#mtsm: haikyuu fluff

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▸ title: shrine visit ▸ details: m. atsumu × f!reader and son | 700+ words | fluff, domestic ▸ more details: unedited. welcome to my new blog! feedback is highly appreciated!

"Osamu-kun?" you called from your phone while waiting for your rented taxi to arrive. You did your best to finish all the things you have to work on as soon as possible. The last thing you want is to break a promise you've made to your son. "I didn't manage to catch them here. Would you mind calling me if ever you see them?" You adjusted the ornament you've placed on your hair. "And try to keep them from going anywhere?"

Osamu calls your name after chuckling. "Take a deep breath, dork." You frowned upon hearing his playful way of addressing you. "I could see them from here." Then, he briefly paused. "Seriously, he's looking more and more like him every passing day!" he exclaims.

You sigh in relief after learning that you don't have to search the entire place to find your husband and son.

"Oh, please. Tell me more about it," you replied before a cab stops in front of you. "My ride is here," you told him as you enter the vehicle. "Were they wearing their matching yukatas?"

Instead of hearing a response to your question, you heard your husband's voice from the other line. . . along with the soft sniffling of your son. "Your mom will be here too. I've told you earlier, right? Don't you trust me?"

"Who would trust your face, scrub?"

You shook your head upon hearing Osamu's response and you could already imagine the frown on Atsumu's face. Those two. . . they'll probably piss off each other until they're wrinkly.

Your string of thoughts was interrupted by Osamu calling your son. "I thought you said you look more handsome than your father?" Your son's sobs were becoming more quiet. "Do you remember that picture I've shown you before? The one where that scrub was wailing?"

"Ung. . . he doesn't look that good in that one."

"That's right. But you know, you kinda look a lot like him in that picture while you're wailing."

"I see nothing wrong with that!" your husband retorted. Then, there was a pregnant pause. "STOP HANGING OUT WITH MY SON, YOU SCRUB!"

You pursed your lips as you try to keep yourself from laughing out loud. Oh, how you wish you could witness everything while they're bantering. It's been awhile since they acted this way. In front of your son, that is.

Your eyes glimmered as you approach the nearby temple where you three planned to visit that night. As soon as the cab stopped, you immediately stepped out the vehicle and head upstairs.

If you were in a different situation, you would certainly appreciate the structure of the century old stone walls and stairs. Upon arriving at the end of the stairs, you roamed your eyes until you've spotted the spot where most food carts are located.

You instantly spotted the three dorks because (1) who wouldn't recognize Miya Atsumu? (2) Almost everyone who knows Onigiri Miya's been looking forward to try them tonight. (3) They're awfully loud.

"Tsumu—"

"Oh, you're here." You raised your eyebrow as he turns his attention back at his twin. "Wait, you're here?" he asked as soon as he snapped his head towards your direction, with his eyes widening.

Your son started making a fuss, wanting to run towards your and shower you with affection. However, instead of heeding his son's request, Atsumu walks towards you before placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to make it," he whispers as his lips hovers over yours.

"Wouldn't miss this night for the world," you responded before turning to your son. "I told you I'd be here," you told your son after taking him from Atsumu's arms.

Your son immediately nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck with his arms wrapped around you, as if he was afraid that you're going anywhere without him. “I’m here,” you said softly before pressing your lips against his temple. “I’m sorry for not waking you up earlier before leaving.”

“He finished his breakfast earlier,” Atsumu began as his hand rests on your lower back. “I almost messed up our lunch though,” he added before kissing the top of your head. “Luckily, I found your note.”

“I knew you would mess it up,” you joked.

Atsumu lightly pinched your hip earning a giggle from you. “You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbles, making you smile.

“I know.” 

▸ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Blurred Lines

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Iwaizumi Hajime × F!Reader

𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: 1.5k+ words | slight angst, some fluff | lots of time skip

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your relationship with Iwaizumi Hajime is quite blurry. You've never broken up before he left to study overseas, but you weren't in a long distance relationship either. Then, he decided to return to Japan. 

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi, @sckyie​! I’m your Secret Santa! (✿◕‿◕✿) I hope that you’ll like this one. I know this is far from the one you asked for, but I still hope that you’ll like it! Enjoy! 

Special note: Thank you for beta reading this one, @writeiolite​!!! It really made this one better. ✪ ω ✪

“I won’t apologize for making you stay behind today,” Iwaizumi began while the two of you were walking towards the main gate of Aoba Johsai. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning to stay behind either, but. . .” he sighs while scratching the back of his head. “. . . there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

The two of you stood next to each other while waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. There was a comforting silence between the two of you. Neither of you dared to say a word—more like you’d rather keep your lips sealed as you wait for him to say what he’s been keeping for so long.

For almost two minutes of silence, you suddenly felt his warm hand holding yours. His hands were bigger than yours, but as you properly intertwined your fingers with each other. You know that your relationship with Aoba Johsai’s ace is about to change.

At least, that’s what you both thought until he received the acceptance letter from California. It turned out that a long distance relationship is harder than you two had expected.

Iwaizumi was hesitant when you two were discussing whether you should stay in a relationship or if you should take some time off. But a few months later, you two just lost that spark.

That was years ago.

And this is now.

❧

“Technically speaking, you two are still in a relationship, right?” Oikawa began while looking at his best friend who’s busy rummaging the contents of his drawers. “I mean, neither of you deleted the photos you’ve shared online nor removed that in a relationship status. So, I assume that you’re still together.”

“Maybe? Maybe not?” he briefly replied. Iwaizumi sighs heavily before turning to his small table where he left his phone. “Fuck. I don’t think I have the right clothes to wear tomorrow. What should I wear?”

“You should wear the jeans you bought before coming home.” Oikawa cheekily raised his eyebrows while grinning. “Y/N-chan would definitely love to see you in those jeans.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at his best friend. “Y/N’s not like you, Shittykawa.”

“I’m hurt,” Oikawa replied. “I’m pretty sure she’ll like to see you wear anything. . . but she’ll probably love it if you’re not wearing anything.”

“That’s it!” Iwaizumi’s voice rose before reaching for his phone to end the phone call. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he added in a threatening way.

“Iwa-chan, wait! You’ll pick up Makki tomorrow, okay?” Oikawa reminded him. “Y/N’s still trying to get her driver’s license.”

“Okay. Later.”

Iwaizumi threw his phone on his bed before rubbing his face with his hands in frustration. “What should I wear?”

❧

“Hi.”

One word and a charming smile.

It’s been five years since he moved to California to study and yet Iwaizumi Hajime still has that same effect on you. You were hoping that you’d be able to get over him, but to no avail, your feelings towards him still lingered over the years.

How would you be able to get over him when he’s still the same gentle person you met in high school? How could you possibly erase all of the memories you shared with him before he left?

“H-Hi,” you stuttered as you stood a few feet away from him, wearing the clothes you’ve chosen from last night. Choosing the best clothes to wear for that day wasn’t an easy feat. Not when you’re going to be inside the same car with the man who owned your heart for years. “It’s been a while.”

Hajime nodded his head in agreement. “I know,” he says before looking into your eyes. For a moment, you noticed how his eyes soften. Then, he cleared his throat. “Uh. . . Shall we. . .” he pursed his lips. “. . .shall we go?” he asked after composing himself.

“O-Oh. . . Yeah. . . Sure.”

He suddenly offered you his hand. You stare at it in confusion. Are you supposed to hold his hand? What if that’s not what he meant? Will you take the risk of embarrassing yourself in front of your crush? Probably.

“Uh. . .”

“L-Let me carry your bag.”

Oh.

“Thank you,” you said as you forced a smile. You took the backpack strap off of your shoulders before handing it to him. Iwaizumi opened the car’s door for you to climb into the passenger seat.

Too afraid that you’d end up squeaking your response, you chose to purse your lips before smiling at him. Your blood rushed to your face as soon as he shut the door. You discreetly fan your face with your hand in an attempt to cool down your face.

(While he walked towards the driver’s seat, Iwaizumi rubbed his neck. Uncertain of how to react once the two of you are inside the car.)

You immediately composed yourself as soon as he opened the door and settled in the driver’s seat. As much as you wanted to appreciate the physical changes in his body, you chose not to.

“All set?” he asked. You nodded your head as you squeak a ‘yes’ before covering your lips. Iwaizumi chuckled before driving away from your place.

❧

After three and a half hours of listening to an old playlist that you two had created years ago, you’ve arrived at the rest stop near Miyagi. It was nostalgic, but, at the same time, it was also heartbreaking.

You leaned against the window and tried to keep yourself distracted by the cars passing next to you, but it wasn’t working.

Not when it’s quite a challenge to not look at him. The black sweater he wore accentuated his well-built body. Especially his biceps.

Oh, his biceps. His delectable biceps.

“So. . . how have you been?”

Your gaze shifted from his arms to his face. You immediately noticed the playful smile on his lips as if he knew what you were doing moments ago.

“I’m fine. . . uh. . . I recently joined the Schweiden Adlers’ team and met Tobio there. Oh, Toshi’s there too.” Then you giggled. “I remember telling Oikawa about it, but instead of congratulating me for getting that job, he told me that I was betraying him.”

“That’s Shittykawa for you,” he replied.

“How about you? I-uh. . . haven’t heard much about you since. . . then.”

Iwaizumi pursed his lips before sighing. “I’m still me,” he briefly said before clearing his throat. “I’m back for good.”

You glanced his way and caught him looking at you. “T-That’s. . . That’s amazing. . . great.”

You look away from him before wiping the tears from your eyes. It was difficult to put your feelings into words after hearing that news from him.

You were happy to know that he’ll be back for good. But. . .  there was also that fear of the unknown. You couldn’t help but wonder where you’ll be in his life from then on.

You’ve never broken up.

At least, that’s what you believe in for years. The two of you became too busy building your personal lives and careers that you two lost contact with each other. But now that he’s back. . . would he formally end what you two have? Had?

“Y/N. . .” he sighed. “. . . there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

The moment has come. The moment you’ve been dreading to come.

“Are we still together?”

“I’m not sure.” You faced him with glassy eyes. “Are we?”

Iwaizumi remained silent as he parked the car in an empty space. You wiped the tears from your eyes and unfastened your seatbelt.

You stormed out of the car and made your way towards the establishment. You couldn’t stand the silence between the two of you. You couldn’t accept the possibility of him formally ending what you have. . . had.

“Y/N.”

“Give me some space.”

“Listen to me!” Iwaizumi grabbed you by your wrist, forcing you to stop in your tracks. You looked at him with your bloodshot eyes. “Listen to me,” he repeated softly.

His hand cupped your cheeks. “For years, it’s always been you. It will always be you.” He gently rests his forehead against yours. “And I chose to come back here because of you.”

“What?” you asked with a shaky voice.

He pressed his lips against your forehead before pulling away. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

At that moment, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back began to cascade your cheeks. “Why didn’t you say so immediately?” you asked while nuzzling your face against his chest.

Iwaizumi chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry,” he said before kissing your forehead.

The warmth he gave you on that cold winter day remains up until today—years after that cringe-y stunt you two had pulled off in front of a souvenir shop.

❧

Extra:

“Oi, Oikawa. Are you sure he’ll pick me up here? I’ve been waiting for hours, you know?” Hiro asked while sitting on the bench near the spot where they’d agreed to pick him up.

“I don’t—Oh.” Oikawa clears his throat before chuckling nervously. “They just arrived here.”

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