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hajimio · 8 months
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heyyyyy guys so fun fact i'm moving blogs check me out at @satarou love u all!! i also already posted over there so NO ONE can say i don't write anymore bc HA! I DID IT!
anyways point is pls go follow @satarou if ur still into me or whatever... if u even care.... love u good night
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hajimio · 8 months
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heyyyyy guys so fun fact i'm moving blogs check me out at @satarou love u all!! i also already posted over there so NO ONE can say i don't write anymore bc HA! I DID IT!
anyways point is pls go follow @satarou if ur still into me or whatever... if u even care.... love u good night
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hajimio · 8 months
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heyyyyy guys so fun fact i'm moving blogs check me out at @satarou love u all!! i also already posted over there so NO ONE can say i don't write anymore bc HA! I DID IT!
anyways point is pls go follow @satarou if ur still into me or whatever... if u even care.... love u good night
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hajimio · 8 months
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heyyyyy guys so fun fact i'm moving blogs check me out at @satarou love u all!! i also already posted over there so NO ONE can say i don't write anymore bc HA! I DID IT!
anyways point is pls go follow @satarou if ur still into me or whatever... if u even care.... love u good night
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hajimio · 8 months
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heyyyyy guys so fun fact i'm moving blogs check me out at @satarou love u all!! i also already posted over there so NO ONE can say i don't write anymore bc HA! I DID IT!
anyways point is pls go follow @satarou if ur still into me or whatever... if u even care.... love u good night
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hajimio · 8 months
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heyyyyy guys so fun fact i'm moving blogs check me out at @satarou love u all!! i also already posted over there so NO ONE can say i don't write anymore bc HA! I DID IT!
anyways point is pls go follow @satarou if ur still into me or whatever... if u even care.... love u good night
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hajimio · 8 months
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hankuo -> kentophobic
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hajimio · 8 months
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the tumblr for you is so broken bc i cannot stand blocking the same blog four times and then blocking all the tags they and that community uses and STILL getting their posts all over my dash… wtf
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hajimio · 9 months
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just got trapped in an outdoor shower for 15 minutes i think i’m done for the day gn
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hajimio · 9 months
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i’m soooo sick and i really wish i was home rn :(
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hajimio · 10 months
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iwaizumi’s mother will tell you he was born at night.
she’ll tell you he was born with the lingering scent of summer rain, and that’s why he’s always enjoyed the way it smells and begged to play in it as a child. she’ll tell you he was born in the midst of lightning bugs that he started to insist calling ‘fireflies’ at age seven, because he said that fire was cooler than lightning. she’ll tell you that he was born in the dimming lull of midnight, and that’s why he’s always been stubborn but warm—mellow but comforting.
iwaizumi’s mother will tell you a lot of things regarding her son and his birthday, and he’ll deny them all and roll his eyes and tell her mom, you’re being a little dramatic, until she swats the back of his head.
but the most important thing she’s told you, is that he didn’t breathe when he was born, and maybe that’s why she notices him holding his breath around you.
and you’d never noticed it much before, but it was on the eve of his twenty-second birthday that she told you, and now, on the day of it—amidst the air of dusk and the sweet memories of his childhood home—you’ve begun to see it a little more.
you’re both outside now, and the fireflies have begun to light up his yard, and there’s still a bit of smoke coming from the campfire iwaizumi set up earlier.
“so,” you say, at ten at night on iwaizumi’s birthday—twenty hours after his time of birth twenty-two years ago, “how does it feel?”
he laughs, in the gruff way that he always has, and pokes a stick at the fire.
“feels like i’m still nineteen.”
his mother would tell you that he’s still holding onto those teenage years. she’d say that he’s hardly ever going to let them go—that he still reminisces about parties at oikawa’s and driving with the windows down and the music too loud in makki’s beat up civic. she’d say that he’ll hold onto being a teenager until time passes him by, she’s sure.
you don’t know if you agree with that one.
“you look older than you did then.” he eyes you. “i meant the tattoo, and maybe the eyebrow slit.”
“it’s a scar,” he says, as he always does, and you laugh.
“sure, from a volleyball net.”
he leans over to swat at your arm, you lean into it and catch his hand in your own. his breath hitches. you remember his mother’s stories.
“maybe i was talking about the gray hair i found last year,” you begin, and you feel the way he tries to twist his hand from your grip at that one. you don’t give in—never have. “maybe you’ve gotten more since then, should we go check?”
“god, babe, shut up.”
maybe it started as pulling his arm away from you, but now he’s pulling you into him—taking your shitty lawn chair and all—to let your nose rest against his chest (and, perhaps more pertinently, to shut you up). 
you twist yourself in your chair and in his grip to face the fire and the lightning bugs, as his mother calls them, and his little sister, but never hajime. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, can feel the breath as it moves through his lungs. 
and though he breathes easier now, it’s just as his poor mother said yesterday. he’ll fall victim to it all and his breath will hitch when you lean in—when you kiss his cheek, when you brush your hand over his shoulder in passing.
it’ll hitch when you’re looking at old photo albums, when you find a picture of him and oikawa catching bugs and you say he’s never changed. it’ll hitch in the dining room late in the evening, when you spend too long talking with his mother and she tells you how happy you’ve made her son. it’ll hitch when no one else is watching—when you whisper confessions like prayers into his skin, when you kiss him and say you love him simply because you can and it’s true. 
“i’ve never seen so many fireflies,” you say, and iwaizumi’s chest pauses.
it starts again.
“they’re common out here,” he replies. “used to put ‘em in jars as a kid. my sister always hated it. said i was hurting them or something.”
“they’re nice.” you turn, letting your eyes fall over his face as you narrow your gaze at him. “kinda remind me of you.”
he furrows his brows.
“dick.”
“i didn’t even say anything bad!” you reply, and you try to shove yourself off him and away from your chair, but he grabs you by the waist saying something about babe, babe, fire, don’t be stupid-
he pulls you back into him, and back onto your chair, and looks down at you.
“okay, so what did you mean?”
“i don’t know, they just-” you look back out at the fireflies, the way they float by the ground and leave little trails of light to follow them, and then you look back at your boyfriend—who’s holding back a smile and creasing his brows a bit, but who loves you. you know that. “i’m always gonna look at fireflies and think of you.”
and there’s a lot of things you don’t tell iwaizumi—a lot of things you may never tell him except in the written sentences of your vows, the ones you’ll paint in smudged pen ink and won’t ever say aloud.
one. you watch him from the windows of your apartment when he comes home from class, and that’s when you call him, that’s when you tell him you missed him too much to wait until he came through the door.
two. you’re awake for what he tells you when he thinks you’re asleep. you try not to listen, but he says your name like you’ve given him something more than just love, so you always tell him you love him first thing the next morning. to make up for it all. or to try to.
three. you loved him weeks before you told him.
but you will tell him this—that fireflies will always remind you of him. you will not tell him that you used to call them lightning bugs too, that you called them both as a kid, until the words mixed into lightningfly because lightning was cooler than fire, and flying was cooler than being a bug. 
but he won you over.
“guess i’ll just have to be there for all the fireflies, right?” iwaizumi says, and you decide that, one day, maybe you’ll tell him the third of your secret confessions. before your vows, if he’s lucky.
“guess so,” you reply. “can’t let myself miss you too much.”
“no,” iwaizumi says, and you’re sure you love him more now, at twenty-two, than you did yesterday. “no, you can’t.”
your breath steadies under his voice, and you realize that perhaps you get a little breathless beneath him, too—that maybe his dear, poor, and wonderful mother is right about some things and only half about others. or, and perhaps this is more correct, that when she tells you something about iwaizumi, she’s telling you something about you, too.
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hajimio · 10 months
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working 40 hours a week will be worth it for the money working 40 hours a week will be worth it for the money working 40 hours a week will be worth it for the money working 40 hours a week will be worth
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hajimio · 10 months
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guys can we believe that i’m 21
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hajimio · 11 months
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dilf!bokuto who meets up with dilf!kuroo to play tennis at the country club a few mornings per week and the cute little thing who watches them play from your lounge chair next to the pool on the other side of the sprawling green lawn
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hajimio · 11 months
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guys who should hannah and i add to tomodachi life
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hajimio · 11 months
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hannah and i found my old 3ds and we’re playing tomodachi life which means that within 3 seconds her and kuroo started making eyes at each other
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hajimio · 11 months
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okay i’m…. sleepy……..
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