#iwaizume imagine

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[kairiscorner]

kakainin ko nalang si idol iwaizumi jowa ko na tong fic na to amen

half filo! iwa x filo! reader [v gender neutral] written in taglish [tagalog-english] ; crack inspired by that one video HAHAHAHAH tag yourself, i'm the kid in yellow HAHHAH

you were in the cafeteria with the other third years, sitting beside your bestfriend slash boyfriend, iwaizumi hajime. you were scrolling down tiktok when you saw the video and that's when your eyes sparkled.

"akala mo ba hindi masakit yung pinagsasabi mo sakin?" your tone was enough to stop oikawa, mattsun, and makki eating, not really understanding what you were saying but boy, you looked annoyed all of a sudden.

iwa, as cultured as he is, hasn't seen the video and was confused as well, asking you, "ha? tangina? anong pinagsasabi mo, babe?"

"na patay gutom ako?"

oikawa was mumbling how he couldn't understand while the other two were snickering when they saw your facade kind of crumble. they could see a prank when it happens.

"wala akong sinabing ganon, hoy!"

"ikaw nga, inuulam mo yung kalapati eh!" you said, your eyebrows shooting up as you tried to look annoyed as possible.

iwa, now realizing, furrowed his brows and reached his hand to fling at your forehead. "anong, di ako kumakain ng kalapati, siraulo."

"what the fuck is happening?" same, oikawa, same.

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[haikyuu-bf-scenarios]

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

masterlist

[angsty-omi]

you get jealous of their manager II

iwaizumi hajime; ushijima wakatoshi

iwaizumi hajime

after high school, hajime made it clear that he wanted a mature and adult relationship. it wasn’t like when you were dating in high school it was childish necessarily, but there were definitely some petty insecure based arguments. although, now that he was starting his career in professional volleyball, he needed a stable firm relationship. you were completely on board with his intentions and the thought of settling down popped into your head a few times.

you were a med student and he always had practice, which meant you would rarely see each other in the daytime. you didn’t mind it though, because he would make up for it at night. that day, the professor had to be excused, so class ended early. these times were very rare, so you took advantage by surprising hajime. when you got to the entrance of the building, you glanced upwards. you’ve never had the opportunity to actually see him during practice, so this was the first time seeing the layed out architecture. the floor was tiled with a glossy black marble and white furniture to accentuate, and the water fountain had four different knobs.

you gazed through the windows of each sport seeing professional athletes at their hardest until, you found your athlete. as you got to the entrance, you were stopped by a short brunette who put her hand up and stopped you.

“please state your business,” she stated.

you chuckled because you interpreted it as a joke, while her face looked serious. “o-oh, you were serious? i’m so sorry,” you genuinely apologized. in the back of your head, you were mortified.

“i’m actually here to see my boyfriend, right there,” you pointed just in time when he spiked the ball roughly on the ground. 

“hajime!” you waved over. he turns around and smiles cheekily.

“he’s your boyfriend?” she looked down on the ground with her cheeks as red as a tomato. if you had to guess, someone might’ve gotten a little crush on your boyfriend. It was harmless though, and there was no ounce of jealousy because you trust hajime. that was how adult relationships worked-- or at least that’s what you told yourself. 

“yup, for how many years?” you dramatically try to think back and look over at your boyfriend. “like a million” he responded, “that might be a bit short,” you joked.

as he pecked your cheek, he asked, “not that i’m complaining, but why are you here?”

“class ended short so i wanted to see if you’d grab lunch?” you asked, almost pleading.

“sure, just let me tell coach” he said while turning towards the team.

“you can’t just do that y’know.” the manager spoke quietly. “what was that?” you responded, literally not hearing her. “you can’t just do that,” she spoke in a louder tone.

“you can’t just pull iwa-chan out of practice because you want lunch.” she sassed.

“iwa-chan? out of practice? i’m still confused on what you’re trying to imply here... that i’m distracting him?” you say, still shocked that someone so bold would say that. when she was about to speak up again, hajime ran up to you, “all set! let’s head out,” he excitedly exclaimed.

during lunch, you guys both caught up. you told him about how one of your colleagues almost killed a patient and he told you how he almost killed a player with one spike. in the midst of your topics you brought up what happened an hour ago.

“hey, so your manager said something pretty alarming” you casually said, scooping up some rice into your mouth. he got weirdly defensive. “maybe you just interpreted it wrong” he responded.

“how can one interpret ‘you can’t just pull iwa-chan out of practice because you want lunch’ wrong?” you mimicked her high pitched voice, clearly starting to get annoyed.

“i’m sure she didn’t mean it like that, i bet she just wanted what was best for the team” he excused, putting a hand on top of yours to calm you down.

“best for the team or best for you?” silence.

“you’re not... you’re not on her side right?” you muttered, hoping yes wasn’t the answer.

“to be fair-” he tried to reason.

“do not finish that sentence iwaizumi hajime.” you hissed. this was when he started to get impatient with you, “i am freely to speak whatever is on my mind,” he grunted back. “not when you’re defending another girl who clearly has jealous tendencies over you,” you claimed, starting to think about that moment and paid more attention to detail. her body language said it all.

“did you forget how i told you after graduation i didn’t want anymore petty arguments? you’re acting completely childish.” he scolded.

“it’s not like i’m trying to initiate something, i’m just telling you how i feel!”

“and i’m telling you to not worry about it!” he barked back. “do you even trust me y/n? is that it, is that the problem?”

“it’s not you that i don’t trust, it’s her” you reasoned, tears slowly falling down your face.

“why? because she’s right?” his voice was sharp. he knew the right words to push you over the line. 

“if you think i’m just a distraction, then maybe we should just end this.” you whispered, tears flowing even more. you got up, knowing that the whole brunch place was staring and left. in your head, you knew that this place was going on the black list of locations you’ll never goto again.

when you walked in to your shared apartment, the scent of his cologne wafted in your nose which you found comfort in, but it reminded you of the argument. you just needed to sleep, sleep was the solution for everything. it was an escape, and you sure as hell needed one.

when you woke up, the moonlight was gleaming in your face, signifying that you didn’t sleep through the night. licking your chapped lips, you cringed at the taste of dried tears. you felt a warm tight limb around your waist, and you recognized that arm anywhere. about to scold him, you turned around. he was asleep, but there was a slight glossiness to his cheeks. was he crying? never in your life have you seen this man cry, even when oikawa left for argentina. you decided to not say anything, and gently push his arm off. suprisingly, this only led him to wrap around you tighter, with his face nestled in the crook of your neck, which told you that he was awake. 

“hajime, i’m still upset.” you scolded.

“I don’t think you’re a distraction,” he admitted. “It scares me sometimes y’know?”

your eyebrows furrowed, “what scares you?”

“how much i love you. when you feel jealous or anything it hurts sometimes because that means i’ve done something that’s made you insecure in our relationship. i’m hear to say it now, my usage of words like implying you are distraction was bad way to phrase that you are constantly in my mind 24/7.”

how could you still stay mad at that? hajime was too freaking adorable. you pulled his chin up, and kissed his pout. you could feel him smiling into the kiss, knowing that everything is going to be okay.

ushijima wakatoshi

ushijima wakatoshi is a very blunt person. you can’t blame him though, without his bluntness you wouldn’t have been dating in the first place. you guys were one of those couples who everyone knew were together, but kept it private. if there was one thing both of you had in common was the hatred of PDA. it was funny when you collectively cringed with him when you’d see couples making out in the hallways.

you couldn’t bash on PDA completely though. surprisingly, not everyone knew you guys were dating. definitely not yumi, the new manager of shiratorizawa, or so you thought. her, herself, was a new kid and automatically became popular due to her looks. you were already envious of this because you’ve lived in the district your whole life, only to be known as the girl dating ushijima wakatoshi. the one who could break that cold hard exterior. so when yumi learned about this role of yours, she made it her mission to become a pseudo submissive clueless girl who just didn’t know any better. she had the whole team tricked, even ushi’s. 

the next time you saw yumi, she was wearing his spare practice jersey. before you could ask, tendou answered.

“during practice she spilled water all over her shirt just to get us water. isn’t she so hardworking?” his eyes had hearts in them.

“it was hot too, she was wearing a white shirt so you could see everything. sucks that she was only face the captain though.”

the captain. your captain. your boyfriend? the thought of him seeing someone else naked other than you made you uncomfortable. you didn’t like it at all. especially since now she was wearing his jersey. 

“ushi can I speak to you?” you meekly asked.

“uh is it quick? regionals are around the corner.” 

“yeah, it was just- i’m kinda uncomfortable that you saw her you know” and motion towards your boobs. 

“it was an accident y/n.” he rolled his eyes.

“right, but i was just jealous? kinda?” you cringed at how dumb you sounded. you took pride in how stable your relationship with ushi was. 

“look, I don’t have time for this yeah? complain about it to your friends or something i have to go” he pecked your forehead and walked away. 

you let it go this once, it was just this one time thing right?

right?

since ushi had a very athletic build, he needed food to fuel him up, and that’s when you came up with the genius idea of daily bentos after practice. since your club session ended a bit late, you felt guilty imagining ushi waiting for you. when you finally got out, you saw him on the bench by the cherry trees. you smiled to yourself, “he waited for me.” as you were about to wave over, you saw yumi approach him. she was grabbing the jacket right next to him, which now you can assume was hers, and repositioned herself facing ushi. this must’ve meant that they had been talking prior to you leaving your club. although you couldn’t listen in, you saw the slight advances yumi was doing, comparing hand sizes, laughing at every joke, and even grabbing his biceps. ushi was just quiet. seeing all of this was enough for you once you realized your vision had blurred. you’re crying. 

“oh! president Y/N, don’t forget the- OMG ARE YOU OKAY?” the new secretary gasped. This caught the attention of everyone, including ushi and yumi. you looked over to see ushi concerned, but yumi having a slight smirk on her face. you did what you did best. you ran away. 

you could hear footsteps catching up to you, and you knew you were outran. as he grabs your wrists he asks “what’s wrong?”

you slow down and turn around, “nothing is wrong, but as far as I know, we’re done,” thinking that ushi would be relieved to be free to date yumi, but he wasn’t. in fact, you’ve mastered in reading him and it look like his heart just shattered.

it was quiet for a minute, and tears were endlessly falling. he wasn’t going to try and fix this?

“you’re not going to say anything? you’re not going to fight for me? i knew i lost you the moment i saw yumi-”

“what are you talking about?” his voice louder than usual.

“I saw it. I saw that moment by the cherry tree. you didn’t even set boundaries or tell her to back off, you just let it happen because you wanted it.” you cried even more now retelling him.

“I did not want it. I was waiting for you, she just walked up to me. I have no sense of who is flirting with me because I’ve only gotten one girl that I care about. I zone out with others. also, why are you crying? Don’t you know that I only love you?” your heart pounded for him. his way of words were not subtle, but it made no errors for miscommunication. 

“you love me?” you whispered.

“of course, how is that even a question?”

you kissed him then and there. he was surprised at first, since you guys were in public. but soon after he melted into the kiss. he finally understood why PDA existed and why people did it. he made a mental note to kiss you more often. 

you pulled away and he groaned. “I’m still mad though, you have a lot of forgiving you need to d-” you were interrupted by a passionate kiss. he never initiated something like that in public. 

[devikyuu]

Okay.

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader Tags: Fluff, Drabble Summary: Everything is okay between you and Hajime. Word Count: 367 

"Ugh. My back hurts." You only complain to the air but your boyfriend decides that it's a good time to lecture you.

"That's cause you've been slouching the whole time. Straighten your back." Iwa says. "Idiot." This one was mumbled. Probably so you wouldn't hear.

"I heard that you meanie." You pout a little but continue to do your work.

A few seconds pass and you feel the calloused and rough hands of Iwa on your neck. Lightly massaging that spot. Followed by a kiss on your head.

"Why don't you take a break for a bit? I'll massage your back for you if you want."

The offer was tempting. Way too tempting for just a back massage. But you really needed to finish your work.

You pout a little, wanting to give in. "I really would take you up on that offer, Haji, but I need to finish this first."

He only hums and decides to rub soothing circles on your neck. Placing his chin at the top of your head, watching you do your work.

"Don't you want to head to bed first, Haji?"

"Nah. Not really. I'll wait for you."

You smile a little at this. Feeling content and happy in the arms of your boyfriend.

"Okay, then. I'll finish this as soon as I can so we can both head to bed early."

"Okay."

It's quiet for a few moments, save for the scribbling of notes with your pen or the tapping of keys from your laptop.

"Are you almost done?"

Trying to look up at your lover, he stops resting his chin on your head so that you're both staring at each other.

Finding the situation a little funny, a giggle escapes your mouth and this makes Iwa smile like a lovesick fool (which, by the way, he is a lovesick fool).

Taking advantage of the position that is presented to him, he gives you a peck on your lips.

"I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

You go back to your work and Iwa resumes the position he was last in. With his chin on your head.

To him, and to you, everything about this situation was definitely okay.

[silver-argent]

Random Iwaizumi headcanon

i saw this on tiktok and i thought it was perfect for iwaizumi😩

Iwaizumi Hajime was the best boyfriend you could ask for, he was caring and constantly looked out for you.

However, he was bottles up his emotions and always hides his real feelings so you won't worry and sometimes it got too much for him and he just explodes.

So you decided to call it quits, you still love him when you broke it off of course but the relationship was beginning to take its toll on both of your mental health so you both decided that it was for the best.

Years have passed and you haven't thought about him though he still lingers on your mind sometimes.

One night, you were scrolling through your news feed and you saw Iwaizumi's post promoting his tattoo shop and his works. It was pretty great actually, he always had an eye for those things.

"I've always wanted a tattoo, should i book an appointment?" you thought to yourself.

Booking the appointment was quite difficult because the shop was popular and it was hard to get a schedule in but you got one and it was dated 1 week from now.

When the day of the appointment came, you mentally prepared yourself. Not that you ended in bad terms, it was just, he's an ex you know? history.

When you got in, Iwaizumi hugged you casually and said "It's been so long, I haven't seen you in ages! So, what do you want done?". You showed him what tattoo you wanted, and sat yourself in the chair he set him up for you. There was an undeniable tension in the air but the both of you decided to just ignore it and catched up to how each other was doing.

While laying out the design on your thigh and patting it, he looks up with a teasing smile and winks.

He finished half of the tattoo and moved to change places so that he can continue on the other side. While shifting places Iwaizumi leaned in and whispered to you "This wouldn't be the first time you've been under me like this."

You were just left there stunned, blushing, and not knowing what to do. Iwaizumi just continued what he was doing like he did not just say that😐

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK???

[currently-exsisting]

Iwaizumi: you're annoying

Oikawa: *pouting* but you love me

Iwaizumi: doesn't make you any less annoying

[tsumtsumland]

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.

[crayonwriting]

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

[tamagochiie]

pairing: iwaizumi x fem!reader synopsis: he was the king's one and only son; he could have anything he wants as long as he asks. anything except you. genre: some fluff, angst  warnings: ehm, slight mention of pedophila. slight spiciness (but not really spicy?) a/n: i got this idea out of a manhwa, King's Maker, i was reading and lemme tell you i just HAD to write it. Also, please don't hate me with the spicy! I don't usually write spicy, so it's very WEAK.   also, this was kinda inspired by arcade by duncan laurence 😙

"I-I am yours." You were teary-eyed, glimmering beneath the moonlight as it pierced through the stained glass wall towering the both you. Your stuttering confession had left Iwaizumi's heart floating out of this chest, yet his breaths were hitched in his throat at the sight of you; the cut that left a deep wound on your bottom lip, and the bruises that kissed your skin, reflecting against the light.

"Make me yours." You breathed as you tightly held onto the hand cupping your cheek. Devotion was dripping from your words, desperation quivering in your bottom lip as hot tears spilled down your face.

Iwaizumi was a raging fire that was willing to burn down the whole kingdom for you in a heart beat, and your love for him fanned his flames.

He loved you more than anything; more than his title, more than himself, and more than anything he's owned or could ever own. Yet that was the problem; he could have anything as long as he asked, but he couldn't have you.

You were the King's Ward, you belonged to his father and no one was allowed to touch you. But how could he deny you, the woman he's loved since he laid his eyes on you, of something you were begging from him?

His gaze settled deep in your eyes as you shook in his gentle grasp. The sight of you coming undone pained him, and he couldn't stand to continue doing nothing. So, in a quick, tender motion, he pulls you into a kiss.

His lips were soft against yours as his hand slips to the back of your head, fingers woven through your hair as he deepened the kiss, and you melted in his hands.

This is what happiness feels like, you thought as you felt yourself float away. You knew this feeling would be fleeting, sure to be gone as the morning sun rose. But you smiled into his lips anyway, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up from the floor and carried you down the hall and to his chambers.

It wasn't until you felt a soft, cloud-like material pressed against your back had you realize where you were. You pulled back  for a moment to find Iwaizumi shadowing over you, eyes brimming with love as he peered over you in confusion, wondering why you had stopped.  

You softly smiled at him, brushing away the stray hair sticking to his forehead before moving you hand over to his cheek. He was such a beautiful man, and he was finally yours. 

His breaths grew ragged, brushing against your bare skin. You felt it over your cheeks, over your shoulders and chest. He smiled at you. He found your body quite small beneath him—fragile too. He didn't want to do anything that would hurt you, and those bruises that stained deep into your skin—that branded you as his father’s and the power that he held in those bloodied, calloused hands reminded him of that.

You saw the pain in his eyes—the regret. You knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling in that moment. That it wasn’t of you, but rather of himself and his inability to protect you. That he couldn't help you because he was nothing more than a son to an abusive King that had no interest in his people—people whom he recognized as nothing but mere chess pieces to a game he'd always win.

"I'll save you from him," He said, determination laced in his words. You saw the way his eyes darkened beneath the moonlight, his jaw clenched, "I'll be King, and I'll save you from all this pain. I'll save you from him."

Tears brimmed at your waterline; once again, you found lips quivering, throat dried in pain. You wanted to believe him, you really did. But you knew your King too well. You knew he was threatening as he was powerful, and Iwaizumi saw it.

He dipped down to your neck, peppering kisses onto your skin, doing what you had asked, making you his. He remained gentle, minding the ache in your bones as well as your heart as he continued on.

"I promise I'll save you, "He repeated in a whisper, lips brushing against your ear.

A tender shiver electrified through your body. You had never felt so cared for, so loved. It had always been rather harsh and aggressive during your times with the King; quick and careless as he was more focused on his pleasure rather than yours.

You remembered the day you first bloomed, and the night that crushed you almost immediately.

You weren't a fool, you were well aware of the King's peculiar taste for...youthful things. You heard the rumors, seen the proof to match it. You had known the time would come when the King would call for you and do his deeds behind those hellish closed doors.

You remembered how torn you felt. You remembered how you felt everything and nothing all at once. How you the numbness began with a twinkling feeling on the tips of your fingers, and eventually spread throughout your body; yet there had been a continuous throbbing in your chest and a burning ache in your legs.

A painful remind that you were, indeed, no longer a child.

You had expected to stumble back to your chambers—crawling even. But after that night, and every night that had followed, after all had been done, regardless of the hour, Iwaizumi would be waiting for you. He had been sitting on the floor, fiddling with his thumbs until you came out.

You would look at each other in the eyes and sat in the silence. He was young—you both were, but he knew what had happened. He was not an idiot. He knew from the new found trauma in your eyes, he saw it in the tears that pooled down to your chin and the way you flinched when he stood up from the floor before walking towards you.

He'd walk you back to your chambers, and he wouldn't dare touch you. He never touched you, knowing how but he did love you. He loved you the moment he saw you. He loved you even though he knew what went on, and all he wanted to do was protect you.

So as you laid beneath him, with an arm tightly wound around your waist as he held you close against his chest, and the other supporting the back of your head, he scattered kisses over your shoulders, to your neck, across your chest and all over your face. He wanted to make you his in the most innocent way.

He wanted to make you his in his own way.

You felt so grateful you couldn't help but cry at how careful he was with you. You felt his love pour over you as he continued to do nothing else but just kiss you and hold you close.

If you had known it was going to be like this, you would have told him sooner. But you never allowed yourself to be sure, always careful and closed off. Even when Iwaizumi had given you nothing but kindness.

The night continued on and as it did, Iwaizumi held you close. His nose buried deep into the crook of your neck as his arms held you around your waist.He was like a child, clinging onto you so tightly as if you were going to disappear.

"I love you," He whispered into your ear and your cheeks glowed red.

You threaded your fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss on the crown of his head, humming him softly to sleep. "I love you, too, Hajime."

Inevitably, morning came and Iwaizumi woke up feeling empty; you were no longer by his side, cradled in his arms—or rather, cradled in yours. 

Though, remnants of last night soon glimmered in his memory, reminding him of your confession as well as his. How the temples of your foreheads pressed against another as your lips ghosted over his, as he whispered again and again how much he had loved you, and how long he had been holding onto to that love. 

It sent a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. He covered his face, smiling into the palm of his hands. His great love loved him back.

Iwaizumi assumed you must've retreated back to your room before day break, straying away from gossiping eyes. So, he held himself together throughout the day, doing all the things he needed to do, counting the hours until he could see you again.

He had hope to see you during lunch, but the halls were still empty and there wasn't a single trace of you in the places he'd usually find you. You must've shared your time with his father, knowing how demanding he is of your presence.

But he just wanted to see you, and he was beginning to grow antsy, twiddling his thumbs and picking at his bottom lip. But before he could make up his mind and head to your chambers, one of his father's servants called out to him.

"Sire," Iwaizumi averted his attention to the familiar old man standing on the other side of the hall, "your father, the King, requests for your presence outside—in the courtyard." He parted his lips to speak, foolishly forgetting his place. "Immediately, sire."

He sighed defeatedly before nodding his head and following the order.

The air was quite fresh, and Iwaizumi took a deep breath to relish in the moment. Hope lingered in the air, and it undoubtedly felt like a good day. There wasn't a single cloud in sight; birds flew above the walls of castle as the men below practiced their rounds in combat.

Iwaizumi strolled passed them, once he spotted his father across the courtyard, on the other side of the bricked archedway . His father stood tall with his broad back against him, hands clasped together as he looked up.

Iwaizumi furrowed his brows, He must be enjoying the weather as well, he thought.

But as he grew closer, the air around his father was tense. Iwa's legs felt weak and his heart began to thrum harshly against his bones at the the growing anticipation.

"Right there is fine." His father said with his back still turned away from him. His father's voice was guttural, as if he had spent the morning drinking. The shadow of branches swayed over his father's face, shielding him from the sun.

"Good afternoon," Iwaizumi greeted, bowing to his father's back. "How are you, father?"

The King glanced over his shoulder, looking down at his own son with a smirk that tugged the corners of his lips. "Fine day, isn't it?"

Iwazumi simply nodded, "Couldn't be better, father."

"Why don't you step out from beneath the shadows and enjoy this sight with me?" Iwazumi furrowed his brows, puzzled; and though he ought to be wary of his father, he hesitantly stepped out of the shadows and into the light.

He look up, expecting to find the sun filtering through leaves, beaming against his cheeks. But instead, the sight before him made him falter to his knees, bruising into the pavement. His heart swelled in his throat as he gasped for air.

It wasn't branches swinging beneath the afternoon heat.

It had been your body swaying in the wind as it hung on one of the branches of the old oak tree; and all the light in you had gone out.

The King bowed beside his son, just enough for his lips to meet his son's ear. "What will you tell her now?" His tone was proud, mocking his son in his weakness. He circled around his son and stood before him, “I loved her more than you ever could, but I just don’t do well with touching scraps.” 

Iwaizumi’s mouth gaped open; he couldn’t even mutter a sound let alone a single word. He had failed.

Looking down at the his son, the King brought his foot up to his chin, lifting his head to meet his gaze. The thin metal lining wrapped around his leather shoes burned into Iwaizumi’s skin, "Let this be a lesson not to cross me, and not to make promises one cannot keep."

[mirakeul]

“you look happier, you do”

I am in the mood for some angst so here’s another song fic with my baby, Iwaizumi Hajime

notes: song is happier by ed sheeran,,, this hurts my heart sksks

warnings: mentions of cheating, cussing

words: 894

summary: It was only a month since Iwaizumi broke up with you. So why does it seem you already look happier with someone else?

pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem! reader

Walking down 29th and Park I saw you in another's arms Only a month we've been apart You look happier

It was a month since your breakup with Iwaizumi. You were together for about a year when he broke it off with you, saying that he doesn't feel the same anymore. You didn't know he was lying at that time because he definitely loves you. He cried that night; he couldn't possibly think why he did that, but he did. He's been seeing another woman for the last few months that you were together and he was blinded by this girl that he chose to let you go, the best thing that's happened to his life.

Saw you walk inside a bar He said something to make you laugh I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours Yeah, you look happier, you do

He was walking down the street when he sees you with Ushiwaka. His heart clenched at the sight of you laughing with him and holding his hand. It's only been a month but why do you already look happier? He turned away from the two of you and immediately called his latest hook-up. Hours after playing with her, you were still in his mind. He left the girl with no goodbyes and went to a bar.

There he saw you walk inside, you were with Ushiwaka once again, his arms around your shoulders as he guides you to his friends. He whispered in your ear making you blush and laugh. You hit him, giggling more. He gulped down his beer and drowned in the thoughts of you happy with someone else.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody love you like I do

He remembered your tear-stricken face when he told you he didn't love you anymore. He watched you wipe those tears away and smile like you didn't get hurt. You smiled at him, kissed his cheek for one last time, and walked away. You didn't know you took his heart with you. He drowned in drunk thoughts of you being in love with him, but it seems like you were not anymore. Oikawa arrived at the bar, having gotten a text from you that you saw Iwaizumi by himself. Oikawa shoot you a glance to which you sadly smiled.  

Oikawa hurriedly went to Iwaizumi who beamed at him, inviting him a drink. You didn't like seeing Iwaizumi hurting because even if you two broke up, he was still your friend. That's why when you saw him upon entering the bar, you immediately texted Oikawa. You tried to focus on Ushijima because he doesn't deserve this.  

Sat on the corner of the room Everything's reminding me of you Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier Aren't you?

"Oikawa!" Iwaizumi is drunk, Oikawa can tell. He doesn't even call him some shitty nickname. He sat beside Iwaizumi and tried to pry of the empty bottle off him. He was really drunk. He kept muttering how your eyes were like the lights in the bar, shining. Oikawa is shaking his head, everything Iwa sees reminds him of you.

"Iwa-chan, let's go home." He pulled Iwaizumi, supporting his body. Oikawa looked at you who was subtly watching them. He nodded and said thank you as you nodded back at him.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody need you like I do I know that there's others that deserve you But my darling, I am still in love with you

Oikawa arrived at Iwa's apartment. He helped his friend into his bedroom and getting him a change of clothes. When he came back with a glass of water, Iwa's crying in his bed as he's looking at the picture of the two of you on your last monthsary together.

"Oikawa, why does it fucking hurt so much?"

Oikawa couldn't speak. He knows how hard it was, but he can't speak for his friend. After breaking up with you, Iwa called Oikawa and told him everything. He's slightly mad at his best friend but he couldn't really blame him.

"She looks fucking happy in his arms. She looked even happier than with me."

But I guess you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'd feel it too I could try to smile to hide the truth I know I was happier with you

"Oikawa, why? I was the reason she's happy with someone else. But why does it fucking hurt?"

"You should move on, Iwa. You deserve to be happy too."

"No! I don't! I made her cry! Oikawa, you realize that? I made my fucking angel cry!"

Baby, you look happier, you do I knew one day you'd fall for someone new But if breaks your heart like lovers do Just know that I'll be waiting here for you

He cried his heart out that night. He remembers your smiling face earlier that night. You really do look happier. He knows that one day this would happen, but he wasn't ready. His heart is still with you and will always be with you. He sleeps after crying, tomorrow he'll try. But he knows, that if Ushiwaka breaks your heart, he will always be waiting for you. For now, he'll try to be happy without you.  

[lilikags]

hii! i'd like to request for a haikyuu boy matchup! i'm a 4"10 asian girl with tan-fair skin! i have wavy, kind of unruly, waist length black brown hair that matches my eyes (◕ᴗ◕✿) i have strong facial features for a girl so when i wear my glasses, i look soft & scholarly but without them, people say i look intimidating & bitchy ಠ◡ಠ i have thick eyebrows, plump pouty lips, and deep set hazel eyes with barely there eyelashes! i am thicc especially around the thighs, but i am quite toned! ｡◕‿◕｡ my aesthetic is indefinite bc i can pull off anything and i dress according to my mood (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ i am an enfp! although i'm extroverted, i'm not the bouncy type! i can get shy around people and i can read people very well! i am what you would call an introverted extrovert or vise versa! ◉‿�� i am usually not snarky but can be, but it depends on the mood & situation! i'm only a crackhead when i'm comfortable with people (◠‿◕) my hobbies include watching anime & shows, listening to music, napping, and playing games! my type is usually the strong silent one, the smooth one, or the cocky one! in a relationship, i can adjust to my S/O i am vv sensitive and cautious although i look confident in the relationship! i'm a sucker for soft pure relationships but also for SPICYYYY FIRE VS FIRE ONES (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ if it helps, i'm a sucker for height differences, me w a taller bigger S/O! thanks ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

ps i kin oikawa yes we have the same issues w the superiority ++ inferiority complex & narcissism but mine just subconsciously manifests instead of outwards hehe did i mention i'm a burnt out A+ student

Haikyuu, Genshin Impact, and Epic Seven matchups and requests are always open!

Lili, your local matchmaker, matches you with...

Okay, so I had to. Really had to. Really really had to >_<

He loves how you’re short. FREE ARMREST (ok but like i understand it gets annoying my dad does that to me smh but it is kinda cute tho like ngl) 

You met Iwa when you didn’t have your glasses on, but he wasn’t one bit intimidated. 

He likes your confidence. :> can’t think of a reason but it just makes sense

Talk talk talk- the two of you can do that for hours

You somehow were able to understand him quite clearly early on, and he really appreciated that 

By the way you act, you can be easy to read for him, and he’ll deduce what exactly it is you’re going on about and telling you what is needed to be said (good bad or in between)

Mini-arguments semi-often, the two of you are kinda stubborn

You saw him and went :0 he’s handsome, tall, and plays sports

Chill movie night dates! 

When he’s tired after practice, napping

Iwa understands that you can be sensitive concerning your relationship and he makes every best effort to communicate properly with you <3

A/n: Sorry it’s rlly short and i hope i wasn’t too slow

[crushzone]

Oh wow- I’d love that, Iwa-Chan. Cats make me super happy. I always feel special when they come right up to me and let me pet them.

And well also... just like you, I they’re purr-fect 😘

Iwa: I’m excited, then you and this cat should get along fine because she loves to do that. It probably also has no owner, since it’s got no collar, maybe you can help me name it too? Oikawa-san’s been calling it Dirtbike, since it’s spotted, but I feel like it deserves a better name.

*shows you a picture of the cat on his phone*

Oh! *face warms at the purr-fect part, as he turns away a little flushed*

pshh, stop being so smooth....

*with some hestance, he begins to speak shyly with a hand on his nape, still keeping his gaze to ground*

you are a very wonderful person, and I just truly enjoy spending time with you.

<<<< Return to Character Interaction Rules 🎙

[angsty-omi]

was she just a friend?

hajime iwaizumi x Reader

tw: very slight domestic abuse, insecurity, no happy ending, swearing, suggestive themes, and no editing prior.

when you first started dating hajime, you had accepted the fact that he had a really close girl friend. how could you not? before you guys made it official he made sure his concerns were met with. this should’ve been the first red flag, however, you were blinded by love.

at first, it was subtle. she’d tag along with you guys on your walk home, which you didn’t mind at all. most of the trips, she’d make fun of iwaizumi and reminisce when they were kids. which, in turn, made you laugh. a lot. and usually after she got home, you and iwaizumi could spend the sunset together. his large calloused hand would wrap around yours, and he’d bring your hand up to peck it. your heart grew bigger by the minute.

then, one day after she left, both of his hands gripped your jaw, and soft lips were pressed against yours. you smiled into the kiss and added more pressure. as he pulled away, you instinctively moved forward for more. that made him chuckle, and grabbed your chin once more. however, this kiss was more passionate. you could never forget that night. it was purely blissful.

for the next six months, life felt like paradise. there was a consistency of “i love you-s,” cuddles, and even sex. but, as they say, happiness is only temporary. on your sixth month anniversary, you and hajime had planned a fancy dinner date on the bay. you showed up early, with excitement written on your face. you were currently wearing a satin maroon dress with a black trench coat on top. as you sat at your table, you pulled out a box out of your pocket. it was a promise ring. you rubbed the circumference of it, trying to ease your nerves. was this moving too fast? you were certain that you couldn’t love another the way you love hajime.

as the hour strikes, he still hadn’t showed up. you repeatedly checked your watch, and even asked other people’s in case your time was wrong. you texted hajime multiple times with no response. anxiety started bubbling in your stomach. what if hajime’s hurt? what if he got into a car accident? what if a UFO came down and kidnapped him? you prayed to yourself that none of those things were true.

before you even realized it, another hour went by. and at this point the waiters were passively suggesting you to leave, due to their full house. at first, you were weary, what if hajime shows up? you thought. although, you complied with the waiters and left. you called him so many times with no pick up. before jumping to conclusions, you decided to text her.

y/n: hey, have you talked to hajime recently?

her: nope! but i can text him if you’d like!

y/n: sure

you rolled your eyes at her message, she acted like he’d answer her and not you. you were his girlfriend for god sakes. obviously if he could text someone it’d be you... atleast that’s what you thought before you got a notification.

her: oh he just said he’s at home, was there something you needed?

that text broke your heart. he’s at home? worst of all he texted her back and not you? you just left her on read and headed home.

as you slammed your phone on the bed, you got ready to sleep. slipping into one of hajime’s shirts and a pair of underwear you tuck yourself in. while drifting, you inhaled his shirt and it smelled like him. his cologne had a wood musk scent to it which you adored. and before you realized it, you were crying. crying yourself to sleep.

the next morning during school, you did everything in your power to ignore hajime. you skipped the lockers, lunch, and even prevented going to bathroom in case he was there. who could blame you? you were still upset after being stood up.

“miss y/n, could you grab these papers and send it to the office please?” your teacher asked.

you picked up the hefty amount of sheets and went on your merry way. with your guard down roaming the hallways, you failed to notice her and hajime at the end of it. as you both looked up from a long distance with eye contact, you simply turned around and took a detour. you could hear sneakers quickly catching up to you. it was hajime.

“hey baby i haven’t seen you all day,” he wrapped his arm around you.

you ignored him and continued looking straight ahead.

“hey are you okay?”

silence.

“y/n if you’re going to act like this and not tell me what’s going on, i’m going to go.” hajime said with a stern voice. you bit your lip, trying to hold tears back. you nudged yourself off of him and replied “fine.”

how could he be mad at you? and why’s he acting like nothing happened?

at the end of the school day, hajime was waiting at the gates for you. you caught sight of him and sighed. you couldn’t hold it off any longer. as you approached him, you saw her peeking out next to him. of course. with annoyance, you started walking home, with them behind you. the walk home was silent, excluding the loud footsteps trailing behind you. as soon as she turned for her house and a couple more steps, hajime grabbed your wrists and gently pinned you on the wall.

“tell me what’s wrong.”

immediately, tears start falling down your face.

“how could you forget about our sixth months?”

at this point, iwaizumi’s face turned pale. paler than a sheet of printer paper. he quickly kissed your tears, and rambled apologies.

“i can explain, that day hachi had some major family issues. her dad had just left the house to get drunk, and her mom was out of town. she needed me to come over, so i rushed.”

“so then, why didn’t you text me back?”

“what?”

“you heard me”

“i gave my phone to hachi because her dad broke hers.”

you gave a confused look. her phone wasn’t broken, she literally texted you and to think about it you never said her name aloud or in your thoughts.

“what? i literally texted her the night of and she said you texted her back saying you were home”

“hachi wouldn’t do that.”

did he just assume that you would lie? what reason would you even have to lie? you pulled up your phone and showed him the messages.

“this was probably a misunderstanding, are you sure your connection was good? some of them probably didn’t send so it looks bad” he casually said.

you were just in so much shock when he said that. how could he? why did he? your head started to feel stressed so you just walked away. not wanting to hear his idiotic excuses anymore. he trailed behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“please don’t leave us on bad terms, i’m sorry i won’t do it again” you felt tears on the back of your school uniform.

“i guess it wouldn’t hurt to forget this one instance” you thought to yourself. so what did you do? you forgave him.

poor little naive girl.

after you guys made up, he decided to have a make up anniversary. you guys cuddled up on your bed and watched many sappy romance movies while ordering your favorite place. this was way better than an expensive dinner. you were just glad he was in your arms again and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

you got up from the bed with his arms dragging behind to go into your dresser, where you hid the box. as you were about to turn around and suprise him, his phone rang. who could be calling at this hour? you know who. hachi.

“don’t pick it up” you frowned.

“please babe just give me one second?” he pouted.

you nod in a agony. as he answered it, you could hear dramatic tears on the other end with a concerned hajime on the line.

“are you okay?! he did what?! i’m coming right now”

as he ended the call, he buckled his pants back on.

“you’re kidding right?”

you hid the tiny box behind your back.

“what are you talking about y/n?” he frustrated, clearly stressed out.

“this is our anniversary and you’re going over to see another girl?”

“y/n, she’s my best friend and you know that. plus she’s home alone and her dad just broke a window.”

“then can i come with you?”

he shook his head, “i don’t think she wants anyone to see her in that state right now”

“except for you, hm makes sense okay”

“can you please not be insecure for like one day?” his fingers ran through his hair.

your eyes widened, “are you fucking serious? you’re the one that made me insecure! first i dropped the whole dinner phone text thing even though there was obvious evidence hachi was trying to sabotage us, why can’t you see it?!”

“y/n, at the beginning of our relationship you acknowledged that i had a close girl friend. and with that, the dinner thing was just a misunderstanding. stop bringing that up or else.” he aggressed.

“are you seriously threatening me right now?”

“if you leave right now.. t-then we’re over!” the words just slipped out of your mouth. both of you guys were in shock. you were just so relentlessly depleted from this argument that you decided this was your solution.

he furiously opened the door, “hajime wai-” you were cut off by the door slamming shut. tears were flowing like a waterfall at this point. you gave yourself some time to breathe and reevaluate. you couldn’t lose hajime, he was your person. your light. your yellow. you put on your sneakers and ran to hachi’s house, knowing he’d be there. you grabbed the promise ring alongside so you could beg for forgiveness.

your breath was ragged, damn were you out of shape. but at the end, you got to your destination. as you analyzed the house, there seem to be no windows broken, but the front door was opened slightly. you knew she was lying from the start about her dad smashing things. you slowly walked in as quiet as possible and could hear sobs in the other room. as you pressed your ear to the door, it was hajime’s sobs. your heart felt so much guilt, sayings like “i love her so much” and “how could she just say that?” were the only phrases you could comprehend. then there was silence. as you opened the door, prepared to make up, you couldn’t believe your eyes. hachi and hajime’s face were about a half an inch away from each other. they both looked up at you.

“nice intact windows, take this stupid fucking ring, you’re dead to me iwaizumi” you chucked the box at him. as he looked at the box, it had been embroidered ‘promise’ on it and he knew what that meant. you quickly made your exit through the door with hajime closely behind you.

you stopped in your tracks, “please just leave me alone” your voice now dainty.

“y/n, plea-”

“please what? please forget about what i saw? i knew it i fucking knew it. you know what, this whole time you made me like the bad guy when it was YOU. you made me like this, and the worst part is I STILL LOVE YOU.” you punched jabs into his chest. obviously it didn’t hurt him physically, but emotionally it felt like a million swords were stabbing him repeatedly.

“please stop this, is there anyway you can forgive me? please?” he sobbed.

“i’ll do anything”

“would you leave hachi for me?” you asked sharply.

his hesitation was all you needed. in his head he answered yes, but it was like his vocal chords stopped working. deep in his heart, he knew you deserved better. so he stayed quiet.

“go to hell, go fuck hachi or something see if i care.” but you did care. you just wished that he fought just a little bit for you. but he never did and you had to accept it like a champ.

before this all happened, you had dreamed about iwaizumi hajime and yours’s future. but now it’s all ruined.

you’re left heartbroken and lost $350 on a ring that had no meaning.

[roobgumball95]

i just imagine iwaizumi as a mama’s boy……. helping her in the kitchen, doing whatever she needs around the house….. imagine him making dinner for her because she’s out doing errands one day and she comes home to him, covered in stray ingredients, trying his best to help her out…. i imagine she’s an older parent, so by the time he’s in high school she’s definitely getting older, so he takes over gardening for her and on weekends she’ll poke her head outside and see her boy elbows deep in the dirt taking care of her garden for her, hands clumsy and unaccustomed to the work but determined to do it for her all the same. i just think iwaizum’s ma raised the best boy

[lazychickensoup]

Do a daisuga (or whatever you want) hero/villain au were the super hero (daichi) and the villain (suga) are roommates but keep there "jobs" a secret so neither of them know that when they make up excuses to go out and fight their nemesis that the other is doing the exact same thing. After battles they go home and make up excuses on why they're covered in bruises and such, only realizing that they're fighting each other when one of them finally catches the other and pulls off there mask.

𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

𝐴/𝑛: 𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑜𝑖. 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸 𝑈 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑈𝑇 𝐵𝐶 𝐼 𝐷𝐼𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜!𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛!𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

𝑇𝑊: 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇!!!

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“Iwa-chan I’m home.” Tooru swings his keys around his finger letting it fly off into the miscellaneous bowl by their front door. He was met with silence meaning his roommate wasn’t home yet. He stretches and groans while heading to the bathroom to bandage up. Another day, another loss in his book. He doesn’t know how but his nemesis, Chroma, defeated him in every battle for the past 5 months. He was starting to get tired of it as well. He needed to figure out a way to defeat Chroma so he can show the world that the hero system is corrupted and broken.

“Oi dumbass I’m home.” Tooru walks out of the bathroom to greet his roommate. Both their eyes went wide when greeted with the sight of bruises and cuts all over each other.

“Hajime what happened this time? You never come home in this bad a state.” Tooru rushes to get the bandages and first aid kit. He sits Iwaizume down letting his fingers trace over each bruise examining them. Hajime cups Tooru’s cheek grabbing his full attention.

“You know firefighting can get rough, don’t worry about me. What about you though? Looks like you’re boxing matches didn’t go well today did they?” He kisses the top of Tooru’s head and grabs the bandages. Tooru stands up letting him treat a huge cut on the side of his torso.

“Never a dull day in the ring babe. Although my opponent was surprisingly strong today. Caught me off guard.” Hajime finishes wrapping the bandages and pulls Tooru’s torso toward him to rest his forehead on it. Tooru runs his hands through Hajime’s hair hears quiet sobs and tears on his stomach. They sit in silence for a while holding each other.

“You know I hate your job,” Hajime says lifting his head up meeting his lover’s eyes.

“I know. I would say the same for yours but it’s more respectable than mine.” Tooru laughs but Hajime’s face remains sad. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m fine though. I’ve gotten used to it.” He leans down to kiss Hajime. “Let’s make dinner. They had you out there late tonight.”

---

After they had finished making their dinner Tooru jumps on the couch and turns on the tv. Flipping through channels one by one he stops on a new report of the battle from earlier.

“Once again Hero Chroma has defeated Ero, but this time was much more intense than their previous battles. It would appear that Ero has stocked up on some gear that quite literally defies the laws of physics. It has been reported that Chroma once had trouble standing back up but powered through-” The channel had switched off.

“News is not dinner TV Tooru.” Hajime places the remote on the coffee table after turning on a movie.

“Sorry. Seems like that guy Ero really roughed up Chroma this time.” Tooru pridefully speaks.

“Yeah, it sucks though. Ero getting stronger is dangerous, Chroma won’t be able to fight him forever. I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.” Hajime sighs taking another bite.

“You think so, huh.”

---

“Agh! How the heck did he get stronger?” Chroma asked himself while dodging flying pieces on debris. ‘If I keep this up my suit will run out of power. We’ve been fighting for 4 hours and he can keep going. When did I become so weak?’ he thinks.

Ero continues to whip loose concrete at Chroma till one piece finally hits him. He jumps to victory and launches himself over to what he thought was an unconscious body.

“Well well, looks like our little bicker has come to an end hasn’t it, Chroma.” Just as Ero reaches for his rival mask Chroma presses a button on his upper chest releasing shock waves sending Ero flying backward. He catches himself mid-air hovering high above the buildings. Chroma flys up to him giving distance between them.

“Our ‘bickering’ won’t end till you are behind bars Ero,” he yells watching closely to predict his next move.

“Why would it be such a bad thing if I win? You’re getting weaker friend. Maybe under that mask is an old man. That would explain why you can’t grasp the reason why I need you gone. If that’s the case then why don’t I explain it in simple terms old man? See, I want a world that is disposed of hero’s, nothing more. No ruling the world, or having disciples. Just a world free of oppressing, high and mighty, people like you. The hero system is corrupted. You all want the glory now, you don’t do it for the people. That’s why you will be the first one to go Mr. “top of his class, high rankings at a young age.”

“Yeah, well for one I’m no old man, and two I vow not to lose cause I know if I do, all hell will break loose.” Ero quietly gasps at his last few words.

“I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.”

It was too soon to be a coincidence. He feels tears sting his eyes as he looks down. ‘Hajime?’

“Haj-” Just as Ero calls out Chroma slams into him. Forcing his body from high altitude down into the ground at impossible speed. As the dust cleared there was a crack in Ero’s mask. This time Chroma was the one reaching for the mask. He lifts it off to find a crying man. A man he had never imagined being behind that mask. His lover. Tooru Oikawa. Tooru stood there too shocked to move as he had already found out who his rival had been.

“T-Tooru, I-” he takes off his mask revealing himself. Hajime Iwaizumi. He drops to his knees with tears streaming down his face. His heart aches. Physically aches. “I loved you. I trusted you and this whole time you-” he couldn’t find his words.

“Hajime. I don’t know what to say either, but please don’t say loved.” his voice breaks and he takes deep and heavy breaths. The impact from being slammed into the ground did a number on him. He knew that the words he was saying now. The breaths he was taking. It’ll be his last ones. Hajime crawls over by his head seeing blood coming out of his mouth and nose. At that moment he had realized what he did. He cries out, starting to beg whoever was listening for help. There were news reporters and police but they kept their distance as told. Hajime strokes Toorus hair. “You know the only reason I started doing this is because of you.” Tooru croaks, coughing up blood.

“Wha-why for me.”

“Well not that I knew you were a hero, but when we first moved in together and you would come home all bruised up from “firefighting” I couldn’t take it. Me being under the impression that the only reason that was happening to you was because of heroes and their carelessness when fighting. None of them were ever held responsible. Every day I would wait on the couch for you to come home begging that whatever happened that day didn’t kill you.” he confesses reaching out his hand to hold Hajime’s face. “I’m sorry Haj if I would have known…”

“Shut up.” Hajime interrupts holding Toorus hand that was placed on his face. “Don’t act like a hero now you idiot. I didn’t need your protection. I needed you to be safe. This is way worse than boxing you know. Look where your stupid thinking got you. We need to get you to a hospital.” he cries harder holding on to Tooru’s hand for dear life. ‘I can’t lose him. I don’t care about what he’s done. I need him to be okay. Please stay for me.’

“Hajime, I love you. Please don’t blame yourself for this. Please move on and be happy okay?” with that Tooru’s body relaxes and his hand falls numb in Hajime’s.

“No...please...NO.” Hajime cries out holding Tooru’s body in his arms cradling him. He kisses his forehead and holds him tighter.

“...I love you too.”

---

After the fight was over and some questioning was done Hajime was finally allowed to go home. He enters the dark apartment flipping the lights on. He turns on the Tv and news headlines flooded many channels.

“Hero Chroma (Hajime Iwaizumi) Defeats his rival Ero (Tooru Oikawa) only to find out by the public that they were lovers. Many have mixed emotions about this situation. More on this later.”

‘Shittykawa. You’re such an idiot.’ he walks over to the fridge that had a note on it from Tooru.

‘Another big match today! Wish me luck my Iwa-chan. I love you.’ Hajime slowly peels the note of the fridge tears drips down onto the paper making wrinkled spots. Sitting down on the bed in his once shared room, he holds the note and a picture frame of him and Tooru doing victory poses from one of their games in high school. He stares for a while, not moving or crying just staring. He walks into the bathroom into the cabinets. He’s not thinking clearly, who would be at a time like this? He has a numb expression, body moving in slow motion, but tear still streaming down no sign of stopping. He mindlessly grabs a bottle and pours the substances in his hand. Looking at the picture one last time he smiles and whispers.

“We’ll be together soon my love.”