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chimielie · 1 year

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girlfriend

summary: Iwaizumi x F!Reader. you might be his girlfriend—but she's his girl.

word count: 2.4k

cw: hurt/comfort. a lot of reader insecurity. fear/mention of emotional cheating but there is none

a/n: this actually fills @akimind's request for my 500 follower event one million years ago but the formatting is tooo hard so. here it is!!! iwaizumi + angst + college au + "that's not what i said." LOVE YOU SORRY HOPE IT HURTS AND IS ALSO ENJOYABLE. <<<<3333333

You didn't mean to fall in love with your boyfriend.

You hadn't gone into this expecting Hajime to become your boyfriend at all, actually. You liked him. Liked how easy it was to be with him. How warm he was when you let your touch linger on him and pretended it was more than a flirty friendship. You hadn't ever predicted it would become so, because Hajime was hung up on his ex-girlfriend.

They'd traveled over oceans to be together, coming to Irvine from the same prefecture in Japan. They had still been together when you met him, her head tucked beneath his chin, his arms wrapped around her waist. Your first thought was "oh, he's beautiful." Your second thought was "they look like they're made for each other." You shoved the first thought deep inside a secret crevice of your brain and stuck out your hand to introduce yourself with a bright smile.

The strain of new adulthood got to them, though, or so you assumed: you were never privy to the gory details of the breakup. They remained friendly, in the same friend group, and it just always seemed obvious to you that they would someday reconcile. It wasn't until two years after their break that you were able to start showing regular, platonic affection to Hajime without feeling like an attempted homewrecker.

It was just before graduation, having dragged him away for a late-night bite to eat so neither of you would starve to death studying for finals, when everything flipped on its head. Your plan to energize the both of you had backfired; you were yawning every other sentence and came close to laying your head on the table before Hajime put his palm down in front of your face.

"Come sit next to me," he'd said, so you maneuvered around into his side of the booth and been promptly pulled into his side. You had looked up at him, murmuring a sleepy question that was more wordless noise than actual English, and that was it. Something you didn't understand softened his gaze, and then he tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips over yours.

It was a perfect first kiss.

In the weeks following it, you had bounced violently between insisting to yourself that he hadn't meant for you to read too far into the kiss and your natural instinct to go after what your heart wanted. And the more he proved that it wasn't a one-off anomaly, that he could kiss you right out of drought into a superbloom, the more you were convinced. Iwaizumi Hajime wouldn't knowingly break your heart.

When Hajime asked you to be official, wildflower bouquet in hand, the lights of the now-empty graduation pavilion shining down on the both of you, you said yes, your whole heart and none of your brain in the matter.

As you entered your apartment hand-in-hand with him, greeting all the friends who had gathered there to celebrate the end of undergraduate school, you remembered that the key modifier in "Iwaizumi Hajime wouldn't knowingly break your heart" was knowingly. He seemed happy enough announcing the development to everyone else, and then she had walked in, carrying a bottle of wine that almost slipped from her grasp when she saw your proximity. He had dropped your hand—just for a second, but it had happened, and then picked it back up like his sentence hadn't died in his mouth at the sight of her.

He'd always gotten a little defensive when people mentioned their relationship, his features shutting down into a blank, tight expression. Though they obviously weren't as close as they had been for most of their lives, they were still both part of your friend group, and he always seemed to laugh just a little harder at her jokes, kept eye contact a little longer, got embarrassed more easily around her. You didn't want to be jealous or insecure or possessive, but it just felt more increasingly obvious that you were a rebound, a cheap, temporary dupe meant to fill in until Hajime realized and returned to the love of his life.

It was hard to be angry at him, though, because you knew with every fiber of your bleeding heart that he wouldn't do this to you on purpose. You knew he thought he cared for you, that he thought he had moved on. He did a good job almost every day coming very close to persuading you of it, enough to keep you from breaking up with him and leaving him behind, but never quite erasing your insecurities for more than a few weeks at a time.

One of the first mornings you woke up in his bed, well rested and sore in all the right places, he was missing. You got up, mourning the softness of his sheets and the scent of him on the pillowcases, and slipped into one of his shirts before leaving his room to explore.

He was cooking, shirtless in the kitchen, and if that wasn't one of the yummiest things you had seen in your life.

"Good morning," you said, leaning against his counter.

"Very," he returned, flipping an egg in the pan. "Looking like that. I think—I mean, it seems like that shirt always gets chosen to be the boyfriend shirt." He had narrowly avoided saying her name, but you had heard it threatening to tumble out of his mouth. You bit back a response, but your smile still dropped, and he spent the next hour making allusive, sorry overtures without either of you actually acknowledging the slip.

You never wore that shirt again. He gave you another one, you accepted it, and life moved on.

Except you had somehow become mired in the past with a relationship that was long over, and without university or a job to distract you—you were starting at the end of September, which felt aeons away—it was eating you alive, especially as Hajime left for a preliminary return trip to Japan.

"Did you hear how Mattsun and Makki greeted him when he landed?" You sit in the car on the way to the airport, packed in with Hajime's ex, successfully hyping yourself up to see him again until she addressed the group.

"Oh, yeah," you laugh. "So funny." You haven't had a conversation with Hajime that had more depth than "how are u? miss u" for the trip's duration. She's your friend, too, though you've never been close, but there's something unbearable about admitting it to her now, when you're so unsure of your relationship's current status. It has to mean something that he was keeping her updated and active in his life, didn't it?

You find solace in knowing that you don't blame her at all. If you could find an ounce of resentment for her in your heart, you would probably have left Hajime by now—isn't that the mark of a truly evil plot-pushing girlfriend?

You cry when you see him again.

"Happy tears," you assure him, and hide your face in his shoulder.

Later, alone in his apartment, you bite your lip when Hajime asks if you want to sleep over.

"Okay, babe, I don't want to pressure you," he says, and you can feel yourself tensing up as he speaks. "But I feel like you've been—off all day. Is everything okay?"

You blanch and focus on the cowlick on the right side of his head, the one that's endeared him so much to you, so you don't have to look him in the eyes. Too much is bubbling up in your throat, your brain thrown into overdrive, and he's staring at you with so much worry in his eyes it's just not right to leave him hanging:

"No."

Hajime makes a noise you don't understand, low in his throat. "Is it because I didn't call enough while I was gone? Because I can explain that, I promise."

"No," you rush to explain. "I don't—it wasn't you, exactly. I've just—ever since we started dating—I think you still love her."

You're picking at your nails, a bad habit you've had since you were small, and he takes your hands in his, smooths his thumbs over the torn cuticles.

"I don't," he says, finally, neutrally, though his face hasn't formed into the cold mask you're used to seeing when she's brought up. "Ever since we started dating?"

"Before," you admit. "I always thought you would get back together. You just seemed so made for each other."

"But we weren't," a little pucker between his eyebrows forms. "So—what did you think when we started dating?"

"When you first kissed me," you say, "I thought maybe it was a one-off. That you wanted something casual. And then it got more serious, and I thought maybe I could just suppress my insecurities until they went away, and I mean, I really thought you liked me."

"I do," his voice grows more agitated, his lips thinning out.

"Yeah, but..." You trail off. "You would do things that made me think, oh, he's just the perfect guy, they just looked so amazing because I was jealous, and then every so often I'd see you interact with her and it wasn't like how we are at all. I know the insecurity is my own fault, that's not on you, but I feel like it's holding both of us back."

"What do you mean holding us back? You don't think you make me happy?" He snaps, and you wince.

"Not like you are with her! Every time she comes in the room you get this look on your face, like you're speechless. Like-like the songs, Haji, I just..."

He lets go of your hands, crosses his arms.

"Do you really think I'd do that to you?"

"No, Haji, I know you'd never cheat. That's why I fell in love with you! You're a good guy, but I don't want you to wake up one day and break both our hearts because she's meant to be your girl and I'm just your fucking girlfriend." Your eyes sting, your chest heaving by the end of the sentence.

"You love me?" He's quieter now, giving you a little more space to breathe.

"What? That's not what I said."

"Yes, it is," he says, a little smile growing at the corners of his mouth, as though he can't control it. "You love me."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand why you're focusing on that," you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. "It's true, I just don't get it."

"Because you make me happier than she ever did," he promises, crowding you up against the counter and motioning for you to jump up to sit on top of it after you can go no further. "I'm weird when she's around because she's my ex, sure, but not because I still want her. It... ended badly. It's a miracle we didn't pull the entire friend group into it, and I never wanted to make her look bad to them, so I'm always trying really hard to look, uh, normal around her. We're on better terms now, but I haven't wanted her in years, honey."

"She knew about what you were doing when I didn't," you mumble, feeling small in the stormy release of emotions. "And she knows so much about you I don't in general."

"We grew up together," Hajime reminds you. "It would have been one of the guys. I know I didn't tell her anything. You can check my call history, my texts."

You shake your head. "I believe you."

"Really?" He arches a brow, and you laugh and push gently at his shoulder.

"Yes, really."

"You know how long I had a crush on you before I did anything about it? I thought you weren't interested, and then you finally started being even more affectionate with me than you were with our other friends, and I took the chance."

"Rookie numbers," you preen under his gaze. "I liked you... pretty much as soon as I met you. But I suppressed it 'cause I didn't want to be a homewrecker."

"You're sweet," he chuckles. "I promise, you have nothing to worry about there. I'm never gonna wake up and not be grateful to see you drooling on my bed."

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," he looks at you fondly, swiping his thumbs under your lower lashes. "You love me, though."

"Oh," your lips part. "And the not calling in Japan?"

He scrunches his nose. "I was trying not to spoil anything. I wanted to, uh, discuss it with you first, but you should know my friends and family are all waiting to embarrass me if I have to turn everything around now."

"Okay? I'll consider your dignity, but I make no promises," you tease. He drops his head to your shoulder for a moment, taking a deep breath, and you wind a hand into his hair, petting him until he straightens.

"So, you know how I have that paid internship opportunity back home?" You nod, not wanting to be reminded. You'll do it for him, but... long distance sucks. "I went to their office and turned it down. I want to go through with my doctorate."

"Oh, that's huge!" You gasp. "That's incredible, I'm so happy for you!"

"So the part that has to do with you is, um," he says, "you're planning to stay here, right?"

"Yeah," you say, "my next step is like a twenty minute commute, thankfully."

"I want to finish my schooling in the States," he tells you, "and then after that, I want to go wherever you go."

"Hajime," you start, but he puts a shaking hand on your knee, and that shuts you up.

"I love you," he says seriously. "It's like I said, okay? You make me happier than anyone else. I know you're the one for me, if you'll have me. If not, I get—"

You grab his face and smash your lips into his, and if that doesn't get the message across? You don't know what will.

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iwas-princess · 1 year

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iwaizumi hajime • wedding bells

“wait- what’s that?”

the question was seemingly harmless, just a simple ask of misunderstanding and curiosity. but to you, it made your heart stop momentarily and you swore that you felt your soul dying and leaving your body to die.

“um, what? what’s what?” you asked, acting as if he wasn’t pointing right at the very obviously titled pinterest board of yours.

you both were snooping through each other’s phones, giggling about dumb photos or apps you both had and creating teasing inside jokes that would become meaningful in your relationship, when suddenly, he found the one thing that slipped your mind when you handed him your open phone— the wedding pinterest board.

you created it the moment you knew you loved him, hand selecting every detail that you desired your big day to include, even going as far as pinning lingerie that you wanted underneath your dress for him to rip off of you at the end of your reception.

it wasn’t unusual for women to go this, you’ve heard of it being a very common interest that most have when in love, so you’ve never felt insecure when showing your female friends or looking at whenever he sent you a text that had your heart bursting late at night— but you knew that men didn’t feel the same.

you’ve seen girls all over social media venting about their boyfriends calling them weird or obsessive when they discovered the ceremony plans, making a reaction of disgust and shattering their romantic girl’s dreams. you were utterly terrified of hajime reacting that way, for your relationship was practically perfect and you didn’t want something so… trivial to get in the way of that.

“this, baby. what’s ‘me n iwa’s wedding’?” a smirk quirked on his lips as he read the title out to you, his chest feeling full and stomach leaping with butterflies as he realized how much you loved him.

the cover photos were of floral arrangements on a long table outdoors, most were shades of both of your favorited colors and beautifully organized set tables. interested, he clicked on the board, ignoring all of your meme collections and driving his attention to your romantic interests.

“nothing!” you defensively answered, snatching your phone out of his hands but he was quick to grab it back.

“baby, c’mon, let me see.” he chuckled, his eyes flicking to your stunned and embarrassed face before retorting back to your phone.

you whined, nervous and humiliated as he carefully inspected each photo, taking in your preferences and custom selections.

most didn’t surprise him, having already known that you would favor certain colors and styles when it came to designs, but some were so gorgeous that he couldn’t believe they existed. your hopes for your wedding were high, leaving impression that he was who you were happy to tell stories of you both to your future grandchildren.

the ceremony matched every photo that was meant for it, proof that you had your little heart set on one idea. it was beautiful, he thought, and just your taste. but what really caught his eye, was the dress.

he could picture it all now, you walking down the isle in your dream dress, holding the bouquet you had already picked out with a smile on your face as he stood at the alter, teary eyed as he watched you make your way to seal forever with a kiss. your throughly thought out wedding was the setting, every detail he just discovered being in his vision.

“iwa, come on. stop it, i’m already embarrassed.” you whined before finally forcefully yanking your phone out of his hand.

he snapped out of his imagination as soon as your phone left his hands, the dress his eyes were trained on disappearing into only your eye sight.

he blinked for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts on what exactly just occurred within a few minutes time.

a blush spread across your cheeks as you watched in horror his stuned expression. this was it, he was going to say something heart wrenching and left you crippled in your bed for days after at his denial.

instead, a smirk spread across his face as he turned to you.

“so, you wanna marry me huh?”

you rolled your eyes, although very embarrassed that the words flew so recklessly in the air. as if it was some big secret that you wanted your long term relationship to turn into a marriage.

“no, i wanna marry your hunky arms.”

he laughed, a genuine rawr of laughter as he crossed his bulky arms over his large chest.

you would be lying if you say that you weren’t looking at the way they bulged out of his hoodie.

“oh, princess. always so obsessed with my arms, aren’t you?” he teased, but his voice was airy and sweet, as if he adored you.

“sure.” you mumbled as you tried not to boost his massive ego too much in one hour.

you both were silent after, you contemplating whether you not you should delete the wedding board or not, while he stared at the floor smiling faint as he thought about how lovely that vision was.

you thought for sure that his silence meant something awful, that he wasn’t as flattered as he seemed to be or that was all he felt of it, flattery. he couldn’t have taken it as serious as you did, you were positive of that. no man did, not even your loving hajime.

the silence was killing you, the uncertainty of what his real reaction was eat you up with each passing moment until you finally couldn’t shut up anymore.

“i know it’s weird, and seems obsessive that i already sort of planned out our wedding. i mean, you haven’t even proposed and we never really spoke about marriage, i don’t why i put as much thought into it as i have been. i’m sorry you found out about it, i’ll delete-“

“i’m gonna marry you.” he disrupted your nervous ramble, although his attention seemed to be on anything but you.

you blinked for a moment, soaking in what exactly he just said.

“i will.” he said, “i’m going to marry you, y/n. and it’s going to look just like that, maybe even better.”

you couldn’t believe it, couldn’t fathom that this was the result of your teasing evening.

“and i’ll propose soon enough, don’t worry your pretty head about that.” he nodded, eyes still trained on the carpet. “but, we will get married eventually. this i promise you, my princess.”

tears welled in your wideded eyes, both shocked and utterly love struck at his confession.

“i-iwa-“ you whispered, emotions advent in your voice before he cut you off once more.

“don’t delete it. keep it. we’re gonna need it in the future. it’s not obsessive or weird, i promise. it’s so fucking adorable and i don’t think i’ve ever been anymore in love with you then i am now. stumbling across that will be the highlight of my whole life until it happens, and even then not even the birth of our possible children would top that.” he was looking at you now, starring kindly at you as tears started to fall down your emotion-ridden face.

he was quick to lean over and place his hands on both sided of your cheeks and wipe the tears away, smiling at you.

“don’t cry, baby.” he cooed. “i love you, and this is everything i want too. you’ll marry my biceps soon, and you’ll never have to worry about going without them.” he teased, sealing it with a wink.

you laughed breathlessly through tears.

“i love you so much, hajime.”

“i love you too, princess, now kiss me.”

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omiomi-kyun · 4 months

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03:14 — all these little things...

IWAIZUMI HAJIME was someone you look up to. He was considerate and knows how to take care of the people around him. Someone that even the teachers can rely on.

He’s an admirable person that you didn't even wonder why he’s always surrounded by people—especially your fellow students.

When you heard that there was an available spot in the volleyball team as a manager, you immediately took off and tried your luck.

But who would've thought that this would take you several hours before actually managing to stand in front of table where the coach and the members were at.

Once you met the gaze of the team's coach, you stood frozen on the spot. You could feel the forming of cold sweat on your forehead, but you tried to remain calm.

“See you tomorrow,” Coach Irihata said before calling the attention of one of the reserve players.

Your body shook before you even managed to respond to what the coach had said.

EVER SINCE THAT DAY, you were able to spend most of your free time with the team. You were there to assist them with menial task, and you were also there to cheer them up after their match with Shiratorizawa.

“We're almost at the end of the line,” Oikawa suddenly said while your friend group was walking you home. “What are your plans?”

“Oi, Oikawa, are you nervous?” Maki joked.

“You're not scared of Ushijima, are you?” Mattsun added while grinning.

“Leave me alone!” Oikawa began before ranting about how much he loathed ‘those geniuses.’

You watched the three of them from behind as they create ruckus in a quiet street. Although it was already nighttime, you weren't that worried to stay behind them.

All thanks to him. Hajime.

“Now that I think about it, have you finally decided the course you'll be taking in college?”

You glanced at him.

“Well, I'm not sure yet,” you responded. “How about you? Will you still be playing in college?”

He looked at you with a smile.

“I think I'm going overseas. I'm not sure though if I'll be playing in a competitive level, but I am sure that I won’t abandon this game.”

“I wonder what would happen to us in the future.” You both look at the three dorks walking ahead of you two. “Especially since that guy who's deadset on following his idol overseas.”

“Hm... I wonder too.”

SEVERAL YEARS LATER, you found yourself in a bar, sitting in a stool while watching the match between Hajime and Oikawa.

As the announcers were introducing the players who might turn the tides during the game, they started to mention some information that touched the sore spots in your team’s heart.

You chuckled while listening to Maki and Yahaba's response.

Who would've thought that Iwaizumi would become the trainer of Japan's National Volleyball Team?

“Ah... you still have that sparkling eyes,” Maki pointed out, making everyone in your group turn to you. “He's been here for awhile now, but you still haven't told him yet?”

“Oh, what's this? Is manager looking at a certain trainer that barely got his own screentime?” Mattsun added with a grin.

“Leave me alone you two.”

You lifted the mug of beer, a poor attempt in hiding your embarrassment.

When did they caught on? You were sure that you were able to hide your feelings towards Hajime for so long. You were keeping yourself in check for years.

So, how...?

“I won't spoil anything, but... I don't think anything could go wrong if you tell him about your feelings.”

You look at Maki who kept his gaze on the screen.

“He's not that dense, you know.”

For some reason, their words started to make sense.

“I-Is that why he's avoiding me?” you asked, looking at Maki, then at Mattsun. “I messed up, didn't I? Oh no...”

Before you know it, you were already on your way back to the hotel where you're staying at with the rest of your friend group.

Maki and Mattsun, feeling guilty and responsible for your drunkenness, decided to stay with you. Making sure that you won't do anything stupid.

“What will I do if Iwaizumi push me away? Should I change everything? My face, my name? But I like my name!”

Unfortunately for them, you were that kind of drunk.

“This is why I told you to stop them from drinking too much.”

You weren't sure if you're tripping, but you could hear his stern voice in your room. You tried to stsy still as you hide underneath the blanket, but Iwaizumi already know where you are.

He also watched you hide underneath the blanket.

“They're a mess when they're this drunk.” Then, you heard him sigh. “Let me get some things. I'll take care of them.”

However, before he could even take a step further, you began to wail.

“Waaaaah! He really hates me now... What should I do? He's leaving me behind...”

You were more than just a mess.

“Hajime don't leave! I don't like you anymore. I... hic... promise...” you shouted while sobbing.

Hajime sighed while shaking his head.

“I'll take care of her,” he told the two before walking towards you.

The mattress near where you were sitting on dipped. With swollen eyes, you looked at him.

“Ha... jime...”

“Silly,” he whispered as he wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his rough fingertips. “I told you to stay sober until after the game, but you didn't listen.”

You look down on your fingers, but Hajime was quick to cup your cheeks and made you meet his gaze.

“You probably don't know how much I like you.”

Your heart flutter.

“From that moment you sheltered those kittens on that rainy afternoon, to the day you started to stay with us through all those ups and downs as our manager...”

Tears began to form in your eyes once again.

“My feelings only grew over the years. Even during those years when I was studying in the US. You were the only one in my heart all these years.”

You started to wipe your own tears, but it seems like your tearducts have no intention of stopping those tears from running down your cheeks.

“I thought I was the only one who felt that way...” you sobbed.

Once again, you heard him chuckled before feeling his warm embrace around you.

“Silly,” he said. “But I love all these little things about you.”

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torubeth · 2 years

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y/n : “i love you”

him : “don’t do this y/n” *looks at you seriously*

y/n : “do what ?”

him : “say ‘i love you’ outta nowhere. can’t help it, my heartbeat’s rising and i get all nervous…”

y/n : “wait- oh. do i make you nervous ? is that it ?” *takes a second and smirks* “i love you! i love you so much baby!”

him : *leaves with his hands covering his ears* “stop! nope, can’t hear a single thing!”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME, TSUKISHIMA KEI, TOORU OIKAWA, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu, Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsurou, NISHINOYA YUU

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calqlate · 10 months

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SUMMARY: You are the side character of someone else's fairytale and you fall in love with the male lead of her story. You think, "Can a side character get their happy ending?", and you hope you can.

PAIRING: iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

GENRE(S): angst (with a happy ending) + pining (one-sided) + second choice syndrome

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used

WC: 4657

MASTERLIST

In all cliché love stories, there would always be a love triangle between the protagonist, the good guy, and the playboy. The protagonist would always choose the bad boy, no matter what, and the good guy would always be there as moral support. That was simply the unspoken 'rule' that posed itself as a trend in all novels.

In your life, you felt that you were definitely not the protagonist. If your life were a movie, you supposed, you would probably be one of those good-natured side characters who appeared in the film from two to four times, maybe even an extra in a story. You know, the kind chef that appeared on page sixteen of the storybook, or the dutiful store assistant who was moving boxes in the back.

Now, you might be wondering who the protagonist was. It was Sawabe Nagi: skinny, fair-skinned, and popular. She was bubbly, well-liked, and beautiful to boot; she was practically born to be the main character. Like the typical protagonist she was, she chose the bad boy, Oikawa Tooru, the dashing heartthrob of Seijoh. The good guy here was then Iwaizumi Hajime, who happened to be the playboy's best friend and childhood friend.

Before the plot was written, the good guy had a backstory with the side character. (Perhaps this story would change the course of the actual story? We would never know.)

You walked into class with your earpieces plugged in as you scrolled through your Instagram feed. As you sat down, you happened to come across a ridiculously hilarious post, something like a text post regarding your favourite band, and you tried so hard not to laugh. The pressure of holding it in was so great that as a result, you snorted out loud. Your eyes widened in surprise and you immediately clapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard it. Unfortunately for you, your desk neighbour Iwaizumi Hajime had heard you, and he threw you a curious glance.

A sudden thought popped into your head: Huh, Iwaizumi really almost never smiles. Almost timidly, you decided to show him the post that had caused your earlier embarrassing outburst. Cautiously, you slid your phone over onto his desk and said, "Look at it."

The tan ravenette looked up at you from your phone, meeting your gaze. You simply tilted your head towards your phone as a response, and he raised an eyebrow at you. He still looked back down at your phone anyway, after angling the device, and looked at the post. Slowly, his lips formed the grace of smile. Shortly after, a chuckle resonated from his throat.

"Seriously, Iwaizumi, you should smile more," you commented casually, pulling your earpieces out of your ears, "It suits you."

"You think so?" Iwaizumi asked, somewhat shyly, handing your phone back to you.

You nodded, taking your phone from him, then tucking it carefully into your blazer pocket.

"I'll give you my number so you can send me more of these, then," he said.

You stopped mid-movement, then you laughed slightly. Very smooth, Iwaizumi, very smooth.

Ever since that day, the two of you would talk, laugh at ridiculous posts either one of you found on the internet or social media, eat lunch, and do usual things friends did. Slowly, through the passage of time, you realised a few small things: how you looked forward to your mini rendezvous during lunch, how you automatically lit up whenever Iwaizumi smiled, laughed, or complimented you, and how you found yourself wanting to know him inside out and as well as the back of your hand.

The final epiphany settled in: through the passage of time, you had undoubtedly fallen in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.

Your world was filled with endless joy, dizzying euphoria, and pure bliss: you would spend the rest of your remaining high school years with Iwaizumi. There was, indeed, a small part of you deep down that was afraid to come clean with him, to tell him how you really felt about him. However, you decided that it was better to keep him in the dark. You would wait for the right time to tell him everything. Your desire could wait.

That was, until he told you that he liked Sawabe Nagi — that was what burst your unknowingly fragile bubble of innocence. It was as though your ideas of your future dreamlike days with him had simply disintegrated into thin air.

However, you decided to put your friendship first before your selfish wants: you put on a brave smile, hid your sadness and slight jealousy, and wished him all the best in courting Sawabe.

You continued to hang out with him, though it pained you knowing that he never felt the same way you did. It was definitely difficult to feign smiles and speak comfortably with him. You had also once considered putting some distance between the both of you, but your better judgement convinced you otherwise as you did not want to dump your pain onto Iwaizumi like that. It would not be fair to him at all.

One day, after an afternoon of rigorous training, you walked out and was heading to the gate when you spotted someone sitting with their head low under the tree, just near the gates. The figure's silhouette was unmistakable to you; it was none other than your spiky-haired deskie.

"Iwaizumi?" you said as you approached him cautiously, watching his every movement with great focus.

"Oh, hey," he said as he glanced up to look at you, smiling slightly as if — no, definitely — trying to hide his earlier gloomy mood, "You're done with practice?"

You noticed that his characteristically mesmerising deep charcoal eyes were rather red and puffy, with dried tears on his face — a seemingly vulnerable look you never thought you would see on his being. A somewhat glassy look was in his eyes, as if he was looking into the fog, desperately searching for something far away.

You knew that you were not that something he was looking for.

"Were you crying?" you asked as you sat down next to him, eyes still on him, not daring to break away for just a breath.

He knew there was not really any point lying about it, for he knew he was easy to read, especially with you since he spent most of his time with you these days, and he nodded in response. He dropped his gaze to his hands, which were balled into fists on his thighs.

"What happened?" you asked, then added hurriedly, "If you don't mind telling me. I won't judge, I swear."

"Sawabe rejected me," he said softly as more tears formed in his eyes, the painful words getting lodged in his throat, "She... she told me she was sorry, that she... likes Oikawa instead."

"I'm... sorry to hear that," you whispered, not really knowing how you should be feeling. A part of you was overjoyed by the thought of Iwaizumi not standing a chance with Sawabe, and another part of you was disgusted at yourself for feeling this way. However, one could not stop the heart for desiring what it wanted.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to envelop him in a hug to console him. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around you in return and gripped onto your uniform tightly, burrowing his face into your shoulder and staining his tears on your blazer. You rubbed small circles on his back to further comfort him, not knowing what else to say but let him cry his heart out and let time soften his sobs.

"It seems like no one'll fall for me," he muttered in self-hate after he could not seem to cry any longer since his throat was getting raw and his tear ducts seemed to run out of tears, then he began to dry his tears and rest his chin on your shoulder as he chuckled dryly, "Not like it's that surprising, really."

"Are you kidding me?" your outburst was incredulous, with you pulling him away from the embrace and staring at him with widened eyes and furrowed brows, "I can't believe you thought so lowly of yourself; I fell in love with you within these two months, you know!"

Once those rambling words left your mouth, you turned red, slapped a hand over your mouth, and bit your lower lip. You began to berate yourself internally, What a wonderful time you chose to confess!

An awkward silence settled between the both of you, and you decided that he was officially disturbed by your sudden (and inappropriate) confession.

"S-Sorry, I should really get going," you muttered, then mumbled a flimsy excuse and dropped your hand to your side, gathered your belongings up, and prepared to leave. You were very much ready to get home to cry, wallow in your misery, and eat a tub full of ice cream.

"Thank you," Iwaizumi said suddenly which caused you to whirl your head at him, a small yet empathetic smile tugging at his lips, "It made my day."

Suddenly, you had this strong urge in you to say something ridiculous that popped up in your head, something that you knew only worked in Korean dramas, not real-life scenarios. However, it was worth a shot, right?

"Listen, Iwaizumi," you said, choosing your words very carefully, "I know this may sound stupid and one-sided, considering how you got... you know." You waved your hand in the air vaguely, not wanting to verbalise what Iwaizumi had been through a couple of hours ago, then continued, "Anyway, I'm sure I can treat you better than her, and I'm sure I can help you get over it."

There was a moment of silence.

Have I gone too far? you thought, fiddling with your thumbs nervously, Maybe I should just tell him to forget what I just said—

His reply cut you off mid-thought, "Then let's date."

"Seriously, [F/N], if you want to look at videos of corgi butts, do so when you're not walking," Iwaizumi sighed as he sat next to the bed which you were currently sitting on in the infirmary.

You, being hooked onto this never-ending list of corgi underside videos a friend had recommended to you, decided it would be a great idea to watch them while walking towards the indoor sports hall. It just so happened you were walking down a rather steep decline while doing so, did not see that you were about to trip over a sizeable pebble, and went tumbling down the hill. Luckily, you were not too high up the hill, so you managed to not sustain any severe injuries other than a twisted ankle. You were even luckier Iwaizumi was nearby, because he had been trying to find Oikawa who seemingly vanished from his classroom ("Probably to flirt with other girls," Iwaizumi would always say with a massive eye roll).

"You really are a good boyfriend, Hajime," you said with a grin as he simply shook his head at you.

It had been about a month since both of you started dating, and you had been trying your best to help Iwaizumi get over his rejection. The first step in your relationship was to address each other by your respective first names (which was your idea). Both of you were a little bit awkward at the initial stage, but soon got over it and became a second nature to the two of you.

"[L/N]? Iwaizumi?"

The curtains separating the both of you from the next bed was swept open by the school nurse, revealing a very pale Sawabe. Her dark hair made a stark comparison to her unhealthily white complexion. To finish off the staggering look, there was a pair of eye bags circling the bottom of her eyes.

Iwaizumi froze in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You immediately noticed this and contemplated whether you should reach over and squeeze his hand gently as a form of reassurance. After all, his hand was now (fortunately) close to yours.

"I guessed it was you guys judging from your voices," Sawabe added with a little laugh (even though no one really asked her).

You did not take the chance and your hand remained glued to your side. Iwaizumi's hand was now drawn back to his side as he stood up.

"Sawabe? What happened to you?" Iwaizumi asked, walking up to her, an even more concerned expression taking over his face compared to the one he had given you, "Where's Trashikawa?"

"Tooru said he was busy and couldn't come, because he said he had some extra volleyball practice he wanted to put in," the brunette replied, "As for me, it isn't anything serious. Just a couple of things went wrong. I'm fine now."

You averted your gaze from the pair, clenching your hands into fists. You knew it was fine for Iwaizumi got get worried over sawabe since they were friends, but you could not help yourself and felt jealous. The way they conversed sounded as though they were dating, which seemed like a punch to your gut.

This also seemed to further highlight your incompetence in the whole point you and Iwaizumi were dating in the first place. Iwaizumi still seemed to hold a special place for his former love after all.

You then knew, I can't hold a candle to Sawabe.

Slowly, you slipped off the bed and limped to the doorway as quickly and quietly as you possibly could. You wanted to leave while you still had some control over your emotions, before it was too late and you started crying and made both a scene and a fool out of yourself.

Iwaizumi never noticed your disappearance, and you never felt your heart ache so badly before.

After practice, you switched your phone on to see a few messages from Iwaizumi. Earlier, you had turned it off after you fled the scene in the infirmary, not wanting to hear anything from Iwaizumi or anyone, really. Since you had busted your ankle, you could not take part in track activities, so you sat by the bleachers and finished up some of your biology homework. In the end, the coach told you to go home and get some rest.

Tentatively, your thumb hovered over his name in your inbox before you finally decided to read his messages.

Hajime: Are you at practice now?

Hajime: Why did you leave so suddenly?

Hajime: I'm sorry, I won't be walking home with you today. I have to walk Sawabe home since Trashikawa is still practicing and no one's home to fetch her.

Hajime: Text me when you get home, okay?

Kissing your teeth, sighing inwardly, and not wanting to answer, you put on some music and shoved your phone into your blazer pocket. Subconsciously, you knew Iwaizumi would still be worried over Sawabe. Your heart twisted in jealousy at this.

When you arrived home, you decided to switch your phone to aeroplane mode to refrain from any distractions while you were revising. The first exam was coming in a month's time; you could not afford to relax. You put on your Spotify playlist meant for effective studying and locked yourself in your room for a solid hour.

After a good hour of revision, you checked the time on the digital clock which stood on your table: 6.45 pm.

The thoughts of Iwaizumi walking Sawabe back home flooded your mind. Did he really move on, or does he still have something for her? Your eyebrows furrowed as your brain spiraled further into confusing thoughts, everything getting tangled in a chaos.

Not wanting to waste any time thinking about it, you buried your face into your arms as you crossed them on your desk, closing your eyes and willing yourself to stop worrying. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

The sound of gentle knocking woke you right up. Rubbing your eyes and blinking, you caught sight of someone at your window, fist to your window panels. You squinted at the rather well-built figure hovering by your window before your eyes widened in recognition.

Iwaizumi?

Quickly, you rushed over (all while limping) and opened the window to let him in. Panic filled your veins as you opened the grilles.

"What are you doing? This is the second floor!" you berated him as he tumbled inside and onto your bedroom floor, "Why didn't you use the front door like a normal human being?"

"N-No one answered when I rang the doorbell, so I decided to climb up instead," he answered, and you noticed he sounded out of breath.

"Why are you breathless?" you asked, "Did you run over or something?"

"Yeah, I ran here since I got worried about you," he answered as he tried to catch his breath after sitting up, watching you carefully, "You left my texts on read and didn't read any of my new ones."

You just let out a soft sigh and said, "Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll get you something to eat."

Iwaizumi helped you down the steps (since you were injured, after all) and to the living room and was told to sit down, only he refused, because he pointed out you were still limping. You did not bother to argue with him and let him follow you.

The two of you then headed to the kitchen to get some biscuits and two glasses of milk, which Iwaizumi insisted on carrying. Both of you headed back to the living room with your snacks and sat comfortably on the sofa, with Iwaizumi balancing the plate of biscuits on his thighs.

After a few moments of hearing the sounds of crunching biscuits, he said, "Hey, let's play a game."

"Alright, fine," you said, reaching for another biscuit, "What do you have in mind?"

"Truth or dare," Iwaizumi replied simply, chewing his biscuit thoughtfully, "Now, truth or dare?"

"Truth," you answered without hesitation, popping the biscuit into your mouth.

"What do you think of our relationship?" he asked, then pointing between both of you, "You know, us."

There was a short moment of deafening silence (not even the prior sounds of biscuit chewing was heard) before you answered with a defeated look in your eyes, "There was never an 'us'."

He raised his eyebrows in curiosity, What do you mean?

"I love you," you proclaimed suddenly, turning your head to meet his gaze heads-on in determination.

No response. He just could not bring himself to say it. The words were lodged in his throat, being barricaded by an unknown force from escaping his lips, which were tightly shut. This silence confirmed your suspicions; this silence was as loud as a lion's deafening roar, an obvious statement of impending heartbreak and goodbyes.

"See?" you said softly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and you immediately looked away, "That's exactly what i mean."

Quickly, you wiped your tears away, put on your best smile, and said, "Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of his phone ringing cut him off.

"Sorry," he mouthed as he took his phone out of his trouser pocket and glanced at the caller ID (he looked somewhat scared, but of what?), then answering, "Hello?"

"Iwaizumi? Could you come back to keep me company?" Sawabe's voice was unmistakable from the other line, causing you to further shrink down in your seat, "I'm kinda afraid of being alone."

"I'm coming over," he answered without missing a beat before ending the call.

You whirled your head over and looked into his eyes, yours full of hurt and sorrow. Though you knew he had probably never genuinely loved you like a true lover from the start, you never expected him to ditch you for someone else, that someone being the previous apple of his eye.

Though, could Sawabe still be counted as 'previous'? Iwaizumi cared about her; he clearly still had her as his number one priority, it seemed.

Your head started to spin with wild thoughts as you watched him place the plate of remaining biscuits on the table: Was he really going to her? did he never get over her? Did he ever see me as his significant other?

"I'm sorry, [F/N]. I really am," Iwaizumi said, a look of sorrow and regrets gracing his face (the very face you came to love), before giving a slight bow and exiting the house.

You sat there, eyes hollow, head silent, heart broken. You did not know what else to think. The only thing you knew was that you were tired. You were tired of chasing someone who had another goal in their eyes. You were tired of trying to be the missing puzzle piece in someone else's life. You were tired of illusionising yourself that the one you truly loved reciprocated your feelings.

In the end, the joke was on you. You were left alone with nothing else, just you and your broken heart that had been shattered into tiny shards that lay around your feet.

In cliché romance movies, the protagonist gets into a messy love triangle and falls in love with the bad boy.

And in this film, you were just a side character who liked the good guy, but never had your love acknowledged.

You walked into class with your earpieces plugged in, muting the unpleasant world that surrounded you. Life still went on even though bad things happen, but you can still angrily say "Fuck you" to the world who bestowed empty promises upon you and wallow in self-pity.

In all retrospect, you had been thinking about how your relationship between you and Iwaizumi had been, and by judging the latest (dramatic) turn of events, it was not going to get far in the long run.

Once you placed your books and materials on your desk, you could hear a muted voice saying through your earpieces, "Good morning."

Though it was faint through the loud dance music you were playing, you still knew the voice's owner. After all, it was the voice you had come to love, too.

"H — Iwaizumi," you said simply as you took out your earpiece, cursing yourself mentally for the slip of your tongue. (You cringed inwardly at your second action following your response; you probably looked way too excited when you heard him call out to you. Bad habits were indeed hard to break.)

"I-I'm really sorry about yesterday," Iwaizumi muttered, looking down at the floor with his hands shoved in his pockets, not daring to meet your gaze on him that you were actually imposing yourself to do.

Without saying a word, you grabbed his hand and led him out of the classroom. Class was not going to start until another thirty minutes or so, anyway. You had more pressing matters at hand to discuss with him rather than something that was going to be forgotten in a few years.

You swiftly pushed past the hordes of students who were either gossiping about Oikawa, talking about a weekend party, or some other useless junk, bringing him to the school rooftop.

The school rooftop seemed like a secret haven: free of students' chatter, free of judgement, free of suffocating criticism.

You let go of him and walked a few steps forward, your back faced towards him.

"Are... you okay?" he asked tentatively. You had never behaved like this before, so this was completely new for him.

Without turning around, you said, "I've been thinking a lot since last night."

You turned around and looked into his eyes, hoping that what you were doing was right. You did not want to say it (you never would if you had the option to), but you wanted to spare yourself from the torture and did not want yourself to do this any longer. After all, it proved that your attempts to get him to move on failed. Love can be such a powerful force.

"Let's break up," you said simply, trying to keep your gaze levelled and not let your emotions take control and ruin this any further.

"What?" Iwaizumi coughed out with widened eyes, a little dumbfounded by this twist of events. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect you to break up with him. After all, you were the one who asked to date in the first place.

"This relationship is one-sided, and it's going nowhere," you stated, "So there's really no point continuing it. It's hurting both of us. Besides, it seems like I didn't help you get over her."

You took a quick and deep breath and continued, "It isn't good for any of us. so, let's break up and spare one another."

Feeling tears sting your eyes, you quickly strode past him, not wanting to let him see you break down. You willed yourself not to cry until you made it past that door back into the campus. It was going so well, too, so why—

Suddenly, you felt a warm and larger hand take hold of your wrist. The same hand pulled you back into someone's arms. It was Iwaizumi, of course, bringing you into his embrace, just like how you had done for him when you found him near the school gates being upset over Sawabe's reveal of her true feelings a month ago.

"You did help me," he said gently, "You're very special to me, and you've brightened my life. You've made me see the world in a different light, a different perspective, and for that, I want to thank you."

That was not exactly what you wanted to hear, but it still made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Before you knew it, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso and you leaned further in, your head pressing into his chest and you could hear his steady heartbeat resembling a siren song.

"If you would give me a second chance, I will tell you those three words one day," Iwaizumi said, with sincerity embedded in his words.

"So you're going to force yourself to love me?" you asked, breaking the embrace and looking up at him with a somewhat offended look, "Because I don't want you to. It's not right to the both of us."

"I'm not," he answered quickly, then explained, "I'm unsure of my feelings as of now, but if you would give me a second chance..."

He reached for your hand, encased it within his larger one, and continued with sincerity in his eyes, "I'm sure I won't hurt you again."

You bit your lip as your heart struggled to make a decision. The rational part of you wanted to refuse and say no, to put an end to this tragic tale. However, the lovesick fool in you convinced you otherwise. A second chance would not hurt anybody, and maybe there would come a day where Iwaizumi would really say those three words you longed to hear with a sincere heart.

"Alright," you stepped forward and squeezed his hands, "I'll wait for you."

"Thank you," he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, warmth spreading throughout his body. Moving on will be difficult, but for you, he was willing to do it and free himself from Sawabe's grasp.

In all cliché romance films, the protagonist gets into a love triangle and chooses the bad boy. The good guy supports them and thinks he is unloved, when there is a minor side character wanting and waiting to be with him, for him to extend his hand and accept their love, but never getting their happy ending.

It seems like, in this romance movie, the side character does get their own happily ever after after all.

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xxmaddyxx · 2 years

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If you went to Iwaizumi's house and he was working out, he would totally use you as a body weight. Like yk that tiktok thing where he holds you on his shoulders and does squats or you sit on his back while he does pushups? yeah he loves to do that, bcs he thinks it makes him look stronger :)

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lyssasdrafts · 2 years

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- when you’re sick / have a headache !

includes: fluff, symptoms of being sick (headache, tiredness, etc), hurt/comfort

note: writing this cause i have a headache currently + i’m a little nervous since i’ve never written for asahi before, he was one of my favs when i started haikyuu so i hope i don’t disappoint

ASAHI AZUMANE

tries cooking the one meal he knows how to, just for you, without causing a mess in the kitchen. tells you that you don’t have to get up and to rest, let him handle things. offers to carry or pick you up everywhere, though you chuckle that you’re fine. also lets you braid his hair for fun (if it’ll help)!!

KITA SHINSUKE

will leave your medicine and cup of water on your nightstand before you even think to ask, calls in sick to your work for you, cooks meals for you; he’s so prepared for this. he likes taking care of you too, and reassures you that you’re never a burden to him. softly smiles at you when you mutter, “hmm… love you,” tiredly before falling asleep next to him.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

sick days with iwaizumi consist of him trying to ‘kiss it better’ as you remind him that, “i don’t wanna get you sick too..”, which he frowns at. it consists of him trying to crack bad jokes that’ll make you laugh and sprinting to the store to buy medicine. you also love using the excuse that you’re sick, so he has to be nice to you. he tries to stay with you at all times, excusing himself with “who else is going to take care of you, dummy?”

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zuzuhasablog · 2 years

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♡ HOW THEY KISS YOU

— haikyuu drabble

CONTAINS : aged up, official relationship, implied short reader, kissing and making out (duh), marking, fluffy, suggestive, me swearing

Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Sakusa, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu, GN!reader, not proofread

Iwa-chan

the type to cradle your face when kissing.

in the moment, his lips touch yours first before his hands reach up to trace your jawline.

and they'll just rest there, maybe his thumbs will trace your cheekbone as well, occasional gentle rubs.

especially when he pulls away to look at your face.

also, maybe if the moment is less passionate, maybe more lead by heat, lust, or anger.

his hands could find peace in the nape of your neck.

maybe he'll run his fingers through your hair that way, it slowly goes up, so he'll be pulling your face toward his

a sloppy kiss, if you will.

playing with your hair should be like a little headcanon, I feel like he does it. [unless there are complications I don't dare to bring up]

every so often, I feel like he pecks

also, I don't find him the type to mark, strangely

I do like the idea of you marking him and then him pulling up to work the next day.

“COACH GOT LAID” or some shit.

this man's would love to be dominated don't tell me otherwise.

like, if you're laying down, things are getting heated, he'd simply pick you up to sit on his stomach..... or lower.

and then you two would make out, your hands in his hair which is surprisingly soft, and his hands kinda reaching down low on your azzeria.

making out is so weird like why do people do—

anyways, since we already have “power top” and “power bottom”, power switch pretty much just sounds fucking stupid, what are they? versatile? [that was supposed to be a joke until I looked it up]

like, bro, just take the initiative when you feel like it, you're not being bossy, tops do it all the time and you like it

Trashykawa-kun

passionate makeout session.

he's the type to put his hands on your fucking waist

that shit would simply kill me.

maybe after making out, he'll kiss your forehead, let his hands rest there for a bit while you to just stare at one another............................ lovingly.

aggressive makeout session.

won't miss the opportunity to grab your ass.

maybe one will be at the small of your back so you don't subconsciously resist.

or at the back of your neck and one just aggressively squeezing your ass while he eats your face or some shit

I like this.

if you're laying down, he'd deffo be on top.

his hands would be a makeshift pillow for you in this case.

also, kisses behind the ear, very sugoi, very swag.

occasional grinding, yes yes.

anyways, if you want to be wholesome with this man, kisses on the side of the head are always there for you

he'd do it any chance he gets

in the middle of a conversation with his friends, you're next to him probably feeling neglected,,

while you're doing something, making a snack, using your phone, watching television

before bed as well

just BAM, kiss.

this kiss is so powerful it can make your bad day just.... a regular day..

it's one of the ways he regularly shows his appreciation for you and your being every moment of everyday.

and with that thought, that instinctual thought to why he does it at random, makes you relax when he does it to calm you down.

also kisses you down low on your hips.

OMI OMI

FUCK. ME.

this man gives the gentlest. kisses. on planet. fucking. earth..

HE'LL KISS YOU FUCKING ANYWHERE, MATE, AND IT INSTANTLY JUST—

like, dude, his kisses are your WEAKNESS.

he could exploit that weakness by making you dismiss an argument.

but he doesn't because that would be seriously unhealthy and you two could instead communicate and resolve your problems like civilized people.

dude. he'd kiss your forehead, your cheeks—maybe do that thing where he just... touches his cheek with yours, because... people do that for some reason.

he gives me old man vibes, so I'm going with it.

he'd kiss around a boo-boo of yours as well.

if you had a cut on your finger, or a scrape on your forearm, he'd kiss your mother. fucking. pulse. like a mother. fucking. gentleman.

and then he'd kiss your lips because you asked.

ALSO, HAND KISSES. HE KISSES YOUR HAND.

not the palm that's fucking disgusting

casual kisses... he doesn't do that, your kisses are nice and pleasurable in the moment, not too common but not in an unhealthy way.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I JUST REMEMBERED JAW KISSES.

If you're in the position, you're laying down on the bed, he just climbs in with you, rests on your stomach, his chin in between your chest, he leans over, he kisses you, trailin down to your jawline, you lift your head and make space for him to kiss t h e r e.

collarbone kisses are elegant, too. he does that, favorite place to mark.

Sunarin

at the edge of your lip kisses.

likes to kiss your anywhere where you got a mole/beauty mark/tattoo/scar.

I feel like making out isn't his thing, but if he does he's fucking awesome at it.

nape kisses. pog.

he'd sneak up to you, wrap his arms around your waist from the back, whisper your name in a sing-songy tone

of course he wouldn't do this in public, intrusive thoughts.

if you're laying down tho, he'd be on top, your hands being pinned on each side of the bed, near your head, his fingers intertwining with yours as he slowly kisses from your rising chest to your plush lips.

ALSO, GAMING POSITION.

he's sitting, staring into his pc as he focuses on his game

you randomly go to sit on his lap for whatever reason you think you should do it.

he looks at you for a moment then back at the screen to pause.

placing the controller down on the table behind you to indicate full attention.

he's all yours.

he knows full well what you're demanding rn tho.

his hands are on your fucking ARMS when he kisses you

just rubbing, up and down, and then they go to your back

to your neck.

and then right there, just below your jawline his thumbs rest.

'Sumu

he's groping you as well.

we have passionate tsumu : grabbing your ass.

aggressive 'tsumu : grabbing your ass.

and casual 'tsumu : kissing collarbone.

collarbone is life.

sometimes he'd kiss, like, in the chest as well.

like, in there, in your shirt, he'd be digging to kiss the top of your chest.

anyways, groping your ass passionately, he'd be using both hands, and very gentle.

bro, I just realized his hands just be fucking huge.

anyways, if you're on a bed, he'd be the type to pin you down as your making out.

nothing better than a dom who's good at dominating being dominated by someone who's good at dominatin'

being aggressive with 'tsumu must be......... yeah.

he's most likely be holding you anywhere to put you in place, your arms, your waist, the back of your neck/head, and off course :

your ass.

I don't know, it's, like, his favorite thing.

he would sleep on it probably if it's even soft enough

also, back to the collarbone.

just like oikawa, he'd randomly stuff his face in your shoulder or something, give you a good sniff before kissing the spot.

'tsumu has two moods :

ass.

sometimes whenever he'd simultaneously be on both, you'd be on a field trip.

'Samu

with your first kiss, one of his hands rested on your shoulder, and the other the back of your head.

kind of possessive, but gentle in a sense.

I also feel like he's an underboob type of guy.

and just like sakusa :

a mother. fucking. gentleman.

gently pecks you anywhere convenient anytime.

had a phase where he'd peck the tip of your nose.

he thought it was cute but stopped when you told him it tickled.

but after while you encouraged him to do it again

and not it's his thing.

instead of kissing your forehead when you fall asleep, he kisses your nose

whispers a soft “I love you” to your ear before retreating to rest himself

unlike sakusa, however, he isn't afraid to kiss the palm of your hand.

but he also kisses the inside of your wrist, it's literally the best thing a person could do.

not me falling asleep near the end and waking up to this

also kisses your abdomen, I can see that, very much, yes.

isn't afraid to kiss the top of your head tho

while teaching you how to cook, his arms around your waist, quietly instructing you this and that

if you're frustrated or doing well, he'd kiss the top of your head

reassuring or reward, it works either way

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alynomali · 2 years

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Doubts - Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader (fluff)

warning : none

words : 2.6k

Three days after he lost the match against karasuno, Iwaizumi still hasn’t seen you. You were not at class and You weren’t even there at the end of the match. A part of him was relieved when a friend of you, that he recognized, approached him and said that you couldn’t come because you were sick. But the other part of him felt this uneasiness that maybe… just maybe…

(Flashback the day after the match)

“Stop thinking like that Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said to his bestfriend while on their way back to school ground after the match. It was a peaceful afternoon, everyone was asleep, tired after the match. Only the low hum of the bus machine can be heard, of course Oikawa couldn’t bring himself to sleep, and so did Iwaizumi. But their minds were on different things. Iwaizumi is not the type to say out loud his emotions, but he does open to his bestfriend. In a time like this where no one could see him being so weak for a certain human being, he proceed to talk to the man sitting beside him.

“How am I supposed to not think like that? We haven’t seen eachother a lot these past few weeks because I was so focused on the match,”

“And your point is..?” Oikawa raised a brow.

Iwaizumi doesn’t want to look like someone from a soap opera but here he is “Maybe she’s done with me?”

Oikawa went ‘pfft’ and laughed, “I never thought that you’re going to be the kind of guy that talks about your girlfriend cheating like this haha!, heck I never even thought that you’d get a girlfriend”

“Oikawa this is serious!” Iwaizumi shout whisper at his bestfriend, careful to not wake everybody up with his usually loud voice

“Well what are you so serious about?! I know that she loves you okay, she has been talking to me about you since the second year of junior high! And that she began to fell for you because of how you shine whenever you play volleyball. And are you telling me that now she left you because you play too much volleyball??”

“It’s possible!” Iwaizumi frowned then sighed. He then leans back to his seat, “.. I saw her with her friends a while ago, they were talking about… me” Oikawa ears perked up.

Iwaizumi just got out of his class after finishing his after class duties. He pull out his phone to text you a short message saying that he will be out practicing, and you would probably replied with your usual “Goodluck!”. But before he could do that, he heard a faint sound.. of you.

He stopped his track to see that he is standing in front of your classroom. The door was slightly open so he could hear that you were with your group of friends, talking inside. And he really wants to stay and hear

“Hey.. these days I haven’t seen Iwaizumi-kun around.”

He could sense the smile on your face as you replied “Yeah, he’s busy preparing for the upcoming match. This is important to him after all.”

“But aren’t you important too?”

One of them sighed “I swear all of these boys, they don’t have any sense of responsibility for the relationship! They are always so focused on what they’re doing!”

Now there’s like a tight rope circling Iwaizumi’s throat, making him unable to breathe. He doesn’t want to hear what you replied, it would to too painful to directly hear that you talk bad about him behind his back. So Iwaizumi decide to just go. And since then, their communications began to fall off

Oikawa tapped his chin and hummed, “ I think it’s best to just confront her directly”

That was Oikawa’s only reply.

And now Iwaizumi is faced with another big problem. You don’t come to class, and you don’t reply to any of his messages. This only makes him even more sure that you are done with him! Iwaizumi then forced himself to think, to not easily get blinded by his emotions. Yes her classmates already said that she is sick. But why isn’t she answering any of his text?! Just how sick is she?

“Why don’t you go and check her? Go to her house,” Yuda finally said something. Being Iwaizumi’s teammate and classmate, he is one of the person that sort of understand his problems (besides Oikawa)

“I can’t just go to her house unanncounced! She hadn’t even answered my texts since three days ago!”

“Hmm, don’t u have her parents number? You have met them right?”

“Yes.. but I never contacted them.. Aren’t your girlfriends’ parents sort of intimidating?”

Yuda snickered “Yeah you’re right. But it’s better than nothing. I mean, you told me that her parents are nice?”

“Yeah but.. I just don’t want to be seen as a rude person..” Iwaizumi dropped his face to his desk. Too overwhelmed with his emotions.

“You know, you look real funny right now. I never expect the Iwaizumi Hajime would get this worked up over a girl.” Yuda scoffed towards Iwaizumi.

With his head against his desk, Iwaizumi calmed himself down, after a few seconds he stood up and slung his bag to his shoulder, “Okay I’ll go”

Yuda snickered “Good luck!”

It always feels weird to not go straight to the gym after his retirement. But today, he has something important to do. Iwaizumi had been looking at your mother’s contact number on his phone for quite a while before taking a deep breath and finally dialed the number.

He waited for a few seconds before a cheerful voice similar to yours picks up, “Hajime-kun?? It’s been a while!”

Iwaizumi stiffen a bit but he tried to loose up, “Um yeah hello L/N-san.. it has been a while..”

“When are you coming to visit again?? Now I can make your favourite food y’know!”

Iwaizumi smiled and her kind gestures “Ah yes about that, I am actually going to visit now. Because.. Y/N is sick? I haven’t seen her around”

“Oh yes about that… yes she is very sick. Then please do come Hajime-kun, I’m sure Y/N would be very happy to have you here”

Iwaizumi’s smile grew wider, “I’m on my way then, thankyou L/N-san”

Iwaizumi knocked the wooden door to Y/N’s house. He nervously stand there, clenching and unclenching his palm. After a few seconds, the door opens revealing Y/N’s mother whom he only met twice.

“Hajime-kunnn! It’s been a long time!” her mother has the same energy as Y/N, “Come in come in!” She opens the door wider and Iwaizumi nervously walks in. “Pardon the intrusion…”

“Y/N is upstairs still sleeping, but she probably wakes up soon. You should go upstairs, it’s the room next to the stairs,” said miss L/N still with a bright tone.

Iwaizumi stiffen when she mentioned her room, he never went there. “Um.. it’s okay I’ll just wait until she wakes up…” he was about to sit on the couch when miss L/N stopped him.

“Geez why are you so nervous! You two have been dating for almost two years right?? It’s okay for you to go to her room then”

“But-“

She shoved a tray with a bowl of porridge and a glass of water on it to Iwaizumi “Here! Bring this to her too while you’re at it.” Then she went back to the kitchen, leaving Iwaizumi just standing there.

Iwaizumi sighed and went upstairs to her bedroom. Quietly taking a step and slowly opens the door. The room was dark so he turn on the lights. And there she was. The one human that got him into overthinking mode for the past week. Y/N is sleeping there comfortably with a blanket covering up until her chin and a fever patch on her forehead. Iwaizumi smiled at her sight. He slowly closed the door and put the tray of food on the small table beside her bed. He stood beside her for a second, admiring her figure before taking a seat on the floor so that his eye can be at the same level as her face.

Her usually smiley face and playful eyes are nowhere to be found. She looks tired even in her sleep. Guess she really is sick. Iwaizumi brought his hand up to move some hair on her face to get a better look on her face. She really is very pretty.

After quite a while sleeping, Y/N’s senses finally starting to return to her. She smelled something delicious so her eyes starts to flutter open. She saw the tray of food but the one that really caught her eyes was someone’s spiky brunette hair. She blinked for a second to get her vision cleared. Iwaizumi felt a movement on her bed so he looked back “Oh, hi you’re awake.”

Y/N went still for a second before immediately sitting up straight with her mouth agape “Ha-Hajime?!” y/n immediately cough after that. Iwaizumi is quick to hand you a glass of water and after you cough subsided, you just stared at him “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my texts and calls so I decide to just let myself in.” Iwaizumi said with a blank face.

Your shoulders dropped, “Sorry…”

“But I’m glad that you’re really sick,” y/n’s brow quirks up in an unreadable expression. “I thought you were lying to me. Saying that you were sick but turns out you were just avoiding me.”

y/n’s mouth went agape in disbelief “why would you think that?”

Iwaizumi stared at you and then dropped his eyes to look at his fidgeting fingers, “Because I’m the one who avoided you first…”

Y/n went silent for a few seconds, “Come on, let me eat first and then we can continue this talk” y/n never really liked tense atmosphere. Especially if it’s between her and Iwaizumi. So she tried her best to brighten the tone of her voice and let herself enjoy the food.

“I’m sorry Hajime, I know I should’ve at least texted you once but I was really sick I couldn’t even stay awake for more than an hour,” y/n said with a smile and mouth full of porridge. ‘Cute’ he thinks.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad that you’re now okay.. and I can see you..” Iwaizumi gave her a soft smile.

y/n returned his smile and continue eating her porridge. They just sat there in silence, enjoying each others’ company. After a few weeks, finaly.

“Ah! That was delicious. I feel like I’ve gotten so much better~”

Iwaizumi set the empty bowl and glass aside and sitting up straight, staring at her, “I’m sorry for avoiding you…”

“Yeah well, I kinda felt like you were avoiding me. Why is that?”

Iwaizumi fidgets again, “I overheard you… and your friends were talking about me..” y/n eyes widen upon hearing that. But she let him speak.

“I’m sorry If I’m too busy with volleyball.. I’m sorry if you feel like you were being left out. My matches are important, but you’re also important for me.. i-“ Iwaizumi took a deep breath, “I love you so much… I may not good at expressing it but I do..”

“Hajime…” y/n started, “I fell in love with you because of how you shined whenever you play volleyball. I liked your big smile whenever you won a game. Because of that, I want to know you more. I want to directly cheer on you, I want to see more of your smile. And I want to comfort you whenever you feel down,” y/n took a second to look at his expression, “So… it’s weird for me to tell you not to play volleyball because I want your attention….”

“I want to always see you shine when you play volleyball.. so if things ever doesn’t work out between us, I will be the one who go. But I wont take away what you love doing..” y/n smiled at her words. Before she knew it, Iwaizumi tackled her into a hug.

“Please don’t say that…” Iwaizumi’s voice is a mere whisper, “Though I can’t deny that yes I will probably choose volleyball..” y/n let out a laugh.

“But still! I really like you too, so I’m not letting you go that easily! I want you to know that…” Iwaizumi buried his face on the nape of your neck.

y/n smiled sweetly, “I’m not letting you go that easily too, Hajime~”

Iwaizumi let go of you to look at your face, “Are we good?”

y/n nodded, “about my friends, I’m sorry about them. I’ll tell them off”

the both of them spend the rest of the time just talking, catching up on one another, though it’s mostly Iwaizumi who got the most to tell. After a while the talking subsided and now y/n and Iwaizumi just lean of each other, enjoying the others’ presence.

“I should go back, it’s almost late,” Iwaizumi breaks the silence.

Iwaizumi swore he saw her face expression shifted for a split second, but she replied with a smile “Yeah, I should get some rest too..”

Iwaizumi stares at y/n for a good ten seconds before leaning in to capture her lips in his, the soft pair of lips on hers that she longed after weeks of not seeing each other, “rest well, I see you at school.��

y/n smiled and waved at him before tucking herself back to bed. Iwaizumi brought the tray of food with him before exiting her bedroom. He quietly steps down on the stairs and saw that y/n’s mother is watching TV, probably waiting for the both of them to finish.

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” Iwaizumi said, y/n’s mother turned at the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice “It’s alright Hajime-kun! Just leave the tray there.

“No! it’s okay, I’ll wash these, it wont take long,” Iwaizumi laughed sheepishly.

y/n’s mother smiled at his kind gestures. For a few minutes only the sounds of the bowl and glass clanking as Iwaizumi washed them that can be heard. But then y/n’s mother voice startled him, “Did the two of you had a fight?”

Iwaizumi turned off the water, “No, we are not fighting.”

“But I haven’t seen you in quite a while Hajime-kun, did something happen?”

“Ah yeah, I got busy with practice. I guess I kinda left her out.”

Y/n’s mother smiled, “That is sort of a fight.”

“Yeah but y/n is so nice, I didn’t feel like it was a fight,” Iwaizumi laughed.

“You are a nice boy too Hajime-kun, thankyou for being with her. I wish she could just marry to you~”

Iwaizumi went tense and his face turned beet red. The thought of marriage terrifies him but also excites him, “Yeah I hope we can stay for that long.”

Y/N mother sighed, “she may seems like a strong willed girl, and that she is not bothered by anything. But the truth is she is quite fragile with her emotions, a lot of things bothered her. But she choose to just see what matters most in front of her.”

“She was actually feeling quite down when you were busy, and not see her for a while.”

“Really?!” a pang of guilt just hit him.

“Well, I don’t actually asked her but it’s a mothers’ instinct yknow!”

“I see..”

“Thankyou again Hajime-kun, come visit again next time~!” Iwaizumi bowed at Y/N’s mother and bid her farewell. He exits her house and begin to walked back to his home. He pulls out his phone to check on the calendar and then smiled to himself. He found just the perfect date to make up for all his loss.

It’s their 2 years anniversary this Saturday.

a/n : i’m sorry if this story is kind weird aahshgj, i made this while i was bored in class, plus my english writing skill is not that good... anyway i hope you guys enjoy!

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bacchira · 2 years

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pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

a/n: part 2 of 3 of my birthday present for the lovely @tenkoushimura <3 posting this now, so it’ll be up when you wake up :* happy birthday, darling <3

word count: 961

summary: Building a blanket fort and cuddling inside, turns out to be kind of romantic, even between two best friends.

For quite a while now, you’d been feeling this strong desire to build a blanket fort and allow yourself to get in touch with your childish side. Allow yourself to just hang out and relax. And this obviously you’d been bugging Iwaizumi to build it with you, because who would be better to do it with, than your best friend? Your best friend whom you did have a crush on, but never allowed yourself to act on, because having him as your best friend was already all that you felt like you could wish for.

However at first, he didn’t budge. He simply refused every time you brought it up. But with your birthday coming up, you had a plan. Because how was he going to refuse you when you told him that you wanted to build one as your birthday present? That’s right. He wouldn’t. What you didn’t know though, was that he had his own plans.

“You want to build a blanket fort?” He simply asked you, when he came over to spend the day with you on your birthday. For a moment you just stared at him as your heart did a little flip flop, that he’d decided to give in on his own. Then you nodded at his request.

“Yes, please!”

Building a blanket fort with Iwaizumi was definitely one of the best ways you could’ve spent your birthday, and he also seemed to enjoy himself quite a lot, for someone who’d been holding off for so long. But yet here you were. Huddled together inside of the best blanket fort you’d ever built; complete with fairy lights, pillows and snacks that Iwaizumi had conveniently brought along. Oh and obviously a computer for you to watch a movie on together.

“This actually feels kind of romantic, doesn’t it?” Iwaizumi didn’t even look up from the movie as he spoke, but you could feel your stomach fluttering at his words and your face heat up as you looked over at him.

“I— I guess,” you said, cursing yourself for stuttering. Clearing your throat, you tried again to clarify, hoping not to be found out. “I mean it would be. If, you know, we weren’t just best friends of course.” This made him look up from the movie and turn to face you entirely. He studied your face in the dim lights, and to you it felt like he was looking straight into your head and picking each and every little thread, following them to make a complete picture. Although his gaze was scrutinizing, it was the words he spoke that truly had you reeling.

“Are we really just best friends?”

“Wh—What do you mean?” That cursed stammer that betrayed your rush to search for the right words. betrayed your nerves. Being around Iwaizumi had always been easy, even when you’d realized your crush on him and hid it from him for so long. Being around him was simple and comfortable. Always had been, but something about the atmosphere and the intimacy under the fairy lights, tightly squished together, had turned you into a nervous mess.

“I mean,” he said and leaned in slightly. “That we’re not just friends, and you know it just as well as I. We’re more than that, are we not?” Iwaizumi drew back then. Eyes still searching your face, yet picking up on both the your lips pressed together, the heat of your face and your hands fidgeting with the duvet. “Unless I’ve read it all wrong. I’ve read it all wrong haven’t I? Shit I’m sorry, I’ll—“

“Hajime.” Putting one of your slightly trembling hands on his arm, Iwaizumi stopped mid sentence. “You— you haven’t. I think.”

“You think? What does that mean?” His voice was soft. Hopeful as his gaze fixed on your hand against his skin. The tenderness of his entire presence and the admission of his words gave you courage to speak clearly. Or at least try to.

“I don’t think I actually realized, but…” you swallowed and felt yourself involuntarily squeezing his arm, even searching for his calm influence on you, even at a time like this. “I do like you though. Like… more than a best friend.” You’d finally admitted to your feelings, and despite it all, you still feared to be met with rejection. You didn’t. Instead, Iwaizumi settled down entirely, shifting and opening his arms to pull you in. All the way in and you felt yourself cuddle up against his chest as he urged you even closer if possible by wrapping his arms around you.

“I— I hope you like your present then,” Iwaizumi said against the top of your head.

“I did! Getting to spend time with you and building a fort together was—“

“Oh but that’s not your actual present,” Iwaizumi cut you off, and having known him for so long, you could hear the smile on his lips. You turned your head to look up at him as he opened his mouth to speak again. “This is,” he said as a means of clarification. Then he put a hand on your chin, tilting your head a bit further back, before leaning down to capture your lips with his own. Your lips moved together and you could feel yourself melting into your best friend. Or maybe he’d be something different after today.

“Yeah. I definitely liked my gift,” you said to him when the two of you broke apart for air. Kissing Iwaizumi felt almost dizzying. Intoxicating.

“Then it’s a good thing I’ve got more to spare,” Iwaizumi said with his usual confidence back in place as he pulled you back in for another kiss. For another, more persistent and demanding kiss, that was exactly what you’d imagined kissing him would feel like.

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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“Do you remember when your ex dumped you back in second year and you came over to my house crying?”

Hajime nearly combusts in your lap with how hot his face became, a deep flush of scarlet making its presence known. Poor thing had been scrolling on his phone with his head resting on your thighs, almost dozing off from the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair.

“First of all, I’d just like to let you know that I hated the way you started this conversation,” He scowls, emerald eyes flicking up to your curious face from his phone. “Secondly, what’s the point of your question?”

“Well I just realized that I never really knew why you two broke up, and I kinda want to know.”

Instantly, Hajime rolls his eyes before sitting up, his large hand pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know… does it matter? It was years ago, why do you think about them?”

“Well you know about my hookups!”

“Babe, we’ve all made out with Mattsun, I’ve told you it doesn’t count-“

“You all WHAT?”

“I thought that was common knowledge,” he shrugs. You blink at him, eyes wide before one brow quirks in confusion, “uhm. We’ll come back to that. Now, about that ex-“

“Please don’t make me say it,” he whines, resting his elbows on his knees and face burying in his hands. His ears are bright red, flushed to the point where you’re sure it’s hot to the touch, but when he responds like that, you’re almost determined to make him answer, no matter how much of a bully you’re being.

“Okay, you can’t respond like that and expect me not to be curious,” you snort, your arms tossing around his hunched frame. “C‘mon Haji,” you purr, nudging the bit of his cheek with your nose. “It’s just me, babe. You know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“We’ve lived together for two years, you’ve come in the bathroom to floss you’re teeth while I’m pooping, you let me pop blackheads on your nose on facetime with your friends, but this is embarrassing?”

“Well it was, but now I’m questioning this entire situation.”

You roll your eyes, “you fucking love me.” Then, you smile and bounce on your haunches, “tell me! You can trust me! Besides, you already know I’m going to ask tooru anyways, so you may as well-”

“Jesus fuck, alright,” he growls, but his grumpiness quickly turns less threatening when your arms toss around his shoulders and you plant a kiss to his cheek. He gives you a sigh and rubs his eyes.

“So… my ex and I were each other’s like. First serious relationship,” he begins, and he absolutely hates how invested you already look. “I mean, we were together for nine months, it was the first time someone wanted to know me and not just to get closer to Tooru.”

The idea of that makes you pout slightly; in your own dating, you’d never had thought about people using him to get closer to Oikawa, you’d always known you wanted him. You nod and bring your hand up to card his thick locks, something he’d always found comfort in.

You also remember how heart broken you were when you'd seen and heard that they were together. How Hanamaki tried relentlessly to cheer you up, build you back up, and how guilty you felt for not being happy for your friend. You'd been there first to want him and not Tooru, but it was in vain.

Besides, you were together now; in your head, there's no reason why he should be nervous to tell you.

He angles his head into your touch, "and... and they were good to me! They trusted me and they appreciated all I would do, and at the end of the day, they were the ones who I always could turn to."

"Hey! You could've turned to me!"

"This isn't about you," he scolds playfully. "Anyways. They loved me until the end, and if I didn't ruin shit, we may have still been together."

"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel insecure at all," you grumble.

He furrows his brows, but it’s offset with a smirk, "if you'd let me talk and finish the story, you wouldn't have to feel insecure."

You stay quiet again. He rolls his eyes and pinches the brim of his nose, "then... do you remember Hanamaki's party for going into third year?"

"Yeah." It was a party you'd remembered being fine until Oikawa had to drive a sickened Hajime home, and you'd blown up his phone in worry. Hanamaki called you obsessive. You put a thumbtack in his sneaker.

"Right... so," he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "So we kinda... snuck away to be alone and use those stupid lovers affirmations and... and then things got touchy and kissy and-"

"Gagging."

"Interrupting again," he snips before composing himself again. Now, he's really starting to fidget, and you're starting to have an uneasy feeling about it. "And we started kissing and out hands started to wander and..." he pauses and looks at you, half expecting you to interrupt, but at the sight of you completely immersed, he grimaces.

“And… and they moaned my name… and then, when I was uhm… I was supposed to moan theirs…”

“Oh my god, did you moan Oikawa’s?” You gasp, already falling to a fit of laughter from your anxiety. It was a common joke in the group that Tooru and Hajime were secretly together but dated others so they wouldn’t seem suspicious, but to think it could be true caused you to absolutely cackle. “No wonder they dumped you!I can see it now! Just a soft little t-tooru-“

“Fuck off, I moaned your name, asshole.”

Your laughter stopped immediately, your face dropping to one of absolute surprise. The smugness that dripped from your tone now seems to reside in his, and he smirks softly as he crosses his arms.

“Not so funny now, is it?”

“You… you said my name?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. He adverts his gaze and tries to fight the blush splaying on his face, “I’ve wanted you since the beginning.”

“Why did you never like… try?”

“I thought you liked Oikawa.”

“Why would you think I like Oikawa!”

“You spent so much time with him!”

“Because I was too shy to be near you, stupid!”

The both of your chests heave at your confessions, before you break the silence with a few breathy giggles.

"Fuck, man," you chuckle, curling your frame into his side. "We truly were so dumb."

"You don't know how hard Oikawa tried to convince me to confess to you."

"Same!" You say, beaming. "I always told him there was no shot you would've had feelings for me."

He doesn't admit it, but you know Hajime had a similar experience with his friend. The silence falls much more comfortable than it had been before, and with your attention turned back to the TV, you flick your gaze back briefly when you feel Hajime reach for his phone. "Whatcha doin'?"

He smirks, "gonna text Oikawa that I just realized you had a crush on me in high school."

You snort, "you're evil. You trying to give him an aneurism?"

"Maybe."

You pause. Then you paw for your own phone to text the same victim.

Might as well make him bitter, together.

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chimielie · 6 months

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cw: a lot of discussion of suggestive / nsfw topics, no actual nsfw, nonsense

related to this but can be read standalone

Hajime thinks he’s getting the hang of this.

Yeah, you’re annoying, much touchier than usual, wearing clothing entirely unsuitable for early November, trying to get him to snap, but it’s been manageable. Only a couple of times he’s had to rip himself away from you before things went any further than he trusted himself to go.

He’s rediscovered the simple pleasure of making out like teenagers, keeping all your clothes on and varying your paces. Just spending hours breathing each other in and kissing slow.

He might even—might—add that there seems to be a kind of emotional benefit to this weird mandated sex break. It lets the both of you talk about your desires with literally no expectation and a lighthearted, joking air that eases Hajime’s intense inclinations exponentially. It’s not something that either of you would ever want to do any longer than you have to or even next year (you’ve been very clear that you see it as some sort of strange extended foreplay, on your end), but its been… better than he’d thought, in some ways.

In some ways it was still hell.

Still, as the days pass and he doesn’t die of blue balls, he starts to figure that this whole challenge might be really doable.

Hajime lies in bed with you, eyes half-shut as the both of you wind down for the evening with your new routine.

Your lips are soft against his, his left hand cupping the back of your neck, the other rubbing slow, light circles into your back. It’s gentle, sweet kissing, not the frantic and heated interaction of more carnal relations. It makes Hajime feel—

His fingertips are buzzing where they touch you, strings playing in his head, his head fuzzy with your scent. Content, like he could stay here forever.

You push yourself up on your elbows suddenly, smoothly, and settle your weight more heavily on his stomach, your knees squeezing his sides. Your pupils are dilated but your gaze is tender, and he can almost feel rose-colored glasses sliding over his face as he stares up at you.

“I’m in love with you,” you say, voice low and throaty from long minutes spent exploring his mouth slowly, excruciatingly so, like you hadn’t since the first months you’d been dating.

Hajime moans.

Loudly and unmistakably and completely involuntarily.

He sits up immediately, pitching you off of him as you collapse in a heap of giggles. His face is burning, he can feel it, but your laughter is surrounding him like a too-deep featherbed.

“I think,” you can hardly breathe, let alone speak through your mirth. He’d throttle you but that would only make things worse right now. “I think you just failed No Nut November.”

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iwaizumi hajime • my pride and joy

genre: fluff/suggestive

“babe, should we bring the watermelon or beer?” hajime called from the kitchen. his eyes were fixated on the brand new bottle of wine in his hands as he read the label curiously, a crease forming between his brows and a frown on his lips giving away his current emotion.

“um, i think kawa is going to bring the watermelons.” you answered as you entered the room after getting ready in the bedroom. “wait, no- matsukawa is.”

“so beer it is.” he sighed before settling the bottle into the open tote bag on the counter, his attention having yet to travel on you ever since you walked in.

“sorry.” you apologetically mumbled, watching his back muscles contort briefly when he set the wine down.

your prideful older brother, toru, was hosting a celebratory cookout in honor of his departure to argentina next week, gathering everyone he had ever met in his luxurious backyard this evening.

you were already practically sick that he would be so far away from you for a pretty large period of time, and this crowded get together didn’t help calm your nerves. if you weren’t dating his best friend, you easily could have gotten away with not attending and rescheduling with him in the morning to go out for lunch instead. but, iwaizumi persisted that you both go, reasoning that it would ‘matter more in the future’ and ‘you’re his favorite person, you have to go’. it was pathetic how well you listened to him, you decided.

his breath hitched as he turned around and caught sight of you, suddenly feeling anxious for the following few hours with you and two hundred other people. hajime always knew you were gorgeous, even as a child, but it never failed to take his breath away at how well you cleaned up.

“hey, sexy.” he mumbled under his breath before cockily leaning against the marble counter and shamelessly checking you out.

your cheeks heated at his attention, his predatory gaze and sly smirk making your sundress feel suddenly tight. you knew it was one of his favorites, but had faith that he would try to keep it together just for today— even at home. but, obviously you were too hopeful because now he’s practically drooling on his shirt.

“haji, wait until we get home before you start flirting. you’re only going to work yourself up with no relief.”

he groaned like a angsty teenager, throwing his head back dramatically at your denial. he understood why, of course, given that you both were staying at oikawa’s until the later when party had ended, but he still found himself slightly disappointed. it would be hours until you arrived home, hours of other people gawking at you while trying to hide from hajime’s view to avoid getting killed and he really wasn’t in the mood to watch you cry as he and toru argued over a ruined party.

since childhood, iwaizumi had been scarily protective of you, even more so than your own brother. everyone was terrified of him when it came to you, and even though you were hot, they all knew better than to pay you any mind. any more than a quick ‘hi’ would send them home battered and sulking, and absolutely no one planned on that fate tonight.

but, he was sure someone would try to tempt him with the way that dress hugged your curves.

“oh, stop acting like a child. you’ll get your fix on the car ride home— if you’re good.” you placed a quick kiss to his jaw for reassurance as you left the room once more, heading to the bathroom to finish your makeup.

good, he’ll be indeed.

—

the party was chaotic, just as you and hajime had suspected. your brother’s two acer backyard was filled with far more people than he had claimed he invited, and the many conversations overlapped each other loudly.

it was gorgeous though, the decorators sure outdid themselves with the many yards of fairy lights that hung over everyone’s heads and the floral arrangements took all of the guest’s breath away as they entered. drinks were in each hand, the variety being either a wine glass or a beer bottle, most picking the former.

tonight, you and iwaizumi chose to stay near the gazebo where oikawa and his fiancé stood as they greeted all of the guests and old friends of his with large smiles on their faces. most old high school teammates would make their way over to you two next, itching to catch up with the former ace and his girlfriend— his captain’s baby sister.

all of sejioh remembers the infamous oikawa y/n, the girl who was very off limits but everyone wanted, especially her brother’s teammates. it had been a common locker room joke that she would marry one of them someday, and they would gush about how great of a wife she’d be. iwaizumi would often find himself in a good amount of trouble afterward for getting physical with whoever would bring it up, or take of too far, and you had never loved him more than when you heard all of those stories.

“i just can’t believe that you were her pick.” an old teammate shook his head in disbelief as he downed his wine. “i mean, don’t get me wrong, iwa, i’m not surprised you were in love with her, especially after all of those punches i got back then, but wow. i’m just shocked she chose you and not hanamakki. they were good friends there for a while, y’know?”

you could practically feeling the anger fuming off of your boyfriend as your arms linked with him, his tan skin feeling clammy and heated against yours. his face was slightly red, tinted with light frustration from his old friend’s tipsy ramble. it was his second glass, and he had been talking both of your ears off for an hour now about ‘the good old days’. you wouldn’t have minded if hajime hadn’t felt so stiff and hot with each word the man spoke.

“yeah, well, i guess i was more her type than makki.” he shrugged, trying his best to come off as unbothered. “right, babe?”

you nodded, flashing a tight smile at his forced tone.

the flex of his arm as it suddenly tucked you closer to him caused a wave of need to flash through you, his possessiveness and strength making him even more attractive tonight.

you glanced at his face, but soon regretted it once you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. he was a hunk, his face flushed slightly out of aggravation and lips in a very forced smile, as if he was trying his best not to frown angrily. you’ve always thought his hotheaded nature was attractive but tonight, it had done something entirely different to you.

you didn’t feel the insatiable need to tear his clothes off, or makeout with him in the bathroom until you both got caught— you felt proud.

proud that you had been lucky enough to find someone so obsessed with you that the mention of your ‘choice’ had him fuming and tightly trapping your arm in his.

also, so very proud that he was trying his best to appear far more positive than he actually felt, an accomplishment that he had never been able to achieve. but for you, he did.

and you had never felt so perfect for him than now.

“yep, definitely my type.”

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“Playing with the Boys.”

Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Volleyball player!Oc

Summary: Miku Yakuza is Hajime Iwaizumi’s Girlfriend who also Plays On the Aoba Johsai girls Volleyball Team, After a Recent Injury She Can’t Play in actual Games Until Her Twisted ankle Heals So She Sticks To Helping the Boys Train, but as She Starts To miss Actual Games She Strains Her Injury.

TW: Descriptions Of Injury to the Ankle and Foot, Crying, Exhaustion, Overworking, Straining a Injury, Iwaizumi Bullying Oikawa.

Chapter One: “That Day”

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Shoes Screeching Against The Gym Floor, the White Volleyball In the Air Of the Gym, The only Sound Was her Breathing As She Watched the Ball Float Closer Towards Their Side Of the Net.

Miku Reached Over her arms, Instantly Receiving the Ball, it Launched Closer towards Their Team’s Setter, Sora, Sora Set it To Miku Once She Had Gotten Closer towards it, Miku Jumped High in the Air The Space Clear To where She Should Spike the Ball.

She Hit it With a Powerful Smack! The Ball Flew towards the Opposing Team’s Side, Hitting the Floor Scoring a Point For Aoba Johsai.

Sweat Drenched Miku’s Face, Rolling Down in intervals, Her Hand Ached but She Couldn’t Pay Attention to her Throbbing Hand, Or the Slight Twinge Of Pain In her Left Ankle.

It was now the 3rd Set, Usually Volleyball Games Consisted Of Four Sets before the Entire Game Ended and the Team With the Most Points Moved onto the Next Game in the Prefecture, But as She Stared At the Board Seeing the Score She Knew She Had to win the 3rd Set without Messing up.

The Spiker Of the Other Team, Which was Of the Female Nekoma Team, Quicky Spiked the Ball Over towards them, the Two Middle Blockers Of Miku’s Team, Miyaki and Lyla Jumped Up Holding Their Hands Outstretched with their Fingers Splayed Out to stop the Ball From Going Over the Next.

The Ball Quickly was Blocked and Went Back Over the Net on Nekoma’s Side, Miyaki And Lyla Watched as it Landed on their Side of the Floor, the Libero Of their Team Failing to Get the Ball Back up in the Air.

The Two, Which Were Sisters By the way, Twins at that, Let Out a Cheer Raising their Fists Which where Clenched Tightly into the Air.

“Guys! We Just Won the 3rd Set!” Lyla Cheered High Fiving Miyaki as She Did So, Miku Shook Her Head Smiling Softly at her Happy Go lucky Teammates.

“Hold your Horses, the Games Not Done Yet, We still Have The Fourth and Final Set to Win.” Miku Said, She Took the Towel the Manager Offered her, Which was a Skinny Male Named Kai Who had Just Became Their Manager of Last Week.

She Wiped Off the Sweat From her Face, seeing Iwaizumi, and the Rest of the Aoba Johsai’s Male Volleyball Team, Come Over Towards her.

Iwaizumi Holding a Freshly Filled Water Bottle, It was Handed to her as She Finished Drying the Sweat From her Face.

“You need to Hydrate.” Iwaizumi Said Firmly as She Took the Cold Water Bottle, Pressing it to her Lips She took Three Big Gulps Of the Cold but Refreshing Water.

She Set It On the Bench Where a Couple Of 1st Years Were Sitting, Only to be Put in if Someone was Injured Or had Passed Out.

“Thanks Iwa, I honestly Didn’t think we Would win that Third Set.” She Admitted Looking over to her Tired But Eager Teammates.

Oikawa Playfully Slapped Her Shoulder, also Earning A Scowl from Iwaizumi As He Did So.

“It’s Okay Miku–Chan, Just Look on towards the Final Set, that’s The Winning One.” Oikawa Said as Mattsun Snorted Behind Him Obviously Trying not to Laugh While Makki Was Stifling his Laughs in his Hands.

Though Iwaizumi Noticed She was Leaning Off Of Her Left Ankle and Putting all of Her Weight on her Right Ankle.

“Hey, is Your Ankle okay?” Iwaizumi Asked, Motioning Towards The Ankle She wasn’t Leaning On.

She Looked Down at her Ankle and Gave a Sheepish Smile, “Oh it’s Fine Iwa, I’m Sure I just Stepped on it Wrong.” She Made Up the Excuse So She Could Focus on the Fourth and Final Set of this Game.

Iwaizumi Squinted Suspiciously at Miku Who shrugged, Looking at her Teammates Who Were Practicing Some New Receives The Coach Had Wanted them to Try Out on the Court.

Soon after a 50 Minute Break The Whistle Blew for Players To Get in Position for the Final Set, Miku Quickly Got into action in the Middle Of Her Teammates Positions.

She Held the Ball This Time in her Hands Ready for a Starting Serve Since Aoba Johsai had Won the Previous Set.

She Took a Deep Breath Before Lifting the Ball into The Air, Her Form Graceful as She Lifted up and Slapped the Ball With a Smack!, the Ball Flew To the Other Side Of The Court Landing on the Opposing teams Side Of the Floor Winning the First Point for Aoba Johsai.

She Landed on the Ground, Hurting Her Ankle Just a Tad Bit More, Letting Out A Grunt as She Did So, She Gritted her Teeth as The Nekoma Team’s Captain Scowled at Miku.

Soon enough she was back on her Feet Glaring the Opposing Team Down, As She Rested her Hands On her Knees Hunched Down for a Moment.

As the Prepared herself to win this Final Set.

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The Ball was Slammed Back over the Night Past Miyaki and Lyla as They Missed Blocking It, it Flew Past her Other Teammates Coming Towards Miku’s Face.

Acting on her Own Athletic Instinct She Reached her arms Out Twisting her Ankle once Again, Feeling A Twinge Of Pain in her Left Foot, She Bounced the Ball back Over to Sora, Who Set it to Lyla, Who Spiked It over on their Side Scoring a Point for Aoba Johsai.

Her Ankle Pain was Throbbing Now, as She Leaned Down to Rub her Now Slightly Swollen Ankle before Coming Back Up, She Tried Waking On it To Get Closer to Do a Fast Attack With Sora But a Flashing, White Pain Shot up her Foot and Lower Thigh.

“Agh!” She Groaned Before Falling, Miyaki Barely Catching her as She Collapsed her Chest into Miyaki’s arms.

“Captain!” Lyla Shouted, Her and Sora Moving all too Quickly to Get Towards her, The Libero Of their Team, Mila, Racing over as Well.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa Also Raced Over with the Medic of the Female Volleyball Team, The Medic Helped Miku Sit down on the Gym Floor While She Felt Up her Ankle and Carefully Rotating it, She was able to Halfway Rotate it Until Miku Yelped When She Felt Some Pain While Doing So.

“Her Ankle?” Oikawa asked, His Brown Eyes Looking into The Medics, Who Nodded Encouragingly Towards Oikawa and Iwaizumi Before Addressing Miku.

“You being Able to Halfway Rotate it Means It Wasn’t a Break, You might have Badly Sprained it Or Twisted it.” She Explained, Smiling Softly.

So it Wasn’t Broken to the Point Of her Never Playing Volleyball Again? No, But She Would Still probably Be Out For at Least 5 Months Or More Depending on the Healing Process and what Doctors At the Hospital Say.

“Someone Needs to Drive her to the Hospital Though, She Obviously needs and X–Ray and Pain Meds.” The Medic Said, Turning Her Blue Eyes Between Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

“I can Do it.” Iwaizumi Said, But Miku Shook her head, “No Iwa, We’re so Close to Winning this Final Set!” She Tried to Move But Iwaizumi Stopped her Pushing her back Down to A Sitting Position.

“Baby, it’s Not worth it, it’s Not Worth it Sweetheart.” Iwaizumi Soothed her, She Finally let Tears Fall Down her Face.

“You can Trust me to take the Team to win this.” Sora Kneeled Down in front Of her best Friend Giving a Teary Smile.

“Trust your Vice Captain, Captain.” Lyla Said From Next To Miyaki, Miku Looked at her Her Team, Before Giving a Simple Nod And Turning her Gaze to Sora.

“Take them all the Way To Nationals.”

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The Doctor Stared at the X–Ray That was Taken Of Her Foot and Ankle, Her Face Scrunched up as She Stared At it.

She was Hooked Up to an IV While They Determined her action of Care While being Injured, “I do Thank you Iwaizumi–San For Being her Here.” The Doctor Thanked her Boyfriend before Explaining Her Situation.

“Miku’s Left Foot and Ankle Have been Severely Strained, Luckily It Turned out to be a Severe Sprain and not a Complete Break in the ankle Or Foot.” The Doctor Started to Explain, Pointing to Different Sections Of Her Foot and Ankle.

Miku Looked Down for a Second before She Started to Talk again, “Due to this We Will Have to Limit How Much Movement Of he Ankle She Needs, She Needs to Rest it as Much As Possible Until this Sprain Heals, and Physical Therapy too, We Can’t Limit all of her Movement.” The Doctor Said.

She swallowed Knowing What Came Next, Sora had gone Through the Same thing When She Had Strained her ACL So Much That She Couldn’t Play for 5 Months, She Awaited for the Female to Tell her How Long She Couldn’t Play for.

“That Means You Can’t Play Volleyball for at Least Two Months, if you Do There Could be a Tipping Point Where it Could Easily Break Now that it’s Sprained this Badly.” the Doctor Said Making Her Instructions Clear and Firm With a Stern Voice.

She Closed her Eyes as the New Information Settled into her System, No Volleyball for Two Months, That Would be Like Torture to her.

Iwaizumi Looked at her, Seeing her Eyes Turned away From the Doctor’s Stern Gaze, She Loved to Play Volleyball, it was her Life, Much Like Oikawa, To where She Neglected When She Needed To Rest.

“Listen Miku, If you Do any Kind Of Volleyball Without My Say So, You Could Injure Yourself to the Point of never Playing Volleyball Again, you Could Wind up Injuring your ACL.” the Doctor Explained, She Looked Up at the Doctor, her Face Scrunched up with Disappointment.

“How Long do I have to Rest the ankle before I can Start Practicing again?” She Asked, Anxiously Picking at the Knee Braces She Held In her Hand, She also Looked at her Phone Hoping that Sora Would Text her Soon on the News Of Who won the Volleyball Game.

“At Least One Month, if it Starts Feeling Better By then I will Let you Practice.” the Doctor Said, Smiling Sympathetically at Miku Who Nodded Finally Agreeing to get some Rest.

She Knew Something was Wrong When her ankle Started to Ache the First time She Landed on it Wrong, it was her Fault She Didn’t Stop to Rest the Ankle a bit before Jumping Back into the Second Set.

She Could Only Hope to Jump back into the Carefree air of Playing Volleyball.

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