: LAST DAY IN JAPAN

Epilogue: ARGENTINA

They were in a party right after the Aoba Johsai vs Karasuno game wich they won. Everything changed when a random guy came to her on the dance floor, trying to stick to her body to the beat. Although she always tried to push him, until her boyfriend came and grabbed him by the shirt.

"Don't you understand that she doesn't want to dance with you, buddy?" He muttered angrily. His jaw was clenched, not releasing the boy from his grip.

"In that case, shouldn't you tell your slutty girl not to wear such provocative clothes?" The guy commented with a wicked smile appearing on his lips.

That comment was what broke Hajime's patience and he didn't wait to land the first blow at the boy's face. A couple of people around her were beginning to realize the scene that she knew must stop, or it would get worse.

"Hajime! Please stop, babe." She screamed over the music as she grabbed her boyfriend's arm, trying to pull him up; clearly failing.

"Get the fuck out, bitch!" Iwaizumi yelled at her, pushing her aside in a somewhat brusque way, falling to the ground.

Gaby was desperate and surprised by the way he called her. At that time she didn't know how to separate them from their stupid fight. She looked around carefully, looking for someone from the volleyball team and could see Oikawa from afar. She beckoned him from where she stood until he came closer, understanding what she needed. Tooru took Hajime by the arms, already stopping in less than a rooster crowing, this embarrassing scene. Iwaizumi began to claim why not let him break that boy's face. However, he has not spoken to Gaby at any time until they got to their house.

"Iwa, baby, you haven't spoken to me since the party. Are you so upset?" She whispered as she approached her boyfriend. You could still see how angry he was from his facial expressions. "You don't have to worry, my love. I am not offended by what he..." Iwaizumi cut her off.

Iwaizumi and Gaby had been fighting over something totally stupid for a long time, according to her. This is not her first fight because of how she dresses. Fights are almost always because of his jealousy, no matter why. All the blame falls on her, no matter who started it all.

"It offends me because what it says is true." He said, now looking at her. You dress like a prostitute and that is why everyone approaches you. His hand was captured on Gaby's face, in a strong slap. "Shit...baby. You know it was not my intention, forgive me."

Hajime tried to get closer to her, but she pushed him away. This was the third time he had laid a hand on her; however, she always ended up forgiving him. She knew within herself that it was wrong and that the relationship was getting totally toxic. Even their best friend, Oikawa Tooru, has tried to talk to both of them. Without giving any result. Until Oikawa once admitted that he has feelings for her. Gaby took one last look at Iwaizumi, then grabbed her cell phone and her car keys, and thus left the apartment she had shared with him since they started dating.

Gaby started her car and headed for the Oikawa apartment. He was the only person I could count on. During that time, she remembered the proposal he made to her.

"Just think about it, little cutie. You don't feel happy with Iwa-chan anymore, right?" He had that flirtatious smile that characterizes him. She was just sitting next to him while they waited for her boyfriend who was taking a shower after his practice. "We will only have sex. I know I told you that I like you, but I can hide those feelings so you don't feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know, Tooru. What if he finds out?" She was really considering that proposal. "Let me think about it, okay?

She was already sick of all that toxicity from their relationship. She believes that Oikawa's proposal is the solution or until she knows how to end her relationship with Iwaizumi. Maybe it was wrong, but she couldn't take it anymore. What could possibly go wrong with having sex with your best best after every fight with your boyfriend? There would be no feelings involved. Just two friends pleasuring and enjoying each other. In addition to distracting from the shit that she currently lives with.

Toc. Toc. Toc.

Three knocks on the door were enough to have Oikawa opening the door. His face showed surprise to see her there, but his expression changed quickly when Tooru saw her face somewhat reddish from Hajime's slap, the dry tears on her cheeks and her eyes red from crying so much.

“Again? God, little cutie. I'm so sorry.” He said softly, taking her by the hands to make her enter and hold her tightly against his chest.

“I accept your proposal, Shittykawa. And don't make me repeat it.” she murmured against his chest as her face flushed with shame. “Just promise me this. No feelings, okay?”

Oikawa smiled at the shorter's words. “I promise, little cutie.”

[sleepysunasimp]

6 - Drawing Lots

A/N: Hi, so sorry for the lack of updates so here's one earlier! I will be exploring a lot with other schools too so look forward to it ^^

Kiyoko had left you in charge of tomorrow’s itinerary since she was busy helping the other managers at the dining hall but there were enough hands, thus that was why you were alone in the managers’ room. You were having a little struggle with the work given since you had never done it before so Daichis’s text felt like a huge relief to you to step away from your current work.

Grabbing a jacket from your futon, you hurried out of the door. You struggled with your sneakers as you held onto the door that you didn’t notice someone passing by, causing you to lose your grip on the door knob.

“Woah!” Someone caught you right before you plummeted to the ground. You could feel your heart froze at that moment because you obviously, nearly fell on your face. “Are you okay?” The same voice spoke again, breaking you out of your daze.

You glanced up to find a concerned looking boy staring back at you. You quickly scrambled out of his arms in shock and fell onto the ground. “H-hi… Akaashi is it?” You tried to remember the name of the boy from the list of boys in the training camp.

“Woah there, I’m not going to bite,” he smiled slightly as he held his hand out, waiting for you to grab it so that he could pull you up. “I was actually heading towards hall one to draw lots and I thought I should come over to guide you to the room… since you are kind of unfamiliar of this place… am I right?”

“You might be right about that,” you replied with a small smile as you grabbed his hand, letting him pull you up as if you weighted nothing. “I had been busy with helping the managers that I didn’t have time to explore or familiarise myself with this place or even had time to train with the boys.”

“You… train with the boys?” Akaashi raised his eyebrows at your comments as the two of you started walking together.

“Yeah, long story short it is a way to get some exercise into my routine. I know no managers do that but I do,” you grinned. “Now since you’ve asked me a question, it’s my turn: how did you know I was supposed to go draw lots as well?”

You swear you could see Akaashi blush slightly but he turned his head too fast for you to verify it. Nonetheless, you averted your attention from him, focusing on the path in front of you as he took his time to answer.

“I… I might have overheard Daichi-san complaining… about a certain manager after looking up from his phone,” he explained. “And since your two other managers are helping at the dining hall, the only other available manager is you.”

“That’s very observant of you,” you grinned. “Thank you.”

He gave you a slight nod before pointing at one of the doors in front of you, with a signboard that said ‘Hall 1’. He pushed the door open and you stepped in, noticing a couple more people who had arrived before you.

You recognised most of the people there such as the tall Russian boy and the shorter third year libero from Nekoma arguing away to be Yaku and Lev. However, there were two other people who you had never seen before during practice… but they looked so familiar with their teal jerseys.

“Aren’t those guys from Aoba Johsai?” You halted, nudging Akaashi. “Wait, I recognise the both of them!” You started nudging harder at the Fukorodani setter. “It’s angry but kind boy and his feral overgrown child!”

“Excuse me, what did you just call us?” The Nekoma libero overheard you.

“Not you, Yaku!” Lev said. “You can’t be overgrown if you’re still short.”

“The overgrown child is you, Lev! We’re supposed to be practicing receives but you decided to come here instead” Yaku argued back.

“No, I’m not talking about you two!” You hushed them immediately and pointed at the two teal boys. “Them. I haven’t seen them at practice at all today”

“And which one am I supposed to be?” The light brown hair scoffed, turning his attention towards you as he crossed his arms. “If you need to know, I am neither as I am the most perfect setter and captain-“

“Shittykawa can you please shut up for a second and think about it? Obviously you’re the overgrown feral child,” his friend smacked him on the back to shut him up. “Even though it’s kind of hurtful to call me angry but I’ll take kind-“

“OBJECTION! When are you ever kind, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa jumped in.

“Shush it!” Iwaizumi said, giving Oikawa another punch on the back.

“To answer your question, Y/N,” Akaashi intercepted before things got even messier. “They could only come after their activities today thus why they just arrived. We took this opportunity to learn from Aoba Johsai as well.”

“Now that that’s done, can we draw lots now for the test of courage? Lev, this ungrateful giant, needs to practice his receives,” Yaku asked.

“How would we be doing it?” Akaashi asked.

“I know! What about rock, paper, scissors?” Lev offered.

“That’s a great idea! But I have a better one!” You joined in. “Why don’t I pick first and you guys argue it amongst yourself?”

“I didn’t know you were such a ruthless person, Y/N,” Lev pouted.

“Now you know,” you winked at him as you reached your hand into the box that was sitting in the middle of everyone and pulled out a piece of paper. Slowly, everyone else took their turns and opened their papers together.

You glanced at the paper in your hand and it made you freeze. The neat handwriting on the paper had the name of Aoba Johsai on it. And oh god… you knew how bad Karasuno’s relationship was with them and yet, they were the ones who you have gotten.

You glanced at Akaashi who was looking at your expression and gave him the widest grin you could ever offer, trying to cover the distraught look that was written a mere second ago. He opened his mouth to say something but you waved him off. “It’s nothing if you’re wondering. T-This is great! I can’t… I can’t… I can’t wait,” you tried to say those words out but it turned out to be harder than you could even say.

You turned away almost immediately and headed towards the doors to leave. You were panicking mentally but you had to pull a confident back since the boys were still staring at you.

Since Aoba Johsai was the school that Karasuno had gotten to scare, you were determined, let it be the best scare Aoba Johsai was going to get. However, how were you going to execute your plan when you had pissed them off even before knowing them? You gave a big sigh as you closed the door behind you and you decided to trust yourself. You were going to do it. You were going to terrorise Aoba Johsai in the best way possible. But before you could plan out how you were going to scare them, you sent a text to your team:

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[illegal-spiegel]

Boyfriend! Iwaizumi hcs

Genre: fluff, smut Warnings: smut is at the very end, degradation, exhibitionism?, public sex, oral(giving), fingering(receiving)  A/N: hopefully this is okay. I kind of got carried away I think?? I also wrote this at 4 am and I don’t know if I did this request correctly so I’m sorry if this sucks 🥺 and requests are open!!

Takahiro actually convinced you to become their manager

you were one of the few females who didn’t kiss the ground Oikawa walks on, so you were the perfect candidate 

so, here you were at practice weeks later, taking notes on what they’ve improved on over and break and what they still need to work on 

Oikawa constantly tries to flirt with you but it always just goes in one ear and out the other 

you appreciate him trying but their isn’t anything anyone could do about how you feel about their ace

you got a crush on him as soon as you walked into the gym all those weeks ago 

one day, Oikawa catches on to your little crush and decides to play cupid

he does everything to get you two alone 

he invited you to eat lunch with him and Iwa and then ditched as soon as you showed up, saying he ‘has to go talk to coach’ 

the impromptu lunch date actually went really well. It was the first time that you two actually had a conversation that wasn’t about volleyball or Oikawa being dumb

after hearing from you both that it went well, his plans only got more crazy

he eventually just locked you both in the supply closet when you were trying to clean up after practice 

he then did the cliché thing where he told you both to confess your feelings or he wouldn’t let you out 

both you and Iwa were as red as firetrucks and kept stuttering 

this lasted all of five minutes before coach yelled at him to let you both out 

when you came out though, Iwa decided to grow a pair and ask you out 

your entire body was heating up with embarrassment, knowing the whole team was watching you attentively 

you give him a shy smile and nod your head, agreeing to the date

Iwa rolls his eyes when the whole team erupts in cheers and calls of “Finally!” and “About time!”

he put a lot of thought and effort into your date and made it one of the best experiences of your life

you two have been dating for a couple months now and Oikawa always complains that he made a mistake because he’s always the third wheel now 

Iwa knows you’re shy and doesn’t ever make you do something you don’t want to do

he’s okay with pda but if you’re too shy for it, then he won’t do anything unless it’s a hidden gesture in places like under desks or in the supply closet 

this man WILL make you wear his tracksuit jacket though. He doesn’t need anyone hitting on you while he’s not around 

you always get so flustered when someone confesses their love to you, gives you love letters, brings you food they made, or just anything affectionate 

you also don’t know how to tell them how to ‘stfu and leave me alone’ as Iwa put it when you were texting him one day 

he always gets jealous when you show up to practice holding something someone else gave you 

today, it’s cookies

“Ooh, (Y/n)-chan got another confession today!” Oikawa always coos when you show up with something from someone who isn’t Iwa

he takes a cookie out and chews on it before making a face and shaking his head 

“Don’t date them, (Y/n). Their cooking is terrible!” 

cue Iwa coming up and hitting the back of his head 

afterward, he does not hesitate to take the cookies and throw them away with a scowl, making the other boys whine that they wanted one too

“What did I tell you?” Iwa asks as he comes back up to you, crossing his arms 

you look down at your shoes, playing with your fingers 

“To not accept anything from anyone who is trying to pursue me romantically, and that if I absolutely have to accept it, then to not keep it, and to just throw it or give it away,” you mumble perfectly

you’ve had this talk many times 

he gives a single nod and a huff, waiting for you to look at him before continuing 

“So, why did you accept and keep the cookies?” you bite your lip, looking out a window and keeping your gaze there

“He told me he made them for me and spent all night making them. I felt bad, and everyone was staring, and I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I just told him thank you and took the cookies,” you ramble

Iwa squints his eyes, ready to argue when you quickly add, “I told him later on when people weren’t looking at us that I have a boyfriend.”

and just like that, his chest deflates and he relaxes 

“Good.” is all he says before he wraps you up in a hug 

Oikawa playfully gags, giving Iwa a sheepish smile when he realizes he was too loud and made Iwa glare at him 

the fact that you’re so short is absolutely adorable to him 

he constantly teases you for it but makes sure you know that he loves the height difference between you two 

he always uses it to his advantage too 

“Iwa, give me back my phone!” you shout as you try to jump for it, groaning when he only holds it up higher 

“No, you haven’t been giving me enough attention. Give me ten kisses and I’ll give it back,” he negotiates

you roll your eyes, biting back a smile as you playfully glare up at him 

“Fine, whatever, okay,” you sass, placing a hand on your hip 

he smiles victoriously at you before stooping down to connect your lips 

those ten kisses turned into eleven

and then twelve 

then thirteen 

and you just kept going and making them longer until you two were making out 

his parents completely adore you and have told you to go ahead and marry into the family 

Iwa was more than embarrassed by this 

your boyfriend would pay every penny he has to be able to cuddle you 

the man loves his cuddles, what can he say?

you two do study dates a lot but more often than not, they end up being make out sessions 

Oikawa has caught you two making out on more than one occasion

one time, he jokingly asked if he can join in 

Iwa bout strangled the poor boy to death

sometimes if you and Oikawa are joking around during practice or lunch, Iwa will go quiet 

he remembers when his best friend would flirt with you when you first became their manager 

at first, it bothered him because you were just another distraction 

but then, it started to bother him because you were a distraction to him and he didn’t understand why his eyes would always find you during practice 

eventually, he started to yell at Oikawa to pay attention anytime his eyes went to you or would flirt with you during practice 

you know about his insecurity that you’ll one day decide to date the captain instead of him

you try not to do anything to spur this insecurity to life but sometimes, it happens when you don’t even think you’re doing anything 

whenever he gets like this, you spend a whole day with him doing his favorite things 

cuddling, watching movies, eating agedashi tofu, sharing hundreds of kisses, giving back rubs, and sometimes even having sex 

now, that is one of his favorite activities 

has told you before that he likes have sex with you more than he likes playing volleyball 

you always laugh and disagree, telling him there’s no way, seeing as how he’s so obsessed 

he then argues that he’s more obsessed with you than volleyball 

one day at practice he was just missing all his receives, having someone receive his spikes, and the list goes on 

everyone was at a lost, wondering what was wrong with the ace 

eventually, he came up to coach and asked if he could take a break and go buy a sports drink at a nearby vending machine 

coach agrees, knowing he’s off his game today 

Iwa gives you a look before going to the locker room to get his wallet 

you sneak away and follow him to the locker room, concerned about your boyfriend 

you’ve taken about three steps into the locker room before he pushes you against the lockers, starting to rut against you 

“You need to go shopping,” he says suddenly, your brain trying to catch up to what’s happening

after a couple seconds of you being quiet to process what’s happening right now, you realize he said something 

“Huh?” you ask confusedly, your mind just wanting to focus on the bulge pressing against you

“This weekend, I’m taking you clothes shopping. Your skirts are getting too short on you,” he replies, his voice dropping considerably 

your jaw drops open a bit at this, your heart stuttering in your chest before going into overdrive

you’ve had your skirts since first year and you haven’t really grown at all, so you just kept them and didn’t bother wasting your money to buy more 

two years later, you’ve grown a couple inches and the skirts you own are a little bit shorter on you now 

“God, I kept hoping you’d bend down to pick up a volleyball, showing me what panties you’re wearing today,” he whispers into your ear, pulling his hips back to let his fingers run over your wet panties 

“And then I realized that you can’t. All the boys would see what’s mine,” he groans, rubbing his erection on your thigh 

“Especially Oikawa. Ha, he’d never admit it but I’m sure he’d pay to see your ass in your lacy panties,” he seethes, suddenly harshly tugging your panties down your legs 

“You’d like that, huh? To show everyone what a whore you are,” he growls, prepping you both before he shoves himself deep inside of you

let’s just say, when you both came back, everyone knew what happened and just didn’t speak on it 

once he started playing again though, he was playing better than he ever has

after realizing this, he makes it a routine to have sex with you before games

if you don’t have enough time or privacy to have full on sex, than he’ll just make you blow him or something and promise to pay you back later

if you’re giving him a handjob, then he’ll finger you

MASTERLIST

More with Haikyuu!!

[lunarfrogmoth]

Haikyuu!! Fic Recs!

Just a few of my favourite Haikyuu fics, I’ll probably have more to add in the future! I’m sorry if some of the descriptions were shorter than others, I am just # bad at words, these are all so so good and I love them so so much. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4685363 

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Bokuaka 

Chapters: One-Shot, 3762 words

This has got to be one of my favourite fics ever, comfort fic honestly. It’s so sweet and heartfelt, and I love how Akaashi has a superpower kind of, but it’s used in the most everyday life kind of way. I love everyday magic kind of stuff yk? Bokuto and Akaashi are just so lovely and this is just so well written. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29666208/chapters/72942465 

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences 

Pairings: Mainly IwaOi with others 

Chapters: 9/?, 85236 

Miraculous Ladybug AU with IwaOi. Do I need to say more? I love this more than Miraculous I think sometimes. I don’t normally like AUs that much, but this is soo well written, and I adore how they’ve incorporated the world of Miraculous with the characters of Haikyuu, and also the characters are so well written. It is lovely

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3346724 

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Pairing: KageHina

Chapters: One-Shot, 4719 words 

This is simply adorable, one of my favourite KageHina fics ever. Just KageHina being the adorable idiots that they are. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1924698/chapters/4154385 

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Pairings: None

Chapters: 38/38,  122310 words

This one is Long, and also please check the tags for warnings. Violence, major character (Hinata) injury, scenes at a hospital, PTSD. I can’t remember if there is anything else that should be mentioned here, but feel free to ask if you have a specific trigger that might come up based on the description, I can check and see! Other than that, this is SUCH a great fic, it is long but it is so so worth the read. The way everything has been handled is so great, and it’s such a well written, insightful, though provoking fic, and is honestly one of my favourite things I’ve read this year. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3509384

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Pairings: Kuroken + minor mentions of others 

Chapters: One-Shot, 6909 words

Absolutely hilarious, Kuroken excellence + Captain Squad shenanigans. I love this fic. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3078689 

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Bokuaka 

Chapters: One-Shot, 4177 words

Read this one a while ago so I don’t remember all the details, but it was so very funny and sweet. I am a sucker for ‘person a is in love with person b, goes online anonymously for advice and gets it unknowingly from person b, they are both in love with each other and stupid’. This is a terrible description but a wonderful fic! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1713755 

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Tsukiyama 

Chapters: One-Shot, 921 words

Enchantingly sweet and simple, I love this. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4014046/chapters/9019585 

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Pairing: IwaOi + other background relationships 

Chapters: 12/12,  61938 words

Soulamate AU with IwaOi!! You see colour only after meeting your soulmate. Iwa meets Oikawa and sees colour. Oikawa doesn’t. Lots of yearning, angst and fluff, a really wonderful slowburn story that uses this premise in such a cool way!! I love the word building so much. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2140443

Rating: General Audiences 

Pairings: Minor Daisuga, Kagehina and Tsukiyama. Karasuno as a team is the focus. 

Chapters: One-Shot,  1753 words

Karasuno fluff! I am so soft for Karasuno, and this fic is so adorable. Nothing makes me smile more than wholesome Karasuno interactions. 

[hq-lovin]

road trip shenanigans

ft. a shit ton of ppl bc Y/n has a lot of friends such as

Hajime Iwaizumi as The Mom Friend

Tooru Oikawa as That Bitch✨

Takahiro Hanamaki as Idiot #1

finally,

Issei Mattsukawa as Idiot #2

supporting characters : Tetsuro Kuroo, Kotarou Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Kei Tsukishima, Shoyo Hinata

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hello 😺 this is a toss up between crack and fluff, I write this bc the seijoh boys were growing on me but in between I went through a Kuroo phase so he’s here too, btw this is all platonic, I hope you enjoy 😀✨

➣ pairing : platonic! seijoh boys x short, fem!reader (I’m sorry for all you tall girls out there 😭)

➣ scenario [1437]

➣ warning : none, seijoh boys making fun of you, other ppl making fun of you (as a joke), short reader, i’m talking s h o r t,

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platonic seijoh (and others) x fem, short, reader

The sun shone brightly in the sky that were filled with large fluffy clouds. You breathed in the fresh air as you walked out of the store carrying a grocery bag that were filled with food and drinks. Squinting slightly, you spot Hajime stretching his legs as Tooru chatted his ear off. Near them, was Takahiro struggling to climb into Issei’s back, who looked very uninterested at the moment.

“I told you already, you’re too short to climb on my back,” Matsukawa rolls his eyes playfully, staying still as a rock.

“Shut up, at least I’m not as short Iwa-chan over there,” hearing Hanamaki’s statement, Iwaizumi stops his stretches.

“What was that?” He barks raising a brow at the two idiots. Takahiro scrambles to climb faster as a provoked Hajime approaches him. Deciding to save Takahiro, you sped up your pace.

“I’m back, I have snacks with me,” you smile handing them to Iwaizumi. In the corner of your eye, you spot Hanamaki breath out a breath of relief.

“You’re a life saver Y/n,” He whispers and you throw him a wink.

“What’d you get?”

“Oh, just the usual you know—“

“Did you get..”

“Yes I got your milk bread,” you say with a roll of your eyes, fishing out the milk bread you toss it over to Oikawa who gasps and stars to unpack the delicious food. You swore you saw shimmers in his eyes.

“Who’s driving next?” Mattsukawa asks, Hanamaki still on his back. Iwaizumi sighs and stretches his arms before answering.

“I’ll drive, Y/n’s next,” upon hearing this you stop in your tracks, eyebrows ruffling in confusion, along with the dreadful feeling stewing up in your stomach.

“What? Why?” You pout as Oikawa hands you a piece of his precious milk bread. Shoving the food in your mouth, you tilt your head.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t driven yet,” Issei shrugs, Takahiro jumping in surprise at the sudden movement.

“Watch it,” he grumbles, Matsukawa only smiles in response.

“I get the food though,” you try and reason but Hajime is quick to shut you down with his stern mom voice. Your shoulder slump, but your moodiness doesn’t last for a long time when Oikawa decides to blast music.

After a while of screaming your lungs out, spilling snacks, and wondering how Iwaizumi got his hair that spiky, your time to drive had finally arrived.

“There’s no getting out of this,” Hajime crosses his arms like a strict dad and you bite your lip from smiling to wide, it would ruin your chances of convincing him.

“But what if—”

“No.”

“Okay but like if I—”

“No.”

“Hajime! Just please—”

“No. End of discussion.”

Stunned at his choice of words, you drag yourself to the front seat. Hanamaki calls dibs on the front seat, promising to play all your favourite songs to keep your sanity in check.

Grabbing onto the wheel, you realize something. Your feet rest right below the pedals, and you find yourself having to sit up straighter just to get a view of the road. Biting your lip, you sigh and move to adjust your seat

“What’re you doing?” a voice calls out from behind your seat, shifting around you see a confused look planted Matsukawa’s face. Your mind quickly thinks of an excuse, too embarrassed to tell him truth about your problem. But alas, before you could spit out a word or even a sound out of your gaping mouth, Hanamaki had beaten you to the punch.

“She’s adjusting her seat, she can’t reach the steering wheel,” gasping, you let out a whine and slap him lightly on the shoulder as he continues to cackle at your flustered state.

“Hiro! You can’t just blurt that out!” You pout and slump onto your seat.

“Awh, is wittle Y/n angry because she can’t see above the dashboard?” Issei’s coos mockingly, making your glare at him through the rear view mirror.

“Is this why you didn’t wanna drive so bad? Because you’re so small?” Hajime sticks out his bottom lip and ruffles your hair, much like an older brother teasing their younger sibling, excepts it’s a grown man making fun of their short friend. You grumble underneath your breath as a chorus of laughs were aimed towards you.

“It’s okay Y/n-chan!” a peppy Oikawa smiles, “Iwa-chan over here isn’t too tall himself!” he chuckles before earning himself a punch in the shoulder from “Iwa-chan.”

“Yeah, yeah, just drive Y/n,” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and you continue to adjust your seat.

“Damn, you really can’t reach the far?”

“Listen—” and before you knew it, they were back to teasing and poking at your patience.

“Ahh! Oikawa-san!” a cheery voice calls out, and you turn to your side to see a bubbly boy with orange hair running rapidly towards the car. For a moment you think to start the engine and speed out of there, but you spot other familiar faces.

“Oi Oi, what do we have here?” Your eyes meet catlike ones and sigh before lifting a hand to say hello to Kuroo. You smile at Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima that were trailing behind him.

“Is little Chibi-chan driving now?” He smiles and pats your head and for the third time that evening, one of the four boys behind you quickly yells an answer before you could even open your mouth.

“She’s too short to drive! Look at how much she had to adjust her seat!” Mattsukawa yells and stretches his legs in front to show how much space he had, and indeed there was a lot.

“Y/n! You haven’t grown since highschool!” a certain grey haired owl gasps dramatically, slapping his hands onto his cheeks for effect. Akaashi places a warning hand on Bokuto and Tsukishima hides a smirk.

“You’re shorter than me!” Hinata yells for the entire world to here, copying Bokuto’s actions with wide eyes. At this point you’re tired and the only thing you manage to do was roll your eyes once more.

“Aww, that’s okay shrimp!” Kuroo giggles (yes he giggles, you can fight me on that) and leans down taking your cheek in his thumb and index finger, pinching it slightly.

“Kuroo! You’re supposed to be the one defending me!” You pout swatting his hand away.

“Since when,” he cocks a brow, grinning.

“Since...since that one time in the training camp you said I wasn’t that short!” Pointing a finger at him.

“That was because you were standing next to Yachi,” he snorts.

“And even Yachi grew a little,” Tsukishima smirks, joining in on the fun. You slump back onto your seat and lean on the palm of your hand, dejected.

“If it helps Y/n-san! I’m not that tall either!” Hinata jumps up and down whilst waving a hand in order to get your attention.

“Yeah! And Iwa-chan isn’t either! See? You’re not alone in this Y/n!” Hanamaki places a “comforting” hand on your shoulder as Hajime raises a brow.

For the rest of the day, you hung out with the boys, endured through their teasing comments about your height. It wasn’t so bad, especially when you had Hajime and Shoyo as your personal bodyguards, although they made the occasional short jokes as well, they were pretty decent.

But alas, the day had come to an end. You all decided to book the same hotel together because nothing could possibly go wrong, nope, not one thing.

“Tsukishima give me back my phone!” You reach up as far as you could on our top toes, not wanting to jump since that would cause a disturbance to the people below you.

“Don’t worry Y/n! I’ll get it for you!” Hinata says and starts running towards Kei who was dangling your phone right above your hands.

Just before Hinata could jump, Bokuto tackles him onto the bed, then proceeds to play wrestle with him.

“My hero,” you sigh and look back at Tsukishima who had a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“It’s right here, just come get it,” He smiles. You sigh and memories from this morning went through your head. Although these boys could be a pain in the ass, tease you relentlessly about your short stature, take your belongings and proceed to dangle them above you, you loved all of them and absolutely nothing could change that.

“Help! Iwa-chan’s chasing me!” A distressed Oikawa enters into the hotel room along with a feral Hajime closing in on him. Hanamaki record the whole thing as Mattsukawa is howling in laughter. Yes, nothing could change your love for these boys.

[frogtanii]

🔮-

can i confess something really quick-

i was gonna send you one ask anonymously, and that was it, maybe chirp in every once in a while.

i wasnt gonna even set myself aside as crystal ball anon, because ✨a n x i e t y✨ but here i am now. 🤡

this is my 4th ask, and i have decided to stay because i feel vv loved whenever i see you interacting with your anons and when you reply to my asks- (is that weird akdndjnshxnz) i hope thats okay-

A N Y W A Y S MOVING ON-

from y/n's perspective, considering what oikawa has done to her in the past, the apology must have hit her harder than a pile of bricks because-

Why here, why now, of all the damn places and times he could have pulled her aside to apologize?

i love that omi also tried apologizing (catch me wishing to slow dance with omi 😙✌️), but again, TIME AND PLACE.

i dunno, i just think that the party wasnt the •i d e a l a p o l o g y a r e a• plus, y/n was feeling socially drained from talking and smiling for the cameras (understandable, have a nice day y/n-).

but still, the dance with omi, once y/n established that she didnt want to talk about the apology yet and he totally respected her decision (i wished everyone respected others' decisions- 🤡), the dance must have felt like a small break from the atmosphere of their current environment.

i had to reread it cuz i was half awake when i first read it and i wasnt grasping what was happening but-

ari and halsey 🥺 complimenting 🥺 and being 🥺 nice 🥺 to y/n 🥺 she must feel absolutely relieved that there are nice fem "influencers" and "celebrities" who dont drag people through the mud. *ahem* mitochondria *ahem*

is me making headcanons and sending them to you okay?

and would it be alright if i send you drabbles/ short scenarios i think of?

//askly headcanons//

•when y/n felt down one day, atsumu defo tried cooking for her, and roped in bokuto only because he entered the kitchen while he was getting the ingredients. long story short, they nearly burned down the kitchen but good thing omi/akaashi arrived.

•ok but sitting on oikawas lap while doing his eyeliner?? and putting on highlight?? and lipgloss?? 😩

•iwa tryna convince his s/o to go with him to the gym because s/o was whining about wanting to work out only for them to sit and watch him workout and eat the granola bars they brought.

•i think kuroo wouldnt hold hands all the time, but if his s/o was wearibg pants with a back pocket, he would the back pocket hold and twirly-twirl his s/o like in "to all the boys ive loved before" (if youve seen it)

•(hes not in pf but still) tsukki, if his s/o was mad at him, he would most definitely like grab their face with his one hand and turn their face to his before squishing their cheeks between his fingers and apologizing in a baby voice(he usually gets smacked in retaliation, or if they're really upset, they would start crying and he'd instantly feel bad), but obvi, if its a more serious apology, he would do that but say sorry more genuinely and seriously.

•on the tsukki note, he also uses his shorter s/o as an arm rest. (p.s. 0/10 would not recommend having your head and person used as an arm rest by a man 🤢 HAHAHAHSHS)

and lastly-

*i n h a l e s*

HAVE YOU HAD A DECENT MEAL YET? HOW BOUT A GLASS OF WATER? MHMM, HOW BOUT SLEEP AND NOT JUST SCROLLING THROUGH SOCIAL MEDIA? MHMMMM, ARE YOU AWARE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT YOU ARE LOVED AND VERY MUCH DESERVE THE LOVE YOU RECEIVE?

😠aggressive kith and affection😠

much love and good vibes

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

aww, ur message at the beginning was v sweet, m glad u made the leap to continue to send in asks!!! i love reading ur hcs (these ones included!!) && ur always so considerate checking in on me!! ((yes i did eat just now && i’ve been having water all day!!)) ilyyyy (platonically hehe) <333

[autumnsart22]

Oikawa x reader ch. 12

Sorry for the angst this chapter 🤭 Hope you still enjoy though!

Kuroo flicked me hard on the cheek. “Wrong again! Damn, this isn’t that hard.” 

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Chemistry is so boring!” 

Kenma looked up from across the table briefly from his game. “I wouldn’t say that, Y/n-san. Kuroo is a chemistry nerd. He loves it.” 

Bokuto laughed loudly in agreement, Akaashi snapping at him to get back to work. 

It was Sunday afternoon, and I sat at Kenma’s dining room table with Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma. Exams were coming up, and all of us were cramming as much studying in as possible. I had decided to tag along with the captains and setters of Fukurodani and Nekoma, knowing that they could help me with some of my work. 

I let out a pathetic moan, shoving my science homework aside. “I can’t! My brain is fried, it’s too much!” 

“Take a break,” Akaashi suggested. “Come back to it later.” 

I sighed, sliding out of my chair. “How about I don’t come back to it later?”

Kuroo chuckled. “I hope you know you’re never going to pass your chemistry exam, sorry.” 

I flipped him off, turning to Kenma. “Wanna play Mario Kart?” 

The Nekoma setter glanced up from his game, eyeing me. “Really?”

“Dude I love Mario Kart, why wouldn’t I want to play?” The long haired boy moved faster than I had ever seen. “Ok, I’ll set it up.”

Bokuto whined. “Akaaashiiii please let me play? I don’t want to write this anymore.”

Akaashi sighed. “Bokuto-san, you’re failing English. You need to study if you’re going to pass.” 

“But--!” 

“Fine, but only twenty minutes.” 

Bokuto whooped, and I covered my mouth to hide my smile. I noticed red staining Akaashi’s cheeks, and I glanced at Kuroo. The black haired captain was smirking as he surveyed the two Fukurodani players, and I resolved to ask him about it later. 

Bokuto and I raced to the living room, where Kenma sat cross legged on the rug. A few controls were already laid out, and I positioned myself next to Kenma. 

As we played, we got insanely loud, even Kenma. The short boy won every round, but I got kind of close on our third game, which caused him to start shouting louder than I had ever heard. Bokuto was the worst, flipping off the road more than actually driving and laughing giddily as he collided with other cars. 

After our fifth round playing, I threw down my control in defeat. “Dammit Kenma, can’t you just let me win one??” He smiled a little. “No, definitely not.” 

“Are you guys done?” Kuroo called from the kitchen. 

I scrambled from my spot on the floor, grabbing Bokuto’s arm. “Time to get back to work!” 

The Fukurodani captain groaned but followed me back into the kitchen, Kenma trailing behind. 

As I took a seat at the table, my phone dinged. I pulled it from my pocket, feeling my stomach leap as I saw Oikawa’s name across the screen. I opened the message, smiling a little as I read it. 

Oikawa

Hey Y/n-chan! R u free this saturday? 

Y/n

Ya why? 

Oikawa

There’s apparently a big volleyball club party happening in the city

Y/n

Oh cool with all the local teams? 

Oikawa

Yeah, and its at this big club 😱

Y/n

Sure ill come :)

Oikawa

Do you have a ride? I can drive you

Y/n

R u sure? I can drive myself

Oikawa

No I want to drive u

Y/n

Haha ok if you say so

Oikawa

🤩

Ill pick you up at 6 on saturday

I laughed a little, setting my phone down, only to find everyone at the table staring at me.

“What?” I asked. 

“Who were you just texting?” Kuroo asked, and I blushed furiously. 

“No one.”

“Hm...right.” 

Before I could blink, Bokuto snatched my phone off the table, clicking the screen and reading the last text from Oikawa. 

“OHOHOOOO, Mr. Pretty Boy from the beach!” He yelled. 

“Seijoh’s captain?” Kuroo asked. 

I groaned. “Stoppppp, he was just asking about a party this weekend.” 

“Then why are you blushing so much, Y/n-san?” 

Everyone at the table laughed and I buried my burning face in my hands. 

            ✨✨✨✨

Apparently the party at the club was going to be huge, even bigger than the beach one. Karasuno was going, as well as Nekoma and Fukurodani. 

I debated for way too long on what I should wear, eventually facetiming Kiyoko for support. She was wearing a glittery gold cocktail dress, so I didn’t feel bad about wearing my skin tight black body con dress. 

I usually didn’t wear much makeup, but I ended up putting on shimmery eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lip gloss, dressing the whole look down by wearing my adidas sneakers. 

At 5:46, I was so nervous, I felt like I was going to puke. I paced around my room, tugging on my dress and second guessing everything I was doing. God, I needed to calm the fuck down. It was just Oikawa, and it wasn’t even like we were going alone. 

I looped my bag over my shoulder, jogging down the stairs. I snatched my phone from the charger on the kitchen table and scrolled through my snapchat. Kiyoko was already at the club, proven by a video on her story of Tanaka and Nishinoya dancing together in the middle of a crowd, lights flashing different colors in a confusing blur. 

As I clicked over to instagram, I heard a knock on the door and froze. I practically fell out of my chair as I scrambled over to the door, flinging it open. 

Oikawa leaned against the side of the house, dressed in jeans, black shirt with a matching black bomber jacket, a pair of glasses sliding down his nose. My heart thumped, and I pressed my hands together to keep them from shaking. 

“Hey,” I said, smiling. 

Oikawa looked up and froze, eyes wide. “Y-You-”  His gaze moved down my body, his lips partying slightly as he let out a breath. “You look great.” 

I bit my lip and laughed a little. “Thanks. You do too.” 

He raked his hand through his hair, looking slightly flustered. Clearing his throat, he smiled radiantly. “Are you ready?”

“Yup! How long is the drive?” We walked together to the car, and he opened the door to the passenger side for me. I tugged down my dress as I slid onto his leather seat, and Oikawa set up directions on his phone to the club. 

“How is the rest of the team getting there?” I asked. 

Oikawa shrugged. “No clue. I think most of them are hitching Ubers so they don’t have to worry about getting drunk.” 

“Very responsible,” I grinned. 

“Speaking of responsibility…” he whipped a joint and passed it to me with a lighter. I took it, sticking the end in my mouth, lighting it, and taking a large hit. “Hey save some for me!” He cried. 

As we drove, top down, we blasted Harry Styles at full volume. I stood up with my hands in the air, the night air whipping across my skin and making me feel like I was flying. 

It was a way shorter drive than I expected, but parking took forever. Cars were lined up all down all the surrounding blocks, and we had to find a spot a few blocks away. As we walked, Oikawa smoked the remainder of the joint and we poked fun at each other. 

As we approached the club, there was a line of people out the door and down the block. I groaned when I saw it, but Oikawa spotted Iwaizumi and a few other Seijoh players closer to the door, so we slid down the line to be with them. 

“Woah, Y/n, you’re looking fine as hell!” Yuda smirked. I felt Oikawa stiffen beside me, but I laughed out loud. 

“Thanks Yuda, that means a lot.” 

As we got closer to the doors, music echoed into the night, practically shaking the sidewalk. My adrenaline was spiking, and I bounced on my heels in excitement. 

Iwaizumi looked a bit more stoic, and I leaned over to him to whisper in his ear. “Hey Iwa, how are you doing? Is your mom ok?” 

Iwaizumi smiled and touched my arm, nodding. “Yeah, thanks for asking. She got back from the hospital yesterday, and she’s doing a lot better.”

“Oh that’s great to hear!” 

He nodded, and I looped one of my arms with his, the other with Oikawa on the other side. “I’m glad you guys are here with me,” I said, smiling. “I’m glad I met you.” 

“Aw, chibi-chan, no need to get so sentimental,” Oikawa smirked, poking my shoulder.

I pushed him lightly, but sighed. “I’m serious. I really thought that Aoba Johsai was going to be a terrible fit, but I’m so lucky to have you guys as friends.” 

I didn’t notice the slightly pained expression on Oikawa’s face, or the pitying one Iwa shot his friend, practically screaming friendzoned.

Iwaizumi ruffled my hair. “I’m happy you ended up coming to Seijoh and becoming our manager too. I wish you had joined earlier so we could have spent more time with you in high school.” 

Oikawa opened his mouth to add something, but we reached the front of the line. By that point, the music was so loud that we had to shout to be heard over it. The bouncers at the front waved us through after we showed our student IDs, marking us as part of a local volleyball team. Apparently one of the local players had rented out the entire club for this party. 

As I entered the club with Iwaizumi and Oikawa on either side, I was momentarily overwhelmed. The huge dance floor was covered with people, colored lights flashing wildly across their writhing figures, smoke hovering in a cloud over the entire scene. The music pounded so hard, it was like I was feeling it in my chest. 

My body automatically began to move, dragging me towards the mass of people. I grabbed Oikawa’s hand, pulling him along behind me as we entered the chaos. 

“Call on Me” by Starley and Ryan Riback began to pound through the speakers, and I jumped up and down wildly, holding Oikawa’s hands and laughing until I was practically wheezing. 

“Y/n-chan?!” I looked over to see Daichi and Suga emerging from the crowd, both of them looking a little breathless. I laughed giddily and hugged both of them, still dancing to the music. Oikawa also reintroduced himself, which was a little awkward over the volume of the music, but they were all civil. 

“There’s a karaoke bar downstairs!” Suga yelled over the music, having to repeat himself a few times for me to finally hear him. 

“Karaoke? Ooooh, fun. Oikawa, wanna go?”

“Yeah sure, and I can show you my amazing singing skills!” 

“You’ve already shown me, and they were terrible, Oikawa-chan.”

“So mean!” 

We made our way out of the crowd together, wandering through some twisting hallways and getting lost multiple times before we finally found the stairs. A huge group of people were gathered down by the karaoke machine, and I spotted Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Hinata among them. 

“Hey guys!” I cried, joining them. Hinata glared at Oikawa when he noticed him, but for once I was glad Kageyama wasn’t with him. At least that tension could be avoided for the time being. 

“Y/n-chan!” Bokuto crushed me in a hug. “You ready for some karaoke?” 

I smirked, tossing my hair. “Of course! Not to brag, but I’m a pretty good singer.” It was partially the truth; my mom had forced me to take singing lessons throughout junior high, and I had kept it up a bit in high school, so my voice was decent. Definitely not what could be considered very good though. 

Bokuto ended up singing a slow Adele song to Akaashi, completely wrecking it with his horrendous voice. The Fukurodani setter seemed touched though, so I didn’t make fun of the captain that much. 

I didn’t notice Oikawa disappear from beside me as a few more songs went by, but he reappeared after only a few minutes, grabbing my arm and tugging me to his chest. 

“Wanna do a duet?”

I laughed. “Of what song?”

“Juice, by Lizzo,” he smirked. “Basically describes me, so it’s perfect!”

“But that’s not a duet--!”

I heard the beginning of the song starting on the speakers, and my eyes went wide as saucers. “You already requested it?!” 

He shrugged. “Yup! Now let's go!”

He practically dragged me to the front, where we were handed two microphones. Oikawa began to sing almost immediately, his confidence making up for his horrible voice. The ridiculous way he wriggled around made me instantly more comfortable, so I threw caution to the wind and became his backup singer. 

“If I’m shining everybody wanna shine…” He belted out. 

“Yeah I’m goals!” I screamed. 

 “I was born like this, don't even gotta try--” “Now you know!”

“I'm like chardonnay, get better over time.”

 “So you know!”

“Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lied!” 

The song ended, and I wrapped an arm around his waist to keep from collapsing from laughter. We stumbled off the stage together, making our way back to Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Hinata, who all applauded us as we approached. 

“I have to send you this video, Y/n-chan! It’s classic,” Kuroo said, gesturing to his phone, where a video of Oikawa and I’s performance played. 

“HA! Please do.” 

Oikawa turned to me, checking his phone. “Iwa is wondering where I am, so I’m going to try and find him. Want to come?”

I nodded. “Yeah, just one sec. Can I meet you up there? I’ll call if I can’t find you.” 

Oikawa nodded, flicking me on the nose. “Don’t get lost, chibi-chan.” 

I ended up staying with Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi for another ten minutes. Kenma had apparently flat out refused to go to the club, and Kuroo had decided not to force him. Akaashi handed me a few different drinks as I talked to them, so when I finally decided to head back upstairs, I was walking a little crookedly. 

Miraculously, I found Iwaizumi almost the instant I got to the second floor. “Heyyy, Iwa!” 

“Y/n-chan, there you are! Oikawa was just going to look for you,” he grabbed my arm so I wouldn’t stumble. “Damn, you’re wasted.” 

“Do you know where Oikawa went? I-I want to find him--” 

Iwaizumi gave me a knowing look, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, he went that way. Just try not to say or do anything you’ll regret tomorrow. ” 

I giggled, face flushing. “I’ll tryyy.” 

Iwaizumi patted me on the head, pointing towards the crowd again. “He’s somewhere over that way. If you can’t find him after a few minutes, come back. I’ll be waiting right here, got it?”

I nodded, already turning away. All my fog filled brain could think of was finding Oikawa and telling him...something. Did I really want to confess how I felt? My sober brain screamed absolutely not, but my drunken head said YES. 

The second I entered the crowd, it was like entering utter chaos. I was bumped from all sides by dancers who paid me no attention, the smoke in the air making everything hazy, the smell of sweat and marijuana reeking from everything. I could barely make out the faces of the people around me because of the darkness, the only lumination coming from the colored flashing lights above our heads. 

I pushed on, not paying any attention to the people around me. My eyes scanned the dark shadows for a familiar figure, but it was too confusing to be able to tell who was who. 

“Y/n!” I whirled around to see Kiyoko squeezing between two people, her gold dress flashing as she moved. She gripped my hands, a wide smile on her face. “I’m so glad I found you!” 

“Kiyoko, how are you doing!” 

“Good! This is hella fun!” Her usually reserved way of being had been completely overturned, probably by alcohol. 

“I know right? Hey, have you seen Oikawa?” 

Kiyoko’s glasses flashed. “Oh my god, yeah actually! He was just looking for you!” “Really? Which way did he go?” 

She pointed, and I hugged her tightly. “Thanks! I’ll try and find you later, ok?”

She nodded, and I moved in the direction she had indicated. “Gas Pedal” by Sage the Gemini came on, and I laughed out loud as girls all around me began shaking their asses. 

I pushed past a line of four people grinding on each other, and my heart leapt as I finally found Oikawa. He had ditched his jacket somewhere, and his hair was pushed back and messy as he danced. Iwaizumi and Kiyoko had said he was looking for me but…

I felt all the blood drain from my face as I watched a tall, skinny girl with long black hair wrap her arms around his neck, one of her hands trailing down his chest. He smirked down at her, eyes dark and greedy, and I took a step back. I suddenly felt cold stone sober, and my hands began to shake. 

 As I watched, unable to tear my eyes away, as the girl turned around and began grinding her ass against Oikawa, and he grabbed her hips. 

The music pounded through my brain and I finally forced myself to move. Whirling around, I almost fell as I crashed into another person. 

“Oh-sorry,” I gasped, looking up and blinking in surprise. 

“Hello again.” The guy from the beach, with the serious expression and olive hair looked down at me. “Are you ok?” I swallowed, forcing back tears as I focused on the guy in front of me. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry, I think we’ve met but I don’t remember your name.” 

“It’s Wakatoshi Ushijima.” 

“Right! I’m Y/n L/n. It’s good to see you again, Ushijima.” 

He nodded, eyes sweeping down my short dress, and he tilted his head. “Do you want to get out of this crowd?” 

I paused, feeling something in my chest tighten. No, I wanted to turn around and smack the girl Oikawa was with in the face. I wanted to shake my captain and ask him why didn’t he look at me like that? 

But there was another attractive guy right in front of me, and he was looking at me with a slightly glazed expression. I smiled up at him through my lashes, licking my lips and nodding. “Let’s go.” Ushijima’s hand was fucking gigantic as I pulled him through the crowd, keeping my head down so hopefully no one I knew would recognize me. 

I noticed Iwaizumi by the wall where I left him, and I walked by quickly, praying he didn’t see me with Ushijima. I told myself it didn’t matter even if he did; I was allowed to have as much fun as I wanted. I had no obligations to anyone. 

It didn’t take very long to find a hallway away from the party where no one was, and I glanced up at Ushijima. He stared down at me, his eyes intense, and I leaned toward him, my hands going to his chest. 

The second I moved, his broad hands wrapped around my waist and pushed me up against the wall. I gasped as his mouth crashed against mine, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hands running through his hair. I shoved all thoughts of Oikawa from my mind and let myself get swept away. 

Oikawa POV:

I moved through the crowd of people, eyes scanning for Y/n. I hadn’t seen her in awhile, and I was suddenly worried. 

The tall girl with the black hair tugged on my arm. “Baby, I’m not done with you,” she purred. 

I gave her a death glare, tugging out of her grip. “Fuck off, that was a mistake. I’m looking for someone right now.”

She pouted, but I was already moving away. I spotted Iwa by the wall, and sauntered over to him. “Iwa-chan! You don’t look like you’re having much fun--” “Oikawa, did Y/n find you?” He said, eyes serious. 

“Huh? No, I was looking for her…” “She came up here asking about you, so I pointed her in the right direction.” “I haven’t seen her, but she’s probably around here somewhere.”  I could see clearly something else was on his mind. “What’s wrong?” 

“She walked by just a second ago. She looked upset and....she was with Ushijima.” 

I felt my stomach drop. Oh god no. 

“Which way did they go?” I said, by voice completely blank of emotion. 

Iwaizumi pointed, and I began to move quickly, shoving people out of the way in my haste. 

I ran down a hallway, turning the corner and feeling my entire body go completely numb as I finally spotted her.  

She was pushed up against the wall, hands running through his hair as she kissed fucking Ushijima. The tall ace of Shiritorizawa had one hand on her waist, the other running along her ass as he let out a low groan. 

I moved without thinking, so angry I could barely see. I ripped Ushijima off of Y/n, shoving him as hard as I could, so he stumbled backward. He was bigger and stronger than me, but I had the element of surprise. While he was still off balance, I charged him, knocking him on his back and punching him as hard as I could in the face. He grunted, and I felt something crack under my knuckles. 

Y/n was screaming behind me, trying to pull me off, but it just made me more furious. Was she trying to defend him? 

Ushijima was attempting to cover his face, but I began to slam his head into the floor over and over. 

“Stop Oikawa, you’re going to kill him!!!” I felt a pair of strong arms grab me around the neck in a chokehold, dragging me off of Ushijima and throwing me against the wall. Iwaizumi pounded me on the chest, his eyes furious. “Look what you’re doing, Shittykawa! You’re scaring her.” 

My eyes moved to Y/n, her eyes filled with tears and her hands over her mouth in horror. Ushijima lay on the ground a few feet away, face covered in blood. All I could see was him kissing her. 

Iwaizumi let go of me, and I slammed my fist into the wall as hard as I could, feeling my skin tear and knuckles crack. Y/n let out a sob, and I turned and strode away down the hall. I was too angry to be here anymore. 

As I walked away, I heard Iwaizumi behind me. “I’ll take care of Ushiwaka. You go stop Oikawa before he does something else completely stupid.” 

Y/n POV: 

What had I done? Ushijima lay on the ground, his face completely fucked up, and Oikawa stalked away down the hall, blood dripping from his knuckles. It was utterly my fault. 

I was terrified, but not of Oikawa. No matter how angry he was, I didn’t think he would do anything to hurt me. I decided not to second guess that assumption as I spirited down the hall after him. Now was not the time to be afraid. 

“Oikawa!” I yelled, but he didn’t pause. “Oikawa, stop!” I grabbed his wrist, and he whirled around, eyes furious. 

“Get the fuck off me,” he snarled. 

“No! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me?” His eyes were wild as he raked his hands violently through his hair. “You’re the one who was about to fuck Ushijima!” 

I gaped at him. “I wasn’t...wait, you know him?”

“He’s the captain of Shiratorizawa!” He yelled and I felt my stomach drop. Oh god, I didn’t know…

“I-I didn’t--” “Who gives a fuck! Who it was doesn’t matter anyway!” “Then why do you care so much if I kissed him?” I shouted, clenching my fists. “You don’t give a fuck about me, so why the hell did you have to beat the shit out of him if it wasn’t because of who he is?”

“I don’t give a fuck about you?” Rage was boiling beneath every word. 

“No! Go back to that dumb bitch you were with before if you want to feel better about youself!” 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” He snarled. Realization suddenly dawned in his eyes, almost instantly replaced with fury. “Maybe I will! Even she’s not as much of a whore as you.” 

I felt like I had been slapped. A whore? That’s what he thought of me? Tears pricked behind my eyes. “You fucking asshole.” I stepped back. “You act like you’re better than everyone all the time, like you’re so perfect, but really you’re just a piece of shit!” 

“God, you couldn’t possibly be any worse,” he hissed, eyes dark. 

Tears spilled over my cheeks, and took another step back. “I-I am done with you. Stay the fuck out of my life.” 

I whirled around, not looking back as I ran down the hall. 

The rest of the night passed in a blur. I somehow found Kiyoko and Daichi, but I was crying too hard to explain exactly what had happened. Apparently, Karasuno had been about to leave anyway, so I left with an entourage of tall, angry boys surrounding me like bodyguards. Yamaguchi held my hand tightly, and Kageyama looked like he was about to murder whoever had made me cry. 

I noticed Suga talking to Iwa as we left, and an ambulance pulled up in front of the club. Hopefully Ushijima was ok. I couldn’t find it in myself to care very much. 

Asahi drove Kiyoko, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Nishinoya and I home, but I was silent the whole ride back, entering some form of shock. 

Kiyoko walked me up to my house when we got dropped off, holding my hand so tightly it hurt. “Y/n, Suga told me what happened. Breathe ok? I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” 

I felt my body begin to shake. “K-Kiyoko...I think I just…” I clamped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t throw up. “I think I just completely ruined my friendship with the guy I’m in love with.” 

My friend looked momentarily shocked, but she began to shake her head. “No, no, that’s not true, Y/n-chan. He’ll forgive you.” 

“No,” I began to sob. “He thinks I’m some sort of horrible slut. Oh god, he hates me.” 

Kiyoko hugged me tightly, quickly opening the door to my house and pulling me inside. “Ok, ok, it’s ok just get it out.” 

She led me upstairs, helping me strip out of my party clothes, washing off my face and gently brushing out my hair. For once, I was happy that my parents were so busy most nights. 

 It was 4 in the morning by the time she ushered me into my bed, curling up next to me and hugging my tightly. I fell asleep to her murmuring in my ear, but I couldn’t help but think how much better it would feel if Oikawa was there instead. 

Chapter 11

[cinnamonbunsenburner]

Love of a Billion Stars *Oikawa Tooru x reader Soulmate au*

- When you’ve heard of the concept of soulmates at school you were 8, you practically glowed with delight thinking that you probably have one of your own. Probably also thinking that it was ‘very easy’ to ‘feel’ if your soulmate was nearby.

- Lmao you believed that there was some sorta radar of something, or a bell that will go off if your soulmate moved

- *they’re not a dog y/n-chan wtf*

- But boy were you wrong 

- Then came your 16th birthday, the day you were supposed to have your mark that will give you a glimpse of what your soulmate likes in general. And on your 17th birthday, had you still not have found them, another mark will appear on your dominant hand

- You were imagining their symbol to be some sort of representation of who they are as a person, their inspirations in life, their dream career, and all that motivational shit

- To your surprise and demise, you were let down. Not really.. but the mark was very general and vague, and was NOT a symbol/ mark that will motivate you in moving through this life

- bread.

- fucking bread.

- what the fuck. 

- How in the world did you have to pair up your soul with someone who’s life inspiration was fucking bread

- What, did you need to go to France or shit to scavenge hunt your soulmate?

- ....

- no, y/n, you are not gonna think that that’s a good idea.

- no.

- Anyways

- Needless to say, you were quite irritated because how could you find someone that likes bread when literally everyone can like bread?! It’s very vague and looking for a person that has their life encompassed by a singular type of bread *milk bread to be exact* is very difficult considering that almost everyone likes that bread

- Fast forward to the time of your 17th birthday, you woke up with a dash of hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, this soulmate of yours loves something else that’s more specific than a freaking piece of delicious milk bread.

- Alas you were surprised that this milk bread s/o of yours has their life revolved around volleyball!

- YEY they’re not completely as weird as you’d think they’d be lmao

- But, who were you to judge when you don’t even know what your mark was on them

- Maybe it was weirder than a piece of food

- Maybe it was a cow or dog or a fish 

- *very weird y/n, very weird indeed*

- The next day was a school day and you woke up bright and early, eager to hunt for your soulmate 

- You’re a third year at Seijoh and were quite popular because people thought your mark was  ‘intriguing’ *pfft* 

- anddddd because you’re gorgeous as heck ;]]

- Admirers flocked you, thinking that they might be your soulmate 

- They showed you their mark that was also some kind of pastry and that you guys paired ‘cause they also liked the pastry that was on the pack of your hand

- *you have like a line of milk bread bois at your disposal and it was kind of annoying so you give a different excuse every single time they try to confess to you. Such a player, y/n-chan*

- “l/n-san! I’ve heard that your mark was milk bread and I love that! Look, I have your *insert your favourite pastry* as my mark”

- *you were surprised because it was the first time that someone actually came up to you with your favourite pastry. But you were NOT feeling this dude. 

- C’mon, where’s the zing you were expecting and- and the slow motion eye contact-- thE ROMANCE?! Honestly, you were about to say yes ya’ll were soulmates BUT the gut feeling says that this was not it

- “Uh, sorry.. I’m lactose intolerant”

- *nice excuse y/n-chan, v v convincing*

- Then you just skrrt skrrt away ‘cause you may have a fan base but you were NOT gonna comfort that guy who’s borderline looking that he was gonna cry- nope; in the middle of the hallway, of all places. Gee, theatre boys are different

- In the back of your mind, you thought that the theatre dude was just acting that out in hopes of guilt tripping you. 

- trust issues, m8, trust issues are present because of these thoughts acCKK

- You sighed to yourself and went spy ninja sneak sneak towards the Aoba Johsai VBC, hoping that someone there might be your soulmate

- ‘cause you were v v tired of the self-proclaimed milk bread bois that was your fan club 

- But, you didn’t expect much once you were at the gym because there’s literally thousands of people in the vbc industry that might potentially like milk bread 

- You were thinking of maybe going out of town to hunt for your soulmate but you thought that you were probably gonna get strangled by your parents at how much money you were going to spend for finding a person

- *yes, you were getting desperate because you wanna FINALLY stop at being a third wheel when your friends were with their s/o*

- and maybe because you just want to hog someone else’s sweater and clothes and to do the premarital hand-holding oop

- ...

- You peeked inside the gym doors and was startled when this guy’s serve slammed to their opponent’s court 

- You’ve watched a couple volleyball matches when the second mark appeared to learn your soulmate’s passion. Awee

- And you just know that that killer serve could knock you out

- It was as if the universe was playing some sort of joke to you that his next serve landed out of bounds and rebounded towards your direction

- You shrieked in a banshee-like manner and moved out of the way just in time

- ‘I just saw my life flash before my eyes holy shit. So that’s what it feels like huh’

- While you were lost in your thought for a moment, a tall *and beautiful as fuck* guy went out the door and approached your still shocked form

- “Oh! Didn’t see you there. Sorry about that, my bad”. the tall guy said, rubbing his nape sheepishly, his eyes naturally falling on the hand that you raised up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear

- “Uh.. no! It was on me. ‘cause I was spying- I mean sight seeing-- UH WATCHING you guys play hahaha” *real smooth y/n, v v smooth*

- He promptly reached down for the ball near his feet and you got a glimpse of his dominant hand

- His mark was a star constellation,,, your favourite star constellation and beside that was a symbol of your dream career

- “Hey, quick question... do you like bread?”

- The tall guy looked down at you and grinned his pretty boy grin *damn you is whipped.*

- *your gut feeling was going haywire holy shit*

- “Why of course beautiful stranger! Milk bread to be exact ‘cause my mom bakes it so deliciously”, tall guy said

- You’re heart flipped and skipped a beat-- scratch that, your heart skipped a whole nth of beats that you might as well be dead

- “We have a practice match going on right now, my lovely fan. If you have something to give me, you can still wait until later! Wouldn’t want to be punched by Iwa-chan again..”

- And with that, he turned away to go inside the gym once again

- “Cassiopeia..” you muttered loud enough for him to hear as he passed by you

- “Sorry?”, he stopped in his tracks and turned to you with a shocked look on his face

- “Cassiopeia” you repeated once more, with a shaky voice. “It’s the constellation on your hand, right?”

- Oikawa, with his popularity, had been approached by plenty of his admirers, often claiming that they love astronomy and that they knew what kind of constellation his mark bears

- But when he asked them with his usual flirty voice he perfected to please the people around him, that person stammers and just said a random planet of some sort

- ‘does this look like a planet to you-’ he thought and never had he faked a smile more than when admirers fake their interest in astronomy to get close to him

- While he does admire all the courage and effort they put in confessing to him, he also hates the fact that they give him this silver lining of hope that he finally has someone whom he can connect with emotionally as they both have a piece of each others’ soul

- So when you uttered the correct kind of constellation, he was frozen

- His mind ran miles per second, all of it consisting of ‘what ifs’ and ‘too good to be true’

- Both of you stared at each other, heart’s unknowingly beating as fast as the other

- “Oi Shittykawa, what’s taking you so long-”

- “Iwa-chan, take charge for me will you?”

- “What? Coach’ll get mad you know!”

- “Just sub someone in”

- Iwaizumi stalked closer to you guys and was prepared to beat Oikawa’s ass off but before he could assault his lame best friend,

- “Code star, iwa-chan.”

- The buff ace froze in his actions and promptly nodded silently and closed the gym doors

- The bestfriends talked before about what they’d do if they found their respective soulmates. Iwaizumi proclaimed that it was rather childish of Oikawa to have a ‘secret code’  just because his nerdy best friend believed that the aliens might take away his soulmate once they finally find them 

- Though oddly enough, the shorter male agreed to this *pfftt*

- Finally alone, never once had you both took your eyes away from each other.

- “Uh- are you- are we?” You gestured to the two of you

- “I- I think so??” Oikawa flushed, he was NOT used to being all blushy around people, esp since he has a large fanbase

- Ya’ll were awkward as shit lmao, its adorable

- “... You want some milk bread at the convenience store nearby?” 

- You yelled at yourself internally, ‘WTF BRAIN?! COULD”VE BEEN A COFFEE IN A COFFEE SHOP JFC I am overheating sm’

- He gave you one of the softest smiles he himself never thought he could unintentionally do

- “I’d love that!”

[plainsight6578]

A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant To Be

The title is the song by Jess Benko (which this fic was also based off of).

Pairing: IwaOi.

Genre: angst + smut a little bit in the middle.

A/N: Slight manga spoilers OwO; italicized means its a flashback.

Word count: 2600-ish.

‘You’re over-working yourself, Shitty-kawa!’ A distant voice came from somewhere in the back of Oikawa’s memory. It had been a while since he’d heard that voice. If it didn’t hurt so much, Oikawa would smile fondly back at the memories.

He kicked up his pace at the thought of the other man, as if to run away from the memories that plagued him. Ever since Oikawa could remember, that man was always there for him. And although Oikawa grew irritated of his constant scolding, it kept him in check. Iwaizumi... His name was painfully seared into his his brain, his face was burned into his eyelids. He couldn’t get rid of him, he couldn’t forget. How could he expect to, though? When he’d spent most of his life with him, when he felt like he was there with him forever, like he’d still been a part of him, even now. 

“Iwa-chan, have you figured out where you’re going after we graduate?” A younger version of him asked. “Oh... I’m staying here,” the shorter man replied. “You going to continue with volleyball?” “Nah, I think I’ve had it with that sport,” Oikawa had looked almost offended by that statement. “After everything we’ve been through?!” He’d asked, “you’re breaking my heart, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa made a show of clutching his heart as if he’d been in great pain. Iwaizumi sighed, completely used to his antics, “it’s not like I’m dying, just... Trying something new.” He said optimistically. “Whatever it is that you do, I’ll support you, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa smiled. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed, but he wasn’t going to take that out on his boyfriend. He didn’t want to fight about volleyball. Not again.

‘No no no no no nonono-’ Oikawa thought, shaking the memories away, almost sprinting now, trying desperately to outrun them. Eventually, he ran out of steam, he stopped and bent over, panting heavily. “Argh...!” He let out a groan of frustration, startling the few pedestrians nearby.

‘Damn it...’ He thought. ‘Damn you, Hajime...” He grabbed his phone, switching from his usual up-beat running playlist to a much angrier heavy metal one. This’ll keep him going. He kept running with angry men screaming in his headphones and thoughts of ‘damn you, Hajime!’ on repeat in his head.

“Hajime!” Oikawa let out a whine. “Calm down, I haven't even started moving yet. I’ve prepped you plenty!” Iwaizumi said, his tone seemed angry but he didn’t move, even though Oikawa knew he desperately wanted to. He was going to give Oikawa all the time he needed to adjust to his length.

“H-Hajime...” Oikawa called out, reaching his hand to Iwaizumi’s face, pulling him down to give him sloppy, passionate kisses. Tears picked at the corners of his eyes; he wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or the overwhelming feeling of love that engulfed his chest - which was the only reason he’d agreed to bottom.

Oikawa could feel how impatient Iwaizumi was getting, he couldn’t hide how his cock twitched and throbbed inside him. “Y-you can move now,” Oikawa mumbled when they’d pulled away for oxygen. But he kept his grip in Iwaizumi’s hair, his other hand digging into the other man’s back. 

Both of their moans and groans melted together to form a melody; with Oikawa forgetting everything except his lover’s name, “Hajime!” He called out as he went faster and harder.

“Ngh... Tooru-” Iwaizumi’s voice was almost drowned out by his groans. Hearing Oikawa’s own moans seemed to fuel his own sensations of pleasure. They were both lost in this feeling, the feeling of being connected. It drove Iwaizumi mad knowing that he would be the only one to see Oikawa like this. He could feel Oikawa clenching around him harder now, he was close. And damn, so was Iwaizumi. His thrusts grew sloppy, but they never lost their power and speed. “H-Hajime! I love you! I love you, Hajime,” Oikawa cried into his shoulder. He brushed Oikawa’s disheveled hair out of his face, and he had the most tender look in his eyes, ,”I love you,” Iwaizumi had whispered into Oikawa’s mouth, just as the both of them climaxed.

Those words seemed so foreign now. It’s been so long since he’d last heard it said to him in a genuine, unconditional way, the same way Iwaizumi would say it to him. What Oikawa wouldn’t give just to hear his voice again.

‘I’m really pathetic,’ he laughed to himself as he walked the steps up to his apartment, having been done with his daily jog (it was more of a run today, really). He looked through his contacts, Iwaizumi’s name still saved as ‘Iwa-chan~ ;)!!!’ and let himself wonder what it would be like to call him, after all this time. He wondered if he even still had the same phone number. He wondered a lot of things about his former lover. What was he up to nowadays? Did he still have an obsession with Godzilla? What was his routine like? Who was he walking to school every day, now that Oikawa wasn’t there to keep him company? 

Oikawa was almost surprised at the lack of jealousy he felt at that thought. It almost felt natural. Iwaizumi would move on and find someone new. Someone far better than himself. It was normal. Inevitable.

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Hours had passed, and Oikawa still never got rid of that guilty pang of regret in his heart. He never could. Not since the day he yelled at the only man he ever truly loved, and pushed him away forever.

He was at his local gym, practicing volleyball with his new teammates. Playing setter always came naturally for him, he never really needed to put that much thought into it. He could control the ball as easily as his fingers or toes. 

Ideally, his mind would be clear while they played, focusing solely on his game. Today was, evidently, not ideal. His mind consumed by thoughts of his messy breakup. The ball was making its way towards him, after a slightly off receive by their wing spiker. He positioned himself right underneath it and jumped up to throw a toss. For a split second, he was back in high school, and Iwaizumi was in the air, his spiking form in the perfect place, calling for a toss. 

Oikawa froze. His body dropped back to the floor and the ball hit his head with a light thud. Everyone stared at him with bewilderment. 

“Yo, Oikawa, what the hell was that?” Asked one of his teammates, snapping him back to reality.

“Ah- Sorry...” Oikawa scratched the back of his neck, “I spaced out for a second, my bad!” 

Luckily, everyone seemed to laugh it off, some offering remarks like “keep your head in the game,” and other joking about him getting distracted by a girl. That latter part wasn’t too far off, though he’d never admit that.

He reminisced on those first few days when he’d just moved into his new home in Argentina. How, instead of the bubbling in his chest at all the new things he’d see and people he’d meet, there had been a heavy weight on his chest, something he never quite could rid of. Back then, the memories of his argument with Iwaizumi were freshly burnt into his mind, and every time he spoke all he could hear was the sound of his own voice when he had yelled and shouted at him.

He thought about the days when he would accompany Iwaizumi on their way to school, how familiar everything had felt. He knew the streets like the back of his hand, he knew the people there, he knew Iwaizumi. And Iwaizumi had known him. Inside and out. He could never hide anything from the man, his emotions on full display for him to read - not that he minded, it was nice having someone to rely on like that.

His life seemed so empty now. Although he was pursuing his passion and had a wonderous future ahead of him, that spark that he once carried stayed behind in Japan. Maybe it had been completely blown out by now.

Everyone could tell he was off today. So, when Oikawa made his way home he was thankful when none of his teammates gave him too much shit. ‘Iwa-chan would have scolded me,’ he thought, remembering the caring yet stern gaze that had drawn him to his lover in the first place.

He was doing an awful lot of remembering as of late, and he wished he could stop. But he knew that he belonged to Iwaizumi. They’d spent their entire childhoods together, and promised to spend their futures together, too. He wondered if Iwaizumi felt the same. For a small, hopeful moment, he thought about Iwaizumi wallowing around in his sadness, unable to focus in class and thrown completely off just because Oikawa wasn’t there. A dry chuckle escaped his lips, Iwaizumi wasn’t the type to hang on like that. He’d been the one to end it in the first place. Clearly, Iwaizumi was sick of him. Oikawa was a bit sick of himself too.

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Oikawa had come back to Japan for a family visit. The once familiar streets had seemed so foreign to him now. He was babysitting his nephew, who insisted that he was too old now to need babysitting but still needed to be watched over, which gave him a welcome distraction from his own thoughts. His nephew was a lot taller than the last time Oikawa had seen him. He didn't realize it had been that long since then. Everyone was changing without him realizing. He felt a slight pang in his heart because he hadn't been there to watch his nephew grow up. It was only when he came back for this visit that he realized how much he'd been pulling away from his own family. He was determined to make sure that changed.

Okay, so, maybe he was over-compensating a little bit now. He'd taken his beloved nephew to the nearby grocery store and promised to let him buy as many snacks as he'd want. Of course, the damn kid would take advantage of this. Now Oikawa had to carry around a basket heavy with all sorts of junk food and dread the bill he would have to pay. 

As the pair approached the cashier, Oikawa caught the faintest hint of an all too familiar voice. The voice chuckled, and Oikawa had a vivid image of the way the man's chest would rise, he could see every wrinkle in his smile. He hadn't heard that laugh in so long. Familiar brown eyes met Oikawa's, and that chuckle died down immediately. Oikawa's eyes widened as he realized who he was looking at: Iwaizumi. But it wasn't the Iwaizumi he knew. He had an undercut and piercings, and Oikawa had never seen the people that he was with. 

Iwaizumi quickly looked away, and he was absorbed with his friends again. He turned around and didn't look back, and Oikawa could hear his booming voice again, only it was a little more distant this time. Iwaizumi seemed to move on so fast, and Oikawa was left barely keeping himself together, his heart forgot how to beat, and he had completely halted his walk. The ache in his chest spread to his whole body. Oikawa thought he was doing better. Apparently not.

He didn't even hear his nephew calling out to him until he pulled on his sleeve, "Oikawa-san? Are you okay?" Oikawa swiftly collected himself, "oh! Sorry!" He offered a clearly forced, sheepish grin, before hastily making his way to the cashier. All he wanted to do now was get out of that damned store. He could feel his tears creeping up on him; if his nephew noticed anything off, he didn't say it. Oikawa had somehow kept it together on the way back to his sister's, but as soon as he entered the privacy of his own room he couldn't hold back anymore. He flopped onto his bed and cried (like he would when he was still in high school after getting into petty arguments with his former lover). 

Rage bubbled inside him. A part of him wished he had the courage to go up to Iwaizumi and talk to him, tell him he was sorry, and kiss his perfect lips. The other part of him wished he hadn't seem him at all. Most of all, he hated how well Iwaizumi was doing. While Oikawa was busy wallowing in his misery over the breakup, Iwaizumi was working on himself, making new friends, he was happier. Oikawa hated that Iwaizumi wasn't as miserable as him. Did he really mean that little to the man? 

He spent the rest of the day moping about in his room. He could hear his nephew yelling into a headset - likely playing video games with his friends - so he wasn't worried about that. This visit was supposed to be a break, a distraction, from Iwaizumi. But now the pain was fresh as it was at the very start, and he had that image of the new Iwaizumi seared into his brain. 

'HAH?! Piercings totally suck! I would never get something as silly as those!' He remembered Iwaizumi yelling. 'Look at you now...' he thought. Iwaizumi looked so... attractive with them. And that undercut? Oikawa wished he could run his hands through Iwaizumi's hair, tell him how hot he was. He wondered what it would feel like to tug on those piercings with his teeth.

For a single, crazy second, Oikawa wondered if he should call Iwaizumi. That thought quickly died, however, when Oikawa remembered how quickly Iwaizumi had looked away from him. Like he barely recognized him. Like he had just made eye contact with a stranger.

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"Have a safe flight, Tooru. I'll be watching your next game!" Oikawa's sister said as they pulled away from a hug. "I'll totally kick their asses, just you wait!" He returned, then offered one final goodbye as he made his way to check in.

Thoughts of his former lover completely gone from his mind. He saw how good Iwaizumi was doing, he decided it was time for him to get himself together, too.

Of course, Oikawa had picked the window seat. He'd always been mesmerized by the view of the city from a plane. He always felt like an alien, visiting planet earth for the first time. He couldn't help but be filled with a child-like wonder as he gazed upon the small buildings. 

'That's so stupid Oikawa, you know aliens aren't real!' Iwaizumi yelled, after Oikawa said that planes were kind of like spaceships.

A pang.

'No, no, no, no, no!' Oikawa shook his head, as if to shake away the painful memories. He was going to move on. He wasn't going to be thinking about the past. He wasn't going to think about a possible future where him and Iwaizumi stayed together. He wasn't going to do that.

Oikawa chewed his lip, biting back his tears. As he looked out the city, slowly getting further and further away, he whispered a final "goodbye." To his past self, to his memories, and to his old lover, whom he was never going to see again. Oikawa felt a little more okay with that now.

Stranger, 

Who knows all my secrets

Can pull me apart and break my heart

A soulmate who wasn't meant to be

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A/N: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE that ending reminded me of the banana fish ending i swear its fully unintentional. this took so long cuz i kept getting swarmed with school stuff so i procrastinated instead. sorry for the lack of a happy ending uwu.

if you read this far, thank you. like always, i made sure to proof read to hell and back but do lmk if i missed anything! feedback is appreciated!

[letshaikyuu]

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𝚊/𝚗: I’m super grateful to be a part of this collab because this server is amazing and filled the most amazing people ever, and when this collab came to mind, I was so excited to see it grow and now we’re already on chapter III !

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: none;  𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟻𝚔

Despite spending a full day in whatever scenario you were in and experiencing yesterday, you look around your ‘room’, still confused as ever. Were you really in a game? A game, like the ones you play on your phone for shits and giggles? That kind of game? Well, shit. You look around your room. It really looked like your typical otome game room – a pastel colored wall with posters of unknown anime and idol groups plastered on it, a simple window with a tiny plant and curtains that could hardly keep out the vibrant sunshine invading your room. It was already morning.

ding!

Flinching at the sudden noise, you look around and see your cellphone, the screen bright and colorful, indicating a new message on it. Looking closely, you see not one, but several new notifications on it. But, what caught your eye first were the large letters above all of them – Day 2. What?

“Are my days numbered or something?” You ask yourself, evident anxiety and fear lacing your voice. What would happen if you didn’t fulfill the tasks needed or don’t end up in a relationship with anyone of the possible characters? You closed your eyes, trying to remember the outcome of otome games you had played prior to this one, but it’s as if that information was nonexistent and unreachable.

Your hands shake as you open the next notification: new character! Oikawa Tooru.

And there, on your screen, was the same boy from yesterday. You could never forget a face like this one; curly brown hair that seemed to effortlessly fall and shine, dark brown eyes that are glinting with slight mischievousness, but keep pulling you in and making it hard not to get flustered at the mere sight of it – “was I this flustered when I stumbled upon him yesterday,” you ask yourself as you lay a hand on your heated cheek.

Clicking on his profile, you see a bar – a progress bar to be exact. Not even half full, but still shining brightly as it shows how much progress you’ve made with said character – 30%. Somewhere around the 80% mark there was a star and below the bar, an explanation:

‘Progress report! This page shows your progress with each met character. Your decisions affect your relationship with each character. Fill the bar to 80% and more to, ultimately end with said character! Remember – you cannot better one relationship without it having a bad effect on the other two!’

You sigh, throwing the phone on the bed and falling back onto it. Staring at the white ceiling above, you try to figure out why only Oikawa showed up. Wasn’t there a second person with him? Iwa-chan, ye, that was his name. Why isn’t he a potential love interest? Didn’t you interact with both of them enough to have a decent enough relationship with both and not just Oikawa? Yeah, game’s never let hot side characters be an option, and that has and always will suck.

ding!

Another notification? You think to yourself, grabbing the phone and seeing another new notification – but, this time, it was something completely new. Skip school or go to class?

“You have got to be kidding me,” you groan and glare at the screen, but the choices remain the same. Was this what they meant with the bolded lettering in the progress report? Neither option was completely perfect. Maybe focusing solely on Oikawa and progressing your relationship with him only would make things easier, but maybe the game didn’t want that. And, who knows, maybe you’re making the right decision with your final choice: skip school.

It happened suddenly. Transporting from your room to a crowded street. Where were you?

Looking around, you notice numerous shops and restaurants lining up on your left, but there was a blinding light in front of a specific coffee shop. You figured no one else could see it because they simply passed right over it, without giving it a single glance – am I supposed to go there?

You try opening the door to the shop on your immediate left, only to find it completely jammed. Same with the next shop, and the one after that. What made it even more confusing was the fact that other people could normally enter them, unlike you. “Sorry,” you mumble out your nth apology of the minute, moving to let other people pass and enter the shop. Your feet slowly moved to the coffee shop, stepping into the shining, bright light; and, suddenly, the door opened in front of you.

The interior of the coffee shop was anything but special. It looked like your everyday coffee shop, with a handful of customers circling around or chit chatting at the tables and counters. Were you supposed to buy some coffee? Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by some steaming hot content that happened to find its way onto your clothing. Oh boy, did it burn.

“Oh shit!” Well, there’s the culprit. “Nice going Bakageyama! Look what you’ve done!” And, there’s another one.

You swallow the stream of curse words threatening to spill out of your mouth and look up at the person who spilled their coffee all over you. Oh, oh.

In front of you was a very, very, handsome looking teen (he looks younger than that Oikawa dude from yesterday, you note down) and despite the fact that he was the one at fault here, having spilled his coffee on you, he looked way more irritated than you. There was a deep scowl decorating his features that seemed very sharp as it is, but the glare and scowl somehow, weirdly, suited him. What caught your eyes were the piercing blue pair looking at your own. Hello, Bakageyama.

“I’m so sorry! No, wait!” It was only then that you noticed his friend beside him, a lot shorter than this guy, but with very vibrant hair. He bowed at first, apologizing for what his friend did and then, as if realizing the inconsistency, shot up and roughly pushed the other guy’s back into a bow. “Hey-““We’re really sorry for ruining your shirt!”

“Uhm..,” you mutter out, not knowing exactly how to respond. “It’s okay. I, uhm, I wasn’t looking where I was going either, so it’s kind of my fault as well.” You rub the back of your neck, face flushed as the two teens straightened. The sticky, wet feeling of cold coffee damping your shit and sticking your shirt to your skin was everything but pleasant, but you felt the inability to go back home and change. What do you need to do here?

“Oh, shi- Kageyama, we’re so late for morning practice!” The bright, orange-haired guy exclaimed – rather loudly, if you might say so yourself – and made a quick dash towards the entrance. “Hurry it up!” „Hold on, dumbass,” the taller of the duo, still holding onto his only third-full coffee cup, snapped back and sighed, eyes glancing downwards to your soaked front. He placed the dirty cup on the nearest table and started unzipping and taking of his jacket, face sporting a fiery red blush.

“W-what are you doing?” You stutter out, face flaming as well. The guy shoves the jacket in front of you, waiting for you to take it. “Just...take this.” His eyes were everywhere yours weren’t, dancing across the whole interior of the coffee shop. “I’m...this is for me spilling coffee all over you, so just take it.” Now, it really did feel like your typical ‘this or that’. Take the jacket or don’t take the jacket.

“T-Thank you,” you shyly say as you take the black jacket from him. He runs off shortly after, leaving behind something between a grunt and a ‘hello’, but you’ll take it. You put on the jacket that was clearly tailored for someone of his size and built, but it did the job perfectly. The jacket smelt divine as well, there was no denying that and it was warm due to being worn for a while by the guy. Wait a minute? What was his name?

And, just like that, the coffee shop felt irrelevant. You, thankfully, remembered the way back to your house – or was it just a room? You didn’t really notice – and made your way into the bedroom. And, once plopping onto the bed, you receive a few, new notifications on your phone.

‘new message from: Oikawa Tooru’

-    Where were you at school today? The teachers were pretty upset with me for not paying more attention to you...I don’t know what their problem is sent 10:34pm

-   I’m sorry...didn’t feel well sent 10:36pm

‘Progress report! Relationship with Oikawa Tooru: 30% > 20%’

‘new character! Kageyama Tobio’

‘Progress report! Relationship with Kageyama Tobio: 30%’

You couldn’t stop the small smile dancing on your lips as you look through Kageyama’s character profile; he looked cute even on screen. Maybe skipping school was worth it, you did meet your ‘second option’.

“Now, we just wait for the third,” you murmur out, abruptly feeling drained as you snuggle under the bed covers. It didn’t feel long when your phone chimed again:

Day 3.

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