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toorusbaby · 3 years

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end of the day

summary: after a very bad day, all you really want is for your boyfriend, kei tsukishima, to hold you in his arms. however, things don’t go the way you hoped they would.

warnings: self-angst, a very upset y/n, tsukki makes up for it <3

word count: 4,987

The loud jingling of your keys as you unlocked the door to your shared apartment weren’t enough to push the negative thoughts out of your mind. The sound of chirping crickets in the air weren’t capable of relaxing your nerves either.

It had been a long day to say the least, more exhausting than others. If you were running on batteries, the last of your juice was used up hours ago. It was safe to say that you were burned out.

You had left the apartment at seven in the morning, fifteen minutes later than usual because your phone decided to go missing. Since Kei was sound asleep after a long night at the museum, you were on the lookout on your own. In the end, your phone turned out to be on the kitchen counter, the battery half drained. By the time you reached the station, you barely missed the train by a millisecond, having to hail a taxi instead. If one thing went right today, you made it just on time to work.

On the other hand, with the combination of being reprimanded by your boss for missing an important deadline that slipped your mind, a coworker spilling hot coffee on your new blouse, and your thoughts jumbled due to yet another argument you had over the phone with your traditional mother the night before, it was as if your world had come crashing down in the span of a few hours.

It was eight in the evening when you finally left the office, arriving at your apartment’s front door thirty minutes later. The fact that you were starving only made you more antsy. All you wanted at that very moment was to be held by your longtime boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, as you buried your face in his chest. You needed him more than ever.

Twisting the doorknob, the familiar creak of the wooden door made its way to your ears when you entered your apartment. The living room lights were on, symbolizing that Tsukishima was home. Letting out a sigh of relief, you gently shut the door shut behind you, locking it in the process before your eyes made contact with plastic bags on the coffee table.

Just as you were going to check what was inside, you stopped in your footsteps when you heard the voice of your favorite blond from the kitchen.

“Y/N, is that you?” Tsukishima’s head popped out slightly from the kitchen entrance, his honey brown eyes meeting yours. A tired grin immediately made its way to your face at the sight of your boyfriend, who wore his favorite grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His hair was a bit damp, probably from his shower. Without missing a beat, you walked your way over to greet him with the usual peck on the lips, holding your arms out for a much needed hug.

“Kei, I missed you—”

Suddenly, Tsukishima had brought his phone back up to his ear. Your heart dropped at the sight.

“Is he serious?,” Tsukishima scoffed into the phone. “The exhibition isn’t supposed to open for another five weeks. How are we going to make it work in only two? Fucking ridiculous,”, He grumbled, turning his body away from you momentarily.

If you thought the coffee that spilled onto your shirt spread fast, the pain in your chest expanded even faster. You understood that you weren’t the only busy person in the relationship; Tsukishima was both an employee at the Sendai museum and a volleyball player for the Sendai Frogs. Compared to him, you felt as if you had no right to complain about being tired. After all, you only had one job, which was working for a well-known design company. And after today’s fiasco, you weren’t sure you even knew how to do your job correctly.

Kei doesn’t need me bothering him right now, you thought to yourself. He’s busy with work, which is understandable.

The thought was bittersweet; how could you be so proud of your boyfriend yet feel so lonely?

Almost as if he remembered that you were standing before him, the tall volleyball player turned back to face you. Tsukishima pulled the phone away from his ear and placed his palm over the speaker, walking towards you.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. I should be done soon—” You unintentionally cut your boyfriend off.

“Don’t apologize, Kei,” You spoke with the most enthusiasm you could muster. You hoped it was believable. “I know you’re busy with the upcoming dinosaur exhibition.”

When you lifted your hands in front of you to wave his apology off, your navy blue blazer had spread open, revealing the brown coffee stain on your white blouse. Tsukishima made brief eye contact with it, immediately frowning to himself; he knew you had been waiting for it to arrive for weeks.

The exhaustion of the day was catching up with you and you found yourself feeling much more sensitive than usual. Sadness flooded your chest, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with your boyfriend. If you did, you knew you would only end up crying; Tsukishima didn’t need to add you to his list of worries.

Unbeknownst to you, the blond noticed your stiff posture and the way you refused to meet his gaze. Tsukishima opened his mouth to speak, but you spoke first.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Seriously. But if you’ll excuse me,” your voice slightly wavered. “I’m going to take a shower and call it a night. I’ll see you in a bit.” Flashing a small grin at Tsukishima, you made a beeline to your shared bedroom.

Even if you had tried your absolute best to give him a proper smile, Tsukishima wasn’t stupid. He knew that you were faking it. It only hurt more to know that you were hiding your pain from him.

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Stripping your clothes off, you mindlessly left them in a pile on the edge of your king sized bed. Taking one last glance at the coffee stain on your shirt, you clenched your jaw in frustration. You weren’t sure you could hold your emotions in any longer.

Your feet padded across the room and into the bathroom, your hands moving on their own to open the see-through door of your shower, turning the knobs of the shower faucet. Finally, you stepped inside and shut the shower door.

Although the steamy hot water cascading down your back helped relax you the majority of the time, that wasn’t exactly the case in this situation. Your posture was stiff, your jaw was still clenched, and the crease between your eyebrows only furrowed deeper.

The only sound should have been the water falling onto the shower floor, tumbling down the drain. If that was the case, why could you hear the voice of your boss in your head?

‘I expected more from you, Y/N. A lot more. You’ve never let me down, not once. What happened this time? Do not miss a deadline as important as this again or there will be consequences. I hope you don’t make me regret promoting you.’

The disappointed voice of your respected boss morphed into your mother’s, the tone furious. Memories of her words from the other night played like a record on repeat in your mind.

‘Do you really think that living with your boyfriend at this age is acceptable? You and Tsukishima are only twenty three. A man and woman should not live together unless they’re married. I don’t think you two will last for long anyways. Your father may have been more accepting about it, but I think you made the wrong choice. You’re lucky I’m hiding this from your grandmother. What do you think she’d have to say, knowing her granddaughter was so easy?’

You blinked once. Then you sniffled twice.

You had finally reached your limit. Every hurtful word from your mother, every head shake from your boss, and even not being able to peck Tsukishima on the lips for a second, the way you usually did when you got home, echoed in your head. Before you knew it, hot tears leaked from your eyes and down your cheeks, small hiccups escaping your mouth.

What’s wrong with me?, you clamped a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. That didn’t help much. Why am I such a fucking mess?

Wrapping your free arm around your torso as if to hug yourself, your knees buckled in a moment of weakness. Quiet sobs wracked through your body, annoyance filling you up to the brim when you couldn’t silence yourself. You really didn’t want Tsukishima to hear. Despite the heat of the water affecting your senses, you stood still, allowing the water to mix with your hot tears.

Little did you know, Tsukishima had been standing silently outside your door the moment you had turned the shower on. As soon as he laid eyes on the bunched up clothing on your shared bed, the blond knew you were bottling your emotions. You were always tidy; you never left a mess behind unless you were out of it. You were more similar to Tsukishima than you thought.

And because you were so similar, your boyfriend knew that you were trying to drown out the sounds of your crying as you stood under the shower head. Even if he hadn’t been able to hear your cries, Tsukishima knew you all too well, only because he was the same way. And he loved you far too much to let this continue.

Two quiet knocks on the bathroom door startled you, your hands rushing to wipe your face before you blinked. Trying your best to quietly clear your throat, you sniffled once.

“I-I’m in the shower, Tsukki!”, you called out. “Is everything okay?”

Tsukishima’s silky voice still managed to make your heart skip, even if he was on the other side of the door.

“Not really,” you heard him say in his usual monotone voice. “Mind if I join you?”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened out of nervousness. You did not want him to see your puffy eyes; you were sure you looked horrible.

“Um, give me a second!” you called out. There was no use in hiding the fact that you were sobbing your eyes out; the reddened skin around them made it very apparent that you were bawling like a baby. The best you could do was rinse your face repeatedly until most of your sniffling went away.

After a few seconds, you cleared your throat. “Y-You can come in, Kei!”

When the door opened, revealing your tall boyfriend who placed one of his t-shirts on the counter, you bit the inside of your cheek. However, when he began to strip, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. His toned, fit physique made your heart race and your pulse quicken. Even if you and Tsukishima had been dating for six years, living with each other for two of those, you couldn’t help but still feel a bit shy.

After all, Kei Tsukishima was your first everything. Your first crush, your first boyfriend, your first kiss. The first person to see your naked body, the person who gave you your first sexual experience, but most importantly, he was also your first love. You knew deep in your heart that the sharp tongued blond would also be your last.

Silently, you watched as Tsukishima opened the shower door. You stepped to the side, allowing his tall frame to enter the shower which was larger than most apartments would have. When the honey brown orbs you loved so much met your own eyes, you gulped.

“Kei,” you mumbled with a questioning tone. “Weren’t you busy with work? And didn’t you already take a—” He cut you off with his own questions.

“I hung up the moment you left the kitchen,” he spoke. ”You’re my priority. What’s going on, Y/N? Why were you crying?” Tsukishima wondered, his tone a bit sharp. Although his tone may have seemed a little harsh to an outsider, you knew that the blond was only worried for you. When he sounded frustrated, it only meant he was concerned. As a result, you only felt worse.

As Tsukishima reached behind you to lower the excessive heat of the water, you let your eyes wander everywhere but his face. This only made the volleyball player clench his jaw. Even though Tsukishima was known for his patience, he wouldn’t tolerate your avoidance of his question.

“It’s nothing, baby. Just a bad day, that’s all. I’m okay. Just a little tired— Kei!” you shouted when the warm water suddenly cut off. The cool breeze entering the bathroom from the open window was sure to give you goosebumps. “Kei, stop messing around. Turn the water back on,” you humorlessly chuckled. You really didn’t find it funny.

You reached for the shower knobs, wanting to avoid any confrontation. Your tears were the last thing Tsukishima needed to worry about, especially because he had to focus on preparing for the new exhibition. Your feelings simply weren’t that important.

As soon as your hand was about to reach the handle, Tsukishima grabbed onto your wrist, gently pushing your back against the shower wall. You let out a loud gasp at the sudden feeling of the cool wall tiles behind you.

“T-Tsukki, what the hell! It’s cold!” You shouted, your back instinctively arching. Your eyes were wide, finally meeting his golden brown ones.

About time, the blonde thought. He missed having your eyes on his.

Suddenly, the boy pinned you against the wall. Tsukishima’s stare was so intense, you instinctively rested your back against the cold tile. His bare body against your own caused your cheeks to redden. When goosebumps formed on your arms, the blond used his free hand to rub them away in order to warm your skin. The action was loving, despite his serious gaze.

“I’ll turn the water back on when you tell me what’s got you so upset, baby.” Tsukishima calmly spoke, his hand quickly moving to lift your chin up the very second you were about to look down. He knew you well; too well. “What is it that hurt you to the point where you’re hiding your tears from me?”

When he asked the second question, you noticed that Tsukishima had used a softer tone, one that was gentle yet doting. The feeling of the pad of his thumb gently stroking your chin brought you back to reality. You loved Kei with your entire being. Despite your fear that you would stress him out, you couldn’t lie to him.

After a moment’s pause, you were ready to open up. Your mouth felt dry, but you forced yourself to speak. “I-I just…” you trailed off. Your eyes wavered on his, your emotions threatening to take over once again.

Tsukishima could see the glossy screen making its way over your eyes. He knew that you always tried to display your strong side, but he also understood your sensitivity. For you to cry alone, Tsukishima would never allow it. But for you to cry in front of him, in his protective arms, he wanted you to know that everything would be okay. Even if things didn’t seem like they were going to go well, Tsukishima would make sure everything worked out. For you.

Everything he did, Kei Tsukishima did it for you.

“Kei, I just…” your voice was uneven. You blinked rapidly.

Tsukishima’s hand moved its way to cup your cheek in his palm. When he felt you trembling, the blond didn’t hesitate to turn the water back on to its hottest setting. Understanding that you couldn’t meet his gaze at that moment, the volleyball player used his free hand to lay your cheek against his chest. Then, he wrapped his other arm around your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

You shut your eyes, your heart aching in your chest. Your hands instinctively reached out to hold onto his biceps. You felt like a burden. The moment you felt a kiss on the top of your head, you broke.

“Kei, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whispered in a desperate voice. Your vision became cloudy with tears once again. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Why can’t I do anything right for once?” you whimpered. Your throat began to ache from holding in your cries.

Tsukishima felt your shoulders trembling in his arms. In response, he held you tighter to his chest, his large hand reassuringly grazing up and down your bare back. A quiet sigh of relief left his lips when your body relaxed from his touch.

“First, it was an argument with my mom. You know how she’s always been about us living together,” you mumbled. Your shoulders relaxed when you felt the low vibrations of your boyfriend’s chuckle in his chest.

“Trust me,” the blond mused. “I know.” The memory of your mother throwing a temper tantrum the day you and him officially moved into your shared apartment was burned into his memory.

Even though tears were dripping down your chin and your sniffling had returned, a small smile made its way to your face. Tsukishima didn’t have to use his words to make you feel understood.

You cleared your throat, the smile slowly fading. “And then it was my boss. I-I understand why he was upset. I mean, it was my fault for forgetting about the deadline. But I just…” your grip on his biceps tightened and you sighed. “I hate knowing that I’ve let people down. I really don’t mean to.” Your voice cracked.

Momentarily, your boyfriend pulled your face away from his chest. The sounds of your whimpering made his chest ache. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wordlessly wiped from under your eyes and gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead. Your eyes responded by welling up with a new batch of tears.

“Kei,” you breathed out. “Kei, you’re gonna make me cry even more.” You whined and felt your bottom lip tremble. With his large palms now cupping your face, Tsukishima only smiled softly down at you.

“So cry then. Let it all out, Y/N.” As soon as Tsukishima’s words registered in your head, golden brown eyes watched as tears leaked from your eyes that he loved so much. His thumbs held your head in place gently, his lips moving on their own to kiss both of your tear streaked cheeks, ignoring the salty taste on his lips. In that moment, Tsukishima only cared about making you feel better.

“It’s okay to cry. And it’s okay to have bad days. But it’s not okay to keep all of these emotions to yourself. Why do you think you have me, you dummy?,” the blond gently chided, his lips pursed together when you grinned. After a pause, he continued.

“I know that I’ve been really busy with work and I’m sorry.”

“Tsukki, you don’t have to apologize—”

The pointed stare your boyfriend gave you halted your words. When you fell silent, Tsukishima gently grazed his knuckles on your cheek. His eyes never left yours.

“But nothing is more important to me than you. Work can wait, you come first. You always will.” Tsukishima’s hands reached behind you to grab your strawberry scented shampoo. The two of you fell silent for a second, the only sound being your sniffling and the water tumbling down the drain. When your boyfriend poured some shampoo onto his palm, his fingers working to lather the substance into your hair, you swore your heart was going to burst. It was only the sound of Tsukishima clicking his tongue that brought you back to reality.

“I know you well enough to know that you’ve been calling yourself a burden or some shit like that, so stop it.” Tsukishima watched as your cheeks reddened from the truth of his words. He let out a small sigh, amused at the fact that he was correct, but upset that you viewed yourself as one. The idea of you putting yourself down over inevitable events didn’t sit right with him.

The feeling of his fingers lathered in shampoo against your scalp released the tension in your body, the scent of strawberry filling your nostrils and the silky sound of his voice filling up a void within you that had been empty just before. It was as if Tsukishima was picking up your broken pieces, placing them back together again.

“But trust me. You’re far from being a burden. If anything...” the blond trailed off, gesturing for you to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. Leaning your head back, you let the water wash the shampoo off. Tsukishima already had conditioner in his palm, ready to loosen the tangles in your hair.

“If anything,” he continued. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Tsukishima admitted. The blond could feel heat rise to his cheeks, but he didn’t care. His long, calloused fingers worked their magic on the tips of your hair first.

“My favorite part of the day is waking up by your side in the morning.” Untangling your hair, then rinsing. “Every time you kiss me, I fall in love all over again like an idiot.” A peck on your forehead. “I love teasing the hell out of you, only because I know you secretly like it.” A smirk and a gentle spank on your butt. You pouted playfully.

“But holding you as we fall asleep,” Tsukishima breathed out, his forehead against yours. “The feeling of having you in my arms every single night?” His voice was a drug and you couldn’t get enough.

Your attention was only on Tsukishima. You didn’t even feel that the water was slowly growing colder. You wouldn’t care even if you noticed. You had the love of your life keeping you warm and that’s all that mattered.

“Knowing that you need me, just as much as I need you… You’re the only person I’d go soft for, but you’re also the best thing I could ever ask for, baby. Not even close to a burden.” You felt Tsukishima’s hand intertwine with yours, fingers locked together.

“I love you so much, Y/N. This will never change.”

You’ve heard Tsukishima tell you that he loved you hundreds of times. The love confessions often paired with either his famous smug smile, the sad eyes Tsukishima only showed to you after a rough day, or the tired tone in bed after a heated argument, after the two of you would apologize; both of you never went to bed angry.

Hearing Kei Tsukishima, the man with a sharp tongue who was known to conceal his true feelings, remind you of how much you meant to him and feeling him hold you so closely, your body moved before you could think.

Grabbing hold of his neck from behind with your free hand, you pulled the blond into a deep kiss. Tsukishima didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, his hands running through your wet, now silky hair as he pulled you closer by the waist. You tilted your head to the side, feeling his nose brush against yours as he deepened the kiss.

You were on cloud nine.

It was a long moment later when you pulled away, out of breath and cheeks ablaze. You quickly used your thumb to wipe away the small string of saliva on your bottom lip, embarrassed at how forward you had behaved. Tsukishima only had a smug smirk on his now swollen lips, his tongue poking out to lick at the corner of his mouth. He chuckled when you wordlessly buried your face in his chest. The blond immediately wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’d rather have you give me a sloppy kiss like that than see you crying, moron. Thank god you’re cute though, even if your eyes are puffy.”

You groaned into his chest, spanking his butt out of spite. His sudden jolt made you smirk.

“I love you Kei, but please shut up.”

“Mm, I don’t really feel like it.”

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What once was steamy hot water had soon turned cold by the time you and Tsukishima left the shower. Freshly clean and your tears completely washed away by the water and your boyfriend’s sweet kisses, you were now dry, wearing the blond’s large olive green t-shirt and a pair of black panties.

Tsukishima had gone to the living room to make sure the doors and windows were locked, telling you to get comfortable in bed. Only in his grey sweatpants, the blond didn’t feel like wearing his shirt. You definitely didn’t mind.

On the edge of your bed, your pile of clothing from earlier was placed in a laundry basket, only to be replaced by the plastic bags you had seen on the coffee table the moment you entered your apartment. A very familiar scent was coming from whatever was inside and your stomach growled in anticipation.

No way, you wondered with wide eyes. Did he…?

“Did you really think I’d let you go to bed hungry?”

Your head swiveled back to face your favorite blond. There Tsukishima stood with plates in one hand, water bottles gathered in his other arm. Your excitement must have been evident on your face because your boyfriend gave you an authentic, loving smile, all signs of smugness gone.

“Baby,” your fingers happily toyed with the plastic bag’s tied handle. “Did you get curry buns?”

Tsukishima made his way over to you, settling the plates down on the bed. Then, he lifted his hand to gently flick your forehead. “Why don’t you open the boxes and see for yourself, hm?”

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The humming sound of the fan in front of your bed blowing cool air into the room filled the air. Very faintly, you could still hear the crickets chirping outside when you lifted your head. Glancing at the nightstand, the clock beside Tsukishima’s glasses read that it was a bit past ten thirty.

With a stomach full of curry buns along with other side dishes your boyfriend so lovingly spoiled you with, you sighed contentedly. In a sleepy daze, you laid your head onto Tsukishima’s warm, bare chest and closed your eyes. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat was one of your favorite things to do when the two of you cuddled; you found it endearing and intimate. Although he’d never admit it, Tsukishima felt the same way.

A protective arm wrapped its way around your waist, Tsukishima’s long legs tangled with your own. His free hand played with the ends of your hair, twirling it repeatedly with his fingers. You began to feel even sleepier, the food coma making an entrance. You slowly blinked, then turned your head to look up at your boyfriend who had a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“You know I love you, right Kei?”

“If you didn’t, I wouldn’t have bought you curry buns, Y/N.”

Before you could give a sassy response, Tsukishima tilted your head to face him. Then, he gently pecked your lips twice.

“To make up for earlier. I’m sorry I missed it when you came home. Never again,” he mumbled, using his hand to move strands of hair away from your face.

You giggled quietly, your face tickled by his blonde hair that loomed over you. You loved it when he was physically affectionate. “Thank you for loving me, Kei,” you whispered. Your eyes were fixated on his, his pupils dilated in the room’s soft yellow lighting. “I love you. So damn much.”

With a kiss to his nose, you readjusted yourself so you could snuggle into Tsukishima’s chest. The volleyball player leaned over to turn the night lamp off before placing the blanket over the two of you, the scent of your strawberry shampoo creating butterflies in his stomach. When he looked down at you for the last time that night, you were already sound asleep with your arm securely wrapped around his torso.

Sure, the majority of your day consisted of mostly negatives. And yes, you had to say goodbye to your new blouse. Coffee stains on white were a done deal. But it wasn’t as if you couldn’t order a new one. Your boss would eventually get over your flaw at work; you’d compensate somehow and get back on track. And when was your mother not upset with you? It was hard, but it was worth it if that meant living with Tsukishima. Your mom would eventually come to terms with the fact that you were twenty three, almost twenty four. You were an adult after all; days like this were normal.

But at the end of the day, Tsukishima was always going to be there for you. Despite the difficulties you faced and the many downfalls that were yet to come, you knew that Kei was going to be there to hold you when you fell asleep. You’d do the same for him if it was the last thing you ever did.

Your faint breathing and the whirring fan were the only audible sounds in the room. With his golden brown eyes threatening to flutter shut, Kei Tsukishima gave one last glance at his cabinet across the room. Inside the third drawer underneath his volleyball practice clothes, sat a black velvet box with a diamond ring waiting to be worn on your left ring finger.

A smile formed on the blond’s lips when he leaned over to kiss the top of your sleeping head one last time before dozing off. He truly couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him when the time was just right. But for now, it was already the end of the day. Regardless, Kei Tsukishima was excited to share a new beginning with you.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukki x reader #tsukishima #haikyu x reader #haikyu #tsukishima angst #tsukishima fluff #haikyu angst #haikyu fluff #karasuno

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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i really dropped one fic and then dipped... i have a tsukki one i’m posting tonight tho i promise 😭

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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SEASON FOUR HAJIME IWAIZUMI

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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writing oikawa angst tonight 😌 hoping to finish all three parts by tomorrow and upload them later this week!! ^^

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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i have so many writing ideas, but so little time ):

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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second choice, pt. 6

this is the final part! ^^ i want to give a huge thank you to everybody who gave this fic a chance. i was surprised i got the reaction i did and it only encouraged me to write more. thank you for allowing me to share this story with you all <3 i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

summary: being in love with hajime iwaizumi is like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. it’s thrilling as it is exciting, but you feel a little lightheaded... because he doesn’t know how you feel. the worst part? he thinks you’re in love with his best friend.

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 1,615

Your ungloved hand toyed with the keychain of your purse when the two of you turned the corner and onto the street where your house was. The windows were dark, signifying that your parents were probably in sound asleep. Unlocking the small front gate, you gestured for Iwaizumi to walk with you up your porch steps so you could properly thank him.

Now at your front door, you turned to face the green eyed boy. Your close proximity was nothing new anymore; being by his side for the entirety of the day meant you weren’t too flustered when you were near him. Even though you weren’t able to confess earlier, you knew there would be other opportunities to do so. Today was beyond amazing and you definitely didn’t want the universe to think you were being greedy.

“I had a lot of fun, Iwa. Thank you for today and for walking me home,” You smiled up at Iwaizumi who grinned down at you with a hand resting behind his neck.

“You know, I think I’m the one who has to do the thanking,” the ace gently poked your forehead with his index finger, making you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “So thanks for inviting me. Next time, I’ll take you somewhere that’ll blow you away… well, at least I hope it does.”

“We’ll see about that,” You responded, toying with the ends of your scarf when Iwaizumi turned to walk down the porch steps. Wait a minute, the scarf!

“Wait, I still have your scarf!” You called out, rushing to take the navy blue fabric off. When he turned around, the sight of you panicking over something as simple as returning his scarf to him tugged at Iwaizumi’s heartstrings. Memories of the two of you on the bridge earlier that day flashed in the ace’s mind, your flushed cheeks but determined expression unforgettable. It was evident to Iwaizumi that you weren’t going to finish what you were going to tell him any time soon, the way you were muttering small apologies for keeping him ‘out late enough’ on the walk to your house.

On the train back home, it had taken Iwaizumi some time to connect the dots. Eventually, the boy had pieced everything together… for the most part. Although he couldn’t be certain about your feelings, he felt somewhat confident about where your heart was and who it might have belonged to. Despite the possibility of being proven wrong and embarrassing himself, Iwaizumi was exhausted of beating around the bush. The boy had been pining after you for so long, he wasn’t aware of just how tired he was.

He was tired of referring to himself as the second choice, hidden in Oikawa’s shadow. He was tired of letting you slip through his fingers. He was tired of letting not doing anything to get his point across. He was tired of letting his insecurities refrain him from telling you the truth about his feelings. Most of all, he was tired of holding himself back.

The boy made his way back up the steps and onto your porch, fondly watching as you walked towards him. “Here you go,” You grinned and handed the garment back to Iwaizumi. “I’m glad I didn’t forgetー”

Without a word, Iwaizumi placed the scarf over your shoulders. Before you could even process what was happening, he gently brought your body closer to his by pulling on the ends of the soft fabric.

Both of your chests were pressed against each other, eyes locked on one another. Your hands quickly gripped onto the wing spiker’s biceps to steady yourself, face flushing at the feeling of his arms that were instinctively securely wrapped around your lower and upper back. With wide eyes, you stared up at the boy, a small gasp leaving your body from the sudden action. The way the night sky behind Iwaizumi had illuminated a glowing aura around his body made your heart race, but it was the way he gazed at you that made your stomach do flips.

“Y/N,” Iwaizumi spoke in a low tone, almost as if he wanted only you to hear him speak. The vibrations of his voice rumbling against your chest caused your breathing to hitch. Even though it was dark out, you could still see the jade in the eyes of the boy you found yourself in love with. Iwaizumi’s quick glance at your lips didn’t go unnoticed, the small pink of his tongue peeking out to moisturize his own. Your thoughts were jumbled, your mind focused on how Iwaizumi moved one hand from behind your back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You weren’t quite sure how you were still breathing.

You swallowed, begging your heartbeat to relax. “What is it, Haji?”

Iwaizumi lifted his ungloved hand to cup your cheek, his other arm gently holding you in place against him. You completely forgot that you and him were still sharing gloves. The feeling of your soft skin against his palm was warm to the touch, igniting flames throughout Iwaizumi’s chest. You watched him close his eyes for a brief moment before inhaling.

Instinctively, you nuzzled your cheek in the palm of his hand; there was no point in hiding the fact that you were enjoying every moment of what was happening. It was probably already obvious to the boy that you were head over heels for him.

When Iwaizumi’s eyes reopened, the words left his mouth before he could blink.

“I’m in love with you.”

Gazing at your face, Iwaizumi was disheartened to see your lips parted in shock. Met with an unbearable silence that lasted a beat too long for his comfort, the ace muttered a curse before loosening his arms. Then, he shut his eyes out of embarrassment.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. That was really stupid of me.”

It wasn’t a second later when Iwaizumi’s eyes found themselves wide open when he felt you press your lips against his.

To say Iwaizumi was stunned was an understatement. Never did he imagine that he would get the opportunity to kiss you; but here you were, kissing him first. His eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, his hand behind your back tightening once more, despite the bag of his mother’s desserts in his grip dangling behind you.

On your tippy toes, you held onto Iwaizumi’s shoulders to balance yourself, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t help it after all. Having the Hajime Iwaizumi confess his feelings to you exceeded your wildest imagination. You knew asking him out for the day would be worth it, despite the interruption on the bridge. Pure joy consumed you, your heartbeat ringing in your ears. In that very moment, you didn’t mind the sound of it.

You could feel the pad of Iwaizumi’s thumb gently stroking your cheek when he tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your head spun, your hands moving on their own to clasp behind the volleyball player’s neck, pulling him in even closer. When you felt a smile forming on Iwaizumi’s lips, you couldn’t help but softly giggle into the kiss. Out of breath, you were the first to pull away.

The dazed, giddy expression on your face when you smiled up at him, out of breath, caused Iwaizumi to blush and chuckle. He was feeling proud of himself, prouder than he had felt in a long time. It was his kiss that took your breath away; not anybody else’s.

For the first time in his life, Hajime Iwaizumi didn’t feel as if he was the second choice.

The look of love in Iwaizumi’s eyes caused you to kiss the corner of the wing spiker’s lips, laying your head on his shoulder afterwards. You gazed up at him, the night sky creating a twinkle in your eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that... and this, for years, you know.”

With a toothy grin and dark blush on his face, Iwaizumi's eyes lingered on yours.

“So… I’m guessing you feel the same way? Or at least I hope you do.”

Laughter escaped both of your mouths, with Iwaizumi gently shushing you with a peck to the lips in order to not disturb your neighbors and sleeping parents. When you met the gaze of the spiky haired boy once more, tears made their way to your eyes. You quickly blinked them away with a chuckle but Iwaizumi used the pads of his thumbs to brush them away. When you cursed at yourself for being dramatic at a time like this, Iwaizumi only smiled and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hajime, I’ve been waiting to confess for the longest time,” You breathed out. “I was going to confess at the bridge, but you know…” You trailed off, biting your bottom lip sheepishly when you heard Iwazumi mutter something about beating Oikawa to pulp. “But you’re right,” Unclasping your hands from behind his neck, you lifted your head up and held onto his biceps, a sweet smile plastered on your face.

“I’m in love with you, Hajime Iwaizumi. And I have been, for the longest time.”

Iwaizumi always thought you looked your best when you wore your hair down, a smile on your lips, wearing whatever made you happy. He always thought you looked gorgeous in your school uniform and thought you were stunning in your volleyball manager attire. But you standing before him, even with a bit of mascara smudged under your eyes and the ends of your hair tangled from the wind, Hajime Iwaizumi thought you looked absolutely perfect, especially in his arms.

Iwaizumi immediately dropped the bagged box of desserts from his grasp behind you, not letting your waist go once. Then he used his leg to kick it to the side of your porch. Your eyebrows furrowed at the ace’s actions and you gently smacked his bicep.

“Jesus, Iwa, the desserts! Be careful with themー”

Iwaizumi grinned and lifted both of his hands to gently cup your face in his palms. You fell silent immediately.

“Fuck the desserts,” was the last thing he said before pressing his lips onto yours once again.

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second choice, pt. 5

everybody say, “thank you, oikawa” <3

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 2,832

part six here

The chuckling had quieted down, the only sounds coming from the pond and occasional breeze. Green eyes watched you as you stopped toying with the navy blue fabric. Placing your hand back at your side, you lifted your gaze to look around. As expected, it was just you and Iwaizumi, who stood quietly with a thoughtful expression. Without missing a beat, realization had struck you.

You always told yourself that you’d never ‘schedule’ your confession to the wing spiker; thankfully, you kept that promise. After all, embarrassing as it was, you chose to follow the cliche ‘right timing’ tactic you read about in countless romance novels. Assuming that you’d simply know when the timing was right, you weren’t absolutely certain you’d be able to tell specifically when that was. It was simply hope that you clung onto for the past two years.

Looking at Iwaizumi, whose eyes were crinkled in delight when he spotted a baby koi fish, you finally understood how the main character in a romance novel felt about timing. Just the two of you standing on the bridge with the sun about to set, everything about the situation seemed perfect.

When green eyes turned to look at you, suddenly everything made sense. Somehow, you could tell that this was the right time. This was the moment you’d been waiting for.

“Hajime,” Your voice sounded unfamiliar to your ears, especially when you used Iwaizumi’s first name. Regardless, you refused to back down.

The look in your eyes when you looked up at him was different than what Iwaizumi was used to seeing. Your eyes usually held a warm cheerfulness behind them, even though they’d waver at times. The spiky haired boy, being one of your good friends, didn’t have trouble reading your emotions most of the time. Sure, there were instances when you were able to conceal your true feelings (much more than he could ever begin to imagine), but he often saw through the facade.

Looking at you now, Iwaizumi noticed that your eyes didn’t waver once under his gaze; it was almost as if there was a fire that had been ignited behind them. He found himself straightening his posture when he realized you used his first name, watching as you took a small step closer to him.

The distance between you and Iwaizumi had gotten even smaller, forcing you to slightly crane your neck to meet his eyes. The feeling of your thankfully gloved nails gently clenching into your palms reminded you to relax your stiff shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak. Iwaizumi didn’t look away once.

“Um… thanks for coming with me, even if it was last minute. You didn’t have to, but I’m really glad you did,” you started. Your mouth felt dry.

Harsher winds began to increase and you pushed your hair out of your face, Iwaizumi instinctively moving to help you tuck strands behind your ears. You blushed at the action, quickly mumbling gratitude to the boy. The small shy smile that formed on the quiet boy’s lips encouraged you to continue.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much. Maybe when Oikawa showed up to the amusement park in those ridiculous plaid shorts,” you paused to giggle at the memory, Iwaizumi following suit. You cleared your throat.

“But today was the most fun I’ve had in a while. And I’m happy that I was able to spend today with you.” The sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, your thoughts threatening to fall into shambles. Your nerves fought to take over, but there was no way you would back out now. You had to do this. It was for your own good.

The sudden breeze did little to cool the burn of your cheeks much to your dismay, but your mouth didn’t stop moving.

“You’ve always been there for me. I know I’m a lucky girl. Like… seriously. You’re an important person to me and you’re one of my favorite people. But as of right now, there’s something I want to— no, have to tell you.”

Looking at Iwaizumi’s face, a person would have to be blind to not notice the red shade that dusted the ace’s cheeks. His pink tinted lips, a bit chapped from the cold, were slightly parted. It wasn’t only you who was a nervous wreck; Iwaizumi was anxiously anticipating your next words.

Busy thinking of what to say next, you didn’t notice Iwaizumi gulp or the way his pupils dilated when he gazed at your small frame. The boy knew he was a bit clueless when it came to you, but he wasn’t stupid. Iwaizumi knew he could be wrong, but it sounded as if you had been preparing yourself for this very moment. Judging by the crimson shade of your cheeks and the way your hands fiddled with the ends of your sweater’s sleeves, a nervous habit of yours that Oikawa teased you about, Iwaizumi was utterly desperate for the possibility of a love confession to spill from your lips.

The mere sight of his handsome face, the face you admired in both your dreams during the daytime and night, gave you the last small push you needed to reveal your feelings for the volleyball player.

“Hajime,” you whispered his name once more, taking a deep breath.

Your fingers stopped fiddling with your sweater. You stared Iwaizumi’s face, whose gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips.

This was it.

“Hajime, I’m in—”

The familiar instrumental tune of the Godzilla theme song suddenly blared, causing you to jolt and clutch at your chest in surprise. Iwaizumi himself had jumped in his spot before the vibrating in his back pocket brought him back to reality.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized, eyebrows furrowing as he quickly pulled out his ringing phone that had interrupted the peaceful setting. A pang of disappointment flooded your chest at your confession being interrupted, but it couldn’t be helped. You simply nodded your head, clearing your throat when your jittery nerves began to relax.

Your confession had been cut off before you could even say the word love. With how Iwaizumi’s lips were parted however, you knew that the wing spiker had a gist of what you were going to say.

Iwaizumi was filled with embarrassment and guilt; whoever was calling him interrupted what you were going to tell him. Without looking at the caller ID, the blushing boy turned around and accepted the call.

“H-Hello?”

“Iwa-chan, why didn’t you tell me you had plans with Y/N!? And why wasn’t I invited?” A very familiar shrill voice shouted into the spiker’s poor eardrums.

Fury and annoyance had quickly bubbled in Iwaizumi’s chest; he could practically feel the vein sticking out of his forehead.

“Why the fuck did you have to call me right now, dumbass? You’ve gotta be kidding... I was— no, we were in the middle of something. Your timing is shit!” Iwaizumi hissed into the phone and slapped his palm against his forehead in annoyance. The sound of your quiet giggles beside him had relaxed some of the ace’s built-up tension; it was as if the bulging vein disappeared from his head. Hearing Iwaizumi refer to the person as a ‘dumbass’, you were certain Oikawa was on the other end of the line.

Not caring about how hurt Oikawa claimed he was about missing out on ice cream with his best friends, Iwaizumi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes in the process. Meanwhile, you leaned against the railing and smiled as you listened to the volleyball player speak to his best friend.

“Oikawa, you are a goddamn pain in the ass. Fine, okay. We can get ice cream another day. Huh? Yeah, yeah, whatever. Shut up, moron. I’m hanging up now. Don’t call me again, seriously.” The green eyed boy hung up the phone and shoved it into his pocket, placing one hand on the back of his neck before turning his head to face you. Embarrassment filled him to the brim and the pink shade returned to his cheeks and ears.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I’ll beat his ass, I promise,” The spiky haired boy spoke and leaned beside you, secretly admiring the way his scarf adorned your neck. He wanted nothing more than to ask you to finish what you were going to say earlier, but refrained himself from doing so; it didn’t seem right. However, the boy had an inkling of what you were going to say… or confess.

Love?, he wondered. I sure fucking hope so.

There’s no other word that would make sense in that context, he thought. Iwaizumi didn’t know whether to feel upset at being interrupted by his best friend or elated at the possibility of you returning his feelings. If you even liked him, that was.

A genuine smile etched its way onto your face before resting your head on your palm. “Don’t worry about it, Iwa. It’s fine,” You chuckled and gazed at the water below, Iwaizumi doing the same, pouting at the koi fish. Fucking Oikawa, he clenched his jaw and sighed, shoulders sagging in the process.

Judging by the way your focus was directed solely on the pond, Iwaizumi was certain you wouldn’t attempt to continue telling him what you wanted to say. Disappointment spread throughout the ace’s chest at the thought of you being embarrassed from the incident earlier.

But for the first time in his life, maybe, just maybe, Iwaizumi would take the initiative and do something about it.

༺♥༻

Minutes passed, the two of you engaging in conversation about the upcoming term next year. Both of you were visibly cold but neither of you said a word, secretly wanting to revel in the feeling of being with each other a bit longer. Iwaizumi had his head slightly tilted as he listened to you complain about upcoming final exams. Your side profile was strikingly beautiful to the volleyball player, even if your eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance at the mere thought of possibly failing the math exam. In the midst of your words however, the boy quickly turned his head and quietly sneezed before excusing himself.

You yourself began to notice your cheeks going numb from the bitter cold of the November air. The sun, now hidden behind the clouds, was also on the verge of setting. Glancing at Iwaizumi’s now shivering frame, you realized the boy had given you his scarf and gloves. Guilt automatically consumed you.

“Iwa, I think we should start heading back,” you said, referring to the train station. “You’re gonna get sick and it’ll be my fault,” You stepped away from the railing to take the gloves off of your hands in order to put them back on his. Before you could slip the garments off, Iwaizumi gently swatted at your hands.

“Y/N, I swear if you don’t keep them on... I’m fine, I promise.” He reassured and shoved his bare hands into the pockets of his jacket. Knowing how stubborn Iwaizumi could be and the fact that you both were going to turn into human popsicles if you didn’t leave for the train station soon, you didn’t argue. “Fine,” you huffed, accepting defeat. “But we have to speed walk because I don’t think I can feel my face anymore.”

After taking one last glance at the koi fish, you and Iwaizumi made your way to the park’s exit and down the familiar street. Thankfully, the station was only about a fifteen minute walk from the park. The two of you chatted about a variety of things, both of your shoulders brushing against each other as you walked; it wasn’t as if neither of you minded.

When the white lights of the street lamps flickered on, you watched the ace bring his hands to his lips, quietly blowing heat into his palms. The sight of Iwaizumi trying to keep warm while you wore his gloves and scarf caused your guilt to multiply. It was about five minutes before arriving at the station when you stopped in your steps.

Iwaizumi stopped walking, confusion evident on his face. His eyebrow raised.

“You okay, Y/N?”

Taking off the glove, you turned to gently lift the volleyball player’s right hand, sliding the garment back on him. An instinctive sigh of relief escaped Iwaizumi at the feeling of warmth that enveloped his numb hand, his protest for you to keep the glove on halted. The bitter cold air struck your now bare hand, but you couldn’t imagine the discomfort Iwaizumi must have felt ever since he lent you his gloves. How was it not snowing yet?

“I’m fine, but you aren’t. You’re gonna get sick, Iwa,” you scolded before moving to slip the left glove off.

Before you could take the fabric off, the feeling of something calloused, yet soft, was wrapped around your right hand. Looking down, you realized that Iwaizumi had placed his bare, cold hand on top of your own. With widened eyes, you stared when the boy took the initiative to suddenly intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Keep the glove on, I’m fine like this.” The volleyball player spoke, resting your locked hands down at your sides. Even under the darkening sky, the red in his cheeks was visible; you didn’t look any different. You swallowed, your legs moving only when Iwaizumi began to lead the way. “Haji, why are we…” You trailed off, giving his hand a soft squeeze. You didn’t have to finish your question to get the question across. Although your left hand was the one wearing the glove, your right hand felt warmer.

“The station might be busy,” Iwaizumi squeezed your hand back, his grip firm but gentle. “I just don’t want you getting lost or anything, that’s all,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. One thing he knew for a fact was that he couldn’t make eye contact with you, at least not in that moment.

The train station appeared in your sight, the area nearly empty with only a few people scattered about. Much to your dismay, your mouth moved before you could think.

“Huh… it’s practically dead in here,” you noted. Immediately, you pursed your lips together in annoyance. You inwardly cursed at yourself.

Y/N, for the love of God, shut the hell up. Do you want him to let go of your fucking hand?

Much to your surprise, Iwaizumi’s grip on your hand didn’t loosen. With his eyes locked on the boarding area for the train home, the green eyed boy simply squeezed your hand once more before letting out a hum to let you know that he heard you.

After purchasing the tickets, the two of you boarded the train and sat side by side, comfortable silence in the air. Regardless of being on the train already, neither of you let go of the other’s hand. The sound of the train moving along the tracks was enough to cause your eyes to flutter with exhaustion, but you were determined to stay awake.

It was only until Iwaizumi wordlessly lifted his gloved hand to gently lay your head on his shoulder much to your surprise, when you allowed your eyelids to fall. Nuzzling your nose into the pine-scented scarf, the feeling of Iwaizumi’s thumb softly rubbing against your warm hand interlocked with his was enough to lull you to sleep.

༺♥༻

“If your mom gets upset with you for being out all day, I’ll personally apologize myself.”

Folding both arms behind your back, you kicked a small pebble out of the path of the sidewalk. You and Iwaizumi were currently walking down the familiar streets of the town, the boy insisting on walking you home since it was dark out. The train ride was a bit longer than expected, but time flew by since you were sound asleep... on Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

Even though you had a memory foam mattress, it couldn’t compare to sleeping against the boy you were smitten with. If you could replace your mattress with Hajime Iwaizumi, you most definitely would.

Twinkling stars in the sky seemed to illuminate the way to your house, the windows of some houses lit up from their dining rooms. It was a bit late in the evening already; were your parents still awake? The thought fled your mind when Iwaizumi chuckled, using both hands to lift up the bag of boxed desserts he had purchased earlier that day.

“I told you, Y/N. My mom won’t be able to resist these bad boys.” He triumphantly smirked, patting the top of the box.

You let out a laugh, gently shoving the tall boy with your shoulder. “You’re such a dork,” Iwaizumi turned with furrowed eyebrows to stare at you, but you held both hands up in mock surrender. “But it's fitting!” You finished off with a mockingly sweet grin. Iwaizumi only jokingly told you to shut up before looking up ahead once again. He hoped you couldn’t see the grin on his lips.

The boy knew he was smitten with you… but he didn’t mind one bit.

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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second choice, pt. 4

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 1,885

part five here

Your face burned at how blunt your words sounded when spoken aloud and it took extreme self-control to not facepalm yourself in embarrassment. You nervously bit the inside of your cheek.

That definitely sounded better in my head, you thought.

The only sounds you could hear were the shuffling of your feet beside Iwaizumi. The ace however, was taken aback by your response and had remained silent to gather his thoughts.

She wanted to spend time with me? Wouldn’t she want to spend time with Oikawa instead since she likes him?

Unable to hold his words back, the blushing boy had blurted out the question that had bothered him for months.

“Y/N, do you like Oikawa? Romantically, I mean,” He asked, his voice slightly wavering. Nonetheless, he didn’t look away from your face; he wanted to see your entire reaction. Iwaizumi was terrified to hear what you were going to say next. Even though he was hoping you didn’t feel that way towards his best friend, the spiker knew there was a low possibility of you returning his feelings anyways. Despite his self-doubt, your answer still mattered to him. When he heard you chuckle, Iwaizumi was confused.

“You keep asking me questions about Oikawa, Iwa,” you sighed and twirled the pom-pom keychain on your purse. “I won’t ask why, but this is the last time we’re bringing him up today.” You teasingly scolded the ace with a small grin, approving of his quick nod.

“I think Oikawa is extremely attractive, not to mention charming. He’s incredibly sweet,” you started off.

Gross. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but grimace.

“But I only see him as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less,” you shrugged your shoulders. The adrenaline in your veins gave you the courage to say one last thing. You turned your head and cheekily grinned at Iwaizumi’s indistinguishable expression. “I do like someone else though, even though he’s pretty clueless for a smart person.”

Iwaizumi felt his chest constrict at your words but he resisted the intense urge to question who the lucky person was. Although he was silent when the two of you continued to walk, the volleyball player’s mind was filled with questions. If you didn’t like Oikawa in a romantic way, which other boy were you interested in? Iwaizumi was aware of your friend circle; the only boys you interacted with were on the volleyball team. As far as he knew, you weren’t into younger guys so he could count out the underclassmen. Iwaizumi also wasn’t suspicious of either Hanamaki and Matsukawa since jokesters weren’t your type. So who the hell could it be?

Unless the person was from another school.

Hajime had to stop himself from clenching his fists at the thought of you swooning over a student from Karasuno. Or Date Tech. Maybe Shiratorizawa? Please God, not Shiratorizawa, he pleaded internally. But in truth, the school didn’t matter. Although he was desperate to know who the mystery boy was, Iwaizumi respected your privacy. If you wanted to tell him who the boy was, Iwaizumi would allow you to do so on your own merit.

He just really wished it was him.

“You see that over there?” Your voice broke the green eyed boy’s train of thought. Startled, Iwaizumi looked in the direction of your finger. When his eyes landed on what you were pointing to, he was surprised. How did he not see that earlier? It was nearly impossible to miss. Iwaizumi quickly looked at you, only to be met with your twinkling eyes. Despite the icy air, you felt warm inside. The beaming smile on Iwaizumi’s face was definitely worth the cold walk. It was the giddy sparkle in your eyes that warmed Iwaizumi’s cheeks.

“I figured you’d like it. But,” You slid your purse off and clutched it to your chest. The spiky haired boy watched you, oblivious to what you were about to initiate. Before he could question you, your body positioned itself into a running stance. “The last one there loses!” You shouted and took off. Iwaizumi blinked to himself, clearly at a loss for words. Seconds later, the blushing wing spiker found himself running after you, shouting at you to be careful.

༺♥༻

“All I’m saying is that you should’ve never tried to go up against me,” Iwaizumi snickered, the rare sight of a smug smirk making you roll your eyes.

“Well someone’s cocky,” You flicked the volleyball player’s forehead, eliciting a small groan from the tall boy. “But we all know that I let you win.” You grinned.

There the two of you stood, on top of the wooden arched bridge that hovered above the koi fish pond you had grown to love over the years. Watching the koi fish never failed to comfort you, even if you had always done so alone when visiting Osaki. Today however, was different. Although you felt as if the pond was a ‘secret’ of yours, you decided to bring the special boy who meant just as much to you, along.

Despite the many clouds in the sky, a bit of sunlight had been able to shine through. The branches of willow trees that dangled over the pond that was scattered with lily pads was truly a sight to behold. With his body leaning against the railing of the wooden bridge, one would assume that Iwaizumi would be focused on the swimming koi fish just below him. After all, he was surprisingly fond of fish; the beautiful scenery before him was an additional plus. Iwaizumi never took mother nature for granted. But if that was truly the case, why couldn’t the green eyed boy take his eyes off of you?

Beside him, you were also against the bridge, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. From the way strands of your hair fell onto your face because of the wind, to the way a small crinkle formed at the corner of your right eye when you smiled down at the pond, Iwaizumi noticed it all.

The distance between you wasn’t large by any means; it was close enough for the boy to truly study your features. The fading acne scar on your cheek, the tiny zit on your chin, a small beauty mark or two in different places. The way your mascara was a bit smudged under your lower lashes due to moving around the entire day, walking through the smoke of barbecues at the festival. The way your lipgloss had naturally faded away even after you reapplied, but hints of the color remained, reminding Iwaizumi of strawberries on a warm, summer day.

Despite what you’d consider flaws, he thought you still looked breathtaking. Before today, neither of you had been so close in proximity physically; everything was always from a distance. However, after spending the entire day with you, the hours filled with laughter, teasing, and smiles, Iwaizumi had never felt closer to any other person, physically or emotionally.

A large koi fish had caught your attention, surprising you at how its white scales sparkled from under the water. “Haji, look at that one!” With widened eyes and a beaming grin, you placed a hand on his arm. Lifting your gaze away from the pond, you turned your head to face the boy beside you, whose green eyes were already on yours.

You had never had the chance to really look at Iwaizumi’s face before, especially not up close. Hajime’s dark brown hair actually had a few lighter strands, a likely result of being out in the sun for hours on end in the summer. His warm green eyes had flecks of grey within, framed by the long dark lashes always made your knees weak. You could tell that his pink lips were soft, seeing as Iwaizumi always applied a layer of Burt’s Bees lip balm; you could smell the faint scent of peppermint from where you were standing. From the obvious details to the smaller ones such as the very few fading acne scars and the small chicken pox scar Iwaizumi had next to his left eye, your mouth became dry. He was just so handsome.

Iwaizumi felt his cheeks burn at the thought of you observing his features. The way your eyes wandered across his face caused the volleyball player to purse his lips together, a wave of shyness washing over him. Was there something on his face?

Suddenly, you felt a small itch in your nose. Quickly, you turned away to quietly sneeze, awkwardly grinning afterwards. “Oh, excuse me,” you sniffled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear to face the boy once again. This time, Iwaizumi’s lips were formed into a small frown.

Way to ruin the moment, Y/N. You sighed to yourself and pulled your sleeves out far enough to bury your clenched hands underneath the turtleneck.

“It’s pretty cold, huh? Even so— Iwa? What are you...”

Iwaizumi stood straight, eyebrows furrowed as he began to undo his scarf. With a sigh and click of his tongue, he expertly wrapped the navy blue fabric around your neck, lifting your hair out of the way. Frozen at his sudden action, your arms felt like jell-o at your sides.

“Geez, you’re gonna to get sick, Y/N. Why didn’t you bring a scarf in the first place? Or gloves?” Iwaizumi gently scolded, huffing in the process. His green eyes were quick to glance at your clenched fists that were hiding underneath your now-extended sleeves.

The feeling of Iwaizumi’s body heat along with his signature pine scent that lingered on his scarf caused blood to rush to your face. You were sure you’d pass out at any given moment. Much to your luck (and confusion), you remained conscious, staring at the boy with wide eyes, especially when he began to remove the black gloves from his hands.

“Iwa,” You called out, placing a hand on his to stop his actions. “You don’t have to do that,” you mumbled, your eyes darting away from his face in embarrassment. If you thought you had been shy around the volleyball player before, this situation took the cake. You couldn’t help but stare at your makeshift sweater paws.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. If you catch a cold—“

“Iwa-chan, what are you, my mom?”

The infamous death glare Iwaizumi sent in your direction to intimidate you only caused a loud laugh to escape your lips. It wasn’t long before you accidentally snorted, causing you to cover your mouth to laugh even more. At the sound of your snort, the ace’s frown morphed into a smile before he chuckled himself. With a lopsided grin, Iwaizumi began to slide his gloves on to your ice cold hands. You didn’t stop him.

“Even without him here, it’s almost as if Shittykawa’s presence remains.”

“You make it sound like he’s dead, Iwa.”

“He will be if he keeps influencing you like this, you dummy.”

Iwaizumi’s teasing smile made you grin cheekily. There was truly no other person in the world that could compare to the boy leaning his side against the railing before you.

“Shush,” you joked and used your now gloved hand to play with the ends of the soft scarf around your neck. It wasn’t just any scarf though.

It was Iwaizumi’s.

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