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mxtcha-tea · 4 years

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domestic shiratorizawa

⊹summary; the life inside the dorms of shiratorizawa

⊹pilots; gn![y/n], ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, reon, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki (pairings showed; yamagata x reader, goshiki x reader)

⊹genre; fluff, crack and some cursings (no proofread)

⊹flight details; i've once made a domestic imagines in my old blog so imma make a small reboot of it <3

random shopping

normal day, normal life. you could've seen yourself laying or even napping in your room while a compilation of minecraft songs plays in the background. but no. instead, you're inside an antique shop with Yamagata, Ushijima and Tendou.

you have no idea when, or how did the process happened but you surely is done with getting dragged inside the shop by Tendou and Yamagata.

while Ushijima's stuck on a section, you don't know where, but he's definitely stuck there, "[y/n]! look at what i found,"

Yamagata called you as you turned around to see him holding up a pretty heavy doll. you raise your brow, "what the hell is that?" walking towards him and taking a closer look at the object in hand,

"i think it's a, um, i think a matryoska doll? matroyska? is that how you say it?" "why're you asking me, i don't know jack shit about russian stuff,"

"ah you mean, matryoshka doll?" Tendou butted in, startling you two, "it's also called a 'nesting doll' and did you actually know that it was actually originated from china?"

Yamagata's eyes practically sparkled at that with a surprised look, "from china? really?"

you can only roll your eyes, "and how can you even know all that?" Tendou snickered and put on a smug face, "i'm actually very smart, y'know. ya'll just don't know about it," "says the person in class 2,"

"i blame the mathematic old hags for adding letters in math, and the apple that fucking hit my man Isaac," you tsk'ed and walk towards the next section. Yamagata passive aggressively put the matryoshka doll down and follow after you along with Tendou,

"also, we need to find ushijima, i think he's stuck in some section between here...ah there," you stopped walking and turn to your right where you find Ushijima reading a book.

Tendou skipped towards him and smack his shoulder, "you okay, wakatoshi-kun? you sure did took longer to look at the stuff here," while Tendou chats with Ushijima, Yamagata look up at the shelves as something caught his eyes.

he tried to reach it while tip toing but due to his height, he can't reach it. then, he jumped from his spot to grab the object but end up hitting his head onto the board, "AGH, FUCK!" which causes you all to look at him, watching him hold his head while shivering from the pain,

"are you okay, yamagata?" ushijima ask, putting back the book on the shelves, "yeah, yeah, i'm just tryna get that," he shakes his head before pointing up.

you followed his finger and caught a glimpse of an old polaroid. it's a little bit dusty but other than that, it looks new. Ushijima reached it from his spot and managed to grab it, "here,"

he hands it to Yamagata as he instantly recovered from his recent pain and snatch it from Ushijima's hand, subtly thanking him with a grin, "why do you even need a polaroid?" Tendou asked, leaning his arm over Ushijima's shoulder with one brow up,

"pfft, for journaling of course,"

a gust of wind went through you while staring at him with a poker face, the same with Tendou with a small cat like smile. Ushijima just looked the same,

"okay," "WHAT'S WITH THE TONE??" you blinked and just knit your eyebrows, "i mean, since when you started journaling? you're not even the type of person to do something aesthetic,"

he pouted and just crosses his arms, "so what? that doesn't mean i can't do it, right? have faith in me god darn it. and honestly, my journal looks good so far," "well, fine,"

you waved your hand at him and continue going through the other section. and just like that, "hey wait!" Yamagata tailed after you.

Tendou snickered at the two and focus back on Ushijima, who's still watching the display yet again, "have you thought of what to buy wakatoshi-kun?" "i'm not sure, there's a lot of interesting stuff here," "well, you've only been in this section but okay~"

studying

"agh, why did those idiots really have to call me at this time...?"

you groaned, slowly walking through the halls with a slouched figure. tracing your fingers along the wall with a dejected look. you're suppose to sleep today.

an hour or two long sleep. it's finally the weekend which means the time for you to sleep all of your problems away. drifting into slumber with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, enjoying your dream as long as you can.

until your ringtone annoyingly rings next to your ear. you answer the call, and again greeted by the most annoying human in the planet,

"[y/n], we need you at the gym right now!"

"huh? oh fuck off Tendou, i need to sleep right now,"

"nuh uh, you can sleep later after you go to the gym,"

"why? are you, i don't know, practicing or something?"

"you have to find out. if you don't move your ass from that bed, we'll send Hayato to wake you up~"

". . ."

and now, you find yourself standing in front of the door of shiratorizawa's volleyball gym. not only that Tendou wakes you up from your sleep, you also had to WALK all the way from your dorm to the gym,

"i'm gonna add more time to their practices after this..."

sliding the door open, you expect them to be doing serves or maybe spikes.

but instead, you're seeing them—as in the 3rd years—all sitting down at the middle of the court, with books around them.

and what's even more confusing is that they somehow managed to bring a table inside. no, not the flip-able table.

literally a whole ass table.

Reon looks up from his book and notices your figure standing on the door way. he waves his hand at you, you did the same but still with a confused look.

Yamagata was next to see you as he abruptly stand up from his spot, shaking the table in the process,

"Hayato! stop shaking the table," "oops, sorry. ah, wait, [y/n]!"

that caught all of the boys attention as they look at you, "what taking you so long to arrive?" Tendou asked, a pen rested in between his upper lip and nose.

Semi smacked him in the face—earning an 'ow'—before shaking his head,

"their dorm is literally far from the gym, and why do you even proposed your idea of studying at the gym anyway?"

you make your way towards them, Reon patting the empty spot next to him. you sat down on your spot as Yamagata did the same. seemed like he was waiting for you.

Tendou rubbed his nose and pouted at Semi, "this was the best place to study anyway! it have much more room,"

"we should've gone to the cafeteria OR the LIBRARY," Semi groaned, looking back at his book before writing on it,

"pfft, the cafeteria's no fun. and i got banned from the library," Reon looks at Tendou with confusion, "well, it's not surprising,"

Tendou shrugged, "i was also banned from the library," Ushijima said, not looking up from his notes as you knit your eyebrows at that,

"you're also banned from the library? Satori, what did you and Ushijima did—" "anyways, um,"

he cut you off, fidgeting with his pen before pointing it at you, "right, you need to tutor us on this subject~!"

you blinked, looking down at the book they're studying about, "haven't the teacher covered this already?"

"well, i'm sorry, class 6. but we have no idea how this thing works. maybe only Reon, but look at Semi,"

Tendou wrapped his arm around Semi's neck, practically head locking him, "he's from class 1 and i think you should teach him about this the most," "I'll rip your fucking head off, Tendou!"

while both of them tried to strangle each other, Yamagata caught your attention next,

"and also, it won't be fun without you, y'know," Reon nodded, "and don't forget that you can't leave me alone in this,"

"oh right," "hm? what was that?" Yamagata asked. you just shake your head with a defeated smile, "nothing..."

after clearing your throat, you snatched Semi's book away before flipping through the pages,

"okay you scumbags, it's time to learn,"

oblivious enough

the birds chirped from the tree, the hallway's as loud as ever. Semi and Tendou's leaning against the window, each of them drinking apple juice and eating yakisoba bread.

it was silence between them before Semi spoke, "hey, Tendou," "yes Semi-Semi?" "y'know,"

Semi turned his head to look at Tendou as the redhead did the same, "have you, noticed the relationship between [y/n] and Yamagata lately?"

the latter made a thinking face, before nodding, "hm, seems so,"

"do you think, either one of them ever noticed about it?" Tendou shakes his head at the question, "nope, i don't think they do. in fact, they might be completely oblivious to it,"

Semi snickered, "right, like that one time..."

"[y/n], do you think my lips are dry right now?"

you look up from your clipboard, seeing Yamagata pointing his lips, "hm, nah. they're fine, but if you want, i can but on some lip balm,"

his eyes sparkled at that as he nodded his head with excitement, "sure!" you walk towards your bag with Yamagata following you. opening the zipper and search inside it, you pull out your lip balm,

"here, hold still," you put a hand on his cheek while the other applies lip balm onto his lips. it was a slow process but he managed to not move at all while making eye contact with you.

once you finished applying, he pop his lips before humming, "mn, cherry," "let me know if you need anything else,"

he nodded with now flushed cheeks as he smile at you. you did the same, gently patting his arm.

from a distance, Shirabu looks at them with a disgusted look, "ugh, can't they be more subtle about it,"

Kawanishi shrugged, "just let them be,"

"how can i redo my memory? i don't need to see that this early," "well, what if it was us?" "i would be twice as grossed, i can put my own lip balm," "hm yeah, you're right, i honestly would be like that too," "good,"

"haha yeah, now that i think about it, they do it all the time right?" Tendou nodded at Semi's statement before hearing the all too familiar voice just a few meters away from them,

"[y/n]!"

you turned your head around while still sipping your drink. Yamagata stood in front of you, holding out his visibly crumpled necktie with a small smile,

"my necktie!" "ah again? whatever," you give your drink to him as he hold it for you.

grabbing the necktie from his hand, looping it around his collar shirt and started tying it with a concentrated look,

"i can't say that it'll be clean when i finished tying it," "it's okay! that's why i'm asking you to do it, messy or not, at least i have it on," "hm, yeah,"

after you finished tying it and patting it a little, Yamagata hugged you, "thank you!" "yeah, you're welcome,"

the aura literally radiates on the slightly crowded hallway as some of the students who passed you talked among themselves.

Semi and Tendou stared at you two, expressionless eyes but with a small smile,

'ah, right,'

Tendou sighed, intertwining his fingers together and lifting it up to his cheeks, "ah, young love~"

"we're all the same age,"

"young love~"

bonus; reliable kouhai

lifeless.

is what goshiki would say when he took a few glances at you from his book. you promised to tutor him about this subject he's struggling on. but didn't really expect to see your slouched form walking inside the library.

he's not even sure if you even hear anything you're saying right now, "get a shovel and two-" your head hit the table, creating a loud sound and catching the attention of almost everyone inside the library,

"[y/n]-senpai, um, are you okay??" you groaned and rapidly blink your eyes, covering your forehead, "yeah, 'm just..."

a yawn escaped from your mouth before you can even finish your sentence, "...tired. those stupid senpais of yours need help tutoring too even tho being grown ass men,"

goshiki closes his book and creating a small 'thump', snapping you out from your mind,

"well, if that so then you didn't have to come, you could've just tell me and i would be fine with it!" your hoarse laugh caught him off guard as a shade of red ran across his cheeks, "i can't break a promise, tsutomu. why do you even think i agree on tutoring you?"

"uh, cause you want to help me with my studies?" "one of it, and cause i enjoy tutoring you," he can feel his cheeks heating up more when you made eye contact with him, a small smile laced upon your face,

"and honestly, you're smarter than i thought. class 4 right? that's cool," he looked away, trying to calm his nerves down, "t-thanks! a lot of people thought i was in a lower class, so i, i appreciate it,"

goshiki took a peek at you, now burying your face onto your face, "also, senpai," "hm?"

"you should take a nap for now, i think i can start understanding this formula," you slightly look up at him, "you sure? i was prolly talking craps just now," "yeah! your health is more important anyway,"

you hum, offering him a warm smile, "thanks, i know i can count on you," you rested onto your side and close your eyes. lips slightly parted and just like that, you're deep in your dreams.

he pursed his lips, slowly leaning against the table to look at your face. it's calm, peaceful and beautiful, kissable lips. he wonder if he could lean in a little closer until you two-

goshiki instantly jolted up and hit himself on the head, face's covered in the color red, 'no! don't think about that, curse you Tendou-San for introducing me to those mangas...'

Tendou's faces ran across his mind as he grunted,

'why're they so pretty??'

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jesswritesthat · 4 years

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Iwaizumi Hajime: Fairy Tales

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~4.5k. fluff, angst

• The classic fairy tales have a prince charming, but when your neighbour sees herself as the princess in this story - what are you supposed to do? Forget your feelings and support her dream, right?

Warnings: cursing, fem reader, 4.5k (ahah I am so sorry plz forgive, I got carried away but it’s cute I swear)

A/N: Inspired by this artwork! Onee-chan is an endearing term for ‘older sister’.

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Once Upon A Time...

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Crushes were considered cute, adorable even, when coating the furiously blushing cheeks of little girls.

But not today.

Not on your 10 year old neighbour.

And not with her over-dramatic antics.

Admittedly you viewed Akina as a little sister, the relationship apparently mutual considering her insistence on dubbing you 'Onee-chan' for the past two years.

As a result, you were prime choice when the girl begged to watch an Aobajohsai match -an Uncle of her classmate being the Captain or something- which left you regretting your choice of High School.

Maybe you should've gone to Shiratorizawa?

Regardless of your lack of interest to the matter, you shared a couple of classes and thus became acquainted with members of the football, basketball, and volleyball clubs so it wouldn't be peculiar for you to attend any of their extracurriculars. Support the school and all that.

Seijoh vs Date Tech was the Volleyball practice game she'd gushingly raved about, the young ravenette tugging your wrist like she owned the place when striding through the stands that Friday evening.

"Takeru~"

"Akina-chan! I saved you a good seat!" The young boy gladly greeted you both with a wave, the two youngest leaning over the barrier to eagerly observe whilst you tiredly stretched on the benches.

They played well from what you'd gathered, even if admittedly, the majority of your entertainment stemmed from the awed gasps of a lovestruck Akina. A prominent pink hue dusted her features, eyes sparkling like crystalline stars with every movement a particular player made.

"Whose the lucky guy Aki-chan?" Came your taunting whisper, the girl emitting an unusual hushed squeak from the back of her throat in the midst of panic and snapped to you with an embarrassed glare.

"Hah?! Shhh! He might hear you!"

"I doubt it from all the way down there, which one is he?"

Begrudgingly, and taking an extra second to determine your (likely devious) intentions, she tentatively pointed out the commanding presence of #4.

Iwaizumi you'd noted from class, never having seen him play before, you understood why his powerful spikes and leader-like authority would garner attention when he stepped onto the court. Oikawa was their Captain, as clarified by Takeru, but Tōru and the underclassmen certainly respected their Ace.

Takeru guided you to the dynamic duo after the victorious match, a compassionate favour to fuel the burning cheeks of an awkward Akina when standing a meer metre from her 'Prince Charming'.

The boy claimed the peripheral of his Uncle, meanwhile you bit your lip in an attempt to subdue the cheshire grin prevailing at the sight of your neighbour shuffling up to the Ace and awkwardly tugging on his jacket in two gentle motions.

"Hm? Oh, hey are you alright?" Though surprised by the smaller stature, Iwaizumi quickly replaced his confusion with a warm smile when crouching to her level.

“The-these are for you!” It was too loud, a side effect of her ravaging nerves you supposed, and accompanied by the sharp thrust of a paper bag in his direction - Iwaizumi was understandably startled by the brisk gesture.

You on the other hand, muttered treacherous curses under your breath, having slaved over the brownies she was currently offering under false pretences of baking snacks for the game. Not as romantic favours.

“Um? Thank you so much, can I try one now?” Eagerly, Akina nodded at his polite query, also accepting when he gestured for her to take one too.

“These are incredible, did you make them yourself?”

“Oh- yeah- I mean, Onee-chan was my Sous Chef!” There was a vague indication back to your position since she was unable to take her eyes off of the Ace (you weren’t sure if she’d even blinked yet) who looked up to your crossed arms with a blink of recognition.

"Fellow Class-5 attendee." The witty tone of acknowledgement came with a lazy gesture of your hand, Iwaizumi snorting slightly and nodding in return as he stood tall to meet you.

"Hey (L/n)."

Akina flicked between the two of you twice, betrayal radiating from her frantic looks whilst the Ace moved to offer you a confection also.

"You know him?! And you didn't think to introduce me Onee-chan?!"

“You never asked, anyway, we should probably head out before the shop closes.” Came your playful reply as you finished the treat, recounting the short item list lingering in the back of your mind.

Akina gave a pained huff, subtlety sticking her tongue out at you before stalking toward the gym door - you narrowed your eyes. Too easy.

Just then, she paused, retracing her steps and clutching her bare shoulders with puppy dog eyes staring back at you and Iwaizumi.

“It’s - re-really cold out th-there!”

It was a hint, one a teenage girl would not-so-secretly drop whilst on a date, sympathy-seeking gaze discreetly flicking to Hajimes’ Seijoh track jacket.

The soft plump of your jacket/hoodie/jumper onto her head ensued an arrogant mumble in her distracted state, the girl once more sending daggers at you whilst you waved to Oikawa and headed toward the door. Due to her frustration, Akina allowed your clothing to drop to the floor as she quickly hugged Takeru goodbye and went trudging after you in disappointment.

The evening walk was pleasant with Akinas’ ongoing silent assault, yet you could feel in the atmosphere that she wanted to reprimand you - only her stubborn nature meant you’d have to ask first.

“Talk to me Aki-chan~”

“You ruined my plan (Y/n)-chan!” There it is.

“Oh c’mon, I know Iwaizumi would’ve chivalrously given up his jacket but it’d drag the floor on you.”

“That’s what’s cute about it!” A stomp of her foot emphasised her point, even if your lacklustre logic wasn’t nearly half as passionate as hers.

“Alright alright, how about I buy you an extra something as an apology for sabotaging your scheme. Anything affordable you want.” You proposed in exasperation, Akina withheld her pout but agreed nonetheless and ventured deeper into the grocery store whilst you collected your items.

It wasn’t until you were paying at the counter did a porcelain thud alert you to her arrival, a bemused eyebrow arch judging her item choice.

"You got a cactus. Of all the things you coulda brought from the store? You pick a spikey plant."

"Exactly Onee-chan~ A spikey plant, I saw him and instantly knew he was for me." Glee laced her high pitched voice, opting to carry it herself as you exited and began the stroll home.

"He? Next you'll have named it too."

"His name is Iwa-chan~" This was encapsulated in a wistful sigh of admiration, the statement alone forcing you into amused submission.

"Of course it is. Oh-oh my gosh you're serious?! Don-don't I'm howling! Ah-phew, I can't - gimme a sec."

"Iwaizumi-Senpai Junior was too long okay?!" Adamantly and embarrassingly defending her decision, she lightly kicked your shin in hopes of silencing you - yet you wiped a fake tear from your eye, meeting the detrimental expression of the child and falling to a neutral one as a result.

"Oh you are serious. Sure, I hope you take good care of...” A brief pause of scepticism and vague gesture to the small round cactus. “Iwa-chan."

“I will!”

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It’d been two days, and true to her proclamation, your neighbour treasured her newest addition - not that there was much you could do for a cactus - but you dare not mention that when faced with more kindness than you’d ever seen her display.

You were actually just leaving her home (since Takeru would be coming over later) when a familiar voice hailed your attention over the refreshing breeze of midday.

“Eh? Iwaizumi?”

“Hey, um, you left your jacket/hoodie/jumper at the gymnasium after the game so...” There was a sheepish air to his toned figure when falling to a stop opposite you, handing over the clothing as action to his sentence.

“I would’ve collected it tomorrow, saved you the trouble - but thank you Iwaizumi.”

“I didn’t know if you wore it to school, so I washed it just in case. No problem honestly.” His hands buried into the pockets of his pearl-white hoodie, bashful smile adorning his features that looked gorgous under the sunlight.

“You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it. I was, I was actually going for a walk, do you wanna join me - if you’re not busy?“

“Yeah sure, we’ve got lovely weather.” Silently he cursed himself for mentioning the freaking weather of all things, though couldn’t bring himself to dwell on it when your lighthearted laughter swirled around him.

“I know this great trail in the woods.”

“Hm? I can show you one of my favourite running routes around there.”

It wasn’t classified as a date by any means, yet there was lingering palpable tension when he’d walked you to your gate, a faint hue illuminated by the glow of the sun that you’d miss otherwise.

“I enjoyed walking with you Iwaizumi, thanks for joining me last minute.”

“Anytime, would you want to do this again—“

“Iwaizumi-Sama?!” Curse your neighbour, of all the inopportune moments...

“Uh - hi Akina-san?” Now he was silently grateful to Oikawa for informing him of namesakes and reasons for attendance on Friday, also how you weren’t biologically related. Even so, he took a step out of your parameter, as if being caught doing something he shouldn’t. You wish he was.

“Wait there!”

Hajime turned to you for enlightenment, you apparently mirroring his perplexity with a shrug of your own. The speed at which she bounded from the house astounded you, Akina politely bowing before her crush and presenting the beloved cactus to him like a trophy.

“Cool, that’s a nice cactus you’ve got there. How long have you had it?” Again, Iwaizumi kneeled to meet her and inspect the shrubbery a little closer with a gentle smile that simultaneously melted her heart and rapidly sped it up.

"2 days and I called it Iwa-chan!" Her answer was immediate, choking it out undeniably flustered by the proximity - though he was no better. The tips of his ears teasingly scarlet due to the flattering nature of her choice, Iwaizumi barely managing to question it out of surprise.

"Yo-you did?"

"Yes! It's spikey and your hair is spikey." Seeing him like this encouraged her confidence you’d noted, pointing to his brunette strands and holding the cactus a little higher.

"I see—“

"And you're a Spiker." She whispered like it was a secret -one which everyone at Seijoh in fact knew- Hajime briefly closed his eyes and nodded along gingerly with his blush only growing in intensity.

"I'm aware—"

"I named it after you Iwaizumi-Sama!"

"I - I know Akina." His hands swamped her shoulders once he’d placed them there reassuringly, now meeting her hopeful gaze with a grateful one of his own and voice far too sympathetic to possibly covey how honoured he truly was. "That's really nice of you, I don't know what to say."

"You missed prickly off of that cute little list~"

Your trio turned to the origin, that being the scandalous wink of the Captain and his nephew continuing toward you all.

"Dammit Cra— Oikawa..." Remedying his less than stellar terminology due the attendance of minors, you playfully leaned into the shoulder of Oikawa with sarcastic agreement based on Iwas’ recent snappy remark.

"Oh yeah, I see it now Captain."

That was when Oikawa dissected it, the flash of frustration in his best friends irises and the way he’d begrudgingly risen to his feet perfectly aligning with the moment of physical contact you’d just issued. Iwaizumi liked you.

“Well, Iwa and I best be going. Have fun kids, and see you tomorrow (L/n)-chan!” Oikawa charmingly finalised - Iwaizumi tenderly tousling Akinas’ hair prior to issuing a sweet nod to both you and Takeru.

Though you didn’t miss the resounding echo of a slap once the pair turned the corner, you could only wonder what Tōru had done to piss off his beloved Ace this time.

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Give it a month and her crush was as potent as the spiny needles on miniature ‘Iwa-chan’. Part of you suspects Iwaizumi isn’t oblivious to it based on the occasions he’d walk you home.

Each time she’d intercept, he’d carefully tread the thin line of being receptively respectful (to protect her feelings) and dismissive (as to not give her false hope) - of course the hyper-obsessive mind of a 10 year old fails to account for these trivial details.

It’s a day or two after the finals of the Interhigh Preliminaries, Aobajohsai defeated by Shiratorizawa, and you’d stopped by the gymnasium to cheer them up - homemade bentos in hand. The whole team were grateful for the lunches, as well as the uplifting positivity Akina bestowed upon each of them.

They’d received bouquets of congratulations for their efforts of course, two currently decorating the gym which you couldn’t help but admire. Lost in your daydream, you wondered if Akina knew her crush was currently a lost cause, not that you’d harshly disclose that any time soon.

There was a cautious movement of your hair, a quietly distressed shriek escaping your lips due to the miscalculation of it. Instead you were met with the chiding of Hajime - who spun a delicate white flower between his index and middle finger.

“It’s a flower from Seijoh, a token of appreciation for your help. Apparently pollen free if that means anything to you?”

“Oh? And you just decide to throw it on me?”

“If you hadn’t have panicked, I was going to...” It was teasing mockery, the Ace narrowing the distance and carefully manipulating your hair to display the gorgeous foliage. “Do that.”

Proud of his work, he smiled brightly in approval, naturally slipping his hands into his track jacket as you danced your fingertips over the plush petals rather elegantly.

“So, how’s it look Hajime?” The characteristic model pose you chose was playful, unable to hold character for long you succumbed to carefree laughter and Iwaizumi tutted in disapproval, which contradicted his sentimental judgement.

“You look beautiful (Y/n).”

It was then that Tōru approached, shooting a cunning look to Iwa prior to complimenting you as well and soon Akina spiritedly joined - colourful bouquet accumulating her interest.

“Akina means spring flower right, so you deserve one as a thank you helping us out.” Iwaizumi knowingly inquired, picking another flower and crouching down to present it to the namesake. It was a simple gesture, one that tainted the girls cheeks with a crimson glow as she turned to you likely out of comfortable habit.

"Why does Onē-chan have one though?"

"Because I—"

"Tōru gave me mine." Was your swift interception, hoping Iwaizumi would appreciate the preserving essence of your actions - judging by the half smile thrown at you, he did.

"Aww~ It pales in comparison to your beauty my princess. Wouldn't you agree Iwa-chan?" The affectionate arm slung around your shoulders courtesy of the Captain wasn’t appreciated however, and whilst you interpreted it as a friendly gesture adhering to your story - the taunting tone dripping from ‘Iwa-chan’ was meant to elicit a reaction.

Instead a heavy sigh came, and if looks could kill - Oikawa knows he’d be suffering an excruciating death right about now.

"They're disgusting." Akina reluctantly spat, eyeing the overly-cutesy antics you both exhibited when Tōru pulled you away with pure distain.

"Well, one is." Hajime stood beside her, overlooking the scene rather deadpan considering everything. Warring emotions apparently reaching a neutralising standstill.

"You're right Iwaizumi-Sama, Oikawa-san is too pretty to deserve that."

"I woulda said (Y/n) is, but sure."

"Oh- oh yeah, me too. Totally (Y/n)." All too quick to amend her statement in favour of agreeing with and pleasing Iwaizumi, the Ace looked down to her with a small soft smile.

“C’mon, you need to eat too. Those two idiots won’t notice if you steal some of their food.”

In fact, you unexpectedly discovered Hajime only allowed her to steal from Oikawas’ box - sharing his own instead rather than let Akina ravage yours, not that you’d have minded if she’d eaten any. All of which was explained by a now eerily quiet Akina on your way home.

"What's with you?"

"Iwaizumi-Sama thinks you're pretty."

"Hmm, Hajime has a good heart. He was probably just being nice.” You absentmindedly brushed it off, even if you mind was currently plagued with linked inquires.

“I thought so.”

“Hey?!”

———

Training camp arrived rather quickly, a session deemed crucial for improving their individual skills enough to combat Shiratorizawa in the upcoming Spring High-Miyagi Prefecture Representative Playoffs.

Oikawas’ elder sister decided to visit and drop off some supplies which allowed Takeru to come along, meaning by extension, Akina was invited too.

By this point the VBC were scattered about the courts and instictively, her gleaming blue eyes were able to locate the Ace seated on a bench immediately. Akina joyfully skipped over to him with a fresh water bottle in hand, a frown befalling her upon noticing his slumped posture. His elbows rested on his knees and his head hung low with fingers expertly wiping the sweat from his tan skin.

“You seem upset Iwaizumi-Sama.”

A quirk of his features was sent her way in greeting, the Ace dropping his hands whilst still resting on his knees.

“I’m just tired, and concerned about Ushiwaka, don’t worry Akina-san. No (Y/n) today huh?” Iwaizumi posed once noting your lack of appearance for the past few hours, preferring Akina to engage in conversation she enjoyed rather than bore her with his.

“Hm, no but she said you have a good heart if that cheers you up, and I think she likes you...”

“Nah, you’ve already cheered me up. But I doubt—“ He chuckled at that, accepting the hydration with a thankful look and missing the crestfallen look sweeping her eyes with the mention of your name. It was true then.

“I know my Onee-chan Iwaizumi-Sama.” It was too quick, unmoving in her stern testament with gaze downcast as she continued. “And Oikawa-san told me you like her too, so why won’t you do anything?”

Why did the youth make it sound so effortlessly easy? Like putting your heart on the line was a natural choice that didn’t recite life-altering consequences such as heartbreak or whiplashing rejection for example. That fairy tales are an escape from reality - not a reiteration of it. All that aside, it still doesn’t include the accumulating risk of obliterating trustworthy friendships that are increasingly difficult to come by nowadays.

How was he supposed to translate that to a child though? In short, he couldn’t. The best alternative was truthful insight into his feelings on the matter.

A shaky sigh came first, easing his nerves and collecting his thoughts enough to provide a coherent answer for both himself and your little sister figure.

“You might not understand yet, but this situation is scary. (Y/n) could refuse, and that would hurt us both - I don’t want to ruin the balance we have now.”

“I know that and I know there’s still things to learn! But I understand this...”

“Can you tell me?” His levelheaded gaze scanned her cautiously, her fists now tightly knotted balls and eyes fixated on the wooden floorboards - until they desperately met his when answering the question. A poignant sentiment filling them that you’d never expect a child to translate.

“Don’t you think I’m hurting? I have a crush on you - I know that you know, I was obvious about it - so it hurts hearing how much you love my sister. It sucks watching her keep a distance from you so she doesn’t upset me - even though she really likes you back. So, the only thing I don’t understand is why neither of you are doing something about it!”

An oddly tense silence dampened the atmosphere, like the slightest movement could set off a chain reaction of explosives. Yet still, Iwaizumi pondered her elaboration for a further second - guilt, realisation and gratitude overwhelming him all too fast and at once for him to establish an appropriate response to address each emotion. What could he say then?

“You’re right Akina.”

Now she breathed, like her lungs had been frozen after unleashing her riptide of feelings and each passing second of Iwaizumis’ tantalising silence added to the weight on her chest.

“Iwaizumi-sama I didn’t mea—“

“It’s okay, you were right.” There was no resentment in him, no negative entanglements whatsoever - Hajime simply sighed a ghosting smile, pushing off the bench to kneel in front of the young girl like he’d done so many times before. This time he gently took her smaller hand in his much larger one, a gesture reminding her of the Princes’ she’d so envied in Fairy Tales. “So, may I please have your permission to ask your Onee-chan on a date?”

“...”

He really was perfect for you, wasn’t he?

———

For you, it was a surprise to meet Iwaizumi outside of your door the moment you’d opened it to leave for school. Coincidently the same second as he was about to knock, which left you both relaying incoherent curses after making yourselves jump. It was far too early for your heart to be racing this fast.

“Morning Hajime, to what do I owe the terror?”

“Tch, hilarious. I’m here for you.”

“To walk to school?”

“Yes that, and you in general. I want you, I mean I’m asking you - jeez...” Quizzically you raised a brow, this ambiguous behaviour abnormal for him. The stammering and defeated mutter accompanying the bashful hand reaching the back of his neck only added to the bafflement you had with him avoiding eye contact.

“Yes, I will walk to school with you. Not so hard right?”

“I’m not joking (Y/n), nor am I dancing around it anymore, would you want to go on a date with me? An official one this time?”

“Akina—“ Before you could finish, Hajime knew what you’d say, already amending the apprehension with a relaxed yet sanguine tone.

“Is okay with this. With us, if there could be one that is.”

“Yo-you asked her?”

“Technically, I was told. Which is amusing considering Oikawa doesn’t even have that level of fear-factor over me.” The lighthearted repartee eased the fluttering tension, a tender beam sent his way as you longingly embraced him. You’d been desperate to hug him for so long, and judging by the breathy laugh fanning your ear, you’d suspected he felt the same.

“Then yes Hajime, I’d love that.” Pulling away, insinuating you should start walking if you didn’t want to be late, you added on. “But right now, you’ve got to tell me what on Earth happened?”

“I’m betting Oikawa purposefully let information ‘slip’ because he ‘ships’ Takina or something...”

———

Two weeks of dating the Ace of Seijoh, and you couldn’t be happier - that didn’t mean you skipped out on Akina though, even if she’d been worryingly inactive as of late, usual bubbly enthusiasm drowned out by sorrowful elongated sighs. She hadn’t seen Iwaizumi since, whether due to your considerations or dates not requiring him to visit your street she didn’t know.

“What’s got you all moody?” Came your sing song voice, you leaning against the desk she was currently slumped at with eyes dully staring at her cactus.

“I hate life. I hate love. And my Prince Charming doesn’t exist.”

"I can’t disagree with the first one, but maybe you've already got yourself a Prince Charming." Your tone held mischievous intent, like you knew something she didn’t - which instantly lead her to sit up straight and turn to you in dramatic offence. She was fine.

"No, because you're dating Iwaizumi-Sama."

"Ha I am aren't I~" Shaking off your dreamy achievement, you met her once more with a knowing look. "Ahem but not him, I meant someone who saved you the best seats at a game, took you to meet your favourite Spiker and comforted you when you were upset."

"You mean Takeru?"

"Mmhm. Isn't that the kind of thing Iwaizumi would do?”

"Either way, I'll still have 'Iwa-chan' as 'Takeru-kun' doesn't suit him." Consideration laced her words, thinking of the classmate she was highly fond of whilst you had a moment of confusion.

"Whose him— ah, you mean the Cactus?"

"So dumb Onee-chan, what was Iwaizumi-Sama thinking?" She dismissively waved you off like old times, arrogant nature never failing to rattle your temper.

"Hey?!"

It was later that afternoon when the Ace reached your home, the two of you about to venture out of the neighbourhood when recognisable quizzing echoed from your neighbours house.

"Are you two going on a date?!"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Wait there!" Akina hollered back to you, slamming her window closed and disappearing from view.

"Are we in trouble?" Iwaizumi sought your guidance, and could only raise a bemused brow at your following sarcasm.

"Oh no, you're perfectly safe, Akina would never be mad at you. I, on the other hand, don't have the luxury of being deemed her 'Prince Charming'."

By the time you’d shared equally entertained smiles, Akina skidded before you both with hands ‘intimidatingly’ poised on her hips and tensed stature seriously staring up at your boyfriend.

"Iwaizumi-Sama, if (Y/n)-chan doesn't take care of you as well as I look after 'Iwa-chan' - you have to tell me. You deserve better, I won't let you suffer."

"Oh you bet~" He sent a devious smirk your way, sniggering at the incentive whilst you playfully elbowed his side.

"Oh one more thing — shoo (Y/n)-chan, this doesn't concern you~" This time she beckoned him down to her level, Hajime obediently crouching before she shot you a distasteful look and ushered you away with a flick of her hand as if you were a hovering fly.

The little monster even waited until you were far enough away for her liking (all whilst sporting an besmirching glare) to shift her focus to Iwaizumi again.

"If you even think about hurting my Onee-chan, you'll have 'Iwa-chan' to deal with. I will bring myself to throw him at your handsome face, and I'll throw him as hard as I can, okay Iwaizumi-Sama?"

Admittedly, he couldn’t subdue the endearing smirk threatening his lips, instead breathing a deep chuckle and meeting her ‘stern’ gaze with a nod of approval.

"I intend to treat (Y/n) like royalty, don't worry."

"..." Akina was floored, crush remnants still shimmering under the unfiltered gentlemanly hotness that was Iwaizumi Hajime - so who could blame her for elaborating on the escape clause?

"Um... also, consequences don't apply if you decide to marry me when I'm older, that's the loophole. Just so you know."

Rejoining your side as a flustered Akina scrambled back to her home, Iwaizumi casually intertwined your fingers with his own like he’d done so many times before, and spoke with teasing admiration.

"Your neighbour is both considerate and unnervingly dangerous for a 10 year old."

"Well yeah, I am her role model~" Grinning proudly, and winking at your boyfriend, you shamelessly basked in the self-compliment.

"You're a bad influence."

"And your namesake is the cactus of that ‘unnerving 10 year old’."

“Ah, you got me there...”

———

The End.

———

Bonus:

“...and that’s how I got them together.” The familiar tale left you burying your face in your hands due to embarrassment, a swarm of forgotten memories from the 2012 Volleyball season hauntingly resurfacing to fill the voids of detail the previous summarisation hadn’t accounted for.

The young adult stood triumphantly, crafty smirk tainting her glossy lips as she victoriously fixated her sparkling gaze on you, along with all other amused wedding attendees.

“Check it out Onee-chan, I kept ‘Iwa-chan’ alive and well too~” You looked up, hand still obscuring your unwilling smile whilst Akina displayed the familiar foliage in her palm - silk white ribbon wrapped around the cactus pot.

You could hear the withering giggles of the best man, Oikawa Tōru from his position beside your husband - Iwaizumi giving a quick slap upside his head which left you shaking yours due to the unchanged antics of the loyal pair.

Regardless, after Akinas’ unprecedented but emotional toast, you employed the western tradition of tossing your bouquet - not before Hajime had decorated your hair with a stolen flower like old times - Akina had caught it, jumping around like she was a lovestruck child again and excitedly raced into the awaiting arms of Takeru.

“Well well well, would you look at that? ‘Takina’ sails again~” Tōrus’ cunning smirk foretold he’d long predicted this outcome (likely through the meddling done in the previously told story), meanwhile Iwaizumi watched the two with an equally mischievous look.

“You’re gonna tell the embarrassing story of how you got them together if they marry, aren’t you my love?”

“Of course, they deserve a fairy tale ending too Iwa-chan~”

— 🌵 —

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #anime x reader #anime imagines #hq #hq fluff #hq imagines #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #aoba johsai

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saintlevrant · 3 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞-𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩?

𝑞'𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — Use of first person. Crack! My wifi is down, and I can't do my school work. So, let's dilly dally! ♡

tw: mature language

𝐎𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧

♤ personal manager

♤ 10/10 employer

♤ gives random raises and bonuses like it's nothing

♤ also buys a gratuity gift for being his personal manager

♤ "I know it's not much, but it's a little something."

♤ and he just eagerly stands there while I open it

♤ if it's something stupid, on everything, Imma act like that shit is the coolest thing ever given to me just to make him happy

♤ "Gahlee, my guy! This shit cleaner than a bitch! Where'd you get it from?"

♤ his grin is so goofy afterwards

♤ such a sweet man, but ong he stinks after a game

♤ please, y'all know how those jocks in the hallway smell on a daily basis? it's that + make it ✨ sweaty ✨

♤ I'd have to wash his uniform and force him to shower 3 times to get that stench off

♤ hahaha he had me in the first half

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

♤ rice processor

♤ 17/10 employer!!!

♤ he'd probably want some help harvesting the rice, but me and outdoors don't get along

♤ mans does not ask questions after I tell him that

♤ the king of approving whack ass vacation days

♤ he'd let me stay home for a month because I asked and still pay me while I'm gone

♤ he also buys his workers breakfast and lunch without taking it out of our paychecks

♤ the best employer on the block

♤ worse part of the job is when he calls meetings

♤ only calls them when sales go down

♤ he has 5 people that work for him (the two harvesters, me, the dude that picks up the rice to deliver it, and homegirl that takes record of the amount of rice harvested)

♤ we sit at a round table and he, deadass, stares into everyone's soul

♤ "Sales... are down."

♤ scariest statement I'd ever hear ✋🏾

𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

♤ idk, man. his receptionist?

♤ 6/10 employer

♤ don't get me wrong, probably the coolest employer out of all of them

♤ would probably try to drag me everywhere with the team

♤ bitch, I'm supposed to be at home managing your business calls, not out here babysitting a whole volleyball team

♤ swear, this dude forgets to pay me every other month

♤ that means I get paid once every 2-3 months

♤ how am I supposed to LIVE???

♤ really gotta learn how to ration that shit, ig. wealthy girlies could never.

♤ the pay day might be sporadic but he pays a shit ton when he remembers to

♤ I don't get to take vacation days with him, not because he won't let me, but because, I'm scared to leave him to fend for himself

♤ worst part is that he makes me clean up his house

♤ "Got anything goin after the game?"

♤ "Swear. I gotta go do some chores."

♤ "Does that mean yer cleanin my house today?"

♤ no, Atsumu. I'm not ya fookin nanny

𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

♤ dish washer

♤ 13/10 employer!

♤ tried to make me a waitress at first

♤ told him that I'm not a people person, but he kept asking so politely

♤ I mean, homie is super hard to say no to

♤ so, I did it anyway. I'd pay attention to the orders, but I wouldn't talk to them

♤ other than me LOOMING over the customers silently when they needed a refill, I'd be a pretty decent waitress

♤ yeah, he automatically knew that I was right about wanting to be a dish washer

♤ I become the dishwasher (yessssir!)

♤ I literally scrub the dishes so clean that they started squeaking

♤ all the workers are thinking that the utensils and plates are going to break

♤ girl, no. them thangs have to be sterilized. there's a mf pandemic out there

♤ probably the most laid back employer

♤ he's the second most organized after Kita

♤ he pays good money too, and he does not forget to pay on time

♤ vacation days are up to a week per pay period, but he's nice about it

♤ paid leave is only when I get sick + bonuses are only for holidays and birthdays

♤ FREE LUNCH!!!

♤ pick anything off the menu and that's lunch

♤ Imma be milking the shit out of that opportunity cause I want that free lunch to keep coming

♤ "Mr. Osamu, put it on god you made this."

♤ "Ha ha, yeah, I made it."

♤ "On my mama, this hoe bussin! Keep doing what you doing."

♤ the worst thing is having to touch other people's messes. ong that's gross.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨̄

♤ personal assistant

♤ 4.5/10 employer

♤ the absolute worst one to work for

♤ does not care about anything except what he wants done

♤ you think that he can't be that bad, but I'm telling the truth

♤ calls in the middle of the night for stupid ass errand runs with no reason at all

♤ he has shawties

♤ and he has a bunch of them, like he's trying to be gen z's flavor flav

♤ he orders me to go pick one of them up and take them back to his house OUTSIDE OF WORKING HOURS

♤ uh, I don't know if he forgot, but I ain't his fucking chauffeuse. I'm the assistant

♤ but I let it slide because his shawties are really nice and deserve to be driven instead of walking alone at night

♤ he just ruins it though cause he proceeds to tell me to go pick up some condoms and lube

♤ chile, I knew that they were gonna have a lil seggs, but I ain't wanna hear it from homie himself

♤ deadass, I just bought some of that shit about a couple of weeks ago

♤ I'd go anyway though, ya know? for the coin

♤ cause he pays decently, not as much as Atsumu, but then again, he pays weekly (that's where 2.5 of his rating comes from)

♤ don't expect any vacation days, raises, or bonuses. you're setting yourself up for failure if you do

♤ all I get is a day off each week and a 10 minute lunch break during working hours

♤ the shawty fiasco isn't even the worse part

♤ when he has his old team over his place or just any company, he shits on everything I'd do

♤ most of Inarizaki are foodies, so if he tells me to go pick up some din dins for them and HE doesn't like it, he's gonna throw it all away and tell me to go get something else

♤ "Try again. This time you better not fuck up."

♤ and he be saying that shit in front of everyone

♤ whatever, g. I should've gone to Shiratorizawa.

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seeuonadarknite · 4 years

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Sorry that tumblr deleted the thirst 😅 Um so imagine Oikawa fucking Ushi's girlfriend after Shiratorizawa beats Seijoh since he wants to 'get back' at them.

this strayed off a lil bc i ended up rewriting it—

also i couldn’t help myself from makin that pun at the end .. forgive me

noncon, exhibitionism, cheating, creampie

all you wanted to do was support your beloved boyfriend by attending one of his volleyball games. if only you were perceptive enough to notice the opposing team's infamous captain practically eye fucking you throughout the entirety of the neck to neck game. but alas, you were far too busy zeroing in all of your attention on ushijima's killer spikes to even bat an eye at the egocentric setter. the fact that you couldn't even blink his way only added weight to the devastating burden of losing to shiratorizawa.

so he doesn't feel much guilt when he grabs you from behind and heaves your unsuspecting form into the school’s storage closet like a ragdoll. if you had just reciprocated his feelings in the first place, then you wouldn't have been stuck in your current predicament. it's your fault that he's muffling your cries with one hand and tugging your bottoms down with the other. it's your fault that your back is scraping up against the dry wall as oikawa grabs your trembling legs and forcibly wraps them around his waist. your attempts to worm your way out of this will be nothing but futile.

if you plead with him that you have a boyfriend and that this is all so incredibly wrong, he'll simply shove one hand back onto your mouth and pull his throbbing cock out of the confines of his trousers with the other. whilst he hears you loud and clear, your pleads still somehow fall upon deaf ears at the same time. he refuses to acknowledge the fact that you seriously chose a buzzkill like ushijima over him. he proves to you that when it comes to rearranging your guts, bruising your cervix, and immobilizing you with furious thrusts, ushijima pales in comparison to him.

he'll nestle his cock deep inside of you as he bottoms out. there's no point in pleading with him to pull out before it’s too late, because he'll simply ignore your cries and practically empty his balls into the warmth of your cunt. there's nothing that beats fucking you into oblivion and shooting a hot, thick load directly into your womb, painting your walls a milky white. especially in knowing that ushijima has to be desperately searching for you like a lost puppy right about now.

maybe he really should've gone to shiratorizawa.

#sagi thirsts #tw noncon #yandere oikawa

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hqnishi · 4 years

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You cannot expect me to-

Seijoh: Not wish to disown our captain and his fangirls.

Dateko: Not block out every attack plays he's got.

Karasuno: Not want to adopt said captain for the sole purpose of seeing if he can work with anyone.

Nekoma: Not want to go against him. Brains for brains.

Fukurodani: Not want to pass some buns over to him.

Shiratorizawa: Not want to remind him that he should've gone to Shiratorizawa.

Oikawa: The fact that my team started this-

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years

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Grief.

Oikawa x reader.

Warning: Set at the time when they lost against Karasuno. Angsty fluff. Fluff comfort.

I forgot to post this. Lmao. Also, thanking @koushindreia for beta reading (you have my heart, my magandang bilat).

People don't usually take defeats seriously. A couple hours of regretting and self-assessing of their short comings and they are done. Off to go.

Well, it is different for Oikawa Tōhru.

As if the vulnerability he showed in front of his 3rd year volleyball peers weren't enough, he cried his heart out the moment he set foot on his own room. Uncontrollably sobbing as he searched for volleyball plays to calm his broken heart. It was a futile attempt as it just made him regret more.

He cursed. If he only he was better at setting, things could've gone differently. It should've been his team playing against the cursed Shiratorizawa.

He hated himself.

But life, like a bicycle, had to move forward. Oikawa was forced to resume from his everyday life despite his grief. Reality snapping at him, making him remember he still is a student after all and life is not only about volleyball.

"Tōhru?"

You were a reminder of that reality.

Oikawa opened his eyes, realizing he closed them for a couple of good minutes now. He flashed the familiar grin he sports to his fans, "Yes?" He asked.

You, Y/N, his partner for a certain schoolwork, furrowed your brows. Your lips pressed tight as you dropped your pen.

"Are you alright?" You asked him softly.

Oikawa chuckled, hoping this would block the swelling bitterness at pit of his stomach, "I am."

He stared at his empty paper, the share of work he has been glued at ever since you two decided to continue your work at the school library. His eyes puffy as he gazed at his fingers intertwining his pen in between them.

Oikawa lift his gaze at you, noticing how your eyes never drifted from him ever since you asked him, "Something wrong?" He asked.

You smiled, "Nothing..." You confessed as you looked down at your paper, "It's just... you're beautiful."

Oikawa's mouth dropped along with his pen with your sudden compliment. Gush of heat travelling towards his cheeks and before he knew it, they are tinted red. Confused of what to respond, he bashfully averted his gaze. He took his paper, his fingers playing at the tips.

The heat travelled further and they stopped at his eyes. Oikawa desperately blinked in the hopes that it would strain the forming tears at its corners.

But he failed, which made you look at him in surprise because a sob arose from his lips. Oikawa crumbled in front of you, the paper poorly hiding his crying face from you. The sides of the paper crumpling with his tight grip.

"Thank...thank you..." Oikawa said with all his heart as he sobbed harder.

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settersprouts · 3 years

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꠵ look at me : chapter four ꠵

パニック。

"How in the hell did we manage to get in this situation?"

Iwaizumi's and Matsukawa's shared thoughts explained the worst possible situation they would be in : they lost Oikawa and Hanamaki.

"Damn, this is bad." Iwaizumi reached for his phone, dialing Oikawa's number for the seventeenth time. Of course, just like the other sixteen times, there was no answer : the call just went straight to voicemail. "He put his goddamn phone on silent, what the hell was he thinking?"

Matsukawa rubbed Iwaizumi's back, supporting his teammate. "I'm sure they're fine. Maybe they went to get food or something." He checked his own phone to see if Hanamaki had read his texts, but his results were the same as Iwaizumi's. "I got no answer from Makki. He probably turned his phone off as well."

Iwaizumi grabbed his own hair, practically tearing it out of his scalp. "Crap, they're really starting to worry the living shit out of me." Matsukawa snorted a little bit, taking Iwaizumi's hands in his own to force him to stop making himself go bald.

"Look, you need to calm down. If they were in actual danger, the last thing they need is you not thinking straight." Matsukawa flicked Iwaizumi's forehead. "So, just take a deep breath. Breathe with me. In for four, hold for four, and out for four." Iwaizumi matched his breathing with Matsukawa's, and after a couple minutes his mini panic-attack had gone down, and the veins that were popping out of his forehead earlier weren't visible anymore. Muttering a small thanks, he checked his phone again just to see if Oikawa had texted. It was the same as earlier; no answer.

"Hey!" Hanamaki's bright voice rang through both boys' ears. They turned to greet the huge smile plastered on the boy's face. "Sorry about leaving you guys, I got you some food!"

Matsukawa and Iwaizumi both let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "About time," Matsukawa muttered, opening his arms to give Hanamaki a little hug. "Was 'boutta call the cops on your dumb ass."

Hanamaki scoffed, shoving two paper bags into his friend's arms. "Well, screw you. I even got yours and Iwa's favorite too."

Iwaizumi peaked over Matsukawa's shoulder as the latter opened the crinkled bag. Inside were two foil-wrapped packages, the smell emitting from the wrapping suggesting Hanamaki had bought some food. Iwaizumi reached inside and pulled out one of the packages, opening the foil just a little bit to reveal Matsukawa's favorite food, cheese-filled hamburg steak.

Matsukawa gasped, taking the food from Iwaizumi's hand and looking at it like it was his lifeline. "Makki, you are a literal angel. God bless. I love you." He took a bite out of the steak, closing his eyes and smiling. "No homo though." He added on in between bites, finishing the meat in under fifteen seconds.

He gave the other bag to Iwaizumi, which held little plastic containers with some agedashi tofu. He inhaled the food's scent, wrinkling his nose a little bit at the sudden waft. It smelled normal, but it wasn't like the tofu Oikawa and his okāsan⭒ used to make. Even though Toorū was a brat about making food for Iwaizumi sometimes, he still managed to cook something up that tasted absolutely fantastic. It kind of scared him.

Iwaizumi pulled out the container, popping the lid open and stabbing a toothpick into one of the tofu pieces, popping it into his mouth. "So, where's Crappykawa?"

Hanamaki shrugged. "Dunno. I think he chickened out." An unamused expression made its way onto Makki's face. "He's probably still pissed about Karasuno beating us, that he didn't want to watch them go against Shiratorizawa."

Matsukawa and Iwaizumi both glanced at each other as Hanamaki stalked off, hands in his pockets and everything. "Sometimes, I really wonder what goes on inside his head."

"Honestly." Matsukawa replied, as they both speed-walked to keep up with Hanamaki. "I've been meaning to ask you, how's 'Kawa doing?"

Iwaizumi stiffened a little at the mention of his friend. A thousand things flew through his head. Should he tell him? Would Oikawa get mad? How would Matsukawa take it? Would he call the cops? Would he believe him? Would he tell Makki?

"You know, if you don't want to answer, you don't have to. Just don't glare at me, you're giving me chills." Iwaizumi snapped back to reality at Matsukawa's words, realizing he was glaring daggers at his friend. He mumbled an 'oh, gomen'nasai ⭒ ,' feeling relieved when Mattsun waved it off like it was nothing. "If it's personal, I get it. I'd be pretty 'pressed too, if I was in his situation."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

Matsukawa sighed, looking up towards the cloudy sky. "Well, Oikawa is an amazing captain, and setter. He tried for three years to make it to Nationals at Seijoh, worked his knee into a brace, and his chances were all swiped out from underneath him." Iwaizumi noticed his fist clenched a little bit, but decided not to mention it. "You know, I don't blame him for hating Kageyama. He was just born gifted, while Oikawa worked his ass off to get to where he is right now."

Iwaizumi nodded, remembering Oikawa's semi-hatred for the first-year Karasuno setter. "But, even so, that doesn't explain why he tried hitting him. You remember that, right?"

"Seriously?" Matsukawa turned his head to stare into Iwaizumi's olive-colored eyes. "I mean, sure, but he was having a panic-attack, if the things you told me and Makki were true."

"A panic-attack?" Iwaizumi looked at Matsukawa in shock. "Shittykawa? Having a panic-attack?"

Hanamaki slowed his pace so that he was walking alongside Iwaizumi and Matsukawa. "Yeah. From what you told us, he was breathing really fast and his pupils were small," he pointed to his own eyes while saying this part. "And he was sweating a lot more than he should have been, since he didn't practice all that much yet. Seeing Kageyama probably triggered his flight or fight response, and made him freak out even more."

Iwaizumi's eyebrows furrowed as the facts dawned on him. It all made sense now, why Oikawa had distanced himself so much more from Kageyama than he did before the incident. He'd avoid him at all costs, making sure he never came too close in contact with his underclassman : probably in fear of coming close to hitting him again. What if Kageyama triggered another panic-attack, and Iwaizumi wasn't there to stop him from doing something he'd regret?

Hanamaki looked at Iwaizumi's expression, clapping him on the back. "Oikawa's come a long way since then. That was what, three years ago?" He intertwined his fingers, flipping his hands and holding his palms to the sky. "He's doing a lot better now, and I'm really proud of him." He flashed a bright smile at them, which nearly blinded Iwaizumi and Matsukawa.

"Aw, man. I should've brought sunglasses." Matsukawa muttered, rubbing his eyes. Hanamaki laughed, slinging his arms around the latter's and Iwaizumi's shoulders.

"Let's just find some seats. Maybe we'll find Oikawa!"

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Iwaizumi muttered incoherent curse words as he climbed the fourth set of stairs, looking for Oikawa on the right side of the stadium now. "I know he's here. Why the hell is he so hard to find?" He, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa had split up, deciding that it would be easier that way to find the setter quicker and easier if he even decided to watch the match. Iwaizumi was about to give up when he noticed the familiar chestnut-brown tufts of hair that peeked over one of the chairs in the stadium. There he is, Iwaizumi thought, walking up behind his friend.

"Ah. So you're here too."

Oikawa stiffened, turning around abruptly at Iwaizumi's voice, probably expecting his childhood best-friend to yell at him. Fortunately for him, he didn't get that reaction, and he relaxed his shoulders a bit, but was obviously still a little tense. "I thought you said you didn't want to come, since it'll piss you off no matter who won," Iwaizumi said, as he hopped over the back of the chairs to stand next to his friend.

Oikawa smiled slyly, taking his arms off his knees and leaning back into the chair he sat in. "No matter who wins, I'm going to be able to see the faces of whoever loses."

"Man. You really are a piece of crap." Iwaizumi glanced at Oikawa, who's face now held his "oh so famous" setter pout. It really confused the latter how every setter he saw seemed to make that same face whenever something pissed them off. It was kind of freaky. Pushing his thoughts aside, he sat down just one seat from Oikawa, knowing that he would want a little bit of personal space while dealing with all the crazy emotions going on inside his head.

Oikawa leaned forward in his seat a little bit, his eyes dead set on the so-called "Chibi-Chan." Iwaizumi could've have sworn he saw stars in his eyes, like Oikawa was just taken aback by every move the middle blocker made. Hell, maybe even every breath he took. Iwaizumi watched as the orange-haired ball of energy scored a point, yelling out in triumph. Oikawa seemed to smile with his eyes a little bit, his complexion brightening by the second. It was obvious what team he was mentally rooting for, even if he didn't say so himself.

Oikawa turned to Iwaizumi, probably to say some snotty remark about Ushiwaka, before noticing the latter was staring at him already. Chocolate-colored eyes met olive-colored ones, a blush rising on the setter's face. Oikawa quickly turned his head, his ears noticeably flushed.

Fuck. He's cute.

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⭒ dictionary !! ⭒

¶-12 : okāsan, お母さん : an honorific form of address; used to call someone else's mother.

¶-18 : gomen'nasai, ごめんなさい : i'm sorry

** some of the dialogue in this chapter is paraphrased or taken from the actual scene in [ haikyu!! ] . this was not with the intention to pass it off as my own original work : it was only put there to fit the timeline and script of the anime/manga. all rights reserved to haruichi furudate. **

chapter 5 !

#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo #ushijima wakatoshi

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