#i just want makki to pat me on the head and call me kid

[nishiannoya]

You used to give Takahiro so much shit, arguing with him and pulling at your hair while trying to make him see how stupid he was being for wanting to starve over holding a job that could provide despite being dispassionate. You were teenagers, both of you a little more privileged than either of you could admit at the time, and wrapped up in the self-importance of being young. While you miserably chipped away at a college degree, he miserably lived with 4 other people in an overpriced flat collecting food-stamps - both of you convinced that the other was lying about being where they were meant to be. Neither of you were wrong, though it certainly doesn't feel any better to admit that. He had told you not long after your biggest argument that you were right, that he should just suck it up until something that was right presented itself.

That was all years ago, neither of you really talking much other than the occasional check-in and inside joke from your childhood. So now it's your turn, out of the blue, pressing the green call button next to his name that's remained unchanged in your phone after all these years.

"You were right."

"Wh- Well hello to you too," his deep voice comes in clear over the network as if he's sitting right next to you and not a hundred miles away. You can hear some other noises, perhaps he's out to dinner or at work.

"I'm sorry for lecturing you back then," you sigh, cutting to the chase. Even though you two don't talk often anymore, you always know you can pick up right where you left off with him, a nice perk of knowing all the ugly growing pains of a person.

"When I moved across the country? I deserved it. I was a piece of shit," he laughs, and it makes you smile even though you've been faking it all day.

"Well, I'm a piece of shit now," you tell him, stretching your legs out on your couch and flopping back dramatically.

"You're living off the government with a bunch of drug addicts?"

"I'm a slightly elevated piece of shit," you correct yourself. It's been less than a minute and he already has you feeling better. "I just wanted to tell you that I get it now. That you weren't wrong for not wanting to do something you didn't have passion for, and for being afraid of getting stuck. I was harsh with you."

He laughs. Same old dumb Takahiro laugh.

"Nah, I needed to hear it back then," he says once he calms down. "Though, you calling me to tell me that can only mean you're probably a miserable piece of shit now."

"I hate you. I have no idea what I'm doing. I feel like nothing I do is for myself anymore. Everyone warned me about being influenced by you, and I swore up and down that I was different, but I ended up just like you," you lament.

"Pshh! You sound pathetic, and I'm actually pretty happy for once."

"Oh yeah? What are you doing these days?"

"I'm working at a pizza place! On a break right now. It's got authentic brick ovens and locally sourced organic produce," he says proudly. You can practically hear the grin in his voice. He truly does sound happy.

"Th-That sounds n-nice." You break, voice quivering as tears slide down your cheeks. God, you feel fucking stupid. You're not even sure why you're crying, but you still wipe away the tears and sniffle up your snot as if you're not completely alone in your apartment.

"It is nice," he says, and it's strangely relieving for him to be unfazed by your crying. He's never been one for traditional words of comfort. "You should come try it sometime."

"Yeah?"

"Just a train ride away."

"O-Okay," you hiccup. "I'll come this weekend."

"Sounds good," he agrees. "I'll text you the details. We'll talk when we see each other."

"Yeah," you manage to smile at the gentleness in his voice. "I'm gonna hug you so hard. I've missed you."

"I miss you too," he says back. You can hear someone calling for him in the background, signaling that it's time to go for now. "Keep your chin up, kid. I'll always root for you."

[v4mptsuki]

flirtations (i.matsukawa x reader)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: matsukawa is crushing on the reader, and he’s oblivious to her feelings for him despite her being oikawa’s childhood best friend

a/n, this isn’t proofread, so i apologize if there’s any typos!

mattsun felt a headache coming on. for the past half hour of the third year's hangout, oikawa had been unable to shut up about l/n y/n. as the group of boys roamed the streets, coffee cups in hand, oikawa went on his fiftieth rant of the day about her.

"isn't she just the sweetest iwa-chan? remember when she helped us practice last summer; she's so helpful. we should invite y/n-chan the next time we hangout. would you like that mattsu?" oikawa asked with a smirk.

mattsun rolled his eyes, "would that shut you up about her?"

oikawa tsked and took a sip of his drink, "now, now mattsu don't get all riled up. i'm just complimenting a friend."

"friend, right," mattsun muttered sarcastically.

y/n had known oikawa for years; ever since they were kids. oikawa's mom went to school with y/n's family, so the two kids had grown up together. mattsun knew it was only a matter of time until they ended up dating, and he hated how upset it made him. he'd been harboring feelings for y/n since their first year at aoba johsai, and they hadn't faded at all.

two knocks echoed through the matsukawa house, and mattsun could hear his mom answering the door. he'd been bed bound since he came down with a cold that morning, and he felt miserable.

"oh yes! he's in his room, i'm sure he'll be glad to see you!" his mom said to whoever was at the door.

mattsun expected makki to be the one entering his room, probably with his schoolwork and questions of where he'd been. instead, it was y/n, oikawa's friend. he had several classes with her, which was why oikawa introduced them. y/n was anxious about high school, since most of her junior high friends went elsewhere, so oikawa thought it would be good for her to know someone.

the two had grown to be good friends through all their shared classes, and mattsun really enjoyed her company. she was really kind, but she teased oikawa just as much as iwaizumi did. she was also smart, and she always helped mattsun with his work when he got lost in class. so, it shouldn't have shocked him that much to see y/n standing in his doorway with his homework in her arms.

the surprising part though, was that she'd brought him food too. she had a grocery sack from the corner store in one hand, and it seemed to be full of snacks. in her other hand, she had not only the homework, but her notes from the day too.

"hi, i heard you're sick," y/n greeted, still standing in the doorway, like she was waiting for permission to walk in.

mattsun smiled at her, "yeah, c'mon in."

y/n took a seat on the edge of his bed, and mattsun scooted his legs a bit so she would have more room.

"i brought the homework, and i thought you might like to have my notes. i took two copies, so you can keep these. i always get stressed when i miss school, because i hate falling behind, so i hope this helps you rest easier," y/n stated, a small smile on her face.

mattsun swore that in that moment he could feel himself falling for her. he'd thought she was pretty from the moment he laid eyes on her, and ever since oikawa introduced them, he'd grown fond of her personality too. it was then though, that he truly fell. the nonchalant way she cared about him, like it was nothing but the expected, made mattsun so incredibly happy.

"oh! i also brought you this," y/n added excitedly, placing the grocery bag gently on the bed.

mattsun sat up a bit, and y/n handed him the bag. inside was all his favorites. his favorite chips, candy, drink, and a carefully packaged cup of soup. the soup was even still warm, letting mattsun know she'd grabbed it on her way to his house.

"how did you know these are my favorites?" mattsun asked as he looked up at her, his eyes wide with delight.

"i asked oikawa. he said he asked your friend makki," y/n replied, clearly proud of herself for being so attentive.

"this is like the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. thank you y/n," mattsun said, making y/n duck her head bashfully.

"oh quit it, you're sick, i'm just helping it be less awful. anyways, do you want me to go over the notes with you? if you're tired i can go, but i just thought i'd offer," y/n said, trailing off near the end.

mattsun nodded quickly, a bit too eager to get her to stay.

"we can go over the notes! it'll probably, um, help me learn it better."

ever since that day, mattsun had been hopelessly devoted to her. every love confession that had come his way he'd denied, holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, y/n could like him back. oikawa had never helped his pining though. as the group of them had gotten older, oikawa had grown into a flirt, with y/n being his primary target. every day at practice, it was incessant, and it drove mattsun mad.

"this one's for you y/n-chan!" oikawa exclaimed with a wink in her direction before he served the ball flawlessly to the other side of the court during a mock game.

mattsun could hear y/n's laugh at his antics, and it just made him more sullen. as the day's practice wrapped up, y/n was quick to rush over to the boys.

"that was great guys. you really are improving a lot," she said with a bright smile.

"thank you! you're our number one cheerleader y/n," makki teased, throwing an arm over her shoulders and ruffling her hair.

y/n ducked out of his grasp and patted her hair down with a dramatic scowl.

"hands off my hair makki! that's why mattsu is my favorite," she teased, poking her tongue out before leaning into mattsun's side.

"you played great today too," she said, her voice lower, like the comment was just for him.

mattsun felt himself stiffen, suddenly unable to think of anything clever to say.

"oh, uh, thank you."

"y/n-chan!" oikawa called out as he exited the locker room, already changed out of his gym clothes.

y/n giggled, "see you around mattsu," she said before walking over to greet oikawa.

makki whistled once y/n had walked far off enough, and he clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"pussy," was all he said to mattsun, who just sighed.

"up your ass makki."

"toru i'm an idiot!" y/n exclaimed, flopping back on her best friend's bed.

he just laughed, and took a seat next to her.

"what else is new?"

y/n huffed and leaned over to shove him.

"not helping asshole."

"sorry, sorry, it's just hilarious how oblivious he is," oikawa said.

y/n nodded in agreement, and moved her head to rest in oikawa's lap.

"it's awful isn't it? i just don't know what to do. i try to talk to him, but he always seems pained to be around me. promise he doesn't hate me?" y/n asked, looking up at her friend.

"how could he hate you? precious little y/n-chan," oikawa teased, reaching down to pinch her cheeks.

she grumbled again and swatted his hand away.

"how do i get him to confess?" she wondered aloud.

"what if we made him jealous," oikawa suggested with a sly smirk.

y/n pursed her lips in thought, before an equally sly smile spread on her face. mattsun always did seem particularly irritated by her and oikawa's antics. besides, a jealous confession did sound pretty appealing to y/n.

"i'm down if you are toru," y/n said.

"perfect! so what will our story be? should i tell the boys you broke down in tears as you confessed your love for me?"

y/n grimaced, "absolutely not. i still want him to know i'm single dumbass. maybe just amp up the flirting tomorrow, and i'll dress extra cute."

"looking forward to it darling," oikawa said with a wink, making y/n roll her eyes.

the next day at practice, oikawa was insufferable. if his normal flirtations were a 7/10 on the mattsun-annoyance scale, this had raised it to at least an 11/10. y/n had entered practice in her cutest variant of the school uniform, and oikawa was quick to offer her his sweatshirt. he even helped her put it on, making mattsun glare at the pair from across the gym.

y/n sat on the bench close to the court, and oikawa shot a flirty remark at her after every cool move he pulled. every time he did, y/n would giggle and blush, and it made mattsun want to rip his hair out.

"my head is literally going to explode," he muttered to makki during a water break, with a scowl heavy on his face.

makki stifled a laugh, "just make a move already."

mattsun's scowl deepened, "no way. she's totally head over heels for oikawa. see, look."

he gestured over to the pair, where oikawa had joined y/n on the bench. he had an arm draped over her shoulder, and their heads were leaned into each other as they spoke in hushed voices. y/n glanced up, and her eyes met mattsun's, but he was quick to look away.

"did you see that, he was looking at us," y/n whispered to oikawa, a grin on her face.

"he's totally pissed," oikawa added excitedly.

y/n giggled, "this might actually work!"

oikawa got up and restarted practice, and a very sullen mattsun walked back onto the court. y/n kept her gaze trained on him as he walked, unable to look away from the way the jersey hugged his muscles. he glanced back, and their eyes met again, but this time y/n was the first to look away, a blush rising on her face.

practice continued on, with oikawa flirting with y/n every other minute. mattsun just seemed to get more and more irritated, and then, practice ended. oikawa headed straight to the locker room, as he always did. he'd always hated the sweaty feeling after practice, so y/n would normally just wait for him to change so they could go. today though, y/n asked oikawa to shower there too, so she would have more time to talk to mattsun without him around making mattsun jealous.

"hi guys! you all did great today," y/n greeted as she walked over to the three third years.

iwa smiled at y/n in thanks, "yeah, we're improving a lot."

"totally! especially you mattsu, you looked great out there today," y/n said with a smile.

mattsun seemed to tense up, and y/n mentally cursed herself. all she wanted to do was let him know she liked him, but every time she did he always seemed to get so uncomfortable.

"thank you y/n," he replied with an awkward smile, making y/n's heart drop.

"yeah, of course," she said with her own small smile.

there was a moment of silence before iwa bid everyone goodbye. most of the other years had left, leaving just y/n, mattsun, makki, and oikawa in the locker room.

"i think i'm gonna head out too, bye guys!" makki said, hurrying out of the room before mattsun could say anything to him.

y/n pursed her lips at that, since usually the two walked home together.

"waiting for oikawa?" mattsun asked y/n once makki was out the door.

"i guess. i also kinda wanted to talk to you," she added, her voice growing quiet.

mattsun's eyes widened and his gaze shot up to look at her.

"what?"

"yeah, i uh, wanted to chat with you. you know, i really like your company," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

mattsun didn't say anything back, he just stared at y/n with wide eyes. she felt a lump in her throat, but she bit back any emotions.

"sorry, i didn't mean to make this weird or anything," she added quickly.

mattsun blinked slowly, and then shook his head forcefully.

"no, no, not at all. i like spending time with you too. i just, i thought you and oikawa were like..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, but hoping y/n understood what he meant.

apparently she didn't, as her eyebrows scrunched up, "huh? what about me and toru?"

"nothing, i just..." mattsun took in a breath and shook his head, "nothing, never mind."

y/n frowned, but took a step closer to mattsun.

"what is it?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"i-"

mattsun wasn't sure what to say. y/n was standing barely a few inches away from him, and he was struggling to form a coherent thought. she tilted her head up to look him in the eyes, and he felt his face growing hot.

"you know i'm not dating toru," she said, her voice soft.

mattsun swallowed, "oh, really? i guess i just assumed..."

"well you assumed wrong," y/n replied, keeping her eyes on mattsun.

"oh," was all he could think to say, his mind too muddled for y/n's closeness.

she stayed there for a second longer, before she cleared her throat and took a step away.

"well yeah, we aren't dating. i don't plan on dating him either, he's too high maintenance for me," y/n joked, although she sounded a bit down.

mattsun just nodded, unsure of what to say. inside, he was beating himself up. she was right there, but he just couldn't do anything. she made him so nervous he lost all his confidence. it was basically torture, being so close to her, but unable to make a move.

"anyways, i think toru should be done by now. i guess i'll just wait for him outside," y/n flashed mattsun a small smile before swiftly heading for the gym doors.

"wait!" mattsun exclaimed before he could think better of it.

y/n turned around, her eyebrows raised.

"what's up?"

"um, fuck, don't go yet. i guess now's a good time to tell you i, uh, i really like you."

once mattsun started his confession, he couldn't stop the word vomit that followed.

"ever since you brought me the notes when i was sick during first year, i thought you were the nicest girl ever. i still do, by the way, you're just so sweet and pretty, and fuck i'm rambling. i just, i like you a lot, and i thought you should know. i guess."

mattsun felt his face heating up as he awkwardly went to scratch the back of his neck. y/n just stood there, a shocked look on her face. mattsun was just about to stutter out an apology for making things weird, when she rushed forwards. her arms wrapped around mattsun's neck, and she let out a relieved laugh.

"oh thank goodness! i was so worried you didn't like me that way, it was killing me you idiot!" y/n breathed out, her face pressing into mattsun's neck.

"wait what?" mattsun replied, pulling away from her embrace.

she moved one of her arms to flick his forehead, a grin taking over her face.

"i like you too!" she exclaimed.

mattsun broke into a grin of his own, and just as he was about to pull y/n back into him, oikawa exited the locker room. his hair was dripping wet, implying he'd taken a shower, and mattsun could've smacked him across the face.

"toru guess what!" y/n called out as oikawa headed over to the pair.

based on oikawa's smirk, he already knew what she was going to say.

"what is it y/n darling?"

"he likes me back," she replied smugly, stretching on her tip toes to kiss mattsun's cheek.

"yes i do," mattsun muttered, just for y/n to hear, making her smile stretch even wider.

[pockyxx]

“ christmas day ”

iwaizumi x fem! reader

genre: domestic fluff. (dad! iwa, uncle issei + uncle takahiro, mentions of uncle toru)

the sun poured into your bedroom, comfy blankets draped over you and your husband’s intertwined bodies. it was christmas morning and you knew that you children would come storming in any moment.

as expected, tiny foot steps pattered along the hardwood floors. you smiled to yourself pretending to still be asleep while you felt the weight of the bed shift just the tiniest bit.

“mommy wake up it’s christmas!” your youngest, misa shook you lightly as you acted as if you just woke up.

“what really it is?” you shook your husband, “hajime did you know it was christmas?!” your daughter giggled as hajime woke up himself.

he rubbed his tired eyes before getting a look at his two girls. he gave an equally shocked expression, causing more light hearted giggles to erupt from misa.

“does hiroki know?” he asked, groggy morning voice sounding in the quiet room. this caused a laugh to come from the hallway. peeking head through the door frame, hiroki your oldest child tried to over his mouth with his hands.

hiroki looked more like iwaizumi than you, in face the spitting image of him when he was young. he was two years older than misa who was 4.

“i tried to tell misa not to wake you but she didn’t listen.” he inched closer to the bed. hajime laughed, gesturing him to come to the bed along with misa.

as both your kids sat in between both of you, hajime jumped up, tickiling their bellies and roaring like godzilla.

from the squeals and giggles from your children, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and enjoy the sound of their voices.

you pulled misa closer to you, “hey bug did santa come?” her eyes widened with a child like glee before she grabbed her brothers arm, dragging him out while exclaiming ‘we need to see if he ate our cookies!’

hajime looked over at you with a wide smile, pressing a long passionate kiss onto your lips. as he pulled back he’d transferred his smile onto you.

“let’s go, the kids are waiting.” you both got up, the morning routine had been put aside for the day. hajime looked just excited as your kids, scrambling to get his cellphone ready for pictures.

both of you walked down the hall walking in on misa and hiroki gasping at the missing cookies and half drunk mug of milk.

misa ran up to hajime, pulling on the brim of his sweater, “daddy, daddy santa ate our cookies!” she gave a toothy smile.

“and he drank our milk!” hiroki added, running over to you. you beamed down at the two children who eagerly rushed to their presents under the tree.

“alright bug.” hajime looked at misa, then to hiroki, “bubs, which gifts do you guys want to open first?” he let the kids scan over the gifts, both picking out ones with similar wrapping.

“good choice,” you sat down at the couch, “those are both from uncle toru, he sent them from argentina.” it was clear by her expression misa was thinking, ‘where’s argentina?’

nonetheless both of your precious children began unwrapping and tearing at the boxes. misa shot up at her gift, holding it up in praise.

“look what uncle toru got me!” she waved up a small white puppy stuffed animal with a small purple colour and a brown spot in the shape of a heart.

she hugged it with all her might while hiroki pulled out his own gift, his eyes wide in marvel.

“uncle toru got me a dinosaur kit!” both kids were equally energetic and it was only the first present. hajime smiled as he video tapped, asking “alright what do we say to uncle toru?”

both chimed in with thank yous as hajime stopped recording and sent the video to his friend.

the morning was filled with opening presents and slowly sipping coffee as the children had already started playing with their toys and trinkets.

hajime sat next to you in the living room as misa played pretend with her new puppy and hiroki was trying to set the new volleyball given to him that year. your husband nudged you a little, slipping his hand in yours and bringing it up for a kiss.

“merry christmas darling.” he winked at you as you laughed, looking at the time, getting up to put the christmas turkey into the over. in the kitchen you could hear the hushed voices of your kids along with their father.

you walked back into the room to see what they were up to and all of them straightened their backs, hiroki and misa holding something behind their backs.

“go on give mommy her gift.” hajime placed his hand on hiroki’s back and he stepped forward, pulling out a box.

“oh, i made a card too mommy!” the card in question was mostly just a picture that misa drew herself of your small family. of course there was hajime, standing tall with exaggerated spiked hair, with you right next to him, a small heart connecting both of you. then misa had drawn both herself and her brother holding ice cream cones, why? who knew but it was adorable.

“thank you so much babies! should i open the gift now?” both kids nodded vigorously as you shot a cheeky look to hajime. you sat down on the couch, hiroki wiggling in on your left and misa to your right.

“hm, i wonder what it could be...” you played along, slowly unraveling the ribbon keeping the box together. gasping when you saw it, you looked up at your family. “this is so pretty.”

“the kids helped me pick it out.” hajime rubbed the back of his neck as you picked up the small bracelet, “will you help me put it on?”

misa quickly ran over to your aid and snapped on the bracelet. you pecked her cheek and pulled hiroki in as well and planted a kiss on his cheek, to which he crinkled his nouse. “you too.” you smiled up at your husband who leaned down and kissed you.

both you children gagged slightly in a joking manner while you and hajime laughed at their expressions. you looked at the time.

“now you two need to go clean your room and get dressed— uncle issei and uncle takahiro are coming over for dinner.”

—

“alright, room check bug!” hajime called out before entering his daughters room. he held his fingers to his chin like he was deep in thought.

“hmm... nice work bug.” he swooped down rubbed her head causing her to jump.

“daddy your gonna ruin my hair!” she pouted, hajime took her up into his arms and laughed,

“you really are you mother’s daughter. let’s go see if your brother did just a good of a job.” he walked with misa in his grasp as he pushed open hiroki’s door.

the boy sat in front of his mirror, trying to properly button up his dress shirt. hajime placed misa down, telling her to go help you set the table.

“dad can you help me?” he frowned, flapping his arms down after failing to fix his shirt. hajime chuckeled, kneeling down.

“‘course bubs.” he smiled, carefully realigning the buttons so hiroki’s shirt would be even. hajime put his hands on his son’s shoulders, smiling profusely before giving him the same pat on the head that he gave his daughter.

the doorbell rang and hiroki’s head shot up, “uncle issei and uncle hiro are here!” he rushed out of his room and to the door.

hajime wasn’t too far behind as he met you and the children at the door. you fixed a clip in misa’s hair before opening the door.

mattsun and makki stood at the door, carrying gifts for the children and wine for the adults.

“for you two.” mattsun bent down and passed the two same size boxes as makki leaned forward, a nice bottle of wine, “and for the mr and mrs.” he handed you the bottle as the two stepped in and stood off both their coats and winter boots.

“how are the two of you?” mattsun asked, hands on his hips, watching the children shake the gifts trying to figure out what was inside.

“we’re doing good, come come, dinners already ready.” you guestured bringing everyone to the dinning table where the meal was spread out like you said.

“hope the drive up wasn’t too bad.” hajime mentioned, sitting down across from his high school friends. they shook their head.

misa ran to mattsun’s side, hiroki not too far behind, “can we open the gifts now?!” they were too hyper. mattsun looked at you two for approval and you nodded.

“go ‘head.” he smiled as the adults resumed their chit chat. hajime shook his head slightly as he saw his kids rip more wrapping paper from the corner of his eyes.

“you guys really didn’t have to, it’s bad enough oikawa spoils them all the way overseas.” they all laugh at the comment.

“mommy look we got remote control cars!” misa showed you, holding a red racer while hiroki held a blue one.

“don’t forget to say thank you.” hajime reminded them as they scurried to their uncles, bowing in thanks. it was almost like hajime could read their minds as he continued, “you two can race them after dinner.”

both pouted but listened to their dad nonetheless and silently the food was passed around. a quick ‘thank you for the food’ and everyone had dug in. it was a saying that the food was tasty is no one talked over the meal.

in this case, it was true. a few snickering comments and ‘hiroki use your napkin’ later everyone was stuffed.

“y/n the food was was..” hanamaki mimicked a chefs kiss before falling back in the chair. issei agreed, pouring himself another glass of wine.

you shook your head, thanking them for them for the compliment while misa tugged on hajime’s sleeve.

“daddy, can me ‘n hiroki race our cars now?” he nodded, “of course bug, just make sure not to break anything.” and like that they rushed off to give the toys a whirl.

mattsun and makki talked about how their jobs where going or in makki’s case, how the job search was going. bringing up how much the kids had grown since the last time they saw them, despite it not being that long. you laughed as they retold embarrassing stories from highschool. overall, the night was fun.

by 10:30 both misa and hiroki had gotten a bit bored of racing, finding their way back to the dinner table.

misa sat in hajime’s lap, tiredly flipping through pages of ‘volleyball monthly’ but mostly to just observe the picutres since she’d only just started learning to read.

“hey isn’t that uncle toru?” she asked, pointing to a picture, everyone laughed and nodded as hajime explained how he was playing for argentina and how they’d made it past the qualifiers for the olympics.

misa woke up slightly, “daddy will you teach me to play volleyball too?” it was in that moment that you could swear you saw tears in hajime’s eyes as he nodded in agreement.

his friends all smiled, seeing how truly soft iwaizumi had become. they’d always known him as a rough-around-the-edges sorta guy, who was a strict vice captain. now, he was just a strict coach but he was also a family man. they mentally applauded his duality.

the conversation slowly began to die down, hiroki had started to read a book he got, dismissing himself for bed while misa had managed to fall asleep on hajime’s lap.

“do you want me to take her up?” you offered but your husband shook his head, carefully getting up and carrying misa to her room.

“iwaizumi is a good dad.” matsukawa stated, leaning forward in his chair with a smile. you agreed, telling them all about it.

“i’m not surprised he’s managed to get them both into volleyball.” takahiro laughed as well.

“yup, hiroki just started volleyball lessons and misa’s still a bit too young but i’m sure hajime will keep that promise and teach her when she’s old enough.” you placed one hand over your other, feeling the wedding ring you adorned. “he really is a great father, just something else.”

while up in misa’s room, hajime has placed the 4 year old under the covers, placing her head gently on her pillow. he smiled, cautiously taking out her hair pins, scared they were going to hurt her if she turned over.

she had subconsciously grabbed ahold of the stuffed animal oikawa had gotten her and he smiled. hajime placed a kiss on her forehead, “‘night bug.” he whispered, too quiet to wake her as he turned on her nightlight and left the room.

his next stop was hiroki’s room, and not surprisingly he was already in his pajamas, under the covers. with his book in hand, he smiled when he saw his dad.

hajime sat on his bed, peeing at the book. “how’s the reading coming bubs?” he asked while hiroki yawned slightly.”

“it’s good dad, they’re about to go on a quest to stop the demon king.” he laid his head down on the pillow. hajime laughed, “i’m glad you’re enjoying it but it’s bed time now.”

hiroki nodded, placing his book mark where he left off, sliding it onto his nightstand. hajime couldn’t stop smiling.

“goodnight bubs, sleep tight.” he chuckeled, placing a kiss onto hiroki’s forehead, the boy’s eyes fluttering shut.

“goodnight dad, say goodnight to mommy too.” he turned on his side.

“will do.” he nodded, turning off the lights and making his way back to the dinning table.

once issei and takahiro had taken their leave, wishing them all the best you and your husband could finally unwind.

hajime’s kissed your shoulder playfully, smiling into you skin as you changed into pyjamas. you turned around, hugging him with all the energy that was left in you.

“your so good to us.” he said into you ear and you laughed.

“speak for yourself, haji.” you kissed him again, “you’re an exceptional dad.” he blushed at the comment, tugging you to bed and under the cover.

you found yourself in your usual spot, head on hajime’s chest with his large arms stayed snaked around you.

kissed were thrown back and forth, small conversation about how you two would need to burn off all the food that you ate today.

hajime lookedbdown and thought you were sleeping, pressing a kiss to your temple, you let out a small confession. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you peaked your eyes open and his cheeks reddened realizing that you heard him.

“i don’t know either but i’m glad we have each other.” you laughed, pressing your ear to his heart beat.

“yeah, y/n, i love you so much.” he kissed you before slowly closing his eyes.

“i love you too.” and like that you two fell asleep together after celebrating another christmas with your beautiful children.

[toutallyahoe]

LUCKY ~ Matsukawa Issei (Haikyuu) (1/?)

requested by: --

pairing(s): matsukawa issei x male reader

a/n: *casually jamming to siu by maretu while being called a child by someone*

anyways, jokes aside, im posting lucky here because i literally have no content to give to yall atm

so enjoy me simping for mattsun

chapter one | chapter two

SWEAT DRIPPED DOWN MATSUKAWA ISSEI'S forehead as he let out soft pants. Dark eyes narrowing as the black haired male watches the setter of the opposite team, a second year named Yahaba Shigeru, setted to Kindaichi Yūtarō for a quick. With quick movements, Matsukawa Issei blocked the first year middle blocker's quick and had earned him and his team a point.

The winning point.

"Gah! I'm sorry!" Yūtarō apologized to his team as he bowed to which earned him some "it's alright!" or "you'll get it next time Kindaichi!" aswell as a "you suck" from a fellow first year, Kunimi Akira which immediately earned Akira some offended shouts from the tall first year.

Issei landed in his feet gracefully as he stood tall and proud of his block. God, it always felt good to successfully shut down a spike, and Issei knew that feeling well. The black haired middle blocker then felt his back being patted and Issei immediately looked behind him and saw his friend, Hanamaki Takahiro smiled lazily at him.

"You almost missed that one, huh Mattsun?" The male had said, tone lace with amusement and eyes glint with mischief. "Getting old there, buddy?" Takahiro continued in a sing sang voice as he saw Issei gave him an unimpressed look for a second from his comment.

On the outsider's point of view, it would've looked like Issei was pissed at Takahiro's comment. But the black haired male's face splitted into a grin as Issei rolled his eyes and gave a soft punch onto Takahiro's shoulder.

"Shut up, Makki," Issei had laughed as he turned to look at Yūtarō who was still looking down on his blocked spike that won Issei's team.

"Better luck next time, Kindaichi," Issei called out as the said male looked at him and then nodded with determination plastered in his features.

"I will get past your blocks! Just you wait senpai!" Yūtarō had said as both Takahiro and Issei looked at each other then and then at the determined first year, then back to each other. The two older males then bursted up laughing as they gave their underclassmen an amused nod.

"Hear that Mattsun?" Takahiro said. "Kindaichi will get pass your blocks!" His voice oddly had a mocking tone on it which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his peers. The others could only sighed while Yūtarō looked a bit offended.

Issei only laughed at that as Yūtarō looked at his upperclassmen, a bit rather annoyed from them looking down at him... or were they just like that? Yūtarō doesn't really know much as he was still new to the team but the way that they are just so casual with his proclamation? Not at all feeling threatened by it? It made the first year middle blocker a bit miffed. Either way, the first year middle blocker swore he will not be shut down by his upperclassmen's blocks in the future.

"Oi, stop rilling up the first years, you two," Iwaizumi Hajime had said in exasperation as he softly slapped both the back of the two males head. Takahiro and Issei only snickered, not minding their ace's actions as Oikawa Tōru who was behind them whined on why Hajime was much more lenient on using violence to others but goes full force on him. The comment from the volleyball captain only earned him angry shouts of threats from the ace aswell as a hard punch or two, immediately showing the difference of how the ace treats the others and then Tōru.

"Ouch! Iwa-chan not the face!!!" Tōru cried out as he then screamed when Hajime had hitted him, in the face. The whole volleyball team didn't even bat an eye at Hajime beating the fuck outta the resident trash lord named Oikawa Tōru as they minded their own business.

This was normal...

"Oh, are you joining us going to the store this time Mattsun?" A fellow third year named Yuda Kaneo asked as he approached Takahiro and Issei and then handed the two some towels which had earned him some thank yous from the two. "You've been skipping an awful lot lately and it's Oikawa's turn to buy us snacks," Kaneo continued as the said male let out a hum and then shrugged his shoulders. Issei was about to speak but the light brown (some can say that it was pink really and Takahiro doesn't care really what others think of his hair) haired male.

"Nah," Takahiro said as he shakes his head. "This fucklord right here has some stuff to do," Takahiro continued he patted Issei's back. Issei only snorted at what his friend had called him as he jabbed Takahiro with his elbow but didn't say anything else. Kaneo only nodded in understanding as the third year began to walk towards the others and started to chat with fellow third years, Shido Heisuke and Sawauchi Motomu.

"So, what's the plan with him?" Takahiro lazily asked as he swung one of his arms at Issei's neck to bring down the black haired male a bit to his height (the difference were only little really as Issei seemed to only be three centimeters taller to Takahiro) as the light brown (maybe pink again) haired male gave a grin.

"Same as usual," Issei had said as he shrugged Takahiro's eye roll. "What do you expect?" The black haired male huffed as his friend gave him a blank stare.

"You two are so boring!" Takahiro had said as he took his arm away from Issei and instead threw both of his arms in the air. "You don't YOLO at all, do you?"

"Bitch, what?" Issei had asked as he looked at his friend like the male was crazy which was debatable really.

"Ugh, gay, you and him are so boring," Takahiro had said as he saw Issei rolled his eyes at him.

"Bitch."

"Oh, wait..." Takahiro had said as he brought his arms to his side. Issei only raised a brow at his friend quick shift of mood. What was this salmon color haired asshole planning?

"Why don't you come with us and invite him?" Takahiro had said as the black haired male let out a hum and thought about it. Should he? He could invite him and hang out with both him and his friends. That's not really a bad idea. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

But...

"Eh, I'll think about it," Issei had said. As much as Issei loved to hang out with his team and probably bully their captain, Issei also enjoyed his alone time with a certain [Hair color] haired male.

"Makki! Mattsun!" The two said males let out groans as they heard their captain called out their ridiculous nicknames in a sing sang tone. "Oi! Don't just groan at me!" Tōru had whined as he approached the two males. Man, Tōru always wonders on why are his friends a bit of a bastards?

Scratch that— why are all his friends full time bastards?

"Are you going to join us, Mattsun?" Tōru had asked as he turned to the said male who shrugged at him. As much as Matsukawa Issei have respect for the chocolate brown haired male, Oikawa Tōru was also a dumb ass who's any ounce of respect you feel for him gets yeeted off a cliff when you realized the volleyball captain believes in very stupid things... like aliens for example.

"No thanks, I don't need to see your ugly mug more," Issei had flatly shut down (like how he shut down Yūtarō's quick which the first year was still lowkey sulking in a corner somewhere with Akira insulting him none stop) as the black haired male turned his back from the volleyball captain. "Dealing with you in practice is enough already."

Takahiro snorted at Issei's cold hearted reply as he watched the volleyball captain dramatically gasped at his friend's words. God, why was Tōru a dramatic hoe? Hanamaki Takahiro will never know... not that he wants to anyways.

"So mean!!!" Tōru cried. "Iwa-chan, Mattsun is being mean to me!!!" He cried as he turned to the black haired ace for support, only to get none. Like usual. Instead, the said ace only gave him a blank look and flipped him off which made the chocolate brown haired male cry out more. "Wahhh!!! Not you too Iwa-chan!!!"

"Shut up Shittykawa!!!" Hajime screamed as both Takahiro and Issei (who turned back to look at Tōru) snickered as they watched their ace threw a volleyball directly at their captain's face. God, seeing their dumbass captain getting beaten always made their day. Sadistic bastards the two are.

"Matsukawa-san?" The said male turned to who called him and saw that it was their libero, Watari Shinji who looked a bit worried for him for him which made Issei raised a brow.

"Um... [Last name]-san is here," Shinji had said as Issei perked up hearing the [Hair color] haired male's last name. 'Huh... he's early...' Issei had thought as the libero looked worried at the tall middle blocker. "And he said... you should hurry up..." Shinji then quietly added, "he seemed a bit pissed senpai..." which immediately answered Issei's mental question on why the libero looked worried for him.

Issei let out a hum as he said a quiet thanks at the second year libero who hesitantly nodded and walked away to join the others who started stretching.

"Eh? Uptight-san has been coming here more than usual," Tōru had wondered out loud, not at all embarrassed at showing that he was listening to a confidential message, well, not really confidential— but still, it was still rude to listen to conversations that clearly doesn't involve with you. Not that Tōru cares.

"Shittykawa, don't just insult people! Especially him!" Hajime had said as he slapped the back of the volleyball captain's head which earned the ace a loud whine from the male. Why was he friend's with this guy again? Right, because he was forced too when they were kids. Fuck.

"But Iwa-chan!" Tōru cried as he rubbed the back of his head on where the ace had slapped him. "Don't you think it's weird that Mattsun always gets in trouble with Uptight-san???" The chocolate brown haired male asked as he pouted.

"What did you do anyways, Mattsun?" The captain had asked as he turned to look at the black haired middle blocker. Issei and Takahiro only looked at each other with blank stares as they were mentally messaging each other if their captain was really this fucking dumb.

"Jeez, Dumbkawa," Takahiro started and hearing that ridiculous and very insulting nickname made the volleyball captain whine on how "mean" he was. Takahiro doesn't give a single fuck though as the nickname was very true. "I knew you were dumb but I didn't think you were that dumb!"

"What do you expect from a guy who believe aliens exist?" Issei added. "Dumbkawa, how did you even graduated middle school again?" The black haired male continued as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, with your small peanut size brain, how?" Takahiro joined in as he did what Issei aswell, crossing his arms over his chest as they blankly looked at their captain who was now on the floor, dramatically on his hands and knees as he cried how cruel his friends were. Each words the two males spouted had pierced Oikawa Tōru's heart with imaginary arrows. And fucking hell did it hurt. What the fuck, why are his friends such assholes? Damn.

The volleyball captain was about to loudly cry out and proclaim how much of a bastards his friends were when everyone then kept quiet when they heard someone new had talked.

"What is going on here?"

Everyone frozed. No one moved a single muscle as the whole volleyball team robotically turned their heads to the direction of the voice to see a male student wearing the school's uniform. It would have been a regular student if it weren't for the white arm band on his right arm where the word "PRESIDENT" written in large red bold text.

It was none other than the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

And the [Hair color] haired male was certainly not amused as he looked at each one of them with a cold blank stare that sent every member of the Aoba Johsai males volleyball club shiver down their spines as [Name]'s arms crossed on his chest.

"I am asking once again, what is going on here and why are you all so loud?" [Name] had said as he then turned to the volleyball captain who immediately let out a yelp when the [Hair color] haired male's stare was directed at him. "Especially you, Oikawa Tōru."

The chocolate brown haired male sweated from the blank stare directed at him. The volleyball club captain, Oikawa Tōru was absolutely on the verge of pissing himself as this was no ordinary student. This was the student. The student who had shown prowess to lead their fucking school without a sweat. The one where everyone student body absolutely respects and adores, just like him!!!

This was the [Last name] [Name] for heavens sake and this guy was no laughing matter!!!

"Oi, [Name], why are you here?" Issei's bored voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife as Tōru let out the breath he never knew he was holding when [Name]'s stare turned to the black haired third year. It took a minute or so for Tōru to realized what just happened as he then guffawed at how casual Issei was to talking to the [Hair color] haired male as the rest of the team watched, everyone easing up a bit.

"EH?!?" Tōru loudly screamed in shock, eyes widened as he seemed to not believe what he was just witnessing. [Name] didn't seemed to be bothered by the third year setter's shock cries as he looked at Issei and rolled his eyes at the black haired middle blocker.

"I told you to hurry up and change, I don't have all day," [Name] had said as Issei snorted at his words.

"Actually," Issei started. "You told my teammate to tell me to hurry up, so, ha!" Takahiro and Issei swore they heard the [Hair color] haired male mutter something in the lines of "god he's such an idiot" and "he's just being a smartass as usual [name], don't mind him" to himself in which the two were absolutely amused by it.

Takahiro had to stop himself from snickering when he saw the usual stoic and proper [Hair color] haired male let out a sigh as he uncrossed his arms off his chest and instead began to rub his temple.

"Just hurry up already Issei, I have to walk you home and aswell as going to the convenience store to buy something," [Name] said in exasperation as the black haired male rolled his eyes but nodded.

"You only have five minutes to change or else I'll leave you," [Name] had said.

"Also, hello Hanamaki, good to see your doing well," The said male gave a thumbs up to him as [Name] gave Issei a look and then turned his back to them as he began to walk to the gym's door and went outside.

As the doors shut. Oikawa Tōru had to processed what just fucking happened. When the realization hitted him like Hajime spiking volleyballs at him for being a trashy dumbass, the volleyball captain immediately was in Issei's face as he bombarded the tall third year questions.

"Matssun!!! What is your relationship with Uptight-san?!?"

"Why aren't you scared at him?!?"

"How the hell do you even know him that well?!?"

"When were you close?!?!"

"Didn't you spiked a volleyball at him last year?!?"

"Are you two friends?!?"

"How can you made him feel other emotions besides annoyance?!?"

"What do you both do?!?"

"How did you even befriended him?!?"

Questions after questions were fired at Issei as his captain was shaking him back and forth by his uniform. Issei looked unamused by the volleyball captain's actions as he then grabbed Tōru's hands off his shirt while Takahiro had sneaked (it wasn't that hard with the male being too busy shaking his friend like a rag doll) behind the chocolate brown haired male and then slapped Tōru's head, hard.

"Ow!" Tōru cried as he turned to glare at Takahiro while rubbing the back of his head to ease the slight pain he was feeling. "What the hell, Makki?!?" The said male only stuck his tongue out at the captain which earned a whine from Tōru.

"Dumbkawa, Mattsun and Prez have been dating for literally two years now..." Takahiro said like it was the obvious obvious truth. Well, it was besides for the trashy captain of Seijoh. "Why do you think Prez has been coming here for awhile now and fetching Mattsun?" The male rhetorically asked as he then gave the dumbstruck captain a lazy grin.

"Are you seriously that dumb, Dumbkawa?" Issei and Takahiro had asked in sinc as they gave their captain very judgemental stares that made the third year setter wail on how cruel their words were.

"Did you seriously didn't know?" Hajime asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at his friend who snapped his head towards him and then screamed "YOU KNEW TOO IWA-CHAN?!?"

"The whole team knew... well, besides you it seems," Kanoe commented as the rest of the team watched their captain freaked out on the news that their Matsukawa Issei, resident fucklord (along with Takahiro) was dating the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

"Why didn't no one told me about this?!?" Tōru cried as the whole team stared at him with a "are you fucking serious?" look.

"They didn't even tried to hide their relationship— so shut the fuck up Shittykawa!!!" Hajime had yelled as he got irritated when the volleyball captain still wont shut his loud mouth up from crying and wailing on how everyone in the team was cruel on not telling him about Issei's love life.

"AHH!!! NOT THE FACE IWA-CHAN!!!"

"SHUT UP ALREADY YOU ANNOYING DUMBASS!!!"

 "You did not tell them that we were dating?" [Name] had asked as he glanced at the black haired male who shrugged at his question. The two were already walking home together as Issei ditched his team to walk with his boyfriend and the black haired male was telling his boyfriend about what happened after he had left the gym. Yes, Matsukawa Issei was dating the [Last name] [Name] and Issei still wonders how he managed to nabbed a snacc like this guy.

"Well, it's not really their business," The black haired male said in a bored tone. "And besides, everyone in the team seems to know," Issei had said as he shoved his hands onto his pants pockets. "Well, everyone besides that trash of a captain of mine," Issei continued as a grin formed on his lips when he heard [Name] chuckle.

"Weren't we obvious though?" The [Hair color] haired male wondered out loud. "I mean, I always dropped by when I have the time."

Yes, it was true. When [Name] wasn't busy doing his student council duties, he does, in fact, dropped by the gym to greet and watch the males volleyball club practice. It was a wonder how Oikawa Tōru did not noticed how he was always talking to or being beside Issei. Perhaps the chocolate brown haired male was definitely an idiot.

"Well, you know how Oikawa is," Issei had said as he took one of his hand out off his pockets and instead grabbed [Name]'s [Skin color] hand where the [Hair color] haired male instinctively intertwined their fingers together. A soft flush on [Name]'s cheeks which made the black haired male grin.

"The guy's has volleyball for brains," Issei had said as he then laughed at the [Hair color] haired male's retort.

"Like you aswell?" The black haired male squeezed [Name]'s hand as he sent the male a playful glare.

"You love me though," Issei had said as he saw the corner of the [Hair color] haired male's lips twitched a bit as [Name] then looked away. The black haired male wasn't bothered though when his boyfriend looked away from him. In fact, Issei thinks it was cute to see the almighty stoic and stubborn student council president of one of the powerhouse of the prefecture act a bit cute and flustered.

Issei smiled as he heard his boyfriend mutter three simple words. Three simple words that made him feel all warmth and tingly in the inside. It was disgusting, but Issei came to enjoy that feeling.

"I unfortunately do."

God, Matsukawa Issei was definitely lucky to be dating [Last name] [Name]...

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[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , implied car accident

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 .

it wasn’t your fault seijoh lost to karasuno . . . so why did tooru look so mad at you ?

word count : 2.3k

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀you were right.

⠀karasuno did practice a lot.

⠀holy shit, when did they become this good?

⠀goddammit, why did you have to be right?

⠀you could see the struggle your team was going through with the first set. oikawa told them to not underestimate the underdog team, but you could tell there was a subconscious feeling of pride in their chests from beating them in the preliminaries months ago. but like tooru said, there was no point in you making any interjections; just be the cute little manager, and everything should go smooth sailing from there.

⠀the karasuno first years were noticeably better. everyone in the gym, players and regular spectators alike, could see it. namely, the setter and that peculiar middle blocker. you remembered them vaguely from the prelims; oikawa disliked them, the setter in particular. number nine - tobio kageyama, from kitagawa daiichi.

⠀you watched one of kageyama's middle school games with tooru, before you two started dating. the infamous "king of the court"; you didn't realize it was meant to be derogatory until you witnessed the setter in action. tooru seemed somewhat smug with his actions on the court, bossing everyone around and setting without much thought for the other players' preferences. the court was a kingdom, and kageyama was at the top of the monarchy - that kingdom would soon be his downfall.

⠀you've never heard of the short middle blocker until the start of the preliminaries. you originally thought he was a water boy or an assistant to the team until you saw his jersey. your next assumption was a pinch server or even a defense specialist.

⠀no, he was on the starting lineup.

⠀right in the middle block position.

⠀you were beyond surprised with the kid. their quick attack was a force to be reckoned with. you weren't there the day of the practice match, so this was your first time being exposed to karasuno's secret weapon. those crows were no longer flightless. you still sometimes marvel at the fact seijoh managed to seal the third set. the next loss against shiratorizawa felt more disheartening than usual, after having to fight so hard for it.

⠀the entirety of the last set had you on the edge of your seat. for the entire game you were doing something; whether you joined in on the audience chants, handing out water bottles and towels, or even giving some friendly words of encouragement. you attempted to talk to your boyfriend during timeouts, but he was completely uninterested, his focus only on the game.

⠀by now, the other players caught onto his neglect towards you, and did their best to support you in any way they could. yahaba mainly kept you company during the game, since he was a pinch server. during timeouts, makki and mattsun would give you pats on the shoulder during timeouts, taking every opportunity to thank you whenever you did something for them. as for iwaizumi - he gave you the most attention during timeouts. the ace hardly left your side, even while the captain explained something to the entire team. you were thankful for hajime's friendliness, but there was still a sharp pain in your chest from tooru. the wall that separated the two of you grew more with each day, and you still hadn't figured out a way to break it.

⠀"you got this, seijoh!" you raised an enthusiastic fist in the air when the whistle called for the end to another timeout. the lineup turned to face you, each of them giving you a thumbs-up and a smile in acknowledgement. you looked to your brunet boyfriend, who mustered a small smile and a nod of his head before returning to the court.

⠀aoba johsai was already at match point - victory was so close, couldn't they just push for one more?

⠀the opposing school looked like they reached a second wind at the very end, something that seijoh did not need at a moment like this. karasuno pulled stunt after stunt; the players could hardly keep up with every move. your eyes are locked on oikawa, pupils shaking with fear as kageyama scored a deuce with a notorious setter dump - you felt the apprehension as tooru's jaw grew physically taut for being bested by a first year.

⠀and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse -

⠀your mind went blank when your eyes witnessed tooru's arms miss the final receive.

⠀your brain went numb as the gym went silent, eyes on the ball that flew out of bounds, with no possible way of passing back into the game. karasuno screamed for joy but your ears blocked out the sound like a busted speaker, watching the cloud of disappointment rain over the players on your side of the court, one by one.

⠀aoba johsai... lost.

⠀and it wasn't to shiratorizawa.

⠀you could hardly process the information as you stood up to join the team in paying respects to the game, watching as seijoh thanked their audience for coming to support them. a lump caught in your throat as you watched the team walked back with little to no pep in their step, grabbing their belongings silently and walking out the gym. their eyes were glossy with disappointment.

⠀you jogged up to the brunet as he came back from searching for any other teammates lagging behind, swallowing the nervous lump as you spoke, your voice filled with concern.

⠀"tooru, you did great out there," you reassured him. by the look in his eyes, he didn't buy it. "you did amazing today, and i'm so proud of you."

⠀"please get out of my way, y/n." he shrugged you off and continued to walk towards the bus, his hands shoved in his pockets as he trudged along. he's upset, it's understandable. even so, the painful heaviness in your chest came back as you made your own way to the bus.

⠀the ride back home was a quiet one, the vehicle driving to aoba johsai quickly. the disheartening atmosphere was suffocating your lungs, your eyes fighting back your own share of tears as you watched the players step out onto the pavement, their eyes sullen and dull. kyoutani and kunimi were the first to leave, the latter wishing the rest a goodnight before turning heel and walking home. as for the former, he hardly did so much as grumble before sprinting off. the remaining ones stood there in silence for a few moments, their next plans unclear.

⠀the ramen restaurant was supposed to be a joke - the captain wasn't supposed to treat them to anything but a trip to nationals. but with defeat hung heavy in the air like a dark fog, even ramen couldn't bring them back up into their spirits.

⠀kindaichi and the rest of the second years were the next to leave, their wishes of departure nothing more than mutters as they braved a strong facade in their eyes. it was a general agreement amongst the players that the ramen date would come another day; for now, everything that happened today just needed more time to settle.

⠀"tooru, we should get going soon - " after waving a few people goodbye, you spun to where the third year previously was, only to find that he was no longer there. you turned to hajime, who pointed to the doors leading into seijoh. you looked quick enough to catch a glimpse of brown hair disappearing into the school before the door shut. you and the other third years collectively agreed to follow oikawa into the gym - god knows what he was planning to do there.

⠀you walked into the gym first, watching with a solemn expression as you watched the setter attempt to put up the net all on his own. he seemed hardly fazed at the sound of the gym doors opening, ignoring the others as he continued.

⠀iwa was the first person to step forward, and you watched as the ace moved to help oikawa in setting up the net. makki and mattsun followed suit not long after him. you didn't exactly know how to help with the net, and thus had to sit to the side as the four began to play two on two, their voices gone and the scrimmage as good as mute. you sat on the side, spectating the match with your arms around your knees. you felt no obligation to go home - not yet.

⠀about an hour had passed, and the third years had enough. two on two was much more work than six on six, and everyone besides oikawa was ready to call it quits. his eyes were focused even when the rest stepped off the court, grabbing a ball to serve again.

⠀"oikawa, that's enough." no answer.

⠀"oikawa."

⠀hajime clenched his jaw as he was blatantly ignored by his teammate, but you stood up before he could do anything else. he watched as you made your way over to your boyfriend, wanting to actually talk to him after the stressful day. step by step, you approached him as he practiced his jump serve, his brown eyes flamed with frustration and anger as he moved to pick up another one.

⠀"tooru, please." you stopped him before he could grab another ball, your voice gentle as you addressed him. the others were silent. "it's been a long day. please, let yourself rest. after an amazing match like today, you deserve time to - "

⠀"amazing? amazing?" you jumped back instinctively as he gripped the ball, turning his body to face you entirely. this glare was more intense than any other nasty look he's given you in the past. "what about that game was amazing? the fact that we lost? you think that part was fucking amazing, huh?"

⠀your stomach dropped. "no, tooru, that's not what i meant - "

⠀"you fucking tell me what part of that game was amazing then, y/n!" he slammed the volleyball he held towards the ground, his voice raising higher by the second. "i failed to take us to tokyo. i failed to lead our team to victory. i failed to secure another god forsaken match against shiratorizawa!" he stormed towards you, his eyes ablaze and uncontrollable. "and you have the audacity to tell me that it was amazing? are you stupid?"

⠀"i just want you to rest! you're always pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion! is that so wrong of me to care about your wellbeing?" you found a voice to yell back at him, but retracted it oh so slightly when you noticed his mood worsen. "listen, tooru! you have to take care of yourself, dammit! you did the best you could, and that's all that matters! seijoh's loss against karasuno doesn't take away from the fact that you're an outstanding player!"

⠀the ball that he threw to the ground somehow found its way to roll against his ankle. "if i had just mastered my serve, maybe we'd be the ones playing shiratorizawa."

⠀"what?"

⠀"you." oikawa pointed a finger at you, his jaw tight. "if it wasn't for you being such a pain in my ass all the time, i could've improved my serving. but no, you had to drag me out of the fucking gym every time i found time to practice by myself." bringing his hands down to his sides, he smiled - something maniacal. "you wanted us to lose, didn't you?"

⠀"what the fuck, oikawa?" enough was enough, and iwaizumi finally broke between the quarrel. "you're just being delusional at this point, leave y/n alone - "

⠀"no, iwaizumi. you need to shut up." tooru's eyes never left yours, and yours began to quiver in sincere fear. "you, y/n, you wanted us to lose, didn't you? you never let me practice, and in turn that would prevent us from winning. you didn't want us to go to nationals! you were pissed off that i was paying attention to something else! what, being a fucking brat that you didn't get what you want?"

⠀"tooru, i don't even know what you're talking about!" your vision blurred at his raised voice, your heart constricting with every accusation. "i know how much volleyball means to you! i would never do anything so selfish, i wanted seijoh to go to tokyo just as much as you guys!"

⠀"you are such a bad liar." pressing a single finger to your chest, his teeth seethed as he hissed his next words. "it's your fault we lost. not mine, not the others. you. it's your fault for being a pain in my. fucking. ass."

⠀"t-tooru - "

⠀"get the fuck away from me. i don't want to see your face."

⠀a shot to the heart.

⠀the resolve to hide your tears shattered, as you turned heel to grab your things and leave. leave, run, do anything. to get out of there.

⠀"y/n, wait!" you felt a hand on your wrist, your eyes fairly forming hajime's outline. "don't! i'll just drive you home, okay?"

⠀you shook your head furiously as you yanked your hand out of his grip, reaching for your bag and sprinting as fast and as far as your own two legs could take you, out of the gym, and out of the school.

⠀you paid no mind to where you were running, as your mind memorized its way back home all the way in your first year. large, wet tears decorated your face like poison, your voice blubbering sobs and incoherent apologies to the wind as you carried on.

⠀then, out of the blue, headlights appeared.

⠀where even were you?

⠀you stopped abruptly, wiping your eyes to get a sense of your current environment.

⠀there was a voice in the distance. hajime?

⠀"Y/N, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROAD! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!"

⠀your head turned...

⠀crash.

a / n : so this came out much longer than i originally planned— i just wanted to get to this part as soon as possible so i could start getting into the juicy parts . now that we’ve finally established this , expect much much more drama , because this is angst , after all . 👀

btw, if you wanna be tagged whenever i update this series, just send an ask! i’d be happy to start a taglist.

[kiwibirbs-library]

Show Me Off

a/n: lol but like he would I can’t be convinced otherwise also fun fact my heart was beating like crazy while doing this cause like... AHHH

Pairing: Torru Oikawa x fem!reader

Warning: lol it might be suggestive but like not really

Summary: when you and some of the team are out at a party and you ex walks in, you want to be sick. Your boyfriend however has a better idea.

The night was going amazing. It was one of the numerous high school parties that Oikawa takes you too. This time even better as the other third years got to join you both. There was colorful lighting, plenty of room for once, really good food, and great music. 10/10 in your book compared to all the others hes taken you too.

All five of you were taking in the kitchen, Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsu making fun of yours and Oikawa terrible dancing as he spun you around the island. You just laughed and continued, to happy to really care. He was giving you that look, the one that just screamed how much he admired you.

Hes been giving you that look since they all picked you up and he held the car door open for you cheekily. He bowed saying something along the lines of ‘your chariot princess’ while the others gagged.

You did look like a princess though. You were wearing a pair of comfy heels and a short dress that complemented everything about you, your hair curled and up. Rip Makki though, who had to sit in the back with you and Oikawa as he doted on you.

You laughed as Oikawa pulled you up from an over dramatic dip.

“If you two wanted to dance so much then stop ruining our vision and go out there!” Iwa semi yelled sarcastically, tilting his head to where a majority of the students were. You giggled as Oikawa put a hand on his heart and wrapped the other around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Iwa-Chan! I know your jealous of my amazing relationship but really?” the playful tone mixed with his hand being thrown on his forehead made you snort. Iwa had a vein in his head that looked like it would burst any moment too. You quickly kissed your boyfriends cheek and said you were going to the bathroom, giving a look at Makki and Mattsu that said they were their problem for now, and darting out before they could argue.

You searched down the hall for the bathroom, finally finding it and stepping up to the mirror. You gave you hair and dress and quick fix before exiting again. You happily walked down to get closer to the kitchen before stopping dead in your tracks.

What was he doing here?

In the middle of a big group of guys was your ex. He had been horrid, always tearing you down and belittling you when you dated, even a little afterward. It took so long to build your confidence back up after him. It had taken so long for you to finally be ok with yourself after him. And there he stood, laughing with those guys like it never even happened. You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little sick, and turned back to head to the bathroom again. You were almost there when your shoulder was caught.

Oh lord please no, please no.

“Hey babe, Iwa was being mean so I came to find you. You doing ok?” Oikawa’s voice was like an angles singing in that moment. You turned and hugged him, knocking some of the breath out of him. “Oh gosh I knew you would miss me but wow,” he laughed a bit, cupping your face. You smiled but he saw the barely there tear the had surfaced in your eye.

“Hey why were you crying?” He asked, flipping the worried switch up to 110. You forced a small laugh.

“Oh I wasn’t. Just something surprised me,” you waved him off. His eyes widened.

“Was it me?” He asked, tilting your head up to him. You giggled.

“No Torru, it wasn’t you,” you smiled and patted his chest.

“Ya now I know somethings up. I’m babe or hubby not Torru. So what’s wrong hmm?” He smiled at you, still clearly worried. You sighed and pointed straight behind him. He was right, he always could see right through you.

He turned to look at the large group of guys. His eyes widened when they drifted over him. “Oh gosh he’s here? Ew,” you snorted at his reaction. He turned back to you with a mildly disgusted look on his face. “Why did you date that slime ball again? I mean really I’m glad I was able raise your standards,” he smiled a bit at the end, happy he was able to make you laugh.

“Ya but now I don’t really know what to do. He’s in the way of the kitchen,” you sighed. You looked up to see a devilish smirk plastered on your idiotic boyfriends face. “Oh no, I’m not agreeing to this. Whatever it is it’s dumb I already know it,” you raised your eyebrows at him. He just laughed a little before hooking an arm around your waist and walking down the hallway.

“Torru Oikawa. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” You haistly whispered at him.

“Don’t worry we’re not gunna go back to the guys just yet,” he leaned down to you a little as he went to the large group of people opposite of the kitchen. If he ever cared to looked, you could easily be spotted by your ex. You gave him a questioning smile. “Aww come on babe. Don’t you trust me?” He smiled at you, walking a bit away before making a scene about asking for a dance. You laughed.

“Yes but not in the slightest right now,” you took his hand and he quickly pulled you in and spun you around. You both laughed as you danced, people taking notice and making a small circle for the couple that were show dancing. He spun you again to the music and did the same dip from the kitchen, this time following it up slightly lifting you up and spinning around after.

Honestly this was the power he had on you. This miraculous ability to make you forget about what’s around you and just live. It astonished you everytime, though you would never admit it to his face. His ego was already big enough.

As the song ended the kids around you clapped and he jokingly bowed, making the fangirl a go wild. You laughed as the circle disappeared and he pulled you to the edge of the crowd.

“Well what was that for?” You smiled.

“Well one to get this out of you,” he poked your cheek as he set his other hand to your hip and swayed you both the the beat. “And two, that was just the attention grabber,” he winked. Your eyes widened when you realized you were standing in full view of your ‘issue’ from earlier. Oikawa leaned down to you ear, kissing it slightly yes but more to give you a small look at his face.

He looked absolutely shook.

“You little shit,” you tried to sound serious, failing horrible may I add, as he straightened and looked down at you. He smiled and laughed. He knew he was. After all he was the king of petty and revenge.

“Aww yes I know. But to be fair it was either this or I texted the guys to come too and just beat him up,” he shrugged a bit. You rolled your eyes.

“Mad dogs not here babe, no ones getting beaten up but you.” He paused, looking slightly offended before brightening.

“Yay! I’m babe again! Turro is dead!” You let out a loud laughed, quickly trying to cover your mouth as some people gave you both a look. He just smiled and tilted your head up to kiss you. Another reason not to tell him what he could do to you, he already knew well enough.

“Ok I think we’re good now! Let’s go back to the guys and mess around in there! As much as I love to socialize I have a feeling we might be swarmed but fangirls if we stay to long,” he smiled at you. You tip toed up and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you. It feels nice to make him know I’m happier and better off now.”

“Show me off anytime my’lady. I’ll be your arm candy anytime,” he laughed, taking your hand as you both came up to the entrance of the kitchen.

Of course that was when you hand to pass mr. Issue’s little group however. He still had the same f-boy attitude that you remembered when he called out to you, seemingly shrugging of the shocked face he wore moments ago.

“Hey darlin. How you been?” He asked. Your smile dropped when you looked at him. You looked him up and down, making a chill run down his spine. “Should I take you away from this pretty boy and show you a good time?” The way he said pretty boy made Oikawas jaw tic slightly. You however squeezed his hand as your gaze further darkened.

Oikawa will forever remember what you said next, and by far will always bring it up to you for the rest of your lives.

Keeping your slightly disguised face on you looked at him straight in the eyes and said “do I know you?” His mouth hung agap at you as you both held the gaze for a second. You shrugged and rolled your eyes, looping you arm with Oikawas before walking past the boys and into the kitchen.

As you walked in Makki was clapping while Mattsu was on his hands and knees laughing.

“I HAVE OFFICALLY HAD MY NIGHT MADE!” Makki cried as you smiled and rolled your eyes. Iwa looked as if he was tried and failing to hold in his laughter. You flipped your hair with a fake smug face on.

“That’s right. I’m amazing!” You laughed as Mattsu struggled to stand and breath to give you a high five.

“Thank you for that memory. That will be the story I tell our children when they ask what their mother was like as a teen,” he said dramatically, once again putting on a show as he kneeled and kissed your hand.

“Oh my god Torru. NO!”

“HEY! NO! TORRU IS DEAD!”

[voidcat]

– Choose Me

Characters: Oikawa Tooru/Reader

requested by anon, prompt 22

Genre: angst (4am brain calls the shots)

Word Count: 1.3k

Thoughts elsewhere and watching the outside, you don’t pay attention to what the teacher has to say after hearing the assignment topic and deadline. Watching the leaves shudder with each blow, seeing how the sun hits each leaf with such uniqueness, you can feel yourself drifting further and further.

Until you’re pulled back on earth with a tap on your shoulder. “Have you chosen anyone?”

“What?” Choose what exactly?.

“For the assignment. We need to work in pairs. Have you paired up with anyone?” The boy asks again. You can see several girls sending harsh glares your way.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Most people approach me to get close to me, only for all the work to be piled up on me and you seem levelheaded enough to work in pairs.” You frown at the adjective. “And from the looks of sitting by yourself and still listening to me, I take it you don’t have one. Choose me.” He finishes speaking with a smile. It’s not like you have a better option any way.

“Sure. Let’s decide on a place to meet up afterwards and settle on which parts to work on individually.” Saying your name last, you look up to meet his gaze.

“I know.” He says. “I am Oikawa Tooru.”

You don’t expect it to go any longer than that. You don’t expect to talk to Oikawa ever again after the assignment. Yet he doesn’t leave, he keeps coming to talk, to walk by your side, sometimes to steal some of your lunch.

You don’t expect to develop a friendship with him either. Or with his friends. Yet before you can realize what’s happening, you’re already good friends with Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki. And before you can realize, you find yourself spending more and more of your time by their side. At school, after school, attending their practice matches and official matches.

It all develops naturally, the way he becomes a part of your life so easily. Becoming an essential element in your little world.

 The second time he says it, it’s for something silly.

Agreeing, more like being dragged, to karaoke with them, you find yourself opening up more and more. The songs are usually bad or some old pop song you have not heard of in the last decade. They’re shitty, of low quality and so delightful that you cannot find it in you to stop.

Voices going raspy after a while, it doesn’t matter.

Making funny moves while singing, it doesn’t matter how embarrassing any of you look because the moment is so warm, welcoming and alive that all you can do is for your soul to sit back and bask in the ecstasy of the moment.

“Okay the next one is a duet. Who’s up for it?” You say, looking at their weary faces, short and fast paced breathings.

“Choose me.” Oikawa says as he reaches for the second mic. It doesn’t sound like an order or a suggestion. And definitely not a question. Two confident words, fully aware you’d choose him any way.

  Spending time with the boys means spending time with the team. Getting to know each player, seeing them grow and improve, almost makes you feel proud. Being used to your presence during the matches by now, they often come up to talk to you as well.

Yet some of the older players don’t approach you much, is what you first notice.

And when you talk, it’s never too long, they seem itchy to get out of the conversation as soon as possible so you let them. It’s not like you’re dying to know them.

 Your experience with the team feels best on your third year. Having known them all, meeting new first years to adopt, to show them what ticks their respected third years off, things to do to get Mattsun and Makki’s good graces, things to make Iwaizumi proud, ways to leave Oikawa annoyed and hanging... stuff like that.

  Then you meet them. The flightless crows, the fallen birds.

With their jet black feathers and attitude, maybe a little out of sync at the practice match but captivating, almost enchanting.

You remember the last time you felt like this for volleyball, it was seeing Iwaizumi spike and Oikawa serve. You can’t help but feel like a traitor.

Sitting by the sidelines gets a little boring afterwards, so you start making small talk with the silver haired kid and their manager. They seem approachable enough.

“It’s really... a life saver that they don’t have a guy on their team who serves like kageyama.” The silver head says.

“Kageyama as in Tobio-chan, right? The stoic moody face with blue eyes?” You ask him.

“Yes, why? Do you know him?”

“No but I think you’ll regret what you just said soon enough.” With a small empathic pat on his back, you can hear the squalling of the girls already. Tooru must have arrived.

You stay in touch with the Karasuno students you met that day. It’s nice to have someone outside Aoba Johsai to talk to, about something other than volleyball once in a while. Without receiving any burning glares or threatening mutters. It’s feels something of yours only, almost like a secret. A secret you’re not so discreet about, except for the times Tooru bugs you. 

When he asks for a group hang out or study meet up and you decline for your plans with the others, which is usually just Shimizu, he gets invasive, to say the least. Attacking with never ending questions until he gets distracted or you give him a scale of information to nibble on. It gets exhausting sometimes and the look pitying Mattsun gives you doesn’t make you feel any better.

You try asking Iwaizumi about it once, as expectedly, it backfires. He tells you to talk to Tooru about it instead, clear from his face he knows more than he lets on.

  And so passes the year like this. Too fast to catch up sometimes. A mixture of success and failures, and sometimes surprises too.

Yet it feels nice, knowing it’s your last fills you with dread. Wishing for time to go slowly, even if for a second each day, anything to stay in the moment longer.

  The last time is not the third time. It’s the third time you hear those words clearly again. Yet they mean so much more than the previous times.

It’s soaking, almost like someone pours an endless bucket of water down the sky. As the rain keeps coming, the weather gets colder. The water sticking up to your clothes makes you feel colder with each passing minute, each second.

“Choose me.” Tooru says, one last time. With so much meaning carried by two simple words.

His voice lacks the usual confident tiny or the cherry tingle. It’s low, soft, small, vulnerable.

 “Choose me.” Says Oikawa Tooru and you realize it was never about the assignment or the song.

It was about the pairs, the duets. Your senpais avoiding you makes sense now. The way suddenly most girls turned against you too. How he always came up with an excuse to meet up, the curious questions about your private life.

It’s all crystal clear and you feel you should’ve seen it sooner. 

Finally, finally knowing what he meant with two simple words all this time, all these years and you want to help him as you always did, to be by his side. 

Tooru has always been with you and you with him. You can’t deny the place he has in your heart nor the importance he holds in your life. More than anything, you want to give him what he wants, what he so desperately wanted for who knows how long.

And yet you can’t, not this time.

Because this is the only time what he wants is something you can’t give. Something within you that you can’t change. A position already taken, a gap already filled.

 Both of you standing like that, face to face. Soaking wet and growing cold from the rain. The way you stand, you’re so close get so far away right now. The distance greater than you’ve ever felt.

Oikawa Tooru asks you choose him one last time but you had already chosen someone.

[xrikix]

» Hiraeth || Haikyuu AU

❝They will learn how to fly.❞ – an AU where the kids of Haikyuu characters grow their passion for volleyball and face new problems.

Read Part 2 Here!

Starring our OC’s Hoshi, Minami, and Leo! (don’t worry they’re as fluffy as our babies from Haikyuu but sprinkle in more angst) 

Prequel 3: Picnic!

Giant, fluffy clouds rolled through the blue sky, as the sun shined radiantly down upon the two families having a picnic. Gathered together in a nearby park, the kids ran around while the parents prepared their blankets. Flapping it in the wind, fanning the blanket out, Iwazumi and Kageyama laid it down, and hastily put the basket on top of it. Hinata plopped down with a giant grin as Okiawa called out to the kids to keep close. Hoshi yelled back while chasing the twins who were running away from him, their laughter and giggles clouding the air with bubbles and sunshine. Okiawa sighed, leaning back into his arms as Iwazumi sat besides him. 

“Kids…” he muttered before stopping at the chuckle heard from Hinata, 

“What can you do? They’re our little babies.” Iwazumi turned towards the kids, looking upon the sight of his own child being tortured by the twins. Deadpanned, he turned towards Hinata and Kageyama,

“The twins are harassing Hoshi.” They all looked over to see the twins up in a tree, gleefully laughing at the attempts of Hoshi trying to get to them. Minami stuck her tongue out as Leo poked him with a stick despite the pouts from Hoshi. Hinata doubled over from laughing  as Kageyama flashed a thumbs up. 

Okiawa gasped at the remarks from his neighbors as he turned around his child, “Hoshi! You better get them or-” Hoshi turned back towards them as he remarked, 

“They’re too high!” Okiawa quickly got up and ran towards Hoshi, promptly picking him onto his shoulders as he lifted him higher. Hoshi cackled at his newfound power as the twins sequeled from fright. 

“That’s cheating!” Minami yelled as Leo quickly scrambled down the other side of the tree and left. The breeze rustled the leaves as Minami turned to face a fleeing Leo as she called out, “You betrayer!” 

Okiawa and Hoshi were cackling while Iwazumi sighed, “Why did I marry such a childish human being....” trying to make conversation with Hinata and Kageyama only to feel the air whizz past him as Hinata leapt off the blanket towards Minami. He jumped high into the air between the chuckling duo and Minami. Minami slightly fell off balance from the strength of Hinata’s jump as she looked in awe. Okiawa was startled and started to lose his balance with Hoshi on top who like Minami was in shock. 

“I’m going down!” Okiawa yelled as he staggered and fell, Hoshi landing on top of him. 

Hinata knowing he had time brought his arms out as he called out to Minami, who was still high in the tree. “Jump!” Minami shook her head, fear crawling into her tiny body. “Trust me, you know I’ll always catch you.” Minami stared into the resolute eyes of Hinata and a sudden determination sparked. She slowly got onto her two feet, holding tightly onto the tree as she jumped off. She was falling, the air whooshing past her, the feeling exhilarating before she landed in the safe arms of Hinata who was smiling down upon her. “See? I got you.” 

Minami laughed, hugging him tightly as she squinted, “You’re too bright dad,” only to be held up farther into the sun despite her protests. 

Okiawa still on the ground, exaggerating the fall while Hoshi was lightly smacking him. “Dad.” Smack. “Dad.” Smack. “Daddddddd.” Smack.

Okiawa shook his head as he bleary sat up, “What happened?”

“You fell,” Hoshi remarked, rolling his eyes as he watched Okiawa fall back to the ground. Minami who was situated on top of Hinata’s shoulders saw Leo on top of Kageyama.

She pointed towards him, “You left me!” 

Leo shrugged, sticking his tongue out, “Survival of the fittest.” 

“Revenge!” as she commanded Hinata to charge. Hinata, as the daring knight he is, charged towards Kageyama eagerly. 

Kageyama stood there as Leo was yelling, “Dad! You gotta move!” As Hinata approached closer with Minami on his shoulders, Kageyama dodged at the last second leaving the two confused.

Leo laughed, his legs kicking out, “Get outplayed!” 

“Not so fast!” as they both turned around to face Hoshi who was sitting on Iwazumi’s shoulders. 

Iwazumi smirked, “Don’t forget about us,” as they charged into the fray. 

Hinata, still smaller than Iwazumi, ran away despite the protests of Minami, “Dad! We can fight them!” Kageyama faced Iwaizumi, challenging him as Leo and Hoshi stared each other down. 

“So…” Iwazumi said, drawing out his words as he looked around. “What did it feel like to lose your game in America?” 

Kageyama glared, irritation growing within him, “At least we didn’t lose as bad as you guys did in Spain.” 

Iwazumi blazed with irritation as Okaiwa yelled back from their picnic area, “THAT’S RIGHT. GET REKT KAGEYAMA!” Hinata and Minami were carefully testing their limits as they curiously watched the situation between the two. 

"Dad…" Minami whispers, "did you bring popcorn?" 

"No," Hinata whispers back softly, "kinda wish I did now…" as they both turned back towards the heated tension between the two. Leo twisted around on Kageyama's shoulders to face Minami and mouthed, help me. Minami shook her head, as she was too engrossed at the drama unfolding in front of them. 

"I bet Hoshi is a better volleyball player than Leo," Iwazumi states as Hoshi looks down at his dad in surprise. 

"Wait what? Dad-" Hoshi’s eyes grew wide. 

Kageyama's face shifts as he responds, "Excuse me? I taught Leo the ways to be a setter, he's clearly more advanced." 

Leo raises his arms up, "Dad! Can you-"

"Oh yeah?" Yells Iwazumi, "Lets play volleyball and see!" 

Kageyama turns towards the blanket and rushes towards the ball as Leo yells from his shoulders. Okiawa who was cheering for his husband quickly abandons to avoid the intensity which struck Kageyama. Before reaching for the volleyball, Hinata jumps in front of him, raising his arms. 

"Why don't we all eat before we play? I'm sure the kids are hungry," he said while sheepishly smiling. 

Leo vigorously nodded as he tapped on Kageyama's head, "Yeah dad, I'm starving." Leo just wanted to get away from his dad’s rampage. 

Kageyama huffed, proving Iwaizumi wrong was going to have to wait. "Okay. But right after-" 

"That's great! Let's all eat lunch!" Hinata yells, calling everyone back. Okiawa brings out the bento boxes of sandwiches and onigiri as well as the water, juice and milk for Kageyama and Leo. Hoshi and Minami dive for the sandwiches, quickly shoving it into their mouths as Leo slowly eats his onigiri, satisfied at the taste of the tuna. Leo was reaching out for his milk before being handed one by Kageyama who was already halfway done with his own. Leo happily stuck his straw in and smiled at the coolness of the drink. 

Leo was happily sipping away before a thought came to his head, "What if broccoli replaced all the trees?" 

Minami turned to look at him, "Then we eat it," bluntly stating. 

"Then does broccoli turn into cauliflower when it dies?" Hoshi remarks, not noticing the stifled laughter from Oikawa. "Hattsun and Makki are influencing him too much…"

Leo gasped, "You're right!" 

Minami rolled her eyes, "Forget about vegetables. What if rice was the dirt?" The kid's eyes lit up from such an idea. 

"I wouldn't mind that actually," Hoshi said. "And water can be milk!" Leo excitedly yelled out to which Kageyama nodded his approval. 

Hinata and Iwazumi looked on, shocked at the ideas that were spilling from their mouths. "Sooo….what about that volleyball game?" Iwazumi quickly said. 

"Are we even needed here?" Asked Leo as he was standing on the side with Minami and Hoshi who were sitting down on the grass. 

Minami shrugged, "Feels like a parent's pride thing like, look at them," she said as she pointed towards their parents. Okiawa has set the ball towards Iwazumi who ran to spike the ball, pretending there was a net. Hinata received the ball, his arms outstretched and a grin on his face, bumping it towards Kageyama who was ready. His fingers itching to touch the ball, and eyeing the position of Hinata quickly set the ball into the air. Everything seemed to slow down as Hinata eyed the ball, soon his hand made contact, and he satisfyingly sent the ball slamming into the ground. Iwazumi tried to dive for the ball, but missed by an inch. Hinata hollered as Kageyama kissed him on the forehead. 

Iwazumi sighed, “Man that reminds me of our high school days," as he patted his seething husband's back. 

Okiawa pinched the bridge of his nose, "Don't remind me." 

From the corner of his eye, he noticed the kid's lack of attention and waved, "Heyyyy, Hoshi." Hoshi's ears perked up when he heard his father call him. 

"You wanna kick their butts?" Okiawa said, pointing towards Kageyama and Hinata. Hoshi nodded eagerly, wanting to get in on the action. 

"What about us?" Leo yelled. 

Hinata stretched his legs, "You guys need to join too, we need to show them who’s superior!" The twins whooped and hollered as they rushed to join their parents, sticking their tongues out towards Hoshi. 

"Isn't it unfair that they have more people?" Asked Hoshi. 

Iwazumi smirked, "Makes winning more glorious."

Hinata and Kageyama each high fived their kids, getting ready for the ball. Okiawa hands Hoshi the ball and he can't help but feel content because of the comforting feeling of having it in his hands. Maybe not as good as it should when he grows, but at the moment, it was perfect. Hoshi raised his arms and threw the ball high into the air before smacking it. The ball soared high through the sky before Minami hollered. Her arms outstretched, the ball fell right into the groove, bouncing off her arms towards Leo. His arms were already raised as the ball gently nestled into his hands. With a swift push of his arms, the ball soared even higher, squinting his eyes against the bright sun. He yelled for Kageyama who only needed to jump a little bit, his feet barely hovering above the floor as he smacked it down towards the opposite side. Iwazumi dived for the ball, his knees scraping against the dirt as he picked the ball up. Okiawa ran towards the ball, his arms set. The motion that he perfected over the years of practice allowed the ball to glide through the air easily. He called for Hoshi who was eagerly waiting for his chance. Eyes glinting, he ran up towards the imaginary net and jumped. 

His legs pushed off the ground. His right arm outstretched and his vision locked on the ball. He slammed it towards Leo, where the ball bounced off his arms and flew off into the distance where it landed with a nice plop. Minami groaned and sagged in defeat while Kageyama was comforting Leo who kept muttering sorry. Iwaizumi high fived Hoshi who had a wide grin on his face, the feeling of the ball hitting his hand never leaving. The volleyball games continued, neither side backing down until the day began falling into the night.

[sugaandyams]

“Mean Girls” Haikyuu crack fic: Part 2

Part 1 is here. Disclaimer still applies.

Chikara’s next class is literature and Narita and Kinoshita both have chemistry, so they all head back as the gym class collects their equipment.

Kinoshita hands Chikara a detailed map of the school. “This is your key to survival at North Shore,” he explains. “Arguably, the most important part is lunchtime. There are so many cliques.”

The bell rings before Kinoshita can explain them. “We’ll catch you at study hall,” Narita promises. “It’s right before lunch so we can leave early and scope out the cafeteria.”

Chikara is about to thank him when the crowd of students rushing to their next class swishes him away. He somehow manages to enter his homeroom once more.

Takeda looks away from the whiteboard to the doorway. Chikara can tell he’s once again the last student to arrive because all the desks are taken except for one near the front.

“Sawamura-Sugawara, I’m happy you’re in my class!” Takeda smiles. “How about you take a seat behind Akaashi?”

Chikara takes a wild guess that the figure hunched over, searching through his satchel, is Akaashi, only because of the empty desk behind him. He nods and sits downs. Takeda passes out syllabi and goes down the list of materials needed for this year.

He tries to listen to Takeda but his eyes wander back to the map. “Sexually active band geeks?” he mutters to himself. The guy in front of him turns around. “Did you say something?”

Chikara glances up and nearly gasps. “What?”

Akaashi (shit, that’s such a pretty name) has the most gorgeous hair Chikara has ever seen on a human being. Could a person have such beautiful eyes?

“I thought you said something,” Akaashi shrugs and Chikara needs to remind himself to breath.

“I did but I was just talking to myself.” Why did I say that?! he questions mentally.

Akaashi chuckles and Chikara really wonders if he can stay in his class when he’s having a bisexual reawakening. “I’m Akaashi Keiji. You’re the new student, right?”

“From Africa,” Chikara replies. “Sawamura-Sugawara Chikara.” Akaashi’s eyes widen a tad but return to their normal state when Chikara adds, “You can call me by my given name.”

“Alright, Chikara-kun.” Akaashi gives a light smile before turning back around in his seat and Chikara stares at his map, heat swarming to his face.

He doesn’t expect another conversation with Akaashi today but at the end of class, he turns back around after gathering his textbooks. “Have a nice day, Chikara-kun.”

“Bye Akaashi-kun,” Chikara says, a tad breathlessly. How can one person have such beauty? It’s not fair. Not fair at all.

Since Takeda is such a nice teacher, he didn’t assign any homework so Chikara has nothing to do except talk to Kinoshita and Narita during study hall. Luckily his blushing goes down so neither question him.

Kinoshita centers Chikara’s map on their library table. “Okay, we’ll explain all the major cliques,” he promises.

“I can’t believe sexually active band geeks is an actual clique,” Chikara mutters.

Kinoshita smirks but before he can make a comment, Narita ruffles Kinoshita’s hair. “I didn’t even say anything yet!” he grumbles.

“You were going to say something,” Narita knowingly says.

“Shut up.” Kinoshita looks over Chikara’s shoulder and waves. “Hey, Akaashi.”

Chikara freezes.

Akaashi gives a slight nod. “Hello Kinoshita-kun, Narita-kun.” He takes another step to see if it’s Chikara. “Hi Chikara-kun. I suppose you’re also in this study hall block.”

“Yeah,” Chikara murmurs and feels his face get hot. Kinoshita and Narita exchange glances.

“It’ll be helpful if Takeda-sensei ever assigns us a project,” Akaashi says. “We can partner up and work in study hall together.”

Akaashi and I as partners? Chikara numbly nods. “That would be nice.”

After he leaves and Chikara can breathe again, both Narita and Kinoshita have smirks on their faces. “You like him,” Narita states.

“I do not,” Chikara replies.

“Liar,” Kinoshita says. “How come you started blushing like mad?”

“Do you think he noticed?” Chikara asks, concerned. He’d hate for Akaashi to notice- what if he doesn’t want to be friends with him?

Narita decides to hide the fact Akaashi is very analytical and probably did notice.

“Akaashi-kun is a nice guy,” Narita assures Chikara, patting the back of his hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

Somewhat soothed, Chikara looks back at the map. “So, what all do I need to know?”

Kinoshita cracks his knuckles. “JV jocks, varsity jocks, desperate wannabes, burnouts, the greatest people you’ll ever meet-” he gestures towards Narita and himself. “And the worst, the Plants.”

Chikara runs through their conversation as he gets out the lunch line, wanting to buy a water bottle. He spots his new friends across the cafeteria, sitting by the wall and he relaxes his shoulders in relief. Right where the map said they’d be. He starts walking there, not realizing he’s walking in front of the Plants’ table when a guy stops him.

“May I help you?” Chikara asks, noting how attractive the guy would be if not for a smug and smarmy look across his face.

The guy, blond with an undercut and piercings, tries to give an innocent look. “We’re doing a questionnaire for new students, answer some questions for us, will you?”

Chikara mentally sighs and decides to go for it so he doesn’t make any enemies on his first day. “Sure.”

“Is your muffin buttered?” The completely male table Chikara just passed starts laughing. “Pardon?” Chikara blinks. Did he hear that correctly?

“Would you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin?” the guy asks, with an unkind smirk on his face.

Oikawa Tooru rolls his eyes and leans forward, resting his arms on the lunch table. “Is he bothering you?” he asks Chikara before glaring at Terushima. “Why are you such a creep?”

“I’m just being friendly, Oikawa!” Terushima insists.

“You don’t come over to my house for a party, break one of my parents’ vases, and then try to hit on some innocent boy- and failing, by the way- in front of us,” Oikawa coolly replies. He moves his eyes to Chikara. “Would you like to have sex with him?” he asks.

Chikara takes a step away from Terushima. “No thanks.”

Terushima’s grin slides off his face.

“Problem solved!” Oikawa happily says. “You can go shave your back now.”

Terushima curses under his breath and Chikara continues walking, glad that’s over.

“Wait!” Oikawa calls and Chikara turns his head. “Huh?”

“Sit down,” Oikawa invites, patting the table. Chikara glances at Kinoshita and Narita, who gesture for him to come over. He gives a simple “I don’t know what’s happening” look and pulls out a seat.

“Why don’t I know you?” Oikawa says with a tilt of his head.

“I came here from Africa and it’s my first time attending school in five years,” Chikara admits, opening his water bottle.

“Shut up.” Oikawa looks back and forth between Mattsun and Makki. “Shut. Up!”

“I didn’t say anything?” Chikara confusedly says.

“Home-schooled.” Oikawa rests his head on his palm. “Wow.”

Makki gives a bewildered look to Chikara. “If you’re from Africa, how come you’re not black?”

“Makki!” Mattsun hisses. “You can’t just ask people why they’re not black!”

Oikawa leans forward and smiles. Chikara doesn’t understand how Kinoshita and Narita hate him. He seems really nice! “Hold on for just a moment,” Oikawa says as he leans back against his seat, winking. Chikara casts his look back to Narita and Kinoshita, who look at him with perplexed expressions. He slightly shrugs in response.

Oikawa finishes talking with Makki and Mattsun. “Okay,” he begins with a deep breath. “We don’t ever do this, so it’s a huge deal.”

Mattsun sweetly smiles. “We want to invite you to have lunch with us for the rest of the week!”

“That’s-” Chikara begins before he’s cut off by Oikawa. “So, see you tomorrow?”

“On Tuesdays, we wear sea-green!” Makki adds.

~~

Kinoshita bursts out laughing in the boys’ bathroom. “You have to do it!” He wipes away his tears, he’s laughing so hard. “You have to do it and tell us all the horrible stuff Oikawa says!”

“But Oikawa seems sweet,” Chikara argues. Kinoshita stops laughing. “He’s not sweet! He’s a life-ruiner, he ruined my life!”

“What happened?” Chikara asks as Narita puts an arm around his shoulders. “When we were 12, Oikawa told everyone-”

“Kazuhito!” Kinoshita huffs. “Can we not?”

“Sorry.”

“Why do you hate him?” Chikara asks, curious to know.

“What do you mean?” Kinoshita responds.

“Oikawa. You seem to really hate him.”

Kinoshita doesn’t answer for a few moments, expecting Chikara to continue. When he doesn’t, Kinoshita raises his eyebrows. “I do. What’s your question?”

“Why?”

Kinoshita glares at Narita so he doesn’t say anything. “Nothing. It’s not about hatred or anything. I just think it would be super funny for you to hang out with them and tell us everything that happens.”

“What would we even talk about?”

“Hair products,” Kinoshita suggests while Narita claims, “Hot guys.”

“Please Chikara?” Kinoshita even sticks out a lip. “Please?”

Chikara sighs. “Fine.”

Kinoshita squeals and gives him a big hug. Maybe it’s worth it.

He won’t think that for long.

“Tomorrow is Tuesday and they said they wear sea-green. Do you guys have anything sea-green I can wear?”

Kinoshita snorts. “No.”

Narita shrugs. “Not really.”

“How about a trip to the mall after school?” Kinoshita offers.

“Oh! This is what kids do in those cliché movies!” Chikara cheers.

“I love you so much,” Kinoshita laughs.

~~

Luckily Narita has a car and drives them to the mall. They spend a few hours there, goofing off after they found the perfect shirt for Chikara. It’s almost exactly dinner time when Chikara is dropped off at home.

He waves goodbye as Kinoshita leans over the driver’s seat and honks the horn as goodbye.

“Hisashi!” Narita yells as Chikara laughs, opening the door to his house. Daichi and Koushi were totally not standing by the door as soon as they heard the car drive up.

“Were those the friends you texted us about?” Koushi asks, having received a text message from his son a few hours before the end of school that he had a ride.

“Yeah,” Chikara answers, setting down his bag and backpack. “What’s for dinner?”

“Hold on,” Daichi says, blocking the kitchen door. “Aren’t you going to tell us all about your special day?”

“Did you meet any other friends?” Koushi inquires eagerly. “Any cute guys?”

Chikara figures he’d be fine- until his dad said that last statement. “What? No!”

“You totally did!”

“Dad!” Chikara whines, wishing he isn’t such an easy blusher.

“Who’s this boy?” Daichi instantly asks, crossing his arms. “I’m a cop, I can search him up in the records.” There’s a subtle teasing tone but Chikara never underestimates his fathers’ protectiveness.

“I’ll tell you over dinner,” he murmurs, going around Daichi and getting out a glass of water to calm his hot face.

“Our little boy is going up so fast,” Koushi whispers to Daichi. “Just yesterday he was clinging to our shirts and asking for our help on everything.”

“I think we need to have another talk with him, just in case.”

Chikara spits out his water. “Dads!”

[settersprouts]

꠵ look at me : chapter eight ꠵

気にしない。

Iwaizumi flopped onto the duvets of Oikawa's bed, watching as the setter stuffed more clothes into his plain black suitcase. He had his hair pinned back with some of his cousin's old hairclips, some of them having little stars and UFO designs on them. Occasionally, a little strand of hair would fall in front of his face, and Oikawa would huff and tuck it behind his ear. After a couple of minutes, Oikawa sighed, leaning back on his heels and laying on the floor. "Iwa-chan, I'm tired."

"Well, that's too bad." Iwaizumi scoffed, nudging the latter with the heel of his foot. "You need to hurry up and pack, dumbass, so you can stay with me."

Oikawa pursed his lips and let out a small sigh. "Fine, fine." He pulled out the clips, letting his hair fall free and shaking his head a little, to loosen up the knots. Running a slim hand through it, he stood up and zipped his suitcase, letting it lean on the side of his bed. "C'mon Iwa-chan, get up." He extended out a hand to his friend, pulling Iwaizumi to his feet once he had a strong grip on it. "Jeez. You're such a brute, you could've held my hand softer you know?"

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as Oikawa rubbed the palm of his hand. "Whatever, let's go."

The two of them padded out of Oikawa's room, but froze in the middle of the hallway. The front door knob was turning; it sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door or pick the lock. Oikawa turned to Iwaizumi nervously, panic lining his features. "Iwa-chan, what do we do?"

Iwaizumi stalked to the front door, grabbing an umbrella from the rack, planning to use it as a bat. "Just stay there. I'll take care of it," he whispered, getting into a baseball player stance.

The door swung open, and Iwaizumi swung the umbrella, but it didn't get very far. The person in question had caught the tip of it before it hit them, and ripped it out of Iwa's grip. "Iwaizumi-kun?"

Iwa opened his eyes, glancing at the so-called intruder. "O-Oikawa-san?" Oikawa's mother stood in front of the doorway, her arms filled with grocery bags. "Sorry, do you.. Do you need to come in?"

"Yes, that would be lovely." Iwaizumi stepped aside, nervously looking back at Oikawa, who just stood there in the middle of the hallway, like a deer in headlights. "Oh, Tooru. Welcome back."

Oikawa's fists clenched at his sides, and he blinked back the tears in his eyes. "I'm not staying long. I'm leaving."

"Oh, is that so?" Oikawa-san turned back to him after having set the groceries on the counter. "I wouldn't be surprised. You always abandon those who love you when they need you."

Iwaizumi's mouth slid open in shock. Is that how you're supposed to talk to your kid? He looked back at Oikawa, who was glaring daggers at his mother. "I don't abandon people. I've never abandoned anyone, ever." The setter's hands were shaking. It was taking a lot of Tooru's self control to not sock his mother directly in the face and bolt out the door. "I'm not like you."

Oikawa's mother raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? When have I ever abandoned anyone?"

"When I was five years old. You left me and Hiro-chan alone for three days because you were at some stupid party with your co-workers." Oikawa clenched his fists even tighter, his face contorting into a sad smile. "We were children. We were starving for three days, mama."

"Okay? Well, you should've learned how to cook, then." Oikawa-san turned her back on her son, and started to unpack the food in the brown paper bags.

"I was five!"

"That's not an excuse!"

Oikawa stepped back, the tears all but coming down now. He grabbed the suitcase handle, and walked towards the door, where Iwaizumi was still waiting. "All I ever wanted was to make you proud, mama. But you're so self-absorbed, you don't even notice when I win. Just when I fail." He turned back to his mother, who was already looking at him. "Did you even know I got an award back in junior high for being the best setter?"

"You did?"

"I did." Oikawa rummaged around in his bag, pulling out the plaque. "This has been sitting in my room for three years mama. Not once have I ever heard you ask me about it. Congratulate me for earning it." He put it back gently, zipping up his suitcase and opening the front door, letting the cool spring air flow in. He turned back to look at his mom, putting on a genuine smile, which shocked both Iwaizumi and Oikawa-san. "Fuck you, mama. I hope you go to Hell."

The door slammed shut. Oikawa and Iwaizumi made their way over to the car, not taking long to drive away from Oikawa's house. Oikawa-san took a shaky breath, leaning over the kitchen island and held back a sob. "I'm so sorry, Tooru. I'm so sorry." She padded over to the window, opening the blinds and watching the two drive away, the car becoming smaller and smaller by the seconds. "I'm so proud of you."

⊱ ─ ‧̥̥͙⋅. ♔ .⋅‧̥̥͙ ─ ⊰

"Movie night!" Hanamaki cheered, shoving open the door to Iwaizumi's room and chucking the bag full of convenience store snacks onto the bedspread. "I wasted all my savings on this, you're welcome."

Oikawa giggled, covering his mouth as he did so. "Thanks, Makki. I'll pay for your lunch for a month, then." Hanamaki gasped, rushing over to kneel by Oikawa, taking both his hands.

"I love you."

Oikawa's eyes widened, and he held Makki's hands tighter. "I love you too!"

"Alright, lovebirds, cut it out." Iwaizumi hit both of them on the back of the head, ignoring their protests. And the little pang in his chest watching them flirt, even if it was just a joke. "Naruto marathon?"

Matsukawa went to sit by Hanamaki, leaning his head in the little crook between Hanamaki's head and shoulder. Waving his hand, he muttered, "Yeah, just pick up where you and Oikawa left off. We'll never finish it anyways, so what's the point?"

Iwaizumi nodded, flipping through his "continue watching?" list on the television. Everytime he and Oikawa had a sleepover, or just chilled at each other's houses, they usually binged whatever show was trending and looked interesting, but never seemed to finish any, except for the really short ones. "Maybe we will. We actually watched a lot of the show so we should be good."

"Yeah, we did." Oikawa leaned over Makki's legs and ruffled through the bag, pulling out a package of milkbread and one of those sour rainbow candy strips. "Ooh. You got a lot of stuff. I was just expecting a couple bags of chips."

Makki shrugged. "I told you I got a lot of stuff. And I'm not that bad."

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious!"

Oikawa rolled his eyes, throwing his arms over Iwaizumi and squeezing him lightly, like he was his big teddy bear. Iwaizumi looked down at him fondly, ignoring Makki and Mattsun who couldn't control their snickers. He thumbed Oikawa's cheek as he flipped through shows, clicking on Naruto and leaning back with Oikawa's head still on his stomach. "You okay?"

"My face hurts a little." Oikawa admitted, burying his face in the folds of Iwaizumi's T-shirt. "It's like.. sore, I dunno."

Matsukawa rolled off of Hanamaki, walking over and leaning Oikawa's face up to find nothing out of the ordinary about it. "You look like normal. Did you put makeup on over.. whatever you have, again?"

Oikawa nodded hesitantly. "Yeah."

"Go wash it off." Iwaizumi said, nudging Oikawa off of him. "I don't want makeup smudges on my shirt, dumbass. When you get back, I'll put some herbal oil on your face to help get the bruises out." Oikawa laughed, and smiled, nodding.

"Okay, Iwa-chan.” He stood up and walked to the door, a little limp in his step. Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. Once he had left, Iwaizumi paused the anime and leaned his head back onto his bed.

Makki crossed his arms over his chest, deep in thought. "You said he moved in officially- like, today- right?" Taking Iwaizumi's curt nod as an answer, he continued. "He seems to be doing a lot better than I thought he would."

Iwaizumi shrugged. "Yeah. He yelled at his mom while I was there, actually."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, you should've seen his face. He was pissed." Iwaizumi shuddered at the memory. "Actually, he kind of scared me a little bit."

Matsukawa sputtered, letting out a deep laugh. "Who would've known," he managed to wheeze, "that the big bad Hajime Iwaizumi would've been scared of Aoba Johsai's number one womanizer."

"Fuck off."

The door to Hajime's room creaked open, and all three boys' heads swiveled around to see who had intruded on their conversation. Oikawa stepped in, stuffing his face into the fur of Iwaizumi's cat, who was currently purring in Oikawa's arms. Iwa sighed, gesturing for Oikawa to walk over. Thankfully, the setter obliged, sitting down next to him with the cat still shielding his face. "C'mon, it can't be that bad.. Lemme see." Iwaizumi mused, petting his cat while reassuring Oikawa it was okay.

"Can't be that bad my ass," Oikawa retorted, but set the cat down to glare at Iwa. "Happy?"

Iwaizumi stared at the injuries painting Oikawa's pale face. There was a small cut on his lip, above his eye, and on his forehead. A large bruise stretched from his chin to under his right ear. His nose also seemed a little crooked- his father must of broken it when he punched him- but it didn't look that bad. There were more noticeable bruises on his face and neck, and there were probably more under his clothes, too. Makki and Mattsun looked over at Oikawa and winced.

"Damn. That's gotta hurt." Hanamaki said, getting up and walking to Iwa's nightstand: probably to get the herbal oil. "Does it?"

Oikawa shrugged. "It's kind of sore, and the cuts sting. But other than that.." He shook his head. "I'm fine."

Iwaizumi grabbed the oil from Hanamaki's outstretched hand, unpausing the TV and patting his lap. "Put your head here. I'm gonna put the oil on you now." Oikawa nodded, laying his head down on Iwa's upper thighs, his hair falling down over his eyes. Iwaizumi brushed the tufts away, popping open the cap for the oil and pouring a small amount onto his fingertips. He pressed his fingers to Oikawa's face, rubbing the oil in a little harshly- but that was really the only way to apply it. "That okay?"

Tooru hummed in response, letting his eyes drift to the Naruto episode in front of him. His chocolate orbs darted from place to place, following the action on the screen. He was so goddamn attentive, even when just simply watching an animated show. Iwaizumi let his hands wander to Oikawa's hair, and he subconsciously ran his hand through the locks. The setter stiffened, unprepared for the sudden action.

"O-oh shit-sorry," Iwaizumi dropped his hand, a blush rising to his cheeks.

Oikawa didn't reply. He just grabbed Iwaizumi's hand and lifted it back towards his hair, a loopy smile on his face. "Don't mind, Iwa-chan." He whispered, and Iwa fell even deeper.

chapter 9 !

[sargentsnowy-blog]

It was dark, the moon full as it shined with stars over the camp.

Max lie awake, staring at the top of his tent with the usual bored face as Neil's snoring rang his ears.

"No wonder I can't fucking sleep," he whispered, waiting silently for the sounds of feet crunching on the dirt and grass. "What us taking her so long?"

Just as he said it, the tent quickly unzipped revealing Nikki standing there proudly as the moon silhouetted her.

"Hi Max!" She whispered, pulling him out the futon that made the camp camp campers beds. "Ready?"

"Anything to get away from this guy's damn snoring."

The pair left the tent, tip toeing to the edge of the camp and avoiding a patrolling David. The animals were silent as the two walked to their nightly place.

The largest hill in Sleepy Peak Peak.

It was close, Max could even see it over the treetops that crowded his sight.

"Max," Nikki called, startling him. "Are you okay? You usually talk about finding David's weakness or shutting down this 'hell hole.'"

Max shrugged, "Maybe I'm not in the mood."

"Well then if you weren't in the mood you wouldn't have come out here with me every night."

Max clenched his teeth, walking up the hill to where a pine tree stood. He sat under its shade, Nikki sitting beside him. Only he scooted to the other side of the tree.

Nikki sighed, "What is your issue? You've never acted like this until now.

"Maybe I'm not in the fucking mood Nikki."

He heard the crunching of grass, and the next thing he knew, the girl was standing in front of him with her eyes glowing angrily.

"You're acting like an asshole. And you know I wouldn't call you that unless there was a good reason," Nikki stated, sitting beside him.

Max tried to move but she grabbed his arm.

"What is your issue?!" Max said, snatching his arm. "Maybe—"

"Why?! Your mom is a golddigger, you saw her trying to fuck Neil's dad, and you were run off by those flower scout bitches!

Nikki covered his mouth. "Who gives a crap about 'maybe'. I want to know the real shit. Tell me."

Max's eye twitched. "Fine." He rubbed his floof called hair. "Its just that, you're so happy."

"And?"

"Why? Your mom is a golddigger, you mom tried to fuck Neil's dad. YOU WERE RAN OUT BY THOSE FLOWERSCOUT BITCHES."

Nikki shrugged. "I don't get it."

"Its just..." Max calmed his voice, staring down to the grass. "You're so happy to live with all that, but my parents don't like me so they sent me to summer camp every year.

"You live with all that and those assholes tslkig about you but I'm mad that I come to the shit hole every summer? Beats me being with my parents."

Max felt something slam him face, making him gasp. Nikki had slapped him. Hard.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to go to summer camp? Very long, Max. You actually have it way easier. David and Gwen are basically your parents!"

Max scoffed. "When they're my parents they would've killed me first."

Nikki practically growled. "I've had to live with some crappy girly girls all last summer! And I was run out by them! I had to deal with my mother coming onto different people all school year!

"I put on a smile because I no longer care."

Max stared at her, an eyebrow raised.

"My life isn't easy. Its pretty hard. But..." Nikki turned to him, a smile wide on her face. "I try go make it better! And your schemes and angry talk make me happy like Neil! And if you aren't yourself, I'll make sure you go back to normal!"

Max was overly flustered. He was stiff, his floofy hair blowing in the wind. He put Gus head down and let out a small chuckle.

Nikki tilted her head towards him, confused.

His laugh got louder, and louder, until it echoed from Spooky Island.

He wasn't laughing evilly. He was laughing with actual joy. Nikki was completely freaked out.

"Ahah... Nikki! Ahaa!"

Nikki scooted away from him. "Why are you laughing?!"

"Because! You just said all those things about your life! And you're still smiling! That's... Actually pretty cool. Maybe you're rubbing off on me because that was one if the best laughs I've ever had!"

Nikki shrugged, smiling as she laid down on the hill. The grass was soft and nice, making the girl put her arms behind her head.

She patted the spot next to her, looking at Max with shining eyes. He laid beside her, staring up at the moon and stars.

The weight of today brought fatigue on his body, making him turn to Nikki only to see she was already asleep.

He pulled his hoodie over her before she got cold and fell asleep.

....

"Good morning Campbell Campers!" David called in his normal cheery voice. "We have a long day ahead of us! So let's get started!"

Neil woke up, yawning before looking to Max... 'S bed.

"Where the fuck is Max?"

The nerd got out of bed and ran out his tent, hearing Nerris following him.

"David!" They yelled in unison. "There's a camper missing!"

Neil and Nerris stopped beside each other, staring at David and Gwen.

"What the fuck do mean there's a camper missing?" Gwen said in her normal grumpy tone.

"Max is missing!" Neil yelled.

"So is Nikki!" Added Nerris.

David and Gwen looked at each other, nodding.

"Campers!" Gwen called to the gathering kids. "Max and Nikki are missing! We need to find them! We can't go down with another lost camper!"

A collected groan echoed over the crowd.

"No camp activities for a week!" David added.

Instantly, the clearing was empty, kids climbing over kids to get to the forest.

The counsellors shrugged before running to join them.

David and Gwen called for Max and Nikki at once, looking under bushes or climbing up trees.

But when David climbed up the tallest tree in the forest, he saw blue on a tall hill.

He let out a gasp before falling out the tree, a scream leaving his mouth all the way down.

Gwen watched David fall into a bush before he popped right out.

"Their on the hill!"

Gwen began to ran toward the hill, David following close behind. The hill was steep but not steel enough for 10 year olds. Steep enough for David but still.

As the adults climbed the tree and parted the bushes, the let out small gasps.

Both Max and Nikki were curled together, asleep. Nikki had Max's hoodie draping her as a cover while their hands were being held by the other.

David and Gwen let out an aww if approval and from how cute the situation was.

They climbed back down the hill, opting not to bother them since they've probably always did this until it got late.

A rustle in the bushes alerted Gwen making her tell David to stop only for all the campers to come crashing out.

"SHHHH." The pair hissed.

David sighed. "Max and Nikki are asleep in that hill." He pointed to the location. "Together."

Preston pushed forward, his eyes crazed and his mouth in a smile. "I must see this!"

All the campers surfers forward quietly, smiling as they climbed the hill, David and Gwen following.

Max and Nikki were still asleep, just more comfortable looking.

A small awe passed through everyone, the kids and counsellors opting to stay quiet.

They only watched the small movements they made, usually a mumble under the breath.

Until Max woke up, sitting up and giving a small yawn. He covered his eyes with his hand before looking down on Nikki.

A wide smile broke his face.

A giant gasp erupted from the bushes, causing Max to jump up with a flustered face. Over the bushes he saw retreating people, making him crack his knuckles.

He sighed, thinking he'll deal with it later before he sat down beside Nikki, waiting for her to wake up so they can go to the mess hall together.

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@skye667 you were the one that asked if I could do it to the makki fanfic shortage.

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Can you write a scenario (angst) where Nishinoya and his fem!s/o have an argument and it ends up in her running out of the house but she gets it by a car. it would be great if you could do oikawa too but dont if its too much work. thank you! xx

I’m just really thirsty for an angsty Nishinoya scenario. Could any of you satisfy my thirst? (This sounds so dirty, I didn’t even mean to omg)

I’m just going to add these two requests!!! Both are asking for Nishinoya angst PLUS an extra Oikawa angst for funsies! I am so beyond happy that you all like my level of angst… Which isn’t actually a level it’s more like an assortment of angsty shit I’ve read and watched lol! I hope you all like what I’ve come up with! Thank you for requesting! - Admin Satori

Nishinoya Yuu:

“______! Check out this awesome bruise I got today from Ryuu’s spike!” Nishinoya bounded up next to you as you walked home from school. You looked over at what he was showing excitedly; the insides of his elbows and forearms were covered in dark purple bruises, and you almost felt sick to your stomach looking at them. But his excitement was out of this world, he looked completely pleased with himself and stood up straight as he walked next to you, he was just barely taller than you, but his hair made up for most of it.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, smacking away his hand when he tried to grab yours, “Yuu, bruises are only cool and awesome and badass to a specific point…. You passed that a long time ago… your bruises look bad, Yuu.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like… ‘Oh my god, does he get abused by his girlfriend’ bad.” You explained yourself better, glancing over at him when he let out a bark fo a laugh.

“Oh no way! No one thinks that, _____! I promise!” He smiled widely, feeling his body buzzing at your admittance of being his girlfriend. It wasn’t something brand new, you’d admitted it before, you’d talked about dating him on a daily basis to his friends and yours because you knew he liked it. He liked everyone knowing he was going out with you and that you were his first real girlfriend and he’d actually beaten Tanaka to the punch of getting a girl to go out with him. It was a pride thing. A boy thing.

You let out a long sigh, “That’s no the point, Yuu. Not every practice needs your 130% effort…. It’s practice, sweetie, you’re supposed to work on things you have issues on, not rock the whole gym with your mad skillz…. Yo.” You knew he wasn’t taking you seriously, and you knew it was probably because you weren’t taking it too seriously either. He wasn’t going to take your concerns seriously, and you knew that the moment you’d met him.

And it wasn’t because he just didn’t care, but because he knew what his body could and couldn’t handle. He knew his limits, and he’d assured you about it day in and day out that he was doing just fine! But still, it was your job to worry. You’d known him as a kid, and how he was now in high school was a radically different person altogether.

Nishinoya smiled, continuing to brush off your worry, reaching out a bit and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he walked next to you, “But if I don’t give all my effort, how am I going to know if I’ve improved?” He pointed out, not realizing that his logic didn’t really make too much sense to anyone who had a brain. But you sighed as a response and his smile faltered, “A-are….. Are you mad at me, _____?” He asked curiously, sensing tension in the air around the two of you, knowing you’d let out sighs as a way to get out all the steam from the rage boiling inside your very soul. Which is something he liked about you; While he was bouncing off the walls with all this positive energy and radiated so much light, you preferred to keep it bottled and hidden for the most part, only showing who you were to those you deemed worthy…. Like Yin and Yang. Two sides to the same coin.

“No… Yuu… I’m not mad… Just a little worried…” You assured quietly, reading over and pressing your lips to his cheek before you stopped at the crosswalk, “I’ve got to go drop off my friends homework since she missed today… I’ll catch up with you.” You gave him the softest smile you could muster in this trying time before turning towards the crosswalk and making your trek to the other sidewalk as the sign dinged in approval.

Of course, not everything worked perfectly 100% of the time. Not even in Japan.

Suddenly you were thrown into the air, your body coming into contact with something that cracked hard, before tumbling over the roof of something made of metal and falling to the street on the other side. Your head cracked against the asphalt and you lost consciousness. Nishinoya stared from the sidewalk, not believing what he’d just seen, but his body was moving before he could come to terms with it, and suddenly you were being cradled in his arms in the middle of the road. “H-H…. HELP! HELP! Someone! Please!!! Call an ambulance! Please!” Nishinoya’s voice strained to be heard, not because he’d yelled too much that day but because his entire body was in panic mode; his throat was closing in on his volume control and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to yell before he was thrown into coughing fits. “Oh my god…. Please, ____, open your eyes… Look at me… Please wake up. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke, not even realizing he’d started crying until after he saw one of his tears fall on your face and trail down your own cheek.

An annoying beeping sound pierced into your conciseness and you felt your spirit reaching out to try to shut it up, but nothing of your physical form moved to stop the beeping. Nothing moved at all. You could hear voices, hear people’s strained and stressed tones; At one point you could have sworn you heard panicked yelling and arguing. You wanted to tell them to shut up. To let you sleep. You were tired, exhausted.

Then suddenly you were filled with pain, every single nerve in your body imploding in on itself before splattering out in multiple instances of fire and burning ash. It got so bad, it felt so terrible, it stabbed your very soul for so long… You thought there was no end to it. Maybe this would be the rest of your life, just pure pain. Nothing but pain and loud voices - what an awful existence. What a terrible way to live. Were you even living anymore? You didn’t feel like you were. What kind of God would allow you to suffer so long while still alive?

Was this hell?

Finally, the beeping became too much to handle, and your eyes flashed open, your lungs inhaling oxygen as if they’d been suffocated for weeks. You blinked a few times, trying to understand what it was you were looking at, what it was you were feeling pulling at the entirety of your body.

You were in a hospital. A bed. You were the patient. It was dim in your room, the rising sun’s orange rays bathing your hospital room in visual fire. There was someone in the room with you, someone leaning their head on the bed, someone sleeping just a few inches from where you’d been. Without moving too much, knowing there’d only be more pain if you did, you looked over to see a boy. Young. High school. Jet black hair falling on his forehead, a blond streak being the only spot of color in all the black. You briefly wondered if he dyed his hair or if it was just a genetic thing. His expression was a mix of anguish and worry, and you wanted to reach out and stroke his face, wanted to stroke his eyebrows smoothed so he didn’t get any wrinkles. His face was too delicate to have something like worry lines marring it.

But you must have moved too much because suddenly his eyes snapped open, staring up at you before widening and his mouth tugging at the corners into a wide smile.

“______! Oh my God! You’re okay! You’re awake!!” He reached forward and wrapped his arms around you as best he could so as not to pull on or mess up any of the equipment you were hooked up to. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need to me to get a nurse?” He asked, his voice showing his relief at your well being, “Oh thank God.” He sighed, pressing his lips to the side of your head and closing his eyes.

You felt awkward, reaching one hand behind him and patting his back soothingly but mechanically. You cleared your throat and he pulled back from you, his eyebrows furrowing again in confusion at your reaction to his affection - his relieved affection at that. “I’m sorry…. This is terribly embarrassing…” You blushed a bit, looking down at the needle in your arm, keeping you hooked to an IV bag just off to the side. “Um… But… Who are you?”

Nishinoya’s eyes dimmed, his heart breaking in his chest.

This was definitely hell.

Oikawa Tooru:

“Tooru! You need to take it easy! You’re going to end up damaging you knee so much you’ll be in a walker by the time you hit 40!” You pleaded with your stubborn boyfriend, watching as he limped over to the front door, grabbing his coat. The two of you had been at this time and time again, always fighting about his safety, his health, his knee. You’d been there for his accident, when his knee had connected so hard with the polished wood during a game you could hear his bones clack together above all the noise of the gym. The doctors deemed it a career ender, something he’d never be able to play with anymore, but Oikawa was…. well, he was Oikawa. Stubborn as hell.

“I’m fine, _____-chan! Nothing a little icy hot won’t fix.” He assured, brushing off your concern once again. You huffed and walked over to stand just behind him, and you could see his shoulders set firmly, He was ready to fight you on this again. Again. And he would continue to fight you on the subject, no matter how stupid he was being or how repetitive it got. “Seriously, _____-chan, you don’t have to worry about me so much~. I’m fine.” He tried to assure you again, but the serious look in your eye gave him chills. “Come on, Iwa-chan is waiting for us with Makki and Mattsun!” While Oikawa was many things, a sweet talker being one of the many skills he possessed, he’d never been able to completely convince you to let go of a subject.

Your hands clenched by your sides, “Tooru.. Seriously…. You only get two knees… One’s already busted really bad and the other… You’re putting too much pressure on your legs by walking around while wounded…” But he only pulled his coat and scarf closer to his neck and chin before walking out of the house in front of you. “Tooru!” You yelled, surprised he’d just ignore you like that and take off without you. You quickly pulled on your shoes and jacket before rushing after him, grabbing his coat and tugging him to a stop, “Why aren’t you letting me help you? That’s all I’m asking of you, Tooru…. Just let me help you. You let everyone lean on you for everything - for games, for support and foundation, for guidance… And as annoying as you are, everything you do is greatly appreciated by those who receive that help…. But that leaves you wide open for your own faults and misleadings…” You tugged his jacket again, “Tooru… Just let me be your support. Let me help you. Lean on me.”

Oikawa froze, his eyes staring ahead of him at the sidewalk on the other side of the road, wanting so badly to just run away from the situation. He rarely let down his guard, rarely pulled down his walls for you to see him as he truly was. But somehow you always found your way in regardless if he was willing or not. You were there. Through everything. From the moment he found out his knee was going to be ruined forever, to now when he’s feeling the ebbing pain of that same knee coursing through his bones. He knew you were right, and he wanted so badly to lean on you for support. But he was scared. Oikawa Tooru, the grand king of Seijoh was nothing more than a scared baby.

Taking a deep breath, Oikawa allowed himself to nod, looking down at his shoes in shame for wanting to run away so easily. He bit his bottom lip and turned his body to be able to see you a bit more clearly, hoping you didn’t see the way tears were starting to brew in his light brown eyes. You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. You’d never wanted to hurt him, never wanted to make him cry, but you had to be rough with him to show him his ways, to show him that he wasn’t alone. Just like in his games, he wasn’t alone off the court. You reached up and stroked his cheek gently, “Don’t cry, Tooru…. I’m here…” You smiled gently, leaning on your toes before kissing a tear away from the corner of his eye before it was able to trail down his cheek.

He sniffled, reaching up and wiping his tears away furiously, “Aw, _____-chan~, you think I was crying? There’s no way~ I’d ever cry in public~.” His voice broke a bit and you giggled at the way his eyes widened just the tiniest in embarrassment. He cleared his throat a bit rougher than usual and took your hand in his, pulling you towards the walkway between the sidewalks of the road, “Come now, _____-chan~ we can grab a knee brace for me before meeting with our wonderful friends!” He reached up again and rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve, his focus being on trying to look good in public… and not on the road he was crossing.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’d reached out and pushed Oikawa out of the way, just barely catching a glimpse of him falling before your body collided with a car running the light you were crossing at. The front bumper hit your legs first, causing your body to crumple into the windshield of the car, creating a spiders web of shattered glass before you were flying over the roof of the car and landing on the hard, wet asphalt of the street. You laid there, barely finding any strength to keep your eyes open, not even being able to feel your body - your mind was shielding you from that pain, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or if you should be panicking at the fact. But you didn’t have much time to think about it before your vision was obscured by soft chestnut hair.

Oikawa was there, his hands shaking as they hovered over your limp body, he leaned his head down to just barely rest against your chest, trying to find a heartbeat. It was there, but it was very faint, weak. He cupped your face in his hands, “______!______! Can you hear me? Please… Oh god…. Please be…. Look at me, _____… Can you see me?” He called to you, the panic in his voice was clearly evident, and the sound of his voice was actually lost to you. There was a deafening ringing in your ears, but you could just make out that he was calling your name, over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer. Oikawa looked up from your fading existence, “Someone! Anyone! Please! Call 911!! Call an ambulance!” He begged, seeing a few people already on the phone with the authorities. The driver of the car had, thankfully, stopped, and was just to the right of Oikawa, waiting to see if he’d be charged with vehicular manslaughter.

He was babbling now, and you just stared at him blankly, almost completely forgetting you’d been hit by a car not but a few second ago. You felt numb, like you weren’t even in your body anymore; Almost as if the force of the car hitting you had caused your spirit to be forcefully removed from your body.

“No…. No! ______! Don’t close your eyes! Look at me! Wake up!” You could feel more than hear Oikawa’s sobs, the jagged breaths felt like something was constricting your chest, his tears falling on your face felt like something was stabbing into your very soul over and over again. Closing your eyes hadn’t been your choice, it’d just happened, and suddenly you weren’t there in the moment anymore.

You didn’t know where you were. There was nothing. Pitch black. In this darkness, you didn’t even have a body, or maybe you did but it was just too dark to see. You felt like you were wandering, as best as you could feel in this void of silence; You were looking for something, something to end this maddening darkness. But there wasn’t anything to look for. Just the void. Never ending. Unforgiving. Unyielding in it’s torment on your mind. You couldn’t remember how you’d gotten there. Couldn’t even remember if there was anything to remember before this. Maybe this is just how your life had been. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. A void. Nothing but the void.

You stopped searching. You stopped looking. Instead…. You allowed the void to envelope you, and pull you further into it’s recesses of complete emptiness.

The feeling of falling caused Oikawa to jump out of his shallow slumber, and he looked around the room quickly before seeing Iwaizumi in the doorway. He looked exhausted. But Oikawa looked worse. He knew.

“…. it’s been…. 4 weeks… Hajime…” Oikawa croaked out, staring at your limp body in the hospital bed, hooked up to all these machines to keep you alive, to breathe for you, to make your heart continue to beat. He sniffled, reaching up and rubbing at the ghost tears, he hadn’t been able to actually cry in 2 weeks - he barely had enough water in his system to pee every day let alone allow himself to produce tears. “Wha…. What if she doesn’t wake up? What am I going to do?” Hesitantly, Oikawa reached out and took your too cold hand in his own, trying to warm it back to a comforting temperature but soon realizing he wouldn’t be able to; his own blood had started to run cold the moment the doctor informed him of your condition.

Iwaizumi felt a knot in his throat, something restraining him from telling his best friend the bad news. Not wanting to break the man even more than he already was. He looked down at the linoleum floor of the hospital room, “I…. I don’t know… Tooru…” He finally got out, taking a deep breath, gathering his strength before he was actually able to look at you. Well, what was once you. “Tooru… Um…” He cleared his throat, and looked away from your hospital bed, looked away from his best friends hopeless love. “T-The doctor told me… What he’d told you… About…. Pulling the plu-“

“NO!” Oikawa yelled, not even looking at Iwaizumi, not daring to take his eyes off your ‘sleeping’ face. “No… Please…. They can’t…. I won’t let them…” He sniffled, his voice becoming thin as his throat closed at the thought of losing you forever. “She’s going to be okay… She’s going to wake up, and she’s going to be alright.” Oikawa sobbed out, feeling his already broken heart shattering even further into tinier pieces than before. “Please… Don’t take her from me…. I love her… I believe in miracles, and if there is a God….. He’d see how much I need her in my life, how much I love her…. How I can’t function without her here with me….” His hands held your one tighter, like he was holding onto a lifeline on the brink of drowning, “Please…. Come back to me, ______.”