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shiroimorii · 4 years ago

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Fic rec masterpost- Iwaoi edition

Oya oya oya! It’s time to start putting all of my favorite Iwaoi fics together and share some love! (They’re all complete) ♥ = ultimate fav

(update: 10/07/2020)

Waiting in the Stars | whateverhappened (116k) ♥ Bodyswap & Soulmates! AU Tooru and Hajime had everything planned out for their future, but the stars had a different idea.

The courtship ritual of the hercules beetle | kittebasu (chanyeol) (66k) ♥ Post Canon | ProVolleyballPlayer!Iwachan Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right. new phone who dis | meruemsthighs (57k) ♥ College!AU | Texting | Slow Build Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

Only Fools Fall | oseltamivir_phosphate (126k) ♥ Alpha/Beta/Omega!AU | College Oikawa had always wanted to be an alpha like Iwaizumi. He hated being a beta – the lesser status, but not entirely the least. That was until he experienced his first heat during his second year in university, and he wonders if it’s too late to turn back into a beta.

Mind Reader | jopling (40k) ♥ Iwachan!Mind reader AU After Iwaizumi is knocked out by a volleyball to the face, he discovers he can now see what people are thinking.Alternatively: Iwaizumi can now read minds but he still can’t pick up on Oikawa’s feelings for him.

Stay a Little Longer | whateverhappened (14k) ♥ ProVolleyballPlayers | Post-Canon “They were ready to jump in front of you even before I made the decision to toss the ball to you. They just knew I was going to do so. It was a tough game, I was under pressure, everybody was making stupid mistakes and I just wanted to feel safe. That’s why I tossed to you. That’s why I always toss to you, according to Tobio-chan.” “So what. It’s only logical that during a difficult rally the setter unconsciously trusts the ball to the player he’s most familiar with, isn’t it? And we’re a team, you and I.” “No, we’re not. Not anymore.”

Always, My Pillar of Strenght | starlitcities (16k) ♥ A lot of pining!AU “Oikawa,” Matsukawa mutters, surprised more than anything. “It’s two in the morning, what are you—?”“What’s wrong with me, Mattsun?” Oikawa pulls at the hem of his shirt, the sopping fabric clinging to his skin and leaking water onto the doormat. “Anybody, everybody I know would kill to have me. And the only one I want to feel that way won’t even look at me.”

mint | tothemoon (18k) ♥ ProVolleyballPlayer!Oikawa It’s the December after Iwaizumi’s last year in university when Tokyo welcomes him with a new ad campaign for Bright Days toothpaste, and Oikawa Tooru—fresh off a run at the 2016 Summer Olympics—has decided to grace the city with his signature grin, a flip of his wayfarer sunglasses, and the most irrepressible tag line for the signboard above.‘Are you in love with me?’ it reads, Oikawa taunts, and Iwaizumi can only find the whole thing a pointless exercise in the usual flirtations.(Because i would never fall for you in a million years, he types out in reply, before deciding against it.)

Conquering the Great King | SuggestiveScribe (105k) ♥ pervy!AU Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing,” he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.Oikawa’s lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi’s, “One time thing, Two time thing, what’s it matter as long as it’s not a Relationship thing?”

The Secret Omega | AllTheAspects (17k) ♥ Alpha/Beta/Omega!AU Now, staring down at the cheery label which promises no regrets, Iwaizumi ironically but sincerely regrets every decision which lead him here.In particular, his annoying as fuck best friend. Who absolutely, definitely, no matter what, cannot find out that Iwaizumi is an omega.

To be first, to be best | kittebasu (chanyeol) (26k) Future!Fic Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren’t I?”

Not Until You Believe | Beewachan (40k) College!AU | Blogger!Oikawa 2:04: so… wyd? 2:05: Texting you 2:05: but what wud u be doing if i was there ;)

When You Wish Upon a Star | emerald1963 (31k) BodySwap!AU Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault.Oikawa blames the aliens.

I wanna ruin our friendship | roseknight (71k) SlowBurn!AU Oikawa can’t pretend he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. He’s far too accustomed to jealousy for that. But there’s no reason to feel such intense jealousy towards two guys he doesn’t even know, that he just happened to catch kissing. No reason he can accept. In which a single confession letter unravels Oikawa’s control over his life and forces him to realize he wants something besides friendship from Iwaizumi.

have mercy on me | hiuythn (10k) HanahakiDisease!AU Hajime looks at the black and white slides, takes in the way the plant grows uninhibited inside him. He presses a hand to his ribcage. It doesn’t even feel like there’s anything wrong.—-Or, Hajime gets the Hanahaki disease.

Shiver | Yuu_chi (16k) Future!Fic Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

It’s Not Love, Probably | starlitcities (6k) FriendsToLovers!AU “No, I mean we really weren’t doing anything,” Oikawa whips around, “I haven’t even kissed her yet.” “And I said it doesn’t matter. Why are you talkative all of the sudden?” “Someone sounds annoyed,” Oikawa mumbles.“No, I just…” Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. Why is he annoyed? That Oikawa is talking about his girlfriend? That he saw them under the stairwell looking both guilty and flustered? That he might not know everything about his childhood best friend?He can’t say yes to any of those questions. He can’t quite say no, either.

dyspnea/arrhythmia | carafin (10k) Medical!AU In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a junior doctor suffering through his medical rotation, and Dr. Oikawa Tooru is his insufferable mentor. Medical AU.

Tokyo Boy | Verbrennung (16k) HookUp!AU “Oh no, Tooru-” but thankfully Makki doesn’t say anything other than that. They reach for their drinks in sync, and Tooru tips his glass to his oncoming emotional apocalypse in one last sardonic acknowledgement of his terrible life before they both take a long pull of their drinks because oh yes, he’s fucked. He has feelings for Iwaizumi Hajime, who probably has casual lovers just like him in every major city he visits on business. Oikawa is just his Tokyo Boy, just another pit-stop on Iwaizumi’s travels. ~ A story about longing, and how not even 5,487 miles, a sixteen-hour time difference, or a ‘casual’ label can stop a stubborn heart (or two?) from falling in love.

darlin’, your head’s not right | aruariandance (13k) AccidentalMarriage-Kinda!AU '“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening. “I was thinking our Aoba johsai colors to go for more, you know, softer tones? Besides, I’ve always looked great in that sea foam green color. Oh, and I guess you look decent in it, too.” He grins, saccharine sweet, and Iwaizumi has never been so tempted to knock one of his perfect pearly white teeth right out of his stupid mouth.“ or, Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it’s not really a joke at all.

Not Quite What You Planned | MellowWrites (42k) TiMER!AU It seemed pretty simple and it made sense to those who bought it, but the actual science behind it was complicated and far too lengthy to comprehend. But the point of the TiMER was simple - a digital clock that would count down to the exact day you met your soulmate.That was the ideal romantic future Tooru had grown up with.

All the words of time and space | kagshina (46k) OnlineFriendship!AU greys_alien: you should change your username to “addicted2bugs” greys_alien: yours is boring greys_alien: i can’t be friends with someone boring Half an hour later, he gets a message from addicted2bugs.Or, Tooru needs a friend, Hajime just so happens to be on a chat site at the right time, and neither of them can predict what’s to follow.

Just hear me out | loveclouds (7k) TiMER!AU To stimulate Japan’s low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people’s wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility. Iwaizumi’s beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they’ve been kids. Oikawa’s has only ever been silent.

Nevermind (but I mind) | seabear (10k) FriendsToLover Oikawa’s eyes glint as he lowers his voice, ducking in close as he says, “Telepathy.” He groans. “For the last time–we do not have telepathy.” “Well, maybe we would,” Oikawa points, circling his finger in the air, “if you’d practice with me.” (Or, teenage boys who are in love but can’t seem to get it together.)

Here’s to taking what you came for | Frenchibi (3k) FakeDating!AU “So - isn’t it obvious?” Oikawa spins around to face Iwaizumi, gesturing to the poster. “To solve our financial crisis - we pretend we’re dating!”Iwaizumi stares at him for a full five seconds - before he throws back his head and laughs.

In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things) | rikke (10k) Hogwarts!AU In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers.

Dinner and a Movie | rikke (11k) Fake/Pretend!Relationship As a good vice captain, Iwaizumi would do a lot for his volleyball club’s success and general welfare, including, apparently, fake dating Oikawa.

The Best Best | rikke (12k) Future!Fic “Congratulations, Iwa-chan! You’re a dad!” Iwaizumi hears as soon as the door opens. He’s dealt with Oikawa for all of his twenty-one years of age now, but this declaration is still sufficiently disturbing enough that he turns from his place on the couch and braces himself for whatever Oikawa has done this time. Or the one where Iwaizumi and Oikawa babysit Takeru for a week.

Yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) | orphan_account (9k) FlowerShop!AU An impressively annoying young man starts frequenting Hajime’s flower shop. It goes downhill from there.

Stranger danger | orphan_account (14k) Texting!AU iwaizumi refuses to give his personal details out to strangers on the internet while oikawa just wants to know his namealternativelyoikawa spends three months trying to convince iwaizumi he’s not a serial killer - and fails.

You’re looking like you fell in love tonight | anyadisee (34k) Fake/Pretend!Relationship “So, let me see if I understood this correctly,” Hajime says, slow and careful like he’s still waiting for some kind of punchline. “You want me to help Oikawa Tooru, a guy I barely know, because your boyfriend owes him a favor?”“And you owe me a favor,” Hanamaki adds helpfully.“That doesn’t even make any sense!”“Sure it does.” Hanamaki’s smile widens. “Issei and I are practically the same person by now, anyway, so whatever favor you owe me, you also owe him. And by repaying me, you are repaying him, and in turn he is repaying Oikawa. Think of it as, like, the transitive property of equality. A equals B equals C. A equals C.”“I know what the transitive property of equality is,” Hajime snaps. [in which iwaizumi pretends to be oikawa’s boyfriend.]

Everything With You | Ellessey (14k) Future!Fic ‘Hajime still loves Oikawa, but he understands now. Oikawa can’t look at him and see someone he could potentially date. And that makes it easier to not focus on the little things that used to drive him crazy—Oikawa’s long legs, the way he’s always hanging off of Hajime, how his whole face changes when he gets ready for a jump serve, and he looks like he could take on the entire world and win. This new arrangement though, this living together situation, is presenting a new set of variables that must be adjusted to, and the nakedness is one of them.’

Lacrimae | sapphire_eyes27 (22k) College!AU l PWP | Jealous!IwaizumiLacrimae- Latin for "tears” Hajime guiltily realized that he liked seeing this tearful Tooru, whose large eyes looked like melted caramel dripping out of chocolate. His dark brown lashes fluttered and a teardrop caught on one of them, like a prey in a spider’s web. The slow-to-fade summer freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose stood prominent against his pale face. The tip of his nose started coloring into a reddish hue as he sniffled. In that moment, Hajime had never seen a person more beautiful. Or Hajime realizes he has a thing for seeing Tooru’s big, beautiful eyes swell with tears.

Of odd numbers and intimate regrets | bravely (commovente) (5k) ONS!AU | EmotionalConstipation!AU Tooru’s spent the last seven years of his life in a carefully constructed schedule that is, he realises now, as much a habit as it was a way to forget about the person in front of him.

Pride falls | newamsterdam (94k) Magic!AU | 2° of chiaroscuro!series Oikawa insists it isn’t a love story. You have to be human to love, after all.

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shiroimorii · 5 years ago

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Skates [Sugawara Koushi]

sugar 🍰 [y/n] [y/n] [y/n]

[Y/N] koushi i s2g if this isn’t important and you’re blowing up my phone for nothing

sugar 🍰 ofc it’s important come outside

[Y/N] what is happening

sugar 🍰 oh my god just come outside

[Y/N] huffed and untangled herself from her cross-legged studying position as her bones creaked from the sudden movement. She had been studying for three hours on this particular hot Saturday afternoon, finally trying to catch up on her homework that had collected throughout the week while simultaneously trying to study for her education final. The 19-year-old girl sighed, reaching upwards and stretching, feeling the cold, air-conditioned air hit her legs as the blanket fell from around her waist. She was wearing one of Sugawara’s shirts, her boyfriend of a year ‘unintentionally’ having left it tucked under her pillow smelling of his cologne a couple months prior. It fell to her mid-thigh, grey athletic shorts barely showing underneath. Her hair was up in a messy bun, tied back haphazardly as she furiously began reading her textbook earlier that day. [Y/N] lazily made her way to the door, muttering empty threats about having been disturbed. Sugawara stood outside her door, a blue tank top hanging loosely off his chest and black gym shorts on his waist. He quickly put his phone in his pocket, smiling widely at [Y/N] as he gently pushed past her and took his street shoes off in the entryway. “Koushi, what are you doing?” “Ouch, [Y/N], happy to see me?” [Y/N] rolls her eyes, shutting the door behind him. The A/C clicked on above them, trying to regulate the cool 65(F) degrees inside the apartment after the warm gust of air blew in from the front door. “I’m just in the middle of studying right now,” [Y/N] says as she walks back toward her room, leaving Sugawara to shuffle behind her in socks. “I know, that’s why I want to take you out!” he exclaims, gently grasping her hand and intertwining their fingers. [Y/N] turns to look at the pretty (almost) 20-year-old before her, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. “Koushi, please, you know how important this test is, it’s my final for the semester!” Sugawara takes both of her hands in his, looking into her [e/c] eyes intensely. “You’ve studied for this final for over, like, twenty hours this week alone, while working part time at the shop and visiting me every night. You need to take a break.” [Y/N] opened her mouth to interject, but Sugawara put his hand on her cheek, kissing her lips lightly. “I need you to take a break. If you don’t do it for yourself, do it for me,” his voice fell to a whisper, resting his forehead against hers without breaking eye contact. [Y/N] studied him for a moment before sighing lightly, closing her eyes and leaning her head into his warm hand. “Fine. But if this outing doesn’t involve food you owe me dinner,” she says curtly, grasping Sugawara’s hand and kissing it lightly. “I think I can handle that. Let’s go get you changed,” Sugawara grins, leaning in to kiss [Y/N] on the temple before leading her to her room with a small skip in his step.

[Y/N] giggled as Sugawara lifted her (his) shirt over her head and tossed it into her hamper across the room. She waddled to the open closet and plucked a green t-shirt and black skinny jeans from the mess of hangers, grabbing a jean jacket from the back of her desk chair as she made her way back to Sugawara, who sat on her bed mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Can I have any clue where you’re taking me?” [Y/N] asks as she kicks papers out of the way, pulling down her shorts and shimmying into the skinny jeans. “Nope, sorry honey,” Sugawara glances up from his comfy spot, giving her a closed-eye smile. [Y/N] slips the shirt on, tying the loose bottom into a knot and tossing the jean jacket over her shoulder. “Will this be fine at least?” she asks, spinning around once in her new outfit. “Perfect,” Sugawara says and he stands, putting his strong arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. “You look beautiful, as always,” he kisses the side of her head and turns her around by her shoulders. “Go get some shoes, and wear longer socks,” he instructs, a shit-eating grin breaking on his face as he flicks her asscheek and quickly scurries out of the room, laughing heartily. “Koushi! You bastard!” [Y/N] laughs as she tugs on socks and high-top converse, pulling her hair from its bun and letting it fall freely. “Let’s go, my dear,” Sugawara takes her hand gently, locking the door behind them as they stepped into the hot outdoors.

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Sugawara pulled into a small parking lot full of cars, his car shuddering as he rolled over potholes that littered the entire lot. Probably getting a little over-excited at finding an empty parking spot, he whips between the lines and throws the emergency brake up, turning to [Y/N] with a grin and a wild look in his eyes. The pair could hear bass bumping through the walls, and as [Y/N] opened the door and stepped out, she saw the business’ sign. “Skateland..?” she says, peering over the top of Sugawara’s car as he fumbled with his keys and stepped out. “Yes yes yes we’re going roller skating,” he clicks the key fob twice, car beeping as it locks. “What.” [Y/N] spits lowly, looking between the entrance and Sugawara, eye twitching. “You know I have zero balance, right?” she says, stepping toward her boyfriend and grabbing his hand. “It’s cute,” was all Sugawara had to offer as he quickly tugged [Y/N] toward the entrance. She grumbled under her breath, stomping her feet and groaning in exaggerated defiance. Eventually she fell into a fit of giggles, tightening her grip on Sugawara’s hand and cuddling closer to his side. Once at the counter, he paid for two hours of skate time and two pairs of skates, hauling his girlfriend behind him as he pushed open the inner door to the rink. Pop music filled their ears, upbeat bass being blasted from speakers surrounding the entire building. A small concession stand was to their right, and the counter to rent skates was on the left. A walkway stretched in front of them and curved to the right, leading directly to the hardwood skating rink. The air smelled of shoe refresher and popcorn, the sights and sounds almost leading to a sensory overload. A small smile broke on [Y/N]’s face as she walked with Sugawara to the rental counter. “You’ve been ice skating before, right? And you can relatively stand on those right?” Sugawara asks, turning to face the employee who waited patiently for them. “Yeah, but let’s just try the normal ones first, not the inline,” [Y/N] says, smiling at the employee. “I’m a size (s/s) in womens,” she turned, looking around the building in awe. Sugawara grabbed a pair of inline skates in his side and took both pairs, shuffling over to a carpeted bench across the walkway. [Y/N] sat next to him, taking her shoes off and pulling her socks farther up her ankles. “Okay, so, you’re gonna want lots of support on your ankles,” Sugawara instructs, pushing his shoes off and pulling his socks up as well. “Otherwise you’ll twist them, probably,” he laughs, tugging on the first skate and tying the laces tightly. [Y/N] follows his movements, pulling on her laces tightly. When both were on and tight, she held her legs out and rolled her feet in circles. “I think I’m set,” she says, looking to Sugawara who now stood over her significantly, several inches taller than normal. He held out a hand and she took it, hoisting herself up on unsteady feet. She grabbed his arms tightly, the odd feeling of wheels underneath her feet difficult to get used to. “Now all you have to do is shuffle your feet, like you’re walking but don’t pick your feet up,” Sugawara says over the music, holding her forearms tightly. [Y/N] hunched over, trying to put one foot in front of the other. Slowly, she started moving forward. “Great job!” Sugawara exclaimed fondly, expertly skating backwards in his inline skates as [Y/N] slowly shuffled with him. “It gets a lot easier when you’re off carpet and on hardwood, I promise,” he says, bending to kiss her on the top of the head as [Y/N] nodded vigorously. They made their way down the walkway, people much more skilled than them whizzing past. When [Y/N] reached the lip that turned from carpet to hardwood, she looked up at Sugawara, determination shining in her eyes. “I’m ready,” she says, dramatically stepping over the ridge and past Sugawara. He gripped onto her waist, following her onto the floor and giving her some momentum. [Y/N] naturally gravitated to the wall, gripping onto the soft carpet as she tried getting some speed by pushing her left foot outward like she had been seeing others do. It took her ten minutes to make one lap, but when she did she practically leaped into Sugawara’s arms, catching him off guard. Sugawara, unable to plant the rubber brake in time, wrapped his arms around [Y/N] and fell onto his ass, making a dramatic oof before laughing loudly. She looked down at him before frantically trying to get back on her feet. She held out a hand to him, pulling him up to stand over her again. “Sorry,” she smiled cheekily before turning and pushing off to skate ahead. [Y/N] eventually began to pick up speed, slowly inching away from the wall and wobbling much less when someone startles her. Sugawara skated patiently nearby, admiring her determination and independence. [Y/N] tugged on the bottom of his shirt after another couple laps, jerking her head toward the carpet seating outside the rink and Sugawara nodded, grinning. He skated ahead of her, waiting at the exit and offering a hand to help her over the ridge again. “Ahh man, this is hurting muscles I didn’t even know I had!” [Y/N] exclaimed, dramatically sitting on a carpeted bench just outside of the rink. Sugawara laughed, taking a spot next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She shrugged it off, pulling her hair into a ponytail and groaning. “Too hot for cuddles,” [Y/N] complained, dropping her arms again and reaching down to tighten the knot in her laces. “How has your ability to skate never come up before?” she questions her boyfriend, turning to look at him and Sugawara shrugged, a smile on his face. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Considering this is the only rink of any kind from here until Tokyo I’m not sure why I haven’t brought you before,” “Well, I think this is one of the best dates I’ve had, Koushi. Thank you for forcing me to take a break from studying,” [Y/N] smiled lightly, kissing Sugawara gently and scooting closer to him. His arm wrapped back around her shoulder and they watched the other patrons skate in a circle. After a moment of rest, Sugawara stands, pressing his lips to [Y/N]’s forehead before saying, “Let me get us some drinks. Do you want (fav. soda)?” [Y/N] nods, smiling as she watched his retreating figure. Her heart swelled with appreciation and love, the feeling not foreign to her. She watched him order the drinks, deeply envying his social skills as he looked back to her and made eye contact before waving wildly in her direction. [Y/N] waved shyly back, the smile on her face somehow growing larger than before. Sugawara soon returned to his love, a styrofoam cup in each hand and two packages of fruit snacks locked between his teeth. He dropped the fruit snacks into [Y/N]’s lap, setting down her drink next to her and taking his place on her other side. “They didn’t have [fav. soda] so I got you [second fav. soda] instead, I hope that’s okay,” he glances sideways at her, taking a sip of his drink. “Of course! Thank you so much,” [Y/N] says gratefully, handing Sugawara one of the fruit snacks and taking a happy sip of her drink. The two sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, [Y/N]’s head resting on Sugawara’s shoulder and fingers intertwined. When her feet began to ache, [Y/N] took that as a sign to stand, setting her food and drink down on the bench and skating to the rink entrance. “Let’s go, now there’s only an hour left,” she called to Sugawara and he stood, following closely behind. [Y/N] pulled him onto the rink, much more comfortable on wheels than she had ever been before.

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The two decided to call it quits after Sugawara took another fall, landing on his sore behind once again. He had been trying to teach [Y/N] how to skate backwards, but as his back was turned, he rammed straight into a kid who had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sugawara let go of [Y/N]’s hands, frantically trying to keep his balance as he felt himself tipping. The kid scurried away before Sugawara fell, crashing onto the hardwood flooring. He almost took [Y/N] with him, her lack of innate balance really coming back to bite her as she flailed about, trying to regain her balance. She finally did, feeling proud of herself and she punched the air triumphantly. “Babe! Didja see that? I didn’t fall!” Sugawara groaned from the ground, shifting to his knees and slowly standing up. “Yay, sweetheart, I’m proud of you,” he said, smiling through a grimace. “Oh no, oh dear, are you okay?” [Y/N]’s face immediately falls and Sugawara gives her a thumbs up. “I’m a-okay my love, just a little scraped up,” [Y/N] laughs lightly, tugging on his arm and pulling him toward the rink’s exit. “Let’s get you home, I’ll fix you up right quick!” she exclaims, sitting on their bench and tugging her skates off. Sugawara opened his mouth to assure her that it was okay and he could continue, but over the intercom an employee announced the 15-minute warning for the end of the time. [Y/N] smiled up at Sugawara. “Perfect timing!” she says, effectively silencing the protests that sat on the tip of Sugawara’s tongue. They took off their skates together, shoving the laces inside and setting them back on the rental counter. They walked out of the building, fingers intertwined as they laughed at the memories made and they thought up ideas for dinner. [Y/N] reached around Sugawara’s waist, pulling him closer to her and squeezing his side. “I’ll drive for you,” he narrowed his eyes at her statement, slowly pulling his keys from his pocket and eyeing her down. “Can I trust you with my car?” “You mean your rust bucket? Yes, Koushi, we’ve been over this,” he continued squinting at her as he pressed the key fob into her open hand and she squealed, running the rest of the way to his car and clambering into the driver’s seat. Sugawara followed her wearily as his hand subconsciously rubbed the bruise forming on his hip. He slid into the passenger’s seat, closing the door beside him and looking at his girlfriend. Without warning, [Y/N] flicked his forehead, grinning ear-to-ear. “That’s what you get for earlier,” Sugawara rolled his eyes, putting his hands up in defeat. “Yeah I guess I deserved that,” they giggled, [Y/N] facing forward and starting the car. She lowered the emergency brake, reversing out of their parking spot and left the rink behind them. [Y/N] rolled the windows down, the warm summer evening air rushing in and rustling both teenager’s hair violently as she turned the radio up to drown out the noise. Sugawara grabbed her free hand, rubbing his thumb gently against the back of it as she belted out the lyrics to the song playing on the radio. He smiled at her as her hair flew wildly with the wind, her driving hand tapping to the beat of the song, and her perfect smile peeking through her off-pitch (and often incorrect) lyrics. [Y/N] turned to smile at him briefly during a pause in the song, before releasing his hand and throwing her arms in the air, singing with the bass drop. She laughed loud enough to be heard over both the wind and the music, and this only solidified Sugawara’s long-held feeling that this is what he wanted for the rest of his life.

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