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[tsumusangxl]

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ʚ chapter three

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!OC x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ

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I agreed to meet him, but I hesitated before replying. Seeing him once was enough to let everything I’ve been holding back come rushing in.

We chose the park. Or rather, I did. The most secluded part I could find — quiet enough to think, quiet enough to breathe before the storm.

Sitting on the bench feels like its own kind of torture. Ten minutes here and the park is already haunting me with memories of a young Hinata and a younger, more naive me.

I could use the time to plan what I’ll say, but I’m not the one who asked for this talk. It was him. He has to start it. He has to explain it.

From a distance, I see him — tanned skin, that same obnoxious orange hair. Who else could it be?

Our eyes meet, and his pace quickens.

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling?

“Hey…” he says softly, a nervous edge under the warmth. Trying to break the silence.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You don’t get to smile.”

Silence again.

He sits, fidgeting with his hands.

“I—I didn’t think you’d agree to this, honestly. I don’t even know where to start—”

“Then let me help you.” I cut him off. “How about where it all went wrong?”

He takes a breath. Looks straight ahead.

“When I moved to Brazil, I thought I could balance volleyball and… you. Of course I did. But after a few months… everything crumbled. I struggled with the language, with volleyball. I felt alone for the first time in years.”

“Okay. But why stop contacting me?”

“Because I felt like a failure. And you—you were out there chasing your own dreams. I didn’t want to drag you down with my problems.”

He sighs.

“When things got better, I thought about texting you. A hundred times. But every time I opened our chat… I didn’t know what to write.”

“Anything,” I say, my voice low but sharp. “That’s all I needed. Anything.”

“You stopped checking in. I waited, and I waited, but nothing came. Birthdays passed, and every time I thought, maybe this year… I just got silence.”

“I used to defend you to everyone, even when I was falling apart inside.”

I look him dead in the eyes.

“You were my best friend, Hinata. I was — and I still am — cheering for you. Even when you forgot me.”

It feels good to finally say it. To finally let it out.

His eyes meet mine.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry for being a coward.”

“I can’t forgive you. Not right now.”

“I figured.” He doesn’t look surprised. Just sad.

“I’m not the same girl you knew, Hinata.”

“I know,” he says. “I saw it yesterday.”

He hesitates.

“Do you think we can fix this? Or talk again?”

“I’ll think about it.” I stand.

“Goodbye, Hinata.”

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ʚ chapter two

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!OC x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ small flashback, tension

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Not a second passed after I saw him— and the memories flooded in like a dam breaking.

The missed calls. The unanswered messages. The silent birthday wishes. The broken promises.

All of it. At once.

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It was a Sunday. Late spring, the kind of day where the cherry blossoms had already fallen and the rain wouldn’t let up.

I remember watching it trail down the window, slow and steady, like it had nowhere better to be.

My phone sat beside me on the couch, face-up. I wasn’t waiting. Not really. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

But every time the screen lit up, I looked. And every time it didn’t, I looked anyway.

He said he’d text me after training.

“Just a quick session,” he’d promised. “I’ll call after.”

I checked the clock. 3:12 PM. 4:07. 5:40.

The sky darkened. The room stayed quiet. And somewhere between the sixth time I refreshed my messages and the second cup of lukewarm tea, I realized—

He wasn’t going to call. Not because he forgot. Not because he couldn’t. But because I didn’t matter enough to remember.

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My grip tightened around my iced coffee, jolted back into the present.

I didn’t hear Naomi calling my name. Not the first time. Not the second. Probably not the third or fourth, either.

Everything snapped back the moment I saw him walking toward us.

Smiling.

He’s smiling. Like this is a happy reunion. Like nothing happened. Like he didn’t disappear for three years and take half of me with him.

The moment he sits down, the air shifts.

Kenma finally looks up from his phone, a flicker of confusion crossing his face—followed by something close to... happiness?

I can’t really blame him. He and Hinata have been friends since high school. Their friendship was built on games and chaos and late-night Discord calls. But still—how is it so easy for him to smile?

Naomi and Akaashi immediately pick up on the tension. I can see it in the way Naomi’s fingers pause mid-stir, the way Akaashi glances between me and Hinata with that unreadable editor face of his.

But no one says anything. No one addresses the elephant that just sat down across from me, smiling like we’re old friends at a reunion instead of two ghosts sitting in the same room.

All I can focus on is how effortlessly he slips into conversation with Kenma and Akaashi. Like nothing happened. Like he didn’t vanish. Like he didn’t leave me behind and never look back.

And then—

“Hey, Suki! It’s been a while,” he says, cheerful like always.

My blood goes cold.

How is it this easy for him? How can he act like we’re fine?

“Yeah.” That’s all I give him. My voice flat. Detached. My eyes on my notes like they suddenly became the most fascinating thing in the world.

He doesn’t pick up the cue—or maybe he does and ignores it.

“How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

I glance at him. Briefly.

“Good.” One word. Nothing more.

“Didn’t expect to see everyone here today!” he laughs, like it’s all a pleasant surprise.

Only he could sound happier the more unwelcome he is.

“Clearly,” I reply, sharp and cold.

That gets him. He flinches—barely—but I see it.

Good.

He doesn’t get to walk in here like a memory I asked for.

Not after erasing himself from mine.

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The silence stretches.

Too long to be comfortable. Too short to be ignored.

My heart’s racing, but I keep my expression blank, eyes locked on a sentence I’ve read six times without processing a single word.

Hinata keeps talking. Nervous energy crackling in his voice. He laughs at something Kenma says, and for a second, it almost feels like nothing’s changed.

But everything has.

Naomi taps her nail softly against her mug, the only sound besides clinking spoons and forced laughter.

Then—

“You missed her birthday,” Kenma says suddenly, still staring at his phone like he didn’t just drop a bomb on the table. “Twice.”

The words hit the table harder than any silence could.

Hinata freezes.

His smile falters.

“I… I meant to. I just—things were so busy in Brazil, and the time zone, and—”

“Training was more important,” I cut in, eyes finally meeting his.

That stops him cold.

Akaashi shifts in his seat, watching me like I’m a match hovering near an open flame. Naomi doesn’t say anything, but her hand drifts subtly closer to mine, just in case.

“Suki,” Hinata starts, softer now, “I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t,” I say. “Not here.”

He falls silent. And it’s the first time since he walked in that he really looks like he doesn’t know what to do.

I go back to staring at my notes, but the words blur together like they’ve melted under pressure.

The table is too quiet now. No more jokes from Kenma. No more updates from Akaashi. Even Naomi looks like she’s holding her breath.

Hinata’s still there. Across from me. Watching me like he’s trying to recognize someone he lost.

He doesn’t realize I’ve changed because of him—not in spite of him.

I can feel my throat tighten. My chest gets heavy, like grief trying to find a way out.

I need to go.

“I’ll be back,” I mutter, grabbing my bag before anyone can stop me.

Naomi starts to move, but I shake my head—just barely.

She gets it.

I step outside, and the moment the café door closes behind me, I finally breathe.

The sky is still grey, still undecided between clearing up or falling apart.

Kind of like me.

I lean against the brick wall and close my eyes. For the first time in years, I feel like I’m nineteen again.

Alone. Waiting. Hoping for something that was never going to come.

And now he’s here—Hinata Shoyo in the flesh, acting like the past is just some minor inconvenience to be laughed off.

I pull my phone out, if only to give my hands something to do.

Then it buzzes.

Hinata Shoyo: Can we talk? Just us?

I stare at it.

He finally decides to talk.

Funny how people only find their voice when it’s convenient for them.

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ʚ chapter one

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!OC x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ

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Most students spend their Sundays hungover in bed, recovering from a night of bad decisions and cheap alcohol.

Not me.

It’s my last year of university, and I take it seriously—especially after wasting most of my freshman year sulking through everything and barely passing.

Outside, Osaka is blanketed in soft grey clouds. The kind of sky that makes you want to stay inside, wrap yourself in a blanket, and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

Instead, I’m here. In a café. Sipping my second iced coffee of the day.

My laptop is open, my psychology notes untouched. The textbook beside me seems to glare in judgment. I haven’t made any progress since I sat down. The guilt’s already settled in—warm and unwanted, like the over-sweet syrup melting in my drink.

Naomi sits across from me, stirring her tea with that look that says she’s noticed everything I haven’t said.

“I can see smoke coming out of your head,” she says. “Either you’re overanalyzing your life again or you’re planning to murder someone.”

I sigh. “Just thinking.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at your screen for over twenty minutes. You haven’t touched your textbook.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just… a lot on my mind.” I give her a smile that even I don’t believe.

She doesn’t push. She never does.

But I know she sees straight through me.

We’ve been close since freshman year—met through Kenma. She and Kenma are high school sweethearts and disgustingly inseparable. I say that with love. Mostly.

She and Kenma are high school sweethearts and inseparable, which is sickenly cute.

Just as I’m considering whether another iced coffee will make me feel better or worse, the café door chimes.

Kenma walks in first—hood up, eyes half-shielded behind his bangs. He looks the same as always: like he’d rather be anywhere but here, yet still chose to show up.

Akaashi follows a few steps behind, a leather-bound notebook tucked under his arm. Sharp as always. Calm as hell. The kind of person who remembers what everyone ordered without writing it down.

Naomi perks up when she sees them, scooting over to make room.

Kenma slides into the seat next to her, immediately leaning against her shoulder like a drained cat. She smiles, already reaching for the second cup of tea she ordered for him.

“Rough night?” I ask.

“People wouldn’t stop screaming in my stream chat.” His voice is quiet, borderline monotone. “I told them to shut up. They didn’t.”

“You’re too famous now,” Naomi says, handing him the tea.

“I didn’t ask to be.”

Akaashi takes the seat beside me, setting his notebook down. “Morning,” he says, like it’s not already early afternoon.

I nod. “Hey. Surprised you’re not buried under manuscripts.”

“I brought them with me.” He lifts the notebook slightly in explanation. “I was already editing when Kenma texted me.”

“I told him you were spiraling,” Kenma adds. “Suki. Not you.”

I narrow my eyes. “I wasn’t spiraling.”

“You were definitely spiraling,” Naomi and Kenma say in unison.

Akaashi offers a faint smile. “You do tend to go quiet when something’s eating at you.”

“I’m not—” I pause, then sigh. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

I don’t tell them what it really is.

That today feels heavy for no reason.

That I woke up thinking of someone I haven’t thought about in months—and then couldn’t stop.

That sometimes I miss being seventeen and believing people would always stay.

Naomi reaches for a sugar packet. “I’m thinking of ramen later.”

“God,” Kenma groans. “Can I exist for five minutes without carbs attacking me?”

“You can stay home,” she says sweetly.

“I’ll go if there’s gyoza,” Akaashi murmurs, flipping open his notebook. He’s already scanning a page, multitasking with unnatural precision.

I reach for my drink, letting the chatter wash over me. This—whatever this quiet chaos is—it’s the most stable part of my life.

And then—

The door chimes. Again.

I glance toward the entrance, more out of habit than curiosity.

And my heart stops.

Standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath like he just ran a mile to get here, is Hinata Shoyo.

Same messy orange hair. Same wide eyes. Same gravity-defying energy.

He’s smiling.

Like no time has passed.

Like he didn’t disappear without a word.

Like I’m not still carrying the silence he left behind.

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ʚ chapter zero

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!OC x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ no warnings

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The first time I saw Hinata Shoyo as my best friend, we were four or five, running barefoot through the backyard.

Our laughter blended with the warm afternoon sun, the grass still smelling freshly cut, our mothers sitting on the porch with cold drinks in hand. I remember him turning to me, red-faced and breathless, and promising to take me around the world—wherever I wanted to go.

Back then, we lived on promises like that. We reminded each other of them like they were written in stone.

In middle school, he came up to me out of nowhere and declared, “I’m going to be a professional volleyball player.”

I laughed. “Do you even know how to play?”

But I believed him. And I supported him—always.

I helped him get into Karasuno. I helped him study when his grades nearly got him benched. I was there, on the sidelines, at every Spring High Tournament, cheering him on like it mattered more than anything else.

So when he told me he was flying to Brazil—to train, to grow, to become the best player Japan has ever seen—I didn’t question it.

He promised to call me every day.

And I believed him.

A year later. November 2nd. My 19th birthday.

No call.

No message.

Midnight came and went. Silence.

That was the day I stopped believing in Hinata Shoyo.

Now I’m 21. A psychology student at the University of Osaka. The kind of person who analyzes emotions for a living—yet still can’t explain the ache that creeps in when I think of him.

Since my 19th birthday, I haven’t heard from him. Not once.

No apology. No check-in. No goodbye.

Just distance. Just time.

Our friendship didn’t end with a fight. It faded. Quietly. Like dust settling in a room I forgot I left open.

Our promises? Forgotten.

But the hurt? That stayed.

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[tsumusangxl]

Hey guys, it’s been a while since I posted and there is a reason for it. I need to clear my head and start over.

I’d like to adress a few things.

1. I took a break from writing Mending hearts because I didn’t like how the story developed. It felt like I was putting Hinata into a bad lighting and I tried to avoid it as good as I could but it still felt like I did my boy Hinata wrong.

2. Another reason why I took a break is, I wanted to outline other ideas before continuing with Mending Hearts.

3. Changes will happen to Mending hearts. The love triangle will stay and I will try my best to give both boys justice. Also expect rewriting of the current chapters. I’m currently working on chapter one.

4. Expect an announcement of a new story which I will try to write while fixing Mending hearts.

5. I scratched the whole social media aspect in the story because I didn’t like it at all. It felt tacky. I will still make twitter or Insta accounts for the characters but only for the introduction. Also the story will now have OC to make it easier for me to keep up with the characters.

That being said the polls are still a big part of my interactive stories, do not worry but they will not effect the story as much as before.

[tsumusangxl]

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chapter eight ʚ [the promise]

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ flashbacks, third person pov, not proof read

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August, 2003 (elementary school)

The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. Hinata and Y/n trudged up the grassy hill that overlooked their sleepy little town, the same hill they’d been climbing since they were old enough to chase after each other.

Hinata darted ahead, his wild orange hair catching the fading sunlight as he carried a tattered soccer ball under his arm. He turned back with a grin, shouting, “Hurry up, Y/n! You’re going to miss the best part!”

She rolled her eyes, panting as she climbed the hill. “The sun sets every day, you know. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, but it’s the best from up here!” Hinata declared, dropping onto the grass at the top. He held the ball up like a trophy, grinning as if he’d just conquered the world. “I bet when I’m older, I’ll have a view like this every day. I’ll go on adventures, and I’ll find the coolest places in the world!”

Y/n reached the top and flopped down beside him, groaning dramatically. “You and your adventures. You act like you’re going to be Indiana Jones or something.”

Hinata laughed, falling back into the grass and spreading his arms wide. “Why not? I could be an explorer! Or maybe a hero! Someone who makes everyone smile. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll do something so cool, people can’t help but cheer me on.”

She tilted her head, studying him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “You just want people to like you, don’t you?”

Hinata sat up, his grin softening into something more thoughtful. “I mean, yeah. Who doesn’t? But it’s not just that. I want to make people happy. Like… when you win a game, or when you figure out something hard in class, and everyone claps for you. That feeling is awesome. I want to do something like that.”

Y/n picked at a blade of grass, her expression thoughtful. “I think you already do that. You make everyone smile, Hinata. Even when they’re mad or sad, you just… make things better.”

Hinata blinked, surprised. “You really think so?”

She nodded, meeting his gaze with a small smile. “Yeah. You’re like the sun, you know? Always shining, even when it’s cloudy.”

His grin returned, brighter than ever. “Then I’ll make a promise. No matter what I end up doing, I’ll keep shining. And you’ll be there, right? To see it?”

The little girl laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Of course. Someone has to keep you from getting a big head.”

“Hey!” Hinata pouted but quickly broke into a laugh, tossing the ball into the air and catching it with ease. “Okay, then. What about you? What’s your big dream?”

Y/n hesitated, her fingers tightening around the grass. “I don’t know. Something that makes me happy. Like… helping people, maybe as a doctor? Or something like that.”

Hinata tilted his head, his expression curious and a little awestruck. “That’s awesome! You could save so many people! That would make you a hero as well. You could be my sidekick!”

“Sidekick?” she raised an eyebrow, feigning offense.

“Fine, fine! Co-heroes,” Hinata amended, laughing. “Either way, you’ll do something amazing, too. I know it.”

Y/n felt her chest warm at his words. She looked out at the horizon, the golden light casting everything in a dreamy glow. “Thanks, Hinata. I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to try. You will,” he said with a firm nod.

For a while, they sat in companionable silence, listening to the gentle rustle of the wind and the distant hum of life in the town below.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Hinata held out his pinky. “Promise me something. No matter what happens, we’ll both keep chasing our dreams. Deal?”

Y/n hooked her pinky around his, their fingers locking in a solemn bond. “Deal.”

Hinata grinned, his voice softening. “See? You’re stuck with me now.”

She giggled, leaning back into the grass. “And you’re stuck with me.”

For that moment, everything felt infinite—the kind of memory that time couldn’t erase, no matter how far apart they might drift.

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notes ʚ

ʚ happy new year everyone, this chapter was ready to be published for a few weeks now but sadly I couldn't post it sooner that anticipated

ʚ this chapter shows an important aspect of hinata's and y/n's friendship

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chapter seven ʚ [the meet up]

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ not proofread

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October 2018, Osaka

The weather had grown colder as late October settled in, with the air crisp and the leaves beginning to paint the streets in shades of gold and red. It was the perfect weather for a quiet afternoon, and you’d arranged to meet Iwa in person.

The soft hum of the café was comforting as you sat at a corner table, absently stirring your coffee while your gaze drifted to the window. It had been a month since Hinata had reached out. A full month. Time seemed to move differently now—slower, maybe, or maybe just more complicated.

Running a finger around the rim of the cup, lost in thought. Has your reaction been too harsh? Too sudden? You could still feel the sting of anger from that day, the frustration of not having the answers you needed. But as the days passed, it felt more and more like you were avoiding the inevitable conversation you had to have with yourself.

Was it really that simple? Could you really move on just like that, with no closure, no explanation? You had spent so long shutting him out, but now, in the quiet of the café, your thoughts circled back to him, questioning your decision. Were you overreacting? Were you being unfair to someone who had once been so close to you?

It wasn’t just about him, though. It was about everything—the past, the hurt, the loss. You couldn’t ignore it, not completely. But did you want to face it? Did you even know how to face it?

The sound of the door opening pulled you from the thoughts, and you glanced up. Iwa had entered, his tall frame easy to spot even in a crowded café. His eyes scanned the room before landing on yours, and his face broke into a small smile as he made his way over.

“Hey,” he greeted casually as he sat down across from her. “Sorry, for being late.”

“Don’t worry. You had a long drive,” you smiled, relieved by his presence. “I was just... thinking."

Iwa raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from casual to curious. "About what?"

You hesitated, the memory of Hinata still fresh, like an unspoken weight. But you quickly pushed it aside. "Just... life. A lot of things have changed recently."

Iwa’s gaze softened, a small understanding flickering in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, but not in a defensive way—more like he was giving you the space to open up if you wanted to.

"Yeah, I get that. I’ve been thinking a lot about how different everything is, too." He paused, as if weighing his words. "But there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you and I wanted to do that in person."

Your stomach tightened, instinctively bracing yourself. "What’s that?"

"How are you really feeling about everything? About... Hinata reaching out to you again."

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon. Biting your lip, trying to keep your composure. "I don’t know, Iwa. I guess I’m still figuring it out."

Iwa didn’t let it go. His voice softened but was firm, the kind of tone he used when he wanted you to be honest. "You know, you can’t run from this forever. I know you want to move past it, but that doesn’t mean ignoring it."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, staring at the coffee swirling in your cup. You had wanted to avoid this conversation– you weren't ready for it. "I just... I don’t want to think about it right now, okay? I don’t have the time or the energy."

Iwa’s gaze stayed on you, and you could see the concern in his eyes. "I get it. But it’s not something you can just push aside. You have to deal with it if you ever want to move on."

You felt your chest tighten at his words. You wanted to say something, to explain yourself, but nothing came out. The silence stretched between them before you finally broke it, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe I don’t want to move on." The words hung in the air like a confession you hadn’t meant to make. "Maybe I just want to forget everything and keep going with my life."

Iwa’s expression softened, but there was a hint of hurt in his eyes. He didn’t push you, but you could tell he was concerned. "I’m just trying to help, you know? I want to understand what you’re going through."

You looked away, feeling the weight of your emotions settle like a heavy cloud. "I don’t need you to understand. I just need time," you muttered.

The words felt harsh, and you instantly regretted them. You looked back at him, guilt surging. "I’m sorry," you added quickly, your tone softening. "I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I don’t know what to feel right now."

Iwa’s lips parted as if to respond, but he simply nodded, his eyes thoughtful. "I get it. I won’t push you. Just know that I’m here when you’re ready to talk."

You managed a small, tired smile. "Thanks, Iwa. I just need some time, that’s all."

The conversation shifted after that, as you talked about lighter things—his return to Japan, his job, and the changes in your lives. But even as you chatted, the weight of your unspoken thoughts lingered between you.

The silence between them grew heavier, and you knew it was your fault. You had pushed too hard, lashed out when you hadn’t meant to, and now Iwa was sitting across from you, his expression unreadable but not entirely unkind. The guilt sat like a weight in your chest.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the stillness. “Why don’t we get out of here?” You blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “What?”

Iwa leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “Let’s change the scenery. This place is nice and all, but I think you need some fresh air. It might help clear your head.”

Your first instinct was to refuse, to insist that you were fine right where you were. But something about the way he said it—the casual way he offered an escape without pushing you—made you pause.

“I don’t know...” you hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

Iwa raised an eyebrow. “Come on. It’s not like I’m dragging you to a party or anything. Just a walk. Or we could grab something to eat, whatever you feel like. No pressure.”

The thought of being anywhere but the café was daunting, but it was also oddly appealing. You had been sitting with your thoughts for too long, and maybe, just maybe, stepping outside of this bubble would help you breathe a little easier.

“Okay,” you said finally, voice soft but firm. “Where are we going?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Iwa’s lips. “How about we figure that out on the way?”

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notes ʚ

ʚ this chapter is releasing later than expected, apologize for that college has been taking most of my free time

ʚ this whole situation is taking a tool on y/n mental

ʚ her snapping at iwa was not planed but i think iwa handled that pretty good

ʚ the updating of the chapter will be irregular, please be patient with me

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next ʚ chapter eight

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taglist ʚ @jojo23allegra @mjustag1rl @dazqa @gigiiiiislife

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It's been a few weeks since I have posted, don't worry the story is in the workings. But the chapters won't be released regular since I'm struggling with college right now.

Good news chapter seven is nearly finished and will be posted probably on monday

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chapter six ʚ [the broken toy]

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ flashback, narrative perspective in the flashback, small part of bullying

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Rain tapped gently against the windowpane, a soothing rhythm that contrasted sharply with the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. Your fingers traced the frayed edges of your torn teddy bear, a relic from childhood that you had kept despite its wear and tear. It seemed fitting that one of your most cherished memories was tied to this bear—a symbol of innocence and the beginning of something unexpected.

How did it all begin? you wondered, your mind drifting back years to a time when life was simpler, yet just as complicated in its own way.

March 2001, Kindergarten

The classroom buzzed with the excited chatter of children, their tiny voices filling the air with laughter and the occasional cry. It was her first day at a new school, and her stomach churned with anxiety. She clutched her worn teddy bear tightly, navigating the maze of colorful desks and the bright posters that adorned the walls.

Standing by the window, she felt the comforting squeeze of her mother’s hand. Just then, her eyes landed on a whirlwind of energy at the center of the room. There he was—Hinata—with wild orange hair that bounced as he moved. He was crouched on the floor, building an elaborate tower of blocks with an intensity that seemed far beyond his age.

She watched as he carefully balanced each block, his brow furrowed in concentration. But then, one block wobbled, teetering dangerously before toppling over, sending the tower crashing into a pile of colorful debris. Gasps and giggles erupted from the other children, but Hinata merely laughed, undeterred.

Her grip on her teddy bear loosened, and it slipped from her hands, landing with a soft thud near the fallen blocks. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she bent down to retrieve it, praying no one had noticed. But Hinata was already bounding over, a broad grin plastered across his face.

“Hey!” he called out, his voice bright and welcoming. “Wanna help me rebuild the tower?”

She hesitated, unsure of what to say. Her mother gave her a gentle nod of encouragement. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his, surprised by the warm, steady grip.

“Sure,” she murmured, setting her teddy bear on the floor before picking up a block.

“Awesome! I’m Hinata, by the way,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I’m Y/n,” she replied softly, feeling a small smile tug at her lips.

Together, they began to rebuild the tower, their small hands moving in tandem. Hinata laughed every time a block wobbled or fell, and slowly, her nervousness melted away. There was something infectious about his unwavering optimism—something that made her feel safe.

As the tower grew taller, so did their connection. They traded stories about their favorite toys, swapped snacks during recess, and laughed at the smallest things. Her teddy bear became a key part of their games, a silent observer to the friendship blossoming between them.

By the end of the day, the once-fragile tower stood tall—a testament to their teamwork and newfound bond. As the classroom emptied, Hinata turned to her with a grin.

“You know, Y/n, I’m really glad you’re here.”

She smiled back, her heart feeling lighter than it had all day. “Me too, Hinata.”

April 2001

In the weeks following their first meeting, their friendship bloomed like a spring flower—unhurried, but unmistakably vibrant. Hinata, with his boundless energy, seemed to have a gift for drawing her out of her shell.

Each morning, he’d wait for her by the cubbies, his grin as bright as the sun. “C’mon, Y/n! We’ve got important stuff to do today!” he’d announce, tugging her hand before she even had time to set her bag down.

“Important stuff” usually involved racing on the playground, building the tallest block towers, or sharing snacks during impromptu picnics. For Hinata, everything was an adventure, and he made sure she was always part of it.

One day, she brought her teddy bear to class again, its stitches freshly repaired thanks to her mother’s careful work.

“You fixed it!” Hinata exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration as he touched the neat seams. “That’s so cool! You’re like a teddy bear doctor or something!”

She giggled at his enthusiasm. “It wasn’t hard. My mom showed me how.”

“You’ve gotta teach me!” he said earnestly, as though sewing was an essential skill for their grand adventures.

From that day forward, her teddy bear became a staple of their games. It was the hero in their make-believe stories, bravely rescuing block towers from imaginary earthquakes and fending off the “evil crayons” that threatened their coloring pages.

Present day, 2018

The memory faded as you blinked the upcoming tears away, your gaze returning to the torn teddy bear in your lap. It still bore the marks of that playground rescue—the slightly uneven stitches you’d made after Hinata’s daring climb.

How did we go from that to… this? you wondered, your heart heavy with the weight of time and distance.

You placed the bear gently on your bedside table, the light from the lamp casting a soft glow on its worn fabric. Despite everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go. It was a reminder of who you used to be—of the boy who once climbed a jungle gym just to make you smile.

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notes ʚ

ʚ the flashback chapters are in between time skips

ʚ the time skips are only a short period

ʚ this is how the two of them met and how their friendship developed

ʚ most flashbacks will be writen in the narrator's pov

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next ʚ chapter seven

previous ʚ chapter five

ʚ masterlist

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taglist ʚ @jojo23allegra @mjustag1rl @dazqa @gigiiiiislife

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chapter five ʚ [the denial]

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ Iwa's pov, not checked for mistakes, slight swearing, denial of feelings

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The hum of the city filled Iwa’s ears as he stepped off the train, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. The crisp bite of autumn lingered in the air, sending leaves skittering across the pavement with every gust of wind. He wasn’t one for nostalgia, but there was something comforting about being back in Japan—like slipping on a well-worn hoodie you’d forgotten you owned.

Tonight wasn’t about nostalgia, though. It was about catching up with Mattsun and Makki. Their group chats were always lively, but seeing them in person had become a rare treat over the past few years. Life had pulled them in different directions—work, cities, even countries in Iwa’s case—but somehow, they always found their way back to moments like this.

As he rounded the corner, he spotted the bar, its faint golden glow spilling onto the street. It wasn’t the kind of place they’d have picked in high school—too grown-up, too polished—but it worked. They weren’t kids anymore, after all.

Iwa pushed the door open, the warmth of the room hitting him first, followed by the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. He scanned the booths, searching for familiar faces, until he spotted Mattsun already seated, nursing a beer and scrolling through his phone.

“Early, huh?” Iwa raised an eyebrow as he slid into the booth. “Who are you, and what have you done with the real Mattsun?”

Mattsun looked up, his usual lazy grin spreading across his face. “Funny. I could say the same about you. Didn’t expect you to show up on time, Mr. California Dreaming.”

“Guess LA didn’t mess with my sense of punctuality,” Iwa shot back, shrugging off his jacket.

“Makki’s going to have a field day with that one.”

“Speaking of,” Iwa said, glancing toward the door, “where is he?”

As if on cue, the door swung open, and Makki strode in, his usual mischievous energy practically radiating off him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Makki said, plopping down next to Mattsun. “Traffic was terrible. And by traffic, I mean I didn’t feel like leaving my couch until five minutes ago.”

Iwa rolled his eyes. “Some things never change.”

“And thank God for that,” Makki said with a grin, flagging down a server. “Alright, let’s hear it. Who’s got the most interesting life these days?”

Makki leaned back, stretching his arms out. “Mattsun, let’s start with you. How’s the coffee shop going?”

“Coffee shop?” Iwa raised an eyebrow. “I thought you worked at the funeral home. Did I miss something?”

Mattsun shook his head. “Not anymore.” He took a leisurely sip of his beer. “Miyu and I started talking about opening our own business after college, but we couldn’t make it happen right away.”

“So you worked at the funeral home to save up some money?” Iwa asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Damn, Mattsun. Never saw that coming. Mr. Entrepreneur.”

“Imagine him yelling at the baristas about latte art,” Makki chimed in. “This life already sounds pathetic.”

“Nah,” Mattsun said, waving Makki off. “I’ll leave that to Miyu. I just make sure the money flows and the customers don’t riot when someone screws up their macchiato.”

“Macchiato,” Makki repeated, like the word was foreign to him. “Who even orders that stuff? What happened to plain old coffee?”

“It’s called taste, Makki. Maybe try developing some.”

Iwa laughed, shaking his head. “You two are exactly the same. Anyway, what about you, Makki? Still looking for a job?”

“Hell nah, man,” Makki replied proudly. “I’ve started freelancing. Got some gigs editing videos for mid-tier influencers. It’s not glamorous, but better than being unemployed. Plus, I can work in my pajamas.”

“So… no change from high school, basically,” Mattsun deadpanned.

Makki shrugged. “Hey, I’m happy. Besides, I don’t need to third-wheel you and Miyu anymore.”

Iwa chuckled, leaning forward. “You guys are hopeless. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to make it as a trainer.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Gym Rat,” Makki teased. “How’s that going? Adjusting to Tokyo life?”

“It’s good. Different, but good,” Iwa said. “I started as a trainer assistant for the Tokyo Great Bears. It’s nothing major, but it’s a foot in the door.”

“Dude, that’s not ‘nothing,’” Mattsun said, looking genuinely impressed. “You’re working for a pro team. That’s huge.”

“Yeah, but it’s a grind,” Iwa admitted. “I’ve got a lot to learn, but I’m hoping to work my way up in the next few years.”

“You will,” Makki said confidently. “You’ve always been the most determined out of all of us. No doubt you’ll be running the team before long.”

Iwa smirked. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. We’ll see.”

Makki raised his glass. “Alright, here’s to Mattsun’s coffee empire, my pajama freedom, and Iwa climbing the ranks of pro volleyball.”

They clinked their glasses, a comfortable silence settling over them before Makki’s grin turned mischievous.

“So,” he began, leaning forward, “speaking of volleyball… anyone heard from the old gang?”

Mattsun groaned. “Here we go.”

“What? It’s been ages!” Makki said defensively. “I mean, Kyoutani’s still semi-pro, right? Anyone know if he’s still terrifying his teammates?”

“More like terrifying his opponents,” Iwa said with a smirk. “Last I heard, he’s doing well. Finally found a coach who knows how to handle him.”

“Small miracle,” Mattsun muttered. “What about Kindaichi? Is he still playing?”

“He’s with the Tamaden Elephants,” Iwa said. “Pretty steady career path for him.”

Makki snickered. “Can’t say the same for Watari, though. Did you know he’s working at the Kanagawa Aquarium now?”

“For real?” Mattsun asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s he doing there? Dolphin wrangling?”

“Something like that,” Makki said, laughing. “And Yahaba? Last I heard, he’s a sports instructor now.”

“Figures,” Mattsun said with a shrug. “Always had that bossy streak.”

Makki’s grin widened as he leaned forward again. “Alright, last one. Shittykawa. What’s our favorite drama king up to?”

“Still in Argentina, still Oikawa,” Iwa said, shaking his head. “Signed another contract and is as smug as ever.”

“Of course he is,” Mattsun said, laughing. “Bet he sends you highlights of every match he wins.”

“Every. Single. One,” Iwa said with mock exasperation. “And don’t even get me started on the selfies.”

Makki burst out laughing. “Some things never change.”

“Nope,” Iwa said, raising his glass again. “And honestly? I’m okay with that.”

Makki leaned back, swirling his drink with a sly grin. “Alright, enough volleyball talk. Iwa, what’s the deal with you and Y/N?”

Iwa nearly choked on his beer. “What?”

“Oh, come on,” Mattsun chimed in, smirking. “Makki’s right. You’ve been glued to your phone every time we talk. And don’t think we didn’t notice the notifications lighting up during that chat about Oikawa.”

“Yeah,” Makki added, leaning in dramatically. “Spill. Who is she to you?”

“She’s just a friend,” Iwa said quickly, his tone firm but his ears betraying him with a faint pink hue.

“Oh, it’s definitely not just that,” Mattsun said with a chuckle.

Makki tilted his head, mockingly serious. “A friend, huh? Like the kind of friend you’d drive all the way to Osaka to meet?”

His stomach twisted uncomfortably. It had been days since she’d told him about her run-in with Hinata. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more: the fact that she’d been hurt again, or how badly he wanted to protect her from it all.

“She’s… different, okay? We met through a mutual friend. That’s it,” Iwa said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Different,” Mattsun echoed, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. “Wow, Makki, did you hear that? She’s different.”

“Totally different,” Makki agreed, nodding solemnly. “Definitely not the kind of girl you’d cross cities for, huh?”

Iwa groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Would you two shut up?”

It wasn’t a lie. She was different. From the first time they talked online, there’d been an ease between them, like they’d known each other for years. When she opened up about her past, about the wreckage Hinata had left behind, something in him had shifted. He wanted to be there for her—not because of romance. Or at least, he told himself it wasn’t about that. It was about trust. Respect.

Mattsun leaned back, crossing his arms. “Alright, fine. We’ll back off. But seriously, man, you’re dodging the question. Is there anything there, or are we imagining things?”

Iwa hesitated, fingers drumming lightly on the table. “She’s been through a lot. I’m just trying to be there for her, that’s all.”

Makki’s teasing grin softened, though the playful edge remained. “That’s sweet, Iwa. But you didn’t actually answer the question.”

“There’s nothing to answer,” Iwa said, too quickly. “She’s my friend. End of story.”

Because that’s all she could be, right? Anything more would be too messy. Too selfish. She didn’t need complications, not after everything she’d been through. And maybe he didn’t either.

“Right, right,” Mattsun said, exchanging a knowing look with Makki. “Whatever you say.”

Makki grinned, clearly unconvinced but willing to let it go—for now. “Alright, but when you need tips on how to confess your undying love, you know where to find us.”

“Or better yet,” Mattsun added, “just let us know when the wedding is so we can book our flights.”

Iwa shook his head, chuckling despite himself. “You two are impossible.”

“And you’re terrible at denying things,” Makki said, laughing. “But hey, that’s why we love you.”

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Iwa found himself distracted. His thoughts circled back to her. Maybe they weren’t entirely wrong. But whatever feelings he had, they were his to carry alone.

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notes ʚ

ʚ miyu is mattsun's girlfriend since high school

ʚ makki finally found a job but I think it will definitely change in the future

ʚ the career change for mattsun was a random thought

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next ʚ chapter six

previous ʚ chapter four

ʚ masterlist

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taglist ʚ @jojo23allegra @mjustag1rl @dazqa @gigiiiiislife

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chapter four ʚ [the surprise]

pairing ʚ Hinata Shoyou x f!Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

warnings ʚ swearing, this time in chat form

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notes ʚ

ʚ finally iwa was introduced

ʚ yn and iwa never met each other personally other than social media

ʚ this chapter took me longer than anticipated

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next ʚ chapter five

previous ʚ chapter three

ʚ masterlist

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taglist ʚ @jojo23allegra @mjustag1rl @dazqa @gigiiiiislife

[tsumusangxl]

Iwazumi seems like he’d have the coolest parents in the world. His parents probably listens to a mix of 80s city Japanese music, 90s hip-hop, and I’m gonna head cannon that they went to Woodstock 99 and listens to some metal. I also love the idea of Iwaizumis mom being like 4’11 at a metal show in like 1990 sitting on her husbands shoulders. (They were at woodstock 99 for their 10 year anniversary)

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Strawberry omi!!🍓🌸

[tsumusangxl]

Chapter zero is finally published!!

And now the voting can begin, (to those who have not read the current chapter here is the link, read it before you vote)

Quick reminder, the result effects the story line and the relationship of the main characters.

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atsumu remembering the very alive aran

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trick or treating is a serious business 🎃

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Welcome to Interconnected

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Introduction ʚ Interconnected is a haikyuu smau universe that means all of the stories will be happening in the same world but different timelines or at the same time. These stories are mostly fluff with angst and comfort in them. In the process of the story, you are directly involved by voting the decisions and actions of the female leads.

Characters might appear in each others stories.

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Rules ʚ

ʚ After some chapters, if there is a decision to make, you guys can vote.

ʚ The voting will be only a day long. Every-time there is a voting, I will announce it separately from the chapter

ʚ Every decision has it's own consequences, that will only be revealed in the next chapter.

ʚ If there is a love triangle, like mending hearts, both of the male leads will have a love meter. The choices you make will effect the meter in a positive or negative way.

ʚ There will be no NSFW since I'm not comfortable to write stuff like that.

ʚ If you liked to be tagged please let me know and I will immediately add you to the taglist

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Masterlist ʚ

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Genre ʚ SMAU, Fluff, childhood friend!reader, Angst, childhood friends to lovers, love triangle, reader involved (voting,etc.), kinda second chance, slight age gap, comfort

Warnings ʚ Swearing, disregarding feelings, more specific content warning will be given at the start of each chapter

Status ʚ started

Updates ʚ irregular

ʚ Masterlist

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