wonderland
summary: didnât they tell us âdonât rush into things?â didnât you flash your green eyes at me? havenât you heard what becomes of curious minds? (or: what happens after graduation to a pair of teenagers in love)
word count: 1k
cw: irresponsible decision making (but i assure you there will be no consequences), The Teenage Need To Get The Fuck Out Of Your Hometown, mountains of fluff, my usual Thing iykyk, excessive 1989-related puns
hajimeâs never considered himself an impulsive person.
sure, heâs: headstrong, audacious, hotheaded. but he almost always has oikawa spearheading his more reckless decisions with wild emotional situations, a shield that makes him look like a calm, responsible adult. oikawa could make almost anyone look sane.
hajime is pretty sure even oikawa would call him crazy right now, if oikawa werenât in argentina. maybe, for all his turbulent nature, his friend really is some grounding force; since heâs been gone, hajimeâs felt on the precipice of something⊠big. earth-shattering.
âi just canât stand it,â you say, head lolled back onto his shoulder, spine curving into his chest. hajime is trying valiantly to ignore the soft weight of your ass on his lap, even though youâre mostly sitting between his applesauce-crossed legs. he can feel it, though, against his right thigh. he is failing miserably. âit feels like everyoneâs moving and iâm⊠stuck.â
âstuck,â he echoes, and you roll your head so youâre looking right, out of his bedroom window at the familiar landscape of miyagi. the sun is close to setting, having burned through the daytime clouds and casting a brilliant glow over you. your lips look darker and fuller and more kissable in this light, heâd thought earlier, right before heâd kissed them bruised.
âmore like a balloon,â you muse. âon a still day. just drifting up, and up, and up, and the birds are just flying by.â
he hums, deep in his chest, in agreement. somethingâs felt wrong ever since graduation. you and he had stayed, and it had been what you both wanted at first.
but not like this.
miyagi without oikawa, without makki, who was rooming with mattsun in the city while the latter earned his junior degree and the former chased youtube fame, wasnât what heâd thought it would be at all.
âitâs gonna be all ours,â youâd promised him, graduation cap tilted jauntily and smile brighter than the pure white clouds drifting above. âyouâre all i need, hajime.â
but miyagi without the people youâd grown up with was empty, a melody that only echoed memories. it was you and himâand the ghosts of your childhoods.
âyouâre not happy here,â he says. not a question.
you twist to look at him, eyes open wide. âiâm happy with you. i didnât meanââ
âi know,â he says, kissing your pursed, worried mouth. âbut weâre not happy here. i feel it too. maybe iâm crazy, but i think we needââ
âchange!â youâre sitting straighter in his lap now. âevery day is the same. iâm starting to feel like i need to do something insane. i need enrichment in my enclosure.â
he puts his arms around you and you draw yourself tighter into him until youâre cheek to cheek.
âdo you trust me?â he says. you snort.
âwhat is this, haji, aladdin?â
âyes,â he says, rolling his eyes. in this light, theyâre a forest, green and deep and irresistibly inviting to you. âdo you trust me, princess?â
you nod, and he feels it against him, your skin rasping together. âof course. take me to wonderland.â
âthatâs corny, too,â hajime grumbles. âdonât criticize my romantic gestures then reference the wrong movie.â
âwhatever,â you brush him off. âhow much do we need to pack?â
thatâs how the sun sets on your last night in miyagi.
hayakawa tomokaâs job at the ticket counter is so boring. she sits there all nightâduring the day, she studies fine artâ, a magazine propped up in front of her, arching high brows at anyone who hadnât had the forethought to buy tickets online.
she does so now at the young couple skidding to a stop in front of her, suitcases bulging even if thereâs only one each, panting for breath and knocking shoulders as though even their bodies are on a gravitational course to each other. they canât be more than twenty.
âwhenâs your next flight to california?â one asks, his straight hair sticking up like a hedgehog.
ââŠwhere in california?â hayakawa asks, pointing her mouth at them. âitâs a big state.â
âanywhere,â the other says. âweâll find our way to where we need to be.â
hayakawa blinks slowly at them. these new romantics are too exhausting to deal with at this hour. she types, click-click-click, wrinkling her forehead at the blue glow of her computer.
you stare anxiously at her as she does, desperately hoping for anything in the next day.
hajime tugs you into him as you wait, and you relax, turning a closed-eye smile up at him while he looks down on you with a mirrored expression.
âtoo impulsive for you yet?â he says, mouth twisting wryly. you shake your head.
âthereâs one to santa ana,â hayakawa says. âthe south. in five hours.â
âperfect,â you say eagerly.
âthank you,â hajime says.
there are two seats free next to each other, serendipitously. ticket prices are exorbitant, but not bank-breakingâboth of you had worked all of high school at the cafĂ© next door, earning good tips and waiting for something worth spending it on.
âokay,â hayakawa says finally. âyour flightâs set, mr. and mrs. iwaizumi. safe travels.â
âthank you,â you say effusively, âso much.â
âyou too,â says hajime, and then turns very red.
hayakawa watches you go, a rare and soft smile gracing her features as your suitcases crash into each other even as both of you refuse to let go of the otherâs hand to control their direction. the night shift is boring. something like this shakes things up.
after a raceâmore like a marathonâthrough customs, hajime finds himself shifting in a plastic seat, peering through the blackness of the night for a glimpse of airplanes landing. falling stars, sort of, magic to be wished on. you breathe evenly, deeply asleep with your head on his shoulder, his denim jacket wrapped around you, leaving him with just his hoodie and the new band of cheap jewelry around his fourth finger.
his mother would flip if she knew how rushed his wedding was. next time, he promises himself, heâll do it again with you if youâll keep having him and the ceremony will be beyond your wildest dreams.
itâs colder than he thought it would be in the airport. the earth is moving under his feet.
youâre all he needs; heâs gonna give you the world.
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