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hatsukeii · 3 months ago

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hi to the 🐤

no rush for this request(?) at all!! i was just rotting thinking about childhood bsf iwaizumi hajime with reader in high school and the fic could be about how hajime is too used to the spotlight being taken by oikawa and gets half sad when he thinks u also got stolen by him but no they’re just scheme to plan a huge date for her to ask him out

OWMXKWNC OR OR OR OR childhood bsf ushijima (do u see a pattern?) always being next to reader and always being there for her, helping her run errands, do stuff and he’s like a rlly big lost puppy following her around and one day they’re just like ‘WE’RE DATING?!’ ‘What do you mean? We’ve been dating since you said yes to my ring pop proposal’

thank you for greeting duck the goose:)

i feel like i haven’t written about iwa nearly enough (he is a need btw yes iwaizume hajime (27) athletic trainer save me) BUT i will get to your ushiwaka one soon after as well‼️ gonna feed the iwa crowd today

bags / childhood bsf!iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre(s) - childhood bsf to lovers!! slight angst, but with a good, fluffy ending, oikawa being his usual self, iwa being hot as always

warning(s) - bags by clairo used for a MAN and not a WOMAN smh:( it just fit well though and I love it, gn reader so the girls the gays and the theys are all covered for!! no serious warnings today my pookies<3

wc: 1834

tldr; he waits for the right time with your bag in his hands, hoping for the day he can hold you with them instead

Iwaizumi Hajime (13) has been holding your bags since the days of middle school. Without fail, every afternoon at 3:10pm exactly as the school bell rings, he is standing outside your classroom, his own bag slung over one shoulder for yours to go on the other. Then, he slings it onto himself, and watches you and Oikawa walk out of the classroom together, cursing to himself for never being put in the same class as the two of you. He drags behind, two bags weighing his little middle-schooler body down, but a toothy grin plastered across his face whenever you look back at him with that face. That face with the ever so slightly widened eyes, and lips apart in a worrisome smile.

“Are you sure you can hold two bags, Iwaizumi? I can take it back!”

“I’m fine! It’s all good!”

Middle schooler Iwaizumi Hajime (13) watches you through Oikawa’s squinted eyes as the two of you chat and giggle on the walk home, his footsteps still lagging behind. He’s rarely close to you, unlike Oikawa, so his mind has to fill the blanks. He remembers hearing you mention the crow’s feet that line the corners of your eyes once in passing to Oikawa, who then rambles on about how they look like whiskers on a cat. He recalls the time you face planted into the floor of the school playground, earning you a faint, white scar that slashes across your top lip. He watches you through Oikawa’s eyes like he’s reading a story. But this is Oikawa’s story, Oikawa’s dialogue, Oikawa’s conversations with you, Oikawa’s descriptions of your face, blank spots filled in with blurry recollections of the details of you, stolen from the vibrations in the air between you and Oikawa, all playing out in front of Iwaizumi’s eyes with your bag slung over his shoulder.

Once in a while (every single day), even now, as the three of you continue to walk home together from Aoba Johsai after volleyball practise, Oikawa turns around to pout at him, feigning betrayal and shock as he accuses high school junior Iwaizumi Hajime (16) of “friendship treason.” Whatever that’s supposed to be.

“Iwa-chan! How come you never carry my bag for me too?”

“You can carry your own, dumbass!”

And every time Oikawa has a childish outburst at Iwaizumi, like this one, you snicker into your palm at his antics, the crow’s feet that engrave themselves into your skin turning into smile lines that lace the underside of your eyes, reminding him that even as the audience of Oikawa’s story, living vicariously through his conversations with you, and the smack on his arm that you mockingly give him, Iwaizumi is still inevitably tied to the plot through the strap of your bag hanging on his shoulder. His body, taller and stronger now, still lags behind the two of you by his deliberately slowed steps. This is Oikawa’s story, and if this is what you want, then he will simply watch it play out.

The walk always reaches your home first, to Iwaizumi’s relief. It is only then that he gets the opportunity to live in Oikawa’s shoes, when he walks towards you and eases the bag onto your doorstep. It is here that he can see you through his own eyes instead, noticing the little freckles from the sun that scatter across your cheeks, and the bits of dried skin on your lips that you gnaw off with your front teeth, and the blood that begins to seep through the raw wound where the skin came off. You look real, not like his fractured recollection of the strokes that make up your face. You’ve clawed your way out of Oikawa’s story into his own, and Iwaizumi etches something new into his mind every time he looks up from placing your bag down, patiently pleading to one day know more than just your face.

"Thanks for holding my bag again Iwa, get home safe, okay?"

Iwa. Oikawa's nickname is rubbing off onto you, and he thinks he can get used to this.

For the rest of the walk, Iwaizumi is inserted into Oikawa's story, like some surprise cameo. He readjusts his backpack, slinging both straps onto his shoulders, and Oikawa knudges his side with his elbows suggestively every time you leave.

"You can lie to them, Iwa-chan, but you can't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Sure."

But Oikawa knows Iwaizumi is being unfair to himself, because he doesn't know the way his name slips out of your mouth into the conversations between you and Oikawa, more like a recurring character than a surprise cameo, hidden amongst every other line of dialogue in a script. He doesn't know that whenever the crow's feet begin to grow on your cheek, like whiskers on a cat, it's at the mention of his name, perhaps about something Iwaizumi said to Oikawa during training, or a new nickname he threw at him, the latest one being Hanger Bastard. He doesn't know that when the laughs begin erupting from your belly, Oikawa can hear Iwaizumi's name under your breath, choking out as you mumble to yourself, "Fuck, Iwa has to hear this, Iwa HAS to hear this,” just for Iwa to leave wordlessly after setting your bag down, before you can say anything to him.

One of these days, high school senior Iwaizumi Hajime (18) decides that he will do it. He will finally, after years of holding your bag, ask to hold your hand at graduation instead.

Until he overhears you and Oikawa talking as he walks out of the changing rooms, sweaty and sore from volleyball training, his bag hanging off one shoulder.

“Okay, let me do it,” you straighten your posture, looking up at Oikawa.

“Let’s go to grad formal together. Be my plus one.”

And he remembers, this is not his story. It was never his story to begin with, always Oikawa’s. Iwaizumi is only a cameo, an easter egg that’s there to hold you bag every chapter of the way, praying that you will see him lagging behind, waiting for the right time. His steps come to a halt, and the ground squeaks beneath his sneakers, the towel in his hand falling to the floor.

“Oh. Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

He snatches the towel off the ground, slinging the other strap of his bag on, and heads out of the gym, ripping his eyes away from staring through Oikawa’s, killing himself off in Oikawa’s story, and in your own. Iwaizumi’s character exits the setting of the gym, just a little too quickly to hear the rest of your conversation.

“Iwa-chan is a little shorter than me, so you’ll probably have a better time trying to reach him if you want.”

“Got it, are you sure I’ll be fine though?”

Oikawa knows this needs to happen. He sees that Iwaizumi has been waiting, his patience never running thin even after five years of holding your bag silently on walks home, dragging behind so Oikawa could have his chance at you instead. He has noticed the glances Iwaizumi takes at your face every time he sets your bag down at your doorstep, softer and gentler than the flipping of pages on a yellowing book, yearning to see more, feel more, know more. Oikawa never needed a chance with you, he never wanted it either, not when all you rambled on about was Iwaizumi’s new nicknames for him, or Iwaizumi’s play on the court, or how Iwaizumi would find some stupid video you saw hilarious, but you never had the chance to show him. The second strap going onto his shoulder is all Oikawa needs to be sure that Iwaizumi is tired of waiting. Which means you have to go, now.

“Go, go after him, now, he’s not too far yet. You got this.”

And so you sprint as quickly as your legs will take you. You run down to the school’s exit, and Iwaizumi is nowhere to be found. Your heart sinks at the possibility that he actually thought you were asking Oikawa to be your date, seeing that he departed the gym soundlessly. Your knees ache and every breath you huff in seems to bruise your lungs a little bit, and you have to stop and hunch over, hands pressed against your knees for stability. Your bag weighs on your shoulders, and you realise you have forgotten how it feels to walk with it on your back, books dragging you down like an anchor in the seabed. You slap your knees, it’s the next corner, and it’s about time you carried your own bag for once anyways.

Iwaizumi is staring at a bouquet of flowers that sits lifelessly on his desk in petals of red and stems of green, contemplating what to do with them, when he hears a knock at his front door.

“Hajime! Someone’s here for you!” His mother yells from downstairs, her words dragging on suggestively as he slumps down to the entrance. You stand at his doorstep, a palm sized journal in one hand and holding the doorframe with the other as your body leans into the wall, face flushed and lowered in exhaustion from the sprint you just took.

“Oh, hey, what are you doi-”

Your head jolts up to meet his eyes, and Oikawa is right. Iwaizumi is a little easier to reach. Your hand shoots out, the journal sticking out temptingly from your fingers. Iwaizumi still thinks this is Oikawa’s story, the one he chose to die in. Yet he takes the journal anyways, unhooking the elastic loop and opening it up.

“21/1- Saw a video of a cat spilling vermicelli everywhere, wanna show Iwa because he’d probably like it.”

“23/1- Chat when will Iwa talk to me on the walk home:(”

“27/1- Oikawa says I should just chat him up but I’m nervous???? what the fuck do i do???”

Lines upon lines of journal entries deck the pages of the book, and Iwaizumi can do nothing but read every single entry, a rush of blood flooding into his head.

“14/4- Iwa invited to me to vball training!! Wonder if i can keep going every day to watch him play…”

“15/4- Why does he go quiet when Oikawa is around:(”

He drops his arm, revealing your face behind the journal. His ears pulse at the sound of his heart in his throat.

“Iwa, let’s go to grad formal together. Wanna be my plus one?”

Shoving the book into your arms, his hand signals for you to stay, and he sprints upstairs, almost tripping over on the hardwood beneath his feet. The bouquet of flowers waits for him at his desk, more lively than ever, and he snatches it into his hand, before stumbling back down the stairs to you. He straightens himself at the door, his windpipe threatening to close.

“Sorry, the hoodie and the sweats aren’t really doing me justice right now.”

You stare at him, who scratches the back of his neck, a bouquet of roses wrapped in coffee stained newspapers in his hand. No, you think, the hoodie and sweats are doing him so much justice.

“I should’ve asked you a long time ago, probably back before junior formal dinner, or at freshman dance night, maybe even playground duty in middle school. Can I make it up to you, and ask you now?”

You nod, crow’s feet threatening to emerge from your cheeks, but you suppress them. Your mouth hangs ajar, not sure what to make of this situation.

“Can I have the honour of being yours?”

“Fuck yeah you can!”

Iwaizumi doesn’t spare a moment, before lifting you up by your underarms and pulling you into himself. From afar, Oikawa watches from his own house on the same block, grinning with pride. You giggle into his shoulder, arms around his neck. It sounds like the beginning of Iwaizumi’s story, maybe something even better than what he imagined.

“Now, do you want me to walk you home? I can take your bag for you.”

“Sure, Iwa.”

And walk you home he does, except he doesn’t hold the strap of your bag on his shoulder with his free hand anymore, finally linking you fingers with his own instead.

author's note:

HEYYYY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BB @catsoupki I started it the day you requested but i was so busy that i ended up getting WRITER'S BLOCK UM?? but i had this whole idea i was NOT about to let it get wasted because i couldn't think smh ANYWAYS

hope everyone else liked it too!! i love iwaizume hajime (27) athletic trainer and his hanger bastard too i guess... need someone to be walking out the door with your bags too

and here's the writing playlist!! feel free to add songs into it for me so i can find new artists and write with more inspo!!

anyways tags as usual:

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ok love u guys bye bye

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kuroppiii · 5 months ago

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iwa's not drunk ! ᵕ̈ iwaizumi hajime x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : walking back home with ⋮⋮ hajime after a night out ( he is sooo ⋮⋮ not drunk, by the way )

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ok but whyyyy did i kind of eat this draft up from like 3 years ago tho ”

“look, you’re,” you thought of how to word it, “a little bit more than tipsy—“

“i am not drunk!” iwaizumi interrupted you. there was a short pause as you resisted letting out a chuckle.

“well i never said that—“

“i am not drunk!” he whined.

“hey, you said it, not me—“

“i’m nottt!” he was practically begging now. you found it funny how this 6-foot-something man was desperately trying to convince you he wasn’t drunk, at the same time latching onto you in order to simply balance as you walked down the sidewalk.

he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you placed your hands on his bicep as you walked.

for a second you thought of how intimidating your hajime must be when he’s working as an athletic trainer during the day—big, strong, blunt.

then compare that to now, where he’s a whiny and bumbling mess. only you got to see him like this, on nights like these.

right now, as you held his swaying figure upright in the street, iwaizume was warm—his whole body was radiating heat onto yours, in fact.

he felt like a weighted blanket shielding you from the breeze that rounded each corner of every high-rise—as if it were trying to find the next thrill of the late night, just as you and hajime were shortly before he became too drunk and out of remission.

you approached a crosswalk. hajime snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and departed one of his arms from your shoulders in order to click the pedestrian crossing button.

or, attempt to. you watched as his hand blindly search and hit every area around the button, but never the button itself. you let out a soft laugh before effectively pressing the button yourself.

hajime’s arm returned to where it once was and he lifted his face from your neck.

you turned and watched as his eyes were closed. you could hear the faint sound of him breathing in and out, trying to get the chilly breeze to help sober himself up.

his lashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes now and then, probably to prevent himself from completely blacking out on you.

you saw the subtle sheen of sweat on his face. it reflected the neon colors of all the streetlights and store signs around the crosswalk.

but even among all those colors, you could still notice the reddish dust on his face from the alcohol.

he looked breathtaking.

you felt a reddish dust appear on your face, too.

you two stood there, even as you heard the pedestrian crossing sign tick away.

#🌼 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂 #🌼 𝗶𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗲 #iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer #you will always be famous #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff

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kissatsumu · 3 months ago

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⋆˚✿˖° HOLD MY HAND <3

— synopsis: first time holding hands with the seijoh 4 (oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, iwaizumi)

— genre: fluff! sfw blurbs. character x gn reader

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s surprisingly nervous, just to even hold your hand. he is the type of guy who never really had much dating experience. so he’s definitely overthinking everything. despite his tough exterior, he is a little bit of a softie for you he’s been crushing on you for way too long. everything you do makes his heart race.

“hajime,” you call for his attention as you approach him waiting at the outside of your classroom. “you don’t have to wait for me everyday, you know? don’t want you to be late for practice” you smile as you pack up to leave with him; he started a little routine of walking with you from your last class of the day to the gym for volleyball practice.

“i don’t mind,” is all that iwaizume said as he picks up your bag for you and urging you to follow him. you quickly thank him for carrying your bag, deciding not to tell him he doesn’t have to do that as well.

you walked beside him through the hallways of seijoh. you recapped each other on your days. but the hallways were so full that you ended up grabbing onto iwaizume’s arm. and his heart nearly stopped.

suddenly you feel him pull away from you. your eyes widen, scared that you made him uncomfortable. but your fears are quelled when he grabs onto your hand and lace his fingers with yours. he tries to play it cool but he is freaking out internally!!

you two finally make it to the gym and he kind of wished he didn’t have to let you go. “i’ll see tomorrow, hajime,” you smile with a squeeze to his hand. you both turn your heads to the gym, hearing snickering coming from the building (of course it’s oikawa and hanamaki who were giggling to their underclassmen how “iwa-chan is talking to his crush over there >ᴗ< !!”)

he just rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you. “have fun at practice!” you say and iwaizume brought your hand close to his face, lightly kissing your knuckles. he mumbled out a simple “i will” before letting go and running into the gym, hoping you don’t notice his flustered face <3

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

hanamaki is the type of guy who is already touchy with his friends (with consent of course). like hugs, arm thrown around shoulders, playful poking, ect.!

one day he found you painting your nails. you noticed that he seemed interested in what you’re doing. “want me to paint yours?” you ask, expecting him to say no but he shocks you with an enthusiastic yeah. he sat down crisscrossed on the floor across from you. “do black. make me look cool,” he says. you roll your eyes at him. you glance over at the nail polish options you have with you. “don’t have black,” you say to which makki pouts at. you pick up the bottle of light pink nail polish and unscrewed the lid.

“pink?” he asks. “yeah- it matches your hair!” you tell him while you take his hand in yours and bring the brush to his thumbnail. “you’ll look so tough don’t worry makki.” and he laughs at that.

he didn’t think about how you were holding onto his hand until you were on the third fingernail. yeah he’s made skin contact with you before but your undivided attention placed upon him and your hands gently holding his seemed to get him to think about it more.

you focused your eyes on hanamaki’s hands while he focused his eyes on you face, observing all your features and the concentrated look on your face. he smiles and watches you finish his left hand and move onto his right one. he starts talking to fill the silence.

you finish makki’s nails and tell him to let them dry as you put away your nail polish. he shakes his hands around a bit in an attempt to get them to dry faster. you smile at the sight of your strong and well-built friend who stands over 6 feet tall, sitting on the floor admiring his new pretty pink nails.

he thanks you <3 he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers. “we’re matching now,” he says softly, smiling at your hand clasped with his. he’s a bit embarrassed when he realizes he was holding your hand, but he’s too happy to care :>

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MATSUKAWA ISSEI

matsukawa who has a tiny crush on his friend (you!). he really likes you but does not make any attempt to ask you out or confess. his way of flirting is literally just teasing you

one day at practice matsukawa hurt the ring and middle fingers on his right hand. he was practicing blocks and his hand made contact with the ball wrong and ended up hurting his fingers bad. he walked off the court to take care of it. he found the team’s first aid kit and stepped out of the gym and into the corridor to take a breath and wrap his fingers.

he was struggling a bit since he had to use his non-dominant hand to fix his dominant one. “Issei?” he picks his head up and sees you coming up to him. he calls your name back, smiling at the sound of your voice.

you make your way to him. “are you alright?” you ask while staring at his hands fumbling with the medical tape. and omg he’s going to use this situation to his advantage. he tells you how he hurt his hand and asks you for help. and of course you help him, not wanting him to end up hurting his hand more while struggling with medical tape lol

he’s such a little loser he’s smiling because you’re touching his hand so gently. “all done!” you announce to him. matsukawa stares down at his bandaged fingers. “thank you, y/n. you’re a big help.” he tells you but doesn’t want whatever was happening to end. “how does it feel?” you ask, your two hands still holding matsukawa’s one injured hand.

“still hurts,” he pouts. “you can give it a kiss to make it feel better,” he teases. the brief look of shock on your face nearly made him laugh. but to his surprise, you bring his hand to your face and place a gentle kiss on his bandaged fingers. “feel better?” you ask, staring up at matsukawa’s flushed face.

he stutters out a yeah and holds your hand in his. “i think holding your hand is helping mine heal faster” <3

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ OIKAWA TOORU

despite getting so much attention from girls at school, he is still a bit new to dating bc all his time is for volleyball. but out of the friend group, he has the most relationship experience. which confuses him even more. because why is he so nervous?? oikawa is talented , wanted by so many people, and quite charismatic; yet he gets nervous when close to you? he is racking his brain to figure out why he’s acting like that. its because he is crushing hard. biggest loverboy and hopeless romantic <3

you two were waiting at the train station together. you didn’t plan it yet the two of you happened to end up at the same place at the same time. he stood with you to keep you company until the train arrives.

he picks up a conversation with you. and he’s hanging onto every word you say. he notices how you’re shaking in the chilly weather. despite being bundled up, it was still cold at the train station. and seeing you shivering took a hit at oikawa’s heart.

“are you cold?” he asks you. his voice was tender, contrasting with his usual tone dripping with a tiny bit of arrogance. “I’ll be fine! don’t worry about me, Tooru,” you try to assure him but he sees your shaky shoulders and face flushed from the cold.

he brought his hands up to you. “may i?” he asks. you nod, not quite knowing what he was going to do. oikawa readjusts your coat so it’s covering your neck fully. then you felt his soft gloved hands take your cold ones. he held them together in a prayer position. its working. and oikawa’s small smile makes you feel just a bit warmer. he picks up conversation with you like he’s not doing anything.

your train finally arrives. “its here!” oikawa beamed. he lets go of one of your hands. but he continued to hold the other as he walked with you into the train. he stands with you; one hand holding the overhead handle and the other hand still holding yours <3

(if you point it out he’ll claim he didn’t even notice please don’t bruise his ego he had to work up a lot of courage to hold you hand)

notes: tysm for reading! this is my first post and i have not written in a bit so pls be nice :) interactions r appreciated

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader

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leileisa · 4 years ago

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love is on its way

various! haikyuu x reader

a series of independent fics based off of songs written by the jonas brothers

‣it’s alright, you’ll find a brighter day ‣cause love is on its way

hold on [kuroo tetsurō x reader] [ soulmate!au ]

⌙ kuroo has been against love since the very beginning, but maybe you can give him something to hold onto.

when you love someone, and they break your heart don’t give up on love, have faith restart

video girl [ kenma kozume x reader ]

⌙ kenma’s not too sure what his feelings about you are.

video girl who rocked my world for a whole two seconds, and now i know i’m not about to be another victim of the video girl syndrome

l.a. baby [ iwaizume hajime x reader ]

⌙ hajime realizes he left something in california.

it’s the two of us tonight, we can make it last forever we’ll need to realize it’s just you and me together

a little bit longer [ oikawa tōru x reader ]

⌙ oikawa thought that breaking up with you was for the best, but when he sees you smile without him, his heart breaks.

all this time goes by, with still no reason why a little bit longer and i’ll be fine

pushin’ me away [ matsukawa issei x reader ]

⌙ you and matsukawa have been at each other’s throats since the beginning. you’re confident he hates you, but he has other reasons he gets on your nerves.

pushing me away, every last word, every single thing you say pushing me away, try to stop be but it’s already too late

what a man gotta do [ miya atsumu x reader ]

⌙ atsumu’s pretty sure he broke your ‘no feelings’ rule.

i’m not tryin’ to be your part-time lover, sign me up for that full time, i’m yours

lonely [ miya osamu x reader ]

⌙ osamu is tired of seeing you get your heart broken.

i think you should be alone with me, cause we don’t have to be lonely

when you look me in the eye [ kita shinsuke x reader ]

⌙ kita’s so glad he has you.

when you look me in the eyes, i catch a glimpse of heaven, i find my paradise

sucker [ daichi sawamura x reader ] [ gang! au ]

⌙ daichi would follow you to the end of the earth, and he wants you to know that.

say the word and i’ll go anywhere blindly, i’m a sucker for you

hesitate [ sugawara kōshi x reader ]

⌙ you’ve been by suga’s side since the beginning, and he wants you to know that he has your back too.

i thank the oceans for giving me you, you saved me once and now i’ll save you too

five more minutes [ tsukishima kei x reader ]

⌙ tsukki doesn’t want you to get out of bed.

give me five more minutes, baby, i’m not finished loving you

pom poms [ bokuto kōtarō x reader ]

⌙ bokuto loves seeing you cheer for him.

more to love when your hands are free, baby put your pom poms down for me

lovebug [ akaashi keiji x reader ]

⌙ you’ve got akaashi wrapped around your finger, but you don’t even know.

i think about your eyes all the time, you’re beautiful but you don’t even try

X [ terushima yūji x reader ]

⌙ terushima loved the way that you danced like you were the only one in the room.

don’t be afraid of something new, if you play it right, you can be that someone who wont leave me lonely tonight

✗ all the songs above belong to the jonas brothers! can i get an amen

©️ leivapats 2020

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crayonwriting · 4 years ago

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IWAIZUMI!!!! CALL ME YOURS!!!!!!

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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year ago

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best friend!iwa who makes peace with the fact that you're probably not going to permanently break up with your boyfriend but can rest knowing that he's all you think about when you're having sex with that loser.

"i know you're going back to him," iwaizumi breathes, pinning you down to his mattress. you shook your head no but he knew better. you always went crawling back to that limp-dick boyfriend of yours after iwa fucked you good and hard. "i'm not stupid, don't give me that."

he wraps a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him. "i don't really give a fuck what or who you do anymore." he was lying through his teeth—he'd give anything to make you his but that wasn't his reality at the moment.

"but if you're gonna be with him, you better think about me when he's fucking you. i bet you already do though. think about my cock splitting you open and my lips against your skin, hm?"

you grasp at his hand and he gives you a bit of mercy, opening your airways once again. "haji..."

"you only think about me. you only get off to me," every word is made clear with a harsh snap of his hips. you can't form the words but iwa can feel your approval with how your legs wrap around him, trapping him inside you.

"that's my baby, gonna send you back to that loser with my fucking cum running down your thigh."

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iwaizumis-bicepss · 4 years ago

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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

~Admin Neko

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“Man this is taking forever to write. I have no motivation for this!” A loud sigh escapes F/n’s lips as she slams her hands on the desk by the sides of her laptop. Her messy, unkempt h/c hair is thrown up into a messy bun from three days ago. She brushes the flyaway hairs away from her tired, dreary e/c orbs that stare at that blank page before her. The black cursor blinks happily against the white of the page despite the girl’s unhappy expression.

“Damn work. Who cares if my work isn’t good enough to be published by the big names yet?! Some publicity is better than none dammit!” She stands up from her seat quickly, pushing it back and causing it to scrape against the floor. A quick glance at the clock confirms her feeling of tiredness. 1:34 am.

Another sigh leaves her lips as she goes to make herself another cup of (preferred drink). “Damn publishers don’t know good work when they see it!” F/n says loudly towards her coffee cup as she pours a fresh cup. “They should be grateful that I want them to work with me!”

A sudden bang on the door startles F/n, causing her to spill some of her drink on the counter. Cursing to herself, she meanders over to the front door as the bangs gets more and more impatient.

“Yeah Yeah I’m coming. Who the hell is---” She opens the door and her words fade away as she sees her next door neighbor, and crush, standing before her. “O-Oh. Hello Iwazumi.” She tries to play it off cool by smiling and leaning up against the door frame.

Iwaizumi, however, wants nothing to do with the cutesy stuff and pushes her out of his way. “What the hell are you yelling about this early in the morning?!” He whispers in a frustrated tone as he shuts the door. He runs a hand through his black, spiky hair and turns to stare at F/n hard. A blush spreads across her s/c cheeks as she turns away from him and walks back to her laptop.

“Well ya see, my publicist, or lack of one rather, thinks that my work isn’t good enough for their company so I’ve been trying to write something good enough for them. As you can probably tell it hasn’t been going so well.” She animatedly waves her hands around as she talks, causing a small grunt of amusement to leave the male’s lips.

“Everytime I come over here to make sure you’re not dead or dying you come up with some stupid excuse.” He says with his arm crossed, leaning up against the wall next to F/n. The distance between Iwaizumi and F/n is little, and the girl notices and takes a big step back as she stumbles over her words.

“Y-You don’t have to come and check on me.” Her blush reappears and she looks at her screen instead of the tall male in front of her. “I can handle myself.” Iwaizumi lets out a small laugh at this and leans over the girl’s shoulder, noticing how stressed and tired she looks.

“Listen L/n. I know you love your job and all but you need to take care of yourself.” He looks into her e/c eyes with his own and places a hand on the desk next to hers. “Let me help you out once in awhile idiot.”

F/n smiles at him with bright red cheeks for a moment before she nods. “Maybe I will. You’re always so good to my Iwaizumi. Thank you.” She closes her laptop and places her cup down.

The male’s skin shows a tiny glimmer of redness as he straightens and flicks F/n’s forehead. “It’s because someone needs to look after you. If you won’t do it then I have to.” F/n tilts her head and stares at the male who is making his way to the door.

“Iwaizumi?” F/n says when the both of them are standing before the door. He turns his head to look at her. “Do you have to leave?” She says in a quiet voice, averting her eyes to the ground. The male turns away from the door and hesitantly wraps his arms around F/n, enveloping her small frame in his arms.

“I won’t go anywhere. I promise.” He says as he leads her towards the couch. They both sit down and F/n rests her head on his shoulder happily.

**later on**

“Hey L/n?” Iwaizumi says in a tired voice. F/n turns to look at him and hums in response. “It’s Hajime.” He places a small kiss on her lips and looks away with a beet red face.

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kenzumekodma · 3 years ago

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

wc: 2207

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, predator/prey kink, knotting, idiots to lovers, author has no idea what she’s doing but had fun doing it

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Watching your friends play fight, you think you have everything under control. You must have, after all, if you’d made it through three years of high school and then some with these four goofballs. Oikawa only has a week before he has to go back to Argentina, and at his insistence, you’ve all gathered for a camping trip like you’d always talked about having in school.

As Makki and Iwaizumi gang up on their former captain, Matsukawa helps you set up the tent, driving stakes into the earth. A shrill breeze sends a shiver down your spine. Almost instantly, the scent of the three men invades your senses, and you gulp, reality setting in that you’re alone in the forest with four alphas, and…

“You know the full moon’s tonight, right?” Mattsun murmurs to you. He must have picked up their heavy scent as well. “You brought them, right?” he checks with you. You nod, but grab your backpack and rifle through it, just to be sure. Shuffling your clothes and toiletries around, you search and search but come up empty handed. Not a single heat suppressant pill to be found. Mattsun raises an eyebrow. Noticing his concern, you rummage for a moment before forcing a look of relief across your features.

“Yup, got them!” you say brightly. Internally, however, the only thing on your mind is fuck fuck fuck what the fuck am I going to do I’m so fucking fucked. Mattsun shakes his head. You can’t quite tell if he doesn’t believe you, or doesn’t believe you didn’t triple check before leaving. Honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t check the calendar, the forecast, anything. You’ve got a few hours until sundown, though, and that’s more than enough time to formulate a plan, right? Right?

The sinking sun shines golden behind the trees, and the rising moon begins to cast silver down from above. Warmth flees with the sun and you find yourself getting chills. From his spot next to you, Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. When he opens his mouth to speak, he tastes the metallic droplets dissipate along his tongue.

“Cold?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah, a little. I should grab my jacket,” you say.

“Don’t bother. Here,” he lifts his sweater off with an easy movement and tosses it into your lap. Gratefulness and burning want cut into you in equal measures. It was your own secret that you’d been hopelessly pining after Hajime Iwaizumi since you were both 15 years old. You’d planned on confessing right after graduation, until he broke the news that he’d be moving halfway across the globe for university right before you could will the words to come out of your mouth.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Maybe it’s a good thing? At least if I’m covered in his scent, it’ll cover up my own a bit, right? Iwaizumi watches the gears turn in your head from the corner of his eye, and for a short moment, he’s not an alpha and you’re not an omega. He’s not a trainer for Olympic athletes and you’re not the independent woman doing your best and struggling your way through life one day at a time. He’s just Hajime, and you’re just you. Oikawa nudges Makki, discreetly pointing at Iwaizumi. Of fucking course those idiots had figured it out years ago. It’s been over a decade and they’re still acting like teenagers, smirking and waggling their eyebrows at him whenever he gets close to you.

After a while, though, things fade back to normal. The four men trading spooky stories at Mattsun’s insistence, roasting marshmallows, and… arguing? You missed the comment that started it, but the smell of their testosterone rising is unmistakable.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go and get another bag of marshmallows,” you say hurriedly and stalk off towards the tent. You look behind you, making sure they’re still all occupied, and take a couple of snacks with you to get through the night before making off for a safe distance away in the woods.

Half an hour of following what you could’ve sworn was the north star and you’re sure of it, you’re definitely lost. But you consider the bright side. You’re far enough away that the only thing you can smell around you is fresh air, the falling leaves -- really, Tooru, who plans a camping trip in October of all months? -- and Iwaizumi’s sweater. Allowing yourself one indulgence, you take a deep breath of the fabric, your scent and his entwining in your nostrils and addling your brain.

“--Hey, hey, stop! That’s the last fucking marshmallow, Makki! You’re wasting it!” Oikawa pouts, back at the campsite.

“‘S not a big deal, y/n said she was going to get another bag. Right, y/n?” Makki counters. “Y/n?”

“That was half an hour ago, dumbass,” Iwaizumi says.

“Well? Should we look for her?” Makki asks.

“Of course we should,” Iwaizumi answers.

“I’ll go!” Oikawa pipes up.

“Like hell. You can’t control yourself around an omega well enough in the daytime. I’m not letting you go on a full fuckin’ moon, Shittykawa. You’re not any better, Makki. She’s got those suppressants, right? I can get her back no problem.”

“What about me?” Mattsun interjects, borderline offended at not even being considered.

“What way is north, Issei?” Iwaizumi deadpans.

“Shut the fuck up, why don’t you, Hajime,” he snarks.

“If I’m not back with her in an hour, start looking for us,” Iwaizumi says with finality, and he’s off.

It’s not long before he catches his own scent creating a path, meandering between trees. He breaks into a jog, his heart sprinting as his scent fades into yours. It’s stronger than usual, heady and intoxicating, and he lets out a growl as he realizes what’s happening.

“Fuckin’ really? Heat? You’re in heat? You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he groans. “So much for the damned suppressants.” He picks up a surge of your scent and he realizes you must be near enough to hear him, to sense him, to smell him. He raises a hand to his neck, thumb grazing over his scent glands, going into overdrive as he feels the rush of adrenaline course through his body.

“Not far away, are ya? C’mon, don’t be shy. I don’t bite… hard,” he takes a shaky breath in, becoming still and calm in his concentration. This, this hunt, this is what he was born for, what he’s been longing for with you since the day you cheered for him louder than anyone else in the stands at the first volleyball game he invited you to more than a decade ago. Leaves rustle about thirty feet away from Iwaizumi and he picks up the surge again. He moves quickly and quietly towards where he’s sure you are.

“You’re getting off on this, huh? Don’t deny it, I can smell it on you from here, y/n. You wanna be my prey, huh? Want me to hunt you down and make you mine?” His lips curl, twisting into smirk and baring his teeth. He knows this isn’t the way he should be confessing to you, not when the only indication of your attraction is the fact you’re in heat. Would you react like this to Mattsun? Oikawa? Makki? Does it even matter, since he’s the only one here? His head whips around as a hitched breath comes from behind a tree another twenty feet away.

“You can run and you can hide, little girl. But the big, bad wolf is coming to get you,” he growls.

Taking his sweet time, he walks over to where he’s confident now that you haven’t moved from, if the little whimpers and moans are anything to go on. The sight that greets him sends a wave of warmth through his body. You’re flushed, whether from the chase, your heat, or some combination thereof, he doesn’t know. But you’re curled up in his sweater, and that stirs something in him deep in his core. The way you’re helplessly rubbing your thighs together, trying to keep from touching yourself because he knows you know that if you try to relieve the white hot need you’ll only make it worse.

“I-Iwa, go…” you mumble against your own will, but he only shakes his head. You sigh, conceding to him. “H-Haji, please, h-hurts, n-need it. Haji, please,” you whimper. “Help me.” Iwaizumi is on you in seconds, hands flying to your chest and your waist, lips a sloppy flurry against your own. He kisses down your neck and you keen, pushing your flesh against his bared teeth insistently.

“You know if I do that right now, you’re mine. You understand that, right? I don’t have to if you don’t want it. I can pull out, too…” The insecurity tugging at him is quickly quelled at your protests.

“No, no, do it, please,” you whine. “Wanted you for so long. P-please, wanna be yours, lemme be yours.”

Iwaizumi groans, feeling his hardening cock strain against his pants, and bite, marking you as his own, his mate. There’s no going back now.

You scramble to remove your jeans, but Hajime’s hands come down over yours, easing them off of you himself. You paw at the buckle of his belt and he chuckles at your eagerness. His heavy cock springs free a short moment later and you feel the warmth rise a degree in your body. He peels your panties off, sticky and wet with your slick, and takes a deep breath, moaning out loud at the thought that this beautiful mess is all for him, you’re all for him.

“Fuck me, Hajime,” you breathe.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, easing into you with as much restraint as he can muster. You suck him in so greedily, he swears he never wants to leave the warm home of your walls. Your whimpers and cries of desperation quickly melt into soft curses, begs for more, choked moans when he hits that spot just right inside you. You push your hips up to meet his, burying him to the hilt yourself.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he mumbles against your lips.

He rolls his hips, angling them up to catch you where you need it most. Reaching your hand between your bodies, you roll your puffy, needy bud between your fingers. A growl catches in Hajime’s throat and he bites down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He makes sure he leaves his mark on you. It’s not enough for you to clench and milk him for all he’s worth, it’s not enough for you to be swathed in his scent, he needs every alpha within a mile to know you belong to him.

“H-Haji-” you moan, kneading your own chest through the fabric of his sweater. He drags the cotton up your body, hungrily latching his lips onto one of your nipples. Your breath hitches, mewling out his name as if it’s the sweetest candy money can buy. You feel the base of his cock swelling and nudging against your folds as you draw closer and closer to your climax.

“P-please, w-want it, want your knot. Haji please,” you wail. He’s never been able to deny you anything and he’s not about to start now, not when he has you right where he’s always wanted you. He pushes his swollen knot past your tight entrance. The absolute blissful feeling of being so full, like you never knew you were incomplete until now, drives you hurtling head first into your orgasm. You moan and cry and cling to Hajime like he’s the only solid thing in this world. Quickly following you into your haze, he spills his seed inside you, locking your bodies together whether he means to or not.

“I, uh, suppose I should tell you,” you start, looking away from him as you come down from your high, waiting for his swelling to subside. “I’ve, I’ve kind of been in love with you since we were kids,” you mumble out quickly. He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey. I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were fifteen. You’ve been the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night for nearly half my life. I’m not apologizing for this if you’re not,” he says. You shake your head.

“‘M not apologizing, not at all.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He eases himself out of you and helps you dress yourself quietly. “Legs are sore, huh?” he chuckles as you try to stand up. You swat at him lightly, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Shut up and carry me, will you?”

And he does just that. He can when he walks back into the perimeter of your campsite he’s just barely made it within his hour time frame. The worried expressions on your friends’ faces quickly turn to teasing, waggling their eyebrows at the two of you, when they catch sight of the bites littered over your scent glands. With a smirk, Mattsun speaks.

“Took you fuckin’ long enough.”

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devikyuu · 3 years ago

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Fluffy Love

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader Tags: Angst with Happy Ending Summary: You firmly believe that you aren’t worth loving. Word Count: 4.0k

“I don’t think I’ll experience a fluffy kind of love.” You confess to your friend.

“The fuck are you talking about?” They don’t even pay attention to you. Choosing to continue scrolling through their phone.

You grumble a bit. “You know, like...” You trail off on your words, wondering how to explain to your clueless friend. “Like when that other person just loves you so much and they just give you flowers or they just want to cuddle or when you both stare at each other with so much love.” As you say these things, you imagine all of that in your head. “No way in hell that type of love is real.”

“Man, shut your ass.” They yawn. “You’ll get that kind of love. Just wait.” They stand to stretch and your eyes go back to the TV that’s playing an action movie you’re not really paying attention to. “I’m gonna go back. I still have a lot of shit to do. I’ll see you soon.” They grab their things and before they could leave, you call out to them.

However, you hesitate on what to tell them and decide to send an insult. “You’ve been swearing too much lately. Tone it down.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They roll their eyes and murmur. “As if you don’t swear.”

“I heard that.”

They give you the universal sign of ‘fuck you’ and leave.

When they do, you pause the movie and breathe out a sigh.

“I always give everything no questions asked, though.”

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It’s been weeks since you’ve opened up to your friend about what you think and you’ve been drowning in endless amounts of projects that seem like a mountain whenever you see them.

You stare gloomily at your laptop before deciding that maybe you need to go outside. Your face cringes just thinking about it. But you really needed a break.

Grabbing a jacket and wearing some shoes, you decide to just walk around the park nearby. Maybe even just sit on a bench and look around just admiring everything.

What you don’t expect on this little break, however, is a gorgeous man with messy brown hair coming up to you and saying, “Hi! My friend kept looking at you and was wondering if you’d want to be his--”

The man, who later on you find out is Oikawa Tooru, was cut off by a hit to the head that seemed way too hard to be a normal hit.

“Iwa-chaaaaaan,” He whines, “I’m just trying to get you a date!” He tries to justify himself but looking at this ‘Iwa-chan’ guy, he seems thoroughly annoyed. Though you couldn’t deny that this man also looked gorgeous.

“Shut up, Shittykawa.” As he grumbles, he looks at you with an apologetic look. “Sorry to bother you, we’ll take our leave now.”

Without any other words to say, ‘Iwa-chan’ grabs his friend's collar and drags him away. Truthfully speaking, it’s a funny sight that makes you giggle a little bit.

Before they’re both too far away to hear you, you decide to speak. “I’m not looking for a date but we can definitely be friends.”

With a soft smile like yours, Iwaizumi can only stare with an amazed look on his face which doesn’t escape Oikawa’s vision. With a smirk, Oikawa decides to answer you. “Perfect! My name is Oikawa Tooru. This is Iwa-cha--” Yet again he is hit on the head, but lightly this time.

“I’m Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, Iwaizumi-san, Oikawa-san, I’m (L/n) (Y/n).”

Once again, Iwaizumi is given a chance to see your smile and he wishes to see more of that in the future.

“It was nice to meet you, but I have some things to do back home. Would you like to exchange numbers?”

----

To explain your friendship with your new friends, it was a wild ride.

Oikawa was fun to tease and Iwaizumi seems content that he's not the only one who thinks that Oikawa is a piece of trash ("This is called tough love." You both tell Oikawa to which he only pouts at).

Sometimes, Oikawa has to bail out on your hangouts due to volleyball but you find that you don't really mind.

You and Iwaizumi get closer. Going on a first name basis that makes you feel comfortable enough to ask him to join you on spontaneous ideas you come up with.

"I don't understand how I let you talk me through this."

"I have super powers. Deal with it."

You tell (F/n) about all your adventures with Hajime and you even introduce them to both Oikawa and Hajime.

"I feel like I'd be punching Oikawa a lot. Is that normal?"

"Please, be our guest."

"Iwa-chaaaaan."

As your friendship with Hajime gets closer, you find that you feel more comfortable with him than you do with Oikawa.

You open up about it to your friend and they start teasing you about how you're falling in love with him.

"I am not. I just find them really easy to talk to. I find it easy to talk to you but I'm not in love with you."

"True. But you also don't talk about me twenty-four seve--"

"I do not talk about Hajime twenty-four seven."

"... Right. And who's the topic of this conversation?"

Your pride refuses to answer that question.

You ask Hajime if he wanted to take a walk with you since you decided to take a break from your schoolwork. You also asked Oikawa but he said he had to bail this time. Hajime confirms that he could walk with you, though.

You were having such a great time talking and walking with Hajime that you didn't see him clenching and unclenching his fists nervously.

Before you could rant more about how you hate the projects and the teachers in your classes, Hajime stops walking. You stop walking, too. Confused with his actions.

That's when you finally notice the way that his cheeks are slightly pink (From the cold, maybe?) and his hands that keep opening and closing.

"Hajime? What's up? Are you okay?" Genuinely concerned. "You didn't have to come walk with me if you felt a little under the weather, you know?"

Hajime is quiet for a while.

"No. No, it's not that. I'm fine, really."

You're just even more confused now. "Then, what's up?" Your eyebrow is raised, waiting for him to answer you.

He stays quiet and you patiently wait for him to speak.

"You don't' have to be so nervous, you kno--"

“Do you want to get into a relationship?” He asks and you’re stunned to silence.

"With… who?"

"With, uh, with me." His fists are clenching together even faster now. You're still stunned at what he said.

But at the same time, you feel confused. There’s an ache in your chest that makes you feel queasy. It makes your face scrunch a little.

“You want to be with me...?” You look at him properly to see if there are any indications that this is all a joke or he’s lying, but all you see is a red face.

Iwaizumi’s blush is as clear as day and he looks away from you to hide that, you assume. He sticks his hands in his pockets before answering you. “Yes.”

You want to say yes, but you think about all the times you’ve loved with an end of you giving your everything until there’s nothing left. Until you’re running out of things to say and do. Until they’ve decided that they don’t want to be with you anymore. Until you’ve become broken enough to care about nothing anymore.

“Hajime, I…” you try to accept, you really do, but you’re too afraid. “I’m sorry…”

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed but it also seems like he expected this outcome. “Thank you for being honest with me. I’d still like to be friends, though. If that’s possible.”

You hear him, but you dive back into memories you never wanted to go back to. Your desperate attempts to make them stay, telling them that you’d do better and that you’d fix whatever you thought you broke.

The memories of when they ghost you for months. The memories of waiting for them to reply to your messages that only get shorter. The memories of them just ending everything despite waiting patiently for them to come back.

When you come to, he’s still in front of you. Waiting for an answer. He notices the far away look you had just a few seconds ago but he decides not to comment on it. Instead, he settles with, “Are you okay?”

You blink away the memories and look at him.

Why would such a nice guy come to you? Do you deserve this?

No, you don’t.

“Yeah!” You try to say in a cheery tone that contradicts with your behavior and shaky voice. “I’m okay. I’m sorry, Iwaizumi-san, but I--” you cut yourself off.

Is this really the best thing to do?

You sigh and force yourself to push the words out of your mouth. “I don’t think we can stay friends, either.” You look away with guilt that bursts throughout your entire body. Making your feet curl, your fingers itching to turn into fists, and your chest feels heavier and heavier the longer you stand in front of Iwaizumi.

“Oh.”

He sounds disappointed, again.

‘It’s for the best.’ You convince yourself. ‘Apologize and walk away. You don’t deserve this.’

“I’m really sorry, Iwaizumi-san. Goodbye.” You walk away from him, with a heavy mind and a heavy chest. The further you walk away from him, the more your chest feels like it’s dragging you down and slowing your movements.

As you continue to walk, a tiny part of you hopes he decides to chase you. You hope he decides to hold your hand or call out to you. Just anything that implies he would chase after you.

But Iwaizumi is a nice and respectful man. This is reality and your hopes are based on fantasies and cliches. You reach the comfort of your bed with no one holding your hand. You reach the comfort of your bed with no one calling out to you.

You’re in your room with the lights off, under your blanket, seeking for any kind of warmth to make the cold disappear. Staring at the ceiling, the wall, the laundry that’s piling up, the table that has your laptop, the mirror, and back to your ceiling.

You want to cry, but tell yourself that you have no right to. You made that decision and you were the one who said it was for the best. You try to fall asleep but the lump in your throat makes it hard. Sighing in frustration, a tear falls from your eye.

“Tsk.”

Sighing again, you sit up and stare at a random spot in your room. Letting your thoughts roam free. Letting them dance in your head that only seems to taunt you.

In the barely lit room, you see your phone light up. You stare at it until the light is gone and stare at it for a few more seconds before deciding to check on the notification.

‘You good?’

Is what the message says. Your friend knew that you’d be with Iwaizumi today. Even teased you about it. But how’d they know to check up on you?

Another message was sent.

‘Iwaizumi asked me to check up on you. Want me to come over?’

And of course Iwaizumi asks your friend to check up on you.

You think about it for a while, but ultimately decide that you don’t want to see anyone. But you do tell them everything that happened. Your insecurities and hesitance to get into a relationship. It all stumbles out.

‘I’m going to call you.’

Before you could do anything, their contact name shows up and you decide to just answer the call.

It’s silent on the other side for a while and you’re too drained to say anything or clarify that they’re in the call.

It’s silent for a few more moments until they decide to finally speak.

“I understand that you’re hesitant and afraid, (Y/n), I really do. I’d be afraid, too.” They start. “But it’s not fair to assume that with every person you meet.”

“But they used to be like that. What if Iwa is the same? I don’t think I can handle another, (F/n). I’ll break even more. I can’t…” You trail off, afraid to continue because the tears have decided to finally fall and a sob is ready to force itself out of your throat.

“(Y/n).” Their tone is firm. “Didn’t you want to experience that fluffy love that you talked about? The one about… uh…” Your friend trails off, trying to remember your words. It made you choke out a little laugh. “The one about buying you flowers or cuddling and shit.”

You sniff and wipe your nose with your shirt. “Well, yeah. I do.” You admit. “But I firmly believe that I'm not deserving of it.”

“You can’t decide how deserving you are of something. It doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts other people as well.” You stay quiet as they speak. “Don’t you like this guy, (Y/n)?” They ask. “Everyone is deserving of love. Even you. So if you want this dude, and he wants you, why not give him a chance?”

Your conversation lasted a bit longer. Talking about anything once the main purpose of the call was somewhat over. Before your friend actually hangs up the call, they give you one more piece of advice. “Talk to him, okay?”

You say your goodbyes and you’re left in your own thoughts again. This time, with the wise words of your friend instead of your negative ones.

----

“They rejected me.” Is what Iwaizumi tells his closest friend. “Said that they couldn’t be friends with me either.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa met up after the whole fiasco happened. With Oikawa wanting to know what happened, they stayed in a coffee shop to put caffeine into their system and hopefully ease the heartache that Iwaizumi is most likely feeling.

“Well, I can still be friends with her, right?” Oikawa teasingly tells his friend but quickly stops when he sees the focused look Iwaizumi has.

“They looked like they wanted to say yes. But they stopped themselves.” Iwaizumi’s mind drifts back to your torn look and fear filled eyes. He wonders what you’ve been through. “I asked (F/n) to check on them.”

“Always such a gentleman aren’t you.”

“Shut up.”

The two friends are surrounded by a comfortable silence but with the silence comes the noisy mind of Hajime.

He wanted to ask you what was wrong, but you said it yourself. You didn’t want to be friends. He wanted to respect your decision but he wanted to check on you. He wanted to ease your pain in any way that he could. He couldn’t just leave you to your own suffering but he didn’t want to scare you away.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Oikawa suddenly asks.

“Huh?”

“You’re always such a gentleman.” Oikawa explains. “Try being selfish for once. You want to run to them, don’t you? You want to check on them and ask why they seem so hesitant.” Oikawa looks at Iwaizumi and gives him a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you chase after them? You like them a lot, right?”

Iwaizumi is silent as he stares at his cup of coffee. He did want to chase you. But what if you didn’t want him to?

“What if they don’t want to be chased?”

“You said they wanted to say yes but stopped themselves. Is that not proof enough?”

For the rest of the day, Oikawa’s question repeats in his mind no matter how much he tries to get it out.

He thinks about Oikawa's words so much that he thinks about it for days until he suddenly finds himself going to your apartment. Knocking on your door.

His anxiety grows every second that you don’t open the door.

God, what if you weren’t even home?

His feet start tapping on the floor and he places his hands in his pockets. Clenching and unclenching them.

His movements stop once the door finally opens.

---

“Hajime? What are you doing here?” Seeing him made your chest tug a little (either from happiness or guilt, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was a mix of both?). “Did you need something?”

Hajime only stares at you and he looks as confused as you are. With the cold breeze of the night, you thought it wise to bring Hajime inside before he gets a cold.

“Do you want a drink?”

He declines your offer and you’re both swallowed in awkward silence. The last time you’ve spoken to each other was his confession.

That you rejected.

And then proceeded to say that you didn’t want to be friends.

So to say that the silence was awkward was the understatement of the century.

'Talk to him, okay?'

Your friend's words echo in your head but you decide to ignore it. Trying to tell yourself that the heavy air between you and Iwaizumi is just in your head.

You wanted to sit down and offer Hajime a seat but the words are stuck in your throat. Why? Most likely because of the awkward tension that’s happening. However, you try to push out the words.

“Do you want to--”

“About the--”

Both of you shut up after hearing the other person speak. Hajime gives you the chance to speak, but you decided to hear him first. After all, he did come for you. Didn’t he?

Motioning for him to speak first, he clears his throat. “About the confession that happened, I kind of noticed that you were... hesitant.”

Everything seemed to stop for you. He noticed that? It was back to the silence but it was more suffocating this time. For the both of you. While you were diving back into unwanted memories, Hajime was back to overthinking.

Was that a mistake to point out? Did he make you uncomfortable? Was that something you weren't ready to talk about? Oh god, he probably screwed up real bad.

You and Hajime continue to be surrounded by the tight silence. Anxiety eating away at you both for different reasons.

“Uh, (Y/n)?”

“Oh. Sorry, Hajime.”

You debate on telling him the truth or a half truth. But seeing him in front of you late in the evening, you think that he deserves to hear the reason why you rejected him.

Swallowing your pride and anxiety, you tell him why you rejected him in the first place.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“That when I get with you, it’ll end the same." Your voice starts to get shaky at this point. Memories and experiences playing through your mind that make you hold your arm as tight as you could just to ground yourself.

"That when I get with you, I’ll be the one chasing you. I’ll be the one begging for you to come back. I’ll blame you for making the first move in everything but in the end I’ll forgive you because that’s how stupid I am when it comes to all this love bullshit.

“I’ll have to see you move on faster than I ever could and I’ll be in my room closed off from the world because I’ve given everything I could ever give to you and I’ll start thinking that you used me and that you were bored and I was just someone you could pass the time with. That I'm someone you never really cared for or loved.”

The tears are slowly falling down your face as new tears form in your eyes. The hurt in them is as clear as day and your eyebrows scrunching in frustration of yourself. You’ve told yourself that you’ve moved on and that you’re doing better without them. That you're completely fine wanting something that you know you could never get.

So why does your chest constrict so much that you're gripping on your shirt like a lifeline?

Why do you feel hurt even when you've convinced yourself everyday that no one could ever love you?

Did you not convince yourself enough?

“I’m afraid you’re gonna leave like the rest, I’m afraid I’m gonna run out of things to say, I’m afraid I’m gonna love so hard I’ll have nothing left to give and when I have nothing left to give you'll see it pointless to be with me. I’m so afraid, Hajime.” Your tears are falling faster now. Your voice shakes even more as you repeat how afraid you are to love. You’re facing downward but your eyes are shut tight. Hoping that that’s enough to stop your mind from thinking of anything. “I’m afraid I’m not worthy to be loved.”

As Hajime listens, his heart breaks in big chunks. Breaking into even more pieces as it hits the ground. His brows are furrowed, his eyes stare holes into you, hoping that you’d look at him so you can see how he only wants to love you the way you deserve to be loved, to care for you the way you deserve to be cared for, and to help you the way you deserve to be helped.

He wants to hold you, comfort you, show you that you do deserve to be loved. He’ll remind you every chance he gets. Even if you don’t believe it at first, he’ll be patient with you.

He tries to take a quiet step forward but you hear the quiet shuffle that his movements make and you take a step back. That makes Hajime question his movements. Should he not go to you?

“Don’t.” You whisper so quietly with tears still falling and Hajime wants to wipe those tears away.

He decides to trust Oikawa for once and be selfish. He continues to walk towards you until he’s finally able to hug you. Holding your head against his shoulder and rubbing your back soothingly.

“I’m sorry for hugging you so suddenly,” he starts softly, “but I just couldn’t handle it anymore.” He hugs you tighter and he notices how you’re slowly relaxing into his hug. Whether you’re consciously or unconsciously doing it is beyond him. “You deserve to be loved. I’ll help you realize that. No matter how long it takes.”

You stay in his hug for a while but it doesn’t seem like Hajime minds. You try to take a peek at him but he’s already looking at you with so much worry but there’s also so much love that it makes you feel emotional again.

Your doubts start spilling out and before you can even stop yourself, you’re asking him in a hushed voice, thinking that the moment would disappear if you disrupt the silence that envelops you both. “But what if you leave? What if I run out of love to give? What if you decide I’m not worth your time?”

Hajime continues to look at your eyes, trying to look for answers in them.

How could you think that way when you have so much to give? How could you think that when you’re so selfless to the people you love? How could he ever leave you when you’re so imperfectly perfect in his eyes?

The silence that follows your questions only gives you room to stare at him back. As you stare, you start thinking that maybe, just maybe, you’ll give it one more shot.

“I will stay for as long as you have me.” Is what he replies with and that’s more than enough for you. “We’ll take it slow, I promise.” Hajime’s arm circles around your waist, pulling you close until there’s barely any space left. His head is leaning in, thinking that he would kiss you, you close your eyes. But instead, you only feel his forehead touching yours. “I’ll let you call on the shots, okay?”

You can feel him breathe and it calms you. His words overwhelm you enough to have tears in your eyes again. He’s going to let you decide. He’s putting you first. Your eyes squeeze shut even more, hoping to stop the tears from flowing but it’s all in vain.

Even if the tears flow, he’s there to wipe them away and it feels warm and it feels comforting. Like you could breathe. Like your anxieties are being wiped away with those tears.

With a shaky voice, you reply.

“Okay.”

This fic was longer than I expected. However! I like how it turned out! I hope you guys liked this too and I hope you all know that you’re worthy of love even if you don’t think so :))

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haikyuu-bf-scenarios · 3 years ago

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Iwaizumi Hajime: Second Encounter

First Meeting

*not edited*

Ever since Kiyoko joined the team back in first yr, you’ve been karasuno’s hype man

(she was nervous about committing to something again and asked you to do it with her)

You weren’t a manager in the beginning, you just went to every practice and game for moral support

But then you started learning about the game and became a sort of coach for the team

Studying other teams and helping them train as best you could

Once you became invested (which honestly didn’t take very long) you signed on as manager

Of course you weren’t an actual coach, so there was only so much you could do

And you were relieved when Coach Ukai came back to the team.

You got to see how an actual coach worked and were less involved in training and more involved in side work

Now that he’s gone again, you’ve taken over again

It’s also why you’re standing w/ your teacher, Takeda, to shake Seijoh’s hands

The coaches were confused, to say the least

But you don’t think the team saw you

Which was a shame

You really needed to return this jacket

You had noticed him while surveying the team

Jersey #1, the guy who hit you w/ a water balloon

You recall his friend calling him Iwa-chan, but you know from the team roster that is real name is Iwaizumi

You weren’t going to interrupt a game to return a jacket, tho

So you’d have to wait ‘til the end

Through out the match you judged your team’s skills

You almost busted a lung when Hinata hit Kageyama at the end of the first set

You had lost that set, but you took it back in the second set

In addition to judging your team, you also payed attention to the other team

Who to look out for, who was a threat

Who was a minor inconvenience, at best

Not to mention flinching every time Iwaizumi spiked the ball

bara arms 🤤

You rubbed the spot the balloon hit, wondering why there wasn’t a hole

And then things got interesting

As Karasuno was about to take the second set, Seijoh’s captain finally showed

Apparently he had a knee injury and had to get it checked

You had an intense moral battle over whether or not you should exploit that

But you sympathized, you had a knee injury too

Yours took you out off the track, however

They brought him in as a pinch server at the end of the third set to score the last few points

You actually had faith in your boys up until Oikawa served

Then like the air that left you, you lost all hope

On the inside

On the outside you were still cheering

He may have had a killer serve

But you had a freak quick

And the feeling of satisfaction you got from the looks on their faces-

Godtier

Finally, the match was over

And your team lined up in front of you

After Sensei’s ‘speech’, you merely mentioned the amount of training you were going to put them through

They were not looking forward to it

Once Seijoh was done thanking you both, Sensei fumbled his way through another speech

Meanwhile, you assessed everyone on the team

Matching faces to the roster

Once you got to Oikawa you were startled to see him already looking at you

Smirking - he didn’t take his eyes off you the whole time

When Sensei finished he turned to you and asked if you wanted to say anything

“Why are you smirking at me?” You glared at the captain

If possible his smirk get wider

“Sorry, you just look so different when your not drenched”

He turned to his friend

Who just now seemed to realize who you are

“Right, Iwa-chan~”

Taking sympathy on the poor guy-

Who honestly looked like he was struggling between killing Oikawa and being embarrassed -

You cut in

“I bet I do, Shitty-kawa. But that reminds me.”

You mak ethe executive decision to ignore is whining

and the confused people around you

Grabbing the jacket from your bag, you toss it to it’s real owner

“Thanks for letting me borrow it, Iwaizumi.”

“Right, yeah, of course”

An attractive person being mean to Oikawa

And nice to him

The world has flipped on it’s axis

“Yah, don’t ignore me!”

“I’ll ignore you all I want!”

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Your glaring contest is setting your teacher on edge, stop it

“Maybe we should get going”

Reminded of where you are & who you’re w/ you regain your composure

Clearing your throat, you say “Yes. I need to start making a plan for Hinata. Bc as funny as hitting Kageyama was, it can’t happen again!”

You say the last part loud enough for him to hear you from where he is.

When the rest of the team starts sniggering you added

“The rest of you need work too, don’t go thinking your off the hook.”

You glowered at them and jerked your thumb over your shoulder

“Now get on the bus, we’ve taken up enough of their time”

“Yes, Coach”

At their sarcastic response you deepened your expression and they hurried away

You bowed w/ Kiyoko at Seijoh’s coaches then started off after the team

As you turned away gave Iwaizumi a smile and peace sign

and sneered at oikawa

Poor guy, so slick w/ friends and on the court

Immediately flustered by you

You gorgeous thing you 😘

Fortunately for him their coaches prolonged the inevitable teasing

“They seem really young for a coach”

“Oh they’re not actually” Takeda supplies

One look at their lost face had him explaining more

“They signed on as a manager w/ Shimizu their first year. But I’ve heard from the third years that they took on the role bc they didn’t have a coach.

“They learned everything they could about volleyball to make sure the team had a fighting chance”

He looked over to where you were messing around w/ Yamaguichi

“They’re the teams main support stream, They’re really reliable and admirable” He finished w/ a fond smile

Before turning to Seijoh and apologizing for rambling

But good on you for being such a good person

👏👏👏

As soon as Karasuno was fully out the door the team rounded on Iwaizumi

“You saw them drenched in water?”

“How do you know them?”

“Can you introduce me, they’re hot!”

“Now, now everybody one at a time. You’re going to overwhelm him. It’s not everyday someone attractive notices our Iwa-chan~”

“Shut up, Crappy-kawa! You were there too!”

Rubbing his now bruised shoulder, Oikawa made it known that “I’m not the one who hit them with a water balloon”

“You hit them with a water balloon?!” The team exclaimed

“It was an accident!”

He’s too flustered to even try and look intimidating

And of course was adding fuel to the fire

“But you did stare at their chest”

“I did not!”

He was about to hit Oikawa again

Except the coaches managed to get everyone’s attention

Effectively silencing all the howling from the rest of the team

“As entertaining as this is; Karasuno still managed to beat us, despite their inexperience”

“So let’s get to work”

Iwaizumi let out a breath of relief to get the attention off of him.

Of course the other third years will never let him live this down

“So did they look good wet?”

“I didn’t look! Shut up!”

And for all you being like ‘he so looked’ if you go back you’ll see that he actually didn’t

Bc Iwa-chan is best boy

The Kirishima of Haikyuu

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shinaus · 4 years ago

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DAY 8

pets ➵ hajime iwaizumi

words: 1.1k

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"Can I know where we're going yet?" you ask towards your boyfriend, shifting the eye mask you usually wear to bed he's opted for a blindfold to fit more comfortably. For a split second you're able to catch a look at him, only causing you to huff when it means you see him shake his head at you.

"Soon, baby. Just be patient for me, we'll be there in no time" he says reassuringly, feeling yourself relax more into the seat when he gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze.

You'd been dating Hajime for a few years, but only recently did you both make the choice to rent an apartment and move in together. It was going really well as much as the both of you were concerned, considering you'd still spent every spare second together when you lived separately. Not long after you were officially unpacked was your anniversary of when he had first asked you out, which is why you now find yourself being driven to wherever he planned on going.

Not long after you had come out of your thoughts, mostly trying to figure out where on Earth he was driving to, you realise he's parked the car. Even though you can't see anything, you can sense him turning himself to face you now. "Okay, you can take it off now" he tells you, hearing him laugh to himself when you practically rip the eye mask away from your face.

Looking around, you're surprised to only see an empty lot around you. That is, until you're both starting to get out of the car - not being able to stop the gasp that comes from you. Since now in front of you, is the city's local animal shelter.

"Hajime..." you start, looking back over at him and catching the smirk on his face. "Why are we here?". To him, your curiousity was more than expected, since this was a surprise for you. For a while he'd been thinking about what he could do for you as well as find a new way to solidify your relationship.

To him, you were both still a bit young to get married - though he would propose to you any day if he could. This is a lot of a tamer option though he realised, the chance to own a pet together since you now share the same living space. Watching the way your eyes light up was enough for him as is, so there's only so much his heart can take when you actually get inside.

"I was thinking, why don't we go hang out with some rescues today?" he asks sweetly, planting a kiss on your forehead when you excitedly rush towards him. "Who knows, if we bond with one we might even take one home..". That really sets you off, gripping his hand to practically drag him inside. It causes him to laugh again, jogging for a second just to catch up with you before you get into a conversation with the girl at the front desk.

Once you're both given a rundown of how the shelter works, including to let her know if there's any animals you want to meet in separate rooms - it's Hajime's turn to lead you now. With your hand securely held in his, the both of you slow down at just about every pen to say your hellos to the animal in it. Though it's unspoken, the two of you could easily spend forever there, especially when you see the expression on the others face when you get a tail wag or a bark in response from some of the dogs.

It isn't until you watch as he stops almost dead in his tracks in front of a certain pen that you realise, this might be the one he's set his heart on. When you have a look to see what animal it is, you feel your heart almost burst. In it was probably the lankiest dog you've ever seen, a doberman not even a year old.

Looking up at Hajime, you laugh when you can practically see the hearts in his eyes. Pulling his hand to get his attention, you plant a cheek on his cheek before his eyes meet yours. "Wanna meet him, baby?" you ask him softly, smiling widely when he nods almost right away. Looking up at the papers on the glass, you make sure both you and the dog would be right for each other.

'Preferred forever family would be a young couple with plenty free time. He loves going for runs, cuddles on the couch and learning new tricks'. Perfect. Right away you go over to the girl at the desk to ask if you could use one of the free rooms, your boyfriend now crouching against the glass as the puppy comes up excitedly to meet his eyes.

As soon as you're sat on the floor of the secluded space, you can practically feel the excitement radiating off of Hajime. When the puppy bounds in, you fully let the two of them get their energy out in meeting each other. The tail never stops wagging, running all around the room when he stands to match his energy. The sight makes you somehow fall even more in love with him and start with the puppy - knowing immediately that this is the one for you both.

As if to further solidify it, once the initial running around is finished the puppy turns a little more timid when it realises your presence. Wandering over slowly, he gives your leg a small paw before immediately leaning his head into your hand when you reach up to pet him. The action makes you giggle, bringing your other hand to meet the first and give the baby as many pets as he wants.

Looking up at Hajime after a minutes, its clear you're both thinking the same thing. Looking towards the girl at the other end of the room, it makes you both laugh straight afterwards as you say in unison. "We'll take him."

Filling the car with supplies for your new addition, he lies comfortably in the backseat as you both start driving again. Leaning over, you give him a quick pat before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. Reaching out to stroke the side of his face with your knuckles, you smile sweetly as he smiles over at you. "Successful day, you think?"

He chuckles at that, giving your hand a quick peck before focusing on driving you all home. "Definitely" he tells you, matching your expression unknowingly. "Happy anniversary, baby".

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tsumtsumland · 4 years ago

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In Tears and Bad Endings

Summary: You and Iwaizumi have a peculiar relationship but it’s no longer working for you.

Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f!reader

Genre: Angst (set in collegeverse)

Warnings: mentions of smut, adult situations, angst.

Word Count: 2.2k

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, deciding that the cute dress you were wearing was good enough for tonight. You and Hajime had been seeing each other for almost a year now, and no matter what you wore he always said you looked beautiful, but you still liked to make the effort. You met him through a mutual friend last year at a volleyball game between your college and his, and you both hit it off instantly. No one knew you were seeing each other until several months into it, and the only reason anyone found out was because one of his friends, Hanamaki, had run into the both of you together. You usually met at hotels because of the distance between your respective universities, but now that you thought of it, this was always Hajime’s idea and you just went along with it. The drive this time was a bit longer than the last, and it gave you some time to think about things between you both, or overthink in your case.

The last time you both met was about a month ago and you did bring up the issue, but you quickly diverted from the topic, not wanting to ruin the mood. You regret that now. When you hear your friends talk about their relationships, you realize that it’s nothing like yours. They go on dates, and talk to each other all the time, not saying that you and Hajime don’t talk, you do, a lot, but mainly in person since neither of you were big phone people. Most of the talking you did was when you met him ever so often. Apart from that, you both seem to live separate lives, apart from random texts and the occasional phone call. At the beginning it was great, you were both on the same page, deciding that this is how it would be because school came first, and meeting each other often was not ideal with the distance. Lately you’d been wondering if you were even together, or if it was just physical.

The sound of your car engine slowly dying down kickstarts your anxiety, and you end up sitting in the parking lot trying to calm yourself down before entering the building. The hotel is nice, not too shabby, but not too fancy either. You would know, you had been to both types before. This is a usual occurrence, he sends you his location, and you show up at the designated place. You always ask why it has to be like this and he always gives you the same answer, “It’s easier this way y/n.” At this point you no longer question it because you know his answer wouldn’t change. Since your last meeting with him, these thoughts had been eating you up and you had made the decision that as much as you loved him, this was just not working out for you anymore. You pick up your phone and glance at the time, you had been sitting there for almost half hour, he was probably mad. This time you didn’t care so much.

When you finally made it up to the room, you barely had time to knock properly and the door was swinging open. The annoyed look on his face was hard to miss. “Haji—” you gasped when he smashed his lips on yours, pushing you back against the now closed door. You cursed at yourself internally at how easily your body responded, melting into the kiss and his embrace. All coherent thoughts were soon drowned out by Hajime’s roaming hands, leaving a trail of fire on every inch of skin he touched.

You lie back on the comfortable hotel bed when you were finished, trying to even out your breathing. Your eyes land on the other occupant of the bed who was in a similar situation, breathing heavily, covered in a thin layer of sweat. He was gorgeous, looking like a work of art, all sculpted and bronze, illuminated by the dim lamp on the bedside table. It made your heart hurt. You turned your head away closing your eyes tightly, in an attempt to fight away the uncomfortable heaviness in your chest. Hajime noticed your change in demeanour almost immediately. Of course he did, he was observant, and he knew you better than almost anyone, those were some of the things that made you fall for him in the first place. You’re not sure how it turned out like this, these secret meetings in random hotels but you knew for sure that they were no longer working for you.

“What is it?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hand comes up to caress your cheek and you find yourself involuntarily moving away from his touch. Ironic, considering that you two were just about as close as two people could be. A look of surprise and hurt flashes across his face but he masks it as soon as it comes.

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, sitting upright and pulling the sheets up to cover you. Suddenly you felt naked in the worst way possible. You glance around the room trying to locate your clothes and he sits up next to you, reaching over the side of the bed to grab his boxers and pull them on.

“It’s not nothing,” he says firmly, trying to catch your eyes. He knew you too damn well, it was almost impossible for you to not spill the beans if you looked at him.

You get up gingerly, trying not to wobble. The weakness that still lingered in your legs made this harder than it normally would be. Usually he would massage them for you but right now you just wanted to find your clothes.

“Y/n...”

You spotted your dress lying haphazardly on the floor and headed towards it, ignoring him. As you were about to bend down to pick it up you felt a hand on your wrist. “Let go,” you muttered quietly, your voice hoarse from overuse. He didn’t budge, he leaned down and picked your dress up and handed it to you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Hajime asked, turning you around gently by your shoulders to face him.

You refused to make eye contact with him, choosing instead to look at the tacky patterns on the carpet. “I’m going to go change,” you told him, avoiding the question yet again. You walked quickly to the bathroom closing the door behind you. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning back against the wall. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you conveying just how conflicted you were on the inside; it was no wonder the man noticed so easily.

The sheet dropped to the floor and you inspected your body in under the light in the mirror for any marks that might be evident. There were a few on your collarbones and thighs but they were easily hidden by your clothes. You washed your face and pulled your dress back on, hoping to look a little more alive before you went back out to him.

When you were satisfied with your slightly better appearance you walked back into the room. Hajime was sitting on the bed, fully clothed now, looking quite perplexed. You frowned knowing the reason for it was you. You never wanted to cause him any problems, but this was just too much for you now.

“Hajime…”

He looked up at you waiting for you to continue. You felt your heart sink at the words you were about to say.

“I’m done.”

He looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened with realization. “What are you saying y/n? This is a joke right?” he asked laughing a little.

“I’m…not joking,” you answered stiffly, effectively wiping the humour right off his face.

“What’s wrong? I thought we were good?”

“Maybe for you we are, but not for me,” you sighed, “This whole meet up and fuck thing just isn’t making the cut for me anymore.”

“What? I thought we agreed that it was easier this way y/n?” he asked, and you could hear the irritation start to seep into his voice.

You looked at him for a moment before being unable to withhold it anymore. “For who?! I only agreed to this because I thought things would progress from here Hajime! Let me ask you something…do you even like me at all?”

Hajime looked at you wide-eyed at your outburst. You held your breath waiting for his response, but after about a minute you realized there was none to come. You bit your lip and nodded, “I understand,” you whispered, but it was loud enough in the silence of the room. You quickly gathered the rest of your clothes that were strewn about the room and tossed them into your bag. Hajime’s eyes followed you around the room silently and you tried to ignore the feeling of being watched. All you wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible.

You made a beeline for the door, not even bothering to say goodbye, not like there was any point now anyway. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him open his mouth as if to say something, but you didn’t wait.

The moment you got into the car the flood of tears you’d been holding back came cascading down your cheeks. Your entire body shook with choked sobs and you struggled to get yourself together. After several minutes you finally stopped sobbing and managed to drive out of the hotel parking lot, but not long after you found yourself in tears again. The blurry lights of a 24-hour convenience store caught your eye and you pulled into the parking lot, you were heartbroken, but you knew better than to drive in this condition. The loud ringing of your phone startled you, Hajime’s name showed up in the caller ID with that stupid little heart you put next to it, which made you sob even harder. He kept calling, a total of eight times before you finally shut your phone off.

It took about two hours before you were calm enough to resume your drive back to your place. You felt completely drained, you had no tears left, your body felt numb as you dragged yourself up the stairs of your building. A hot shower and your bed were all you needed right now, perhaps you’d feel better in the morning.

The days came and went with no word from Hajime after that night. Soon those days turned into months, and you somehow managed to hold your life together long enough to get through the semester, with good grades too. You were proud of yourself. It was no easy feat, being completely shattered on the inside and having to act like nothing was wrong.

After some time, the pain numbed, but never fully went away. You spent your days absorbed in your work, and the rest of the time just going through the motions like a zombie. You wanted closure but you knew Hajime, and after he reached out that night and you declined his calls, the chances of getting any were very slim. With time, you came to accept that it was what it was, you couldn’t continue on like that, and from Hajime’s response or lack thereof to the entire thing, none of it was ever going to change.

Your and Hajime’s mutual friend, Ushijima, invited you to his final game of the semester. The game was again, against your university, just like the first time you met Hajime. You considered not going but your friends convinced you that maybe he wouldn’t be there. It was also the last time you would be seeing Ushijima for some time since he was moving to America for a bit to train and spend time with his dad, so you decided to go.

The game was intense, and the stadium was packed to maximum capacity with people from both universities. It was so crowded that even though your eyes scanned the faces, there was no sight of Hajime. A part of you was extremely relieved at this, whilst the other part was still nervous. You stood at the side of one of the bleachers wringing your hands, a nervous habit you’d always had.

“Are you okay?” came a voice scarily close to your ear, making you nearly jump out of your skin in fright.

You swung around holding your chest, “Oh my God! You scared me!” you gasped at the stranger, who rendered you speechless when you looked at his face. He was downright gorgeous, like something out of a manga. This thought shocked you, you had never even looked at another guy since you’d been seeing Hajime.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! It’s just you were standing here looking really nervous, I thought something was wrong,” the chocolate haired boy said, looking guilty. “The only way for you to hear me with the noise was to be this close.”

“Ah, it’s o-okay,” you answered, still disarmed by the boy’s looks and his closeness. “I’m alright.”

“Uh, okay, do you want to sit with me?” he asked nodding to a few empty seats in the row next to you.

You looked around once more, noting that there were barely any seats left and nodded. “I would, thank you…?”

“Tooru,” he smiled, and a flutter of butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Y/n,” you supplied in return, taking his extended hand to lead you into the row.

Maybe things would be okay after all.

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