#guard! hanamaki

[deductivisms]

iwaoi basketball au too

[shaisuki]

📌 day seven: gangbang + seijoh four

the king was always generous. your dear father was and as the princess of the kingdom, your birthdays are always celebrated. you were his favorite child and was always pampered with all the things you could want and the best protection the kingdom can have. your childhood friends that you always used to frolicked in the meadows. making mud pies and throwing dirt to each other's faces was your body guards. anointed by your father as knights. sworn oaths they are, declaring loyalty to the crown and foremost your security.

it intimidated you that your friends are now the ones who protect you. they can be overbearing at times and it was annoying. they act like you aren't allowed to step outside when you really spent it with them after the lessons that you would study.

your birthday was coming and all you wished is to go outside. your body guards would surely allow that, right?

well, not without precautions and you want to be angry at them. it wasn't necessary. the kingdom was peaceful along with the neighboring kingdoms. no one would harm you except for this four knights slash body guards of you that is surely hurting your feelings but you can convince them right?

the meadow was lush with greenery. untouched by the others except you and your knights. this was the place where you all hangout when you were all a children and since then it has been the place where they would take you. they finally agreed to your whims after exchanging spits with them. they can't really say no to their princess when she's offering and it would be an insult to your father, the king.

that's why your skirt are bunched up to your waist. their armors are scattered in a pile in the tree along with their shields and swords. left in their shirts and pants hanging dangerously to their hips.

“what's the matter, princess?” the second youngest knight, hanamaki snickers at you. he was behind you. supporting your weight while you attempt to slide your cunt to issei's fat cock. “we've already stretched your pussy, surely you can take issei's cock and it would be easier for you to take us.” he chastises you like a child similar when one can't do what they were boasting about and you were one.

it was heat of the moment. they were really annoying and it drove you to snap and then this happened. you didn't expect that matsukawa would be this huge. huge was an understatement. it was unreal for such man to possess such size for a cock and you were more than thrilled to take it but it was almost impossible for it to fit inside you. he would tear you in half with that size.

a cocky grin is etched to his handsome face. issei is handsome as the the other three. they were handsome and would surely be mistaken for royalty but the birth they were born too was considered to be a misfortune but to them it didn't really matter when they have their chubby princess to take care of them. kind you are as you were stubborn. “are you sure you can do it, your highness?” oikawa's tone of voice was mocking you. imitating your voice and repeating the words you said earlier. “makki, help our little princess. it would be trouble if he can't take issei.” he orders to the man behind you. his lips curled up in a smile. hanamaki obliged to his order.

“take it easy, princess.” a moan softly escapes your mouth as he spreads your folds. exposing that cute clit of yours. he holds your plush waist. controlling your body to brush your slit to matsukawa's bulbous tip of his cock. the contact making you shiver. oikawa grasps your jaws. forcing you to look at him. his brown eyes swirling with mischief. “i'm going to kiss you, okay?” you nodded and his lips are in yours. you opened your mouth, giving him access to swirl his tongue inside you and you returned the gesture in the same fervor.

while you and oikawa kissed. the other two made their move to distract you further. after making sure you were wet enough. you slowly sank to issei's cock. it was just the tip but you were squeezing him tight. earning the owner of this huge cock a grunt. “just a little more.” you hear hanamaki whisper to you. kissing your back in featherlight kisses and slowly and painfully, half of matsukawa's cock are inside you. it took a few minutes for you to adjust his length inside of you before taking more.

matsukawa was getting impatient from how slow it was. he grabs your wide hips in a firm grip and with a sharp thrust, his cock was fully inside you. the sudden movements earned a muffle gasp from you. he was so fucking big inside you and your walls were squishing his girth and you can feel him throbbing inside you. “good girl. i'm so proud of you, princess.” iwaizumi praises you. patting your round cheeks in a affectionate manner before dipping for a kiss.

hanamaki on the other hands was grateful, you were finally settled on issei's cock and it was his turn. he already prepped your ass hole and putting his cock to your other hole is the next thing he's going to do. slowly he was easing his length to you and he hears you whine in iwaizumi but continued to do so and then he was also now inside you.

iwaizumi broke the kiss. his cock are fully erect as he places it your lips. “open wide, princess.” you take his cock into your mouth. kissing the tip of his cock and slowly sucking his cock. licking his shaft in slow kitten licks. you alternate the ways you take his cock.

you hold issei's hand. intertwining your stubby fingers in his thick digits while your other hand holds oikawa's cock. pumping his cock with your hand. squeezing them occasionally that he would let out a moan. “that's right, princess. you're doing so good for us.” oikawa bit his lip to stifle his moan.

never you did felt so full before and you relished on it. being a princess was tasking and the opportunity came for you to get fucked by your knights, it was all worth for the trouble.

what a scandal! it was forbidden for a royal to have a relationship with a commoner, let alone the knights that was protecting you. not one but four of them. imagine that the five of you will be caught at such lewd position. it was going to be the cause of a war cause you can't keep your urges and the knights that holding control over their princess but a knight could never say no to their princess.

good thing the meadows where they currently are fucking you is a place only known to a few, that few includes you and your knights. it will cause a rift between you and your kingdom if this was going to be found out but it wouldn't be easy. you were all alone with them and that's all that matters. your holes are being stuffed with their fat cocks. using you as their own relied and this was the best reward they can ever have.

iwaizumi holds your head while he keeps rutting his cock to your mouth. he can't stop moving his hips. your mouth's warm and wet and your tongue feels good too when he leaves you in charge to his cock. oikawa was turning into a needy son of a bitch from how he whines. your hand is as good to your mouth.

the other two who was drowning in bliss to your pussy and ass isn't doing good. you're just so fucking tight and it was being a challenge to fuck you but that wouldn't deter them. the slap of their heavy balls are like thunder from how loud it sounds.

hanamaki's grip on you is tight. holding your round belly for his dear life while he fucks you from behind. using it as a leverage to steady himself while he bites your shoulder to hide his moans and issei's mesmerized from where he is. laying on his back while you ride him with a cock in your ass. the sight of your breasts bouncing and your belly keeps him going and he looks at the happenings above him. iwaizumi's riled up from fucking your mouth, his balls slapping to your chin and oikawa's pathetic as ever. getting off to your beautiful hands and it just made his cock twitch. watching his knight brothers use you, their royal highness being fucked by her knights.

a princess should never level herself with her subjects, your governess told you that many times. a princess should only be ever with a prince, that's why they told you but you never liked the others. you much prefer your knights. they weren't afraid to show you what they're like and they're all honest with you. that's why you liked them using you like this.

their cocks rubbing all over you. rubbing their musky scent and when they cummed. it filled you with joy. the thick and warm cum of them is covering all over you and you love how you felt in your insides. issei was still cumming all over you and hanamaki's slowly thrusting inside your ass. oikawa and iwaizumi is forcing you to drink their cums which you gladly accepted. it just makes your cunt throb again. craving their cocks.

your knights weren't satisfied and that was good thing, you weren't either. it would be a long day for all of you, you hoped that this will continue after this. it was your happy ending after all.

[iheartduckie]

slapping their butt (aoba johsai)

a/n - bye this is so funny lmfao and UNEDITED

oikawa toru | matsukawa issei | hanamaki takahiro | iwaizumi hajime | kunimi akira | kyotani kentaro

fluff + established relationship + pre-timeskip x gn! reader

warnings - you’re slapping butts, you’re getting your butt slapped, idk if i was on something or not when i wrote this but if your not comfy with that then don’t read it obvi!

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# 1 oikawa toru

- is so OFFENDED! when he turns to face you and sees you trying to hide your laughter, he tries to give you a blank stare and feign intimidating vibes. although, your infectious laughter causes him to laugh too. as your running away to try and escape, he grabs your arm to pull you closer to him, “get over here, love, you’re not getting away that easily” and then really ‘hits it till he breaks’. probably starts laughing at you when he sees you rubbing your butt to soothe your pain.

#2 matsukawa issei

- he freaking laughs. like, you hit him pretty hard too, and you were so confused when you heard his laughter. yea, he leaned forward a little, but for the most part, he just shakes it off as nothing and continues on with what he’s been doing. weeks later, when you're talking to a good friend of yours, he decides to come up behind you and slap your butt. hard. you let out a yelp of surprise while mattsun and your friend bursted out laughing.

#3 hanamaki takahiro

- you don’t even get to slap his butt, HE KNEW BEFORE YOU HAD THE CHANCE- curiosity plagued your th0ughts when your hand slapped nothing but thin air, as you looked up to meet his stupid grin. “this is definitely interesting, right?” he asked, before grabbing your suspended hand and dragging you along his way. when you let your guard down and eased up after a short time walking, he playfully slapped your butt when you least expected it.

#4 iwaizumi hajime

- after he didn’t see you passing by him in the hall, you decided to slap his butt and run away. immediately blaming oikawa, he yelled profanities at him before makki and mattsun ratted you out. queue him looking around his surroundings, spotting you, saying “there you are,” rolling up his sleeves, and fast-walking towards you. by the end of the passing period, the two of you ended up at the guidance counselor’s office, promising to not slap each other’s butts on school grounds- while you iced your butt.

#13 kunimi akira

- poor boy was just laying on his tummy, chilling in bed and scrolling thru his phone, when you came up behind him to smack his butt before laying down next to him. while rubbing his butt, he looked over and asked “the fck did you do that for?” he didn’t expect for you to say that his butt was nice and squishy- giving you a soft smile, and calling you a “weirdo” under his breath, he sets his phone down and pulls you closer, taking an unexpected nap together.

#16 kyotani kentaro

- you’ve lost a bet with mattsun and makki, and as a punishment, you had to go slap your boyfriend’s butt. with him having a soft spot for you, you thought that you could get away with that unharmed. although, kyoken did not hesitate to throw a volleyball at you (not that hard tho- but it was also a head shot). “why are you like this, babe?” he asks, before letting you get a running head start because swiggity swooty, he’s coming for that booty.

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[stawbeemilk]

⤷ when they're jealous – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: sorry for being so inactive lately, i've been busy working on my ac island hehe

⭑ gets possessive

this guy is definitely the jealous type. as much as he tries not to, he always ends up letting his emotions get the best of him, and whenever he happens to catch someone else hitting on you he can't help but become all possessive over you. once he notices them getting a little too close for his liking he won't hesitate to approach the two of you, immediately interrupting the conversation by asking you who they are, and making sure to refer to you by a pet name as a not so subtle way of letting the other person know exactly who you belong to. gets super clingy with you afterwards, refusing to leave your side and making sure everyone around you knows that you're his.

⤷ kageyama, yaku, kuroo, yahaba, semi, futakuchi, atsumu

⭑ acts unbothered

pretends he doesn't care, but on the inside he's furious. he can't help but narrow his eyes at the other person, watching as you erupt into laughter at one of their jokes— even though it wasn't really that funny. once the interaction is over he'll try his best to keep up the act, finding himself becoming more reserved than usual as he attempts to hide the fact that someone else flirting with you made him far more irritated than he’d like to admit. it isn't until you call him out on his obvious jealousy that he gets all embarrassed, shocked that you noticed so easily because he genuinely believed that he was being subtle. he will probably try to deny it, but deep down he knows it's pointless as you somehow manage to always see right through him.

⤷ tsukishima, kenma, kunimi, sakusa, washio, suna, shirabu

⭑ ready to throw hands

will definitely try to fight anyone who dares to hit on you, to the point where he's basically your own personal guard dog. not only will he refuse to tolerate anyone flirting with you, he won't let them get away with looking at what's his either. as soon as he realises someone has been staring at you for a little too long, he'll be quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, all while glaring daggers at the person who had the nerve to shamelessly check you out like that. he might get a little defensive about it afterwards, especially if you start teasing him, but whenever someone starts eyeing you up and down like that he just can't stop himself from getting protective of you, simply because he hates the thought of anyone making you uncomfortable.

⤷ kyotani, iwaizumi, tanaka, konoha, aran, nishinoya, matsukawa

⭑ feels insecure

it's not that he believes you would ever be unfaithful, because he trusts you completely— it's just that deep down he thinks you're too good for him and that you could do way better. when he sees someone else trying to flirt with you he can't help but feel a little nervous, insecure thoughts plaguing his mind as he begins worrying that he's not good enough for you. he probably won't say anything to you about it afterwards, but you don't miss the sad look in his eyes or the way he appears to be trapped in his own thoughts. you know by now that he needs a lot of reassurance due to his tendency to overthink, and so you always remind him that he's good enough at times like these when you know he needs to hear it the most.

⤷ akaashi, koganegawa, asahi, hanamaki, tendou, yamaguchi

⭑ super touchy with you

whenever he gets jealous he finds himself unable to keep his hands off you. he's definitely the type to wrap his arms around your waist when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone else, hugging you from behind and leaning his head on your shoulder. it always manages to catch you off guard, wondering why he's being so affectionate with you all of a sudden, but with the way he scowls at the other person and pulls you into him it doesn't take you long to figure out that he's jealous. he won't be able to keep his hands off you for the rest of the day, asking you for cuddles or wanting to hold your hand, and pouting when you start making fun of him for it.

⤷ bokuto, oikawa, sugawara, osamu, hinata, lev, daishou

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[a-kaash-me-outside]

the walls are thin - ch2

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch2 | next [masterlist]

// stupid, annoying, really attractive, super funny, ravishingly charming atsumu ~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 6214 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: 18+ suggestive bits (& eventual smut), cafe date, incessant flirting, self-indulgent flirtationship with hanamaki, seijoh4 group chat, jealous, relentless, adorable, plantsitter atsumu, afab reader she/her pronouns

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the second that you close your door, you can’t help but speak aloud to yourself, “what the fuck was that?” you run both of your hands through your hair, leaning against the other side of the door “what the fuck was that?” you say, louder this time accompanied by a harsh scoff and only the start of another sentence, “i- fucking-.”

it’s nearly 2 in the morning. you left your dorm room over half an hour ago tired and annoyed and now you can’t fucking imagine sleeping. you know that you won’t have to deal with any banging, that time has come and gone. and it figures that the one night you know you’re guaranteed no more noises, you’re shocked awake by one stupid fucking interaction.

your dorm room isn’t big by any means. there really isn’t enough room to pace the floor and yet here you are, walking the length repetitively, turning on your heel when you couldn’t walk forwards any longer. when atsumu wasn’t in front of you, it was easy enough to maintain your annoyance or, at the bare minimum, not instantly forgive him for being so inconsiderate. it was easy enough to pretend that at some point tomorrow you were going to bring up this fact. 

“hey, so about my sleep schedule,” you practice aloud, well, aloud was an understatement, more like every few syllables made it past your lips. you shake your head, groaning to yourself as you sit down on the edge of your bed. “funny story, actually,” you say, gesturing with your hands to the thought of tomorrow’s atsumu. “fuck.”

maybe instead you would just focus on saying actual cohesive words this time. maybe that would be enough.

/++/

yesterday, yesterday you were caught off guard. you were tired. you were defeated. you thought you would have to return to a room full of irritatingly repetitive noises. it wasn’t even a thought in your mind that you’d meet him last night. you weren’t going to take the blame for the state you were in or the way that he affected you.

but today? today you were a new person, reinvigorated by the 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep you got, the productiveness of your 9am class, and the will to make sure that you looked like an actual human being when he saw you this time. you wouldn’t admit it, the amount of time and effort and the preparation that you took in your appearance, made sure to sneak around your dorm so as to not hint that you were awake early. 

the entire time that you’re getting ready, there are a million thoughts going through your head. most of them circle around the fear that you’re going to look like an idiot again. some of them about how stupid it was that you were going to lunch with the person who’s made your life the most difficult in these past months. and the most recent one you’ve landed on is that the two of you never settled on a time. what if you spent that much time getting ready, wasted countless hours of pointless thinking about things that just weren’t going to happen? what if he didn’t remember or just blew you off?

knock knock knock. you scramble to your feet from the seated position you resided in on the floor. 12:01pm. you don’t have to peek through your peephole to know who was at your door, but you do anyway. 

and god are you glad that you did. it at least gave you some time to be prepared for the sight that was a dressed up, put together, looking far too good in casual wear atsumu. it’s silly now, in hindsight, that you hadn’t thought of the fact that he would also have time to be put together today rather than you catching him completely off guard on your walk home. 

but you’re smart. you take a step away from the door, take a deep breath, and call out, “grabbing my bag, one sec.” that will buy you a few moments to prepare yourself. you throw on your shoes, grab your bag like you said you were, and you take one last look through the peephole. 

then it hits you. he did also have the ability and time to get ready just like you and, just like you, he obviously utilized every second of it. you smile a bit to yourself, turning the knob and opening your door. “cannot believe my quietness has finally earned me a free lunch.” it comes out of you easily, not forced. you didn’t have to think about it all night or mull over it while you were getting ready. 

he doesn’t say anything back to you as you step outside into the hallway next to him, turning around and locking the door behind you. in fact, all you get in return is a small laugh so you push on, “where are you taking me?”

“oh, yea,” he clears his throat, “what are you in the mood for?”

“you’re going to make your date choose where we go to eat?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at him before focusing on putting your keys in your bag. besides, you’re not sure that you could keep this up if you kept making eye contact with him. 

“i- well,” he tries, stopping himself and starting again. he gets a bit more traction, regains a bit more of the ground that he lost the second you looked that good standing in your doorway. “a date? i’m not sure i’m dressed up enough for a date-”

“i think you look really nice,” you say, holding eye contact with him as long as you can bare it. you don’t dare look down, don’t allow yourself the pleasure of taking him in, not yet. instead, you place your hand on his chest for just a fraction of a moment, just enough for the flat of your palm to feel a single heartbeat, and then you turn to walk down the hall.

you’re already making your way towards the elevator, nodding your head towards the exit as if he hasn’t also lived there the past 2 months. “hey! you stole my line!” god, he’s not used to this. he stammers as he jogs to catch up to you. guess you’re not the one that looks like an idiot this time.

“gotta be quicker than that,” you say, turning around once you’ve gotten to the elevator, putting your weight into your heels as he takes two long strides to catch up with you. in those two long strides, you let yourself falter, breath catching as you make the mistake of taking him in as he steps right in front of you.

his blonde hair is no longer tangled in the back, but you still find yourself wanting to run your fingers through it, still find yourself wanting to know how easy it is to get as tangled as it was yesterday, still find yourself wanting to hear the sound that comes out of him when you grab a fistful. the neatness of it all is making it even worse. 

he’s wearing a different jacket this time, dark denim, no longer shirtless underneath but wearing a plain white t-shirt that’s loosely tucked into his cuffed -fucking cuffed- tan pants. his bangs are no longer resting against his forehead, instead pushed up and back revealing more of his face, revealing more of this two step behind expression on his face. 

and, fuck, if you couldn’t look at that forever. 

it’s gone too soon, replaced by a devilish smile, hand out in front of him as he steps closer to you, palm upturned as reaches towards you. your eyes widen despite wanting to flutter shut and you’re about to lean into his touch when he continues his motion right past you, clicking the elevator button and letting his hand linger, halfway bracketing you in. “gotta be quicker than that,” he says.  

/++/

you let him choose where the two of you go for lunch, a small little cafe at the very edge of town, away from the business of the campus and the multitude of college students. you had never been there before, this small hidden gem in the vicinity of a crazy college town. 

atsumu also chooses your booth, sliding into a secluded one in the corner of the cafe away from the few patrons on laptops or coffee dates. “so did i do a good job choosing our first date place?” he asks. 

you’re amused, you won’t lie. and you know that you’re the one that brought up the date joke in the first place, but there’s something about the way that he says “first date” that makes it feel a bit too real. still, you play along, tapping your chin, chewing on your bottom lip, swerving your head from side to side. “really great, but i don’t know how you’re going to top it for our second one.”

he smirks. you’ve pulled a smirk from him. he leans forwards, arms crossed over one another on the table. “i’m not usually a second date typa guy,” he admits and there’s absolutely no way that your face isn’t bright fucking red. whatever feelings you were feeling yesterday are nothing compared to this moment. your stomach feels like it’s going to come up your throat and you have to make a quick decision as a whimper threatens to leave along with it. 

ahem. you clear your throat, shaking your head as you do, covering your mouth, hoping that it covers part of the burning in your cheeks. he doesn’t give you any time to recover. “so maybe let’s not call this our first date so that i can actually take you out sometime,” he follows up. it’s not making your situation much better. 

you reach your hand out, wrapping it around his forearm, not expecting it to feel so strong in your grasp, but you suppose that was your misjudgement. you tighten your grip, begging for the attention to be taken off your face and given to the contact you’ve just created. “we’ll see how good of company you are for lunch, first, yeah?” 

he speaks after a second, nodding along, “that seems fair.”

and then it’s quiet, but neither of you seem to mind, not when you have these few moments to just sit there looking at each other, your nails gently scraping against his skin.

you break the silence first, “so, what do you do for fun?”

“oh, hm, well, i-,” he stammers, laughing, obviously not expecting that question. “i play volleyball a bit and i go to parties and i mean, yea, that’s basically how i spend my freetime.” maybe that was a bit easier of an answer than a different girl every night. he’s about to reciprocate the question when an older woman stops by the table.

“the usual, atsumu?” the waitress asks, a light, friendly touch placed on his shoulder.

the question takes you by surprise, repeats in your head as you rattle off your order as politely as you can while you put the pieces together. what are you thinking. what are you thinking. what are you thinking. 

of course he’s been there before. he’s probably taken a handful of his one night stands here. the nights that you’ve spent struggling to fall asleep or at maki’s or in the library probably started right here with a conversation very similar to the one that you’re having now. you weren’t above having a one night stand. you weren’t judging him for having many of them. you weren’t even regretting this lunch because you’ve just been reminded of the fact that you’re not special in the eyes of miya atsumu. 

you’re regretting the fuck-me eyes you’re flashing and the less than clean thoughts that you’re having because you’re not going to fuck your neighbor who is notorious for one night stands are you kidding. 

suddenly the booth seems a bit too warm, shifting in your seat, taking your hands and putting them back on your side of the table. you still smile at him sweetly. you still shoot him a few flirty questions. you still ogle at him from your side of the table, but that’s as far as it’s going to go you decide. 

/++/

he walks you back to your door which isn’t really saying much since he lives right next to it. you’re not sure if he’s going to try to talk to you again after he realizes that you’re not interested in taking this further than what it is right now. maybe he’s holding out hope or thinking that you’ll break in the next 24 hours or by the time he asks you out to dinner inevitably, because you’ve never been extraordinarily great at reading body language, but his is loud and clear. he wants to kiss you or move your hair out of your face or hug you or stroke your cheek or something. 

his body is leaning forward, not actively, just positionally, but he leaves room for you to make the move and as much as you want to close the gap, fumble with his door handle until you can pull him inside, and finally be the one who can enjoy atsumu’s one night stand for once, you motion to your door. “i’ve gotta get ready to meet a few friends, but i’m sure i will see you around.” 

you fish your key out of your bag, unlocking the door, ready to say one final goodbye before entering your own room, but he says, “wait!” you do so. “can i have your number?”

you chuckle, furrowing your eyebrows at the thought. “what do you need my phone number for? you live right next to me?” you prop the door open with your foot, grabbing onto the door frame instead.

“right and how well did that work for us seeing each other all semester?” he asks, “besides, what if i want to bother you when you’re not home?”

with your freehand that isn’t on the frame, you mimic your motion from before, resting the flat of your palm against atsumu’s sternum, patting a few times, “take a number.” and if luck and karma was on your side, the smirk and wink that you throw at him will have him just as stunned outside of his door as you were last night.

/++/

as soon as you’ve closed the door, you let out a breath you’re not even really sure you knew you were holding. what were you thinking? flirting with your neighbor that you know is having one night stand after one night stand? flirting with your neighbor that is super inconsiderate and doesn’t care about the people around him he’s affecting? flirting with your neighbor that is incredibly fucking hot and that you have incredible chemistry with? flirting with your neighbor that you could be fucking right now if you had just played your cards right instead of having to hear him fuck some other girl tonight? shit. what were you thinking?

you shake your head, sitting down at your desk and finally checking your phone.

2 new messages.

> issei / 1:03 pm > can you fucking believe yn blew us off today without so much as a text

> maki <3 /  1:04 pm > maybe she’s sleeping right through lunch.

shit. how did you forget that you were supposed to have lunch with them today instead. well i mean you know why you forgot. but how could you forget to even just text them and let them know. 

< 3:23 pm < shit sorry guys. 

> kawa / 3:32 pm > sorry really isn’t going to get you out of admitting that you didn’t tell lover boy off last night???????????

< 3:32 pm < are u guys at ur dorm??? < i’m coming over

> maki &lt;3 / 3:43 pm > hajime’s at class > the rest of us are 

> hajime / 3:45 pm > i want to know? > and if i get a footnotes version > i will be so mad

> maki <3 / 3:46 pm > then don’t be in class, loser

> maki <3 / 3:48 pm > i’m sorry. it was a joke.

> maki &lt;3 / 3:52 pm > guys please.

&lt; 4:04 pm < omw to save maki’s ass

> maki &lt;3 / 4:04 pm > and that’s why i love u.

/++/

you feel like you’ve been talking for ages, explaining everything, not sparing any little detail (except for the feelings, you definitely left the feelings out). the three men look at you in disbelief. oikawa takes a deep breath and then closes his mouth and then opens it once more, “okay, yn, when we said to confront your neighbor, we didn’t mean…” his voice trails off, but your brain fills in the blanks.

“i know,” you say through your teeth, “i obviously know in theory that i shouldn’t be flirting with my neighbor who is obviously trying to get with me.” all three of them stare back at you, waiting for a but, “...but, i don’t know, he’s just really attractive.”

“hardly an excuse,” maki responds from behind you on the couch.

“that’s because you don’t know what it’s like to have that effect on someone,” issei says, shrugging as if it were just fact. it causes you and oikawa to burst out in laughter, maki’s cheeks tinged with soft red as a result.

catching your breath, you sigh, “no, maki’s right, i know it’s not an excuse and i’m not going to do it,” you pause, blowing out air, “he’s just kinda cool to hang out with. the banter is fun and he’s nice to look at and i’m not sure i know how to hang out with him without excessively flirting with him.”

“i’m sure it’s not that hard, yn,” maki quips, voice evidently joking in a way that actually makes the situation weirdly easier. he is right. you did manage the rest of the day. 

“don’t mind him,” issei rests a hand on your shoulder and you catch his attention just long enough to catch the smirk that comes with it, “maki’s just jealous he’s not your only crush now.”

“yea, yn, maybe i’m just jealous i’m not your only crush now,” maki repeats, arms folded.

“hey, i mean, it doesn’t matter, anyway,” you shake your head, “i don’t think he’s going to be trying to talk to me after he finds out that i’m not planning on having sex with him.” you stand up from the couch, placing your hand softly on maki’s shoulder, “you will soon be my only crush once again.”

“good. that’s how it should be.” maki gives a short nod. 

“sure, behind me and hajime,” issei responds back and you’re already getting a bad feeling about the quizzical look on maki’s face. oikawa scoffs, a rebuttal already coming out of his mouth, but he’s interrupted.

“really? because yn actually said that i was her favorite,” maki says sweetly despite the destruction he’s about to bring to the room.

a volume of protests erupt from the other two men sitting in the room. “oh! look at the time! i’ve gotta head back!” you say, checking your nonexistent watch and backing up towards the door. 

“fine! leave! traitor!” oikawa scowls. you blow the group a small kiss before slipping out of the room. 

/++/

unfortunately for a lot of people, atsumu surprises you. unfortunate for maki, your second crush; your friend group for missing out on your typical presence; your own expectations; and you’re sure, atsumu, who just wanted to have sex with his cute neighbor.

he doesn’t just hang out with you once more and then decide to stop talking to you. he hangs out with you 6(7?) times in the next few days: lunch every day, a walk to the corner store, dinner, and a 45 minute talk in the hallway if you count that as hanging out. brought on either bumping into you or deliberately knocking on your door to coerce you into doing something with him.

by the third hangout, he meets your energy, flirting with you in tiny quantities, no more than he would flirt with a close friend. and it feels almost impossible, but you’re getting the suspicion that he actually wants to be friends with you. he has a million girls to choose from that he doesn’t have to try nearly as hard for, so why else would he continue to hang out with you like this?

he makes it so easy to want to be friends with him. after your initial infatuation wears off, he’s just atsumu, stupid, annoying, really attractive, super funny, ravishingly charming atsumu. and more than any of this, he makes it so easy because his room has been so quiet these past few days. you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep every single day since you started hanging out more regularly. 

there’s a tiny part of you that wants to chalk that up to you and how much you’ve been hanging out, but during one of your lunches he tells you about how rough volleyball is and that, unfortunately, makes more sense than him meeting you caused him to not want to fuck other people.

“i literally don’t have time for anything,” he said, shoving food into his mouth, checking his watch. “it has been nonstop practices, prep, training, matches.” he shook his head. 

“right, but you have time to hang out with me,” you pointed out. 

he laughed, lips spread wide to show his perfect smile, “okay. i have time for one thing and that is you, i guess.” he paused, swallowing his food. you could’ve fill the silence with more teasing and bantering, but you just waited patiently for him to speak again, not because you were trying to impress him, but because you could see that he was about to say something and you didn’t want to miss it. “i love volleyball, of course i do, but i’m ready to slow down just a little bit.” he made a pinching motion with his fingers. “‘m really glad spring break is this week. ready to get back to some routine at least.”

that’s exactly where atsumu is right now, fitting in another practice when he’s supposed to be eating because he gets an entire week off just like everyone else but unlike everyone else, he has to physically prepare for that.  

“god, the first lunch that we’ve had with just the two of us in-” he checks his phone, “5 days.” he shakes his head disapprovingly. “unacceptable.” you set your lunch down on the picnic table. 

“i know, i know, i’m sorry,” you say, swinging your leg over the bench. 

maki shrugs, “sorry isn’t good enough, i need you to make it up to me.”

“what do you want me to-,” you start, throwing your hands up in the air, ready, in the back of your mind, to give him the cookie in your bag that you really got for yourself. 

“yn?” you hear from behind you. you don’t need to look to know who it is, that voice has permanently ingrained in your head this week.

“y’know what, this works. this counts,” maki says as atsumu approaches your table.  

“maki, i swear to go-,” you start again and atsumu unintentionally interrupts you again, walking up close enough to your table. “hey!” 

you notice that jacket from the first time you met and those shorts from the first time you met and those shoulders from the first time you met and that messy hair and crooked smile. you notice all of those, easily enough to recognize when you’ve seen it all before, but there is something there on his face that isn’t as easy to recognize, because you haven’t seen it before. 

“are you just getting back from practice?” you ask.

atsumu runs his fingers through his already messed up hair, combing through the brassy locks before nodding his head, “yeah, i just got done. tomorrow’s the last one until we get back from break.”

“you told me this morning when we left at the same time, yes,” you tease, pointing for emphasis. he would normally play right back, poke fun or just laugh at your observation, but instead his eyes keep flicking over to maki. 

“oh! sorry, i didn’t- yea, this is atsumu,” you nod towards atsumu, “he’s-.”

“you’re yn’s neighbor,” maki fills in all by himself, “the volleyball guy.”

“amongst other things,” atsumu adds on.

“you sure are,” maki smirks, “i’m maki.” he gives a small wave, and you know that he’s purposely omitting a title. 

“maki’s just a friend,” you blurt, trying to slouch your shoulders and lean back to seem more casual, like the statement you just said wasn’t so pointed, like you couldn’t feel the tension. you swear to god you watch atsumu’s shoulders mirror yours.

“well, it’s nice to meet you,” atsumu replies. it’s not as dry as it could be, evidently shaking off whatever it was he was feeling a few moments ago, but the second that he turns to you and talks, it’s warm, “i’ll catch you later, okay?”

“yes! we still have stuff to go over before tomorrow!” you yell towards him even though he’s only taken 3 baby steps backwards.

“alright, alright, quit you’re yellin’,” he smiles, “you know where to find me.”

you watch him turn around and jog away, brisk and perfect form, and you’re not sure if you let out a lovey sigh or if it’s hanamaki mocking you or if you just thought it. anyway you slice it, there was a lovey sigh as he was jogging back. 

“oh my god he absolutely wants to fuck you,” maki laughs, “and we are even for like the next 10 things you do, oh my god that was so worth it.”

you punch his shoulder, narrowing your eyes, “not. cool.”

“9 now. 9 things.”

/++/

true to his word, you knew exactly where to find him.

when he opens his door, you’re expecting him to look irritated or bothered or uninterested for having to do this, but he greets you with a half-smile and steps out into the hallway with you. “okay,” you step into your room. “i’ve color coded them and i’ve included a chart. you literally can’t fuck it up. whatever the color, you refer to the little chart and you check the time slot when you’ve watered them, got it?”

“yn, i’m not going to kill your plants,” atsumu deadpans. “you know where i live.”

you let your giggles escape you, “are you ever going to stop using that joke?”

he pauses for a second, and in that second you realize how close he’s standing to you, how softly he’s looking you in the eyes, “maybe when you stop laughing at it.”

you turn away from him quickly, trying your best to hide the warmth in your cheekbones. “okay. noted,” you only half joke. “just,” you walk over to the chart beside the window sill titled atsumu’s plant checklist (pls dont kill these guys) ♡ “follow the chart and you’re right, you will not kill them.”

“got it,” atsumu nods genuinely. 

you point at him. “and in return,” you turn around and tap on the 10 digits in the bottom corner of the paper. “i am finally giving you my phone number.”

atsumu fakes a gasp, “for bothering you when you’re not home?”

“no! no. you will use this for emergency’s only. i am entrusting you with my dorm key,” you wave it in your hand above your head, “and if anything happens-,” you say, backing up, shaking your head. 

“nothing’s going to happen,” atsumu steps forward with you as you back up, lunging forward and grabbing your wrist, “now what are you so afraid of?” he doesn’t let go of your wrist, not as he cocks his head to the side and lowers your hand, pushing his fingers into your fist to grab the loosely held key. 

“okay then,” you say, quiet, really quiet because he’s pretty close and you don’t need to be screaming into his ear and your stomach is not letting you talk any louder, “i will see you in two weeks.”

he drops your wrist, slowly, not all at once, lets you feel his soft skin on yours until the very last second. “me, and all of your very alive plants, will see you in two weeks.”

unlike most everyone else on campus, you were leaving for two weeks instead of one, split equally between spring break free time and a university sanctioned event. this meant a really cool and fun two weeks away from classes and the mundane. it also meant two weeks away from maki and atsumu and your plants and your bed. 

you grab your duffle bag that you had packed previously, slinging it over your shoulder. both you and atsumu leave your room. atsumu locks the door with your key, checking that the door is properly locked like you’ve never seen him do with his own. “two weeks,” he says, pointing at you as you walk down the hallway. you shake your head, “two weeks.”

bzzzz bzzzz. before you’re even out of the building you get a text.

> unknown / 7:20 pm > about your plants… > have a safe trip 😚

yeah, your trip wouldn’t be so bad. 

/++/

> 12:34 pm > i’m back in 10, pls let’s get foooood

> tsumu / 12:35 pm > for sure. drop ur bags and we’re going > srsly 1 minute and im leaving without u

you did exactly that, opened your door for just a fraction of a second to throw your bag inside and then started banging on atsumu’s door, not stopping until he’s opened it, not even when he yells, “i’m coming, i’m coming, hold on.” when the door flings open, you’re met with maybe too many emotions, namely excitement and a realization of just how much you missed him. “god, so impatient,” is what’s coming out of his mouth before his eyes have settled on you, his face contorted into playful annoyance. the end of the sentence trails off and the playful annoyance is replaced with a smile and an expression similar to the one you’re wearing. 

there is no hesitance, from either of you, as you extend your arms out and wrap them around him. his arms follow suite at the exact same speed as if both of you had the idea at the exact same time, mutually exclusive in this reaction to seeing each other for the first time in two weeks. his arms clasping around your waist tightly, strongly and you try to match the squeeze as much as you can and you’re wondering if he’s feeling as safe as you are right now. 

you don’t even have it in your head to feel off about how closely the two of you are pressed together, not when you’re breathing in his scent, clean and a pinprick dab of soft cologne, not when you can feel his heartbeat against the side of your cheek. and definitely not when he squeezes you just a fraction tighter as he says, “missed ya.” there’s no way he didn’t feel your heart skip a beat.

truthfully, there wasn’t a single day during that 2 weeks that you didn’t text with atsumu. but, the same could be said about maki, so it’s not really that big of a deal, right? though, you suppose, maki wasn’t the first person that you texted the second you stepped foot back on campus. and maki wasn’t the one that you spent a solid minute hugging within the first minute you saw him. and maki wasn’t sitting in front of you eating lunch now, a lingering smile on his face that hasn’t quite left from that moment. and maki didn’t buy you lunch as a welcome back present.

but it’s still not that big of a deal.

“what is that supposed to mean?!” you laugh, leaning forward, eyebrows knit together and, you’re sure, an adorably confused look on your face.

“i meant what i said, i get it,” atsumu tries, putting his hands up in faux defeat.

“you get why this 50 year old man tried to give me a keycard to go back to his room with him?” you repeat, trying to make sure that you’re actually hearing him correctly. 

“game recognize game,” he shrugs.

“you’re fucking ridiculous,” you shake your head, but you’re not even trying to hide the huge grin, laughing as you reach over to atsumu’s plate and pick a french fry off of it. there’s a pause, a beat, that just feels natural as it passes, but as soon as he’s said his next sentence, you know that moment was thoughtful, tactical, maybe even used to muster up some courage, if not just to weigh some pros and cons. 

“i mean, god, i really was trying to fuck you the first time we hung out,” atsumu says, admits, lets escape into such a crowded space, but the statement is gone as quickly as it came, carried away by the volume of the public space that you’re in. you knew this. of course you knew this, but there was still something so taboo about him saying it to your face.

what’s his angle here? you don’t even know how to respond, so you tease him, “yea, well, maybe you shouldn’t have been so insufferable and i would’ve fucked you.” you shrug your shoulders, stealing another fry.

he laughs, then, but it tapers out at the end. was that not the answer that he wanted? what was the answer that he wanted? you look at him, really look, as much as you can without seeming weird, and his smile is still as bright and his shoulders aren’t any more slumped, but there’s something in his eyes, a tiny damper that you might even have mistaken for hurt. 

you wait for something to change in your conversation, but he keeps throwing jokes your way, keeps asking you about your trip, telling you about his week of school without you. the rest of your conversation goes on like normal for the most part, if not just a touch less flirty on atsumu’s end. 

/++/

by the time you make it back to your room, it’s dark outside. between swiping notes from people from various classes and getting dinner with maki and hanging out with oikawa and iwa and issei at their dorm, when you actually make it to your room it’s nearly 2 in the morning. you pat at your pockets, search your tote bag, shit. 

his shitty ass handwriting catches your eye. if you are not yn do not take this key. holy shit he’s a dumb ass. still, you’re grateful that he thought this far ahead at least. what if someone stole it? or just went into your room? you shake your head, moving one door over, ready to both thank him and reprimand him.

you’re about to knock on his door and then you hear it, because it’s really been ingrained in your head since the beginning of the semester, this rhythm, this noise. and you know exactly what it is. you’re looking for it now. it’s faint, but you’re listening for it. and yet, you still end up inside your room, because no matter how confident you were that that is what you were hearing in the hallway, it would be louder in your room and louder meant it was actually happening.

it’s unmistakable, really, but you put your hand on the wall just to make sure. 

it’s been weeks since you’ve dealt with this, weeks since you’ve had to hear this, weeks since you’ve met atsumu and got to know him and flirted with him and got lunch with him every day and let him text you and trusted him to plantsit for you. 

you move away from the wall, stand up from your bed, and walk over to set your tote bag and notes down on your desk, needing to get rid of the things that are weighing you down because you feel heavy enough as it is right now. 

but sitting on your desk instead is the chart that you left atsumu, completely filled out with random smiley faces and check marks and doodles on each day and there is a new color on the bottom with one poorly drawn added box and a large, similarly badly drawn, star inside of it. next to the chart is a small cactus with the coordinated color tab wrapped around its base and a note that reads

??? cactuses are easier to take care of. please get more so next time it’s easier to take care of them. - atsumu  

p.s. you’re welcome for the new plant

p.p.s AND for keeping all of your plants alive. 

p.p.p.s welcome back. i missed havin u around.

p.p.p.p.s. it’s 2 days until you’re back dont hold this against me. been too quiet without u around.

for the few minutes that you’re reading and rereading the note, the sound fades away. but now you’re wishing the note was never ending because it’s back and it’s loud and fuck. fucking miya atsumu.

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[noirflms]

AFFECTION — haikyuu various

haikyuu men and the way the show their affectionate ways for you.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ THE OVERLY AFFECTIONATE !

it’s hard for them to keep their love away from you. they just have to have their hands wrapped around you, to mutter words of love to you — wherever you may be — to bring your gifts any moment they get, and to just be with you. the overly affectionate group, stands by the motto of being stuck to you like glue, their affection is quite public, they do not care if anyone sees, you are his centre of attention. he is loud with his love, he likes to show to the world that you belong to him and he belongs to you.

BOKUTO KOUTARO . atsumu miya . NISHINOYA YUU . hinata shoyo . oikawa tooru . koganegawa kanji . KUROO TETSURO . tanak ryunosuke . yamamoto taketora . TENDO SATORI . suguwara koushi . michinari akagi . TERUSHIMA YUJI . matsukawa issei . SHOYO HINATA . haiba lev .

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ THE PRIVATE LOVERS !

he’s not big on showing it in public or anywhere where people are present! but oh lord, he such a menace when it is private. he likes to have you close, just you and him in the closeted vicinity of the home. he has to surely have his hands on you, they are always present underneath your shirt, kisses being pressed on the most intimate of places, to have you be sat on his lap and to hold you close as he showers you in his love and affection. he isn’t loud with his love, he is just enough and full of it, he shows it at the right time and right place. engulfing you in his affection and loads of love.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI . kiya shinsuke . azumane asahi . ennoshita chikara . SHIRABU KENJIRO . shibayama yuki . takanobu aone . AKAASHI KEIJI . USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI . tsukishima kei . tatsuki washio . kunimi akira . SUNA RINTAROU . tadashi yamaguchi . omimi ren . HIRUGAMI SACHIRO .

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ THE LOWKEY PDA !

not big on showing too much, but he is big on hand holding, a bit of pda here and there but not too much. but he has to have his hand somewhere on you, to know that — yes, you are beside him. sprinkles of kisses here and there in the public eye but not too much. but oh, when he gets jealous! he has to show everyone who you belong to, he is just gonna be your guard dog, if anyone eyes you in public. a lowkey pda person, having have your hand in his whispering gossip here and there, a kiss to your cheek when you ask him how a dress would look on you. he never stops smiling when he is with you! and he might be lowkey with it, but he loves to have you with him!

sawamura daichi . IWAZUMI HAJIME . kai nobuyuki . yaku moriosuke . SEMI EITA . kawanishi taichi . FUTAKUCHI KENJI . kageyama tobio . hanamaki takahiro . KYŌTANI KENTARO . akinori konoha . yamagata hayato . OJIRO ARAN . MIYA OSAMU . ginjima hitoshi .

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[cashmakozume]

too late

⟡ oikawa tōru x reader

⟡ word count: 1,973

⟡ sequel to: deeper meaning [pls read deeper meaning first!]

⟡ hello! i usually don't write sequels to my shorts, but @multi-fandom-fanfic really inspired me to think about a part 2 HAHAHA thank you for asking for one! i really hope it answers ur questions [not proof read pls i poured this out after staying up all night thinking about it]

you were picking up some groceries at the supermarket near your home when you ran into iwaizumi. the shock on both of your faces was evident. he didn’t expect to see one of his closest high school friends.

“it’s been a while.” iwaizumi spoke first, noticing you staying frozen in place.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

when you broke up with oikawa tōru, you lost the friends that you spent every second with.

it’s not like they didn’t want to be friends with you, but every attempt they made was met with a wall of silence. hanamaki even went to the extent of begging for you to reply, but your persistence in ignoring them didn’t falter. so, the daily texts turn into weekly check ups. then monthly messages of “i hope you’re doing well” turned into nothing.

it wasn’t even their fault that oikawa tõru broke your heart. but everytime you think about your friends, his face would appear. so you cut them off, hoping it would help you forget.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

iwaizumi managed to convince you to catch up with him at a nearby park. you barely said a word to him, not even knowing what to say or where to start.

“i’m sorry for the way he left.” iwaizumi started.

you stayed silent, looking down at your fiddling hands. your eyes quickly welled up with tears, getting reminded of your break up. you quickly blinked them away, not wanting to shed another tear over it.

“you don’t have to apologize for your friend.” you coughed out, making sure your voice sounded stable.

“you have been doing that since high school.”

iwaizumi let out a weak chuckle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he genuinely felt bad for how things ended.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

the break up certainly wasn’t expected. hanamaki, matsukawa and him really thought both you and oikawa would end up married. he had to listen to oikawa babble about you all the time, during volleyball practice or whenever they hung out outside of school to pick up oikawa’s nephew.

“are you fucking stupid?” iwaizumi raised his voice, making oikawa take a step back. “you ran your mouth about wanting to buy a ring and now you fucking broke up with her?”

iwaizumi’s anger was radiating. he couldn’t believe what oikawa did. and he couldn’t even imagine how you felt.

he knew how much you grew to adore oikawa throughout your relationship with him and you thanked iwaizumi constantly for bringing you and oikawa together.

“yeah, i did what i had to do.” oikawa recovered, not wanting to appear afraid of iwaizumi.

in a way, iwaizumi felt guilty.

he was the one who made you and oikawa friends. he was the one who encouraged you to talk to oikawa, even if it went through the left ear and out the right. he was the one who expected the most out of it.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“he asks me about you.” iwaizumi brought up, looking you in the eyes. “after a while, i had to tell him that i didn’t know how you were doing.”

your eyes watered and you quickly turned away. it was ridiculous that it still made you feel this way.

“why did he even bother?” your question lingered. “he was the one who left me.”

iwaizumi grabbed your shoulder, making you turn to look at him again.

“he still cares, you know.” iwaizumi started softly. “the volleyball thing was just something he needed to do.” 

you scoffed at what he said. hearing it from iwaizumi, you got angry at how ridiculous it sounded. you knew that oikawa tōru viewed volleyball as his life ever since you met him, but he didn’t have to throw you aside that way.

“if he cared, he would’ve tried.” you shot back, catching iwaizumi off guard. “we could’ve done long distance, or i could even go with him.”

“but —”

“no ‘buts’.” you interrupted iwaizumi.

“he could’ve worked something out. he was the one who made me like him. he was the one who made sure he always does his best for everything. why couldn’t he do the same for me? for our relationship?”

you could feel the tears forming again. but this time you let them fall.

“if i really meant that much to him, he would’ve done it. i know you’re his friend, but you don’t have to lie for him.” your voice cracked halfway.

iwaizumi couldn’t say anything, because he didn’t know anything. oikawa didn’t give him a further explanation, even after constant prodding. all iwaizumi could do was give you a hug as you cried into his shoulder.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

iwaizumi called oikawa the moment he got situated at home.

“iwa-chan~” oikawa cheered, picking up after the third ring. “did you miss me?”

“you fucking idiot.” iwaizumi’s tone made oikawa go silent.

“she’s still hurting.” iwaizumi continued, not bothering for oikawa’s reply. “i ran into her back home. she’s still fucking hurting over you, you fucking imbecile.”

oikawa kept quiet, processing what iwaizumi said.

oikawa was used to the lack of updates about you after he was told they had no idea what you were up to. he expected it to stay that way.

“fix it.” iwaizumi demanded. “tell me you’ll fix it.” 

silence filled the air, making iwaizumi fume even more.

“shitty-”

“i will.” oikawa cut him off and ended the call.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

oikawa tōru was at the top of his career but he still felt incomplete. and he wondered why.

maybe it was the way he left. maybe it was the abruptness of his decision. maybe it was you.

he never told anyone why he decided to break up with you in the first place. just like the rest of his friends, he thought the both of you would end up married, white picket fence and all. but, with his never ending thirst of becoming a better volleyball player, he realized he couldn’t do that to you.

him wanting to improve meant having to put priorities in place. and it meant that volleyball would be first. it was a painful reality for oikawa, but he decided.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

after telling iwaizumi that he broke up with you, oikawa went home.

he locked himself in his room, under the guise of packing. he sat down on the floor of his room, looking up to see a polaroid picture of you and him on his wall.

for the first time that day, he let himself cry. he knows what he did was stupid, he knows that you would have supported him in every way. but he couldn’t bare to treat you undeservingly. he wanted the world for you, he wanted to give you everything but he realized he couldn’t do that. his cries were silent, but he could feel his entire body shaking. his chest filled up with unheard sobs and he took every breath as if he couldn’t get enough air.

oikawa tōru hated himself for what he did, but it was for your own good.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

you met up with iwaizumi a few times after that. you genuinely enjoyed the company and you were glad to finally have met a friend again. the both of you reminisced about the times in high school, iwaizumi carefully avoiding instances with oikawa so that you wouldn’t cry again.

it was your last day back in miyagi, you and iwaizumi were eating ice-cream while walking back home.

“thank you, iwa” you broke the comfortable silence.

iwaizumi looked at you with one of his eyebrows raised.

“i feel like i can finally move on.” you started. “crying it out and talking to someone about it made me feel…” you trailed off, trying to find the right word for what you were feeling.

“it made me feel free.”

iwaizumi’s eyes widened. this wasn’t supposed to happen. oikawa was supposed to fix it, not you. oikawa was supposed to do some big gesture and it would lead you back to each other again.

as selfish as it was, iwaizumi didn’t want you to be free.

“w-wait, what do you mean?” iwaizumi stuttered out, trying to understand.

“i think i can live without being with oikawa” you looked up at iwaizumi and smiled.

iwaizumi hasn’t seen you smile so genuinely in a while. he realized that you meant what you said and you were finally going to be okay.

and as torn up as he was about it, he felt a sense of relief for you.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as you were walking home. you ignored it, only wanting to entertain messages once you were inside the comfort of your own apartment. it was a long week at work, and all you wanted to do was to rot on your sofa, with your favorite show playing in the background as you aimlessly scrolled through social media.

once you settled in, having showered and doing your nighttime skincare routine, you finally jumped onto your sofa. a sense of comfort and laziness enveloped you and you finally pulled out your phone.

the first notification you see was an unknown number. you tapped on it, eyes widening while you read the message.

< oikawa here

< i’m sorry

you chuckled a bit, knowing what he was apologizing for.

after what you told iwaizumi, you had forgiven oikawa. you realized that the both of you were young and you’re both different people now.

hello oikawa-san! > 

everything is forgiven! hope you’re doing well now :) >

you barely put your phone down to pick up the tv remote when you felt it vibrate again.

< i’m doing better now

< how have you been? i heard from iwa-chan you got your dream job!

you weren’t surprised that iwaizumi told oikawa about it, iwaizumi did tell you that they were still pretty close.

i’m doing good!! and yeah i did >

you’re a volleyball star now :3 >

oikawa laughed at your use of emoticons. he was glad that you were still the same.

< not yet but i will be!

< listen, i’ll be in tokyo next week. and i was wondering if we could meet up!

you stared at your phone for a while, thinking about your work schedule.

i think that’s possible! >

why do you want to meet, oikawa-san? >

your heart stopped when you saw his reply.

< i want to talk about us

< i regret what i did

if he did this a month ago, you would’ve folded. you would drop everything just to meet him. but you’re not the same person anymore.

i don’t think that’s a good idea >

i’m glad you’re doing well oikawa-san, but i am too >

i hope you don’t take this the wrong way >

but i don’t think there will ever be ‘us’ again >

it was oikawa’s turn to feel his heart stopped. he took so long just to gather up the courage to text you. and now you’re telling him that it’s too late?

< oh

< it’s okay then! i hope you stay well, angel

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

oikawa tōru always believed that you and him would end up together.

he always believed that his first love would be his only love. he didn’t want to start from scratch again with someone else.

back when you were dating, the both of you always agreed upon it.

“yeah if it isn’t you, it’s nobody.” oikawa exclaimed, patting your head as you stuck your tongue out.

but you grew up. you believed that oikawa was what the idea of love was like. you were both young, with dreams and ambitions that were totally separate from one another. the love that you and oikawa had was something to look back on and say that you learnt from it.

oikawa tōru was just your first love. and he will stay that way.

[noosayog]

[IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU] - ft. knight! iwaizumi hajime

warnings/content: princess! reader x knight/personal guard! iwa. angst.

wc: 1.8k

part 3. directory here.

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Things progress quite quickly after your meeting. It seems that time is intent on passing, relentless in its pursuit of your union. Both kingdoms agree that the engagement period will be spent in Prince Kuroo’s castle, with an entourage and dedicated chaperone from your own kingdom following of course. During the short week Prince Kuroo had spent on in your castle, you dutifully escorted him around the castle, showing him the library and having tea together in the gardens. No time is spared to spend with Sir Matsukawa, Sir Hanamaki, and Toru in the forests behind the castle. They offer your concerned, questioning glances when you pass them in the halls, but you walk by with no acknowledgement, continuing your chat with the foreign prince. 

And Prince Kuroo is kind and funny. You think with time, you could even be friends. But there can be no furthering of the relationship beyond that, not when your heart is already set on your first and last love. Prince Kuroo is also shrewd and intelligent. Your sighs, bleak looks, and often daydreaming goes noticed and he has bluntly diagnosed your afflictions as love sickness. He has told you as much. You had neither agree nor disagreed but it mattered not because you both knew. 

The week had passed and Hajime had not shown himself once. You are too tired for disappointment anymore as you watch your trunks get packed away onto the carriage. In a great show of understanding, your father allows the knights and Toru to offer you an embrace for goodbye. They whisper their well wishes and your brother kindly brushes away the tears gathered in your eyes. 

“Hopefully, this isn’t the last time I see you before you’re married, little sis.” 

You only shake your head sadly. 

Waving a final watery goodbye to your only friends, you take the proffered hand to mount your carriage only to find it belonging to the one man you have been longing to see. You have no words for him as he guides you up the final steps. His armor-clad fingers are on the door handle when he finally addresses you. 

“Your Highness, I will be accompanying you on your journey as your guard.” 

~•~ 

The trip to Nekoma is long and tense. You had been secretly glad that the journey to Nekoma would provide you time away from Hajime, giving you a chance to forget. Irrational anger floods your veins as you see his earnest face from inside the carriage, focused on riding right alongside your vehicle to ensure that he is the closest to you should danger befall the congregation. Even when leaving for another nation, you cannot escape the reminder that he is your guard and your guard only. 

However, your anger cannot hold out against the exhaustion that seeps into your bones from the measly one week you had to plan your travel, the same prolonged week that dragged for what felt like days when thinking about your beloved knight. 

Your arrival at the Nekoma castle is marked by a hand gently shaking at your shoulder. Hajime’s face fills your vision when you come to, only for him to immediately move away when he sees your eyes blink open. You take his offered hand to dismount and he leads you to where Prince Kuroo is offering his elbow. He is quick to retract his hand and step back three full steps, torso bending to a full bow in proper respect. 

Prince Kuroo takes your now vacated hand into his crooked arm and offers a reassuring smile. Inside the palace, he gives you a quick tour of the main chambers including the drawing room, dining room, kitchen, library, and your bedroom. He quickly offers to send maids up to help you prepare for bed upon noticing your poorly-hid yawn and promises that a full tour will be waiting for you tomorrow. 

~•~ 

Surprisingly, you adapt quickly to your time at the Nekoma residence. Prince Kuroo has given you free reign to wander into any crevice of the castle; nothing is off-limits. The freedom within the palace is foreign but oddly disquieting as someone who has been conditioned to maintain the correct facade within the boundaries of a royal residence. 

His personal knights are the most comforting, you’ve found. The young knights, Sir Kozume and Sir Haiba are silly and scatterbrained, but easy to converse with. The experienced Sir Kai is soothing and gentle, often showing you around the gardens and beautiful bonsai he is currently caring for. You enjoy watching Sir Yaku and Prince Kuroo bicker, a painfully sweet reminder of the relationship between your Seijoh knights and brother. Contrary to your bleak outlook when you had first arrived, the members of the castle treat you like family. 

However, no matter how kind everyone is, it is no easy task to forget about your first love and heartbreak, especially when he hangs around you like a storming rain cloud. You expect Hajime to be pleased that the castle treats you kindly, but you often hear him muttering his complaints, ranging from how they should be treating you with respect to propriety and decorum expected of knights. 

You ignore his musings in favor of spending time with Prince Kuroo, which you reason has nothing to do with avoiding spending alone time with Hajime and everything to do with your duty of bettering your relationship with the Prince. 

It’s the afternoon of your second week at Prince Kuroo’s castle when he, uncharacteristically serious, broaches the topic of marriage. Sir Kozume stands a distance away behind the prince’s chair while Hajime stands equidistant away behind you. 

“Princess,” he begins. “There is no easy way of saying this, but I want to be sure I am nothing but honest with you regarding our union.”

You listen thoughtfully. 

“As you know, our marriage is based upon mutual respect and purposed for political gain for both of our nations. However, I believe you and I are both aware that we are not marrying for love. While the time we have spent together has been thoroughly enjoyable, I think we are both of the same opinion that we are meant to be friends.” 

This catches you by no surprise. Prince Kuroo is enjoyable company and while handsome, your heart belongs to someone else, something he has known since the first time he met you. 

“So, what does that mean for the marriage?” you prompt. 

“I propose we carry on to get married.” 

You hear clanging of armor behind you. Prince Kuroo’s eyes dart quickly behind you, but he carries on. 

“However, this will be nothing but a political union. You are free to have discreet lovers and hobbies while I will do the same. We can be friends who are married in name,” he finishes. 

You ponder this for a bit, but have no strong opinions. You have already resigned to give up on your chance to be Hajime’s partner, and having him as a lover will never be in the cards. All that’s left to get as close to happiness as you can is to marry a respectable man your parents approve of and live out your days in peace. Your time in this castle has shown that it’s attainable. Further, hearing Prince Kuroo address the topic so frankly is a symbol of his respect for you as a Princess and representative of your kingdom. And while your father has all but left you no options, this perhaps is the best scenario for you to live out the rest of your life as your father wishes but equally as you wish. 

With that, you are about to nod and agree with his proposal, when you feel a stiff, cold hand on your shoulder. 

You have not heard Hajime address you directly in so long that his raspy voice startles you. 

“I apologize for my interruption,” he starts. He sounds angry. “But, may I consult with the Princess before we agree to your proposal?” 

“We?” you echo. 

“Yes, your Highness,” his eyes bore into yours. “We need to discuss this matter.” 

“Ha-” you start. No, you should no longer address him by his given name, especially not in front of your betrothed. “Sir-” No, that does not feel right either. 

“There is no need to discuss any further,” you say instead. “My decision has been made.” 

“Your Highness-” he begins to raise his voice. 

You would be surprised by his lack of decorum if you were not exhausted. Completely spent and wrung out from heartbreak. The time spent with the lively knights of Nekoma have only just revived your spirit. Even if you have vowed to never fall in love with another again, that does not mean you do not want a chance to be free from the anguish of seeing your lost love’s face everyday. Prince Kuroo’s offer also comes with respite from seeing Hajime everyday. Your mind is made up and the two weeks of silence from Hajime has only made your heart firmer. 

“There is nothing to discuss,” you repeat, louder. “I accept your proposal.” 

“Princess!” Hajime protests. 

Prince Kuroo looks curiously at your knight. In your time spent with the prince, you have come to understand his instigative nature. You eye him suspiciously, hoping his does not pick a fight with Hajime just because of his tendency to provoke. 

“Sir Iwaizumi, I have heard you are quite the accomplished knight.” your fiance interjects pleasantly. “I will send word to King and Prince Oikawa. With my betrothed staying in my castle until the wedding, you are dismissed to return to the Aoba Josai manor.” 

Your eyes widen, but you make no move to refute. 

Hajime bows stiffly. “Respectfully, your Excellency, I cannot and will not leave the side of my princess without King Oikawa or Prince Toru’s permission.” 

Prince Kuroo arches an eyebrow. “As the future husband of Princess Oikawa, I am authorizing your discharge and ordering you to return to your kingdom.” 

Standing firm, Hajime meets his eyes to contradict but you grab hold of his arm to stop him. 

Addressing Prince Kuroo, you say, “I will speak to him.” 

Your fiancé thankfully steps down and you drag Hajime to your chambers. 

Upon shutting the door, Hajime speaks first. “I will not be leaving your side, Princess. Further, if I may speak frankly-” 

“You may not. I have no desire to hear your opinions about my future husband-” 

“Princess,” he raises his voice. “He does not respect you nor this marriage! He plans on gallivanting off with other women whilst you are wed. This union will not bring you happiness!” 

“As opposed to what?” you ask slowly. “I have told you where my happiness lies and you have denied me. I am only doing what is expected of me, like you have reminded me. This is my duty as Princess.” 

“Princess, I expected the Prince to be a respectable man who would treat you well. He has not proven himself as such!” 

“Enough!” you bellow. “You have made your intentions to be my guard and my guard only very clear. I have made my decision and as your liege, you will respect that.” 

“Princess!”

“You will return to Toru’s side while I remain. This is an order.”

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

seijoh bus to and from away games or whatever they’re going somewhere what’s going on

iwaizumi hajime right side aisle seat earbuds in eyes closed straight back against the seat. dont let it fool you he looks asleep he is never asleep he is always vigilant. there’s yelling and throwing shit around him probably he never acknowledges Any of it still as a statue but the Second anyone tries to mess with him prank him draw a mustache or whatever he opens one eye and Glares. he has a sixth sense he just knows he’s burning a hole through whoever he’s looking at they’re far too scared to try anything now. he’s bumping music he’s getting his head in the game but he Never lets his guard down. mr cool calm and collected slash always on his villain origin story arc. this is his default state.

oikawa tooru next to him by the window. he wants the seat cuz he wants to look outside as they’re driving he dreams of a dramatic movie moment gazing out the window as it rains and wistful music plays in the background but he can’t just sit there for longer than a minute nono nonooo he’s a busy man. he spends maybe 1/4 of the ride looking out the window/checking his social media/maintaining his composure and the rest of the time he’s head over the back/front of the seat or laying across hajime (or stealing one of his earbuds) to join a conversation across the aisle. he Insists on window seat but just Has to interact with people throughout the entire bus he makes his inconvenient location everyone else’s problem it’s kinda great. announcement for the team he kneels on his seat bc standing is a little too unsafe he projects his voice a little louder than necessary tells everyone to drink water Right Now or everyone runs extra laps at practice tmr. getting off the bus before a game he closes his eyes takes 3 deep breaths makes sure he’s the last one off the bus no one is left behind he’s so ready.

hanamaki takahiro back of the bus next to issei usually aisle seat they mix it up sometimes but always back row. he can’t stay in a single position also tall mf his legs don’t fit in the seats catch him pretzel twisting. his default state is feet up on the back of the seat in front of him like slumped down feet planted knees at acute angles. when he’s in his own seat he also hits the feet propped up on the armrest of the seat across the aisle sometimes he’s criss cross sometimes his legs are on issei’s lap sometimes he manspreads or straight out legs crossed tripping people in the aisle he just can’t sit right. he stays in his seat for the Most part but also bounces around just generally causing trouble he often sings too loudly and finds ways to put shit in tooru’s hair. his earbuds are tangled in his bag if he wants to listen to music he steals issei’s or plays music out loud like hood on resting bitch face slouched in his seat phone balanced on his thigh paramore on aux. his name is signed somewhere on every single seat on the bus plus some other places good luck finding them all.

matsukawa issei perpetually next to takahiro. often window seat but that’s on hiro’s whim issei sits wherever hanamaki doesn’t. he spends a lot of time looking out the window spacing out he will give his opinion in bus-wide discussions or color commentate conversations going on around him (much to hiro’s enjoyment). he blinks lethargically when tooru’s head Appears over the seat to look down at him they chat for a while they’re discussing tomogatchi until hanamaki starts kicking the seat and oikawa complains and iwaizumi starts yelling. on really long trips issei will forgo the seat and sleep on the floor generally at least half of his body is in the aisle when circumstances become dire he uses his shoes as a pillow (socks stay on tgif). headphones always on his person always playing music not always in his ears he leans his head against the window bsbbshdnemmwlelfoejehnemmmrrpppp sits up breathes on the glass draws a penis. he is a simple man.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👑Being Seijoh’s Manager 👑

Having a crush on Yahaba Shigeru

Yahaba Shigeru fearing Seijoh x GN! Reader

Warnings: mostly fluff, possessive Yahaba, light Iwaizumi type swearing, Oikawas presence

A/N: I had a thought. This is that thought.

Oof YN 😅

This boy is a little bit of a self absorbed one

But you know what, that’s ok because we all are

He’s an ESFP (like mwah) and I can confirm that, deep down, we are very caring and passionate about the people we admire

Such is the case with Yahaba

Literally the definition of “I don’t care but I really do care you just don’t see it”

*enter YN* 🙌🏻 our magnificent, wonderful and amazing manager 🥰

The team honestly adore you and I do not blame them on bit

You are extremely competent and hardworking, you make practice fun and make all the boys work their hardest

You’re in your second year along with Watari, Yahaba and Kyotani

But of course, you have to deal with your wonderful 🙄 upperclassmen

*cough* OIKAWA *cough*

Now you respect your upperclassman

Let me rephrase that, you respect Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa and sure you’ve noticed how cute they are

But your type was definitely someone else on the team 👀

You see, you’ve had a crush on Yahaba for a while now, since first year really

You always thought he was cute and fun to be around, his drive for school and his favorite support really encouraged you to try your hardest

But you see, Yahaba seemed to never really pay much attention to you

Sure he was nice and sweet but he kind of just, well co-existed with you

It honestly broke your heart a little 🥺

You’d see how he’d act around other managers, saying how cute they were but he never gave you that same energy back

It was always “thanks Yn” or “hey Yn can you do this for me?”

But you see 👀 my precious Angel, that was merely a front to hide our dear Yahaba’s true feelings for you

At first, he was conflicted

You had always been a little shy but sweet, never really making waves or doing anything to rock the boat

His teammates fawned over you and boy did it annoy him 😅

But at the same time, he was in denial of his feelings for you

He just thought he liked you simply because you were cute, funny, kind, amazingly generous, sweet, etc.

It definitely wasn’t because he liked you in any other way, definitely not-

Sure hunny, keep telling yourself that 😏

He watched you intensely as you interacted with his team, avoiding your gaze when your attention turned to him

However there was a certain someone who noticed all of this

One of our favorites, Kyotani 🥰

While he doesn’t particularly like Yahaba, he does have a soft spot for our sweet manager

He sees how you look at Yahaba, how your mood changes when he talks to you and how you deflate when he ignores you

It honestly annoys him how desperate you seem sometimes, so he decides to take action

One day at practice, he walks up to you and says “YN why don’t you tell that idiot how you feel?”

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ huh?

“Come on YN, we can all see how much you like him, just to confess,” he says, rolling his eyes

You 👉🏻👀 no idea what you’re talking about-

“Do you want me to tell Oikawa?” He prodded

You 👉🏻😐😳

“Kentaro, please don’t! I know I should confess but he doesn’t like me in that way and I don’t want to get rejected. It will crush me,” you say in return

Kyotani doesn’t probe you any further but he still isn’t satisfied with that answer

So he decides to move onto the main source of the problem

“Yahaba!” He shouts as he walks into the club room

The room goes silent because these idiots are all so nosy

Iwaizumi is on guard because like, it’s Kyotani

He’s on his way to break up the impending fight when Kyotani says something…

“Do you like Yn or not?” He bluntly says as Iwaizumi stops

Mattsun and Makki have their shirts half way over their heads

Watari is just stops and listens 👂

Kunimi and Kindaichi are slowly putting on their knee pads

Yahaba just stands there, eyes narrowing on Kyotani

“Pppffttt, of course I don’t like Yn. At least, not in a romantic way,” he says, turning his nose up at kyotani and adjusting his shirt

Sure bby, keep lying to yourself 🙃

Kyotani 👉🏻😐😑

“Ok then you won’t care if I ask Yn out then?” He says as he turns to walk to his locker

Yahaba 👉🏻😃 whet-

Suddenly the air has become a little more tense

But then it’s ruined when Oikawa enters the chat…

“Hello to my favorite team!” He rejoices as everyone turns to glare at him

“SHITTYKAWA SHUT UP!” Iwaizumi yells as a volleyball is belted in the setters directions

Oikawa 👉🏻😁 🏐💨 = 💀

“Iwa-Chan I just wanted to greet my team!!” He cries as everyone continues to ignore him

“What do you mean you are going to ask Yn out?” Yahaba cuts off Oikawa’s whines

Oikawa now 👉🏻 🤕 😐😳 say what-

“I mean, if you don’t like Yn, then I’m going to ask them out because why shouldn’t I? It’s not like it’s going to interfere with the team,” Kyotani shrugs as Yahaba continues to stare daggers in the back of his skull

Oof Yahaba is big M A D now

“You don’t even like Yn like that, why would you ask them on a date?” He says, coming up next to Kyotani

The rest of the team is all like 👉🏻👀 🍿🍵

“What’s it matter to you always? You don’t like Yn like that remember?” kyotani says, slamming his locker and walking to the gym

Yahaba is seething with anger as he balls his fist and continues to get ready

I’m standing by this fact, all the Seijoh boys are hella possessive

Like literally you do not encroach on what’s theirs

And while Yahaba might THINK he doesn’t like you in that way, he’s starting to feel like maybe he does

At practice, he watches your every move

He tenses every time he see Kyotani looking at you or even coming close to your space

He gets bothered when the other guys do it too but Kyo is the one that really sets him over the edge

During a practice match, Yahaba is up to serve and is slamming them straight into the other teams court

“Dang man, that’s your third service ace,” Mattsun says as he watches Yahaba look between you and the court

His eyes fixate on Kyotani who is on the other side as he slams yet another serve

You watch in awe, clapping and cheering when Yahaba lands yet another serve ace

“Shigeru you are killing it!” You scream as Yahaba looks over at your beaming face

That’s it, he definitely has to do something

So when the match ends and he’s picking up, he notices Kyotani approaching you again

Oh heck no 😡

“Hey!” Yahaba shouts as you immediately turn to face him, “I told you to back off YN!”

You 👉🏻 🧍😳😲 what???

Kyotani 👉🏻😒

Yahaba 👉🏻😠😳

Seijoh 👉🏻🫣

Oikawa 👉🏻 probably laying on the floor with a concussion

“YN don’t listen to him! He’s just trying to ask you out because he knows I like you,” Yahaba says as you continue to stare

“Actually I was just asking Yn for a towel,” Kyotani 🙃

“You like me Shigeru?” You ask 🥹

“Uhh yeah I guess I do,” he says rubbing the back of his neck

You get so excited that you fling yourself into his arms, hugging him so tight

“I like to you too,” you say as Yahaba settles and hugs you back

The team is all smiling and fawning over their sweet bbys

Until someone ruins it 🙄

“Now make sure you treat our little Yn-chan well Yahaba,” Oikawa interrupts

Yahaba just glares at Oikawa as you roll your eyes

Iwaizumi is all like, “just say the word” 🏐 💨

“Oikawa I’m sure Shigeru will treat me just fine,” you say as Yahaba squeezes your waist

“You should probably call me by my first name too Yn, we don’t want to show any favoritism now so we?” oikawa grins

You 👉🏻 😐 Iwa

Iwaizumi 👉🏻 say less 😈

[pearlsephoni]

At the End of the Sun, Ch 25: The Stranded Spirit

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: Chapter: T; Whole Work: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata); Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tooru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Yuutaro Kindaichi, Takahiro Hanamaki

Word Count: Chapter: 7.3k; Whole Work: 160k

Summary: Shoyo leaves Oikawa's castle with questions and returns with a plan.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on August 5th, and beta'd by @/r0mantic-era. Further author's note can be found on AO3.

☾

The castle grounds passed in a daze around Shoyo, all his attention turned toward the information he had learned. A headache loomed at the edge of his mind—he was terrible at things like this, sorting through secrets and intrigue and figuring out how it all fit together.

Oikawa’s anger over Iwaizumi’s death was clearly still visceral, a flame that hadn’t dimmed at all in the past six years. It burnt hot enough that he wanted to condemn Tobio to a life of dangerous work and fights, but not enough to risk him actually dying from any of it.

And then there was the fact that he wanted Tobio asleep when Shoyo saw him. Why? Who was Oikawa trying to spite with that? Would he tell Tobio that Shoyo had visited? Was there a chance that he might see him fulfilling his guard work if he wandered around the island? He wasn’t sure he’d want to risk that, not unless Hajime was willing to come with him.

Speaking of Hajime…the image of the painting over the altar flickered in his mind. Shoyo didn’t have the sharpest eye when it came to art, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had seen a portrait of Hajime hanging in a butsudan. Oikawa would only have such an elaborate shrine in honor of someone he held close to his heart. And that person could have only been Iwaizumi…the Iwaizumi whose death had led to this whole ordeal in the first place.

But Hajime wasn’t dead…he didn’t think. He certainly seemed alive enough. He had given Shoyo enough playful nudges and ruffles to prove that he had some sort of corporeal form, not to mention his ability to transform into a wolf and fight the island’s monsters. But something about the wolf—its quiet focus, its coloring, its sudden appearance—made Shoyo think about a quiet story told by candlelight.

“That’s when I saw it: this big, beautiful, dark brown wolf. It didn’t notice me at first. It was too busy drinking from the river. But when it did, it didn’t…do anything. It didn’t snarl or try to attack. It didn’t even look upset. It just looked at me, huffed, and turned away.”

The similarities between his human form and the portrait in the butsudan, as well as the similarities between his wolf form and the wolf from Tobio’s story, would have been damning enough. But on top of all that were Hajime’s insistence on only sharing his given name and his familiarity with Oikawa and the island, neither of which he was willing to explain.

There were plenty of youkai and oni said to be trapped spirits of the dead, and they were all corporeal enough to pose a threat. Who was to say the same couldn’t apply to Hajime, even without a monstrous form?

Spirits…his head really did hurt. For once, Shoyo was glad for the climb down to the campsite, because it forced him to push aside his jumbled thoughts and focus on not slipping down the entire rocky face of the hill. By the time he made it to the riverbanks and caught sight of Hajime’s robes through the trees, his hands were newly scratched-up, and a dried streak of mud bit at his cheek. “I’m back,” he sighed.

Hajime jolted straight and looked over his shoulder to grin at Shoyo. “Hey! Welcome back! How did…?” His eyes flickered to Shoyo’s side, then behind him, and his question faded into a disappointed silence. “...Ah.”

“It didn’t work,” Shoyo muttered, plopping down next to Hajime and glaring into the fire. “I barely got him to agree to letting me see Tobio, and then Tobio just…slept the whole night. I dunno what Oikawa did, if he drugged him or put him under a spell, but…”

His brows creased from the effort of swallowing down the lump rising in his throat. No. No more crying. He was supposed to have emptied himself of tears in Tobio’s arms. “I’m going back tonight,” he declared after a deep sniff. “Yesterday, Oikawa wanted the magic bracelet he’d given Tobio. Maybe he’ll want one of the other magic things I have!”

“Yeah…maybe.” Shoyo glanced over at Hajime. The other man didn’t look surprised as he glared into the dwindling embers of the fire, as though he’d expected this outcome and was frustrated to be proven right. That was the final push Shoyo needed to open his mouth.

“Hajime-san?”

“Yeah?”

“Is…is your family name Iwaizumi?”

Hajime froze, and when he turned to Shoyo, his face was carefully expressionless. “Iwaizumi? Where’d that come from?”

The slightest bit of doubt stung Shoyo, but it just made him dig in his heels even more. “I’ve been wondering for a while…it feels like you know Oikawa really well? But you wouldn’t say how you knew him. Also…Tobio told me about…about the wolf he shot. Now that I think about it, when you transformed, you looked exactly like the wolf he’d described.”

“You didn’t say anything then.”

“No, because…I dunno, I thought it was a coincidence,” Shoyo admitted. “But then I went into Oikawa’s castle, and I saw the different altars he had for the dead, but only one had a whole butsuban dedicated to him…and there was a portrait. A portrait that looked exactly like—”

“—like me,” Hajime sighed with a tired grin. “Mm…nice job. I didn’t think you’d be much of a detective, kid.”

A pleased warmth rose to Shoyo’s cheeks, but confusion kept him from smiling just yet. “So…if you’re Iwaizumi…did you…not die?” The thought made both relief and anger clash in him. “Was Tobio cursed for…for nothing?”

The question surprised the grin off of Iwaizumi’s face, before a strange mix of guilt and understanding clouded his eyes. “No…no, I did die. But when Tooru cursed Kageyama, he kept me from moving on. The thought of someone suffering like that on my behalf was…spirits, Hinata, it was unbearable. But there wasn’t anything I could do. I couldn’t reveal myself to Tooru, or I would stunt any progress he made in grieving. But I couldn’t reach Kageyama to help him, either. I was tethered to this island, even though I died off of it. Maybe it’s because this is where Tooru and I built a life together, and his grief is part of what’s keeping me here.”

His eyes went distant as he talked, fixed on the glowing embers without really seeing them. “I guess, for the sake of honesty, I should tell you that that’s why I’m helping you. Your rescue mission is my best chance at Tooru seeing the error of his ways. If he doesn’t let Kageyama go…if he continues holding onto his grief and need for revenge…he’ll never heal. He’ll never move on from me.”

The skin around his eyes went tight, and he looked up at the forest canopy, blinking rapidly against what Shoyo assumed were tears. “He needs to realize that healing from his grief doesn’t mean he’s forgetting me. I don’t think that’s possible. We loved each other too much for that to just…be forgotten. But he can learn to be happy again without needing me at his side. And I think letting Kageyama go will be his best shot at that.”

He blinked, coming back to himself and looking a little surprised. “Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean to talk so long.”

It was Shoyo’s turn to be surprised. That hardly felt long, especially compared to his own rambles. But he didn’t get a chance to reassure him, not before Iwaizumi continued, “Anyway…I understand if you don’t want my help after this. My reasons for helping you must seem pretty selfish.”

Shoyo shook his head furiously. “They’re not! I mean…I’m glad you have your own reasons for helping me! And you already told me that you were helping me so that Oikawa would begin healing. The only thing that’s different now is that…I know it’s more personal for you.”

“And is that good or bad?”

“Good!” Shoyo answered with a smile. “It means we’re helping each other save someone we love. It, um…makes me feel a little better about how much you’ve been helping me.”

Iwaizumi let out a surprised laugh and lightly ruffled Shoyo’s hair. “Hey, whatever helps you rest easy.” His smile dimmed as he pulled his hand away. “Do you have any idea what your next step will be?”

Shoyo slouched, ignoring the nostalgic echo of his mother scolding him for his posture. “Oikawa-sama told me not to return,” he muttered, “but Kindaichi said that if I could make it back up to the castle, he’d be obligated to show me in to see Oikawa-sama again.”

A soft huff of a laugh escaped Iwaizumi’s nose. “That sounds like Kindaichi,” he chuckled. “Figuring out how to get what he wants without breaking any rules. Keeps him from being fairly scolded.”

The words brought the memory of Yamaguchi’s sharp eyes and bashful smile to Shoyo’s mind and a wistful smile to his lips. “Yeah…I know someone like that, too.” His smile suddenly slipped as a certain part of Iwaizumi’s words fully registered in his mind. “Wait…what he wants? What does he want in all this?”

“He’s always had a strong moral compass, but a need to please people as well.” Another laugh slipped out of Iwaizumi as he shook his head. “He’s someone who will feel guilt-ridden for ages after committing some sort of wrong. It’s been interesting, seeing how clever he’s gotten about balancing those needs out.” He stole a sidelong glance at Shoyo, mischief sharpening his fond grin. “My guess is he doesn’t agree with Oikawa still punishing Kageyama after he got so close to breaking the curse, and he’s rooting for you to convince Oikawa to let Kageyama go.”

“Oh…” Kindaichi wasn’t the only one who seemed determined to get him in front of Oikawa. “Matsukawa-san helped me get to the castle from the first gate of the grounds. Does that mean he thinks Tobio should be let go, too?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened at the mention of the new name. “Ah…if he went to that kind of trouble, then yeah, I’d say so. And if he thinks that, then Hanamaki probably does, too.” His grin broadened into something between a smile and a grimace. “Those two kept that place going when Oikawa was barely functioning. I don’t even want to imagine what he would’ve done to himself if he didn’t have them to help hold him even a little bit together.”

There was something almost pained lining his face, though it flickered with the firelight bathing him in warmth. It looked like grief and love and anger and hope, everything that had been crystallizing around Shoyo’s heart in the months of his journey. Maybe it was that sense of recognition that made him ask, “What happened between you and Oikawa? For you to love each other so much?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes shot from the fire to Shoyo, wide with surprise before they melted with a melancholic smile. “I used to ask myself that everyday,” he snorted, sobering quickly. “Oikawa and I knew each other since we were kids, basically babies. I didn’t like him at first, but then we got into this big argument, probably over something stupid that feels like the end of the world to kids. Flames suddenly appeared in his hands, and my instinct to protect myself made me turn into a wolf. Neither of us had known we could do any of that before that argument. Suddenly we had committed crimes that were punishable by death, and we were each other’s only witness.”

“Did you tell your families?!”

“Yeah. We were kids. We still thought any problem could be fixed by them.” His sigh spoke to the opposite being true, although he went on to say, “They did end up helping, at least a little. My father taught me how to keep myself from changing because of my emotions, and Oikawa’s mother still had some illegal magic texts that would teach him to control his powers. It was supposed to help him contain them, make them smaller. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to enhance them.”

“Why?! If it could get him killed?!”

Iwaizumi’s lips twisted, though with regret and anger, Shoyo couldn’t tell. “For the strength. He wasn’t…the strongest kid. But he is the most stubborn, hardworking idiot I’ve ever known. He saw something only he could do, something he could use to protect himself, and he poured everything he had into it. I guess he decided he would rather die than be hurt.”

Shoyo couldn’t fathom a life where that was a choice he would make, nor did he want to.

Fondness melted the bitterness on Iwaizumi’s features. “A lot of people thought I was the stronger between the two of us, just because I could throw a punch and shoot an arrow, but they didn’t know anything. Tooru was the one to be scared of.”

“We got caught,” he continued, “of course we did. That kind of power can only be hidden for so long. So we ran. We hid until nightfall, snuck into our homes for the important things, and ran.”

What he was saying was heartbreaking, but he said it with an almost wistful grin. “I was already in love with him, and part of me believed he could love me back. But we were 13, and stupid, and ambitious, and suddenly we were all we had. I think…I think, no matter how we felt before, we would’ve come to love each other more than anyone else in the world. I was just lucky that love happened to be romantic.”

His wistful grin turned a little amused. “We were as good as married, leaving home together, traveling, settling down, creating a new home. We even ended up creating a family of sorts.” His eyes trailed back to Shoyo, and whatever he saw on his face made a laugh burst forth. “Not kids! We didn’t have babies, don’t worry,” he chuckled. “But we weren’t the only ones with banned abilities, nor were we the only ones who didn’t want to suppress them. Oikawa ended up building a network for us, because of course he did. Other sorcerers, kitsune, tengu, sirens, oni, other youkai, even gods—he’d track down anyone with any sort of magic and befriend them, because he’s the most annoying, charismatic, stubborn blockhead in the world.”

The insults spoken in a fond voice reminded Shoyo of grumbles of “dumbass” softened by the sweet notes of a smile. “Eventually we started gathering…well, I called them ‘strays’ at first, but that’s not fair. They were other young magic users from magicless homes, searching for a home where they could be themselves. Oikawa found them, heard they didn’t have anywhere to go, and welcomed them to our place. He had insisted on living in the abandoned palace as a joke, but then we ended up rebuilding the homes around the palace grounds just as we’d rebuilt the palace. With magic,” he clarified when he took another look at Shoyo, “not by hand. Though I did have to fortify the parts that he missed.”

As he spoke, Iwaizumi had shifted through a number of emotions, but finally, to Shoyo’s awe and sadness, his eyes began shining with tears. “Five years,” Iwaizumi whispered, “we shared that life for five years. Loved each other for five years. Maybe that doesn’t sound like much to most people, but after everything we’d been through, it felt like a lifetime. Still, it’s been six years since I died. More time than we’d had together. He should’ve healed by now, but he’s still…fuck. He’s not just hurting that poor kid. He’s hurting himself…and me.”

“Maybe that’s why Oikawa-san is still so angry,” Shoyo murmured, grimacing when Iwaizumi raised his brows.

“How do you mean?”

“If…if Tobio hadn’t”—the words stalled on his tongue, but Shoyo forced himself to say his mistake out loud—“hadn’t killed you, then you could’ve had twice the time together that you ended up having. What Oikawa-san’s doing is wrong and unfair, and I’m still super mad he took Tobio away and wants to keep punishing him for what he did, but…” He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the truth of what he was going to say. “…but I can’t imagine how I’d react to someone killing Tobio. And we’ve only known and loved each other for a year.”

“But it’s been six years,” Iwaizumi reminded him gently.

“It’s been six years,” Shoyo echoed in agreement.

Silence fell over the little campsite. Iwaizumi began moving around and pulling together a meal, while Shoyo stayed in place and kept staring into the embers as Iwaizumi coaxed them back into proper flames. He wasn’t aware of his eyes drifting shut until a gentle shake at his shoulder jolted him awake again. “Hey, you’re exhausted,” Iwaizumi said, crouching in front of Shoyo with understanding eyes. “Go wash up. I’ll have this ready for you to eat when you get back, and then you can get some rest, alright?”

Shoyo instinctively opened his mouth to protest, before he remembered who, or what, he was talking to. “…You don’t need to sleep or eat, do you?”

Iwaizumi smirked, clearly seeing where Shoyo’s train of thought had taken him. “Nope.”

“Right. Sorry.”

☾

Shoyo didn’t mean to sleep most of the day away. It made sense when he thought about it in hindsight: he had only slept for a few hours the previous night, and even though it was dreamless, it was still a fitful sleep. Of course a night of unrestful sleep after a day of hiking and one of the most high-stakes interactions he’d ever had would leave him exhausted. That didn’t ease his embarrassment whatsoever when Iwaizumi gently shook him awake and he saw the sun sliding down the sky. “Shoot…what time is it?!” he stumbled over his words as he jolted upright.

“Relax, you’ve still got a few hours until sundown,” Iwaizumi reassured him. “Eat before you go. Do you need me to come with you?”

“I don’t think so,” Shoyo mumbled around a mouthful of dried meat. “I could make it back down alone, so going up shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

“Right.” Iwaizumi fell quiet and watched Shoyo re-secure the talisman under his robes. “Be careful with that,” he suddenly spoke up, startling Shoyo while tucking his kosode back into his hakama. “If Oikawa asks you for another magic item, make sure he doesn’t see the talisman.”

“I know! I don’t want to be thrown out of the castle grounds if it comes off!”

“Well, no, not because of that. You won’t be sent back down the mountain, you’ll just…feel really nauseous.” An amused quirk of the lips lightened Iwaizumi’s expression when he saw Shoyo’s mouth fall open in a small, surprised “o.” “The talisman’s magic isn’t the problem. If Oikawa sees you with it, he’ll recognize it as mine, and…well…”

“He’ll think I stole it from you somehow,” Shoyo finished, voice dull with numb realization.

“And then access to the castle will be the least of your worries.”

Shoyo smoothed down his robes with a nervous swallow. “Okay…alright, I’ll…I’ll try to be careful.”

“Hey, don’t let it preoccupy you,” Iwaizumi chuckled, taking Shoyo by the shoulders and making him meet his eyes. “You don’t have to worry unless you’re planning on stripping in front of him.” That startled a laugh out of Shoyo, earning him a satisfied grin from Iwaizumi. “Just make sure he doesn’t know you’ve got it. That’s all.”

“Alright. Thanks, Ha— ahhh, I mean, Iwaizumi-san.”

Iwaizumi blinked, his grin melting into melancholy. “Sure…you’re welcome. Now, go. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Shoyo murmured again. “I’ll…try not to need it.” The sound of Iwaizumi’s scoff eased the knot in Shoyo’s stomach as he left behind the campsite and the comforting murmur of the river.

The climb up the final hill was easier this time, and when he arrived at the first gate and looked up at Matsukawa’s surprised expression, he wasn’t nearly as worn down. “Hi, Matsukawa-san.”

“You shouldn’t be back here,” Matsukawa called down, concern softening the blunt words.

“But I am.” Shoyo tried to offer a smile. “So, um…may I come in?”

“Hey, Makki,” Matsukawa sighed, “any thoughts?”

A pink head of hair appeared next to Matsukawa, frowning down at Shoyo. “Yeah, no, you started this,” Hanamaki answered Matsukawa, voice as flat as his stare that remained unwavering on Shoyo. “Why’d you come back, kid? Oikawa didn’t give you what you wanted?”

“No. He’s still got Tobio.”

Hanamaki didn’t looked surprised by his answer—no doubt Matsukawa had told him everything Shoyo told him the previous day—but he did look a touch abashed. “Yeah…thought he wouldn’t.” He and Matsukawa stared at each other for a beat, before he sighed, “Let him through. If Oikawa asks, this was your idea.”

“Of course,” Matsukawa scoffed, his smirk softening when he looked at Shoyo. “I’ll be down there in a sec.”

That made Shoyo pause. “Um!” he managed to pipe up before Matsukawa disappeared to descend from the wall. “I can make it up by myself! You don’t have to—”

“With all due respect,” Matsukawa smoothly interrupted, “I’m coming to keep an eye on you more than guide you.”

“Oh.” It was all Shoyo could think to say as he fidgeted with his robes and waited for Matsukawa to join him. The talisman was like a brand on his skin the entire walk up to the castle, which felt both longer than the first time and like it passed in a blink.

“I gotta say,” Matsukawa remarked when they reached the deepest, actually-occupied circle of the castle grounds, “I didn’t expect you to return. Oikawa was pretty adamant about you not coming back after this morning.”

Had it really just been that morning? With everything Shoyo had learned since then and the long nap he’d taken, it felt like it all happened a few days ago at least. “If he didn’t want me to return, he shouldn’t have tricked me,” Shoyo huffed, scowling. “He didn’t let Tobio go. He didn’t even let me really speak to him. I dunno what he did to him, but he didn’t wake up at all last night, it’s not fair!”

“Yeah,” Matsukawa sighed, not sounding at all surprised. Shoyo wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or infuriating. “He’s known for a lot of things. Verbal manipulation is one of those things. ‘Fairness’ is, uh…not.” He cut a smirk at Shoyo, looking almost impressed. “I’m not sure if your refusal to stay away will help or harm you, but it’s definitely impressive.”

“I don’t want to be impressive. I just want to leave with Tobio.”

“I’m not sure that’ll happen,” Matsukawa hummed, opening the passageway into the castle, “but you’ve definitely gotten further than anyone expected.”

Again, Shoyo wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea of the castle’s occupants talking about him and his endeavors. It was to be expected, but still. If they were going to talk about him, some support would have been nice.

“Hello, Kindaichi,” Matsukawa greeted the younger man, who didn’t look at all surprised by Shoyo’s return. If anything, Shoyo thought he could see him biting back a tiny smile. “Look who’s returned.”

“Welcome back, Hinata,” Kindaichi said, bending his neck in a small bow. “Follow me, please.”

Huh. Was that the third or fourth time he said that to Shoyo? Either way, it was already sounding familiar to his ears, even a little comforting. This time, when he stood in front of the heavy wood entrance to the great hall, his heartbeat was steadier and his breaths didn’t shudder as much, even when he saw the portrait of Iwaizumi again. Now that he had confirmation that it really was him, it was impossible to not see just how much of Iwaizumi the simple portrait managed to capture.

Here goes nothing, Iwaizumi-san. If Shoyo let his imagination a little loose, he could imagine the portrait’s smirk was actually Iwaizumi’s small, reassuring grin.

His pulse still spiked at the low rumble of the doors sliding open to reveal Oikawa once again lounging against his kyosoku. Shoyo noticed that there were no longer guards flanking the doors, leaving only the two at the back of the platform. It was a message: Oikawa didn’t see Shoyo as enough of a threat to be worth the extra manpower.

Fine. Let him think that. Shoyo wasn’t interested in physically overpowering him, anyway.

“Well, well,” Oikawa hummed, unmoving besides his eyes following Shoyo as he knelt in the same spot as the previous day. “I wish I could say this is a surprise, but alas. I could already tell what a pain you would end up being.”

“Hello, Oikawa-sama.”

“Again with the formalities. Just get to it, won’t you?” His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “What’s the problem today, hm? Unsatisfying night with our princeling?”

Our. The idea of Oikawa feeling any sort of ownership over Tobio made revulsion and anger spear through Shoyo’s gut. “What did you do to him?”

“Why, you wound me, samurai-chan,” Oikawa simpered with a flamboyance that was missing from his heavy gaze. “Maybe Tobio-chan was just more tired than usual. He did have an arduous day yesterday, all alone on our lovely mountain.” He said the words so casually, but there was a glint in his eyes that told Shoyo he knew exactly how painful the thought of Tobio’s punishment would be to him.

Shoyo tried, he really tried to hold back his anger. But it still slipped into his words, turning them hard as stone as they fell from his lips. “I know what he’s like after a hard day. He didn’t sleep like that. He always woke up for me.”

“Ah, but he didn’t have Kunimi-chan working his magic on him.” Shoyo’s spine straightened with shock. He knew it. He knew it. There really was— “Now now, samurai-chan, let’s not let our imaginations run away from us. I’m just referring to the nightly tea he’s given to ease his pain.”

“Pain?” Shoyo knew Oikawa was trying to provoke him, but he couldn’t help himself. “Why does he need something for pain every night? What are you doing to him?”

“Again with the harsh conclusions. He’s simply got arduous work out there. And, well…” Satisfaction smoothed the sharp lines around his eyes and lips. “There are the lingering effects of the curse. I wasn’t expecting those, but I can’t say I’m all that upset by them.”

“What. Effects.”

“Did you know six years of being cursed to be a wolf will leave an effect on one’s physique? Apparently his body still expects to change in the morning and night. I’m sure he would be spared all that if he managed to break the curse, but, well…” Oikawa’s eyes flickered over Shoyo’s form, clinical and assessing. “I suppose we’ll never know.”

“What do you mean?” Shoyo demanded. “It’s your curse! You’re already holding Tobio prisoner! Lift the curse off of him! Isn’t he being punished enough?!”

“Don’t try to tell me what he does or doesn’t deserve,” OIkawa hissed, all traces of false pleasantry wiped off of his face. “This is nothing compared to what he did to Hajime.”

Shoyo ignored the jolt the sound Iwaizumi’s given name sent through him. It was his first time hearing anyone besides Iwaizumi and himself saying it. Oikawa made it sound like a caress and a prayer at once, as though he relished the feeling of every syllable on his tongue. “No, it’s not! Tobio made a terrible mistake, he knows he did, and he’s spent the past six years paying for it! Willingly! He followed your rules, he met your conditions! He did everything you asked him to!”

“What’s six years to the life he stole?” Oikawa rebutted with venom. “He didn’t even meet my conditions! He couldn’t earn enough of your trust, could he?”

“That’s not his—!” Shoyo caught himself by the skin of his teeth. No, he wouldn’t argue this again. Oikawa was just trying to get him to waste his time and lead himself nowhere. “Let me see him again,” he said instead. “Let me actually see and talk to him. Don’t…don’t make him sleep tonight, please.”

Oikawa’s eyes were wide with incredulous anger. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re in,” he scoffed. “You will take what I offer, and you’ll be thankful for it. You should be groveling at my feet in gratitude that I let you see your little prince at all in exchange for a measly bracelet. As a matter of fact, I don’t think taking the bracelet did either of us any good.” He abruptly leaned forward, visibly probing over Shoyo’s entire person. “I can still sense my magic on you. Why? What else have you got?”

Shoyo’s mouth went dry. The only thing he could think of was the talisman, the one thing he couldn’t let Oikawa know he had. “I—I don’t know. The bracelet was the only thing I had from you.”

“Has anyone told you you’re a terrible liar?” His gaze caught on Shoyo’s pack. “...Empty that out.”

“What? No!”

“Do as I say,” Oikawa snapped, “or you can say goodbye to any chance you’ll have to so much as glimpse your princeling.”

Shoyo swore every part of himself, down to his very nerves, vibrated with anger, making his hold on his pack unsteady as he forced himself to obey Oikawa’s demand. All of his things fell to the tatami mats in an assortment of dulled thuds and clatters, punctuated by his kimono from Tobio landing on top of everything in a silken pile.

“Move those aside,” Oikawa ordered, voice clipped. Again, Shoyo obeyed, moving the smooth robes from his things and holding them to his chest instead. Part of him wanted to shove his nose into the folds and try to catch the slightest whiff of the little house in the mountains, but he knew that would be a display of weakness that Oikawa would latch onto. So he just held them close and hoped they hid the tremble of his hands.

Thankfully, Oikawa’s focus was fixed on the sprawl of his smaller belongings. His eyes skipped over most of them, occasionally catching on the gifts he’d collected on his quest: Osamu’s empty bag of wind, Yachi’s shell, Akaashi’s feather, and Tanaka’s compass, amongst other things.

But his eyes didn’t truly stop until they reached the candle from Shoyo’s mother. There were a few nicks in it from all of the bumping it had no doubt endured in all the tumbles Shoyo had taken, but it was still one of the loveliest things in his pack, with its beautiful color and the intricate patterns that hadn’t been melted away. “Oh, my,” Oikawa chuckled. “I haven’t seen that in a while. Bring it here, won’t you?”

In a while? What?

Shoyo numbly followed Oikawa’s instructions, his mind tumbling over the implications of that simple phrase. In a while…meaning he’d seen it before. It was undeniably a similar color to the kimono Shoyo had first seen Oikawa in, as well as the pale robes worn by Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and the other guards manning the gates to the grounds. But Shoyo had let himself believe that it was all just a strange coincidence, because the alternative was…was…

“It was you,” he stated numbly when he stood in front of Oikawa, holding the candle close to his chest. He wasn’t going to give it up without answers and another deal. “You gave this to my mom.”

“Well, yes, obviously,” Oikawa scoffed, holding his hand out with casual command. “I’m surprised you didn’t realize that before. You and Tobio-kun really do deserve each other, you little fools.”

“You gave this to my mom,” Shoyo repeated, voice firmer. “You knew she was suspicious of the wolf. You knew she would want me to look at him. You…you sabotaged Tobio! You did this!!”

“I didn’t sabotage anyone. I provided the tools, but in the end, you followed your worst impulses. You made that choice.” He moved his fingers in a “come hither” gesture, his frown deepening when Shoyo still didn’t hand the candle over. “Did you really think I wasn’t keeping an eye on the princeling? A curse would hardly be satisfying if I didn’t get to at least enjoy some glimpses of it in action. I happened to check in on Tobio-chan when he was taking you back home, and I decided to linger with you for once. And what do you know, there was your mother, expertly getting the truth of everything out of you. She went searching for a candle of her own volition. All I had to do was pretend to be a salesman and provide her with what she wanted.”

“You still cheated.” Shoyo’s knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on the candle. “You interfered. I never would have lit the candle if you didn’t sell it to my mom in the first place!”

“Are you really going to argue with me about the terms of the curse I made?”

“Yes! The curse was already almost impossible to break, and you made it even harder without Tobio knowing!” The memory of the wax burning Tobio and sinking into the burns to worsen them rose in Shoyo’s mind. “You…you made the wax burn him. You made it hurt even more.”

“You don’t want to know what I could have done to him,” Oikawa snarled. He plucked the candle out of Shoyo’s grip, patience clearly drained. “Now, you can either leave here empty-handed, or you can wait to see your princeling in whatever state you find him.”

There was so much Shoyo wanted to do to Oikawa now that he was standing right in front of him. So many ways to let out all the rage simmering below his skin and making his hands shake with the desire to claw at him. Instead he only walked, stilted, from the dais and shoved his things into his pack with jerky, wooden movements. He was silent the entire time, until he rose to his feet with his pack on his shoulder. Only then did he face Oikawa and ask, “Is this how you made all those ‘friends’ I met? By manipulating and cheating them?”

Oikawa’s pretty face darkened with anger, but he twirled the candle between his fingers idly, and his voice was falsely light when he answered, “Oh, no. That’s a privilege I reserve only for those who robbed me, first. Now go wait in your little room until you’re called like a good pet. That’s all you samurai are at the end of the day, aren’t you?”

Shoyo had never, in his entire life, imagined he could feel such pure, visceral rage. If Oikawa hadn’t swept out of the room at that moment, he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done. As it was, when he turned towards Kindaichi and Matsukawa, the younger man flinched at whatever he saw on Shoyo’s face. “Hinata, I…I…”

“Don’t apologize,” Shoyo bit out. “It’s not your fault. Just…show me where to go.” Matsukawa’s pitying gaze rested heavy on him but he didn’t spare him a glance. He only brushed past him with a mutter: “He’s not manipulative. He’s just cruel.”

He was gone before Matsukawa could respond, but as he followed Kindaichi away from the throne room, his sharp ears still caught the sound of a slow, weary sigh.

☾

After so many months of waking up to the sound of Tobio settling down at his side, it was surreal to slip in and peer at a sleeping Tobio. Even though he’d been expecting to find him already unconscious in the futon, his heart still sank at the sight. “Tobio, it’s me,” he whispered, kneeling next to the futon and leaning in until his lips brushed his ear. “Can you hear me? Are you dreaming of me?”

He pulled away just in time to see Tobio’s lips part around a silent sigh. He looked so peaceful, and even a little more alert—when Shoyo rested a hand on his cheek, he could’ve sworn Tobio pressed into the touch just a little bit. Shoyo wanted to do so much: he wanted to press kisses all over his relaxed face, hold him tight, shake him until he somehow woke up, bury his face into his chest and scream from frustration.

He didn’t do any of that. He had a plan when he arrived at the castle, and dammit, he was going to see it through. First, Natsu’s bracelet. The knot was stubborn, giving him enough time to wince at how upset she would be if it was found and taken away. Hopefully she’d only be upset for a little bit, especially if Shoyo lost it to get Tobio back.

His guilt wasn’t as nauseating as he managed to slip the bracelet from his wrist and tied it around Tobio’s, tugging the knot tight and brushing a kiss to the soft skin it rested on.

Next was the ointment. Shoyo still had a bit left, enough for a small smear on Tobio’s cheek to feel worth it if it meant he’d know Shoyo was there. With any luck, he’d instinctively wipe it away when he woke up, before anyone else could spot it and clean it off. Even if it was gone by the time he woke up, the smell would still linger. Surely, surely he’d recognize the smell. They’d definitely used it enough for it to linger in his mind.

And that…that was it. That was his big plan. Without knowing what was causing Tobio to sleep so deeply, Shoyo couldn’t do anything to actively counteract it. He could only hope that he would understand that Shoyo was here, that he’d made it and would take him home. Maybe then he could resist whatever was keeping him asleep and be awake the next day.

“Stupid Sleepy-yama,” Shoyo mumbled, a small smile pulling at his lips despite himself. “I’m gonna keep you up all night when we get out of here. You owe me that much, dumbass.” Tobio’s brows furrowed, as though he could hear Shoyo using the taunt that Tobio used, but they relaxed when Shoyo pressed a kiss over the wrinkles. “Geez,” Shoyo huffed with a soft laugh. Fondness bloomed in his chest, growing until it was almost painful. “Why’d you have to be so lovable, huh? I went through a whole quest for you, and you had to go and be worth every bit of it, even when you’re asleep!”

His laughter faded away as he gazed down at Tobio, brushing his overlong bangs out of his face and tracing over the curve of his cheekbones. His beauty was still startling, all smooth lines and sharp angles that were softened in sleep. He was beautiful, and it didn’t matter. Shoyo would’ve come this far no matter what he looked like.

With that thought swelling in his heart, Shoyo slipped beneath the covers and pressed in close. His ear rested over Tobio’s heart, and he let the steady beat set the rhythm of his words as he began to quietly tell Tobio about everything that had happened since they were parted. He didn’t know if Tobio could hear him while unconscious, and he didn’t care. He still described everything, even the wolf and river spirit.

The only thing he didn’t mention was Iwaizumi. The lingering spirit seemed reluctant to be known about, and Shoyo didn’t want to cause any misplaced guilt in Tobio over his rescue being aided by the very man he’d killed. That…that would be something Shoyo could explain after they got out of here.

“Oikawa took back his bracelet and candle,” he whispered, fingers tracing the seams of Tobio’s yukata over his chest. “I guess he thinks his magic can be used if it stays outside of the island. I dunno what he thinks I’ll do with any of it, but whatever…at least I get to see you. Even if you’re asleep the whole time. Jerk.”

Mentioning the candle abruptly reminded him of the wounds the melted wax had left on Tobio. Shoyo’s fingers stilled on the stitches, before he sat up and carefully loosened the ties of Tobio’s yukata until he could lift the folds from his chest.

There, right where those fateful drops of wax had fallen to his skin, remained three mild, but still raw burns. When Shoyo brushed his fingertips over them, extra heat rose from the skin, and the skin around Tobio’s eyes tightened the slightest bit. “It’s been months,” Shoyo mumbled to himself, brows furrowing. “These should’ve healed by now. Didn’t that healer guy see these? And he didn’t give you anything?”

He wasn’t sure how effective his mother’s ointment would be in the face of magically-caused wounds, but he had to try. Those burns were his fault. The least he should do was try something to help them heal a little more. So he dipped his finger into the dollop of ointment he’d left on Tobio’s cheek, and carefully spread some of it over the burns, guilt tasting sour on his tongue when Tobio flinched again. “I know,” he whispered, “I know it hurts. I’m sorry, Tobio…I’m so sorry I did this to you.” His guilt wasn’t just sour anymore. It was a festering, rotten thing, curdling in his stomach and making him almost sick.

He didn’t become sick. His eyes just burned with tears, and he did nothing to keep them from overflowing. “Will you forgive me? When you wake up?” Of course, he got nothing in response. There was no reason for that to suddenly change. But it still made defeat settle heavy in Shoyo. “Please be awake tomorrow,” he murmured in a pathetic plea. And then, in one last attempt at breaking through Tobio’s heavy sleep, he cupped one cheek in a careful hand, and slowly, gently pressed his lips to Tobio’s.

The feeling of those warm, soft lips not responding to his kiss would have dealt another crack to Shoyo’s heart, if he hadn’t noticed something else that was strange. With furrowed brows, he kissed Tobio again, this time letting his tongue run along his lip.

There it was again. He hadn’t imagined it. There was a strange taste on Tobio’s lips, something strangely bittersweet beneath the mixture of lemongrass, and ginger. It tasted familiar…like the draught of poppy seeds he took ahead of boat trips to knock him out.

Of course. Of course. How could he be so stupid? How could he not have realized it before? How could he keep himself from feeling overwhelmed with relief? If the sleeping draught was in the tea, then that meant Tobio’s impossibly-deep sleep was preventable. Once Tobio realized what was happening, then all he’d need to do would be to avoid drinking his nightly tea, and then finally, finally he would be awake for Shoyo.

“You better figure it out, stupid,” Shoyo laughed through his tears of relief. “I’m here, you have to realize I’m here, okay? I made it, I’m here to take you home, but you have to stay awake, please.” He gazed down at Tobio’s features, appreciating the way he’d relaxed out of his pained grimace once Shoyo stopped touching his burns and covered them back up beneath his retied robes.

One day, hopefully soon, Shoyo would be able to kiss those sleepy, sighing lips and feel them respond sweetly as Tobio slowly emerged from his dreams. But for now, he had to be satisfied with stealing another kiss from unresponsive lips as he curled back against Tobio. With nothing left to say or do, Shoyo let himself begin to drift away to the steady beat of Tobio’s heart. He was right on the edge of sleep when four words rose to his lips.

“I love you, Tobio.”

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Worth Your Service (and Your Love)

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QNUWZdl

by starinnie

Hajime nods. “You’re a good person. Tooru,” he whispers, saying Tooru’s name with more warmth than he has ever heard it before, “you will become the best king that this kingdom has ever seen.” Hajime reaches towards Tooru. He takes a soft, milky hand and rubs his thumb across the back. “I meant what I said to the king that day. I will show him that I am worthy of serving the royal family,” he places a gentle kiss on the back of the prince’s hand, “of serving you, Tooru.”

  Tooru squeezes Hajime’s hand, tears pooling in his eyes again. He looks at his knight with a new flame in his glossy eyes, “Then, I will show that I am worthy of your service.”

 aka the story of how prince tooru and his royal guard hajime become friends, come to rely on each other, and fall in love throughout the years

  currently unfinished!!! but i promise it will be done one day, i just wanted to get this out of the dungeon that is my google drive folder for now

Words: 7779, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Iwaizumi Hajime's Family, Original Characters, Oikawa Tooru, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Sugawara Koushi

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Oikawa Tooru & Sugawara Koushi

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Injury, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Prince!Oikawa Tooru, royal guard!iwaizumi hajime, prince!sugawara koushi, oikawa's dad is a bitch, iwaizumi's dad is great, Not Beta Read

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QNUWZdl

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ sorry we lost touch.

⟡ featuring: oikawa

⟡ cw: timeskip oikawa, angst, talk about breakups, comfort?, fluff, fem reader, pregnancy talk at the end, lmk if i missed anything, bad writing and not proofread yet btw

⟡ a/n: i was listening to sorry we lost touch by will jay and got sad so i wrote this - still on a break though i just had to get this out. i'll go over some parts of this again eventually just to make it flow better (especially at the end) but ya ok bye.

four years ago, after high school, two of the people you cared most about dropped a bomb on you informing you about their plans for their futures.

your best friend, iwaizumi, went to california for college. this news didn't really shock you, he's been open about his dreams for all of high school. of course you were still sad, but you knew that this was important to him.

meanwhile, your boyfriend, oikawa tooru, caught you off guard when he told you he accepted an offer from some volleyball organization in argentina. you didn't know how to react. you knew you were happy for him but you weren't sure how to feel about leaving, especially since he didn't say anything about this before. it's not like he needed your approval, you knew that...but you would have appreciated it if he told you sooner. not the week before he had to leave.

that night on the couch of your basement, you guys argued and cried. you both tried coming up with multiple ways to keep the relationship strong. talks about being long distance, visiting each other often, and finally, you moving to argentina with him.

you don't know why him asking you to move with him made you angry and sad but it did. maybe it was because you're entire life was in japan. all of your family and friends are in japan. your memories are in japan. your dreams and goals are all made so they took place in japan. but oikawa didnt understand that.

you stood up for yourself, you told him that you were going to stay in japan and that's final.

"okay fine then! we're over!." oikawa finally snaps as he stands up to walk to the stairs leading out of the basement.

"tooru." tears start forming but you hold back for the sake of not seeming weak. "you can't be serious." you choke back a sob as you stand up and turn to face him.

"why shouldn't i be serious, yn?" he says as stops at the top step. "nothing is going to workout for us. anything i've suggested you've turned down so what choice do we have?" he shouts at you then wait for an answer. an answer you didn't know. you froze up and all you could do was sit there as his patience grew thinner.

after a few seconds of silence and no response from you he mutters out a "forget it" and takes the final step out of your basement. the final step out of your relationship.

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four years have passed by.

you two made up after two days and agreed to be friend even though it hurt. you guys did a great job of that for the remain week he was still in japan. once he got to argentina though...that's when things started fading out.

you both were in completely different timezones and it was almost impossible to keep touch on a regular basis. it made you both sad that you couldn't keep a connection between the both of you, you both tried your hardest but as the first year of him being away went on, your talks became less frequent. by the start of the second year, you had lost all communication with him.

but now you're here, sitting in the apartment you shared with hanamaki and matsukawa. iwaizumi was also there but he was only visiting you all. he came back the month prior and now lives a few apartment complexes down. you were happy to see iwaizumi and to be able to talk to him as much as you want now, he was your best friend after all. however, in this very moment as you're just trying to watch your show on the tv, you really wish you could kick his head off.

"why won't you just go say hi to him?" iwaizumi asks in a pushy tone. for the last hour and a half he has been trying to convince you to go see oikawa as he came back from argentina last week. according to iwaizumi, oikawa has been wanting to see you ever since he landed. apparently the first thing he said to iwa was "where is yn?".

"because haji! i don't want to get hurt!" you shout at him as you feel yourself start to lose patience. you knew that you and oikawa would have a calm conversation but it would inevitably include everything that happened between you two all those years ago. you didn't want to relive those memories again.

"listen," iwaizumi comes and sits next to you and grabs your hand, "i know you're scare of seeing him again yn, but so is he." he continues as you look down at your lap.

"and don't you want closure?" you look up and turn to makki. him and matsukawa have been silent during this whole ordeal but they both agreed with iwaizumi.

"listen doll, we love you and don't want to push you to do anything you don't want to but we know you still look at old pictures of you and tooru. we know you talk about him in your sleep. we know you type out text messages to him that you'll never send. so why not just go for it?" matsukawa admits all of the things that him and makki have notices ever since you all moved in together. all you can do is look up at the ceiling in shame before you decide to stand up and look at all of them.

"fine. i'll go see him." you finally agree and all three of them silently cheer and go up to hug you to tell you you'll be alright.

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the next day, you find yourself standing in front of oikawa's house. you've actually been standing there for five minutes debating on if you actually want to go through with this but after a while you just shook off your nerves and knocked five times, subconsciously using the pattern you and oikawa would always use back when you were dating.

it was only a few seconds before you saw the door swing open and were met with oikawa looking at you in disbelief, as if he didn't believe it was actually you.

you both take a few moments to take each other in. not much has changed about him, you take notice. of course he was taller, more built, and just looked four years older, but you still saw the same glow he had all those years ago.

"yn, hey" oikawa says quietly as a small smile starts to form making your heart skip a beat.

"hi, tooru." you say in an equally quiet tone smiling a sweet smile back at him that could make him melt on the spot.

after a few more moments of silence, he invites you into the house and guides you to the couch before he goes to the kitchen to get you both a cup of tea leaving you to look around. it was his childhood house, the house you spent countless days and nights in. his parents left it for him last year when they decided to retire and move to the countryside so it was only the two of you in the house.

after a few minutes oikawa comes back with the tea and sets it down on the coffee table. you mumble out a thank you before you both sit in silence again before he speaks up.

"you look good."

"you do too"

"how have things been here? how was university for you?" oikawa hated the small talk but he thought it'd be better to catch up before you both got into the more serious topic at hand

"it was good! i made a lot of friends while there, granted i barely talk to any of them anymore, but it was a fun experience." you explain a little more about your time in university and you could tell that he was soaking in every word you said. what you didn't know is how bad he felt about not being there for you. "enough about me though, how was argentina? how was playing volleyball?"

"it was great, i learned a lot of new things and met a lot of people as well." it was his turn to fill you in on what he's been up to and you couldn't even be sad. you were so proud of him and you told him that before you both fell into silence again.

"i'm sorry." were the words that broke the silence.

"you have nothing to be sorry about, tooru." you sadly say this as you look at him.

"but i left you. i left the person i loved more than anything!" oikawa exclaims, admitting that he felt guilty about how everything happened.

"you had to go," you start out softly, hoping to calm him down. "you had to go, tooru. volleyball is everything to you, you just wanted to grow and learn more!"

"you were everything to me." he shouts as he takes your hands. "we talked about all these plans for our future but i ruined it by leaving you! you don't think that was selfish of me? i mean, come on! the entire time you were talking about what you have been doing for the last four years, all i could think about is how badly i wish i was there!" oikawa rambles out, his voice starting to crack, breaking your heart.

"no i don't. i'll admit it hurt for a long time but i never thought you were selfish, even for a second. i wish you were there too but...life just took us in different directions." you explain softly to him as you felt your own tears starting to prick in the corners of your eyes.

"you're too nice for your own good as always." oikawa chuckles out as he wipes away your tears that started falling. he was sad at the moment too, but he hated seeing you cry more than anything.

"but its all true. i've never hated you for anything." you lean into his touch without realizing it, but it felt right.

"i'm glad, but it still wont change how bad i feel about it." he rubs circles on your cheek with his thumb.

"then make it up to me." you say as you lift yourself from his touch, causing him to look at you confused.

"what do you mean?"

"you're here for good while now aren't you?" you ask him about how he's staying in japan for good now, as far as you both know and he nods. "then let's make new plans!" you excitedly say.

"you sure?" you nod as he still looks confused but after reassuring him he feels better. "okay then let's do it." finally agreeing he pulls you in for a hug.

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after that day, you and oikawa became inseparable once again and after a few months you two ended up dating each other again. it made everyone happy.

a year later you move in with him after your lease for your apartment with matsukawa and hanamaki was up. don't worry about them though, they got another place and you still saw them every weekend.

iwaizumi was especially happy for you and oikawa though. he said that he "finally had someone to complain to about shittykawa" again since he kept his mouth shut during those four years you and oikawa were apart. iwaizumi was just really happy that his best friends were together again and that they were finally happy.

another three years later, you're married and are expecting a baby girl. as you set up the nursery with oikawa, you take a look back at all these years and smile to yourself.

"I wouldn't change a single thing, you know?" oikawa says as he sees you smile and walks up to you, leaning down to kiss your pregnant belly and then kiss you. you agree with him.

even if you both went through hell and back with each other, you wouldn't have had it any other way because right now, you have all you've ever wanted.

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ pet names they call their s/o – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: f!reader

✩ a/n: it's been a long week but i'm back and (finally) off shift, so hopefully i'll be able to get some more writing done soon!!

⭑ babe, baby, sunshine

he's definitely the type of boyfriend who refers to you by pet names more than your actual name. he will call you these with the biggest smile and so much fondness in his eyes, and it literally makes your heart melt every time.

⤷ bokuto, hinata, nishinoya, komi, tendou, inuoka

⭑ sweetheart, darling, gorgeous

ugh he's so charming. he loves to call you these out of nowhere when you're least expecting it, enjoying the way you get all embarrassed and stumble over your words. he always knows exactly how to make your heart flutter and your stomach erupt with butterflies.

⤷ kuroo, akaashi, sugawara, oikawa, fukunaga, hirugami, kai

⭑ pretty girl, doll, princess

he's such a tease, his favourite time to call you these is when you're mad at him because he knows it will catch you off guard and fluster you to no end, regardless of how angry you are. he's so smug about it too, it’s so infuriating but so hot at the same time.

⤷ suna, matsukawa, kyotani, konoha, semi, iwaizumi

⭑ love, my love, my dear

he doesn't call you these all that often, and so when he does it only makes it that much more meaningful. he might not always be the most expressive, but you see the way his gaze softens when he looks at you, and it's clear from that alone just how much he adores you.

⤷ ushijima, daichi, kageyama, aone, sakusa, washio, kita

⭑ bubs, cutie, bunny

he was a little embarrassed about referring to you by pet names at first, but now he finds that they just effortlessly roll off his tongue. he's a sucker for cute and sappy nicknames like these because he thinks they fit you perfectly.

⤷ kenma, yamaguchi, lev, koganegawa, goshiki, komori

⭑ dove, honey, angel

it honestly surprises his friends when they overhear him calling you one of these, because as far as they're concerned it seems so out of character for him. if only they knew what he was like behind closed doors, they'd soon realise just how soft he really is for you.

⤷ yaku, tsukishima, futakuchi, yahaba, daishou, osamu

⭑ hot stuff, sugar, my queen

he's such a simp for you. you can never tell if he's joking or if he's totally serious when he calls you these, but regardless of how much it might make you cringe, you can't deny that you find yourself fighting back a smile at how ridiculous he is.

⤷ tanaka, hanamaki, yamamoto, terushima, atsumu

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[sagelvr111]

LOCKDOWN- DEATHBELLE

Lockdown- DeathBelle

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Prison AU

73k words

13 chapters

completed

Part 1 of Lockdown

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sawamura Daichi, Semi Eita, Tendou Satori, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Kunimi Akira, Yahaba Shigeru, Kyoutani Kentarou, Shirabu Kenjirou, Goshiki Tsutomu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Kozume Kenma, Akaashi Keiji

Prison!au, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Threats, Fighting, Blood, Everyone is a criminal, Except Karasuno, They’re Prison Guards, alcohol use, Smoking, Suggestive Conversations, background TenSemi

Oikawa expects that his time in prison won’t be the best two years of his life. What he doesn’t expect is an antisocial cellblock, a half-crazed redhead who insists on befriending him, and the wildcard boss of Block Three who builds a grudge against him on day one. Worst of all is the menacing Iwaizumi Hajime, to whom Oikawa becomes an unwilling cellmate. Iwaizumi is coarse, unpleasant, and makes it quite clear that he wants nothing to do with Oikawa.

At first, anyway.

Within the first few months of his stay, Oikawa gets caught up in a war between cellblocks, becomes a prime target, and must decide just how far he’s willing to go to protect Iwaizumi Hajime.

[miya-rin]

you wanted this

he swerved you.

he actually just swerved you.

and that little laugh he let out afterwards pissed you off more than the fact that your boyfriend just swerved you.

“oh i bet you think you’re sooo funny don’t you?” you say, fists clenched ready to beat the hell out of anything you can get to fast enough, in this case, its him.

“a little,” he retorts, a shit eating grin spreading across his stupidly handsome face. your eye slightly twitches which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, seeing he tries to play his little stunt off all smoothly, realising you were actually waiting for a kiss. “oh baby i’m sorry, come here.” he says as he places his thumb on your cheek bone, caressing it softly, while his fingers rest under your jaw. leaning in slowly as his apology. only to be met with your turning face.

you just swerved him.

you actually just swerved him.

“babe!” he almost yells, the colour draining from his face at the thought that he just fucked up badly enough for you to reject his kiss. “im sorry i didnt mean it, kiss me please.”

“im busy.” turning your body away from him so he can just see your back, he takes the opportunity to run his hands up and down your sides. putting his head in the crook of your neck and placing feather light kisses in your most sensitive spot, what he would normally be met with was the sounds of your laughter filling the room. but there is silence. oh he really fucked this up.

“baby im sorry.” he babbles into your neck, moving away from you to try and turn you around, but when that doesn’t work he returns to his toddler instincts. tantrums.

“pretty please y/n, i said im sorry, just kiss me and ill stop!”

“don’t raise your voice at me, you wanted this.” you pick up your phone and put your headphones in trying to block out the sounds coming from your 26 year old boyfriends mouth. oh but that doesn’t stop him.

“YN!!!!! LOVE ME!!!” he shouts loud enough to be heard over whatever is playing on your phone.

“sorry what was that?” you tease, dramatically turning your phone’s volume up, “i can’t quite hear you.” and with those words his face drops. he sighs in defeat and starts to walk out the room. but it’s not over yet.

as you start to turn away from him once more he charges at you and jumps with so much force you both fall onto the floor. while your guard is down he takes the opportunity to place your arms above your head and pin them there with one of his hands. his legs are places over your thighs as he knows there is no way you can escape like that.

he has you right where he wants you.

he starts to place slobbery kisses all over your face like a dog, and you know he’s only doing it like that to annoy you because of the fact he starts giggling. your big strong boyfriend is giggling like a little girl. and thats when you can’t keep up your cold act anymore.

“HAHAHAHA, GET OFF OF ME YOU LITTLE-“ your sentence is cut short as he places one last wet kiss on your lips, and pulls away with the largest smile you have ever seen on him, the corners of his eyes start to wrinkle and in that moment he just looks so handsome.

although, you cant let him know he’s won yet, so you decide to start writhing under his strong grip, even though you both know that you’re no match for him.

“oh don’t start struggling now baby, you wanted this.”

ATSUMU, suna, OIKAWA, hanamaki, matsukawa, yahaba, KUROO, bokuto, konoha, sugawara, futakuchi