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okay, okay, i don't usually write long opinions but this was so good wtf??

the start of this series? was just chef's kiss especially the whole thinking tooru was a girl thing? genius ngl

all of their characterizations were done so well from oikawa to akaashi, everybody. like, mind blown. the pacing in the first and second chapter really set up the whole story, really helped the story flow better.

the reader's relationship w her friends and iwaizumi are written amazingly!! she has this whole bitchy friendship going on w kuroo (which i adore!!)

i love how when the story went off in a more serious direction, there were still comedic undertones.

i also have to appreciate you for not forgetting the reader's friends while she was rooming w oikawa and iwa by studying w akaashi or even like mentioning them. because i've seen in a lot of fics, the author forgets or chooses not to include the friends unless needed or whenever the reader is in turmoil or something like that.

the writing itself is just superior. how can one write that nicely? there's no sense of disconnection in the writing if that makes sense. sometimes the writing seems a bit detached, making it boring to read. but this was fun, lively even in the angsty parts!

so all in all, it was just freaking amazing!!

im so glad i stumbled upon this today, i'll take it as a reward for doing my physics exam well lmao

(i'm also tagging you just in case this gets lost in your notifs ahaha @atsukashii)

part eight | ❝the one where it begins❞

➛ in your defence, when you had come across an advert for a roommate from someone named tooru oikawa, you thought it was a girl. but you decide that living with oikawa won’t be a problem, his super hot roommate though? yeah, that’s definitely going to fuck your life up.

» paring : hajime iwaizumi x f! reader

» genre : college au, fluff

» word count : 2.9 k

» warning : no words, just peaking here

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‘Winter’s well under the way with the first snowfall of the year expected to make landfall tonight. So prepare for delay’s on the roads tomorrow with the underlying frost-’

A loud sneeze shocks you out of concentration on the weather reading, and you turn to the culprit with raised eyebrows. “Um, bless you?” Kenma eyes you with annoyance before reaching across the kotatsu towards the box of tissues in the middle.

“I hate winter.” He grumbles and you lean back on your hands as you smile at him.

“You hate every season,” you point out, stretching your legs under the warm blanket. Kenma either doesn’t bother answering you because he agrees or just isn’t dignifying you with a response - a common tactic he uses around his friends. Either way it has you grinning, and for a moment, Kenma’s blank expression crumbles into a soft smile of his own.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was worried.” Your grin wanes ever so slightly, because you despise the fact that you’ve made all four of your best friends worry about you more than they normally would. But you can’t deny that being around them and out of your apartment has helped.

If anything, it’s made the blatant and obvious fact that you’re a colossal dummy more prominent than ever. You’d just assumed the worst, and not given Iwaizumi a chance to even think before you’d run away in cowardice. And every second you spent away was a back and forth pull of ‘i’m giving myself space’ and ‘you’re giving him space to sort it out’. Because Iwaizumi wasn’t the type of person to let that go, and you didn’t want him to. You need to talk to him, and you know as much as you both are inept in communication when it comes to feelings a lot, it's a foundation of your friendship. You owed him the truth, and now, you owe him to listen.

You’ve just got to work up the courage to go home and actually have that conversation.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.” You reply, jerking your thumb at the futon in the corner where you’d slept last night. You’d come straight here from your apartment, knowing that Kenma would be home. He’d simply opened the door, and looked you over before asking if you wanted K.F.C.

“Like you have to ask.” Kenma shrugs, turning his whole attention back to playing the game on his switch. You thumbed at the peeled mandarin resting on the table in front of you and shoved a slice into your mouth. “And I don't hate every season. I don’t mind Spring, even if it brings the satanic duo of hayfever and bee’s.” Rolling your eyes at his words, you lay back on the floor staring up at the ceiling as you chew.

“You only like spring because that’s when Shoyo comes back from Brazil.” You argue, and once again Kenma’s silence is answer enough.

A banging on the front door has you sitting up suddenly once more, glancing at your two-toned haired friend again. “You expecting someone Koz?” He doesn’t even lift his eyes from his game as he replies calm as ever.

“No. If it's one of our friends, just tell them I've come down with the bubonic plague and my last request is for them to leave me to die in peace. Unless it's somehow Shoyo, then he can come in.” You snort back a laugh as you get to your feet. May as well open it seeing as Kenma’s making no move to answer it. Walking down the hall in your sweats, you fasten your speed slightly as another knock sounds against the wood, this time more frantic. Although, you’re not all that worried as your friends have the tendencies to both drop in unannounced and be dramatic when doing so. So the notion that it’s Kuroo just being impatient is highly probable. As a result, you open the door with a laugh bubbling from your lips.

“Kuroo if you want to survive the plague in this house then you better have food-” Your words, your thoughts, your air cuts off as you find yourself looking not at your friend, but a very dishevelled Iwaizumi.

“Iwa… what are you doing here?” You don’t even realise that you’ve used his nickname until some of the nerves that are wound around him so tight finally loosen. Glancing over his shoulder, you can’t make out his car in the busy street and your brows furrow. How did he get here?

“You weren’t at home.” Is all he says, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. For a moment, you just blink back at him, not knowing how to reply to that. It was more of a fact than a response, seeing hadn’t stayed there since the appearance of reality in the kitchen that morning yesterday. So to say that you’re surprised by the visit was the understatement of the century.

“I haven’t been for days...Is everything alright?” You manage to ask, inside your chest your heart thumps painfully as you take in his state. As someone who looks collected all the damn time, the person standing in front of you is a version of Iwaizumi you’ve yet to meet. He looks like he’s been through hell and back, and all you want to do is comfort him, but that’s not your job. You’re not allowed to - where the fuck are his shoes?

You find yourself staring at Iwaizumi’s sock covered feet and he simply shifts his weight, drawing your attention back to his face. Had he not thought to grab shoes before coming here?

“How could you possibly love someone like me?” His deep voice blurts out, breaking the momentary silence and your brain just empties. As you stutter for a quick reply with your heart lodged in your throat, maybe this was how Iwaizumi felt when you’d your feelings at his feet and ran. No this was definitely what that felt like. And the idiot of the year award goes to...

“What?” Is all you can say, but Iwaizumi just stands two steps below you, tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he frowns at you.

“I’m not a good person y/n. I’m an asshole, a douche bag and can be a shitty friend. How could you love someone like that.” Well that’s a load of shit, and you go to tell him so.

“Iwaizumi-”

“No I don’t get it. You came into our lives as this little ball of sunshine and we didn’t even know you were what we were missing until you got there. You’re what I was missing my whole life - I just didn’t know it until you showed up on my doorstep horrified over the fact Oikawa wasn’t a girl.” For the nth time, your brain completely empties as you hang off his ever word, as if wanting them to permanently etch them into memory. You let out a shaky breath as you listen, watching closely as Iwaizumi drags a hand through his hair. “I can’t sleep, I can’t pay attention in class, I can barely go home because it feels wrong. I can’t go into the living room without seeing you and Shitty-Kawa fighting over damn reality shows. The kitchen is a no-go too because all I see is you pouting over the fact you left your herbs with us for two days and even though we watered them, they still died. I see your damn shampoo in the shower and your mugs in the sink. You’re everywhere and yet you’re not. And I miss you.” It’s one step, then two until Iwaizumi clears most of the stairs and enters your space. Only a single step separates you two as you toe the edge of the porch. You’ve never been more anxious to take a single step in your life, but as he keeps speaking, honesty bleeds out of every pore you want to bridge the space so badly it eats at you.

“It’s not home anymore, and I've been trying to figure out why I'm so angry, and miserable and because it's you. You’re not there.”

“Iwa, what are you saying… I don’t, I don’t think - ” you stutter, breaking his gaze and staring at your hands as heat flames your face, your heartbeat in your ears. But then there’s cold hands on your cheeks, and the air just whooshes out of your lungs.

“I’m saying that I’m an idiot. A colossal moron and the most oblivious human being on the face of the planet.” Iwaizumi has bridged the final gap between you, and cradled your cheeks as if you’re made of the finest and rarest china. Those hands calloused from the hours spent in the gym hold you with a softness that is rarely ever shown from him. He’s going to be the death of you. “And that it may have taken a volleyball spike to the head and almost ruptured eardrums, but I realised the source of my happiness was gone. So I had to come and find it.” He’s talking about you right. Holy shit he’s talking about you.

“I love you y/n. You’re a sneaky little shit you know, getting under my skin so silently that I didn’t realise it until you physically screamed it at me.” Guilt enters you for only a second before the deep laugh that rumbles from his chest has it dissipating as quickly as it came. “You assumed I didn’t feel the same, and I can’t blame you for it because I didn’t even know. But I promise you, I have never been more certain over anything in my entire life.”

Your eyes sting as a shaky breath finally leaves your mouth. The moment is perfect, and you don’t want to shatter it but you have to ask, knowing you can’t move forward until you do. “What about Alisa.”

“I explained the whole situation to her over the phone my way here. Does that make me a prick? Probably. But I don’t fucking care, I wanted to see you. I needed to be here.” You try to pull away torn at his words. It’s all you’ve wanted to hear but a pinch of doubt tugs deep inside your chest. You hate that it does, but fear swells from it until you’re looking back up into Iwaizumi’s dark eyes.

“Iwaizumi, you can’t just suddenly realise that you love me.”

“Say’s who?” His words catch you off guard, and once again you find yourself speechless. “Who says that I can’t be in love with someone and not notice it yet someone like Shitty-Kawa and apparently everyone else around me can. Who says I can’t notice it at the last moment and chase it?” It’s the assurance in his eyes, as well as the gentle thumb running across your cheekbone that have his words sinking deep into your bones, etching a place there for eternity. He loves you… He loves you.

“You mean it?’ Your words are nothing but a faint wobbly whisper, as overwhelming emotion claws at your throat. “You have to mean it Iwa because I can’t do this again.” With a gentleness that rivals his movements from earlier, Iwaizumi’s forehead presses to yours as a breath of what you think is relief slips past his mouth.

“I mean it's dumbass, with every fibre of my being. I love you y/n.” He replies, his words holding so much promise that he seals by dropping his head and slanting his lips against yours. As cliché and overused as it sounds, kissing Iwaizumi gives you the same rush of excitement as seeing the fresh Sakura buds every spring, sprouting through the snow that has been there so so long, and was so thick you thought surely any chance of the changing of seasons had died. But you were wrong. And more than that, he tastes like home.

Gently pulling back from you, he doesn’t retreat far, and his hands still cup your face, although much warmer now purely due to the temperature of your cheeks.

“You’re really going to call me a dumbass? After all that crap you put me through?” You can’t help but joke as exhilaration floods your bloodstream and has your brain trying to give him every reason to kiss you again. Instead of complying to your wishes which you’re sure he can one hundred percent see on your face, Iwaizumi smirks victoriously and pinches your side out of nowhere.

“Seeing as I’m not the one who argues that tomato sauce can be considered a smoothie- yeah I'm going to call it as I see it.” You eye him carefully at his diss.

“Don’t even start that with me, it’s a theory.”

“It’s a dumb one.”

You pull your head out of his hands and give him a glare that holds no malice and one you’re not even sure is one considering your grinning like a fool. “That’s it, I don’t love you anymore. I take it all back.” You don’t make it a millimetre away from him before he’s yanking you completely into his chest, beaming down at you.

“Too late sweetheart. I have no plans on letting you out of my sight again.”

“That's a bit extreme don’t you think?”

“You joke, but I'm not.” Good. That’s what you want to say, but as you look up into his brown eyes, see the affection, fondness and love swirling in them you actually want to cry. He’s so beautiful, god you’re lucky.

“I wanted to say I'm sorry. For running, for assuming the worst. I was being selfish, so I’m sorry. And I know that I'm kind of shitty with communication, but I want to be better. With you.” His eyes soften as he thumbs the outset corner of your eye. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were crying by now, so overcome with fluctuating emotions over the fact that what occurring right in this second of time isn’t a figment of a dream, but a new reality. One that you had tried to hard not to let yourself picture because you’d been afraid it would hurt more in the future. But this, standing here in the cold with him was better than you could have ever dreamt it to be.

“I’m sorry for being a fool and not noticing sooner.” He has the audacity to place a palm over your mouth as you try to argue that he’s got nothing to apologise for, and smirks at you. “And I'm not good with communication either, but for you, I'd do almost anything.” Raising your eyebrows at the kind words, as he removes his hand and showing your grin once more, there’s a light in his eyes you’ve never seen.

“Even if I ask to put a face mask on you?”

“Don’t push it short-stack.”

“What if I ask you to kiss me again?” You tease, but you’re completely serious. Iwaizumi knows it too, because any mischief in his smile drops at your words until he’s staring at you as if you were the one warming up his very soul.

“That I can do,” just as his lips brush against your own there’s a clearing of a throat behind you. Jumping in fright at the sudden noise, Iwaizumi’s arms tighten around you for good measure, and as you try to level your erratic breathing, you know you’d have slipped over if you weren’t currently cradled to Iwaizumi’s chest.

“If you guys are going to make out more, do you think you can maybe take it away from my front door? My neighbours are gossiping hags, and the last thing I need is more of the local old ladies to show up at my door and try to pry into my life.” Kenma says from behind you, and you glance at him over your shoulder, holding in a laugh as Kenma nods to Iwiazumi, taking in your position. “You’re alright I guess. You should probably come in before you both catch colds.” Kenma finishes, blinking at you both before walking off. Only when you see him out of the hall do you turn back to Iwaizumi with a snort of laughter at his perplexed look.

“You’ve got odd friends.” You gasp at his words, poking your index finger into his chest as you take a step backwards into the warmth of the house.

“Considering Oikawa is your best friend, you can’t talk.”

“He’s yours too.” Iwaizumi points out and you let out a shrug. He’s not wrong. With your other hand still firmly in his, you lead him back inside the house.

“I never said I had good taste in friends. Or boys at all for that matter.” You tease, hesitating at the front door, just to have a second longer with him. Because you know that Kenma has probably already texted your friends if the buzzing in your back pocket is anything to go by, meaning that there will probably be a full house soon. Iwaizumi smiles at you in understanding, looping his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as if like you he can’t get enough of having you in front of him, and leans in to kiss you once more.

“Your taste in boys may be shit, but I know a good thing when I see it. Although it may take me a long time to figure it out.”

“That's a damn understatement - but I've got to ask; where the fuck are your shoes?” The laugh that rumbles against your lips you think might just be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“They weren’t important.”

“So I rank higher than some necessary items… good to know.” you tease looking back up into his eyes once more before he claims your mouth in a passionate kiss that has your heart flipping inside your chest.

“Always.”

a/n : holy shitties thats it! There's still an epilogue coming and a special chapter in iwa's p.o.v. based just after part five, but for now, thats all of the brunt work done. i hope you've all enjoyed reading this as much as i fucking adored writing it <3

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