#iwaizumi truly makes my heart go BOOM

[redrocketpanda]

I forgot how much of a boss moment this is for Iwaizumi and how amazing it looks in the actual manga panels. I feel like people often forget about Iwaizumi's height and in the moments we're reminded, he's like... yeah well, you're still not as smart or as powerful as me :')

[kurooandkenmasslut]

Iwaizumi Hajime X Female Reader

Last Christmas Themed~

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart~

"I- um-" "Y/n? Are you okay? Do you want some warm tea—" "Hajime, I-I like you!" Hajime went scarlet. "I- Um...I like you too," He muttered. Your eyes sparkled and your heart thumped in your chest.

But the very next day... You gave it away...

You were walking down the school hall, trying to find your best friend, Aoi, your friend since your two were kids just mumbled something to you and ran off, leaving you absolutely confused about where her whereabouts were.

you were checking each corner and there you spotted her... with Hajime Iwaizumi, your boyfriend, your crush since middle school, the boy you confessed your love to three years ago today.

They leaned in at each other's faces, kissing each other with passion on the lips, leaving you stunned and heartbroken. First of all, your boyfriend of three years is kissing your best friend? H-How could they?

A single tear slipped down and streamed down your face and dripped to the floor, as the couple broke apart and giggled and looked your way, their eyes widening.

"Y/N! i-" they both said, but before they could say anything, you ran off, and stormed to your aunty's home, since she was quite close to your school, unlike your actual home. You knocked softly and your auntie opened the door and gasped at your state. She ushered you in and made you some tea.

"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked, her tone wavering with worry. You explained to her what happened just now, and her jaw dropped. "Truly unacceptable! let's go shopping to distract you, we don't need men!" she grinned.

This year, to save me from tears... I'll give it to someone special...

You showed up to school the next day, completely forgetting about Iwaizumi and Aoi, ignoring them as they tried to talk to you, but failed miserably.

"hey y/n! are you okay? I heard what happened, I didn't know Iwa was such a jerk!" Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi's best friend said to you. He was very handsome, you had to admit, that's why all his fangirls fawn over his looks.

"I'm okay, thank you for asking me Tooru." You said, voice shaky. You are not completely over it, but you know you deserve more. You hung out with Oikawa all day, happy you have some company.

"Do you wanna watch our practice today? You know since iwa's going to be there and all?" Oikawa asked you worriedly. "I think I'll be okay, I'll watch it!" You chirped. He grinned. "Well, since you are going to our amazing practice, make sure to cheer for me, okay?" He and you laughed, but you agreed.

"Woo!! go oiks!" You cheered, and Oikawa blushed at the new nickname but plastered his face in his gorgeous, handsome smile. Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow.

You never once talked to Iwaizumi or Aoi again, you blocked them from all social media platforms, not even thinking of giving them a second chance.

'Time passes quickly' you thought as you looked back in the mirror, fixing your graduation hat. Oikawa peeked in the door. "Hello beautiful~" He smiled. "Shut up Oikawa." You said as you rolled your eyes.

'Oikawa is such a flirt' you thought as you looked away to hide your now, blushing, face. You gained feelings for him after some time but tried not to make it obvious that you did.

Cheers boomed throughout the area, as everyone's graduation hats flew into the air and dropped onto the grassy ground and stage. You ran over to Oikawa, hugging his neck tightly while he held your waist. You looked into his eyes as he looked into yours. His chocolate brown eyes stared into your e/c ones, you felt pure bliss under his gaze.

As if time slowed for the two of you, you both leaned in and kissed. It felt as if something inside you burst with love, heart-melting. You grabbed his face and his hands brought you even closer. You opened your eyes and smiled, and so did he.

You hugged him, tight. Not only did you just graduate, but you also got with the person you liked for a while now.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi were still friends, but definitely not as close as before. But Iwaizumi told Oikawa that he and Aoi only lasted a few days after you caught them, and they've been doing this for about a year now. He claimed that Aoi suggested it to him first when they were alone together. He also claimed that Aoi was talking about you behind your back, to him & her friends.

But right now, Aoi has a job as a shopkeeper at the convenience store and gets paid low, as she got kicked out of her house by her parents because she didn't get into any collages, so she's living as a 26-year-old woman who's living in a cheap apartment. Iwaizumi is 27 years of age and an athletic trainer. He says he's happy in life and gets paid well. He also states that he feels sorry about what he did to you.

He and you are friends, or well, sort of. If you see him passing in the streets or in the shop, you'll say hello and 'how are you' and stuff, but you will not request a hang out of anything. You're not that comfortable with him yet.

"GAHH!!" Oikawa Tooru screamed, his muscular hand gripping his shirt, hand over his heart as if to stop it from beating so loud.

"Gotcha!" Your son, Yoshi Oikawa, said evilly, scaring his dad just not even 10 seconds ago. "Oh boy, I'm going to get you!!~" Tooru said, chasing after a 5-year-old. "MOMMY!!" Yoshi screamed as he cuddled your leg.

"Hm?" You wondered as you turned around. You kneeled down to his level. "What's wrong Yoshi?" "daddy's running after me, he scared me!" He whined. You furrowed your eyebrows and Tooru came in, head swinging from side to side, looking for a small boy.

"Aha! I found you!" He said evilly. You stared at him, dumbfounded. "Tooru. Stop acting like a child and clean the table." You said and tilted your head. "But he scared his amazing and handsome father when he came in!" "i don't care, I've been cooking and cleaning all day," You answered, Yawning in the process. "Ughh! fine, only because you are my wife and I love you!" he strutted over to you and gave you a long kiss on the lips. "EW!! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE KISSING!" Yoshi groaned as he made fake gagging noises. You two laughed and Tooru walked away to clean the table. You wondered if your life could have been different if you were with Iwaizumi, but you didn't love him anymore, so there was no point in thinking about him. You were perfectly content with your life right now, and you hoped that it will always stay like it.

Bonus!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

"Hey, Y/n! I forgot to mention that we're going to Tokyo for a few days!" Yes, Oikawa Tooru is a professional volleyball player, and yous have been traveling to places recently.

But you? you took up (a famous dream job), which you get flashed by the paparazzi every time you are out in public.

You and Oikawa are always featured in magazines, newspapers, the news itself, and everywhere public, 'The perfect Couple', which you always giggle at.

You don't mind the paparazzi nor Fangirls, but they get sometimes go a bit crazy.

You and Oikawa went out to a fancy restaurant since it was your anniversary. Oikawa spoiled you rotten. You two were laughing and giggling, holding hands when you were exiting. And it seems the paparazzi and the squealing fangirls were outside, waiting with their cameras, but you were used to it.

But the smiles were wiped off your faces when one certain male with a camera screamed at you to look at his camera, he grabbed your left arm to get your attention. He pulled too hard, which made you almost fall right on your face on the concrete, but luckily Oikawa caught you in time.

When the paparazzi are doing their job, Oikawa smiles and waves, His fake smile remains until he gets to his destination and lies his head on your stomach and whines about how the paparazzi are annoying.

But when the topic flips to you, his smile is dropping and he's getting serious. So that's why he started lashing out at the paparazzi.

"Get away from me and my wife! now!" He yelled will a scowl on his face and eyebrows furrowed. The paparazzi rolled their eyes and tried to be smart. "Or what? what are you going to do about it? and chill, it wasn't a big deal," That. was. his. last. straw.

You gripped onto Oikawa's shoulder whispering to him that we should leave, but Oikawa was fuming. Oikawa whispered, "go back to the car dear, I'll be over in a minute." he said, voice stern as he called over the bodyguard to help you get to the car safely.

Oikawa walked over to that one. certain. male. and as soon as he got close to his face, the paparazzi's face drained from color and he looked as if he was about to shit himself.

Oikawa grabbed his right shoulder, his rings shining in the moonlight. "If you ever lay a fingertip on my wife again, you won't even see daylight again. you hear me, man?" The paparazzi nodded his head multiple times, legs shaking and heart pounding. Oikawa stepped back. "Amazing! glad you can understand!" He chirped before walking to the car where you were sitting. The driver of the car started the engine and drove off.

"Thank you tooru, I love you" You whispered in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling his scent before closing your eyes. "Anytime, dear." He mumbled before kissing your cheek.

Likes and reblogs are so much appreciated!! thank you for reading! I hope you have a great morning/afternoon/noon/night!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯ Bye now!~ q(≧▽≦q)

[izzabeean]

Chapter 18 : Awakening

SUMMARY

There's a lot to unpack.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,446

content : profanity

tags :  alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : a/n: I'm sorry this took too long, I've been needing a mental health break with how busy life has become. This chapter is a bit rushed just because I wanted to post it before next week since I've been MIA for so long.

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Slowly turning the key, your head starts to spin as you push the front door open to an empty apartment and a mixture of emotions surge through you. Relief that the repairs for your apartment are finally complete and you can move back to the comfort of your own home. Yet sadness swells in your chest at the realization you’ll be alone.

It’s weird. The natural response would be to get out of Oikawa’s apartment as soon as possible, sick of his antics and constant harassment. But for some incoherent reason, a part of you feels hesitant.

This heavy sensation in your chest drags you down as you walk into your apartment -- it seems so much more burdensome than when you left. Everything still feels fresh.

An agonizing pain mixed with confusion emanates off the walls flashing you back to the night Ushijima ending things. Your anxiety grows stronger as you picture his piercing hazel eyes glowering down at you after asking for you back. It's seemingly getting more and more difficult to make a decision as each moment passes and you're feeling inexplicably hopeless.  It's a terrible idea to get back together with him -- just remembering that night makes you sick. We need to talk still haunts you accompanied with his unbothered, stoic expression... Your heart starts to race trying to make sense of what you’re feeling.

Why is everything suddenly so difficult?

You clench your fists so tightly your knuckles turn white. Why does he even want you back? This isn’t something that he should take so lightly, he hurt you. Though you strongly feel anger festering within, a voice keeps whispering in your ear to take him back. You can’t tell if it’s what you truly want or it’s just the fear of disappointing your parents even more.

“How’s it looking?”

Your manic thoughts are pushed away with Oikawa as he walks further into the apartment to take a look around.

The flood -- you’d forgotten about that morning until this moment. Your heart starts beating faster as the memory rushes to the forefront, not just from the panic and frustration of waking up to a submerged apartment, but to the moment of the warmth under the covers with Oikawa’s firm body pressed up behind you. Had Oikawa been holding back the entire night you spent together? Of course, you didn’t know how long he’s had feelings for you, so surely if he did at the time, it must have been absolutely tempting to make a move on you. But why didn’t he? Truthfully, if the situation was switched then you would’ve taken the opportunity to…

“Not bad,” you answer, trying to force an honest smile, but Oikawa sees right through you.

“Why do you do that?” Oikawa says, his voice is tight on the cusp of irritation.

“Do what?” you respond quickly, hoping that he will just let this one go. But he doesn’t.

“Force yourself to smile like that,” he grunts. “You’re not good at hiding when you’re upset.”

“I’m not--”

“Bullshit,” he retorts with a harsh tone.

You bite your tongue, even more conflicted on what to say.

Oikawa sees that as he analyzes you, he knows it’s not easy for you to talk to him about stuff.  “Is something on your mind?” he asks softly, drawing his frustration back.

It’s hard to process, you’ve felt this heavy feeling for so long, you thought it was normal. The only time you’ve felt any reassurance is in Oikawa’s presence, yet for some reason, today the aching is much more prominent.  Everything feels so nerve wracking. You know he likes you and yet, it makes your heart throb.

“My parents,” you start with your voice a little shaky. “They think they know what’s best for me...”

“For the internship?”

“Yeah,” you reply quietly, eyes fixed on the ground. They also think they know it’s best for you to be with Ushijima, but you couldn’t tell Oikawa that. “Everything’s all set up and it could make me successful but…”

You turn away from him so your face is out of his view. The silence stretches between you for a moment. You feel oddly vulnerable, like the slightest touch will shatter you into pieces. If only it was easier to explain the constant pressure you receive from them, you might've tried to laugh about it upon telling him, just to make things a bit lighter. But, it wasn’t something you were ready to dig into.

“Then what do you want?” Oikawa asks, breaking the quietness.

The age old question that’s been going through your head this entire time. Truthfully, some answers seem so vivid now. You don’t want that internship… It’s not something that will excite you in any form. You want to work to achieve something and this feels like it’s just being handed to you because of your parents. There’s no drive for it.

But as for Ushijima, well...

“I don’t know,” you utter, shaking your head. “I don’t know if I ever will.”

“You’ll figure it out, I know you will,” Oikawa hums, before walking up to ruffle your hair.

Even as he pulls his hand away, his touch is still lingering, forcing you to catch your breath at the sudden surprise. His words are warm and caring as if he truly believes everything will fall into place. You want to believe him. Even the warmth in his eyes almost sways your skepticism, you can feel affection in them, but you can’t seem to grasp onto the hope he has. At this point you’re too stunned to even say a word as you allow your emotions to control you.

“When are you moving back in?” he asks, bringing you back to reality.

“Probably in the next couple days,” you breathe then pause staring at him for a bit while feeling your entire face burn up. An undeniable tension floats in the air and you're struggling to understand if it’s just your mind racing or it’s actually there. The way he manages to get your heart racing out of nowhere, the look he gives you when his chocolate eyes gaze at you, makes you want to melt… “Can you help?”

“Of course.”

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Now that Iwaizumi is gone, it’s only standard for you to sleep in the guest bedroom. You’re not sure why a room down the hallway was more uncomfortable, but here you were tossing and turning unable to fall asleep. Of course you have other causes to your insomnia, like the pressure of deciding whether or not you should move forward with the internship and whether or not you should get back together with Ushijima. But at the very moment, your head can’t seem to wrap around the idea that Oikawa is just down the hall.

You’ve been living with him for awhile and now you decide to be nervous about it, you think.

Tucking your head under the covers, you take a deep breath inhaling the soft scents of softener and linen, a deep contrast to the sweet scent of citrus mixed with a tinge of oak in Oikawa’s room -- which you’d noticed shortly after is the essence of Oikawa. You clench your jaw, y our brain is all messed up from everything going on. Not to mention it's strange, the way Oikawa’s been so generous lately -- sweet without being boastful or bothersome, completely unlike himself. You’re not sure what you were expecting after your “fight”, but it probably wasn’t this.

You won't be sleeping anytime soon, so you get up and grab your coat, hoping an evening walk will put your mind at ease.

The night is dark and calm as you walk down the street, sidewalk lit by a streetlamp every few steps. Though quiet, your thoughts are louder than ever, pounding at your head hounding you to make a decision. As the cool air picks up and nips at your face, you quickly shove your hands in your pockets full of tissues and a cartridge. Pulling it out, you’re reminded of the evening you first bought the pack of smokes, how your agony ripped you apart to the point you had to turn to a bad habit. The recollection of relief pulsing through your body after inhaling the rich smoke tempted you as you open the pack and take out a stale cigarette that’s a bit crumpled.

The emptiness sets in and your eyes begin to gloss over as you think of what you should do next. For a moment the stress of your future can temporarily disappear with one breath, but how disappointed would Oikawa be if you did so.

That evening, when he called you in the midst of your smoke, he didn’t even know what had happened, but he was still there in a way. His voice echoes your head as he slurs that he hopes Ushijima makes you happy… It makes you hot and flustered. Oikawa always just wants what is best for you. Even if it didn’t benefit him…

You crush the cigarette into your palm and with that a shiver went down your spine. The heavy feeling in your chest seemed to lift itself a little and you almost thought you were standing a bit taller.

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Fiddling with your pen, you look up once again at the time; class is almost over. Oikawa sits beside you, seemingly locked in on the professor's lecture. It feels unfamiliar to see him taking notes, attentively listening -- his concentration is normally as lacking as yours. Today your attention span is the worst it’s ever been trying to hone in on the dull monotone voice that booms across the class.

Then an idea sparks.

Quickly you try to grab the pen that Oikawa is writing with, but his reflexes are too swift for you as he jerks it away from your reach. A loud obnoxious screech from your chair lurching forward interrupts your professor in the middle of his lesson.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” the professor asks, while everyone’s eyes turn to you.

It’s awkward as you scoff under your breath, but sit up and readjust your seat.

“Y--yes, everything is good,” you say before having the professor return back to his stale lecture.

You let out a sigh while your face gets all flushed. The taste of desperation coats your mouth and it’s so overwhelming that you had to go to uncomfortable lengths just to feel the slightest bit of normalcy between the two of you. There’s just something about the way his irritation spikes through his tight-lipped smile and balling of fists while his eyes glare at you. You missed it.

Suddenly, a quiet snicker sounds beside you. In the corner of your eye, you can see a softness in Oikawa’s appearance and he's slightly smirking. You try not to make it obvious that you notice, but it makes your heart melt a little.

The remainder of the lesson, you continue to replay the way Oikawa’s lips almost turned up to a smile. You wish you got more of a reaction out of him, but it was enough to reassure things.  When the professor gives his final dismissal, Oikawa pops up to pack up his belongings. There’s this longing of wishing you could sit beside him longer as you slowly collect your things.

“Ushiwaka is here,”  Oikawa says, gesturing to the doorway.

You glance at the doorway noticing a familiar figure poking his head in. His eyes survey the classroom and before meeting yours, you quickly dart them away.

“Are you kidding?” you say under your breath, quickly zipping up your bag, feeling a flash of irritation course through your veins. “I’ll be right back.”

Oikawa raises his brow as he watches you speed towards Ushijima. He knew something like this was going to happen. It was only a matter of time.

But you weren’t pleased with Ushijima’s appearance.

"What are you doing?” you fume, you were quite pissed off as you pout your lips in petulant annoyance.

“I wanted to walk you to your next class,” Ushijima admits so nonchalantly it grinds your teeth.

"N--no," you reply, losing your focus to Oikawa walking by. “No, I don’t need--”

“I need to make up for the time we’ve lost together,” Ushijima adds, eyes locked on to yours that are wandering past him looking at Oikawa who’s getting further and further away.

"I-- I can’t. Please just… I need more space,” you sputter before swallowing hard your body leading to Oikawa’s direction.

"Take whatever time you need, I'll be waiting,” is what you think you heard from him as you catch up to Oikawa, but you don’t really care because your heart feels like everything you did in the moment was unlawful. You didn’t want Oikawa to get the wrong idea, and you feel like he might have, it makes you sick. Just when things started to repair with him, Ushijima just had to sweep in.

“What did he want?” Oikawa asks, his gaze ahead. “Did you finally accept his proposal?”

“What? No," you answer, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re really taking your time with this aren’t you,” he mumbles. “You better figure it out quick, he’s not going to wait for you forever.”

“He can wait,” you say to which Oikawa glances at you.

You get to a fork in the hallway that branches off to your next class or leads to outside the building. Oikawa raises his hand to bid farewell, but you stop planting your feet and take a deep breath.

“Toru.”

He stops and looks over at you…

“Can you come with me…. to my parents?” you breathe. “I don’t want to do the internship. I just don’t want to go alone to tell them.”

Hesitant of his answer, you wait for his response.

“I’d be happy to.”

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“I don’t know if I’m ready,” you whine, abruptly stopping on the sidewalk in front of your parents house. The sun hides behind the dark clouds, almost seeming like a sigh that you shouldn’t move forward with your plan, but gently touches your back.

“It will be alright,” Oikawa says softly as you try to push away the heat of his touch.

You’re sure that because Oikawa is here with you, you can go through with it. Even if you’re on the verge of retreating, it’s in fact, much more relieving to have him support you on the sidelines.

Every ounce of you pushes your body forward towards the front door. The ominous illusion of a stone cold castle looms over you as you press your finger to the doorbell.  The anxiety starts to build up as you look back to Oikawa. He gives you a smile and your face is hot, worried about what's to come from this conversation.

The door unlatches and slowly opens.

“Oh, hello,” your mom says, eyes wide yet narrow glaring down at you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Hi,” you respond shyly. You wanted to grab Oikawa’s body to shield you from your mom’s unpleasant aura, but of course you plant your feet. “This is Toru Oikawa.”

Looking back at him to check in and see if he too is incapacitated from her energy. But he isn’t.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he says with a bow.

“How charming, come in!” she greets.

Oikawa straightens up, smoothing out his shirt before fixing his hair. Your eyes widen in awe - his calm confidence is visionary. You didn’t remotely feel comfortable around your mother and Oikawa is smooth and endearing. You're definitely always bringing him with you when you have to see your parents.

Your poorly hidden anxiety is noted on Oikawa’s behalf as he raises an eyebrow and flicks you on the forehead.

“Don’t stress!” Oikawa smiles.

Entering into the house, you two take off your shoes and make your way into the dining area where your mom awaits you. The rooms feel remarkably lifeless and empty.

“Where’s dad?” you ask, taking a seat at the dining table as Oikawa follows suit, sitting next to you.

“Oh working again, doesn’t know when to stop,” your mom sighs. Her eyes trail to Oikawa and her gaze feels so much softer compared to the daggers she throws at you. “Would you like some tea? Water?”

Her gaze lingers as she patiently waits for an answer.

“Thank you, but I’m alright,” he replies.

She turns to you and your heart leaps out of your chest, her stare feels like it could drag your soul out of your body.

“No, I’m fine,” you say, voice shaky as you swallow hard, forcing the next couple words out of your mouth. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about the internship.”

Your mom’s intimidating demeanor drops immediately, her eyes twinkling with excitement while taking a seat across from you.

“Oh they’re so delighted to have you,” she croons. “They’ve even made you a care package in anticipation of your arrival!”

“See, the thing is…”

Your mom’s blissful face cuts.

“What’s wrong,” she says, making the question more of a blank statement.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just--”

“You think a mother wouldn’t know her own daughter.”

“It’s just--”

“Spit it out.”

You hold your breath, not sure how to present it. Looking at Oikawa, his eyes are full of affection and reassurance, you’ve come this far and you can’t back out of it now.

“Are you quitting?” she murmurs, gazing at you with a stern, cold look on her face.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to cushion the blow. But her eyes grow with more displeasure.

“Excuse me,” she hisses.

The air cuts thin. You’re quiet upon hearing the disappointment in her voice, and can understand why she’d be absolutely mortified.

“All that your father and I have done for you,” she barks. “This is how you repay us?”

I knew this was going to happen, you think to yourself as the worst case scenario seems to be on track with her reaction.

“I want to find somewhere else to intern,” you breathe, scared your words are just going to start a war. Her eyes have blaze in them won’t go out. There’s so much passion to make you like her, but even more successful, despite you going against her wishes. Something in her aura makes you want to run, but running is all you’ve ever done. It’s time to face your fears. “Please, let me explain.”

She doesn’t speak, her scowl says everything as she leans back in her chair, arms crossed against her chest.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, ever since I first went in for the interview,” you begin trembling. “Everyone was so welcoming and so excited to have me, but something just doesn’t feel right.”

“So you’re going to be selfish and only think about yourself?” she argues.

You recognize your anxiety from earlier stirring in your stomach. Your mom isn’t the easiest person to speak to, especially when her face radiates failure and suffering, this is quite possibly the most horrified you’ve seen her.

“It’s not what I want to do with my degree. I want to look somewhere else that will make me feel more fulfilled.”

“What you want is a mistake,” she thunders.

Her words are like knives digging into your heart. She just seems so distraught, and obviously cares about your future, but you can’t do this anymore.

You stand up from the table and bow deeply. “Will you please trust me? That’s all I ask.”

The room is silent as tension fills the air, you don’t really know what to expect as you shut your eyes tight waiting for a reaction. You’re expecting to be yelled at-- not to mention a shock wave of embarrassment protruding through you in front of Oikawa. The moment is painful and you don’t know what to do. You remain in the deep bow waiting.

“Alright. You don’t need to be so ridiculous, bowing...” she mumbles. You stand up and she has her hand clasp to her forehead. “You’re father’s going to kill me, but alright.”

Your heart rate increases, uncertain what she means by that, because you thought you’d misheard her.

“I guess it’s about time you’ve made your own decisions,” she says. “I was beginning to believe you’d continue to go along with it, but you’re your own person now.”

Shock and confusion washes over you, mixed with hope and excitement. You press your palm to your heart wondering if it’s about to beat out of your chest.

“Just don’t come crying when nothing goes your way,” she adds.

Letting out a huge breath, your lips upturn to a smile.

“Thank you,” you say. And it’s genuine.

[rottenbrains]

Not this time.

Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader

Wordcount : 1799 words

Warning : failed attempt of slight angst, spoiler from manga, and trashy writing from yours truly

It's the last day of high school and most of the graduates are rushing for their last chance to confess before the chances of meeting decrease to almost none. And it's not that different for the ace of Seijoh's volleyball team, Iwaizumi Hajime.

Except that instead of confessing, he was on his way to meet his girlfriend which is you.

After being chased by Oikawa's fangirls (because Oikawa followed his best friend whenever he went) for half an hour, Iwaizumi managed to escape from the hyenas and jogged towards the back of the gym, the usual place you guys would meet in secret since no one knew about your relationship.

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"It's not like you have a boyfriend... there's no reason to reject me, y'know", the male whispered to your right ear breathily before moving slowly towards your face while his arms caged you, rendered you from moving away from him as your back kissed the wall. Pressured and flustered, you tried to pry him away by pushing him as he tried to close the gap between you two.

"Um, Tsukahara-kun... you're too close. Please move away..." you begged him as you turned your face away from him before he forced you to face him again, painful pressure felt in your cheek. Without a warning, his lips smashed with yours. His chapped lips scared you, your hands shaped like fists as you tried to push him back. Knowing that your real boyfriend would arrive any moment now, you exerted all your energy to push him away. But, being the captain of the soccer club, his strong body just won't be easy to move.

"I didn't expect to be here just to see how you sucked someone else's face"

Hearing his voice somehow gave you another set of power to push the soccer player off you. Or maybe the male was shocked that he took a step away from you, like a deer caught in the headlight.

"Haji-"

"It's okay. Have fun there."

The guy let you go while still in a trance as you stumbled your way to clear the misunderstanding with Iwaizumi. When you finally caught his wrist, he stopped and forcefully pulled away from your hand from his using his free hand.

"We won't be meeting again, so don't worry. Now, goodbye."

After finishing his farewell, he quickens his pace to meet his friends and go back home. Leaving you, trembling from the shock and heartbreak, not even being able to explain a damn thing.

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Mattsun came back to the table with drinks for his two available best friends. With Oikawa currently in Brazil and was busy playing beach volleyball the popular 'Ninja Shoyou', they're slowly starting to decrease in number. Now that Iwaizumi decided to go to California, only the 'meme-pair' would be left in Japan while the latter two migrate to the other side of the world.

"Seriously... you guys made it looks like we're not from the same university, planning a meetup before my flight", Iwaizumi scoffed while he took the cold drink that Mattsun bought for him, as a token on 'not forgetting their friendship'. Makki chuckled at the statement, realizing the relevance of it since they did attend the same university so it's quite a joke to see them meeting up like they haven't met for years. Mattsun, on the other hand just lets his butt fall to the soft seat as he glared at the male.

"Attending the same university doesn't mean we're always together. Being in the same faculty AND course with the creampuff-lover means BOTH of us stuck together while you're busy with your physical training and classes", Mattsun jeered while pointing to the pink-haired coursemate that happened to be his best friend since high school. Enjoying his vanilla latte, Makki just continued to sip on his drink while the two kept on exchanging disses for each other. Soon after the disses comes to an end, the trio started to share some more dumb moments as the reminisced the memories.

"The two decided to get marry after graduation, so both of them are busy now... money and stuff, of course"

"Well, getting married is basically an investment. That is to be expected..."

As the meme-pair are busy sharing the lives of their other friends from before, Iwaizumi found himself lost in thought as his friends kept on yapping about others.

"After we're done with school and college, I'll be waiting for your proposal... okay?"

A distant promise decided to visit him as his friends talked about marriage.

A forgotten promise between him and Y/n.

Like a lightning, all his memories with Y/n came rushing in. All their secret dates, late-night calls, occasional bento that he found on his table,  chocolates that he slipped inside her bag when he realized that Y/n was tired the whole day in class. Despite keeping it a secret can be a pain in the ass, but the relationship was fun nonetheless. now that all the memories came flooding in, a stinging pain spread all through his heart as a certain sentence repeats itself like a broken record in his mind.

"I didn't expect to be here just to see how you sucked someone else's face"

His head hurts, remembering his choice of words at that moment.

"It's okay. Have fun there."

He wanted to retract his words, remembering the pain that's visible from Y/n's face as he stepped away from the place.

"We won't be meeting again, so don't worry. Now, goodbye."

He felt like punching himself in the face when he remembered forcing Y/n's hand off his that afternoon. On that day, he was planning to tell her... that he wanted to stop hiding the relationship. The only reason he wanted to hide it was to save himself and Y/n from Oikawa's teases as his teases can be brutal sometimes. That day, he'd bet that she was going to be so excited when he told her about it since she's been patiently waiting for him to be ready to tell the world about his girlfriend. If only he'd stopped on his tracks and listened to her explanation, he might be the one that's busy preparing for his marriage with her.

Instead, he pushed her away without giving him any chance to explain herself.

"Oi, are you listening to me??" Makki slapped Iwaizumi's forearm, snapping him from his personal reminiscing session. Blinking his eyes, he focused back on his friends.

"Yeah, yeahh, you do-"

A big lump emerged inside his neck, stopping his words from coming out when he saw a young lady walked towards the cafe's counter.

Those glossy H/C locks tied neatly into a ponytail.

The soft smile that decorated her face.

Those bubbly steps that she possessed.

The warm presence she exuded.

All those features threaten him to walk towards her, leaving his friends behind as the hope of being able to apologize and get her back weakens his self-control to not embarrass himself.

But, the small figure that holds her hand just blew all the hope away. The small boy looks so identical to her, it's clear as day that the boy is her son. As the small hope dispersed into thin air, he felt himself weaken from the sight as he slowly collects his undamaged mind to focus back with the conversations he somehow shared with his friends. Faking a smile, he started to force some response in the story when a small ball made its way to Makki's leg.

"I'm sorry..." the owner of the ball bowed his head as an apology for letting the ball bumped with the older male's leg. Not minding the interruption, Makki smiled at the kid as he ruffled the boy's hair, earning a fit of giggles from him. Iwaizumi looked at the boy, it was the same kid that held into Y/n's hand at the counter. He looked at the kid, shocked at the fact that the kid was so near to him. From beside him, Mattsun suddenly spoke.

"He really looked like Y/n-san from high school...". Hearing that, Makki agreed by laughing along with the kid as the mentioned person from high school approached their table.

"Um, I'm sorry if he's bo-"

The air seems to freeze, as it becomes harder for Iwaizumi and Y/n to breathe when their eyes met. As the child returns back to the female's presence, Makki and Mattsun sweatdropped at the sudden change of air between all of them. Mattsun soon realized that there is some hidden history between the two, being the perceptive person he is. Makki just stayed dumbfounded by the awkward tension.

Few seconds passed and Iwaizumi realized that his friends had become quite bothered by the situation while the boy eyed all of them with pure curiosity. From the awkwardness of this sudden meet up with 'the one that got away', he decided to break the ice somehow. He knows that both of them could die from the tension itself. But, he's too afraid that he would make a mistake to further push her away, that he spat out the words he dreaded the most.

"So, he's your son?"

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"He's my nephew, Iwaizumi-san."

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The next day.

"Seriously! He had a fucking ex, and we knew about this a day before he's going to California. Can you see the friendship bond there? 'Cause I can't!!" Mattsun blabbered to Makki as both of them made their way towards him.

"I still can't believe you called me Iwaizumi-san yesterday..."

"Well, I can't believe you thought that the kid was my son."

"But, he looks just like you..."

"Hajime, I have siblings... Oh, maybe you've already forgotten about it."

"Babe, we're not starting this again..."

Playful banters are exchanged between you and Hajime. With his hands enveloping yours, it feels just like during high school. The only difference was that both of you were not hiding it anymore.

"Still... I really don't expect you would follow him to the other side after years of not seeing each other, Y/n-chan", Makki said with pure amazement lacing his words. Hearing that, Hajime tightens his hold on your hands while tugging me to his embrace.

"Well, I'm totally not leaving her this time. And I will never will."

Bonus.

"Iwa-chan and Y/n-chan are together?!" Oikawa's voice boomed from the smartphone's speaker while Makki and Mattsun snickered in front of the camera.

"Yeah... and too bad you're the last one to know!"

Hearing that, Oikawa shed tears while wailing about how his childhood friend kept a secret from him all this time. While you joined the pair laughing in front of Oikawa through the video-call, Hajime shouts in front of the phone in order to shut Oikawa's mouth.

"Shut up, Shittykawa!!!"

Seriously, attempts on angst writing really sucks!!!! Well, sorry to the ones that read this thing and decided to vomit TT.TT

I’m sorry for only writing now, since i’ve been busy recording presentations and writing reports for assignments in university. I’m on my way back to you guys, so stay tuned!!!

and feel free to drop some request or rants (because now it’s time for me to procrastinate on my assignments)