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stop the clock 𖦹 matsukawa i. x reader

days 2-7: the human jukebox

warnings: blood, language, not really proofread and im not going to

an: happy birthday akaashi. to celebrate, i'm going to update a story about another man.

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Issei pushes open the door of the corner store, the air conditioning chilling the sweat on his skin. One clear chime rings out, echoing in the silence. It’s becoming familiar, paired with the way the overhead fan whooshes when the door opens. 

He knows this place, and he knows his plan.

“Welcome in.”

“Thank you!” He parrots back, which brings her attention up.

“Ah. Hello.” 

She doesn’t immediately shoo him away, which is an improvement in his book. He forgoes the cherry bit completely, and walks straight to her counter.

She just tilts her head, watching him curiously. 

“I have another bet for you.” He cuts right to the chase, one of the few things he knows she likes.

“Really? Sounds like you’re developing an addiction.” 

“If only you knew.”

She groans quietly, rolling her shoulders to put some distance between them. It’s subtle, but he notices. Another thing he adds to his mental notes on her.

“Anyways, here’s what I’m thinking. If I can give you a song request you’ll like, you have to let me follow your playlists.”

She rolls her tongue in her mouth, mulling it over. It’s a less immediate answer than before, which might mean bad things for Issei.

“Why would you want to follow me there? Wouldn’t you rather just ask me for my number?”

“Would you give me your number?”

“No.”

“Exactly. This way, I have a shot.”

“But why?”

“To get to know you.” He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “You’re not very talkative, but music says a lot about someone. Plus, it’d give us something to talk about.”

He had hatched this plan last night, when he couldn’t get her off his mind. Something about the way she had laughed, or how she said his name had settled right into the forefront of his mind. She had turned the mind numbing task of cleaning glasses suddenly very enjoyable. 

That also gave him the time to run through every scenario she could throw at him. He had studied, and his foolproof logic was paying off. He could see how she was starting to be convinced, even just slightly. 

She was sitting less rigidly, unconsciously letting herself feel more comfortable around him. 

A few more seconds pass, and when she notices he’s steadfast in his actions, she sighs in the smallest defeat.

“Fine. Whatcha got?”

“Ok. Ok. I don’t know if it’s mainstream or not, but I really like it. It’s called Dear Maria, Count Me In.”

She fully bites her bottom lip, failing to hold back her laughter. 

“What, do you know it?”

“Yeah.” She says through her laugh. “Yeah, I know it.”

“And?”

“Try again tomorrow, Mattsun.”

Things I know about her: 1. Likes music 2. Elastic rubber band elastica fan 3. Draws 4. Prefers directness 5. But doesnt like direct flirting(?)

“What the hell are you doing?” 

Issei lets the pencil he was spinning around fall off its tip, no longer getting any use out of it.

“I’m trying to think of things to impress her.”

“Who?”

“My wife.”

“Oh god,” Makki starts, pulling the list out from under Issei’s braced arm. He resists. “You’re still bothering her?”

“I’m not bothering her.” He pushes back, watching as Makki’s face screws up in disgust at his list. He reaches to snatch it back but it’s pulled far out of reach.

“Seems like you are.”

“No. I’m trying to be her friend.”

“Are you really?”

Issei sighs, a little dejectedly. “No.”

Makki tuts disapprovingly, somehow assuming he has authority in this situation. 

“I love to break it to you, but at this rate you’ll never get anywhere. You’re basically strangers. Cmon, we’ve got a rush.”

Makki drops the list back in front of him before heading out to the bar. Issei tucks it in his wallet, right next to his receipt from earlier today, and follows.

When he pushes his way into the shop the next day, he decides to follow Makki’s advice. Granted, he didn’t know he gave any, but Issei’s creative like that. It seems like getting to know her slowly is the way to go. 

He anticipates her little greeting, so when he doesn’t get it he's thrown. Her perch is empty, but the store isn’t closed.

Thinking she must have just stepped away for a second, he leans back against the wall and fishes for his phone. 

Halfway through typing out his message to Suna seeing if they actually need anything from the store, Issei gets distracted by a press on his ankles.

A black and white cat peers up at him, with wide unblinking eyes staring right through him. Waiting for something. He couldn’t picture a better fitting cat for her. 

Finishing the text and pocketing his phone, he bends down, wondering if this is some kind of odd test. 

Before he can pet the cat though, she appears from around the corner.

“Oh, be careful with her! She can- bite.”

She startles when she sees who’s there, cutting herself off. He grins up at her as nonchalantly as possible, and goes to pet the cat again.

“It’s okay, I’m really good with cats.”

Not necessarily a lie, he hasn’t had enough experience to point him one way or another. So, for his sake, he’s a cat guy.

The cat seems to be playing along, almost purring under her breath as Issei starts to pet her. 

“So, how’s your day been- agh fuck!”

Two pinpricks line Issei’s pointer finger, and they’re starting to bleed. Fast. At his shout, the cat disappears into the isles, gone as soon as she appeared.

“God damn it.” She comes to stand in front of him, gesturing to give her his hand. When his rough hands meet her ink stained ones, he forgets all about the pain in his finger. All he can think about is how badly he wants to see what she’s drawing, and know every crack of her soul.

“Cmon, you need to clean it. There’s a bathroom back here.” She drops his hand, turning to lead him behind the counter. He mourns the loss, but is immediately consoled by the idea of being in a cramped bathroom with her as she tends to his wounds. 

The bathroom, if you’re generous enough to call it that, is as tight as it could be. 

She stands outside the door, arms crossed as the water runs. The sink turns a soft shade of purple, blood mixing with the dingy blue haze of the fluorescent lights. 

“Am I gonna get rabies?”

“No. Bodega cat’s got all her vaccines and stuff.”

“Bodega cat?”

Her face appears in the mirror as Issei looks up at her through it, scowl firmly painted on.

“Is there a problem with her name?”

“That’s her name?”

“Yes.”

Issei averts his gaze, focusing very heavily on the wound he’s sporting. He bites back a gasp of pain as the water starts to run cold. 

“Nah, that’s cool. Cool name.”

She disappears from the mirror, her grumbles barely audible over the rush of the sink.

“Whatever.” 

He can't help it, and smiles to himself. Every interaction is something added to his list, even when he ends up pissing her off.

His phone buzzes on the counter, signifying the end of the five minutes. He shakes off the water, noting the lack of paper towels in the 2x2 room, and stands next to her.

Without looking over, she offers a bandaid and some neosporin. He takes it, and she stalks off silently.

“Do you like 5 Seconds of Summer?” He calls after her, fumbling to open the bottle in one hand.

“No.”

“...okay.” 

He’s walking up to Kumonoue, picking at the adhesive under his batman bandaid when he’s greeted by a familiar face.

“Hey cat.”

Those wide eyes stare up at him, meowing back in response.

“Yeah, I’m doing better. Thanks for asking.”

He doesn’t know why he’s talking to this cat. Maybe Makki is right, and he has actually lost it. 

Cat doesn’t seem to care very much about the pain she’s inflicted on him and stalks off past him, brushing against his ankles softly as she does. 

Issei strolls into the shop, laughing at himself. 

Bindly assuming she’s there, he calls out to her. “Hey.”

“Hello.”

He practically runs to the back corner, grabs a jar, and beelines right back to her.

She’s watching him humorlessly. Issei knows he’s acting a fool, but he also doesn’t care. 

He places the peace treaty right in front of her and happily taps his fingers on the counter. It draws her attention to his bandaid, and she bites back a smile.

“Batman?”

“Yep.”

She doesn’t laugh, but the way her eyes roll to the side shows that his attempt has worked.

“What’s the song today?”

Her question is unexpected, not being the one to prompt conversation. It takes him a second to realize she’s actually speaking to him, still stuck in his little daze, before he scrambles for his phone.

“Ohh… it was something by the Arctic Monkeys I think…”

“Nope.” She cuts him off, holding up her hand to get him to stop. “Do not even finish that sentence.”

“What?” Issei stares back at her in dismay. “They’re all over the grunge rock playlists I’ve been listening to.”

She recoils in physical pain at that.

“Looking up grunge rock playlists will get you nowhere.” 

Packing up his cherries, she starts speaking a bit absentmindedly. He watches her in awe; this being the first time she’s shown any aspect of herself for more than three seconds. 

“No one on the internet knows how to make a good playlist. If they do, they’re named something stupid that no one could search up.”

“What are yours named?”

She pauses a bit, stopping her flow. 

“Nice try.”

He grins unabashedly. 

The cash register beeps, she reaches for his card without looking, punching in buttons for his itemized receipt. 

“If you want to find the real stuff, you need to find some middle aged dad and listen to his playlists. That’s a good starting point.”

“Middle aged dads. That’s hot.”

“Mmmhmm. If you suddenly revealed your young child and that you were actually 45, you might actually have a chance.”

She drops the receipt in the bag, looking up at him like nothing happened. Meanwhile, he’s malfunctioning because she just implied there’s a universe where she actually agrees to go out with him, and that’s going to fuel his actions for a whole week.

He takes the bag and leans across the counter, as sleazily as he can manage.

“So, crazy story.”

“Alright. Have a good night.”

“Dun duh, I want to be your best friend…”

Issei wanders around the store, leisurely shopping for nothing in particular. He’s testing a theory he cooked up the other night, one that seems to be failing miserably.

She in fact did not care that he suddenly became aloof and mysterious. If anything, she seems a little bit pleased. This surely does not bode well for him.

He finally settles on a plain coke. Sue him. His capacity for being interesting is fully consumed by her.

“Come bah dum, dah dum, da dum, some cancers…”

He’s muttering the lyrics to his song of the day under his breath; her suggestion yesterday proving very fruitful. Not only did he pick something he thinks she’ll appreciate, he found an enjoyable song in the process.

“No cherries today?”

He shakes his head, dropping the coke on the counter instead. She turns to the register, jamming some buttons she’s never pressed before, and prints out some receipt before tucking it under her journal.

Issei looks at her curiously, but she doesn’t acknowledge it. Nor the song he was humming. Maybe he just needs to be a bit louder.

Like the angel that she is, Cat gives him an in. As she comes through the little cat door, Issei greets her. 

“Hey, cat.”

“Bodega cat,” she corrects him pointedly. Seems like she was listening after all.

“Sorry. My bad. Hey, Bodega cat.”

Bodega cat chirps in response, batting at his shoelaces. He figures it's better than using his ankles as a scratching post, so he lets it be. 

“Did she just talk back to you?”

“Yeah. We’re friends now.”

“Oh, really.”

“Yep. I’ve been giving her fish suggestions every day, each one has been a major hit.”

She laughs under her breath, still denying Issei the joy of a full laugh. 

“Seems like you’ve got a strategy.”

“Is it working?” He asks tentatively. She finally looks back up at him, having finished the transaction. 

“Nope.”

“What?” he exclaims, playing up the dramatics. “But I’ve been working so hard! I found a good playlist, I swear.”

She’s unconvinced, but tolerates him all the same.

“Whatever you say. Let’s hear it then.”

He grins. “Ok. Even if you don’t like it, you have to be nice to me, because I like it now.”

“I make no promises.”

“Fair enough. Don’t Stop by something something chili flakes?”

She falls into her classic deadpan. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“What? It’s a good song!”

“Sure. It’s the Red Hot Chili Peppers, by the way. You need to work on your band names.”

“Hey, I remembered Plastica!”

“Elastica.”

Issei drops his head on the counter in defeat. She chuckles, and hands him his bag.

“Will you ever let me see what you’re drawing?”

He decides to ask bluntly today, seeing no harm in trying. As much as she might deny it, the wall of ice she’s put up for him is starting to fall. 

Issei could tell based on the worried glance she had cast on his finger, not seeing any bandaid. When he noticed he had simply turned his hand, continuing the conversation like nothing had happened. She saw the pricks had scabbed up, and the tension in her shoulders had dropped.

“Mmmmm. No.”

He pouts, not unlike a petulant child. “Why not?”

She thinks about this for a moment, fiddling her pen between two fingers.

“It’s personal, you know? Like showing you my photo album or the depths of my closet.”

“I’d be fine seeing both of those too.” 

He braces both arms on the counter, leaning forward and tilting his head just slightly. Looking the picture of innocence.

“There’s nothing about you that would scare me away. You’re stuck with me for life.”

“Oh goody.” 

He taps his fingers on the counter leisurely, scanning the space for anything else to talk about. He didn’t even bother with buying something today; just came straight in and started chatting.

“Can you tell me about those jars then?”

She grins at that, and leans over to pick some of them up. Turning them around, Issei quickly scans the labels tacked on with post-it notes. 

“Creepy customer jar, fridge loses power jar, bodega cat goes missing jar… man. You really take your naming conventions literally, huh.”

“You know it. Nothing funnier than calling it what it is.”

He notices one that she didn’t pull out, but he can still make out the name.

“Failed flirting jar- woah! I better not be in there.”

She glances over at it too, stifling her laugh.

“Oh, no. Only this much is you.” 

The portion of the jar she’s referencing could make up easily a third of the funds in the jar.

“You wound me.”

His comment yields no response, she just starts tucking the jars back behind the counter one by one. 

The energy in the store hasn’t shifted necessarily, but Issei feels uncomfortable just the same. Like something somewhere had hit too close to home.

“Hey,” his voice is uncharacteristically soft after a few moments of one sided, tense silence. “This whole thing doesn’t make you uncomfortable, right?”

She looks up at him, looking directly at him for what feels like the first time. He doesn’t shy away.

She flounders for a minute, not quite sure what to say. He takes her hesitation as sign enough and pulls away from the counter, dropping his hands in defeat.

Her voice stops him from getting too far away, but he also wasn’t moving very fast. Her magnetic field is much too strong.

“It doesn’t.” 

The admission looked like it pained her. As far as he’s concerned, she might as well have just confessed. 

He grins back at her, bracing against the door now.

“So, will you go out with me?”

Instant response. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

He simply sighs, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. 

“Agh. My time will come.”

He actually gets a foot out the door this time, distantly aware that his shift is soon, before remembering one last thing.

“Oh!” 

She looks up at him curiously, already having moved on to the next thing.

“Song of the day. Cigarettes out the Window, TV girl.”

She visibly double takes. “That’s not grunge. Like, at all.”

He shrugs noncommittally, hiding his own small grin.

“Eh. Thought you’d like it anyway. I do.”

With that, he ducks out the door, stopping to pet Bodega Cat on his way out. Left behind the counter, she’s staring at the spot where he stood for minutes after.

“Hey.”

She greets him first today, looking at him curiously. Like she’s taking notes on something.

Issei grins at her easily. “Hey.”

“What’s the song?”

He’s a little disappointed that’s all she’s asking about, but answers her all the same. 

“Reptilia, by the Strokes.”

That seems to have been a good choice. She looks at him even more curiously than before, with a quiet beautiful grin donning her features.

“Nice one.”

It’s the nicest she’s ever been to him. He’s not sure what to do with that, so he busies himself the only way he knows how. His feet know the path better than his conscious does, and before long he finds himself right in front of the wire rack shelf, in the far back corner of the store. 

Only one pot of cherries left.

Issei feels a little awkward at that, a visible representation of how many times he’s bothered her. Not to mention the days when he didn’t even get anything. Maybe someone else is buying them out too.

Does that mean he has competition? He doesn’t like that.

Scurrying back to the counter, he has an odd sense of deja vu. Much like the day when he first met her; he’s approaching rapidly while her head is ducked, lost in her own world.

He feels a little tug deep in his chest. Not unpleasant at all, just pressure. 

“You’re out of cherries, by the way.”

She chuckles quietly, “I wonder how that happened,” and jots it down on a notepad off on the side. 

Issei can tell there’s doodles on it, but out of respect he tears his eyes away.

When she looks back up at him he notices that she’s got some black smudge around her eyes, in a peculiar way that accentuates their shape. He’s never really noticed her makeup before.

“I like your makeup. Makes your eyes look nice.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

As the resident expert in her body language, Issei can tell she’s flattered, even though she tries hard not to show it. The slightest shift towards him, the smallest bite to her inner lip, a gentle gulp. He thinks this might have been the first time he’s ever directly complimented her, and vows to do it more.

“Any occasion?”

She reaches out towards him and he slides the cherries across the counter. She waves her hand dismissively at them. 

“No, the card.”

Confused, Issei pulls out his wallet. It’s his turn to watch her curiously, but she averts eye contact. A particularly painful move today.

“I'm going to a concert tonight. Don’t ask.”

He closes his mouth as soon as he opens it, settling into a satisfied grin. Seems like she’s taking notes too.

She quickly swipes his card, picking up the cherries off the counter and into his bag. She drops it right in front of him before beelining behind the wall.

“Uh, alright. Have fun tonight.” he calls out as she disappears, completely lost. 

It’s only once he’s back at the Mosaic, logging the receipt in the book when he notices it. Two little doodles, and her spotify username.

taglist: closed.

@bakingcuriosity, @nobodybutnnoorr, @ciderscape, @lilchubbyyy, @soulfullystarry,

@interstellarz, @wakashudou , @myromanempiree, @notverymarley, @aozui,

@lllaw, @eggyrocks, @cnnmairoll, @cosmiicdust, @reignsaway,

@wyrcan, @garfieldissocool, @soobin1437, @guitarstringed-scars, @adorerinn,

@thiisisntlovely, @miliondollagirl, @snail-squasher, @pocketful-ofdaisies, @cherrypieyourface,

@honeekyuu, @rivaiken,

@ineednanami, @akaashislovee, @kodzu-ken

@yoshit-he-dinosaur, @thyproblem, @cupidsblonde, @little-flower30, @asthmaticcchoeee

@lunasfics, @bakery-anon, @haikyuuluverrr, @chososcamgirl, @seroh

@introvertsince2003, @thechaosoflonging, @kameyyy, @riousluvs, @totallytatum

@animenaces-world, @layskettlecookedchips, @chaotic-neutral-ig, @jadeoru, @anniewings

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zinetober day 12....

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Time to feed unprofessional managers what they’ve been dishing out for far too long.

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all for you // iwaizumi hajime x reader

Author’s Note: This is a soulmate AU and I’ve always wanted to work on one~ Why I chose Hajime is because I adore him to death and gah he’s just so perfect for this scenario— Or maybe I don’t see him like everyone else does. Thank you all for being so kind to my other works, you really have no idea how much this motivates me? Please keep letting me know what you think, I think I can turn this quarantine feeling around if you guys help me out! Thanks a bunch, I’m really grateful. :”)

Word count: 3125

Pairing: SOULMATE AU! Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader 

Warnings: angst to fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of bullying, ignorant parents

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A Different Kind of Ace - Iwaizumi x f!reader

Summary: You rejected Hajime when he asked you to join their intramural volleyball team. But at the rec center, his teammate drags you to their practice. You don't want to join. You don't want to potentially deal with rude teammates again. But as your initial impressions of Hajime change, your sets remind him a bit of home.

What to expect: fluff, cute and funny, wholesome, falling in love, college!Iwaizumi, a bit of the found family trope, everyone including you calling him Hajime

Warnings: implied manga spoilers

Words: 2.4k

Author's notes: Watching Haikyuu reaction YouTube videos inspired me to write a volleyball-centered fic. I also wanted to try giving it the same wholesome feels as the anime/ manga and to try writing an ethnically diverse group because it's actually realistic in this setting. Thanks @momochimo for telling me about college!Iwa's name. lolll. I hope you like it.

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You stretch and yawn as you walk out the change room of your college's rec center. Clutching your water bottle, you're ready for your morning workout but stop when a poster stares back at you in the hallway.

Voted MVP for the intramural volleyball league, it says, with a certain wing spiker with a photo day smile.

"Gross," you think to yourself, curling your nose. The guy on the poster repeatedly blew up at you last year whenever you didn't set him. You left the team midway through the semester since you couldn't tolerate him any longer. The team hated his attitude but put up with it because he was their best spiker.

You sigh as you pass the entrance of gym two, heading up the stairs. Your eyes perk up after hearing a volleyball hitting the gym floor. A tall, blonde girl with a short ponytail is practicing her jump serve, not seeing anyone else inside.

The gym's floor is several feet below you as you peer through the large window. You smile at her serve routine since it reminds you of your best friend's during high school. You can tell from her technique she's an experienced volleyball player.

"Nice serve, Marije!" a voice calls out from below you. You step towards the window to see a dark haired guy at the left side of the gym.

"Nope," you think, quickly turning around after catching a glimpse of his face. It's Hajime Iwaizumi. He asked you the other day if you could be their setter. You rejected him. You didn't want a repeat of last year.

You march away from the gym only to slow down when a shorter girl appears in front of you. She has a hijab on with its edges tucked around her neck and she stares straight up at you. You smile as a polite greeting. Attempting to walk around her, she blocks your path again. What was this girl doing?

"Were you watching them?" she eagerly asks, bouncing on her toes. "Hm… never mind that," she waves off her initial question. "Have you played volleyball before?"

You raise a brow at her. “I have…"

And with that reply, you find yourself dribbling a volleyball at the service line.

"What am I doing?" you ask yourself, groaning.

Hajime slaps his forehead, the short girl standing in front of him. "Putri, you can't keep doing this."

"We wouldn't have a team if I didn't," she replies with a large, innocent smile.

"She already said no," he tells her, scratching his head. The furrowed brows and apologetic smile directed to you causes you to have second guesses. He was initially shocked you were so against joining the team.

"But she's here now! Maybe we can convince her."

You bite your lip, not wanting to burst her bubble. However, there are only four people in the gym, you included, so you tell them serving shouldn’t be a problem.

The three stand on the opposite side of the net, ready to practice their serve receives. After you hit the ball over the net, Putri is quick to get under the ball. You note she may have been a libero in the past, but that isn't what catches your attention. Hajime sets the ball with his strong arms, launching it in the air for Marije.

“Sorry,” he tells her. “I set it too far again.” He ruffles his hair, upset the ball didn't go where he wanted. Marije simply gives a silent nod before returning to position for the next serve.

After a few more serves, your shoulders begin to loosen, but it’s not only because you’re warmed up. Watching Hajime converse with his two teammates about ways to improve their individual technique and teamwork put you at ease. “Maybe he isn’t so bad,” you think to yourself.

You don’t know Hajime very well. He’s in your human resources class, the one with hundreds of people sitting in the huge lecture hall. You often saw him a few seats in front of your preferred spot, but never knew he played volleyball. One day, when he turned around, he recognized you instantly and asked you to join his team on the spot. He only wanted a setter on the team so he wouldn’t have to set – or so you thought.

Hajime sets another ball to Putri and the ball runs too close to the net. She attempts to punch it over but it gets caught.

“Just how tall do you think I am?” she scolds him with a smile.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “That one was pretty bad.”

Putri rolls the ball back to you and you bounce on the ball on the floor, now a little ashamed you judged Hajime a little too early. He's the total opposite of your former teammate.

You look up through your eyelashes, Hajime watching you from the net, waiting for your serve. Your cheeks heat up and you ask yourself again what you’re doing here. You have a different problem flooding your mind, a handsome one.

“Y/n?” a voice calls you from behind. You turn around and let out your breath, seeing a classmate from your major. It's Jakeem and at least with him here you know someone other than Hajime.

“I didn’t know you played volleyball,” said your tall and dark-skinned classmate.

“Yeah, I do! I played–” setter, your mind fills in, but you hesitate to say aloud. You’re not sure about joining their team yet. Your mind races, thinking of all the ways you could embarrass yourself in front of Hajime if you join, as if you haven’t already with your hasty and excessive rejection. “I played in high school,” you say instead.

"Nice!" he says. "We could use more people."

"Actually…" you fidget with the ball in your hands.

“She already said no,” Hajime replies.

"What? Then why....?" Jakeem asks before turning to Putri. "Did you do it again?"

"Of course!" she replies, placing her hands on her hips. “Hajime is horrible at recruiting.”

“Pfft… Nice one,” Jakeem says. He's about to give her a high five when a ball flies over at him. He blocks it with his arms.

"Quit encouraging her," Hajime scolds him. "Go and warm up already."

"Alright, alright," Jakeem says, lifting his hands in surrender as he walks off the court to prepare for practice.

It's amusing seeing him tower over Putri and Hajime when he joins the rest of his team. Hajime isn't exactly short at five foot nine, but many volleyball players were taller than him including Marije.

You serve the ball again and Hajime sets it to Jakeem. You raise a brow when you see his lack of technique. Jakeem’s spike is sloppy.

"I told you to stop dropping your shoulder," Hajime instructs Jakeem.

"I know, I know," he replies. "I'm trying here."

"And don't bend your elbow if you're going to swing like that," Hajime continues. "You're gonna injure yourself." He sighs before scratching his head. "I should practice my sets too if we want to win anything."

You widen your eyes when it dawns on you that Hajime is the setter of the team. He told you he was a wing spiker so did he change positions to fill the gap in the team?

He's not the flashy spiker who wants all the recognition, you realize. You worked with plenty of entitled players over the years. But Hajime? He gives up the role for the sake of his team and your heart skips a beat, as if the butterflies in your stomach aren't enough.

You dribble the ball to calm down, yet you're eager to send over your next serve.

"I told you not to bend your elbow!" he scolds Jakeem again.

"Yes, sir, Captain Ha-jimmy, sir," he salutes before another volleyball is thrown in his direction.

"At least Ha-jimmy is better than when the one ref called him Haj-EYE-m," Putri notes, tapping her cheek. "That was the first time I heard Marije laugh."

A snort comes from behind Putri. Marije's shoulders shake, failing at holding back another laugh. She likely experiences her share of bad pronunciations with her name.

Hajime catches sight of the smile tugging on your lips and he quickly turns away. The back of his neck is red and you wonder how much of the blush is covering his face. His teammates take note but don't mention it, even if Jakeem's grin reveals his urge to make fun of him.

Is their team always this warm and lively? You smile as you pick up another volleyball from the floor.

The team switches gears and Hajime instructs Jakeem to work on his receives with Marije while he helps Putri with hitting practice. Several sets in and most of her spikes hit the net. You stand in the middle of the court with nothing to do, so you walk up to Hajime with a suggestion. "Did you want me to try setting to her?" you ask him.

Hajime steps aside from the setter's position and you set the volleyball about two feet from the net. Putri smiles, seeing the ball right where she wants it, and she comfortably spikes it over the net.

She dashes up to you and grabs your hands. "You have to join us! Hajime's sets suck."

Hajime crosses his arms. "I'm right here," he says.

You smirk a little, looking back at him. "Did you want a turn," you say, nodding your head towards the left side of the court.

He rubs the back of his head and walks over to his preferred hitting spot. He confesses that his skills aren't what they used to be but you don't mind.

With his left foot in front, ready to run his spiking approach, your set causes his eyes to grow wide. He runs and jumps beautifully, hanging in the air. He draws his arm back and releases his strength onto the ball before the smack echoes the gym.

"Nice one!" Putri cheers him on.

He stares at his hand, arm frozen and feet planted in front of the net.

"How was that?" you ask him. You haven't seen him spike before so you took your best guess at his preferred point of contact with the ball.

"Could you set me again?"

"Of course I can," you say. He hesitated a bit with that set. It was likely too high.

Hajime runs up to spike a second time and the ball creates another nice sound at the other side of the net.

"Was that one better?" you ask.

His face is turned away from you. He doesn't answer.

"Hajime, are you crying?" Marije asks softly.

He lifts an arm to wipe his eyes, not replying to her either.

"Y/n! What did you do?" Jakeem yells, pointing at you.

"I don't know!" you say, putting your hands up as if to show you have no ulterior motives. "All I did was set to him."

"I…" Hajime speaks up. "I… haven't hit like that since high school."

His three teammates stare wide-eyed at him. They quickly turn to you, eyes locking on to you.

"You have to join our team now," Putri pleads, clinging onto your hands.

"C'mon, Y/n," says Jakeem. "We need you on the team."

"Pleeease!" Putri continues. "If you're the setter, Hajime can play left and I can be libero again."

Even Marije joins in. "It'll make Hajime happy," she quietly adds.

"Hey! You three," Hajime says. They turn around and Hajime holds the volleyball on his shoulder. "Stop pressuring her already. She already said no so–"

"I can join."

Hajime drops the ball as well as his jaw. He clears his throat. "In that case…" He looks away, his cheeks covered with a hint of red. "Uh… welcome to the team." He rubs the back of his neck and takes a glance at you.

"You need to ask for her number," Jakeem whispers, poking him from behind.

"I know that!" Hajime snaps, his face becoming redder. You give him your number and he adds you to the team's group. "Sorry about the chat," he says preemptively. "It's kind of chaotic." You smirk knowingly. "It's where I tell the team about practices and matches but they use it for all sorts of things. We have two other teammates, but they're coming later today."

You nod as Hajime continues to explain some of the forms you need to fill out and other administrative items, even though you're familiar with everything he's saying. You want to hear him talk.

You glance at the clock. "Oh no! I have to go." Your first class of the day starts in fifteen minutes and it's on the other side of campus. (Jakeem also panics because he's in the same course.)

"Alright," says Hajime. "We'll stick around for a bit longer. Our other teammates should be coming soon." He scratches his cheek and avoids your eyes. Glancing up at you, he says, "Thanks for joining our team."

"You're welcome," you say, scratching the back of your head. "Sorry about rejecting you like that. I… didn't get along with the ace on my team last year."

"I know," he says, looking away. "That's why I wanted you to join our team." He gives you a soft smile. "We'll take care of you."

"You mean, 'I'll take care of you'," Jakeem loudly whispers to him, only for Hajime to shake him by his collar. "He'll. Message. You," he says in between shakes.

You smile, your heart warmed by the team, by Hajime. "I'm glad to be able to set for a great captain like you, Hajime."

He blushes and his eyes dart around as if you were talking to someone else. He clears his throat before picking up a volleyball to resume practice. When he walks away, you see Putri from behind him with the widest, giddiest grin you've ever seen. Marije puts her hand over it, ashamed you had to see that.

As you pick up your water bottle, your eyes are drawn back to Hajime who is hitting the ball against the wall of the gym.

Your cheeks heat up as you step out of the gym. You're looking forward to playing this year.

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I hope you enjoyed it. :) Please check out my other fics if you enjoyed this one. (Although, this is my better Iwa fic since it’s not a request or gift and took my time writing it. My other ones are pretty old too lol.)

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Misleading Marks (Iwaizumi x Reader/Soulmate AU)

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Summary: Your soulmark is a wonderfully misleading pain in the tuchus. Luckily, your hunk of a soulmate makes it all worth it. 

A/N: Started off rough, but I swear the ending is better. Love me some good old soulmate aus. Enjoy!

Word count: 1803

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Innocent Misunderstanding (Iwaizumi x Reader)

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Summary: Last night, it was all fun and games until Iwaizumi accidentally pushed you too far. To be fair, you did underestimate his strength, so it wasn’t completely his fault. That didn’t prevent you from limping to school, though.

A/N: Same old, same old. Got an idea and wrote it in the a.m. It was just a little idea, so it’s really short. I do hope y’all like it tho!

Word count: 619

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CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG; Kyōtani K.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

→ in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows

→ Kyōtani Kentarō x fem!Reader

→ fluff af

→ 0.9k

You were really happy to finally be in high school. Middle school was an ordeal, especially with all the childish boys there.

You really hoped that it would be better here, especially because the Aoba Jōsai was a private school and you had to take an exam in order to be accepted here.

The first week was more stressful than anything. The election of class representative, which you won with your classmate Ryo and all the tasks associated with this position took up a lot of time.

You also wanted to use the first week to make new friends. The groups formed around this time and the girls in your classes seemed nice.

You haven't found a club yet, this week you'll be making inquiries at the volleyball club as a manager and if that doesn't work, then you wouldn't go to a club this year and concentrate more on your grades.

The second week of the school year was almost over. You swept the classroom properly with the other class representative Ryo, who wiped the blackboard and then watered the flowers.

It all happened in silence because you didn't really get along with the boy. He was weird, popular, but you weren't really comfortable with him.

His red hair and dark eyes intimidated you. You cursed yourself for your prejudice thinking, but what should you do? You couldn't turn it off.

After ten minutes you were ready, you reached for your bag and whispered a goodbye.

With faster steps you ran to the ground floor to change your shoes there. Meanwhile you checked your phone. The time flashed in white numbers.

You slowly strolled towards the gym of your school. From a distance you could see the bright light and hear the loud bangs.

Arrived at the door of this one, you watched as the boys were playing three against three in several groups.

You stood there for a few minutes, unsure whether or not to go in and wait inside. Then Iwaizumi spotted you and went to Oikawa to whisper something in his ear, which made him turn around and look at you.

»Send your fangirl away. It's getting really annoying«, you didn't hear it because of the ball that just hit the ground.

The brown-haired man jogged towards you with a smile on his face. You looked at him confused.

»Hello sweetheart, it's really nice that you are here to watch me, but today is spectator-free practice so you had to go. I'm sorry, but I'll keep a seat in the front row for you next time«, he leaned against the door frame and winked at you.

»Sorry but who are you?«

Now you understood why Kentaro hated him so much. Of course you knew the great Oikawa, most of the girls didn't speak of anyone else.

So far you thought he was okay, thought that your boyfriend was probably exaggerating, but now you knew that he was at least a little right.

Which person ran up to a strange girl and assumed that she was into him and found him incredibly hot.

Oikawa's smile broke a little, but he kept playing: »That's cute, but you don't have to pretend you don't know who I am to get my attention.«

He was getting really rude and you started arguing with him; you wouldn't let him get away with this

You got louder and louder and sentences like "You are the only one who thinks that you're attractive" or "Don't touch me, perv" were said of you. Iwaizumi turned to look at you and couldn't help but laugh.

In the next moment a ball hit the captain's head, who almost overturned due to the force of the ball.

»Iwa-chan~ So mean! What was that about?!«, Oikawa asked, rubbing the back of his head that was sore.

»I didn't do anything this time, Shittykawa. But you deserved it!«, he shouted, looking in the direction of the culprit; Mad Dog.

»What was that about, you little ba-«, the voice of the brown-haired man was drowned out by yours, »Kentarō!«, you screamed and ran to your boyfriend, who took you right into his arms.

»Hey, Babe. What was going on there?«, he asked, looking down at you.

»That guy over there is crazy. He thought I was stalking him«, you whispered, loud enough for some of the players to hear; they started laughing. That made the third year grumble.

»I told you he was an asshole«, it came confidently from your boyfriend. Unfortunately you have to agree to this; he had said it often enough.

»Do you think I can stay anyway? Although nobody is allowed to watch today...«, Kyōtani pulled away from you to turn to look at the ace.

»Can she stay, Iwaizumi-kun?«, the second year asked politely. After all, Hajime was the only one he accepted in this club.

»Since the rule was actually only introduced for Oikawa's fangirls, that shouldn't be a problem. Take a seat in the stands-«

»(L/n); my name is (l/n) (y/n)«, you helped him out.

»Take a seat in the stands, (l/n)-chan. I'm Iwaizumi Haijime, the vice captain«, he said.

»I know...«, it came out of your mouth, »Thank you for letting me stay!«, you quickly got up on your toes to kiss Ken on the cheek before waiting on the side of the field for him to finish training.

Your action made his face warm and red, which made the whole team grin. They hadn't seen this side of Mad Dog before. So calm, sweet- and red.

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“spare me the details”

Pairing: matsukawa x fem!reader Genre: angst with a happy ending (i promise lmao), friends to lovers Summary: matsukawa is a good friend, which is why when you ask for his help figuring out what to wear for your date, he agrees without thinking much of it. but the longer he spends watching you get ready, the more he realizes how much he doesn’t want you to go. WC: 10,446 Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, lots of suggestive lines, and on top of it all they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) A/N: this fic happened because i wanted to write literally one scene of mattsun zipping up reader’s dress and now, 10k+ words later, we’re here :) also shoutout to luna for coming up with the fic title! <3 -Dawn

When you text Matsukawa right after his shift with a series of panicked voice notes and a string of siren emojis to match, he expects nothing short of a bug armageddon. He comes home fully prepared to find you standing on the kitchen counter, broom in hand as you frantically shout for him to get rid of whatever creepy crawling thing has invaded your home, the way he has on three separate occasions since the two of you moved in together.

Instead, when he arrives at your shared apartment, he finds you standing in the middle of your bedroom, heaps of fabric scattered across your mattress and pouring out from your closet. Thankfully, there’s no bug in sight, but you still look far from pleased, scowling at the floral-printed dress you’re holding as if it’s personally offended you.

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another milestone🥺 ur growing so fast i'm so happy for u🤩 once again i am here to support ur event 🥳 can i get mattsun with #41 song: love is only a feeling by joey bada$$

Look it's Lyss 🥺 Please you've been here before 100 followers and I'm so thankful ily ❤️❤️

Pairing: Mattsukawa Issei x Reader

Scenario: #41 Fake dating each other to go to a wedding, falling in love.

**This one is kinda long, oops

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-Monday-

"So, what you're saying is that your cousin's wedding is this weekend and you don't have a date to get your pushy relatives off your back, so you need me to act like we're dating?"

You blink a couple times, shocked that he got it completely on the first try.

"Yeah.... that's exactly it."

Matsukawa shrugs "It's not like I have anything else to do, and it's free wedding cake."

You bark out a laugh, drawing the attention of people at nearby cafe tables.

"I can drive us, it isn't too far." You say, trying to further convince him so he won't back out suddenly.

At this Matsukawa snorts, leaning in to look you in the eye.

"Now what kind of a fake boyfriend would I be to let my fake girlfriend drive us there?"

You roll your eyes "Fine, but we need to lay down some rules."

He nods and motions for you to continue.

" 1. No kissing on the lips unless it's a situation in which we absolutely have to, other skinship will be ok. 2. We leave Friday morning, and come back Sunday night because the wedding is in the afternoon on Saturday. During then we'll probably have to share a room, I'll take the sofa or we'll use pillow dividers. 3. We met in college, and you asked me out." Matsukawa's eyes are narrowed in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as he commits it to memory.

"Easy enough." He grins, this was going to be a piece of cake.

You spend the rest of your "lunch date", full empasis on the quotes, discussing your backstory and other details that might be asked about.

-Friday-

Your doorbell rings and you grab your luggage, opening the door to see Matsukawa, white shirt and black joggers. His messy hair falling slightly in his face.

He was always attractive, but this outfit makes your mouth go dry and you swallow hard, grinning at him as he waves.

"Ready to go?"

The car ride was about 6 hours, you taking the first half and Matsukawa taking the second half, claiming that he wants your family to see what a good boyfriend he was, driving you to the wedding.

While you drove he fed you snacks and gave you instructions from the map app on his phone cackling when you missed an exit.

He napped for an hour before he had to drive, not wanting to be tired when he had to drive.

You take some glances to him, and usually people wouldn't find a boy passed out, leaning against the window with his mouth slightly open, attractive. But the butterflies in your stomach fluttered and you wondered what it would be like to kiss him awake.

Soon, you pull up to the gas station halfway mark that the two of you agreed on. You lightly tap him awake, and stifle a smile as he groans awake, stretching as his shirt rode up a little.

"Are we there?" He's half asleep and you allow a smile, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"I'll get you a coffee." Your heart is beating erratically as you pay for the canned coffee from the gas station, remembering Matsukawa's shirt riding up as he stretched.

You open the car door and hand him his coffee, he grunts a thank you and starts the car, taking a sip of his coffee occasionally humming along to the radio.

"This coffee sucks." He deadpanns, finishing up the can.

"But you finished it." You point out and he rolls his eyes before cracking a smile.

That's all it takes to break the ice you didn't know had formed, cracking jokes and wheezing as you pull into the hotel, your Aunt greeting you guys.

Matsukawa side hugs you and plants a kiss on your forehead, greeting your family.

"Hi, I'm y/n's boyfriend." Your heart warms at the sentence, and you have to scold your brain to stop being so happy. It's fake, it's fake, you're fake dating.

You get the room key and hold your breath as you enter the room, one bed, and there's no couch.

Matsukawa senses your apprehension and shrugs.

"I can sleep on the floor?" He offers, and you shake your head.

"It's fine, I don't want you to be uncomfortable tomorrow."

You don't notice the blush on Matsukawa's face as he fully digests the situation, too busy calming yourself down.

He showers first and then you get ready for bed, coming out of the bathroom to see no pillow wall, but Matsukawa fast asleep.

'I suppose we're close enough to not need pillow wall."

You lie down on the edge of the bed slightly cold, but fall asleep nonetheless.

-Saturday-

The entire day is awkward, you woke up tangled in Matsukawa's arms, his head in your hair, and arms around your waist.

Then at breakfast your cousin noted that you're not holding hands, and so the two of you clasp hands, slightly concerned that you enjoy holding his hand so much.

During the wedding a couple of your older relatives lean over and giggle about how your guy's wedding is next, flustering both of you.

And before you know it you're slow dancing with Matsukawa, head on his chest as his heart beats rapidly.

You must've had too much champagne, because your head is fuzzy and your impulse control is near zero as you get ready for bed.

"Are we going to sleep together?" You mean in it a purely Innocent way, but Matsukawa spits out the water he was drinking, coughing violently as his cheeks and ears turn red.

"What?" He chokes out, and you frown.

Sitting in the bed, you cross your arms and Matsukawa finds you adorable right now.

"You're so cute." He sighs, lying down and opening his arms while realizing what you meant earlier.

"'m not cute." You sigh, content and comfortable.

"I love you." You mumble, not aware of what you're saying completely.

Matsukawa breaths in shakily, not sure how to respond, you're clearly not aware of what you're saying.

"I love you too." He whispers into your ear even though it looks like you've fallen asleep.

-Sunday-

The car ride home is quiet, just anxious glances, you wondering if what you said last night was actually said or just a dream, and Matsukawa wondering if what you said was just a result of the champagne.

"So..." You both start.

The two of you stop, laughing nervously.

"You said you loved me." He clears his throat, refusing to look at you and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

"And what if I said I did?" It was a pretty big change, going from being good friends with a slight crush on him, to admitting you were in love with him. Both to yourself and to who you're in love with.

He glances over to you, eyes sparkling.

"I'd say the same thing I said last night."

You blanche, he can't possibly expect you to remember what he said.

"Which is..." You look at him expecting as he smirks.

"I love you too."

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Letter ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Characters: Seijoh 4, Y/N, Oikawa’s Fangirls

Synopsis: After spending the entire night trying to make the perfect confession letter you get to the end of the day. In your anxious state you find unlikely help.

Warnings: Confessions

Words: 1353

February 14th. Today. The thought of what you’re going to do makes you cringe. You had spent the whole night trying to write a confession letter. After much editing and rewriting you finally settled on one. You placed it in a carefully picked out envelope and sealed it with your new wax.

You didn't know what to expect from the object of your affections. You feared the worst of course, I mean you’ve barely had three conversations with the man. Despite that though he listened intently each time. He made it at least seem like he cared. Today you were going to find out just how much.

Sluggishly making it through your first classes, letter weighing heavily in your bag. You resisted the temptation to reach down and fiddle with the edges. You didn’t want to give a damaged confession letter when you spent so much time trying to perfect it. This day was going to take so long. Your anxiety weighed on you through the day, your bag feeling heavier and heavier with each minute. Your friends of course noticed and asked if you were okay. You told them of your plan and giggles went around the table.

They weren’t making fun of you. They just thought it was adorable. They were trying to be supportive but you really just wanted the day to be done. Your eyes were growing tired of seeing similar versions of the same chocolates, bears, and flowers. The confession you planned dulled in comparison and you grew more worried it wasn’t enough or right to get your feelings across. One of your friends reassured you that the confession was perfect because it would be from you.

It made you smile how they tried to cheer you up. As the final bell of the day rang you quickly packed your stuff up. You made your way to the gym before stopping. This was supposed to be the easy part, just have to give it to him. Unfortunately you were already stopped. You turn to see a group of Oikawa’s fangirl.

“Are you here to confess?”

“Yeah! To who?” They didn’t seem mean which surprised you. You would’ve though that they would be very mean towards you possibly thinking that you were trying to confess to Oikawa.

“Matsukawa.” You admitted with a cough as you looked away, cheeks heating up. The girls let out an aww.

“Okay! Since we can see you’re nervous we can help. We’ve gone through this plenty of times. Come sit with us during practice so we can help.” The lead girl smiled and took your arm to lead you to the bleachers. Once you all settled into your seats you showed them your letter.

The lead girl, Haru, looked the letter over a calm smile on her face. “This is adorable. I think he’s going to really like it.”

Because they were so caught up helping you they didn’t notice Oikawa come in. Confused, he looked up to see them surrounding one girl. He was a little concerned but when he looked a bit closer he saw a letter in your hand and smiled on everyone’s faces. He smiled mischievously and made his way over to Iwaizumi. “Seems like someone’s getting

confession letter.”

Iwaizumi sighed not wanting to deal with his antics. “No one cares that you’re getting another confession letter Shittykawa.” Oikawa pointed to where his fangirls were sitting closely inspecting a letter.

“I’ve never seen them act like this. It’s most likely not for me.” Little did he know someone was already looking at you. Much to the dismay of Makki.

“Are you going to look at them all practice?” He knew about Matsukawa’s little crush. I mean it was pretty easy to tell: the smiles, the glances, his very red face when he did get to talk to you. Now Matsukawa wasn’t generally a jealous guy but seeing you with a confession letter did something.

The entire practice he thought about who on the team it might be for. He settled on Oikawa. I mean, you were sitting with his fangirls. He didn’t know why they were being so sweet to you though.

After the girls were finished giving you tips on how to confess you all watched the game. They went back to their usual and cheering for Oikawa. They gave you reassuring smiled and thumbs up often though. You started to feel less nervous about what was going to happen in 15 minutes.

You smiled as you watched them all play to their heart's content. It made you happy seeing them happy while they were playing. That seems silly but seeing people really enjoy what they’re doing is the best thing. 13 minutes.

The closer it got the more you looked at Mattsun. You saw him joke around with Makki, saw how he teased Oikawa. Which caused you to laugh as you heard the joke. You muffled it by placing a hand over your mouth though. 10 minutes.

Mattsun looked at you the closer it got to the end of practice too. He cracked more jokes than usual. Hoping you would find him funny. When he saw you laugh he hoped it was because of him and not something Oikawa had somehow done. Makki noticed and patted him on the back. “Simp.” Mattsun rolled his eyes and pushed him a little bit. 9 minutes.

As the minutes counted down the girls returned their attention towards you. “We can come with you if you want. Emotional support and all. Make sure you’re actually able to give it to him.” You smiled. They were being so nice. It was a pleasant surprise when you arrived earlier and they greeted you. You were very thankful for them. 7 minutes.

“I’m still a little nervous but having you guys will help. Thank you.” They nodded and smiled. One girl pulled tape out of her bag and helped close the letter. Another helped you decorate it to keep your mind off of confessing.

“It’s a very sweet confession letter. You’ve got this.” 3 minutes.

Once practice was finally over the boys headed to the locker room to take their showers and change. Mattsun felt more nervous as he was finishing. What if it really was for Oikawa. Makki noticed his nerves and gave him a little smile. “Don’t think too much about it.” He tried. He took a breath through his nose and out his mouth. It helped a little bit.

The girls walked with you to the entrance of the gym and kept you company until they saw him walk out. They turned you around and gave you a gentle push towards him. Your face heated up and you took in a sharp breath. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. You looked at them again to see they were all smiling and giving you a thumbs up. Haru mouthed ‘You got this!’

They disappeared around the corner. You made your way up to Matsukawa. “Hi Matsukawa…can I speak to you for a minute alone?” His face heated up and he felt dazed. Were you trying to confess to him? Surely not? He agreed and you gently held onto his sleeve and pulled him off to an empty corner.

You tried to smile and gave him your letter. “This is for you.” You looked away and scratched your head. Mattsun stared gaping at the letter. It was really for him. He smiled and opened it appreciating the drawing over the surface.

You couldn’t look at him while he read it and were worried. Because you weren’t looking at him though you didn’t see how much he was smiling and the blush covering his face. When he finished he tapped you on the shoulder. “Y/N. Can you look at me?”

You hesitated but eventually met his eyes. He was smiling at you like you hung the stars into the sky. “Can I kiss you?” You were taken aback but nodded with a similar smile on your own face. He leaned in and cupped your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

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Seijoh’s graduation trip plans

Translator: Leo | Sleepless-rain | Leoppii Editor: Troy  Esaki | Kahluaplusmilk

“Continue on unwaveringly.”

Those were the words that Iwaizumi Hajime had said to Oikawa Tohru, who had stopped to turn back and look at him. It was fall at the time.

“You’re my partner and an utterly amazing setter.”

On this day, Aobajousai High School had lost in the semifinals at the Miyagi representative game of the spring volleyball tournament. And starting from that lost match, the third years were to retire.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa weren’t only the captain and vice-captain of the volleyball club.  They had been together through junior high school and elementary school, more than half of their lives—up until now— was spent together on the courts as partners.

Iwaizumi’s words were blunt, unembellished and held no lies.

“Even if this team changes, that will not change. When the time comes I will take you down.”

Oikawa straightened himself and accepted Iwaizumi’s words of passion and friendship head-on.

“…Bring it on.”

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Someone once said to me, “I hope the pain eases soon.” It struck me as the purest blessing that had ever been offered over my head - I hope the pain eases soon. It’s so gentle, so kind, so hopeful. So to everyone who’s hurting: I see how hard you’re trying, and I hope your pain will ease soon.

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I've had this idea for a zine for the longest time and I finally made it! Inspired by and dedicated to all of my fellow fangirls* :')

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Izaya gets a bday cake

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