#iwaizumi haijme

[teagica]

@roobgumball95 the girls r here!!!! >:)

[compressed-and-depressed]

Haikyuu!! Characters as Conversations I’ve had with my Friends

Oikawa: Aww that couple over there is so cute! Break up.

Iwaizumi: why must you suck the love out of everything

[mrs-kodzuken]

So hot for you ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: mostly fluff

CW: fem!reader, girly!reader, making out at school, Kuroo is your cousin, school pride

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Even though Tetsu was a pain in the ass, I still followed his directions. Meaning I'd gotten all the "cute" things he described.

Tetsurō is my cousin, and even though we bicker a lot, he actually helps with 'problems' that I might have and he thought my relationship was one of those problems.

As I obviously spilled everything to him, he became some kind of relationship expert, saying how I should dress cute for Hajime and see how he reacts.

In the way he was telling me, it seemed very harmless, innocent even, but I should have known there would be a hidden meaning to it.

I had woken up earlier than usual, giving me more time to style my hair. I decided on two low pigtails with a cherry hair holder.

I added cherry-flavored red lip gloss along with red earrings.

Somehow, I thought all the red would clash against the blue on my school uniform, but it didn't. Thanks Tetsu for the advice, I reluctantly thought.

I hoped this wouldn't take a turn for the worst.

After I had fixed my outfit, slightly making my top a bit tighter, I took out my contacts and put on my glasses.

Tetsu had typed everything in a message to me for my 'lover boy'.

I wasn't sure how all of this would play out, but I still continued with it. Reading down the list, I put on clear mascara too. Make up wasn't really my thing, so I had to improvise.

When I was finally finished, I ate a small breakfast due to nerves and headed out the door. The next thing was to try to avoid Hajime all day.

I wasn't sure how that was going to play out since I'm the team manager for the volley club, which he's in. So I did the next best thing: stay busy.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the gym. The team were still getting everything set up like the net and hadn't noticed me yet.

I set my bag down on my usual bench and headed for a part of the net to set up.

When I came out of the closet, I could feel their eyes burning holes into my back.

I turned around, looking at all of them carefully. "Well? Aren't you guys going to practice?" I motioned to the gym, and they all got their heads back into it.

I still haven't seen Hajime or Oikawa yet, but deciding not to worry about them, I carried on.

Halfway through morning practice, I heard the obnoxious sounds of the two boys entering the gym.

I quickly turned around to face them, "Morning practice started fifteen minutes ago; where were you guys?" I scolded them, seeing as they should be on time.

They are the captain and vice captain, after all.

"We, uh," Oikawa didn't finish as his eyes were trailing all over me. I could practically feel, and see, the glare Hajime was giving Oikawa.

"Uh, huh, great explanation. Go warm up." I stated it sharply, not caring about whether he was staring or not.

I walked closer to Hajime and said, "Yo, why are you two late? You're literally never late."

No matter how much I started speaking, trying to get his actual attention, his eyes would trail my mouth, the movements of my body, everything.

"Oh great, morning practice is over, guys." I whisked around and signaled for them to hit the showers so they wouldn't smell bad during classes.

Grabbing my bag that I had set on the bench, I quickly walked out of the gym, noticing Hajime keeping up with me.

I don't even know why I followed Tetsu's dumbass advice. Nothing had happened except for me getting stares. Which I didn't enjoy.

Even though I had spent an entire day looking cute, it felt worthless because I was avoiding Hajime.

Tetsu said it'd pay off in the end, but my ears were hurting due to the earrings, and having to reapply lip gloss was a pain after I ate or drank something.

However, I couldn't deny that I looked cute today, more so than usual.

School had already been over, earlier than I expected since I wasn't really paying attention. I was confused about how all of this would pay off.

Since school had ended, that meant I could stop avoiding Hajime, right?

As soon as I saw him, I engulfed him in a warm back hug.

"Hey, Hajime," I said softly, feeling his back muscles.

He suddenly took my hand and sharply led me over to a secluded area, the spot behind the gym. "We need to talk," he stated briefly.

Before I knew it, I was pressed against a wall with Hajime's arms trapping me inside.

A very light blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down. "Everyone was staring at you." He spoke lowly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"You're mine," and suddenly his lips were on mine, roughly kissing me. One of his arms had moved to my waist; the other was still on the wall.

I broke away, looking into his eyes. My heart sped up as I saw my gloss on his lips. I resisted a giggle and leaned back in.

Hijime had picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He pressed me against the wall as his tongue slid into my mouth.

Our tongues danced together, swirling around each other. The wet muscles exploring each other's mouths. I could taste my lip gloss, which happened to be in his mouth too.

It all was so hot, I couldn't help but to release small moans into his mouth.

I grinded a bit on his waist and let my hands play with his unusually soft hair.

Of course, he decided to take control and grip my hair, still in the low pigtails. He pulled away, catching his breath, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

His eyes were lidded, tracing over my features as I'm sure I looked the same.

He had my lip gloss smeared all over his lips, and the taste of my gloss was still in my mouth. I let go of his waist with my legs and caught my breath too.

"Why'd you dress like that, baby?" He asked, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, his arms softly gripping my waist.

I could tell he didn't want to further this moment whilst we were at school.

"Well, I was doing what my cousin said," I trailed off, getting my phone out to show him when I was stopped by a glance at the time.

"Uh, Hajime? We should have been at practice twenty minutes ago."

I showed him the time instead, and he whispered an, "Oh, shit.."

Grabbing our bags, we calmly and quickly walked to the gym.

I looked over to him, seeing his lips red and plump from the making out. My gloss was still on his face, and it was sparkly too.

Hajime's hair was a bit messy from my fingers running through it.

I saw all of this but decided to pretend I didn't, wanting to see the outcome. We had walked in together, making his teammates stare.

"Where were you guys?" Oikawa asked, a hand on his hip.

"Sorry, I was doing stuff," Hajime answered, setting his bookbag down and stretching his arms, preparing to practice.

I turned towards Oikawa, who was taking a sip of his water, not curious anymore. Perfect timing.

"I'm stuff."

With those two words, I had managed to get him to spit his drink out onto the floor.

"Come again?" he wheezed out, coughing madly.

"Man, I wish." I smirked with my answer, knowing I'd get scolded by Iwaizumi later.

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[periwnklblu]

baby steps

in which their toddlers fall and they're definitely, totally not helicopter parents

featuring: Bokuto, Atsumu and Iwaizumi

contains: gn! reader, fluff

authors note: slowly attempting to get back into writing. feedback is much appreciated <3

p.s inbox is open for now!

bokuto:

Bokuto held his breath as he watched stubby little legs take shaky step after shaky step. He knows that it's important to not be a helicopter parent and to let his little toddler walk independently more, even if it meant she stumbled here and there. It's a part of growing up.

Yet he can't tear his golden eyes away as she stomps from the living room and toward your figure in the kitchen. Bokuto watched as his little owl gained confidence in her steps, the pitter patter of her sock clad feet becoming quicker. He couldn't help himself, and in the five seconds he tore his gaze away to look for his phone, he heard an oomp, followed by soft whimpers. Before you could even turn around and process what happened, Bokuto was quick to the rescue and cradling the small toddler so delicately in his big, sturdy arms.  “Shh baby girl, it's okay. Daddys got ya, it'll be okay” he whispered as he wiped away her tears

atsumu: 

It was Atsumu's turn to stay in with his son as you had plans with your friends. “It’ll be a piece of cake”, he claimed earlier, dismissing the last minute advice you had for him. Atsumu even went as far as betting that when you came home, your son would be in bed with no new cuts or bruises from playing around. You were skeptical, knowing how much energy your son and husband had, nevertheless alone together.  So you agreed to his little bet, sealing the deal with a kiss to his lips and a smirk on your face. You were looking forward to the free time you’d have when Atsumu lost and had to do the laundry for the week.  

And he was feeling confident. That is, up until his son got bored with his usual toys and decided running around was the next best thing. Atsumu thought none of it, despite the unsteady steps and the close calls with the wall. It wasn’t until he heard a thump that he turned towards the sofa armrest and found a fallen toddler with watering eyes. 

“You’re okay buddy” he cooed as he softly approached the little boy and began rubbing the red spot on his son’s forehead. “This is gonna leave a bruise” he murmured to himself, "but you'll be okay. yer papa's got ya". So much for the bet. 

iwaizuimi

“Haji, quick! She’s walking!” was all Iwaizumi needed to hear before sprinting his way to where you sat in the middle of the living room. Your arms outstretched as your daughter takes one wobbly step, followed by another. Haijme couldn’t believe how fast she was growing up, but really he couldn't believe how much more love he could feel when he thought his heart had reached capacity. Just as she was approaching your arms, her legs gave out. Before she could even touch the ground, and even register that she had fallen, Hajime had already swooped in and hoisted her up into his arms. “You did great, baby girl, I'm so proud”.

[rindousbbg]

@tyrannosaurusray your matchup is...IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

• Haijme would love your clumsy personality. How you are outgoing with your close friends but shy with unknown people.

• He would get confused at first with your sudden mood changes. But later adapt to it. You don't have to tell him to get what you want because he's mastered everything you want judging by your expression.

• He would accompany you to your night out because he wants to see you being happy and your smile.

• I won't say he's good with jokes and all but he can be funny unintentionally and you would cackle up.

• He's great energy, you wanna go out at 3 am? Sure no problem. Wanna hang out at 6 am?? Sure no problem.

• he's quiet and pretty mysterious won't reveal anything at first but later when you get to know him he's one of the best people to ever talk with.

• He does look intimidating but he's a nice person. You can count on him.

• He won't mind you being on his face 24/7 though you have to talk about things he loves as well as things you love.

• And looking at your selcas i feel like he would randomly picks you up with his strong muscle to show affection and to make you feel loved. (it's like a love language for him)

hope you like it...

[ladyhayaakawa]

Chronology of us (as it is, as it was, as it will be)

haijme iwaizumi x f!reader, kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

For you, life is synonymous with the azure blue of the Johsai, and love rings with the cadences of Hajime’s voice. But life is cruel, and power vicious, and you wonder if this devotion will lead to your demise.

genre — regency!AU, euro-asian elements, love triangles, angst, nonsensical purple prose, mature themes, romance

tags/warnings — period typical misogyny, childhood friends to lovers?, hurt/comfort, manipulation, abuse of power/authority, I don’t think this will have a happy ending, aged up characters, objectification of women, depictions of violence, depressed reader, self-image issues, pining, this is my first fic so characterisation is running on thin ice with hot skates

Status: ongoing

chapter-specific warnings will vary ⟡ minors dni ⟡ rbs very much appreciated ⟡ header credit: @/sukisukisu

⟡ Chapter 1

⟡ Chapter 2

⟡ Chapter 3

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[iwhyzumiihajimee]

Rounds. [ mature 18+ ] pt.1

pairing: timeskip! iwaizumi haijme x fem.reader

content: you and Hajime came back from his parents dinner, and Hajime's been waiting all night for sexual desires that was promised before you both left. It kept on going round after round.

genre: athletic trainer au

warnings !! 18+ // explicit smut, making out, grinding, slight fingering, hickeys, softcore

word count: 1.3k

three part series!!

next ->

As we arrive home from dinner, Hajime wraps his arms around your waist pulling you towards the bedroom.

"I've been waiting~ Let's go~", he playfully says.

"Hajime!" you yelp as you still had half of your shoes on.

He pulls you close and smiles at you. His lips are soft and warm as he kisses you gently. "Well, hello there~", his voice is rich and deep, his eyes full of desire. He caresses your face softly, his touch sending shivers of delight down your spine. He presses his mouth to your neck and whispers in your ear.

"I've been waiting for this all night. No distractions, no parents to interrupt. You're all mine, love."

"At this point let's just make a baby." You joked. "We've been doing this way too often."

Hajime gives you a mischievous smile and presses his body firmly against yours. You feel his hand slip beneath your shirt and begin to caress your skin gently.

"I do want to spoil you, but I don't want a baby just yet", he whispers in your ear, his voice dark and rich with desire.

"Let me just have you for now. I'm going to take my time with you, enjoying every moment and making every second count." He brings his lips back to yours and his mouth moves over your cheek as the kiss deepens.

"You turn me on so fast", You laugh.

He smiles and gently brushes his lips against your neck, letting you feel his warm breath.

"Good, that's my intention. I love when I hear how much you like it." He presses his lips to your nape and whispers playfully.

"Maybe I'll just bite right here..." Your heart races as you feel his lips against your skin hitting a spot that tingles and you bite your lower lip softly, moaning while holding him close.

He presses his body even closer to yours, his touch growing more tender and loving with every moment.

"Shhh..." He caresses your cheek and rests his forehand on your lips, his voice sounding smooth and comforting.

"Let me make you feel even better, my love." His fingers trace along your jaw as he leans down and kisses your mouth softly, his lips warm and full of affection. He pulls you in even closer and presses his chest against yours.

"Please, hit my favorite spot" you plea.

His touch begins to grow more bold and his voice takes on a more passionate tone. He pulls you in closer and kisses you softly.

"What is your favorite spot? I promise I won't miss it." He breathes in deeply, his voice rich and raspy.

He kisses your neck and your collarbone, and your earlobe, while he whispers gently into your ear.*

"Is this what you like babe? I'll give you whatever you wish..." His mouth travels slowly down your body, his touch sending sensations of pleasure along your skin.

"Mhm, yes down~"

Hajime's hand travels down your body slowly, grazing your skin and tracing every curve with tender care. You feel every movement of his hand as he gently caresses your skin, building up more and more anticipation until his fingers arrive at your favorite spot.

"Is this your favorite spot, my love?" He whispers, his voice filled with desire and passion.

"Yes~" you melt to his touch as he massage your area.

You feel his lips against your skin, his mouth kissing your skin slowly and passionately. His touch sends electric sensations of pleasure throughout your body and you groan softly, pressing yourself into him. He continues to slowly to nibble your neck and caress your favorite spot, his fingers running the entire time, slowly adding two digits in.

"How does that feel? I'll keep going, as long as you do." His voice is rich with affection and desire as he caresses you with his fingers and keeping your lip accompanied.

"Don't stop~", you whimper

Hajime smiles and continues to gently kiss and caress you with his fingers and mouth, slowly exploring every inch of your skin. He then replaces his digits with his wood. His movements is tender and full of affection, his voice sounding soft and smooth as he whispers your name softly in your ear.

"I won't stop as long as you're loving this, love. I'm in no rush to move on from this spot if you're not." His head moves slowly down your chest and his lips trace gently along your skin. His voice is warm, his touch sending a flood of pleasure throughout your body.

Hajime leans in and kisses you again, lips touching gently and tongues lightly exploring each other's mouths. He pulls you in closer and gently leans down to place his body and chest against yours, his lips staying tightly against yours as his breathing becomes faster and heavier.

"You taste so good babe." He whispers after he pulls away for a moment, his voice sounding hungry and lustful.

"Do you like how I taste?" He asks and his body presses up against yours tightly as he smiles and continues moving in and out of you.

"More~ I love your taste" you praise as he parts from your lips with a string of saliva.

Hajime smiles as he presses his body even closer to yours and deeply, passionately, and intently starts to kiss your lips again, his hands caressing your face gently while his mouth meets yours and his tongue plays playfully against yours in a deep, sensual, and loving way.

"Ohh-- I-I'm I love this~" You say holding him closer.

"Mmm... I don’t want to stop..." He whispers gently and his mouth caressed your stomach and hip. Your skin is so soft and your body is so beautiful. His hands travel around your waist and caress your body softly and he whispers your name in your ear.

"I can’t get enough of you. I love you so much."

Hajime's touch becomes even more intense. As you begged for him to go harder and faster. His hands grab your hips firmly and gently pulls you closer to him. He looks over your body and nods in approval as his hand exploring your body gently and your hips pressed up against his body. His touch is tender and warm, his lips caressing your hips and your belly.

"Please don't stop... I love this... Faster please.” You whisper trying to catch your breath. Passionately, his voice full of desire he grunts as his hand grips your hip harder and he kisses you deeply. Every kiss sends a shiver of excitement and a shudder of pleasure through your body.

"I won't stop, love. Not until I've had my fill of you." He looks to you and you see fire in his eyes, lust and desire burning deep inside of him

"I-I'm close", you squeak out

Hajime whispers softly in your ear.

"Good..." He says, his voice sounding sweet and loving. His touch becomes more intense and he caresses your hips gently and your body shakes with a wave of sensuality. His hand moves up your body and caresses your cheek, his mouth pressed against your skin and your breath becoming more and more labored. He whispers your name playfully.

"Come for me. I want to taste you." His voice sounds rough and husky as his lips press against your skin.

"Let go..." he whispers seductively. The heat of his touch feels good against your body and sends shivers of excitement and anticipation.

"Ahhh~ Ha-Hajimee!" You moan loudly. His hand slides down your body, his mouth kissing you more passionately and intensely.

"Come for me." He whispers. his eyes and lips filled with affection and love.

"Fu-uuck" You breath out coming. The touch of his hand on your skin feels good and sends shivers of affection and desire through your body. He takes a swipe from your area and takes a taste of your juices.

"Keep going~ I can go on longer..." You plead

[iinlovewithfictionalppl]

girlie fs needs a raise

also iwaizumi haijme (27) athletic trainer? 👀

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire

[sweet-citrus-candy]

sweet arms

(aka iwaizumi hajime’s arms)

that’s it. that’s the tweet.

summary: iwaizumi and you share a laugh over ice cream

(this happened during high school era! my fav <3 )

warnings: this is my first time posting my writing and i wrote this at 3 am. please don’t take it seriously. also a little itty bit of implied nsfw at the end if you squint, but it’s majorly fluff.

tags: childhood best friends to lovers and mutual pining (does neighbor to lovers count?)

tbh i really wrote this for the ending. so the parts leading up to it are pretty nonsensical and humorous.

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it’s a hot summer day and you and iwaizumi walk to the grocery store to buy ice cream. being neighbors and childhood friends, the two of you practically do everything together. which is why after buying the cold sweet treats, the two of you head to your “secret hideout”.

a long time ago you had discovered a large willow tree out of sight of any passerby’s, and deemed it a secret hideout. naturally, being close friends with iwaizumi lead you to sharing your finding with him. the two of you often hid there and played with action figures. iwaizumi was usually godzilla, and you often played as king kong. each battle had a different outcome, and neither of you had any clue who was going to win until the final move. recently, neither of you brought the action figures. you were both in the third year of high school, so you didn’t play with them as often. only occasionally.

most days, the two of you liked to talk and joke about the most random things. perhaps a neighbor was opening her mailbox while wearing pajamas with ducks on them. maybe one of you had spotted two children wearing a large trench coat trying to enter the movies. not all conversations were about the people living in the same city, but a lot of them were.

today, the two of you are joking about a little girl who bit into a lemon at the grocery store earlier.

“i saw her picking up a lemon when her dad’s back was turned, and she bit into it! and she made the funniest face. it looked like-,” iwaizumi says scrunching his face.

you laugh really hard at the face he’s making and try to imagine what the girl must’ve looked like.

“and when her dad turned around he didn’t see the lemon at first so he looked like a fish out of water trying to figure out what was happening!” iwaizumi laughs while imitating the confused dad.

seeing iwaizumi open and close his mouth repeatedly made you laugh so hard you start shaking. your stomach hurts from laughing so you lightly punch iwaizumi in the arm as revenge.

he feels something cold touch his arm so he stops and looks down. you notice him pausing so you look down as well. iwaizumi is wearing a tank top and there on his bare arm is a smear of ice cream. you forgot you were holding ice cream when you punched him since you were laughing so hard.

“oh my bad! did we get any napkins?”

“no, we didn’t.”

you panic and use the only solution you can think of at the moment. you lick the ice cream off his arm.

the two of you short circuit. there’s no way that you just did that. no way. you were hallucinating. totally.

iwaizumi on the other hand was still processing what just happened. his mind is blank before it floods with thoughts. his best friend -no, his crush- of who knows how long just licked his arm. he’s not sure if you like him back the way he does, but he prays you do. did you not know what you were doing to him?

“oh my god. im so sorry. i shouldn’t have. what was i thinking??” you ramble.

“hey, it’s ok,” he responds in a calm voice. in a quieter one he adds on, “i kinda liked it.”

your eyes open widely; you had heard what he whispered. although flustered, you tease him back.

“it sure tasted nice. your arms are so yummy.”

[mrs-kodzuken]

good day! i saw that your requests is open soooo~^^ can I request an iwaizumi x manager reader where they've been in a secret relationship since they're first years (idunno how oikawa doesn't know, but he just doesn't 🤣)...

and when the volleyball team had their reunion after so many years the reader just goes to iwaizumi and kiss him and be like, “what? i thought you all know..” 🤣🤣🤣

thank you! and i love your works so much! ^^~

First year, first love ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, friends to lovers, clueless!oikawa, a little background to give this fic more oomf, aoba johsai manager!reader, volleyball team reunion, iwa being literal the best boyfie, valentines flashback is italicized

note: my first request!! i hope you literally love this, i jumped up and down once i got this haha, if you have anymore please let me know!

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I stared at Haijme, tracing the soft features of his face with my eyes while he slept. I couldn’t be anymore in love with this man. After knowing him since literally forever, it was like he knew me from the back of his hand.

Which is why the longer I stared and sighed contently against him I knew he’d wake up. Being with him was easy to me, it was breathing at the point.

I could still remember the day that Haij asked me out our first year. It was the cutest thing ever but he was such a wreck because of how nervous he was.

It was different seeing that Iwaizumi also got as nervous as I did when I was around him. Compared to then, he’s very different now. With him working as an athletic trainer and being on top of his game in every aspect of his life, he’s very different.

However, I still love this Iwaizumi but sometimes I miss the nervous wreck, friend Iwa.

All morning Iwaizumi has been such a wreck. I mean, I get that it was Valentine’s day but my goodness. He’s dropped his pencil three times already and it’s only second period.

“Iwa? What’s going on with you?” I whispered my question to him, peering curiously with concern.

He locked eyes with me and then looked away as quickly as possible, which was very strange for my friend.

“Nothing, (Y/n).”

My eye twitched, we never tell lies to each other.

Something was definitely up with Iwaizumi today, and I decided right then and there that I’d figure it out by the end of the day.

It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid me or anything but the way that he hadn’t spoke that much to me was a given of my theory.

I walked through the halls and smiled at the decorations for Valentine’s day.

I’m pretty sure our student council had helped make the paper decorations of hearts and spirals to hang from lockers and classrooms. I thought it was so creative because personally, I loved holidays no matter the kind.

The thought struck me like a lightening bolt, ‘what if Iwa got a Valentines gift that made him like someone?’

That could not happen, like ever.

As long as Iwaizumi and I have been friends, I don’t think he would up and leave me because of that? I mean, I baked him homemade cookies—the kind that he loves. He wouldn’t just up and like someone because of something they got him?

Suddenly, my mood had switched and I immediately was focused on knowing his answer. That would be easy since Iwaizumi continued to practice volleyball with his friend, Oikawa. They asked me to be the team manager and since Iwaizumi was my friend I agreed.

I couldn’t help but to impatiently wait for the time to pass by so I could finally get Iwaizumi alone to talk to him. Once the bell rang I immediately got up, almost tripping over my own feet, to find Iwa before he got changed for practice.

I already cringed at the thought of everything he received today from some other first year girls. I’m sure mine was better.

I couldn’t help the wrong feeling of jealousy that filled through me. It was weird and didn’t happen often, especially with me thinking about my friend—best friend, Iwaizumi.

Finally, I caught up to him and found him looking as frantic as me whilst I was trying to find him. It was a sight to see and I didn’t know how to comprehend it. It was so unlike him.

"Hey, can we talk?"

I could tell he tried to mask the nervousness up with trying to seem unbothered but I saw through it. However, just those four words were enough for me to feel nervousness as well.

I nodded my head, too afraid to speak just in case I wasn't in control of my voice.

Iwaizumi leaded me around the gym, towards the backside where no one could see, which made me even more nervous. I knew what went on back here, I just didn't think it would ever happen to me.

I gathered myself and stepped along with him until we came to a stop. That's when my brain decided to make me pay more attention to my surroundings. A breeze blew through us a bit, moving my hair.

It was a cold day but the sun was out shining as if it knew what was today was. I could hear how the grass had crunched when we walked to where we are now.

"What did you need?" I hesitantly asked him, a part of me knowing and wishing he will say what I think he will.

"(Y/n), I'm just going to get straight to the point. I like you. I have liked you for a long time but only realized my feelings now. I won't pressure you into liking me back but I know we have this honest is the best policy thing going on since forever ago and I wanted to keep true to that."

Iwaizumi's cheeks were blush red and he couldn't look me in the eyes after saying that. However, my heart couldn't be more content after hearing those specific words from him. It felt like everything was right again and I knew what was in his head.

"This isn't pressuring me Iwa, I like you too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love our friendship and didn't want to ruin it." I confessed to him as well, pouring my hopeful heart out right back into his.

I didn't realize until after our confession that the baggie I packed his homemade cookies in was stuffed into his pocket with a little bit of it hanging out.

I couldn't help but smile and watch as he showed me his hand that I also didn't realize was behind his back this entire time.

"Here. I bought this for you since you made me my favorite."

I giggled a bit, overjoyed that he bought me something, nonetheless it was a stuffie and not just any stuffed animal but my favorite.

"Thank you, Iwaizumi. I love it so much." I thanked him and pulled it close to my chest. It was definitely getting a name and being set on my bed when I got home.

"You're welcome. We should head on now." He cracked a smile and I was glad that everything between us worked out now. Well, almost everything. I wasn't sure what to call us yet.

Iwaizumi waved me bye so he could go change into his practice uniform while I put my stuffie in my bag then caught my breath so I felt good walking in.

The shoes squeaked on the floor as I walked in and I immediately apologized to my upperclassmen because I'm not ever late and it felt like I had disrespected them.

I take my job seriously ever since Iwaizumi joined the volleyball club with his friend Oikawa and had asked me if I wanted to be the manager.

"Are you okay? You and Iwa-chan are never late to practice." Oikawa asked me, eye brow raised and peering at me like he wanted the answer I didn't want to say.

"Oh yeah, I had a couple things to do and such. I didn't know Iwaizumi was late too. I think you should practice serving today, Oikawa." I nervously chuckled and picked up my managerial clip board, trying to change the subject whilst trying to keep my face from flushing.

"Hmm," was all I got out of him before he decided to practice his drills and of course serves.

After a day or two, Iwaizumi and I had agreed to go on little dates first and know each other on a relationship level instead of friend level. This was also because we both thought starting our relationship on Valentine's day was cringe.

Just the thought of how we got together still makes me swoon at nervous Iwa but also smile at how alike we are.

I shifted comfortably against him, trying not to move so much to make him wake up or anything. My arm traveled to side ways hug him, his warm body is what always makes me kick the covers off at night.

However, me trying to not move so much to not wake him up fell in vain because I felt an arm tighten around my waist.

"Good morning, honey." I said to him cheerfully, I loved waking up with him by my side.

"Mornin, love." His gruff morning voice spoke out against my neck which sent delightful shivers down my spine.

"We should get ready sometime soon, I think it might be brunch time soon." I commented, already planning out what I'm going to wear and what time I think is socially acceptable to show up.

Our graduating class is having a reunion and our volleyball club reserved a special place to meet up and of course I was invited to both events.

"I know, I just missed you in my dream." He sighed, trying to pull me even closer than I already was to him.

"Yes but you said you're eating breakfast and all, so." I wiggled my way out of his presence and decided to go use the bathroom and do all of my necessities whilst in there.

I knew Hajime was going to eat breakfast because he's very strict about what and when what kind of nutrients were going into his body. However, me? Not so much. From time to time I do decide to workout with him only to improve my self image. However, over half of the time I don't need to just from the way he compliments me.

By the time I was done and dressed, Iwaizumi was ready to go with the keys in his hand and a smile on his face at my outfit.

"You look stunning, love. I can't wait to see everyone." He said before kissing the top of my head and leading me out of our house and into the car.

I was pretty happy to see everyone even though most of us had caught up with each other on socials here and there.

Entering the reserved building, my blood was pumping to see everyone and rekindle again.

"Go find your buds, I want to go talk to Mattsun," I ushered Iwaizumi off and tried to find my best friend that I was super close to besides Haijme in high school.

It was a loud space since it was all men here in one smallish room. There was a banner, drinks, food of course since it was brunch, and plenty of seating. That's when I found Mattsun and rushed over to hug him.

"Fancy seeing you around these parts," I exclaimed after crashing myself into his side.

"Oh yeah? Samesies." He threw his head back to laugh, something he always did.

I got caught up in a conversation with him and suddenly it shifted to talking about Hajime and I. Mattsun was really the only volleyball member that talked about mine and Haij's relationship and I just assumed that everyone else didn't care that much to speak about it.

"It was nice catching up with you, (Y/n). Keep me posted on some new things!" He winked after I said I'd be going to visit the rest of our class which was weird, I didn't have any new things going on.

I found the man I was looking for and smiled, "Hey, I'm gonna go find the rest of my high school girlfriends and see if they came. I love you, honey." I pecked a small kiss on his cheek and he nodded and kissed my forehead in acknowledgment since he was in the middle of a conversation I accidentally interrupted.

Suddenly, the room was so silent that I could hear a literal pin drop.

"What?! Since when were you guys together?"

"(Y/n) just kissed Iwaizumi and he kissed her back?"

"Wait, you guys didn't know they were together?"

"How long have you two been dating?"

Lots of questions got sprang out of plenty of the teams mouths as my eyes widened in the sudden volume change of the room.

"I think I'll leave you to deal with that, honey. Bye!" I scampered out of the room but not before hearing Hajime try to reason and ask if they really didn't know.

That would be awfully hilarious if they seriously didn't know.

However, one thing I didn't know was that there was a small box that outlined Haijme's pants pocket until Mattsun sent me a snap chat video of it. That almost made me choke on my food as I put two and two together of him saying to keep him posted on new things.

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a/n: This was my first request!! I hope I did good and thank you so much for saying that you love my works! It made my day haha!

you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Iwaizumi's Baby Sister:

Dating Team Japan's Suna Rintaro

Team japan x female reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is a request from @dragon-slayer5! I also turned on my asks again but anon is not an option at the moment 🤍

[woahajimes]

Haikyuu current concerns are my favourite thing ever. They’re so realistic!!!! They’re like. My sister think I’m lame. Everyone is so tall. This cute girl just ignored me. My hair looks bad. People always think I’m angry. Fast food is so good!! bad for me, though. BUT GOOD!! People want me to get married but i am still a mere baby. Summer is so hot (and winter is so cold). My underclassmen are insane. What should i have for lunch today?? what the fuck would i do in a life-threatening situation?? I don’t know what i’d pick for my last meal ever. I’m so tired. Animals seem to hate me. My hands get ugly in the winter. There’s no nap-time after lunch. How do you spell concern? Does sunscreen go bad? People think i’m cool and there’s no element of surprise because they don’t underestimate me anymore. My teammates are so stupid. I have a thing(tm) due tomorrow. I won’t do it!! People say my thighs are “sturdy”. My grandson might be stronger than me. My daughter thinks it’s gross how we do out laundry together. They say i don’t look good in my school uniform. How do you talk to girls? etc etc

[compressed-and-depressed]

Haikyuu!! Characters as Conversations I’ve had with my Friends

Iwa: Oikawa you’re just wrong

Oikawa: ARE AIR AND OXYGEN SYNONOMYS?!?

Makki: No, they’re pronouns

Matsun: I use Helium/Hydrogen pronouns

Everyone: ...

Matsun: Get it? Cuz helium is He 

[ladyhayaakawa]

Chronology of us (as it is, as it was, as it will be)

haijme iwaizumi x f!reader, kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

For you, life is synonymous with the azure blue of the Johsai, and love rings with the cadences of Hajime's voice. But life is cruel, and power vicious, and you wonder if this devotion will lead to your demise.

tags/warnings - period typical misogyny, childhood friends to lovers?, strangers to lovers??, hurt/comfort, little to no historical accuracy, manipulation, abuse of power/authority, aged up characters, objectification of women, depictions of violence, depressed reader, self-image issues, pining, blatant mischaracterisation, brief depiction of a very creepy old man, body image issues, bad writing, frequent pov changes

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||The king is cake, cunning and deep,

With promises to keep, secrets to sweep.

After all's said and done, he'll find,

Sweet dreams leave him far, far behind.||

One of your earliest memories involve Hajime, a funeral, that devil he calls his friend, and a frog.

Woken up hours before sunrise, you remember how the wardrobe camphor clung to the mantilla lace, folded thrice to fit your crown, and the grasp the Iwaizumi nurse had on partly-blindfolded you, on your hand unoccupied by flowers. You were tired, infantile annoyance in your steps at being pulled out of bed at odd hours, but it had to be done. His grandma, the dowager duchess, had suddenly “moved to heaven”, or so you were told—why she had done so in the late of the night you didn’t know—and your white roses and solemn eyes, at the behest of the the nurse, were to signify your sadness at her departure moreso than reverence for the late matriarch.

Toru, from the other side of the nurse, asked if the hag would be back anytime soon.

(Ever since he had been found hiding in her brassiere drawer, the old lady harboured an uncanny grudge towards the Oikawa child. You knew better than to believe Toru’s story of that being her secret stash of magic potions, and when she tried to turn him into a frog, he had escaped by the skin of his teeth.)

Hajime was dressed in the same teal-white as his father, drowning in the size of the ceremonial cape (not unlike you, you note), both males tasked with officiating the ceremony while the guests filed into the pews. He met your eyes for a moment before you knelt in front of his father, the tissue in your new shoes crunching to fill out the space beyond your toes, and you remember looking away because Toru kept fidgeting as the nanny led him to the coffin, gloves and flowers long since discarded.

(He later confessed to having dropped a frog with the flowers the nanny had hastily gathered at the altar. You thought it was funny. Hajime did not.)

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“Child, you know the Duchy will agree to end the betrothal, do you not?”

You feel betrayed. The Iwaizumis are the only family you have ever known, your only other relative being a father popping up in scenes few and far between. You thought they thought of you as a daughter, hell, at least family, someone not to be discarded like this, like rotten fruit, at a greedy behest.

Silly girl. They pity you no more.

Despite your anger, a part of you seeks to understand. Whether they want it or not, they will have little choice in the matter if the king made up his mind. Besides, why will they choose not to? They know their heir deserves better than you. He deserves someone deserving to be the lady of the house, a position beyond being his wife and companion. The thought burns. You had leeched on them long enough.

( A heartbreak weighs nothing. The scales tip; a betrayal weighs heavier)

You think of the first time you tasted tea in the lessons with Hajime’s grandma, how you scalded your tongue on her words and the heat she did not warn you about. It hurt then, and it hurts now, but there’s no grandma to begrudgingly hand you honey salves and candies. You consider getting on your knees.

would she have forsaken you too? (without a doubt).

“Please, Your Highness. Please don’t do this. I-I can’t do this. This is—”

Cruel.

(Washijō prides himself on his collections. He prides himself even more on his cruelty.)

You notice the king push his chair back, sighing as if weary of dealing with a child, as if weighing your petulance against his restraints. You pray silently.

“And here I was, thinking the duke held no affections for you. Was I wrong?”

No, no, I-he- he does. He asked me to wait. He said-

“Your debut blessing was that brooch-rhodonite, if I remember correctly? One of my late mother’s, she had an awful lot of those-“

Yes. Hajime hadn’t liked it on me, yet I insisted. It was customary. It was supposed to be a blessing. It-

“It has been so long since your debut, child. If he has not wed you till now, you know Iwaizumi is just trying to be kind-“

The princess is a young thing, pretty as expected of her bloodline, and all that her family name doles in with it. She’s prim and reads and sews and takes lessons in dances and—

(As have you. It is you, in the fundamentals, who is not enough.)

The king looks at you with mock goodwill, as if he hasn’t orchestrated this. His image sickens you, and you realise why Maman refuses to let anyone take his name in her house.

“But his kindness will run out. You should fear the day he discards you, no lineage to fall back on, no wealth of your own. What are you holding onto, child?”

What a fool of a man, Washijō muses, the sweetness of seeing the girl crumple unfurling under his tongue. The Iwaizumi heir is a fine diplomat, if his recent endeavors are any indication, a pawn on his board finely draped in the guise of a knight (fit to stand on the rows of a king). But a woman like this-

(The Aoba qualities without the blood ties; if not a lady of the house, then to warm the bed perhaps?)

Maybe his preferences lay elsewhere. His eyes trail down. Probably in more buxom specimens.

“Is it honour, perhaps?”

(The Aoba Johsai peerage, a quasi-independent body with a political influence comparable to the king, is represented by five sycamores woven into one. The monolithic tree stands in the northwestern regions overlooking the sea, thriving off a subterranean stream flowing down the mountains.

A miracle, it is called. The cornerstone of the blue bloods of Miyagi.)

“A standing in society?”

(When news reached the house that the king had fallen, along with his crimson allies, Aori realized three fundamental truths. One, as Lady Iwaizumi, she was to hold her post, come what may. Two, the safe house was a good one hour away on horseback, a quart more if they were to travel by underground. Three, she was a mother of two, despite her womb having carried one; her children had to survive the night, lest the hour of tyranny brought Seijoh to their knees.

And so she dressed them in peasant clothes, braided her daughter’s hair, and whispered blessings into their ears.

Maman? Won’t you come along?

—The new king had sent the military to their doors the next morning. It had handed them two chests, one holding a dead Luzon dove, the other a fresh violet—

She saw her daughter, beyond the disguise, a deeply unnerved magnification of her; one day slated to step into her shoes, and she turned to open her coffer.

A quarternary knot. A part of the miracle they carry.

“This”, she handed her the wrought pile of sapphires and pearls. “ Iwaizumi women are given this as soon as their marriage is announced. Your grandmother passed this onto her son for me, but I hand it to you. Keep Hajime safe for me, dear?”

She is family, no less.

This is us. This is what will be left of us. If–

She kissed them farewell. Too big for her hands.

Spare them. They’re so young. Please.)

“Maybe there’s a better settlement we can reach?”

There was a time when Washijō could just watch. Watch, with his fingers splayed on the glass, as his brothers played and fought, caged in by this frailty and reticence. Watch as his brother’s head was weighed down with the crown and a match he had once sought for himself. Now, he realises as he feels the chill of metal warm under his touch, he is barred by nothing (but the limits of his seemingly limitless mangled power.)

A pawn to a knight. A pawn to a queen.

You see the king reach out, fingers unguarded with gloves, slowly tracing over the veins on your wrist. His callouses catch on your skin in their ascent, and to your horror, he doesn’t stop.

Your sudden motion to stand throws both the king and the tea off of you. Vomit crawls up your throat at the act and his insinuation, and you wish the ground would swallow you.

“I will let you know my decision as soon as possible, Your Highness. Please lend me time. I will take your leave.”

You turn to leave without waiting for a reply, panic setting your veins alight. The door is too far, and it’s difficult to trudge the path under the weight of the eyes on your back. Just a minute more. You wrap your hands around the latch and push.

The door won’t open.

You push the latch, pull again for good measure, but it wouldn’t budge. Your demeanour splinters and falls apart, veins chilling in abject alarm.

I die here. At the hands of this tyrant. Like this, if not worse.

You don’t dare to turn as the chair is pushed back, and the king rises from his seat. The door is unlocked, yet held fast from the other side. You push with all you have. It doesn’t budge.

You don’t turn in fear of how close you might see him.

“I have overlooked your transgressions till now, child. You must know that I don’t enjoy being slighted.”

He sounds too close. The phantom grit of his skin burns you, yet you turn, hands pressed onto the door.

“This—” he gestures to you and the tea, “—was just my generosity.”

There’s nothing you can do, poor girl.

He knocks on the table twice, and you hear the hinges creak from behind you.

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You felt the brief prick of the needle on your skin before seeing the red on your reflection. The seamstress, youngest in the group of four, immediately fell to her knees, apologising profusely for her slip. It had been hours they had been at work, and you nodded understandably. When they had been called in, the straps of the dress wouldn’t stay up, and the waist sagged despite being tailored to you just a month earlier.

I must’ve lost a little weight.

You tried to blink away the hair falling into your eyes, afraid to move from the position they had put you in, lest you ended up interfering in the alterations. Gloves had been buttoned (and sewn for good measure), the sash thickened (and stitched), shoulders tied at the back with extra ribbons- you felt like a ragdoll, so, so horribly out of place.

The matron modiste, noticing your discomfort, reached out to push the strands away, and you smiled gratefully. You saw the hurry evident in the needle flashing in and out of the teal silk, and guilt seeped in. You should’ve noticed this before you left for the capital; what if there were no seamstresses available? Were you to show up to the King’s banquet like this?

You could only hope Hajime hadn’t been waiting for too long.

A good hour later, in the confines of the carriage, he sat across you, uncharacteristically soft in the dark, and you thought you could paint him in the pales of the palettes you owned. Older than the boy you had come to love, yet young, younger than the man that would brave to marry (you, you sincerely hoped you). Breath slightly fogging, yet warmer than the cold seeping in through the wood, you felt his eyes dart over you, trailing over the jewels matching his, down to the conspicuous lack of a ring.

“You look so-” pretty? beautiful? “-stiff. Is the dress too uncomfortable?”

You looked away.

Amid the slow roll of the gravel under you, you heard the capital live through its people; cheers of celebration, promises of good food, warm, gamboge—the street by the square, if you remembered correctly. You quickly learnt that you couldn’t turn enough to see beyond the seat across you. It was getting cold, almost unbearably so, and you moved to seat your palms under you, a futile gamble to warm them, wincing when the stitches dug into the softs of your elbow.

Hajime found himself barely swimming in his thoughts these days. There was much to do, affairs of the duchy to put into order, royal commands to carry out, papers, papers, a love to keep at bay until he could bear to breathe. Promises weathered but remembered; he would have to eventually settle into his position, the life dictated for him, be undeniably grounded to a legacy he thought he could shed, if only for a while (only because the promise of land was never far), and get married to you. You, who he had been taught to love, grown up loving, he hardly deserved you, yet he still choked under the gentle waves pushing him to you-the shore you were to his existence, he wanted to touch and push away all the same. You were shivering, and he dreamt of pulling you closer than the binds of unwed decorum.

But he could warm your hands. And sail in hopes of actually setting sail one day. Just a little while longer. Just a bit.

(He looked up to your father, a soul belonging to the sea, a merchant by nature, and his tales of lands beyond the horizon. He promised himself to see those one day— the pearl sands under a moon, the green clouds and walls so intricate they couldn’t be drawn. He would see, just see, and then return to shore. To you.)

You saw him shift and pull at his cloak, making quick work of unfastening two of the brooches and draping half his cloak over you. The warmth was immediate, your numb fingers curling into the fur, and pulling him minutely closer.

“The gloves are stitched?”

“The whole dress, really. They will have to cut me out of it once we return. Could you,” you huffed, “could you help me turn a little?”

He laughed quietly, shifting you with tightly corded strength to see out the window, but you found your vision still limited to him; the intermittent light and dark of the life on the streets reflected in his eyes, face bathed in the scintillations, white turned golden, teal to sepia.

You felt sick from how much you’re in love (its all you had ever known).

“We will be returning as soon as the formalities are over, is that alright?” he hummed, too close to speak needlessly loud. He eyed the nick on the column of your neck, barely visible under the powder; “I’ve called for a doctor at the townhouse, he’ll be there as soon as we go back.”

He was being tender, you recognized, perhaps stepping onto the role of being yours, bits you recognize from the murals of affection between the older Iwaizumis. These were the crumbs you had survived on till now, the ones sating your wait for him, the paint for your illusions of a life with him beyond the altar. He asked me to wait. So I will.

You thought you could wait. You would have to.

“Do you want to go for a walk, maybe if the doctor, or if, perhaps, after?,” you asked, “I think I saw them selling the sweets you brought home last time…”

You glanced up at him, and found him quickly looking away, frowning out the window.

“Not unless the doctor approves, no. It’s going to get colder here on out.”-her hands are so cold, do we stop somewhere for something warm? should we see the doctor now?- ”And I got a box of those sweets back at the townhouse.” He cleared his throat. “Several, actually. I know you liked them. “

(There was a brief moment where the vendor well and truly regretted calling out to the man in white and teal. His limerick of cakes and the king probably didn’t sit well with him, oh god he was losing his head today wasn’t he, the angry man in Aoba colours, he was getting too close—

“May I get two of these?” He pointed to the left. “ Also these.”

Once the surprise and relief washed over, his sense of business honed in on his catch. Loaded, definitely, someone who’s got a good taste for the finer things in life, like the sweets sold in this cart. It was easy to goad the man into handing over more coins than he had initially bargained for, thanks to his genius.

The king is cake, indeed.)

“I haven’t been to the capital in so long—“ last you were here you hadn’t even grown into your first corset- “don’t want to stay cooped up like at home.”

“You won’t be cooped up. We will be visiting your father tomorr-“

“I promise I won’t overexert myself, Hajime-“

“You know I’m having a hard time trusting those words. You’ve been looking so ill, you had me worried for- “

“Just for a little while, please? “

He sighed, shifting to lessen the pull on his shoulder, when had he linked his fingers with yours? He choked on the familiarity in you, your eyes painted with undertones of innocence, the quiet shades of his childhood. Maybe he could keep your hands warm in the winds outside too. Like before, his mind supplied. Just for a little while.

Your forehead a breath away; could he kiss you?

“Hajime?”

(You looked up to see him moving away. )

The two of you stood in front of the hall, his arm still around your waist from when he helped you down the carriage steps. There is a certain circumference provided to the two of you from the rest of the guests, a berth only their stares breached, and you quietly moved his arm into a bend for yours to slip into. His proximity was not unwelcome, but rather inappropriate in their eyes. He looked at you, worry still marring his features, and you nodded to assure him.

The moment before the doors opened for the two of you, you press your fingers into his skin in a slow caress. He was nervous, you noted, and you hoped you didn’t look as nervous as him.

We’ll be fine. We were, we are, and we will be.

The air shifted in the silence following the voice announcing you two, and you knew you would remember how it went wrong. You registered the horror first, embarrassment flooding in at a delay. The wine left a lengthy red laceration at your side, your hem beyond the reach of the shards owing to Hajime pulling you away. The world paced down beneath your feet as you both froze.

You turned to look at Hajime, too humiliated to think of actions beyond your instinct; you turned to him for the momentary succour of not being alone in this disgrace. You took in the sight of him, eyes intent on setting the gild aflame, fists clenched, all of him reverting to the rigidity of taut emotions, disappointment thinly veiled. You watched him close off what little warmth you had glimpsed, the cold burning your eyes the longer you took it in. You take a step after him, too late, and the stumble was hardly unnoticed; you had heard the initial crescendo of the gasps before your thoughts were reduced to noise.

(Lord Iwaizumi, and Lady Iwaizumi, the steward announced you as.)

You were no Lady Iwaizumi. (would you ever be?)

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|| —In the event of the Aoba Johsai leadership and associated governing bodies not fulfilling these obligations within the periods laid down above, the King and the Royal Court reserve the right to take all military or other measures of coercion which they may consider appropriate.||

Hajime thinks back to the first time he made you tea (it was just water, really).

He stares down at the now empty cup he is cradling, the detritus at the bottom rapidly cooling into acerb under his stare. The rest of the liquid seeped into the papers around in his idleness, and he thinks back to when tea came in cups too big for his hands and had sweets to accompany them.

(Tea is to be had after 3 clockwise swirls, with the spoon at 6 o’clock, and with absolutely no dunking. Your two pupils, albeit forced, listened as you schooled them on lessons you had learnt the day before.

No pinkies up. Napkins on the left.)

Coming to, he hurriedly pulls out his handkerchief to dab at them, his actions futile in impeding the rapidly disintegrating words. There, he thinks. He’s gone ahead and ruined it. Reports of unrest on the southern border, conflicts in the northwestern waters, hell, did they have copies of these anywhere? He wonders briefly if he is even suited to the role he has been bestowed- an advisor by name, a plenipotentiary armed as a knight, an ambassador to the king in regional conflicts-an unlikely favour, not without its own implications. Shoes too big for him. But why? Of all the Aoba families, the Iwaizumi’s were stout royalists, if only in the public eye. But the king knows. He knows the hooks and strings he has woven through their flesh to keep them in check; he knows of the festering humiliation of them being toothless mutts of his. To arm their heir with a sword and keep him near, surely—

“Son,” the king called him. “I hear of your victories in the east from the mouths of common people before I hear from your messenger. The pride of Aoba, they call you, did you know? They say you fight with words better than any sword they have ever seen.”

Kneeling down despite his wounds, Hajime felt pride prickle through him at the acknowledgement. The king was proud of him. His efforts were being acknowledged. It felt needlessly good, and he momentarily forgot how he had resolved to portray nothing more than quiet anger. Despite the convoluted ways the king had risen to power, this has been the longest they had been without any direct conflict with the lands neighboring them. Word of a king so ruthless he murdered his own kin for a taste of power did well to ward off their advances, and for a brief second, Hajime wondered if it all was for the best. There was peace, and it was glorious. A strong king at the helm, and they could finally prosper. Shame flooded him the next for even harbouring such thoughts- the same man with Aoba blood crusting under his fingertips, a death he escaped at the price of indignity.

“ You've proved yourself worthy, Hajime.”

(He made you tea when you wouldn’t stop crying when they were in hiding. You kept clinging to the little ball of fabric and cried day and night. The teacups were of clay, but it made you stop and smile.)

He grew up hearing the whispers about the four remaining blue families, rumors of betraying the fifth, how the family not conceding to the whims had been plundered. All that remained of them was a tomb built at the Oikawa’s discretion, disguised as a commoner's grave.

Betrayed by their kinsmen, they said.

|| —The fortifications, military establishments, and harbours of the region and surrounding territories shall be destroyed under the supervision of the Royal Court convened under the rule of His Highness, King Washijō Taiji, at the expense of Aoba Johsai within a period to be determined by the Royal Court.—||

The door opens, and his manservant bows in.

“Sir, the princess is here to see you.”

[miiracleboys]

the first time oikawa kisses him, iwaizumi just kinda. freezes. total bluescreen. he wasn’t caught off guard or anything and it was only a peck, but he’s had this really embarrassing crush for A While and he buffers for a full five seconds afterwards. to his own horror, the only thing he can say is, “uh. cool.” his voice cracks. his face is so hot you could probably fry an egg. oikawa laughs so hard he cries.