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HQ Seijoh & Ushijima - Y/N Being Seijoh's Manager and Ushijima's Girlfriend (Fluff)
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If Seijoh had a manager, they will really cherish her. They each have their own way of cherishing her. Hanamaki usually shares his snacks with her while Matsukawa gives her hugs. Meanwhile, Iwaizumi and Oikawa especially cherishes her because she's their childhood friend. They grew up together. Iwaizumi will take care of her as if he is her mom while Oikawa is like her brother. They are like a one big family.
But imagine, what if y/n, the manager they cherish a lot, is in love with Ushijima? What if Ushijima returns her feelings and they end up dating? It is as if the world is ending for Seijoh. They don't want to believe it. They refuse to.
"I WOULD PROBABLY DISAPPROVE EVERYONE, BUT STILL!!!" Oikawa yelled when y/n told them her relationship with Ushijima. "WHY HIM OUT OF EVERYONE?! I DISAPPROVE THIS RELATIONSHIP!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
Usually, Iwaizumi would have threw a volleyball to Oikawa by now for being loud, but this time was an exception. He agrees with Oikawa. In fact, everyone else agrees with him. They would have disapproved anyone, but out of everyone, why him?
Oikawa, out of everyone, will try his hardest to reason out with y/n regarding her relationship with Ushijima, but it wasn't enough to make y/n change her mind. "Don't worry, I'm still rooting for Seijoh and not Shiratorizawa. Regardless of my relationship with Toshi, I'm still Seijoh's only manager."
Oikawa sulks at it, but in the end, he raised the white flag. This seems to put an end to the discussion regarding her relationship with Ushijima, but imagine them meeting each other during the tournament. Now that's a different story. They will all be letting out dark aura as they glared at Ushijima. Although Ushijima wouldn't care.
"Toshi!" y/n ran towards him with open arms.
Ushijima opened his arms as well and let her run into him. Y/n smiled widely as she tilted her head upwards to look at him. Ushijima smiled softly at that as he tightened his arms around her.
When Seijoh saw this scene, they were stunned. Same thing goes for Shiratorizawa. That Ushijima smiled?! But they can see that Ushijima cherishes her as he is supposed to, and how happy y/n looks with him.
"As long as she is happy." Iwaizumi said to which everyone nodded at.
Bonus not really:
When Oikawa saw Ushijima, he immediately scowled as he stomped towards him along with Iwaizumi following after him.
"You better not make y/n-chan cry, Ushiwaka!" Oikawa scowled with his arms crossed.
"Why will I do that?" Ushijima tilted his head in confusion.
"I know that's what I needed to hear, but why am I incredibly annoyed by this?!" Oikawa ruffled his hair in frustration.
"For once I agree with you," Iwaizumi scowled as well as he looked like he was about to strangle someone. "I just can't stand him, but I need to for y/n."
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♡ anime masterlist ♡
pov: your camera roll if you were part of the aoba johsai vbc.
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you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.
your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.
you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.
tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.
so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.
you tell him everything you've ever thought about him—how you admire his drive and his passion, how you have looked up to him for years and years. how you have never felt so deeply for someone before knowing him. it comes out in a rushed ramble of words, all those nights of practicing in the mirror doing nothing for you in the actual moment. you stumble a few times, your face getting warmer with every word, and yet as each sentence falls forth you feel a weight lift from your shoulders—the flesh of your lungs clatter against your ribs, anxious and eager.
tooru inhales, gaze darting between your eyes and then flitting downwards. even in the dark of the night, you can see the pinkish hue crawling up his neck, can see the way he fidgets with his own fingers. he stares at you, lips parted as a wide array of emotions flit over his handsome features—they finally settle into a strange combination of apologetic and resigned.
and then he tells you no.
he tells you that volleyball will always take precedence, that he has already mapped out his future, which is too far away from you. he tells you about argentina and how his mind is made up. he tells you that he's flattered, that he's glad you're friends but that's all he can do right now.
“i'm sorry,” he says with a grimace. he studiously avoids looking at you, but you can't stop staring at him—your stomach sinks as he turns to head inside.
it takes you months to muster up the courage to tell him. it takes him two minutes to say no to you.
the rejection stings in a way that is unfamiliar, and you take a shaky breath as you walk down the street to catch up with the others.
the humiliation makes itself known in the form of a painful lump in your throat—unmoving and heavy. when you glance up you see that the third years have hung back, waiting for you. makki is wearing a knowing grin, but it falters when he sees your expression. mattsun, ever observant, seems to immediately understand, and he wordlessly slings an arm over your shoulder.
all you can do is awkwardly chuckle, knowing that it sounds weak and throaty as you shake your head. “i feel stupid,” you admit, voice wobbling as heat burns through your skin—unpleasant and unwelcome.
“you're not stupid,” makki mutters, hands shoved deep in his pockets as his lips slant regretfully. you stare at the ground, nodding slowly under the weight of mattsun's arm. your lungs ache, and you know that if you open your mouth, you will lose it entirely. so all you can manage to do is look up at iwa with glassy eyes and trembling lips and a rueful smile that probably makes you look as pathetic as you feel.
you don't notice the way his fists are clenched at his sides, nails digging indents into his palms. he grits his teeth, gaze flitting to oikawa's house in the background, but he doesn't say anything.
none of them speak as they walk you home, and you try your best to keep the sniffles to a minimum, too embarrassed to look at them.
you've never felt pain like this before, and it's hard to get over it because everything reminds you of tooru. it's like someone has taken a knife and carved into your ribcage, grasping your heart before taking it out crushing it between bloodied fingers. but even despite the gaping hole in your chest you know that there are expectations to be met, things to be done.
that's the strange thing about your silly unrequited love—it hurts and hurts and hurts some more until it stops one day before you can realize it. even though your chest is still bleeding you go on with life—you go to university, you get a job, you pay bills. you get up in the morning and brush your hair and drink water and tie your shoes until the wound closes itself up. you start smiling a little wider and laughing a little freer until oikawa tooru is nothing more than an old name.
and of course there are instances where you are reminded of him and what could've been, whether it's seeing milk bread in a supermarket or passing by children hitting a volleyball over a net out in the sun. you know very well that your friends are occasionally still in contact with their old captain, not that this bothers you. after all, mattsun, makki, and iwa were very careful not to bring him up around you, which you're grateful for. so even hearing the name in passing becomes easier.
it is difficult until it isn't anymore.
you've all but forgotten him now, after years and years and years—nothing more than a distant memory.
so imagine the sinking feeling of dread pooling in your stomach when you walk into the restaurant on makki's birthday and see oikawa tooru sitting at the bar, drink in hand. his eyes are alight as he laughs at whatever conversation he's joined, dark hair falling into his eyes messily.
one step forward, ten steps back.
for a second you can't help but stare, breath stolen from your lungs because it feels like the knife is back and twisting itself into your flesh all over again. there is a panic rising in your throat, suffocating and overwhelming and jarring.
tooru lifts his glass to his lips, hiding his grin as his gaze lazily travels over the expanse of the room.
another surge of panic. the familiar sting of humiliation.
he pauses as he's about to take a sip, brown eyes widening when they land on you, and you see the sharp inhale he takes. his stare doesn't waver, too consumed by shock to look away.
and yet that's all you can do—tear your eyes away because you're different now and it's long gone and you know there is no point in going down that rabbit hole again.
it was a lifetime ago—it's done now.
but you will never know how long tooru thought of you after that night back in high school. you will never know that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the way your face fell at his rejection. you will never know that he bit his tongue so hard it bled as he watched you walk away from him. you will never know that he spent countless nights in argentina wondering what you were up to and how you were. you will never know that sacrificing you for his beloved sport was the hardest thing he's ever done.
so imagine the sinking feeling of dread tooru feels when he sees the way your eyes light up as you find your way over to iwa's side.
@teddybeartoji this is for you mickey ily hehehehehe
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say red.
featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader
contains: academic rivals to lovers, dom!Iwaizumi, rough s*x, degradation, dirty talk, creampie
note: all characters are over 18!
MDNI | 18+ content
word count: 2k
series: 1. say red | 2. say red | 3. say red
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You’d never paid attention to Iwaizumi Hajime. Just another face in the lecture hall, another voice answering questions, another serious guy with a serious face taking things so seriously.
It’s only when you’re paired together to work on a semester-long project that you pay attention to him for the first time. And wow – he’s fucking annoying.
“We need to meet up more than once every two weeks,” Iwaizumi tells you, frowning at your suggestion. “We won’t get enough done before the deadline.”
“It’ll be fiiiine,” you sigh. “The project barely contributes to our grade. All we need to do is pass.”
Iwaizumi narrows his olive eyes at you, entirely displeased.
“How are you,” he bites out. “… top of the class?”
You give him a sweet smile, throwing up a peace sign.
“Because I’m great, obviously.”
You had somewhat noticed that Iwaizumi’s name was always second below yours whenever test scores were published. It’s clear that’s a sticking point for him because he clenches his teeth so hard, you can see a muscle bouncing in his jaw.
“We’re meeting up twice a week,” Iwaizumi says, standing. When you open your mouth to protest, he gives you a hard look. “That’s final.”
You roll your eyes and shrug.
“Fine, fine.” A grin crawls across your face. “Iwa.”
He shoots you a disgusted look.
“Don’t call me that.”
“What, Iwa? It’s cute.”
Iwaizumi pokes his tongue into his cheek and rolls his eyes skyward.
“Whatever.”
With that, he gathers his bag and stomps out of the lecture hall. Your gaze follows the back of him as he disappears, the smile only slipping off your face when he leaves.
“So annoying,” you mutter to yourself, packing up your own things.
But it’s only until the end the semester. You can grin and bear it that long. Plus, it’s like you said before – the project barely impacts your grades. Iwaizumi might want to force you into way too many boring meetings but you have absolutely no intention of cooperating.
*
Iwaizumi messages you his address and a time to come round to work on the project.
Gotta buy a girl dinner first before you invite her to your bedroom, you message him back. He ignores you.
Like most other students, he lives on campus with a few other roommates. You half-expect to see them when you arrive at Iwaizumi’s but he tells you he’s chosen a day when everyone else is out.
“I need some peace and quiet if I’m dealing with you,” Iwaizumi says.
“Flattered,” you reply.
His room is neat and tidy, a smattering of volleyball trophies on the shelves. You vaguely remember that he’s on the college volleyball team but you didn’t know he’s good enough to have trophies. You smooth your features into something neutral so he doesn’t know you’re impressed.
You both sit at his desk, where Iwaizumi’s already set up notepads, pens and sticky notes.
“You’re prepared,” you remark, eliciting a heavy sigh from Iwaizumi.
“I’m sure it seems that way to someone who doesn’t even bring a pencil to class.”
You swing side to side on his wheely chair as Iwaizumi launches into his plan for the project, talking you through the list of bullet points. You make noncommittal noises, your eyes drifting off.
He has kind of a nice face, you think, your gaze dropping from his short dark hair to his sharp jaw. Iwaizumi’s wearing a t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves tight around his biceps. Damn, he’s pretty built, too.
Iwaizumi continues talking as your mind wanders. You wonder if he’s a good kisser. Hmm, probably too serious for that. Only chaste tongueless kisses and missionary in the dark.
You grin at your own thoughts and Iwaizumi stops talking mid-sentence.
“What are you laughing at?” His brow furrows. “You’re not even fucking listening.”
“Uh, no, not really,” you admit, throwing your hands up in defeat.
“Jesus christ…” Iwaizumi puts his elbows on the desk, digging his palms into his eyes.
He wants to launch himself out of the window. How is it possible that you of all people beat him in class? He freezes when he feels your finger trail over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Iwaizumi looks up.
“You’re so tense,” you say. You’re not lying – Iwaizumi’s muscles are like boulders. You give his bicep a poke and realise there’s almost no give. “Maybe that’s why you’re taking this so seriously.”
“You’re just taking this too lightly,” he says, frowning.
You’re looking at him weirdly, your eyes locked onto his, and the way you’re touching his arm is making his cheeks feel warm. What the fuck is going on?
Iwaizumi’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and you smile, knowing you’ve got him. You stand up to move over and put yourself in Iwaizumi’s lap instead. His thighs are as hard as the rest of him and it feels like sitting in an actual chair. You wrap your arms around his neck.
“You’re kind of cute, y’know,” you say, cocking your head.
“Kind of,” he echoes, giving you a flat look. “Thanks.”
Iwaizumi’s hand rests on your thigh despite his unimpressed tone. You give him a sweet smile and trail a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.
“Maybe you need some stress relief, hm?” you suggest, dragging your finger down to his hard chest.
“And you’re offering?”
“I thought you were supposed to be smart?” You cock an eyebrow. “Obviously, yes.”
Iwaizumi regards you, eyes sharp, and your breath hitches. Your smile nearly falters but you save it in time. It feels like he’s looking through you, into you. It’s a struggle to hold his gaze but you’ve never been one to back down. So you look right back at him.
Iwaizumi’s eyes soften and you see him smile for the first time. No, he smirks.
“Say red,” he tells you. “And I’ll stop.”
“O-okay.” You’re annoyed at yourself for stammering but something’s changed with Iwaizumi and it’s thrown you off.
“Repeat it back to me.”
“If I say red, you’ll stop,” you tell him and he gives a short nod, satisfied.
“Good.”
Iwaizumi stands abruptly, picking you up with him and throwing you on the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement, bouncing softly against the mattress.
“What-?”
You don’t have time to ask what the fuck is happening before Iwaizumi’s on you. He presses his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. He pushes his body between your legs, forcing them apart to accommodate his thick frame.
One of Iwaizumi’s hands grabs your hip as the other snakes around your throat, holding you with enough force for you to feel it but not so hard you’re gasping. His soft lips are in contrast to the sharp stubble scratching your skin, his tongue sliding over yours.
Okay, I might have been wrong, you think. There’s nothing chaste about this.
Iwaizumi grinds his bulge against your clothed pussy, now exposed to him as he tugs up your dress. The friction through two layers of fabric is teasing, making your hips buck, desperate for more. You moan into his mouth and he squeezes your throat.
“Needy little slut,” he says roughly.
Iwaizumi’s degrading words only serve to turn you on even more. His voice has completely changed, now deep and throaty and utterly commanding. Iwaizumi keeps one hand around your neck as his other reaches down to unbutton his jeans.
“Is this what you want so badly?” he says as he pulls his cock free.
You gasp as it slaps against your mound, sending a spark of pleasure through you. You try to nod but Iwaizumi has your throat in too tight a grip.
“Use your fucking words,” he spits. “Tell me.”
“Y-yes, I want it. Please, I want it.”
Iwaizumi reaches down and you hear a violent rip. You’re not able to look down, your head fixed in place, but there’s a cool breeze across your exposed pussy. Your mouth drops open as you realise he’s ripped your panties clean off.
Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction.
“You act like a slut, you get treated like one.”
The Iwaizumi you knew before, so serious and studious, is long gone. You look up at him, his eyes feral, and realise you’ve severely underestimated who you’re up against. He lines up the fat head of his cock with your dripping hole.
“Look how fucking wet you are already.” Iwaizumi pushes himself inside you and you give a choked moan at the feel of him stretching you. “You don’t even need me to get you started, do you? You’ll spread your legs for fucking anyone.”
Iwaizumi’s flurry of degradation is making your pussy drool for him, only spurring you both on. But a nugget of defiance forms in your chest, even as tears stick to your lashes.
“This what your needy little pussy wants?” he demands, pushing in deeper to bottom out.
His cock feels so fucking good, dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you to make your whole body feel like it’s on fire, but your determination not to let him take over fully kicks in.
“Y-yes, Iwa,” you breathe out.
Iwaizumi’s jaw clenches.
“I told you not to fucking call me that,” he grits out.
As if to punctuate, he starts to pound at you hard. Every slam pushes you closer to the edge, sending a jolt through your body to the tips of your toes. His large hand around your neck is delicious, pinning you beneath him as he fucks you raw. You sink your nails into his forearm, lustful whimpers falling from your lips.
“S-sorry…” you gasp. “… Iwa.”
Iwaizumi growls, moving faster and setting a brutal pace.
“Fucking brat.”
You don’t have the strength to talk back anymore. Iwaizumi’s cock is pulling you to the edge, making your eyes roll back in your skull as he rips an orgasm from you. Your pussy clenches down like a vice grip around his cock and a moan escapes Iwaizumi’s throat.
“Fuck… fuck…” he groans.
Iwaizumi fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, wanting to watch you bounce under him. Your walls are so slick, so hot, so fucking tight. You’re tearing down all his restraint, moaning so sweetly even as his fist is wrapped around your throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.
“I’m… gonna cum…” Iwaizumi says, voice hoarse.
“Inside me,” you plead. “Cum inside me, Iwa.”
Your words tip him over the edge.
His grip tightens on your neck, almost making you dizzy, as he thrusts once, burying himself fully. The moan he makes as he comes undone inside you is intoxicating, satisfying in a way you can’t explain. Iwaizumi’s chest heaves as he half-collapses on top of you, his arms shaking as he holds himself up.
Neither of you say anything, breathless and sweat-slicked.
“Well.” You break the silence with a grin. “I dunno about you but I definitely feel better.”
Iwaizumi’s serious face returns as he rolls his eyes, pulling away from you. He tugs a few tissues free from a box on his nightstand, handing them to you first before himself.
“What a gentleman,” you coo, cleaning yourself up.
“It’s polite. I’m not a savage.”
“The way you fuck says different.”
Even though you’ve still got his cum spilling out of you, Iwaizumi’s ears go pink at your comment. He ignores you and buttons his jeans back up. Cute, you think with a smile.
You point at your destroyed underwear.
“And you ruined my panties. That was rude.”
Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint as he blushes harder.
“Yeah, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Finished cleaning yourself up, you hop off his bed and straighten your dress. “I’ll just make sure I’m not wearing any next time.”
Iwaizumi stills.
“Next time?”
“Duh.” You put a hand on your hip. “That was great, right? And my head feels totally clear. I think I’m actually ready to listen to your project plan or whatever.”
You take a seat at his desk, hands clasped demurely on your lap and smiling sweetly.
“Twice a week you said?”
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Nostalgia
A sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past. Or, when the boy you fell in love with finally comes back, bringing a beautiful chaos with him.
Genre: Exes to lovers; fluff
Oikawa Tooru, famous setter for the Argentinian National Team, a Japanese man who became a citizen in another country just so he can make his dream come true. But to you that didn't mean much.
He was your first love. He was the person you love the most. He made your high school years amazing. He also was the one who broke your heart.
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You met Oikawa in your first year of high school; as classmates, you were used to having a bunch of girls fawning for him, constant love confessions and soft rejections happening right outside your classroom. He was undeniably handsome, but also very smart and passionate for volleyball; it'd be a lie to say you didn't have a crush on him, but you were never one to want to confess. You became friends after partnering up for a project, he found it pleasant that you weren't constantly flattering him, in fact, he found your little remarks fun; you were nice but slightly sassy.
Soon enough you became close friends, and you end up spending more and more time in the gym to watch him practice. You weren't the manager, but you often helped them while doing other stuff, so you got close to them quite quickly; Iwaizumi particularly liked how easy going you were with his best friend.
You also were one of the only ones who managed to stop him from overtraining, always making up excuses so he could come with you without actually making him stop. He was perceptive, he knew you didn't actually need him to go home, but he liked your company and was more than happy to spend time with you.
It was thanks to his intelligence that he remembered everything about you, from your favorite foods and snacks to the ones that you couldn't eat; every time you and the team went to eat ramen he would always took the veggies that you dislike from your bowl almost unconsciously, putting them in his bowl as he gives you some of his in return. You had a bad night? He noticed as soon as you walked in the classroom, going to buy your favorite snack and drink before taking you away from the prying eyes, talking about everything and nothing hoping you would forget whatever was troubling you, or even better, telling him what happened.
So it was no surprise that you two ended up dating by the end of your first year.
Dating him was surprisingly easy, despite the constant love confessions, he never made you feel less loved; always making sure you knew that for him they were just his fans and no more. He always makes sure to hold you close, to spend time with you after practice, to take you out on simple dates, to make sure you know that he loves you and only you.
Your family adores him, and his family adores you too; staying in each other's house was never an issue, your parents knowing that you both know how to take care of yourselves. You two connect on a closer level a week into your third year, one weekend that you spend with him when his family wasn't home. It was clumsy, slightly painful, but full of love and care. You wouldn't have it any other way.
It was during the first interhigh, when Seijoh lost against Shiratorizawa, when he brought the topic up with you. He was talking with an Argentinian coach, one that he had admired since childhood, seeing if it was possible to join them after he finishes high school. The chances were high, really high, so he started learning Spanish to make sure he was ready. At the time you didn't think about it much, you were happy that he was having such a big chance with his love for the sport, you even started learning the language with him so you could help him out. But when he came to you after losing to Karasuno from a place in the spring interhigh telling you that it was confirmed, that he was accepted in the Argentinian team, it hurted.
It was a mixed of feelings; you were happy, happy that all of his efforts in the sport were finally being recognized, happy that he was going to be with his idol, happy that his dream was starting to become a reality; but you were also sad, not knowing what will happen to your relationship. You were selfish, you didn't want him to go, part of you wanted him to be rejected so he could stay; but you weren't that selfish to tell him, you knew that when it comes to volleyball nothing will stop him to make his dream come true, knowing him too well to know that he will put his pride and love for volleyball over everything else, including you. You didn't want to start a fight over this, rather spending that time with him than without; after all you fell in love with that determination of his.
You went to say goodbye to him at the airport, both of you had decided to break up, not because you wanted to, but it'd have been almost impossible to keep a relationship with such a time difference. With one last kiss you say goodbye to him, your heart breaking as he walks away.
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Years passed, almost 10 years since you last saw him. You studied kinesiology since you ended up liking volleyball and helping the players; you had a boyfriend, a relationship that lasted a while before you broke up. You and Oikawa didn't keep in contact, but you both did follow each other in social media, so you knew the basics of what the other was doing; plus, Iwaizumi was always giving you small little updates.
“hey” he says sitting next to you after a while “wasn't expecting to see you here”
However, sitting in the bench of the MSBY Black Jackals where the Japanese National Team was practicing, was the last place you expected to see him again. He was walking beside Iwaizumi with a smile, a smile that seems to become brighter once his eyes found yours. His eyes went a bit wider as you feel your heart beating fast, were you happy? Confused? Scared? You don't know, but it definitely was something. Memories found their way to your head, feelings that you thought were more than forgotten seem to start surfacing again.
“I can say the same to you” you answer back “what brings you back?”
“My team was invited to practice here in Japan, i had the day off today, so Iwa-chan invited me over” he explains, making you nod
“I'm their kinesiologist, and since i worked with some of them before, it was easier to get the job here”
“Nice, maybe you can help me? My wrist is being weird lately” he says with a small smirk and a clearly fake pain expression
“Does your team not have someone or what?” You look at him with a raised eyebrow
Once they finished their stretches you began to put your things away, you noticed that Oikawa was talking to Iwaizumi, so you quickly went out of the gym before he saw you.
“We do, but i rather have a pretty girl look at it” he flirts with a wink. It makes you chuckle how shameless he still was with his flirting “I'm kidding, I'm totally fine…but maybe we can have dinner together?” At that moment someone from the team calls you for some help in his stretches, so you look at Oikawa with a smile before standing up to help them.
“Yn-chan! Want to grab dinner with us?” Bokuto asks, walking outside the gym and passing his arm around you alongside Atsumu and Hinata. As the door is closing, your eyes find Oikawa’s, a small frown in his face as he looks at Iwaizumi again.
“Sure, let's go”
.
“Did Shittykawa asked you something when he came?” Iwaizumi asks you, it has been three days since Oikawa came to the gym
“Eh…yeah, he wanted to have dinner together”
“And?” he asks
“I…well, I was overwhelmed. I didn't expect him to be here, so I didn't know what to say”
“Understandable…well, I kinda expected it. He hasn't stop bothering me to give him your number, I haven't done it though, you two have a lot to sort out”
“Thanks” he wants your number? Why, all of the sudden?
A few hours later he's in the gym, interacting with the coach, Iwaizumi, even some of the players right before he comes next to you once again.
“He's coming again today, so you might wanna talk to him” he pats your head lovingly “but also, he's driving me crazy, so please do” You chuckle, knowing how Oikawa can get and how much he can annoy Iwaizumi. You made a note in your head to talk to him.
“You left mee! So mean, Yn-chan” he pouts sitting beside you
“Sorry, i..i had to do something” you say to him. You had forgotten how much you had miss him and his whiny self
“It’s okay, you were with your…boyfriend?” he looks at you, an emotion that you couldn't describe
“Boyfriend? Bokuto-san? No no, we're not dating, Bokuto is just…Bokuto” you look at the owl boy, who's now excitedly jumping “what about you? No girlfriend missing you?”
“Nah, the only ones calling me from Argentina are, at most, the workers that are expanding my house” he says, a small smile on his face. You know him, and while so many years have passed, his eyes are still as expressive as ever: outside of his teammates, he was alone there.
“I know a good ramen place nearby, we can grab dinner there if you want” his eyes get brighter
“Sure”
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“Haven't had tsukemen in a while, these aren't in many places in Argentina” he says as the server puts your food in front of you
“I imagine it'll be hard to find true japanese food outside of japan” you say looking at your bowl “so, trying to reconnect with your exes, Oikawa-san? I'm sure Iwa told you i was going to be there”
“Oikawa-san? Ouch, Yn-chan, ouch” he says, taking his chopsticks. He instinctively takes the fish cakes out of your bowl, just like he used to do when you were together “you still don't like them, right?”
“Thanks Tooru” the name still rolls out of your tongue easily, as if you were again the same 17 year old kids
“And yeah, I knew, i… I wanted to see you again” a rare blush spreads in his face “and for the record, you are the only ex I'm reconnecting with”
You chuckle and take some of his food, he smiles and whines, but he still puts some more into your bowl.
.
“That jacket looks awfully similar to Seijoh’s” you comment to the man who was waiting outside the gym, a white jacket with light blue accents; and it suddenly feels like high school all over again, him waiting outside the gym while you locked it up, looking at the sky before smiling at you. It's eerie how similar it felt, the only difference being his physique and the fact that his back had an ARGENTINA written on it.
“Take a photo, it lasts longer” he ruins the moment, noticing how your eyes are still glued to his body, a smirk appears on his face, smirk that disappears when you hit him “What was that for?!”
“Shut up, Shittykawa”
“Not you too!” He whines, but you can only see playfulness in his eyes as he extends his hand “mind joining me on a walk?”
You look at his hand, you want to hold it, see how it feels to hold it again, but you're still hesitant; so instead, you pass him your backpack and start walking. He chuckles, but follows right behind you.
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You end up walking towards a familiar place, a park that was near Aoba Johsai, a park where you and Oikawa used to go constantly after school. It was involuntary, both of you were just walking without a destination set, a comfortable silence between you two.
“Remember when we made a study group in our second year?” He asks pointing at a tree
“The one where you refused to study and laid on my lap? Or the one where you “accidentally” pushed Iwa into the lake?” you chuckle
“It WAS an accident!” he says offended
You sit on a bench near said lake, your legs almost touching from how close you were. You notice him shiver, the night was getting colder and he only had the flimsy jacket on that clearly wasn't made for this temperature. You take your bag and took out a scarf you had, getting closer to him to wrap it around his neck.
“We can't have the most talented setter get sick, can we?” You say smiling at him, as you try to move away he held your hands
“I think my hands are slightly more important from keeping them from freezing” he says, looking directly into your eyes
“You just want me to hold them” you raise an eyebrow, but still give in, taking his hands and trying to wrap yours in a way so it can bring some warmth. He chuckles, moving them to properly hold them
“I missed you” he sighs after some silence “I thought I was over you, that I'd be able to move on and find someone else, but I couldn't. I tried, I had some girlfriends, but it never felt…right, and I didn't know why. Until I saw you in the gym again. I actually hoped that you would have move on, so at least i didn't have a single chance, but here we are”
“...here we are”
These past days, you also thought you were over him, that your feelings for him were nothing more than nostalgia, but this week you were so happy, so happy to have him again.
But the truth is, you didn't have him back. He wasn't yours again.
“But I'm not dating you again. After your training camp here is over, you're going back to Argentina, and I don't want to leave Japan; long distance relationships aren't safe either. I love you too much to hold you back now that you finally achieve the dream that you work so hard for, I'm not that selfish”
You barely can finish your sentence before you feel his lips on yours. You're surprised, but your body instinctively reacts to it, kissing him back. His lips were just as soft as they were years ago, and the kiss made you feel the same butterflies as if you were 16 years old.
“I have a week more, give me some time” he whispers, his hands cupping your face as if you were the most delicate thing he has ever hold “but for now, let me have this again”
That night you both end up in your house, making up for all the years you both lost.
.
A week later and Oikawa proves to be the same amazing boyfriend that he was before. He still manages to make you blush, manages to prove just how much he missed you.
Now you're in your apartment, he was talking on the phone, an important call that led him to your room -after giving you an apologetic kiss- while you were sitting on the couch. 30 minutes passed when he comes out again, a smile on his face.
“Hey princess” he calls you, pulling you closer as he sits “remember that I'm leaving tomorrow night?”
“Yeah…why?” you were trying to avoid thinking about it, knowing that tomorrow night your heart will be broken again
“Well, I know you said that long distance relationships are impossible for us, but…” he press your forehead closer “will you be able to wait for me every few months?”
“Eh? Stop going around the bush and say it” you hit him slightly, anxious to know what he has planned
“So impatient” he chuckles, kissing you again “tomorrow I'm signing an exclusive contract with Panasonic Panthers. I'm playing for Argentina for the important leagues, meaning VNL, the Olympics and such; but for smaller leagues happening within the country, I'll play here, meaning I can stay here for a few months and come back to Argentina for the rest”
You were ecstatic, shocked with the sudden news about it, you kiss him.
“But…but didn't you go to San Juan because of the coach? Don't you want to stay there?” you ask worried
“Yeah, and it was amazing to be trained by him…but coming here I realized that you are my home, that I want to be with you, and some sacrifices need to be made” he pulls you into his lap, holding you close as he looks at you into your eyes “i already sacrificed you for the sake of my dream, now that my dream became reality, I'm not sacrificing you again”
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Wingman On Crutches
word count: 571 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.
pairing: Matsukawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Parts of Seijoh 4)
genre: fluff
warnings: some swearing
request: Menu B with strawberry milk, matcha pudding and a matcha roll. I slide right next to Mattsun || fluffy, jealous classmate crush Matsukawa, as manager
“Why is she talking to him?”, Issei huffed. Iwaizumi followed his eyes and suppressed a sigh when he saw Makki talking to you somewhere on the side of the court. You were placing towels and water bottles down in pairs so the players could easily grab them.
“Because they’re friends.”, the ace observed, bouncing a volleyball off his friend’s head to get his attention back for training, “Come on, we gotta warm up.”
“If I would have twisted my ankle like that Victorian lady over there I could sit out practice and talk to y/n.”, Issei grumbled.
“Then why don’t you ask Makki to trade you his injuries for a curry bun?”, Iwaizumi asked, sarcastically.
“You‘re not funny.“
“Good, wasn‘t trying to be. - Get your ass over there so I can toss to you, come on. Don‘t make me pair up with Shittykawa.“
In view of his friend‘s nerves being on the line, Issei obliged and reluctantly turned his back to you to face Iwaizumi.
For a minute or two they threw the ball back and forth, then your distinct laugh rang through the gym and Issei all but pulled a muscle to turn around.
You were doubled over, both arms around your supremely squishy tummy as Makki continued to say something undoubtedly dumb.
“Quick, Iwa, spike the volleyball over there.“, he urged.
“Why?“
“To stop them!?“
“From… laughing?“
“YES! First it‘s laughing, then it‘s inside jokes, then it‘s hanging out just those two, then one day he’ll accidentally brush her hand while they reach for something together and boom! They’re married!“
“You really have to stop watching TV with your sister, dude.“
Before Iwaizumi could stop him, Issei called, “Yo, Makki! Hobble over here for a sec, will ya?“
Makki gave you a quick little bow, excusing himself and used his crutches to laboriously get to his friends.
“What‘s up? Want me to count or something?“
“What did you talk about with y/n?“
“What?“
“What did you say to make her laugh? You know she is off limits, dude. I called dibs like two years ago!“
Makki blinked.
“I know. I told her about that time we went to the movies and I almost wet my pants because of a jumpscare and you weren‘t even fazed by it.“
“You- you did?“
Makki nodded, “Yeah and how you helped your little brother with his school project the other week.“
“He failed that assignment.“, Matsukawa admitted quietly.
“Not the point. I was talking you up, dude! As if I‘d ever go behind your back.“ Makki used a crutch to hit his friend’s leg.
Issei rubbed his thigh and felt his eyes starting to sting.
“Bro…“
“I know, I know. I told her, you and I wanted to go to the store after practice for curry buns but I will conveniently remember that I have to get home to help my mom with dinner so you can be alone.“
Tears were definitely threatening to fall now and Issei put a hand on his friend‘s shoulder, “I love you.“
A volleyball hit Issei‘s head for a second time that afternoon and when he turned he saw Iwaizumi‘s face twitching with impatience.
Before he got back to the drills he lowered his voice and said, “Could you casually somehow slip in how intimidated all of you feel when we shower together after training?“
Makki squinted, then sighed.
“I‘ll… see what I can do.“
a/n: someone please come and collect this man.
This request is for 🫀anon. Thank you so much for this silly request! I hope it was what you imagined and thank you also for your kind words ^^ please enjoy 🌟
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hi! if you take reqs can I request haikyuu characters reaction to finding out yn sleeps always hugging a pillow 🙈
please feel no rush/pressure for this and look after yourself :)
BEDTIME ANGEL
— kuroo + oikawa finding their sweetheart all curled up after a long day
HI NONNIE!!!! u didn’t specify so i just did my two favorite boys, i hope u dont mind hehe 💕
— kuroo tetsuro
“hmm? why hug a pillow when you can cuddle me?” kuroo frowns, pulling the pillow away from your grasp, replacing it with his warm presence.
“nnh? ‘tsuro, what’re you doin’ here..?” your eyes squint after being awakened so suddenly. “just missed you… you don’t mind me staying over, do you?” he asks, mindlessly twirling your hair with his hands.
“go ahead…” you mumble, burying your face into his chest. kuroo just can’t help but smile at how serene you look right now. you subconsciously pull him closer, as if he was your fluffy pillow, and he can’t help but stifle his laughter from how snug you look cuddling him.
“cute…” he presses a kiss on your forehead. “gonna be here when you wake up. love you so much…” he admires you before succumbing to sleep as well.
— oikawa tooru
another hard day of being oikawa tooru. being surrounded by fans all giving him gifts and baked goods, so hard… all he wants is nothing more than to be in the arms of his beloved.
“a cupcake?! oh, well aren’t you the sweetest thing?” oikawa praises, happily receiving the small box from a 2nd-year girl. “ah, it’s getting quite late, isn’t it?” oikawa worriedly plays with his hair as he looks over to the clock. “i’m so sorry, girls— i need to head home now!” he excused himself before arriving to the bleachers, where he saw you curled up and cuddling his equipment bag.
‘so tired after school… hah, that’s adorable…’ he grinned at the sight. he sat down, playfully trying to wake you up by grabbing his bag. “baby… gimme my bag backkk” he whines, trying to kiss you awake. you squirm under him and try to get back into a comfortable position. “tooruuu… stop it, ‘m napping…” you groan.
oikawa successfully retrieves his bag, pridefully boasting to no one about how he has won this battle. he’s grinning to himself before noticing a pressure on his back from where you were now resting. “wh—! baby, i’m not a pillowww!” he huffs, only to be met with your steady breaths as you slept.
“hmphh… i don’t know what you’d do without me… you’re so clingy…” he points out, albeit hypocritically, before picking you up on his back properly, and carrying you out.
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Karasuno, Nekoma and Seijoh:
Miss Manager and the Mystery Man
Karasuno x Fem! manager; Nekoma x Fem! manager; Seijoh x Fem! manager
Warnings: jealousy, mostly fluff
AN: this is a request, I kept it kind of generic and mostly platonic
Karasuno
Most chaotic reaction goes to Karasuno 🏆
It happens at nationals
The team is brimming with excitement and nervousness as they prepare to take on Inarizaki
You, on the other hand, are relatively calm
You know your boys and how talented each and every one of them is
There’s no doubt in your mind that they will win
While they stretch, you mindlessly jot down things to remember, stats you want to collect
“YN is that you?” A voice rings from behind you as you turn to see your cousin standing right there
“Omg hi!! It’s so good to see you!” You bellow in excitement as you quickly leap into his arms from a big hug
The team is watching, utterly confused
Why are you hugging this person? Why is this person a man??
They instantly go on guard
Tanaka and Noya are growling low
Suga and Enoshita watch with narrowed eyes
Kageyama isn’t even paying attention let’s be real 😅
Asahi is concerned
Kiyoko is all smiles because she knows who the man is and is happy for you
Hinata looks confused, as does the rest of the team
Daichi narrows his eyes, but decides to approach
“Uhh hey YN, who is this?” He questions, guard up but still giving the stranger the benefit of doubt
Of course, that is before Hinata jumps in and says
“Is this your boyfriend Yn??” He screeches as the entire team stops
Some hold their breath, others just stand there
And some, well some freak out
“Who the heck do you think you are city boy??” Tanaka provinces, getting right into said city boys name
“Some guy who apparently thinks he’s good enough for OUR YN!” Noya shouts, only encouraging Tanaka
Poor Yachi is standing there, no idea how to react
You just stand there, rolling your eyes because of course this is the conclusion they would come too 🙄
You quickly stand in front of your cousin, pushing the two one brained celled teammates back
“This is my cousin! He lives far away and I don’t get to see him often!” You shout
The team instantly relaxes
Daichi quickly grabs Tanaka and Noya, whose mouths gape at the realization and apologizes
“Sorry about this,” he says to you and your cousin
Your poor cousin is probably scared for life 😂
But deep down you don’t mind, you know the team love and care for you
Nekoma
Chillest team? Definitely not 😂
Today was a beautiful day for a run
Of course, your enthusiasm wasn’t shared by all teammates involved
See example 👉🏻 Kenma
But nevertheless the team needed to work on their endurance
Normally you wouldn’t go with them, opting to stay behind and fill water bottles or chat with the coaches
But lev and Yamamoto had been begging you to go so you figured why not
You didn’t exactly hate running (only god knows why) so you thought it would be a great team bonding activity
Per the usual Yamamoto is leading the pack, followed behind Kuroo and Yaku who are silently racing
Kai, Fukunaga, Lev and Inuoka trail behind
And last but certainly not least, is you and Kenma
While you and Kenma run, you talk a little but mostly Kenma tries not to die
Then you see him
As he approaches, you make sure it’s actually him before freaking out
“Omg Hi!” You screech, as Kenma looks from you to the mystery man who is now stopping and smiling back at you
“Hey YN, how are you?” He asks as Kenma continues to stare, taking advantage of the break but still wondering who this man is
Could it be your boyfriend?
By now the rest of the team has stopped and are quietly observing
No one does anything yet, at least not until the mystery man goes in for the hug
“Whoa whoa who the heck do you think you are?” Yamamoto quickly jumps in, halting the man’s movements
“Excuse me?” The man says before stopping and looking at you like you can control these guys 🙄
Then Kuroo and Yaku step up to the plate 🙄 because why not
“This is our manage dude, better back off!” Yaku snarls as Kuroo just smirks
“Yaku don’t be mean to the man, not like he has anything remotely close on us,” Kuroo sneers as the man looks so utterly confused
Kenma is definitely recording this whole thing because he knows something’s up
You just stand there unimpressed
“Guys will you knock it off! This is just my cousin! He lives here but I don’t see him much because he’s in college!” You shout as all the guys freeze
“Cousin??” Some say
“In college?” Others chime
“I’m so sorry about them,” you apologize, “they all share a braincell and it seems it’s not made an appearance yet today!”
Your cousin looks from you to them before speaking, “it was nice to see you Yn, I gotta head out.”
Your cousin quickly jogs away before he has to deal with anymore crap
“Do you guys have one ounce of chill in you?” You grind out
“Sorry YN,” they all say in unison
But you can’t be mad at them for long and soon you are back enjoying your run with your boys
Seijoh
Definitely the most jealous
It’s the interhigh tournament and you are busy filling water bottles for the team
Usually one of the boys would accompany you but coach needed them for a quick meeting
And your an independent woman, you can handle yourself
As you fill, someone comes besides you and taps your shoulder
“Hey Yn, long time no see!” The guy says as your face lights up and you hug him with all your might
You haven’t seen your cousin in ages, despite living in the same prefecture
“Hey how is it going? I see your team made it to interhighs. Congrats!” You say as you carry on a nice a sweet conversation
But that’s not what it looks like from afar
Because you see, a certain second year setter spots you and quickly runs to tattle on you for having any contact with boys outside the team 🙄
“Some guy is hitting on Yn!” Yahaba screams at the team as Makki, Mattsun, Iwaizumi and Oikawa RUN towards you
Mad dog, Watari, Kindaichi and Kunimi are calm about it but still head out to see what’s happening
Before you know it, your engulfed in a squeezing hug by Oikawa who is glaring at your cousin
“My YN back off!” He shouts as Iwaizumi smacks him upside the head
“What are you doing with our YN?” Makki probes as your cousin seems to be completely and utterly confused
“Umm I was just talking with her,” he says as you try and wiggle out of the caged arms of Oikawa
“Just talking?” Mattsun glares as you quickly make your way through the tall players
“He’s my cousin!” You shout as Mattsun, Makki, Iwa and Oikawa all go stiff
In unison they all say, “cousin??” And look back and forth from you to your cousin
“Yes and I was just talking with him about you guys!”
“Awe you were talking about me YN-Chan??” Oikawa squeals as Iwa again smacks him
“I’m so sorry about them,” you say before budding yourself cousin farewell and pushing the team away
“Sorry YN,” they bellow in unison again as you roll your eyes
Try not to be too mad at them Yn 😂
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ᰔ GLITTER GLUE ft. hajime iwaizumi
ʚ CW : “one sided” crush. confessions. cursing.
ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ
it’s valentine’s day, or rather, the most dreadful day of existence, if you were to say so yourself.
walking through the halls of school on a normal day was one thing, but now it seems that every corner you turn, you’re rather rudely reminded of your state of loneliness on the soul national holiday of relationships. bouquets of reds and whites, floral smells corroding your nostrils with every inhale, cute plushies holding little hearts, pretty cards with love written in sparkly pink gel pen. all gestures of admiration that are so sweet to any other person, but quite frankly, it’s just making you feel stupid for coming to school today.
you feel even stupider when you’re walking into class, eyes avoiding the gross kissing couples as you make your way to sit down, and you’re faced with exactly why you mourn valentines day so much.
hajime iwaizumi, the third year who sits one desk aside to you in class 5, who just so happens to be the person your heart decided to fall head over heels for. it was an unmistakable crush with the way your cheeks felt hot when he’d stretch in his seat, or the way your heart fluttered when he would make small talk when there was a particularly boring lesson. he’d even occasionally walk with you during lunch period in the midst of conversation or sharing a snack, before his friends would come and steal him away. he was sweet aside from looking intimidating, and it all the more so made you infatuated with him.
you watch him grumble outside of the doorway at one of his friends, a roll of his eyes before he’s striding into the classroom to take his proclaimed seat. you feel disappointed in yourself that you still haven’t been able to work up the courage to ask him out, too much of a coward to ever admit your interest in him. you take a quick glance at his hands, and what you see makes your heart drop even lower.
you catch a short glimpse of a pretty red valentine in his left hand before he’s quickly moving to neatly stuff it into the inner pocket of his jacket.
it looks like someone had beaten you to the chase, and it was only the first class of the day.
throughout the entire period, you notice the off behavior of your classmate as he sits in his seat. iwaizumi seems nervous almost, his leg softly bouncing up and down, and you also take into account that he hasn’t said a single word to you, or even looked at you this entire time. that usually would seem more normal on a regular class day, but today it was a free period, much to everyone’s liking. after dismissal, iwaizumi wasted no time to get up and out of the classroom before you could even ask him if he was alright.
classes today seemed to go by as if minutes were hours, and students had gotten even more enthusiastic as time went by as they all exchanged their thoughtful valentines to their partners. you think you’ve heard enough random “i love you’s” to last you 3 lifetimes in a singular day, but what you were seriously dreading was lunchtime. where everyone would walk around hand in hand through the courtyard, gifts, cards, flowers, big huge teddy bears to little tiny ones, kissing that should probably be saved for behind closed doors, and especially confessions. not wanting to be surrounded by the exact thing you were missing out on, you opted to stay inside for lunch.
the empty classroom you sit in is completely silent, the only sounds you hear coming from outside through the windows, voices of distant squeals and happy laughter. you sigh at your own demise when you decide to finally get up and wander around the halls. paper heart chains and pretty streamers litter the lockers and walls, and even some of your teachers had little decorations as their own way of getting into the spirit. it really was unfortunate that you weren’t able to celebrate today with who you wanted to so badly, as your fate lies in your own thoughts because you were too chicken to ever say it. and now, your crush was starting to act weird, which meant he had probably already accepted a confession, or maybe even confessed himself, to a person he was interested in. you wanted to be angry, you really did, but it wasn’t your place to be mad at him. he wasn’t ever yours to begin with.
as you stroll along and unwontedly admire the atmosphere around you, you hear the uncomfortable squeak of shoes against the wooden flooring, alerting you that you weren’t alone. when you look up from your feet to meet the eyes of the person who had interrupted your thoughts, you can physically feel your stomach sink to your feet.
iwaizumi stands at the end of the hallway, his hands behind his back with that same expression he had during class, even if it was barely noticeable. he looks at you before he straightens up.
“hey.” is all he mutters.
…
“hi.”
he takes a few steps forward to meet you where you had halted before and begins to speak.
“i was looking for you.” he voices.
“oh.. well you found me.”
you aren’t helping much with his attempt to cure the awkwardness around you two, but even so, he continues to talk nonetheless.
“why weren’t you outside for lunch?” he asks you.
“eh, didn’t wanna be around all that lovey dovey stuff. but, um.. why were you looking for me?”
you feel nervous when iwaizumi is silent, his hands now coming out from where they risided, holding that same red valentine from this morning.
“because i wanted to give you this.” he replies.
you notice the tinge of pink on his usual hardened face, looking down to where he held out the card to you.
you carefully grasp the messily accessorized card, studying it as you feel your heartbeat pick up to a faster pace. the red, heart shaped card stock proposed a simple question of ‘be my valentine?’
and as cheesy as it was, your lips pull into a wide grin when you look back at him, his hands tucked into his pockets while he waited for your answer.
“is this a confession, or am i reading the glitter glue wrong?”
“shut up, it was oikawa who dumped all of that shimmer shit on it…” he rumbles, recalling the short memory of his best friend tossing glitter onto his card while scolding him, “iwa, you seriously lack so much pizazz. girls love sparkles and glitter!”
you laugh at the thought of his friend taunting him over his card, and then you’re suddenly blushing at the concept of how iwaizumi had taken his time to make a special valentine, just for you.
“well, i accept your confession, iwa…”, “even if it’s twinkling in ‘shimmer shit’.”
it was iwaizumi’s turn to chuckle when he laces his arm around your shoulders, and he smiles as he walks with you.
“idiot.”
yes, valentines day was usually a dreadful day. but the surprises it holds? those aren’t dreadful at all.
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dating matsukawa issei is like...
a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)
★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.
★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.
★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.
★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.
★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.
★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.
★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"
★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.
★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.
★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...
★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.
★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.
★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.
★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.
★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.
★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.
★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.
★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.
★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.
★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.
★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.
★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.
★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.
★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.
★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."
★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."
★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.
★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.
★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.
★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."
★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."
★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.
★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.
★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.
★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.
★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.
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Cosplayer!Manager
Manager Who Loves Animals
Seijoh with a Chubby!Manager
Seijoh With A TikToker! Manager
Seijoh With A Florist! Manager
Seijoh Reacting To You Coming Out
Teams Seeing Their Manager In A Maid Outfit
Voice Actor! Reader
Deep Voiced Reader (Male)
Tall!Reader
Nonbinary!Manager
Reader's Fanclub
Manager listens to Girl In Red
Seijoh With An Affectionate Manager
Caring!Manager (who doesn't take care of themselves)
Deep Voiced!Manager (Fem)
Shy But Energetic! Reader
Human Vacuumer
Karasuno and Seijoh's Reaction To You Making Kissy Noises In Their Ears
Animator!Y/N
Reaction To Miya Twins' Fangirls Attacking You
Kunimi Comforting You
Emotionless Manager
Hinata's Energetic S/O
Clips and Stitches (Watari)
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IS THAT A YES?
— I. HAJIME x FEMALE READER
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(chapters will be added once “like no other” is finished)
synopsis: the struggles of a 3rd year aoba johsai student trying to ask his crush to homecoming.
flufffff, highschool au, hajime being head over heels, seijoh4, more tba
status: ongoing!
likes and rebloggs are vv appreciated!!!
table of contents —
day 1: unveiling secrets
memoir 01
day 2: tba
day 3: tba
memoir 02
day 4: tba
final day: tba
memoir 03
homecoming: tba
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say red: part 3
featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader
contains: angst to fluff to smut, happy ending, cunnilingus, missionary, creampie, dom!Iwaizumi, degradation, dirty talk
note: all characters are over 18!
MDNI | 18+ content
word count: 2.3k
series: 1. say red | 2. say red | 3. say red
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a/n: phew this is the final chapter!! what a ride. i think this is the longest series I've written by word count so yeah! enjoy!!
You skip the next two project meet ups, including the messages Iwaizumi sends you, which you mute without reading. You avoid him in class, leaving early before he can catch up to you.
Instead, you retreat to the library, working on the project by yourself. It’s like there’s a dark cloud over you, following you around. Your chest feels empty and it’s a chore to make yourself smile and laugh in class but you don’t want anyone to know you’re miserable. Worse, miserable because of him.
You see Iwaizumi in a coffee shop once, the same one you both went to. He’s hunched over his notes, brows furrowed, one hand in his dark hair. He’s nibbling on his bottom lip in concentration. You stare at him, not able to tear your eyes away.
You want to go inside, sit down next to him and flash him one of your sweet smiles. You want to smooth the notch in his brow, feel his chest under your palms, feel his grip on your waist.
You want to talk to him and laugh with him again. You want to annoy him, make him roll his eyes and sigh.
But then you remember his kiss – the kiss – and your chest goes tight. You remember the fist he has around your heart. You turn away from him, walking briskly home.
You can avoid him until the end of the semester. Once the project is handed in, you never have a reason to see him again. You can just pretend he doesn’t exist. Easy.
If only Iwaizumi would let you.
You’re in the library after rushing early from class. You found a quiet spot in the back behind all the bookshelves, affording you some privacy as you work on the last section of the project. You’re deep in thought, writing quickly, when a shadow looms over you.
You look up, annoyed, and see Iwaizumi.
You freeze, staring up at him, hand clenched around your pencil. Iwaizumi looks right back at you, ever-present frown on his face. Your eyes dart behind him as you wonder how quickly you can escape. Iwaizumi shifts into view, putting a heavy hand on the back of your chair, blocking you.
“You’re not running this time,” he says lowly.
You avert your eyes, sighing heavily and crossing your arms.
“What do you want from me exactly?” you snap.
A muscle bounces in Iwaizumi’s jaw. Without saying anything, he drags you easily by the back of the chair, pulling you away from the desk. Your breath hitches at his casual strength and you nearly flinch. Your eyes widen as he sinks to his knees, kneeling in front of you.
“I want you to be fucking honest with me,” Iwaizumi says plainly.
When you try to avert your gaze again, he grabs you firmly by the jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“Hey!” you protest, trying to twist away from his grip but he easily overpowers you.
“I know what you’re doing,” Iwaizumi says, catching your gaze and holding it.
“You don’t know anything about me,” you whisper, jaw set. “Just because we fucked doesn’t mean you know me.”
“I know you try,” he shoots back and you feel like you’ve been punched in the chest. “I know you try really fucking hard.”
“I don’t…” Pressure builds behind your eyes but you blink the tears away, refusing to cry. You hate how easily he’s done this to you.
“You do,” Iwaizumi says firmly. “I saw the notes in your room and the recorder you use for class.”
You try to look away again but he holds you firm. Hot tears spill down your cheeks and onto his fingers.
“I see the way you pretend not to listen but you remember everything I tell you. I see the way you act like everything comes easily to you but you upload your work in the middle of the night because you’re working so late.”
“Stop…” you sob.
Iwaizumi doesn’t let you look away, his eyes piercing through you with that damn look, his fist squeezing your heart. His grip on your jaw softens as he cups your cheek.
“I know you care,” he says, his voice dropping. “I know you care about me.”
The fight leaves your body. You say nothing, tears spilling. Iwaizumi brushes them away with the pad of his thumb, gently pulling your face to his.
“Say red,” he whispers. “And I’ll stop.”
You don’t.
Your lips press together gently, cautiously. Iwaizumi snakes his hand to the back to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You lean into him, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. His other hand finds your throat, holding you loosely there, somehow comforting. Without breaking the kiss, Iwaizumi pulls you up to standing, holding you close until there’s not an inch between you. You only break away when there’s an awkward cough.
You both turn to see the librarian giving you a stern look. You grin and wink at her while Iwaizumi smothers a smile.
“We should get out of here,” he says, picking up your books.
“That’s probably for the best.” *
Iwaizumi insists on carrying your bag as you walk hand-in-hand back to your place. As soon as you cross the threshold into your bedroom, he’s on you, his hands on your waist as he presses rough kisses against your neck. You giggle and let him push you onto the bed as he crawls on top of you.
“You missed me this much?” you tease.
“How about I show you how much?” Iwaizumi smirks, his hand trailing up your inner thigh. “But first…”
You let him hook his fingers under your panties, pulling them off this time instead of tearing them. Iwaizumi sits back so he can push your dress up past your hips. But then he keeps going.
“This is coming off,” he says firmly.
There’s a stab of fear in your chest as you realise he wants to strip you bare but you let him tug your dress over your head, tossing it to the side. Iwaizumi buries his face in your neck as he snakes a hand underneath you, unsnapping your bra. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. He pulls it off you and sits back again.
Iwaizumi’s gaze rakes over your naked form. You squirm uncomfortably, lungs constricting, and raise your arms to cover yourself. Iwaizumi catches your wrists, stopping you.
“Don’t you dare.” His voice leaves no room for negotiation.
When he’s sure you’re going to stay still, he releases your wrists and leans forward again. Iwaizumi presses a kiss to your forehead and then your cheek and then your neck. Down over your collarbone, between your breasts, and onto your stomach. You giggle as his stubble tickles the sensitive skin there and run your hands through his hair. He looks up at you with a grin.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says.
The way he says it - like he can’t believe he gets to see you like this - makes you want to believe him. You’ve never been overly insecure about the way you look but so feel so exposed, so vulnerable.
Iwaizumi sees the look on your face because he moves down lower, grabbing your thigh so he can kiss the soft inner side.
“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his olive eyes never leaving yours. “I’ll take care of you.”
Your heart beats furiously against your ribcage but you drum up every ounce of trust you have and say a quiet, “Okay.”
Iwaizumi’s grip on your thighs is strong as he pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy for him. He wants to bury his face between your legs and lick up every drop of your arousal but he can feel the tremble in your limbs and knows you’re scared. He doesn’t want you to clam up again, to run away from him. So he keeps his eyes on your face, carefully tracking your reaction, and slowly dips his tongue between your folds.
You exhale shakily, every nerve on fire. Iwaizumi presses his tongue deeper, finding a well of your sweet slick inside you. The combination of his soft mouth and sharp stubble against your sensitive lips only makes you wetter for him. You moan lightly, your head dropping back on the pillow, your muscles relaxing ever so slightly.
Iwaizumi trails his tongue up, parting your lips until he reaches your clit. He feels it throb under his tongue and latches his lips around it softly, sucking until your hands clench the bed sheets.
“Fuck…” you gasp. “That feels good, Iwa.”
Iwaizumi flattens his tongue and brushes it in broad strokes over your sensitive bud, watching your back arch in response. He has to fight not to close his eyes, not to get lost in the taste and smell of you, his cock aching to be inside you. He presses his mouth flush to your pussy, moving between your tight little hole and your clit until he feels you practically dripping.
Your hand is in his hair, tugging at the root as you grind against his mouth, your sweet gasps and whimpers filling the room.
“Iwa…”
Your voice is high and hoarse and he knows you’re close. He nearly cums himself at the way you say his name like that. Iwaizumi returns to your clit, flicking his tongue over it the way he’s learned you like.
“Ah… ah-!”
You grip his hair as your thighs clamp tight around Iwaizumi’s head, smothering him so deliciously against your pussy. He groans against your lips as you come undone on his tongue, pleasure curving your back and curling your toes.
Iwaizumi doesn’t give you time to recover, moving up to kiss you as soon as your thighs release him. You taste yourself on his tongue which is so much hotter than you expected.
“You taste so fucking good,” Iwaizumi groans into your mouth. “Can’t believe I haven’t been able to do that until now.”
“Please feel free to do that again whenever you like.” You grin.
“Definitely later.”
Iwaizumi pulls back to tug his t-shirt over his head and you’re immediately distracted.
You shamelessly rake your gaze over his form, you mouth watering at the sight of him. You’ve always been able to feel the hardness of his muscles through his clothes but it’s nothing compared to seeing it with your own eyes. You reach up to run your hands across his stomach and up to his chest, feeling the smattering of dark hair there, before feeling the definition of his shoulders. Iwaizumi smirks and stands up, quickly ridding himself off his jeans and boxers.
You get a glimpse of the cut of muscle on his hips and his thick thighs before he’s on top of you again, his cock hard and hot against your sopping pussy.
“Pick your jaw off the floor,” Iwaizumi says, sucking small bruises against your collarbone.
“Sorry you’re super fucking hot, Iwa.” You roll your eyes. “Shoot me.”
He chuckles and repositions himself, parting your thighs with his body. The feel of his skin against yours is electrifying, everywhere he touches leaving a scorching trail. The intimacy almost makes your heart set off at a gallop again but Iwaizumi notices your breath catching.
He leans forward on his forearms, barely a gap between you, and brushes your hair from your forehead.
“Hey,” he whispers, the corner of his mouth up ticking. “Who’s my little slut?”
You break out in a smile despite yourself and press a kiss against his lips.
“I’m your little slut, Iwa,” you whisper back.
“You’re goddamn right.”
You gasp as his cock parts your lips, pushing inside you. Iwaizumi rolls his hips, bottoming out quickly before pulling back. He’s so close to you, the trimmed hair at the base of his cock rubs against your clit, stimulating both your sensitive bud and your hole at once.
“S-shit…” you murmur, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure consumes you.
“Hey.”
Iwaizumi’s sharp voice makes you eyes snap open again. He fixes you with his gaze as his hand wraps around your throat.
“Look at me while I fuck you.”
You do what he says. Iwaizumi’s green eyes bore into yours as he thrusts harder, snapping his hips against you. His cock throbs as he watches your brows scrunch up in the middle, your lips parting as lustful whimpers escape. You look so beautiful like this, taking his cock so well.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Iwaizumi groans. “Feel so fucking good. Perfect little slut.”
You draw your knees up, letting Iwaizumi go deeper, moans rising as he hits a new spot inside you. You wrap your legs around him, holding him close, your nails sinking into his biceps.
You never knew this could feel so good, to lay bare beneath someone. Beneath Iwaizumi.
“I love this,” you gasp, the words falling from your lips before you can stop them. “I love you.”
Iwaizumi’s heart nearly bursts out of his chest. He doesn’t break pace, feeling your walls start to clench down around him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he says, voice breaking. “I love you so much.”
I love you.
Somehow over the rush of blood in your ears, your eyes rolled back in your skull, pleasure seizing your body like a vice, you hear him. Iwaizumi cums with you, your walls milking him as he unleashes his load deep inside you. Your bodies are slicked with sweat, skin stuck together as you hold each other, breathless.
Iwaizumi doesn’t move right away, choosing to dip his head and kiss you first. The same gentle kiss that made you realise he’d broken past your carefully constructed barrier, that made you realise you need more. A million butterflies explode in your stomach.
Iwaizumi presses his forehead against yours, breath mingling. You know he might have a fist around your heart but you wouldn’t trust it with anyone else.
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໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.
notes. hi queen here are your slice of life headcanons with iwa-chan, let’s see how good of a boyfie he can be based on the amounts of sol anime i’ve seen..
genre. fluff
for @melukonova <3
hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader.
⌗ walks with you every morning to school because you live in the same neighborhood as he does — so why not go together?
⌗ knew each other from young and through your parents so you kinda grew up together over the years and just stayed really close
⌗ study sessions at each other’s homes are a usual since you each have your strengths at school and wish to help each other to slay those exams later on🤞
⌗ supermarketing together ( yes, yes this was coming, don’t be surprised ) is less boring than going alone, right? especially when you beg him to let you sit in the cart and push you down the many aisles before a stock merchandiser gives you a dirty look
⌗ iwaizumi apologizes for your clownery and takes responsibility
⌗ after an eventful shopping session, you carry the bags together home ( he has the heavier ones and the majority of your own bags )
⌗ there were times where the clerks didn’t double bag and the ones containing produce tore..
⌗ cue you both running down a hill to grab the tomatoes that fell out
⌗ one time oikawa saw and laughed his ass off before gracing you with his assistance
⌗ just like you walk to school together, you also walk home together; iwa doesn’t want you walking alone at night since club activities drag sometimes, so he waits for you or you wait for him
⌗ you guys have a lot of classes together and are deskmates ( yay ), so it’s usually his job to prevent you from nodding off in classes or smacking your head down all together on the table..
⌗ miscommunications aren’t often since you guys have known each other for what feels like eons.. but there was this one time.
⌗ iwaizumi received a letter and it brought a bitterness to your heart as you watched a girl smiling giddily at him
⌗ did she have a thing for him? was it a letter confessing her feelings for him? not that you cared, of course — he was your best friend, nothing more than that
⌗ but was he really?
⌗ after the letter incident, you became a bit distant from iwaizumi, trying to avoid him as best as you can — making excuses to not go to school with him in the morning or return home with him
⌗ until oikawa, that is
⌗ “ah, y/n-chan! i finally caught you! it’s almost impossible to find you anymore, given you haven’t been around iwa-chan..” he’d trail off purposely before sliding his eyes to yours. “is there a reason for that, perhaps?”
⌗ of course he notices.
⌗ “i figured he was busy, so i didn’t wanna bother him..” you’d mumble back to him, avoiding his gaze. part of you felt ashamed that you had been avoiding hajime as you were, but you couldn’t bear to know how things had gone with that letter he was given.
⌗ a hum would leave tooru’s lips before he fished something out of his pocket, holding it up. “does this thing ring a bell, perhaps?”
⌗ and low be hold ( is that how you spell that lmao ), the letter hajime was given.. and tooru had it.
⌗ “a lot of my admirers like to give iwa-chan love letters addressed to me, and that one i assume you saw that day, was also for me.”
⌗ now, you felt like an idiot. of course it was for tooru — hajime was his best friend! he dealt with that bullshit all the time, and yet the one time you witness it.. you freeze up thinking it was for him.
⌗ “um, okay.. why are you telling me this again?”
⌗ “go to the courtyard and see for yourself!” would be his parting words as he leaves with a wink before returning to his classroom.
⌗ weird.
⌗ but you would go, anyway. tooru didn’t say things without purpose, or some kinda motive behind his words — it was just like him
⌗ as you arrive outside, you find hajime sitting under a sakura tree, and you think to yourself of the irony behind that sight, the cliche of it
⌗ he’s staring off into the rustling trees while you approach him carefully before sliding down on the tree, opposite from the side he was leaning against
⌗ “hey.”
⌗ “hey..” you would mumble back before letting out a breath. “i guess i have some explaining to do, don’t i?”
⌗ and so you tell everything you’d concluded after your encounter in the hall with tooru
⌗ long before you would connect the dots, hajime will have done so just by the changes in your expressions
⌗ you liked him. he didn’t think you ever would, considering how good you guys are as friends — but he could tell that you felt the same way as he did.. just that you hadn’t acknowledged it yet or realized for yourself
⌗ that brings up a new question. “riddle me this, if the letter was in fact for me, how would you have felt?”
⌗ pause. what? a who now?
⌗ “it would be weird to see you with someone else.” you finally answered, raising a brow. “why? did someone confess to you?”
⌗ a laugh left his lips as he shook his head. “no y/n, i was not confessed to, i’m just testing something.” he answered truthfully, quieting his laughter. “you said it was weird for you to see me with someone else. why is that?”
⌗ your hands felt clammy. why was he asking so many questions all of the sudden? and why so many regarding how you feel? it’s not like you could explain — even you didn’t understand!
⌗ “because it just- is!” you would blurt in defense, becoming increasingly more flustered with his inquiries. what were you, a criminal? was it a crime to feel a certain way without explanation?
⌗ and then he would shift around the tree to see your face, noting the way you covered your cheeks.
⌗ you gave away so much without even knowing what you were doing
⌗ “okay.” he would begin, letting out a breath. “so what if it was you being with me?” he asked after a moment to think — to phrase it right, as he moved to be in front of you, kneeled on the grass. “what if you were with me, how would that make you feel?”
⌗ you, with hajime? that.. wasn’t something you considered. maybe one time you thought of making a pact to get married when you both reached your forties — but other than that..
⌗ “i don’t know- i haven’t.. thought of it.” why were you so nervous now? the morning breeze made it brisk — why were you feeling all warm?
⌗ “well, then what do you think now if i asked you out, to be with me?” to be more than my best friend, he wanted to add.
⌗ and you were starstruck, completely shocked by the question because hajime, of all people, the least likely to ask this of you, is asking it.. right this second, in front of you.
⌗ no letter needed
⌗ and who were you to refuse when you wanted to be with him, too.
notes. i sped through this with one working braincell so i’m not sure how good this is.. but i hope it fulfills your needs of a slice of life iwa-chan :’)
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[10:15 pm]
game over. game over. game over.
Matsukawa Issei stares, dead eyed, at the screen in front of him as a deep and guttural wave of despair sinks into his gut.
"idiot!" issei winces and pulls his headphones slightly away from his head as makki's voice blares out at full volume. "we could have won that round if you just listened to me!"
issei leans back and crosses his arms over his face. "that loss was all you man. I was the one actually being good at the game."
"no way you're delusional like that..." Issei stretches with a yawn, tuning out makki's usual post-game rant, when a pair of arms slide over his shoulders and gently wraps around his neck. he looks up to meet your eyes that peek out from behind his obnoxiously pink gaming chair.
"hey," you say and lean forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. "lost the game?"
"yeeaah, but maybe if I get a kiss I'll win the next round?" smirking, issei reaches up to draw his fingers through your hair. he settles his hand down on the back of your neck, and you roll your eyes as he gently pulls you closer to him. your lips are mere centimeters apart, and a gleeful issei closes his eyes to get his well deserved incentive.
"issei, is that a girl?!!?"
issei jerks his hand in surprise and accidentally knocks your heads together. "ow." you mutter. your hand goes up to feel the now tender red spot growing in the center of your forehead. in a huff you untangle issei's hand from your hair before moving toward his bed where all your study books have been strewn about.
an indignant issei, also rubbing his head, pulls his headphones back on.
"yes, makki, that was a girl." he rolls his eyes.
"no way. Matsukawa Issei actually has a REAL girl in his room?" Makki laughs. "the boys are gonna go crazy."
issei rolles his eyes. again.
"so who is it?" issei could just imagine makki leaning forward in his chair, eagerly waiting for the chance to embarrass issei in their "seijoh boys" group chat. issei refuses give makki that satisfaction.
he grins. "your sister."
makki goes dead silent.
"hello? you there makki?"
through his headphones, issei hears makki breathing in and letting a steady breath out. "yeah right issei. be serious--who is it?"
"mm, i'm pretty serious about this." issei glances over toward where you are by his bed, putting your textbooks back into your backpack. he furrows his brows and frowns when you stand up to swing your backpack over your shoulder.
"just because you go to the same university as my baby sister does NOT give you the authority to be making jokes like this--"
"hold on man, I gotta deafen for a sec."
"wait what? come on, just give me some serious answe--."
issei clicks the deafen button on his chatting client, effectively shutting up his best friend, and swivels his chair around to fully face you.
"what did makki say?" you ask. issei stands up and walks toward you.
"he didn't believe me when I told him his sister was here." he shrugs.
you hit him gently on his shoulder. "don't tease my brother like that. he was always more weakhearted between the two of us."
Issei spreads his hands out in front of him. "hey, I was only telling him the truth." you shake your head, laughing.
issei tilts his head to one side, then pulls you into his chest. "you leaving?"
you sigh and push your face closer into his shirt. "yeah I should head out before it gets even later. I have an early class tomorrow so..."
issei sighs, resting his chin on your head, when he suddenly pushes back and looks down at you--mischief twinkling in his eyes. He quickly slides his hands into yours, and pulls you back toward his desk. Issei sits down in his chair and nestles your legs in-between his own. due his sheer abundance of height, even sitting the two of you are still almost eye level. "how about this:"
you raise a brow.
"if I win this next game," he continues, "we have a sleepover."
you let out a full laugh this time. "oh man, you are funny huh?"
"hey," issei wines "I'm serious!"
you smile, and your eyes catch on a stray hair that rests against issei's forehead. you reach to brush it back, but issei grabs your hand before you can and intertwines his fingers with yours. "hm? whaddya say?"
you look at him. his eyes give the barest hints of "puppy dog" while still maintaining that cool "I don't care what you decide" smirk. but what melts your reserve is the slight tinge of pink that not-so-subtly creeps up his ears.
"fine," you give an exaggerated sigh, "i'll stay, but only if you win the next round."
issei grins and swivels around toward his setup. He un-deafens in the chatting client and pulls his headphones on again. "hey man you there? I'm back."
"Finally! where have you been?" makki exclaims in neglect. "I've been waiting for the past, like, 15 minutes now."
"sorry man, had to talk to my girl for a sec." issei quickly clicks around the screen to get his character ready, "down for one more round?"
"you know I am, but hold up for sec because 'your girl'?? c'mon man don't bs and just tell me who you have over. i am your best friend you can trust me!”
issei wordlessly turns his mic up to you in response, his eyes never leaving his screen. you lean forward closer to the mic. "issei wasn't lying," you say.
makki falls silent again.
"ready to start the game?" issei's mouse hovers over the Start Game button.
"_____???? WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?" Makki shouts. "I'M BOOKING A TICKET TO TOKYO RIGHT NOW AND YOU BETTER BE--"
"okaay, starting!" issei gleams as he once again effectively shuts up his best friend, or (also more accurately) shuts up your brother, and clicks Start Game.
[ an: oop that was longer than i thought it would be so i did not read this through again. just brain rot]
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