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matsur1 · 5 months

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A Kuroo Tetsurou fanfiction penned by Matsur1

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: Not proofread yett, some things may be a bit confusing since I had a headache while writing this but nevertheless I hope you enjoy! Alsoo, it's my first time writing a haikyuu fanfic!! Do give feedbacks if you please🫶

“I’m tired of this, Tetsu,” you tell him in an irritated tone while you aid your weeping son who kept insisting he’d wait for his dad to come home no matter how late. And Tetsu? Well, your husband unfortunately just came back home from work. Not to mention that it’s midnight. He sighs deeply, rubbing his temple, “Look, I didn’t ask for this either, alright? Don’t blame it all on me,” he defends. “Didn’t ask for it? Well maybe if you’d just learn how to say ‘no’ to work, then things might be a tad bit better, yeah?” you bite back. “Ah, so what you’re trying to say is that it’s all my fault?” he asks, looking at you intently. You surrender, “No, it’s not that I just,” you take a deep breath, trying to exhale all the pain you feel, “It’s nothing, I’m probably just tired. I’m sorry, Tetsu.” He loosens his tie, quietly walking towards you while your little Jason starts to fall asleep. “I’m sorry, darling. I know I haven’t made much time for you and Jason but once work’s done, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he hugs you and Jason, leaving you with a kiss on the forehead. He makes his way to the bathroom without knowing about the tears building up in your eyes. Your eyes which he used to compliment all the time but is now too busy at work to even look at you. And that promise he’s made over and over again for the past five years? Always forgotten. You don’t even expect much anymore.

You bring Jason into his room and lay him on his bed. You sit on the bedside and stare at your sleeping son. He’s grown so much. He’s five now and you can’t even get to provide him a happy little family who could at least spend the weekends together. Sure, the material things you could both give him, but not the emotional things that a child would need, and that makes you feel guilt. You give him a good night kiss on his forehead and start to head out. You walk to the refrigerator to catch some water. As you pour water, hands loop around your waist and a head rests at your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologizes, “I know it’s been hard, and I’m sorry that I’m not always physically present.” You could feel the tears burn up in your eyes again. Tears for what could be but can’t be. “Tetsu, I’ve been thinking…” you mumbled. You clear your throat, “I’ve been thinking of getting a divorce.” The hands on your waist fall and the head on your shoulder lifts up. “What?” he says, almost demandingly, “Am I hearing this right?” You turn to look at him and leave the glass of water on the counter, “I’m sorry, Tetsu. I just think that this would be better for Jason. Perhaps by then he’d at least get the chance to spend time with both of us, even if it’s individually,” you explain. “Wait, wait, wait, are you… how long have you been thinking about all of this?” he asks in suspicion. “Tetsu, that’s out of the point. The thought just passed my mind, the thought that maybe Jason would be better off with separate parents rather than married parents who fight every night. Every single night, Tetsu. I always,” your voice starts to break, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I always feel guilty because Jason would have to go through such a thing at a young age. I don’t want that for him.” He holds your face with both of his hands and he lays his forehead on your forehead, looking at you, his eyes almost pleading. “But I love you,” he speaks, almost in a whisper. “And I love you too, Tetsu. So, so much.” you confess. “But I also love our little Jason,” you look into his eyes as your tears drip onto the marble floor. You softly remove his hands off of your face, “I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you cried, gently holding his hands. He looks down at the floor, still processing the things that have been happening. Processing the things that have happened in the last five years. Possibly going back to the times you and he were so excited to have the baby delivered.

You then turn and go to the bedroom that you share with Tetsu while he stays still in front of the fridge. He felt his whole world stop. Almost as if his whole body is now paralyzed. Then he finally breaks, sobbing, holding onto the counter. He has no idea what to do next. You have no idea what to do next. You both burn in the same fire yet it’s as if a thick wall separates you both, leaving you unable to help each other.

The next day, you wake up to the sound of Jason laughing. Full of curiosity, you stand up and take a glance at the bed. Tetsu’s side was neater, unmoved. Did he sleep on the couch? Your heart broke at that thought. You slowly open the door, meeting with a lovely sight. Tetsu was cooking breakfast while carrying Jason, tickling his face with his nose. What a sight, indeed. As if the thought of Tetsu sleeping on the couch wasn’t cruel enough to break your heart. Your heart aches at the sight, wishing this was a daily basis. Wishing this was the family Jason had every day. But now that you think about it, did Tetsu not attend work today? Not that it matters, he probably took a day off work so you could both work on the papers. “Good morning, what’re you both cooking?” you ask them in a cheerful tone, putting up an act. “We’re cooking pancakes. Right, Jason?” Tetsu responds. “Yes! Daddy said he did not go to work so we could spend the day together!” Jason exclaims, giving you both a big smile. You were quiet for a quick moment but you quickly recover your smile, “Is that so? Well, are you excited Jason?” you ask him, taking him from Tetsu so he could start cooking properly. “Yes, yes, yes!!!” He repeats excitedly. “That’s good, but we gotta eat breakfast first, okay?” you tell him as he nods in response.

Later, when you were all ready to go, you all ride the car and get on your way to your agenda. Though it’s only Tetsu who knows about it. You and Tetsu kept quiet the whole ride while Jason kept himself busy watching at the road. And when you finally arrive at your destination, Jason excitedly jumps. It was his first time to go to an amusement park, and yours too. Knowing that fact, you looked at Tetsu, giving him an appreciative smile. Hours later, you all finally decide to go back home. Or so you thought. “What do you think of visiting Grandma, Jason?” Tetsu asks Jason. “Yes!!!!!!” Jason happily shouts. You look at Tetsu as he drives, so this was his plan, huh? Is he gonna tell his mom about the divorce now? You were left with thousands of questions on the way to Grandma’s house.

When you finally arrived, the three of you greeted Grandma with cheerfulness. Her house, still the same with its comfortable and feel-at-home vibe. Then, the three of you caught up with Grandma and you were expecting Tetsu to bring up the divorce, but he didn’t. Instead, “Well, we’ll leave Jason with you for a couple of hours, ma. You know we gotta have time for ourselves as well,” Tetsu winks while Grandma laughs. You join the laughter but knowing that wasn’t really the case made your heart drop. The whole time, you and Tetsu kept quiet, leaving an awkward atmosphere. “Sorry about this, Tetsu,” you apologize, your voice shaking. He keeps his eyes on the road, keeping his cool face. The silence went on for a while, taking over the whole car. “You know I still love you, right?” he finally responds. Tears start to build up in you. Before you could find words to reply, “And I always will,” he adds. As if that helped you feel any better. “I love you too, Tetsu.” You tell him in a whisper, looking outside the window. Those were the last words you told each other before you went and worked on the divorce papers.

“Jason? Can you come here for a minute, honey?” you kindly ask of Jason. Jason stood up, walking over to you and Tetsu with curiosity in his eyes. You pat down the empty seat on the couch that you and Tetsu are sitting upon. You hold his hand, “Me and Daddy made a decision,” you pause, not being able to go on. But you must, “we’re gonna live somewhere else, okay? Just you and me, a little far from here.” Jason’s curiosity turns into concern, “But why, Mommy? What about Daddy? Is he gonna live here alone?” Jason asks worriedly. Your heart breaks at his questions. “Yes, honey. But don’t worry, we can always visit Daddy on weekends. Is that alright?” you ask in a trembling voice while Tetsu keeps his head down, eyes stuck on the floor. “Only on weekends?” Jason pouts. “Yes, only on weekends. But it's better than never, right?” you try to convince him. “Yeah,” he pauses, his voice getting sadder by the moment, “Okay, Mommy.” He hugs the both of you. So much suffering for someone so young.

It's only been a few months since the divorce. You and Jason moved away, but not too far from your former house. Things have been hard but better now that you don’t have to worry about the time Jason spends with his Father. I mean, compared to before, Jason and Tetsu can finally spend time even if only for two days. Unlike before, the time they both spend together were uncertain. Nevertheless, co-parenting isn’t easy but easier than what you both expected. For the first week, Tetsu didn’t really have a plan so you all just ended up hanging out together in his house. But the following week, Tetsu had planned to bring you both at the beach. He taught Jason the basics of volleyball while you stood by, watching them have fun while making sandwiches for them. Tetsu kept trying to get you to play with them the way you both used to but you kept denying his offer, perhaps afraid to fall in love with him again and go back to the way it was. But then, did you ever stop loving him?

Today, you went to Tetsu’s again, but this time he said he had no plans. You try to think of one to help him but none comes to mind either. “Perhaps this is a sign to just rest in the house again, maybe cook pasta together. Right, Jason?” he speaks about while picking Jason up. “I know!!” Jason exclaims. “Let’s play kitchen! I’ll be the chef and you and Mommy are my customers,” he suggests. So, Tetsu brought his kitchen set down and set it up for him. You and Tetsu sit on the floor to match your chef’s height. “You and Mommy sit over there while I cook here,” Jason instructs. Following Jason’s instructions, you both sit awkwardly while he cooks. He didn’t even bother to ask your orders but it’s Jason, he likes surprises. Jason glances at the both of you, “Mommy, Daddy?” he stops in the middle of his cooking. “Yes?” you and Tetsu answer at the same time. “Why are you both sitting so awkwardly? Act like you’re on a date! Face each other.” Jason scolds you. “Oh, alright buddy. Got it. Now get back to cooking before we start to smell burnt food.” Tetsu obeys. And so do you. So now you’re both awkwardly facing each other. You both try your best not to meet each other’s eyes but you do once in a while. “So how’s work?” Tetsu asks, trying to break the silence. “Work’s alright, how about yours? Your boss still bossing you around?” You attempt to joke, which seems to work because Tetsu chuckled. “Yeah, stressful. Thank god he let me take day offs during weekends though,” Tetsu replies. Your conversation kept going after that, and somehow, there was less awkwardness between you and Tetsu. But you did wonder why your chef was taking so long to serve food.

It was almost dusk and you were about to invite Jason to go back home but Tetsu asked you and Jason, “How about a movie?” and Jason, without hesitation, shouts yes. You sigh, but you can’t help but smile because you’re all finally bonding. Tetsu turns the TV on and turns the lights off to set the mood. While he and Jason were choosing which movie to watch, you suggested to make popcorn. They both agreed at that delicious idea. While you were on your way to the kitchen, Tetsu discreetly whispers to Jason, “If Mommy asks you to go home, tell her that you want to stay for a while more, okay?” Jason snickers at that idea and happily nods. When you came back with the popcorn, they were finally able to choose a movie and they had a strange smile on their faces that made you want to question them but you assumed they were just excited.

Later, when the movie finally showed the credits, you were about to speak and ask Jason to go home since it was starting to get late but Tetsu stops you, “shhh” he says as he points at Jason who’s sleeping soundly. You turn the lights on, “Oh great, what now?” you whisper-shout at Tetsu. “Well, you guys could spend the night, it’s getting late as well,” he replies in his low voice instead of whispering while picking up Jason to bring him to his bedroom. You were about to oppose to his idea but he had a great point. If you and Jason go home now, he’ll wake up and you’ll have a hard time bringing him back to sleep. You were cleaning up the living room and the kitchen when Tetsu came out of Jason’s bedroom. “You can sleep in my bedroom, I’ll make do with the couch.” He offers. “No, it’s alright, this is your house. Perhaps it's my turn to sleep on the couch this time.” You insisted. “Come on, you know I don’t like seeing you having a hard time,” he teases you with his perfect smile that you can’t help but smile back. “Alright, you gotta lend me some clothes though. After all, it was your idea that we spend the night here, right?” you smirk, knowing he probably doesn’t know you got him all figured out. “What?” he asks in shock, “You knew? You’re no fun, miss,” he playfully pouts. “You’ve always been easy to read, Tetsu.” You laugh. So does he, “Yeah, you always knew how to read me.” His statement makes you both go back to the old times. The times when you both were the campus couple. But now, you’re both left with awkward silence. “You know, I miss you.” He confesses. You looked away, trying to avoid his confession. “Please, Y/N. Give me another chance? It’s hard to live like this, I still love you. I love you and Jason.” He pleaded. “Tetsu…” you hesitate. “To tell you the truth, I left work,” he confesses once again. You look at him in shock, bringing your full attention to him. “What?” you ask, tears building up in your eyes. “I left work because that’s what took you both from me. And now, I found a new job. It’s still office work but it’s less busy than the last one. I have more time for you both now. So please, please, Y/N. Please come back home.” He looks at you with pleading in his eyes. “Tetsu, I… I need to think more about this. I’m sorry.” You turn to go back to his bedroom, softly shutting the door. Without a pause, you turn back at the door and silently cry against it.

The next morning, Tetsu woke up with the sunlight hitting his face. He immediately stood up, remembering what happened last night. He runs to check Jason’s room, gone. Then he goes to the room you slept in, gone as well. Finally accepting the truth, he lets out a deep sigh, tears burning in his eyes. He shuts the door, having a good cry outside the door. For about half an hour later, he finally stands up. He makes his way to the kitchen to make coffee. Perhaps coffee could help give him energy for the long day today. He sat down on the island chair of the kitchen with his head facing down while he holds his cup of coffee when he hears the door open. He quickly looked up that his neck almost hurt. He was shocked to see who was at the door. It was you and Jason, with your dozen bags. “We’re back home,” you tell him in a sweet voice, giving him a sheepish smile. He drops his cup of coffee and rushes to both of you, hugging you both very tightly, almost saying he doesn’t want to let you go ever again. “Oh god, Y/N,” he whispers in relief. Finally, he pulls back, taking a good look at you both, caressing your face, “Welcome back home.”

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thetonhqpromo · 2 years

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thetonhq · 2 years

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∘₊ ♕ ──── ✒ WELCOME TO THE TON!

♚ ───── ✒ England, ─ 1801.

An 18+ tumblr based RPG focused on character development, inclusive events, and more

APPLICATION SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN!

* WE ARE IN NEED OF SOME MALE SKELETONS TO BE FILLED. COME BY AND CHECK THEM OUT!

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cafecibernetico · 2 years

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lovebykai · 3 years

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Satisfied

Pairing: Alpha!Oikawa x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): Suggestive. Angst.

Omegaverse.

Authors Note: Reposted.

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid. He was popular, so every omega in the vicinity had the exact same idea; he was so focused on his volleyball career it was almost like he didn't even see when someone was legitimately interested in him. It had been that way since the two of you were kids.

And yet.

You pressed your face deeper into his jacket, ignoring the sympathetic look Iwaizumi gave you from the court as the rotten scent of jealousy flooded the air. Oikawa didn't even realize -- or maybe he did and just didn't care -- how much drama his existence in your life stirred up around you. It didn't matter, though.

You'd put up with just about anything as long as he'd stay.

* * *

You’d been friends since you were kids. Maybe that was why he never saw you the way you saw him. After all, he’d been around since the two of you were in diapers; by the time Iwaizumi was added to the mix, the two of you were hitting that weird age when girls were gross and guys were bullies and, honestly, it was shocking the friendship held up at all.

Because Oikawa was mean.

You’d seen the dead-eyed looks he gave to the girls who pushed just a little too hard; heard the snarky comments he’d learned to keep to himself over the years. He’d left a trail of heartbreak and longing through your childhood, so it was almost a relief when he managed to pull on that obnoxious mask of his. Even if it did mean that the tactics for getting close to him had taken on another form.

“Hey, Y/N!” You paused, turning to the grinning girl from -- your math class, you believed -- and tried not to look as confused as you felt. The two of you had been in the same classes since your first year of middle school, and she’d never shown an ounce of interest in talking to you before.

“Wanna walk home together?” Oh, right. You guys were neighbors. Hesitantly, you nodded, and it was the start of a beautiful friendship. One of the few that you’d managed outside of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and that was its own form of comfort.

For a while, anyway.

Slowly, the friendship began to wilt as her fixation with your childhood friend became clear; by the time the two of them started dating, you’d realized -- albeit a bit bitterly -- that you’d been a stepping stone to getting what she’d really wanted. You weren’t the only one, though; when you presented as an omega later that year, and she a beta, you’d taken some satisfaction in the fact that she was intimidated by what that would mean for her relationship. Y’know, since Oikawa was an alpha.

* * *

“She really doesn’t like you.” Iwaizumi commented softly, a bit amused as the two of you settled in to eat lunch; you smirked a bit to yourself, shrugging.

“She should’ve been focusing on Oikawas fanclub instead of me; not my fault she thought I was in the running to be his mate.” They’d made it a year before she’d gotten sick of his attention to volleyball, and when they broke up and he promptly began humoring the advances of her little friends, she’d been very open with her seething.

“Aren’t you?” Iwaizumi asked curiously and you fumbled with your spoon, wincing when it clattered onto your desk.

“Of course not.” The mutter wasn’t very convincing, but he didn’t push again that day.

* * *

You were never the jealous type. Oikawa had spent your entire life trying to find the person who would stay -- trying to find someone who would be content to wait for his love and attention. Someone who would put up with his late practices, and the way he snapped at them when he was hurting from overdoing it.

And he found her.

She was patient, and kind, and her smiles were like sunshine. You’d never felt truly afraid of his flings until she’d looked at you -- so genuine and smelling like flowers -- and smiled. When she said she wanted to be your friend, she meant it; you tried hard not to hate her for being perfect. You knew immediately she was the one; you couldn’t help but look at Oikawa to gauge his reaction -- did he see it too?

The little omega fit into your friend group easily; since he usually dated betas, you weren’t used to having someone around that could take your place. When she became the team manager, you’d gone home and screamed into your pillow; unaccustomed to the agony of realizing you were being left behind in favor of someone just a little softer. A little kinder. More open about how she felt.

Silently, your resentment grew until it was unbearable. Every touch, and laugh, and gift-- you’d never wanted so badly to see Oikawa break someone's heart, and that was wrong. If anyone had noticed your spiraling, they didn’t comment; by the time she finally worked up to asking Oikawa to be her boyfriend, you’d started trying to put as much distance between yourself and the alpha as possible.

* * *

“Y/N!” Oikawas voice garnered your attention and you rolled your eyes heavenward, already plotting your escape. When you turned to him, his fingers were laced with hers, and you willed yourself not to start pumping out disapproving pheromones.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound casual, despite knowing you were going to deny whatever request he had. It had been months since the two of you had hung out, and you didn’t plan to stop now. You just had to last another year or so and then you’d be off to university; you could make up some kind of excuse to dodge their wedding.

“Wanna grab dinner with us?” She was the one to ask and it took you by surprise.

“I’m alright, but thanks for thinking of me.” Her smile was understanding and you wondered if she knew how badly you wanted her alpha.

Maybe it was some kind of cosmic justice for being so smug about your position in Oikawas life; every time you’d smirked to yourself when he dumped another one of his little beta girlfriends. Before anything else could be said, you were already walking away, and telling yourself not to read too much into his disappointed expression.

* * *

“So you’re really going to let her have him, huh?” Matsukawa asked as you inhaled and you managed to choke on smoke.

“The fuck are you even talking about?” You wheezed as he snickered, plucking the joint from your fingers.

“Oikawa. We always thought you’d work up the nerve to confess if we just left it alone, but we’re third years, now, and you’re still pretending that you haven't been pining for him since you guys were kids.” Iwaizumi hummed his agreement from the couch, giving you a look and you could feel yourself warming uncomfortably.

“I’m not a homewrecker, guys; if he was interested in me, he would have said something by now.”

“Maybe he’s been thinking the same way.” Hanamaki shot back as you waved off their prodding, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m the omega, here, I’m not supposed to do the chasing!” You whined playfully and they howled with laughter; the subject was dropped, and you passed out on the floor a little bit later.

* * *

“She… she broke up with him?” You asked, tentatively, and Iwaizumi nodded. “Why?”

“Because he’s an idiot--” He grunted when you smacked his chest. “Why do you think? He spends all his time on the court; she got sick of waiting around for him.”

“How stupid.” You immediately huffed, internally seething because you’d been so sure she was going to be his omega for the rest of his damn life. The two of you hadn’t spoken in… well, you honestly couldn’t remember how long; you’d been so starved to even lay eyes on him that when he’d come in late to the Karasuno practice match you’d almost melted.

“Shouldn’t you be happy?” Iwaizumi teased, and you gave him a glare.

“For what? He’s probably hurting over it, and I’ve been dodging him for months--” You let out a groan, pressing your hands to your face and feeling awful for your behavior.

“He’s practicing late today.” The words were tossed out casually as the other alpha headed home, smirking when you immediately headed towards the gym.

* * *

“...’Ru?” You called softly, slipping inside with a wince as his serve bounced off the wall.

The smell of distressed alpha was almost overwhelming; he clearly hadn’t been expecting to be interrupted. For a moment, you felt stupid for even coming -- what were you supposed to say, even? -- and when his icy gaze landed on you, there was a moment where you just knew he was going to bite out something caustic.

“What, Y/N?” It wasn’t said with any warmth, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought, so you risked heading his direction. Everything in you was clawing at you to soothe him, and it was almost physically painful when you came within arms reach of him.

“I’m sorry.” The smell seemed to dissipate slightly as he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a long sigh.

“Don’t be. It’s not like you did anything wrong.” There was a long silence where the two of you just stared at one another, uncertain as to what should be said after such an awkward situation.

“I missed you.” After working up the nerve, you managed to spit it out on a whisper, hands curling into fists at your sides.

Believe it or not, Oikawa gave the best hugs.

* * *

The next one didn’t like you.

She was pretty, and popular, and very open about it. You tried not to take it personally when he kept dating her. They made it a month, and only broke up because she caused a scene about you showing up to one of his games -- never mind that you were friends with all the other third years, as well -- and it had embarrassed him.

She hadn’t known that, because she couldn’t smell the fluctuating scents in the air like alphas and omegas could, so naturally it was your fault as far as she was concerned; she made it her personal goal to make you miserable.

Honestly, she was doing a pretty shit job of it until she started spouting off about how you were the reason they broke up. Because you were in love with him, and needy, and clingy-- and it hit just a little bit too close to home, making you fumble over your denials; even long after she got over it, the rumors were there, whispered among your classmates.

It had always been something that was thought but never said, and once the words were out in the world they couldn’t be taken back.

* * *

“Your heats coming on, huh?” Hanamaki snickered, ruffling your hair as you tried to align the edge of your notebook with the edge of your desk.

“Gonna ask Oikawa to help you out this time?”

“Shut up, Makki.” You hissed, baring your teeth at the cooing alpha. He just laughed off your attitude, and you were so fixated on organizing your space that you didn’t even realize that the man in question was standing just in earshot, turning a pretty shade of pink at the idea.

* * *

“For the love of--” You let out a distressed whine as you tore down your nest for the nth time, just about in tears because it wouldn’t do what you wanted it to. The blankets weren’t right, and everything smelled off and--

“I’m coming in!” The call made you tense, already preparing to chew out whoever was interrupting you, until the distinct smell of alpha washed over you. Your alpha. Except he wasn’t -- not really -- and it wasn’t like you could just--

“How’re you feeling?” Oikawa’s pretty voice seemed to completely overtake your senses; you resisted the urge to whine for him.

“How do you think?” You huffed, wiping at your eyes furiously and throwing the pillow you’d been fighting with onto the floor. The alpha snickered when you spun around to glare through misty eyes, just about ready to throw in the towel and settle for your bed instead of a proper nest.

“Hey, whoa, don’t cry!” He cooed, dropping his duffel bag beside your bedroom door as he let himself in; kicking the door shut behind him. Long arms looped around you and you couldn’t resist whimpering into his chest, nuzzling into the embrace for comfort. His purr made your legs tremble; the smell of your want would have been humiliating at any other point in time.

“Tooru--” You keened as your thoughts began to grow foggy, and he ran his fingers through your hair, shushing you.

“I’ve got you, ‘mega,” Soft and sweet and self-assured-- his tone alone had you purring for him.

“Want help with your nest?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled, squeezing you a bit tighter for a minute before stepping back far enough that you could look him in the eye.

The brown of his eyes was almost completely shrouded by his blown pupils and it gave you goosebumps; neither of you acknowledged the weird tension, though, and he started gathering your mess of nesting supplies.

* * *

School the next week was embarrassing. Your whole room stunk of Oikawa for the entirety of your heat, and the scent was clinging to you even after it was over. Even though he didn’t do anything.

Helped you make your nest, and scented some stuff for you. He was there until you’d started stripping -- shamelessly -- and then he’d made a hasty retreat and part of you was absolutely humiliated. The rejection had made your heat particularly painful, even though you knew he hadn’t meant anything by it.

He never did.

“Feelin’ better?” Hanamaki teased, and you flinched, picking at the loose strings of your sweater.

“Uh. Yeah.” The dry response had all of the third years stiffening in alarm; you could see Iwaizumi glaring at Oikawa from the corner of your eye. Looking to save your friend from his teammates, you forced a grin and batted your eyes a bit.

"Just taking a while to bounce back, I guess! Don't worry, I'm good."

* * *

But of course they worried.

"Talk to her!" Iwaizumi was hissing somewhere behind you, and you rolled your eyes at the drama of it all. Your emotions were so raw, still; you were really hoping you weren't gonna snap at them for just trying to fix the situation. Thus, you tried your best to speed walk away from them, despite their long-ass strides.

"Y/N!" Oikawas voice gave you goosebumps, and you tried to shake off the urge to wait for him. Pretending you hadn't heard, you picked up your pace, now just about jogging to escape the incoming conversation.

"I know where you live, you dumby!" He called as you scampered to turn down a nearby alley, trying to recall the shortcut you'd only used a handful of times. Regardless, you finally came to a stop, realizing you could have this uncomfortable conversation in front of your parents, or in a dimly lit alley with some semblance of real privacy.

"What, Oikawa?" You demanded, pouting as he came to a halt across from you.

"Ouch, no "Tooru" or "Ru"?" He tried to tease you, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a weak smile.

"Look, about last week--"

"I cannot express to you how much I don’t want to talk about this." You interrupted softly, already feeling anxious about whatever it was he was going to say.

"Well, we need to." He sighed, and you grew even more tense, if that was even possible.

"Fine." You grit your teeth, already preparing yourself for his rejection; you tried to contain the emotional outburst you could feel coming on.

"I'm sorry I left you like that, I just didn't want to… make things weird, y'know? We've been friends for so long, and--"

"Yes, 'Ru, yes, I get it. We're just friends, can I go now?" His pretty brown eyes widened as you bit out the words, and you could see the gears slowly turning in his head.

"... why are you upset?" Oikawa asked, voice soothing as he inched closer; you took a step back to keep some distance between the two of you.

"I'm not. I just don't need to get the "we're just friends" speech when I've been giving it to myself for fucking years, okay? I didn't expect anything from you, and there's no hard feelings. Goodnight." You tried not to spit it with all the pent up frustration you had, turning on your heel and leaving him there.

* * *

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid.

You reiterated it to yourself over and over and over to yourself throughout the years. Even though you wanted to, like every other dumb omega and beta girl who'd laid eyes on him. You’d stepped aside for every girlfriend; kept your mouth shut with every confession. Never pressured him for anything more than he was willing to give you.

And yet.

School was so fucking awkward. You dodged the entire volleyball club for most of the week before Iwaizumi got sick of it and cornered you in the hallway.

"I don't know how I could make it any clearer without just telling him I'm in love with him, alright? And I don't care if it makes me a coward, I just… I can't, okay?" You sighed, and he sighed, and then you went on dodging all your friends for another day before deciding to just stay home for a while.

Perks of being an omega.

* * *

Your bedroom door rattled the walls when it was flung open, and you let out a low whine of disapproval. Buried beneath the remains of your nest -- that still smelled deliciously of Oikawa -- you didn't even realize who it was who'd come into your space. Not until long limbs shuffled beneath your fortress of blankets and pillows, anyway.

"Y/N." Oikawas voice set your teeth on edge, making you flinch away as he laid beside you.

"Tooru." You murmured back, meeting his gaze beneath the blankets. His touch was almost reverent as he cupped your cheek, thumb tracing patterns just beneath your eye.

"Can I kiss you?" The question was almost inaudible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

"Only if it means something." The corner of his lips curled as he leaned forward and sealed his lips to yours.

* * *

"Alpha!" You whined, squirming as Oikawa pressed your hands to the mattress, fingers laced through yours as he chuckled against your neck.

"Shh, baby, I've got you." His hips ground against yours and you let out a keening moan. His teeth teased the tender scent glands on your neck and you came undone, earning yourself the rare growl from your boyfriend. Your alpha. Yours.

“Mine.” He sounded feral, barely managing to form words between his own growls and huffs; then, to your shock, he drew blood, biting down on your neck-- marking you-- and you whimpered, bowing into him.

“Yours.”

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content tags: hurt/comfort, arguments over parental disproval

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asks, frustration and hurt dripping from his tone.

“I don’t understand why it matters! They have no bearing on our relationship!”

“They’re your parents! I’m your boyfriend. I should know if they don’t like me,” he argues, unable to look away from your defiant expression.

It shouldn’t be like this, you two shouldn’t be arguing. Not now, not when he had come out to spend Valentine’s day with you. If he hadn’t been getting ready in your bedroom, he doubts that he would have heard your parent’s unannounced visit, doubts he would have heard the conversation not meant for him.

And fuck if it doesn’t sting—the truth of your parent’s opinion of him as your romantic partner, the fact that you kept it from him, the dismissal of that little dream that had been forming in his mind. And you don’t get it. You don’t understand how fucking much this hurts.

“They don’t get to decide who I’m with! For fuck’s sake, Iwa! The only two people who matter in this relationship are you and me! Everyone else can go fuck off,” you spit and he hears your hurt with the explicit reduction in his name. He can't even pretend that it doesn't pain him—the fact that you called him 'Iwa' instead of 'Haji' or 'Hajime,' or the fact that you're suffering, too.

“They threatened to cut you off financially. It’s not as though you can afford to stay here without them.”

“My entire life they’ve dictated what I do, where I go, who I see. Befriending you was the first choice I made on my own and I’m not giving that up for them. If they wanna cut me off, then so be it.”

His breath catches in his throat as your declaration rings in the air, giving you an opportunity to say something he wishes you didn’t.

“If this is a dealbreaker for you—my parents not liking you—then so be it. I’m not forcing you to be in a relationship with me, nor am I going to try to get you guys to get along. I’m tired of doing everything I can for a modicum of their approval.”

The fire that burned through you is gone now as though a bucket of water was dumped over you both, leaving nothing but an icy chill blowing through the room.

He closes the distance between you two, eyes never leaving yours, seeing the depth of your fear and your insecurity.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises quietly.

As much as he would like for you to have a positive relationship with your parents, you’re right. What matters most is that you two are happy together. Later, when emotions have simmered, you two can talk about it. Maybe then he can voice his insecurities and you can voice yours.

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A/N: Reader is, at the very least, two inches shorter than Hajime

“Hajime?” you ask as soon as he enters your apartment. The aroma of your favorite taqueria fills the small space while you rummage through the kitchenette. “You wanna tell me why Oikawa texted me to, and I quote, ‘Get our man in check?’”

Iwaizumi laughs, knowing exactly what sparked this reaction in Oikawa.

“I didn’t realize that when I agreed to date you that you were already in a relationship,” you tease as you finish setting the table.

“Shut up,” he replies with a chuckle, making his way through the apartment as though it's his.

“Make me.”

Your smile turns mischievous as he approaches you like a predator hunting its prey. Standing before you, the difference in height is exaggerated as you tilt your head up, maintaining eye contact.

His hand comes to cup your jaw before he leans in, kiss leaving you breathless, grasping at his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you standing.

You pull back slightly, adoration visible in your eyes. “So? Are you going to tell me what you did to warrant an angry text from Oikawa?”

“OH! Yeah, you’ll never guess who I ran into today!”

“You… ran into someone? From Miyagi?!” you ask incredulously.

“Not just someone. Ushiwaka.” He laughs at your startled expression, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Yeah! His dad is Utsui Takashi. We actually talked after I got the chance to meet him. Before we parted, I took a picture with him and sent it to Oikawa to rub it in.”

“Well… shit.” You glance around the apartment as his words sink in, only for your eyes to settle on the food that’s still waiting. “Oh. Why don’t you go get comfortable and tell me about your day after we eat? I can’t wait to hear all about your day!”

Warmth spreads throughout him at your words, at the domesticity of it all, at the thought that he could do this with you for the rest of his life, at the knowledge that it’s something he wants.

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Relationship: Ex!Semi Eita x F!Reader Content Tags: Bassist!Semi Eita, Post MSBY-Schweiden, Fluff, Past Relationship, Mentions of a Messy Break-Up, High School Sweethearts, Lingering Feelings, Awkwardness Summary: Throughout your relationship with Eita, there was only one song he never shared with you completely. He used to hum its melody while he worked, though its lyrics remained a mystery to you. No one expected the first time you'd hear them would be during a show following a surprise reunion years after your separation. Word Count: 2,390

A/N: I found this in my WIPs and decided to share what I had. I'm slowly coming to terms with sharing unfinished WIPs and the idea that I may never fully return to them. In the meantime, enjoy?

Ushijima’s question is forgotten the second you hear the opening chords of the next song. Your attention returns to Eita—as though he hasn’t been the center of it all evening—and all coherent thought escapes you. Your heart swells and your breath catches and all you can do is listen to the gentle bassline Eita provides before other instruments join in, one by one.

Suddenly seventeen again, you’re listening to this progression for the first time before he blushes and flusters, ceasing his playing before offering a proper greeting. But that swelling in your chest halts when you’re reminded that you’re not seventeen, that you’re twenty-four with years having passed since you two last spoke.

The song continues, its full form light and hopeful, melancholy if only to you because it viciously reminds you that you’re no longer the kids who believed they could conquer the world together. All the same, the smile that appears on your lips is completely involuntary, a reaction to hearing his lyrics for the first time.

It’s not until he looks away that you realize the hold he’s kept you under, that he’s undeniably aware of your presence in the back of the audience. While you remain uncertain whether Satori’s teases have merit or that Shirabu didn’t set this up for personal entertainment (or that, perhaps, the truth lies in either’s persistence), you are certain that Eita sees you now.

Your heart remains hopeful, willing you to see the yearning in his expression, but there’s that voice in the back of your mind telling you that you’re projecting, that he’s sung this song hundreds of times before for the attention of any of the women around you. The romance you two once had is dead and gone and this is nothing more than a reminder of what once was.

Hell, you’re only here because of a series of coincidences—your return to Japan aligning with Ushijima’s game in Sendai; a schedule change that made Shirabu unavailable to attend the MSBY v. Schweiden match; a passing comment made by Reon regarding Eita’s show tonight; Ushijima inviting you since it’s been years since he’s seen you and months since he’s spoken with Eita. At no point yesterday did Eita otherwise speak with you. He only stared as though confronted with a ghost while you were invited to his performance by the grace of your high school friends. If not for how deeply you missed everyone—if not for how easily swayed you are by all of them—you wouldn’t be here.

The truth remains that Eita wouldn’t have invited you, that he likely already had this song on his set list before your reemergence in his life, that you aren’t the one he intends for it.

Still, you’re both here. He’s playing with his band at his favorite venue and you’re in the audience to cheer him on. One of the first promises you two made each other, fulfilled, something you can cherish if all else is lost. It does nothing to temper your longing, but it soothes some of the sting.

Girls on either side of you swoon, enamored by the pretty men on stage offering prettier lyrics while you’re faced with the largest what-if of your adult life and all of the abandoned promises and sweet nothings that were once yours. What does it matter when the promises that truly mattered are being fulfilled?

The song finishes, its lovely melody coming to a close, but you don’t realize you’re crying until Ushijima offers his handkerchief. Eita’s gaze shifts away again as Ushijima says, “I haven’t heard him play that song since high school.”

“Have you seen Eita perform with this band before?”

“I have. Sometimes they play in Tokyo and if they have a show when I’m in Miyagi, I’ll attend.”

“I’m glad. That makes me happy,” you answer with a smile before returning your full attention to the band.

It means nothing that Ushijima has never heard the song any of the times he’s seen Eita play. It’s not as though he played it for you. Even if he did… it changes nothing. All the same, you’re glad you’re here and glad you were given the opportunity to listen to the finished piece.

With the performance over and the band retreating to the back, you’re about ready to call it a night, certain Ushijima’s feeling the same. Instead, he beckons you to the periphery, providing identification to security as he leads you both to the back of the club. It’s too loud for you to get a word in edgewise once you realize he intends to bring you to Eita, but you don’t want to leave without saying goodbye.

Heart racing, you can’t help but remember yesterday, remember how Eita behaved, deciding he doesn’t actually want you here. He’s never been one to hold back, always asking for what he wants—“the answer’s already no if you don’t ask,” he used to say—so for him to say nothing? Well… It’s easy to anticipate push-back.

“Ushijima,” you prompt once the hallway provides a buffer to the cacophony of the club, “are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t know if Eita wants to see me. Maybe it’s better if I just leave and let you two catch up.”

Stopping in front of the door, he turns to you with a furrowed brow before speaking. “He wants to see you. We were both pleased to run into you after my game.”

“I’m happy I got to see you, too, but I don’t know.”

“I can show you the group conversation if you don’t believe me,” he offers, pulling out his phone.

“Ah, no, it’s okay, I promise,” you say with a laugh, pushing his phone away. “I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“You still care for him, don’t you?”

“I never stopped.”

Before he can respond, the door opens and the drummer pauses upon seeing you. Sizing you both up, he calls back to the band, “Ushijima and some chick are here,” before pushing past you.

Ushijima enters, taking the space once occupied by the musician, waiting for you to join him. The back room is small, adorned with signed posters from bands who’ve performed in years past, cramped with a mini-bar and unnecessarily large seating, making it feel cluttered even without people.

Everyone watches as you enter, curious as to the identity of “some chick,” and you’re struck by the tension that hangs in the air, the obvious remnants of an argument. Your search for a quiet distraction isn’t in vain as you catch sight of Eita.

Painfully aware that you aren’t alone, that it’s getting harder to breathe under everyone’s continued scrutiny, that the temperature’s rising, that your palms are uncomfortably sweaty, you find that you… don’t care. Not when he’s no longer looking at you as a ghost but as a friend that he’s missed. He looks at you like that, smile stretching his lips, and you can almost forget that last brutal argument.

Offering an awkward little wave and sincere praise for their performance, you feel it more than you see it—the release of the tension in the room, a collective breath held being released. The groupies start gushing over professional athlete Ushijima Wakatoshi and the musicians greet him like they’re used to it. Meanwhile, Eita stands as you approach, disbelief still tucked behind his expression despite his smile.

“You came.”

“Of course I came. I always promised I’d see you here,” you remind him, returning his smile.

“I didn’t think you’d show.”

“How could I miss this? I don’t think I have any right to say this, but I’m proud of you and your hard work. For whatever that’s worth.”

A steady flush starts to rise on his cheeks before his smile turns boyish. Uttering your given name in conjunction with his thanks, the other conversations stop and eyes are on you two again. Not until his guitarist repeats your name do you look away, surprised to meet the frustrated faces of his bandmates.

“Oh, so she’s the one you threw our set list out the window for?”

“I’m—what?”

“I already told you guys—”

“Yeah, yeah, you didn’t know what you were doing until it was too late. Doesn’t change the fact that you almost left us hanging in the middle of a set.”

“What are they talking about?” you ask, determined to not read more into the situation than you already have.

“Nothing. They’re talking about nothing. Can we—?”

“Nothing? Nothing except your boyfriend surprising us by playing a completely different song than the one we planned. He’s lucky we’ve practiced it before or we would’ve all been left in a lurch.”

Eita looks at you again and you’re reminded of a child being caught with their hand in the sweets jar. Your mind can’t seem to move past the casual use of “boyfriend” and the reveal that he hadn’t planned on playing that song.

“We aren’t—shit. Ei- I mean, Semi?” you ask, alarm audible in your voice as your cheeks start to burn.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he turns to you, eyes wide, mirroring your trepidation. “I told you guys that we aren’t together.”

“After that stunt tonight, you better be.”

“Semi, I can leave. It’s fine. We came back to say ‘hi’ and tell you that the band’s performance was great,” you say, pulling back. Ushijima starts and you wave him away. “It’s okay, Ushijima. I can call myself a cab. I’ll text you.”

Ushijima hesitates, not wanting to leave you on your own but wanting to respect your wishes, only relenting when Eita steps forward, closing the distance between you two again. He shoots a glare toward his guitarist and cellist before turning to you.

“Please don’t go. You just got here.”

“Semi,” you warn, guilt rippling through you as he deflates. “Listen. It was great seeing you and being able to watch you play, but I should get going. It’s been a long day.”

You can tell he wants to push back, that he wants you to stay—and what a wonderful feeling it is, knowing that—but he senses your discomfort and nods. “At least let me walk you out.”

“Okay.”

“Make sure to take her out through the back so your fan girls don’t get pissy.” The guitarist sports a scowl when you say goodbye to Ushijima, allowing Eita to usher you outside.

It’s hard to place what you’re feeling as you follow, hard to reconcile the way you find this comfortable despite the distance between you. Maybe the silence is as equally daunting, equally filled for him as it is for you. He waits until you’re both outside before saying anything, though he still hasn’t turned to face you. “Look, I need you to know that—”

“It’s okay, Semi. Truly.”

“Will you just let me speak?”

“Sorry. I’m just… nervous.”

“And you think I’m not?” he asks, turning and pinning you with his stare. “Shit. None of this is going the way I thought it would.” Hiding his face behind his hands, he takes a deep breath before bringing his hands up, smoothing over his hair.

“What’s not?”

“Tonight. You.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Shit, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I thought I would’ve gotten over my nerves around you. Things between us… didn’t end on the best of terms.”

“To put it mildly,” you agree, remembering how vehemently he refused your proposal to split, how quickly concerns over distance were warped into insecure accusations until the argument destroyed any hope you had to remain friends.

“I miss you. It was like a dream seeing you the other night.”

Your heart hiccups at his uncharacteristic openness about his emotions and you look at your shoes before asking, “Didn’t Shirabu tell you I was coming? Or Satori?”

“You must be confusing me for someone who has a better relationship with Shirabu. And Tendō said he didn’t tell me because he thought it would be funnier this way.”

You can’t help but laugh, but let some of your nervous energy escape with the sound. When you look up again, you find the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry. Shirabu told me he planned on seeing the match with you and Reon, only for his shift to change at the last minute.”

“He told Reon, but Reon seemed to forget to pass it on.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologize again, amused by their antics. Part of you wishes you had looked at the group chat when Ushijima offered. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Let me take you out for coffee.”

The answer comes a little too quickly and his familiar confidence starts to make itself known, but you hear that little seed of doubt that Eita’s always worked so hard to hide. Even still, you’re worried that it’s too much too soon, that you’ll both get caught in the illusion of “what could have been” rather than what is, that there’s nothing but pain waiting at the end of this road.

“Just coffee, and just as friends, right?”

“Of course.”

“Semi—”

“Just coffee. No surprises. No unwelcome guests. No songs that catch everyone off guard. Just coffee.”

“So you didn’t plan on playing that song?”

“I’ll tell you more about it when we get coffee,” he teases, flashing you a wide smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

Gods is this man beautiful. So easy would it be to fall into old habits, to give him whatever he asks for. There’s an undeniable pull for you to learn all the way he’s changed in the years since you last saw him, to discover who he is now, and it’s terrifying and exhilarating in such a way that only Eita could pull off.

Bowing your head in an attempt to hide your answering smile, you relent. “Okay, fine. Just coffee. Let me give you my number and we can figure out a time that works for us both.”

His fingers brush against yours as he hands you his phone and you don’t miss the way his smile grows and you know deep within your bones that there’s no way it’s going to be just coffee. Not that either of you seems to mind.

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13 August 2019 | 22:27

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Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

content tags: domesticity, mentions of alcohol, iwa calls reader "pretty girl," iwa casually proposes

It rained earlier and the smell of damp concrete and asphalt still lingers in the air. This part of the city is relatively calm and the atmosphere tranquil and it’s quiet enough that Iwaizumi immediately catches the small sound of the sliding door opening.

You wrap your arms around him from behind, embracing his back, humming when he takes your hands, giving them light kisses before returning them to their original position.

“You’re up late,” you comment lightly, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. “Any special reason?”

“I wanted to see you, pretty girl. I have some news for you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He snickers, remembering that guy with the rooster hair from the JVA that he had spoken with earlier in the day. “I got the job.”

“You got the job?!”

“I got the job,” he confirms with a wide smile, turning in your grip to face you. Your smile is just as wide as his, eyes shining with pride and love.

“That’s fantastic! We should celebrate!”

“Celebrate?” he asks, watching as you remove yourself from his arms to dance through the apartment, making your way to the fridge.

“Yeah! It’s not every day that a piece of your future falls into place, y’know?”

He follows you inside, watching with mirth as you continue to babble excitedly, opening a beer for you both to share.

This. This is what he wanted. An opportunity to work with people passionate about their sport, to help keep them at their best while ensuring their safety. An opportunity to live with you in Tokyo as you continue pursuing a career in sports medicine.

“Hajime?” you ask, making him realize he missed the last minute or so of your rambling. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. It is. I, uh, there’s something that’s been on my mind,” he admits, taking the beer from you, steeling himself for what he’s about to do. You watch him with a soft expression, ready to listen to whatever comes out of his mouth.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me.”

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Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

Oikawa’s ringtone can be heard in the kitchen where Iwaizumi had left his phone. It’s been two months since you left and a week since you called. The apartment is empty without you, even if all of your belongings are here, promising your return.

For what it’s worth, Oikawa’s been surprisingly helpful, carefully listening to both sides, understanding that it’s a case of frayed nerves, miscommunication, and shitty circumstances. So Iwaizumi wastes no time answering the phone.

“Iwa-chan! How’s California?”

“The same as it was two days ago. Kinda shitty and on fire.”

“Tsk. Always such a downer. Are you sure that it isn’t the absence of—”

“Her absence is exactly why it’s shitty and you know that.”

“Hm. I suppose I do,” Oikawa muses lightly. “Are you still on track to graduate just before summer?”

“Yeah. Spoke to my advisors this past week. I could graduate in two months, if I wanted, but…” if he does, then he’ll be leaving California. Leaving you. You’re nearly done with med school, almost ready to return to Japan.

He has no intention of returning alone. He’ll fight tooth and nail for you, for this relationship. Even if you two are… in a tough place right now, he’s not going anywhere.

“Ah. Well. She misses you. She’s wrapped her pillow with one of your old Godzilla shirts.”

He snorts at the image, at the knowledge that it was you who had taken his shirt, that he hadn’t lost it at the laundromat. “That… sounds about right, I guess. How—how is she?”

“What? She hasn’t called you?” Oikawa asks, sounding surprised. Overwhelmingly surprised.

“No? She called me last Tuesday and I haven’t really heard from her since.”

“That’s—maybe she picked up extra shifts at the clinic? I could ask when I see her tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna see her tomorrow?”

“We were gonna watch a recording of the Adlers-Black Jackal’s game. I wanna watch Ushiwaka and Kageyama lose to Shōyō! Do you want me to tell her to give you a call?”

Iwaizumi hesitates, wanting to talk to you more than anything—actually, no, he wants to hold you more than anything—but he wants it only if you’re doing it because you want to.

“Nah. It’s okay. I’ll, ah, I’ll shoot her a text. Hopefully, we’ll be able to talk today or tomorrow. Hey, listen—”

“Iwa-chan. She’ll come around,” Oikawa states, catching onto Iwaizumi’s discomfort. “It was nice chatting with you, but practice is about to start.”

“Yeah, man. Talk to you later.”

Iwaizumi sinks into the couch, letting his mind wander over what the future holds. With his program coming to an end, will he be able to find work with the V. League? When you return, will you two be able to reconcile properly? Will you want to be a part of his future?

Before he can spend too much time dwelling on the infinite possibilities that lay ahead, he receives a text from you.

Hey. I miss you. A lot. There’s so much I want to tell you but I know you’re probably busy. Please give me a call if your schedule permits? I have two days off, starting tomorrow. I’ll be watching a recording of the Schweiden-MSBY game with Crappykawa tomorrow, but that can be paused... I miss you. I hope you’re well.

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11 October 2016 | 05:50

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Iwaizumi isn’t sure where his body ends and yours begins, not that he minds. Your soft snores offer a soothing lullaby that keeps him in a state of tranquility, keeps him from getting up too early on his day off.

How—indescribable all of this is. It’s been nearly three months now, living with you in California, but he’s still in a state of disbelief.

He keeps waiting for the moment he wakes up, the shift in reality to remind him that he’s simply imagining, dreaming, hoping for this outcome. It’s too good to be true, to finally be here with you, to be one step closer to that dream of his that’s starting to solidify.

No longer is it only for him to become a physical trainer, for him to work alongside professional athletes, to push them to be their best, but now you’re in the picture beside him. Before, he hadn’t given it much thought, not truly. But now? There’s hardly a day that goes by where he doesn’t find himself thinking of the future he wants, wondering what role you’ll play in it.

True to your sentiments earlier in the year, you removed yourself from your parent’s influence, finding outside funding for your education, finding a new place to live with Iwaizumi once his graduation went through. You’ve already taken such great steps to show him that you’re serious about him, that you’re serious about the relationship, regardless of what obstacles may arise.

You shift on his chest, drawing his focus down to you. There’s the subtle change in your breathing that suggests your imminent change in consciousness and he can’t help himself when his fingers start to trail through your hair.

“Mmm,” you hum lightly. “G’mornin’, my handsome man.”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Wriggling your way up, you press a sleepy kiss to the side of his mouth before a small yawn escapes you. He turns to press a kiss to your forehead, loving the tired look full of near reverence in your eyes.

“What’re we doing today?”

“What do you mean, ‘what are we doing today?’ You have class,” he asks, knowing you wouldn’t willingly miss a class now that you’re on an academic scholarship.

“Class is canceled. Teacher got sick. Go figure,” you mumble, reaching under your pillow for your phone. Unlocking your phone, the email is still the open tab on your phone, sent four hours ago. “We never get to do anything anymore. Why don’t we go out and experience nature?”

He chuckles at your pout, mulling over the possibility of a day hike. “I’ve been meaning to go to Joshua Tree.”

“C’mon, then! Let’s do it!” Your excitement is interrupted by a large yawn, accentuating how exhausted med school is leaving you. “Coffee first.”

“Whatever you want, doll. All you gotta do is ask and it's yours.”

Anything, anything at all.

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19 March 2011 | 10:24

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The gymnasium is loud with cheers for Seijoh after their match against Ogi Nishi. Oikawa waves to his adoring fangirls, vying for his attention from the spectator’s seats. Just as Iwaizumi is about to hit Oikawa and prevent his head from getting any bigger, he catches sight of you.

You’re staring with mild intrigue, not at Oikawa, but at Iwaizumi. He feels his face heat up at the attention, unused to receiving any when Oikawa’s around. You smile before Seijoh clears the court for the following team. He shakes it off, figuring he’s never going to see you again, not when the following team is Shiratorizawa, not when there are other people to look at.

But he’s wrong.

As they make their way to watch their next opponent, waiting for the next match, you approach. Matsukawa and Hanamaki both point you out, suggesting that you’re one of Oikawa’s fangirls, trying to catch the setter when he’s free from female attention, but Iwaizumi knows better.

You ignore Oikawa’s charm, ignore both Matsukawa and Hanamaki, ignore everyone who isn’t Iwaizumi. Pulling out a notebook, you scribble your number and your name before tearing out that page, folding it in half, and passing it to Iwaizumi.

“Good luck,” you wish him as you leave them, walking towards your team, waiting for you just around the corner.

He looks over that folded piece of paper so much that he has your number memorized before the next match starts.

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Hunter!Iwaizumi Hajime x Demon!Reader

rating: SFW content tags: Supernatural!AU, Monsters!AU, Reincarnation, Star-crossed Lovers, Hints of Rivals to Lovers, He remembers nothing, You remember everything word count: 1,100 a/n: This is a snippet of a story I may never actually get to. It's set in the same universe as Tear Into Your Soul (mind the warnings). Partially inspired by this art by Jenna Barton

In the distance, he can clearly make out the wolf’s silhouette, similar in size to the mountains she guards. Regardless of what Oikawa may say, she’s phenomenal, something Iwaizumi can only imagine to be created by the divine and not the damned. This world of theirs is scoured by demons and monsters, vastly outnumbering the humans that have thus far survived this hellscape. Even still, he doesn’t believe that all monsters are spawned by evil.

Maybe it’s as Oikawa says and his unwillingness to kill you is at the heart of it, but he’s learning that not all is as it appears, that not all that looks evil is. Hell, there’s probably truth to Oikawa’s belief—even if Iwaizumi’s apparently going soft, it’s you who first showed him what he’s now discovering. The wolf turns her head, scanning the horizon for threats and he’s struck by the distinct feeling that he’s intruding upon something sacred.

“Be careful.”

It should startle him, should have him on his guard, but your voice produces the opposite effect. He doesn’t need to turn to know that you’re incorporeal right now, nor does he need to ask to know what you mean.

The woods are teeming with predators, all desperate for their next meal. Some are mindless, driven by instinct and the base need to survive, but there are those who are malicious and intentional, cherishing the opportunity to torment their prey. He’s well-equipped to deal with most of them, but he knows there are those who would leap at the opportunity to devour him. Oikawa would argue that you are one of them.

“You won’t protect me?”

There’s a soft snap of twigs behind him, the slight rustling of leaves telling him you’re finally here. “There’s only so much I can protect you from,” you say once you’re right behind him. You carry on without acknowledgment of the shivers you send up his spine, though he knows you’re aware of them. “Besides, I was under the impression you didn’t want my protection.”

He’s not so sure anymore. Without a doubt, you’ll be there should harm ever befall him. You’ve never told him as much, never indicated anything of the sort after your initial meeting, but he knows it with every fiber of his being. If you asked him when he was younger, he would’ve been terrified by the prospect of a demon being there for him, but…

There’s something that soothes his soul, something that eases his anxieties, simply knowing that you exist. Something snapped into place, forcing him to acknowledge that his life without you was incomplete. It terrifies him to the bone just as much as it calms the raging storm that dominates his entire existence.

“Were you waiting for me to be alone, or were you wandering this same forest?”

You step into the peripheral, reminding him of those days when he would see a shadow in the corner of his eye and turn to find nothing. Sometimes you’re like smoke where you’re almost completely intangible, impossible to hold, this only supported by the fact that your true demonic form is obscured by the thick waves of smoke that undulate around you. Other times, you’re painfully real, your presence carrying so much weight it’s impossible to miss, impossible to ignore the way he’s pulled toward you like the moon is its planet. Even if you seem to be little more than a blurry figure at the edges of his line of sight, he can feel you step into place beside him, as sure that you’re real as he is that he’s breathing.

“Are you trying to suggest that this was a coincidence?”

“That’s assuming they exist—”

“They don’t. Nothing is a coincidence and nothing happens by chance,” you say, voice unnaturally cold. “If you allow yourself to believe that there isn’t an actor pulling the strings somewhere, you’ll wind up dead. Again.”

“Again?” he asks, turning to properly face you. You don’t look at him, eyes still ahead though he’s not sure whether you’re seeing what’s in front of you.

You don’t remember, do you?

The words from your first meeting ring in his head and there hasn’t been a time before now that he’s wanted so badly to know what you meant.

“What won’t you tell me?”

“Telling you won’t change anything.”

Grey smoke gathers at your fingertips as it does when you become agitated, though he finds no other trace of agitation on your features. An unusual breeze sweeps through the trees, dragging your smoke with it, leaving you both to watch the unnatural way it moves, circling around you both before blowing in the direction of the wolf.

With it comes a shift in your emotions—that he can sense it is worrying enough. An incredible, soul-crushing sadness swallows you before him and he’s struck by the sheer age of it, by the acute familiarity that comes with it. You two aren’t particularly close, but he feels as though you two have been here a thousand times before and that you two will be here a thousand times more.

He doesn’t love you, but he feels it in his bones—loving you is an inescapable and immutable reality that awaits him.

Something shifts in the distance, something that sends shivers down his spine and screams danger. The collective breath of the forest is held as the wolf stands, all life waiting for her next move. Her shadow covers nearly the entirety of the hill before her, and he’s frozen in place as she turns, the hollowness of her white eyes sharpening as they settle on him.

There’s but a moment’s notice before he’s engulfed in your smoke, in the thick scent of cypress with the barest disruption of something floral. Everything tightens and it becomes difficult to breathe as he’s caught in stasis until he’s certain the ground beneath his feet is different than it was before. He should be alarmed, should feel angered, but the proximity of you makes that impossible. Your smoke starts to clear and he recognizes this place as on the other side of the mountain, somewhere closer to the settlement, somewhere that puts you in danger.

“Don’t die this time, Hajime.”

A whisper, carried on the wind, much more natural than the last. He knows that you’re gone, but his feet carry him forward regardless, body searching for you of its own volition until he stops before a bush much taller than he, much older than the surrounding vegetation.

Before his eyes blooms a single red camellia and the flash of lives he once knew.

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31 December 2011 | 06:51

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A soft yawn escapes you before you lean on him, resting your head on his shoulder. Oikawa, wrapped in a thick blanket in addition to his winter coat, walks up behind you two, taking his place on Iwaizumi’s left side.

“You don’t get to yawn,” Oikawa chastizes you, voice thick with sleep and a hint of playfulness. “This was your idea in the first place.”

“Maybe so, but you agreed to come along,” you lilt, leaning forward to get a better look at Oikawa. He sticks his tongue out in response, narrowly dodging Iwaizumi’s fist.

“No fair, Iwa-chan! You’re nicer to her than you are to me!”

“I thought we came here to watch the last sunrise of the year, not to waste time bickering,” Iwaizumi complains, though he doesn’t mind the light squabble.

“We did, Iwa-chan,” you say through your yawn. “Can’t you feel it? The change?”

He turns to look at you, noticing the hope that bubbles beneath the warmth of your eyes. You meet his gaze briefly, though the second that you do seems to last a lifetime. There’s something about you that makes him feel achingly alive. Something he wants to explore, something he wants to cherish.

Your fingers graze his hand, sending a jolt of electricity through him, one that’s exacerbated by the shy manner in which you look away, almost embarrassed by such familiarity. Cute. Almost as though you haven’t made time for him at least three times a month since you slipped your number into his hand, as though you haven’t brightened his days with a simple text.

“This year is gonna be great,” you say. “Even for you, Crappykawa. We’re all gonna work hard and we’re gonna make it to Tokyo.”

Oikawa whines at your use of Iwaizumi’s nickname, whines at the chuckle that ripples through his friend. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Mean to you? I just told you that you’re gonna make it to nationals this year!”

“Did you have to call me crappy, though?”

You don’t answer, attention pulled to the sky before you. That cold winter grey is overpowered by the sun, bringing light hues of blues, pinks, and purples into view. He feels it—the change that you asked about. He wonders whether that’s the only change that 2012 promises.

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16 September 2012 | 01:02

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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

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You’ve been texting him nonstop, miserable during your friend’s birthday celebration. Some event in Tokyo that accepts 18-year-old guests, something that has your friends dancing, disappearing into the crowd if you take your eyes off them for too long.

He’s stayed up the entire time, worry eating at him despite your constant updates. You send pictures to accompany the texts, showing off your outfit, the venue, the city. In the ones that feature you, there’s often an edge to your smile, the sparkle in your eye absent. The reaction shots you send him are genuine, featuring a smile that he wants to think is just for him.

The last time you texted him, however, was almost twenty minutes ago. His anxiety is through the roof, interrupted by a phone call.

“Iwa-chan?”

He immediately goes to worse-case-scenario when he hears how small your voice sounds, thinking that you’re hurt and six hours away.

“Iwa-chan? Are you there?”

“I’m here. Are you okay?”

The event is loud, still raging in the background, even at this time. It’s hard to tell if you’re sniffling or if he’s imagining things, projecting his fears on you.

“Ah… I’m fine, physically. Just… a little emotionally exhausted. I’m heading back to the hotel by myself right now and I just really want to hear your voice.”

“What’s going on? Where are your friends?”

“They’re still out. I have the keys, but I’m not trying to stay out with vomit on my pants.”

“I’m sorry—what?”

“Yeah. I went to the bathroom and some girl was sobbing and obviously drunk. When I tried to slip past her, she blew chunks. All over my leg.”

“That… sounds awful,” he says, a relieved chuckle leaving him.

“It is.” He can almost hear your pout, almost see the way it’s set on your lips. “Agh. Remind me why I agreed to come out with them?”

“Because you’re a pushover?”

“Hey! I am not! I’m just nicer to my friends than you are yours!”

“I’m nice to you, aren’t I?” Though that may be unrelated.

“Tch. I guess.”

“You guess?” he teases. “I could hang up and let you walk back to the hotel by yourself.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he agrees with a chuckle. “How’s the city otherwise?”

“It’s… nice. Busy. Maybe if the circumstances were different, I’d enjoy it more.”

“Don’t you visit each summer for that training camp?”

“Ah, not really. It’s the suburbs, not the city. The weather’s a little nicer, but I might as well still be in Miyagi if not for the better teams.”

The sound of the city disappears, indicating that you must be inside the hotel. He hears the soft chime of the elevator and assumes that you’re keeping silent to avoid your voice carrying.

“I’m here,” you confirm. “Do you… never mind.”

“No. What is it?”

You sigh, sounding unsure, but relent. “I was going to ask if you would mind allowing me to shower before I called you back. But it’s late. You should be asleep.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Whatever you need.”

You’re silent, appreciating his words, before giving him a heartfelt, “Thank you, Hajime.” Your small token of gratitude has managed to steal the breath from his lungs, managed to fill his heart, managed to wake him up. Ten minutes later, you call again, talking about everything and nothing until you fall asleep on him.

He starts to toy with the idea of properly asking you out when you mumble something similar in your sleep.

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