#iwaizumi x black y/n
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the luvrs club ❥ pothos
pothos: the god of yearning and desire. the passionate longing between lovers, especially when one is unattainable.
“they say distance makes the heart grow fonder but i don’t know how much “fonder” my heart can get. i want to see you, hold you, and feel your skin against mine. why can’t we close the distance and love each other face to face.”
timeskip!iwaizumi x college!black fem reader genre: angst with a happy ending, argument warnings: cursing, insults, mentions of mental health/insecurity word count: 6,975
playlist: spotify apple music
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14 hours, 26 minutes, and 16 seconds…. 17…. 18,
And not a single notification from your boyfriend. You stare at your phone, waiting and silently wishing just one text would pop up. Even the three dots indicating that he was typing would satisfy you but there was nothing there. By now you should be accustomed to the lack of communication but the reason for the radio silence is what bothers you.
An aggravated sigh escapes your mouth and you get up from your position on the couch, abandoning your phone in the living room as you walk to your kitchen. You begin opening all your cabinets in search of something to soothe the festering irritation in your chest.
And like an added soundtrack to your life, there’s a tiny voice, one so small- so quiet urging, begging you to go back to your phone and text him. The voice is very persuasive, you cannot deny, as it lists off reasons as to why you should be the one to reach out first. You ignore the whisper, muting it because it can’t always be you.
A relationship requires the continuous effort of two people and your heart could no longer bear the strain of double work.
“I’m not texting him, fuck all that” You huff as you grab a bottle of juice.
Soft footsteps thud against the hardwood floor as you trudge back to the comfort of your couch. You pick up your phone again, ignoring the empty notification center and scroll through multiple delivery apps.
The juice has done nothing to pacify the hurt spreading throughout your body like a never ending flame. You need something else to distract you because soon your thoughts will be gasoline to the wildfire of pain.
After ordering from your favorite restaurant you switch your attention to the TV, hoping the background noise from whatever you choose would aid in the distraction you so desperately seek. But as you browse through countless anime, Netflix originals, and Disney movies, nothing interests you or rather everything seems to pale in comparison to the situation at hand.
You shut the TV off and opt to sit in silence, staring at the ceiling and listening to the white noise that fills your apartment.
It works, for a while.
Until the quiet is too quiet. Until the steady tick of the clock is growing louder by the second and its echoes in your brain, almost like an insult that still stings your heart years later. Why did you think this was a good idea? Why would you give yourself the opportunity to be alone with your thoughts when that has only destroyed you multiple times before?
“This is driving me crazy. I have to do something.” You groan, sitting up abruptly. You grab your phone from its spot on the coffee table, once again ignoring the lack of notifications from one Iwaizumi Hajime and calling someone who would listen to all your troubles.
If you couldn’t be alone with your thoughts then what’s the harm in sharing them with someone else?
Five rings pass before you hear the click that tells you the other person has finally picked up. There’s something resembling a sigh coming from the other end and you take it as a greeting and a sign to start running your mouth.
“Kunimi, your friend is a whole bitch and I hope you know that.”
“Well, happy holidays to you too and I’m good thanks for asking.” Kunimi replies sarcastically, completely unfazed by your words.
“Yea, hello or whatever. But can you believe this man hasn’t contacted me in the last-” You glance at the time before continuing, “-14 hours and 36 minutes?”
“You’ve been keeping count?” His voice is steady and level as usual but with the years of friendship between the two of you there’s no way you would miss the shock lurking in between his words.
Your voice wavers as you bite back tears.
“Yeah… This is a new record for him. And at this point I can’t figure out if I’m really hurt or just over it all. I never thought he would treat me like this.”
The small sniffle and brokenhearted look you wear is all it takes for Kunimi to understand that whatever has transpired in the past 14 hours has truly hurt you. And the brown-haired boy might not be the greatest at comfort but for his best friend, he would do all he could.
“What should I do, Ki?” You mumble out.
His voice softens as he speaks.
“First you have to tell me what happened. I can’t help you if I don't know.”
“Okay well remember how I said Iwa’s been distant lately? That’s where it all started.”
Time, the most precious element in a long distance relationship. Everything depends on time, whether it be time zones or figuring out how much sleep you can sacrifice to talk to your beloved. And if the one in your heart truly means that much to you, you would scrap up minutes and seconds to hear a warm hello.
Your relationship with Iwaizumi certainly began that way. The hours long facetimes and constant texts. Voice messages and random photos sent throughout the day used to fill the void of physical contact. And staying up late to wish the other good morning before you lay your head down to rest. All of it was enough to keep your heart beating even when you were 5,471 miles apart.
However, the normal hours-long facetimes become simple texts and missed calls. It turns into short two word answers and noncommittal hums in response. All you start to hear from Iwaizumi is “Sorry, I’m busy” and “I’ll call you back later.”
Those were lies and empty promises of course and as time went on they only got worse. Sometimes you would go days without nothing more than a “hello” and when you pressed for more, it only resulted in disappointment. You tried not to read too much into it, blaming it on school and environment. You began telling yourself you shouldn’t expect so much, that you were being unreasonable and clingy. Hajime had so much to worry about, especially being so far from the only home he’s known and his distant behavior wasn’t a reflection of how he felt about you.
That’s until he began posting more often and updating his story, something which he never cared about before. You saw him hanging out with friends and going on weekend trips. He was laughing and smiling, a sight you haven’t seen in weeks. You want to be happy for him but you can’t, you can’t because you couldn’t fight off the feeling of being ignored, of being forgotten, and disregarded.
And if that wasn’t enough, that’s when you start seeing her. You didn't know who she was, maybe a classmate or coworker but she’s plastered everywhere like annoying billboards outside apartment windows. She begins showing up in his videos, in his posts, and comments. You didn’t miss the way her arm would drape over his shoulders or her lingering looks full of some emotion you can’t quite place.
When you ask Hajime about her you make sure it's casual and not accusatory, because the last thing you want to do is start an argument with someone who tends to be blinded by their own pride. His response was definitely one you wanted to hear but not necessarily one you believed. He told you she was his roommate’s sister and that they were just friends. And while all of that seemed true you couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy.
The kind that starts to cut away at your soul leaving nasty scars and you’re not sure they’ll ever heal. Why is that she got more of his time than you did? What about her was so special that it cast a shadow on your love?
So instead of tending to your soul scars, you cover them with cheap band-aids and off-brand ointment. You began making excuses and no longer questioned Iwa’s actions. He was your boyfriend after all. He was yours and you were his, and that should be reassurance enough.
Well that’s what you thought until one night your phone starts ringing in the middle of your Criminal Minds binge. You reach over, grabbing it from your nightstand and a smile so bright, one that could put the stars to shame stretches across your face.
He was calling you. After days of barely getting past the hi, hello, and how are you’s, Iwaizumi was making the first move. You press accept, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Hi, Haji!” Your voice is warm and sweet, everything you want his to be.
All you hear is rustling, indistinct voices, and faint music. So you repeat yourself, assuming he can’t hear you because of bad cell service.
“Hellloooooo, Hajime?”
You pull the phone away from your ear and check the time in Los Angeles, it was only a few minutes past 2 pm and you wonder if he’s at work. This would not be the first time Iwa has accidentally dialed your number while on the clock. You decide to check his location that way you could end the call without any worries and shoot him a text to let him know what happened.
But his location isn’t at the local gym, no he’s still at home and that’s when you hear it. A loud laugh from Iwaizumi and the voice that follows it, her voice. They were together and you were a mistake stuck in his pocket, a voice stuck behind a cracked glass screen.
You want to be petty, you want to scream and yell profanities loud enough to embarrass them both but you knew your boyfriend. He wasn’t one to react to that and he wasn’t one to cheat either. Iwa was the one who insisted the two of you pursue a long distance relationship after you expressed doubts about it.
Doubts that are coming to fruition day by day.
So you text him, asking him if he meant to call you. You knew the answer was no but you just want to see what he does next. The vibration from his phone echoes in the call and you can hear more rustling as he pulls it out of his pocket.
“Babe?” Iwaizumi questions, heavy confusion dripping from the singular word.
“I think you called me by accident.”
“Yea I think so. Didn’t even notice, sorry.” You can clearly picture him rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he apologized to you.
“I figured since you seem real busy. I’ll talk to you whenever you decide to actually call me.” You shift in your bed, getting ready to end the call.
“Nah, I’m not busy. I’ll call you in like two hours, okay?”
“Mmhm, bye” You hum, not believing it all and ending the call. If he wasn’t busy, why not continue the conversation at that moment?
Unlike usual, disappointment didn’t follow Iwa’s words and to your surprise he did call two hours later. The facetime call started with its usual pleasantries and the feeling that scratched away at your soul had been reduced to a minor itch and that was enough to make you happy for the moment.
Even if he did keep his word doesn’t mean his behavior changed completely.
“How were finals? I know you were really worried about it.” You ask.
“Fine.” His voice is flat and he doesn’t elaborate nor does he ask you about yours.
This is exactly how the rest of the conversation goes. Hajime treats talking to you like an annoying chore and despite calling you first he only responds with dry answers like he couldn’t be bothered and that’s only if he chose to answer. Other times he would leave your words hanging in the air, unacknowledged and unanswered. Once again you were the only one putting in the effort and it hurts. It feels like a vine is wrapping around your heart and digging its thorns into the delicate flesh.
“Oh! Did I tell you I got my hair done?” You start taking off your bonnet, excitement buzzing throughout your entire body. You look into the camera, adjusting the black soft locs to frame your face.
Iwaizumi appears a minute later, his eyes doing a quick glance over before disappearing off the camera like some stupid magic trick.
“It’s nice.”
Nice? Just nice?
You know what would be nice?
If your boyfriend actually gave you the attention you deserve. If he complimented you in a way that would make your heart swell ten times its size. If he made you feel wanted, made you feel adored.
But, he didn't.
Instead it’s like he left the door open, letting in the chill of December and your heart was at risk of severe frostbite.
You let out a shaky breath, swallowing tears of hurt and anger. You've had enough.
“Do you have something better to do?”
“What you say?”
“Do you have something better to do? Am I boring you or what?” You snap.
“What’s with the attitude? You need to chill out.” Iwa reprimands, not enjoying the sudden change in tone.
You scoff. An attitude? At this point, he shouldn’t expect anything less especially with the way he’s been treating you.
“One, don’t tell me what to do. Two, have you even realized this is the first time we’ve talked for more than 5 minutes in the last three weeks? If you would even call this a conversation considering the fact I’m the only one talking.”
Iwaizumi doesn’t want to argue with you, he doesn’t want the conversation to go any further because he knows how the both of you are. And he knows that anything past the point will only result in a wound much too deep to heal. So he stays quiet.
But antagonizing him was one of your special talents.
“And as usual you got nothing to say. You’re on hush mode just as I motherfuckin’ expected. You never fucking change. Or actually you don’t care enough to change.”
“And exactly how am I supposed to change? What am I supposed to say? It’s not like you ever give me the room to talk. You only talk about yourself. Everything is always about you or are you too self-absorbed to notice?”
You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off before the words are able to form on your tongue.
His voice raises a couple octaves in an attempt to imitate you.
“It’s always ‘Oh look at my hair Haji,’ ‘I bought this Zumi,’ ‘I got 60 on my test Haji.’ So tell me exactly how I'm going to contribute to the conversation?”
This isn’t any ordinary imitation, no he’s mocking you. And if he was trying to hurt you, well he could celebrate a win. His statement causes a very familiar feeling to return, the feeling of thorns tearing away at your skin.
“It’s not like you’re any better, Hajime. Don’t sit on my phone and act all high and mighty. I ask you a question, you brush me off. I try to get you to talk, you don’t even respond. I’m always met with silence like it physically pains you to say more than one letter to me. Do you know how that feels? I feel so little, like I don’t matter, like I'm unimportant. Yet, you have all the energy in the world to talk to other bitches.”
The dark-haired boy rubs his temples, clearly showing his irritation.
“Oh so that’s what this is about? How many times do I have to tell you she’s just a friend AND my roommate’s sister. Do you even hear how you sound right now? It’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t care if she’s the Princess of Geneva. She gets all of your time and attention, while your actual girlfriend has to damn near beg for you to even text her. Do you see the issue? I shouldn’t feel like an outsider in my own fucking relationship. I shouldn’t have to witness you playing house with other people while I have to pray for a crumb of your time.”
“So I’m not allowed to hang out with the people around me? I have to always cater to you and live my life on your time? When we don’t even live in the same country. Do you expect me to be at your every beck and call? Do you know how exhausting that would be?”
Those cheap band aids start to peel off one by one. The scars you thought you covered so well, start to sting and burn.
Your voice is thick, full of tears and pain. You know you shouldn’t but you want him to experience even a fraction of what he’s put you through.
“Is that why you don’t try anymore? Is a little distance too hard for fragile Iwaizumi Hajime? The same Iwaizumi who begged me not to break this off? The same one who promised me he would try to make this work.”
You continue patronizing him, fake pity exuding from every word.
“Oh, you poor thing. It must be so hard for you to actually care for your girlfriend. It’s almost like I’m not the one putting in all the effort anyways, like I’m not the one doing all the work. While you get to run away and escape from everything. But I shouldn't be surprised, that is your special talent after all. Running away from every single feeling because they make you feel weak, make you feel less than. Is that why you ran from Japan to California because you aren’t good enough for anything here, right?”
You know that was a sore spot for him, but you didn’t care. You were tired of being an afterthought, tired of being the one flavor of candy no one picks.
“You didn’t have to say that. You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Iwaizumi is trying his best to keep his voice stable but those words leaving your mouth were enough to cause a lump to form in his throat.
“Well believe it and go to hell while you’re at it.”
You end the call right away, denying him the chance of rebuttal. You sniffle, wiping furiously at your eyes before burying your face into your pillow, wetting it with your tears.
Click.
A sound that Iwaizumi never thought twice about, but now it starts to haunt him. With every passing second all he can hear is your words, the pain behind them, and that godforsaken click. It echoes in his brain the same way the tick of the clock echoes in yours.
The dark-haired boy reaches for his water, downing it all in one go. He was trying to get rid of the lump that has found home in his throat, but no matter how many times he swallows it never seems to leave. It sits there, heavy and hurting like the words exchanged between the two of you.
If anyone else had listened to that call, Hajime is sure they would never believe him when he tells them, he never meant for it to go that way. He never meant to speak to you like that or make you feel like that, like you didn’t matter to him.
Because that couldn’t be further from the truth. You mean the entire world to him. Even the world was too small a scale.
Iwaizumi wants to take the stars from the sky and dump them in your hands, because in his eyes the sky had stolen them from you. And to him that was a crime worthy of the worst punishment. Why would someone steal from you? Why would the sky take away the stars from their rightful owner?
And it shouldn’t be an excuse but the fact you meant that much to him, maybe that’s what caused the change in his behavior. He couldn’t quite grasp the true weight of his own emotions and with that came overthinking - overthinking that led to insecurity.
The kind that takes bits of one’s psyche and crumbles it into ash.
Hajime can’t pinpoint when he started feeling that way but he remembers how it consumed him whole. How it was all he ever thought about, how it crept into his mind as he slept - infecting his dreams.
His mind would race with thoughts of you, of your relationship. He thought about what you were doing, what you were eating, and how you felt about him even though he was physically absent. Those thoughts turned into questions, terrifying ones.
Why does missing you feel like blades to the chest?
Why do you make him feel so good? And why does he always second guess it?
What if you saw him the way he saw himself?
What happens when you realize that your love was better given elsewhere?
Then followed the doubt, which clouded his mind and he began to think that you would find someone better than him, someone who actually deserves to be loved by a heart as big and as precious as yours.
And Hajime knows he struggles with vulnerability, with the ability to allow people see him past the image he projects and yet with you that all he ever wants to do, be vulnerable. He wants you to press your ear to his chest and listen to the erratic beating of a heart that belongs to you. Iwa feels safe in your presence even with the 5,471 miles between the two of you. Safe enough to drop whatever guard he has built up over the years and that alone terrified him.
So he doesn’t tell you about all the things that swim in his brain. Due to the terror but also despite all that, he still always wants to be your big strong boyfriend, the one you can depend one. But how could he do that when he was falling apart on the inside? What if you start to see him as weak, the same way he did every time he looked in that foggy mirror after every shower.
He decided weeks ago that he would fix it on his own, that way he could come back to you stronger, healthier, and more sound of mind. A person that understands his emotions and knows how to deal with them. So he starts hanging out with his friends more, asking them for advice, and surrounding himself with people that could help him. And if Iwa had told you that’s what he was doing, you would’ve encouraged him wholeheartedly. He knows you would but for some reason he didn’t and his plan didn’t include neglecting you, but he still did. Whether it be intentional or accidental, he still did.
And now this was something new he had to fix. Hajime has to fix it soon because the heartbreak that leaked from your words wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe, but if he were to lose you? No language in the world can detail the pain that would come from his heart being torn apart piece by piece.
The boy can only pray that there is a way to resolve everything. Because this has given one very sneaky god the opportunity to weed his way into your minds and plant a seed into the loving soil of your relationship. The sprout had started to grow when your hearts ached for each other and now it may bloom into something ugly and twisted. All you can do now is wonder if your love will survive the poisonous flower.
“That’s what happened. And I woke up this morning to zero texts or calls from him, it’s like he doesn’t even care to fucking apologize.”
“Did you call or text him?” Kunimi soon realizes that was the wrong question to ask after he hears your very heavy sigh.
“Why are you asking me stupid questions? ……Why would I do anything when I’m always doing it? That’s the whole reason we argued, Ki. Why do I have to spend my Christmas Eve chasing after him? Hmmm?” You shift on the couch and angle the phone so he could properly see the expression you wore.
“I was just saying. Maybe he’s waiting for you to reach out to him because he wants to make sure you are ready to talk.” Your best friend explains. And honestly? You wish he would stop talking. It’s always excuses-excuses with men.
“You’re no help at all, like none. I hope you know that.” You inform him, growing sick of this conversation.
“I’m trying! You know this isn’t really my thing.” He mutters out and you can tell it's apologetic.
“Thanks for trying or whatever.”
There’s a few beats of silence that settle over the call and you use it to collect your thoughts, or at least attempt to.
“You okay?” Kunimi asks quite sincerely.
“Not really.” You answer back just as sincerely.
“Can I come over?”
“No. Go spend your Christmas Eve with your girlfriend. One of us has to have a good day at least.”
“You can come with us, she won’t mind. It’s sad being all alone like that.”
“Thank you for reminding me, Ki. And I’m not third wheeling my best friend and my cousin. I’m not a baby, I’ll be fine by myself for one day.”
“You sure?” The brown-haired boy questions, worry weighing down his features.
“Yes, father. Tell Amina I said hi and that she owes me $15.” You crack a small smile, hoping it convinces him.
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
“And I’m not in the spirit, so goodbye.” You wave him off, quickly ending the call after you hear his farewell.
You lied.
You are a little bit of a baby. You felt lonely and hurt, and it’s not shameful to admit that at this very moment you want to crawl into someone’s arms and bawl your eyes out. But that wasn’t an option, so instead you stare up at the ceiling once again and let the tears fall without someone there to catch them.
Another 20 minutes of crying pass before a text lights up your phone and a small chuckle falls from our lips. There’s a long text from your cousin cursing your boyfriend out with such creativity, you can only wonder how she comes up with such insults.
As you exit the text conversation, your finger hover over Hajime’s contact and Kunimi’s words start to replay in your head. If he was really waiting for you to contact him first then that means he didn’t actually listen to you, that he still hasn’t learned anything, and that would take the both of you right back to square one.
Iwaizumi has to be the one to extend the olive branch first, he has to prove that he wants this relationship to work as much as you do. Or this might be the end.
Through all the tears and emotional turmoil, you suddenly remember the food you ordered earlier. You check the time, it's been almost an hour since you ordered and you see a message about a delay due to the sudden snow. Absolutely nothing is going right for you today and you wish the holidays would just pass by quickly because it’s only adding on to your sadness.
You flip over on the couch, burying your face into the cushions in hopes that sleep would overtake you and you could forgot about the present world for a couple hours. Your eyes have only been shut for 5 minutes before your doorbell rings and you ignore it at first, not wanting to hear your neighborhood’s choir rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”. But then it rings again and this time you pull yourself off the couch, expecting the delivery man to be holding your bag of long awaited food.
Opening the door with one hand and grabbing a couple bills for a tip with the other, you start thanking the person and apologizing for making them brave the freezing temperatures. However, your words don’t even touch the chilly air because there was no delivery man and definitely no food.
No, there was only your boyfriend standing at your doorstep with his suitcases and a very guilty smile.
And you?
You slam the door close out of shock or out of anger, you’re still deciding which one. You look out the peephole and watch your boyfriend fidget nervously. His nose is pink and he blows into his hand to keep them warm. A part of you wants to leave him out here and let the cold be his punishment. Maybe then he could finally understand how he made you feel.
But for some other reason, you’re opening the door and letting him into your warm apartment. You don’t even greet him, you lock the door behind him and walk towards the kitchen. And for once Iwaizumi recognizes your cues and doesn’t follow after you.
You return about 6 minutes later with two mugs in your hand, a hot chocolate for yourself and a tea for the man roaming about your living room.
“Thank you.” He flashes you a grateful look and sips the tea, letting it heat up his body.
You place your cup down and cross your arms over your chest. Your face is emotionless and your eyes tell him absolutely nothing.
“What are you doing here?”
Hajime flinches at your stern tone. You weren’t happy for obvious reasons and he can’t blame you.
“Surprise?” Iwa mumbles out, the tips of his ears shifting from pink to red out of embarrassment.
You threw him an unimpressed look, the answer was obvious. He was here to apologize but if he thought that showing up to your house uninvited was the miraculous cure, Hajime had a long way to go to earn your forgiveness.
“Don’t play with me right now. You never mentioned coming back to Japan for Christmas.”
The dark-haired boy shifts his weight from one foot to another. The intensity of your stare as you wait for his response causes the guilt to burn through every nerve, singeing off the ends and leaving him in a fit of fiery emotional pain. Hajime doesn’t know how to start. Should he start with an explanation, or an apology, or a plea for forgiveness?
You let out a frustrated sigh. Of course, you are met with silence.
“We aren’t doing this again. So you can leave, I’m sure your parents would be much happier to see you.”
“No!” It’s a loud objection, maybe even a little too loud. Iwaizumi clears his throat, trying to correct himself. “I mean, I need to stay. I have something to say.”
You tilt your head to the side in slight interest. Iwaizumi rarely raises his voice in your presence and for him to do it now means that he was serious. And that’s exactly what you want him to be. You want him to take part in the relationship, to do the only thing you’ve ever asked.
You want him to love you in the way you know he can.
“Say what you want to say and then I’ll decide if you can stay.” You declare.
Hajime finally meets your gaze, this is his only chance to fix the mess he created all over your heart.
“I thought of a million things I could say to you, you know better than anyone I’m not good with words so I practiced my apology but it didn’t feel right. So what I want to say first is, I’m sorry. Extremely sorry for everything I did and I don’t only mean the phone call because this goes beyond that. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t the first and last thought on my mind, for not treating you the way you deserve. I love you more than I can verbally express and the thought of losing you was-is destroying me inside. And honestly I could stand here and list all the reasons why everything went wrong but I know how much you hate excuses and beating around the bush. But, there is something I want to tell you about my behavior, about why I acted the way I did.”
Iwa pauses, feeling nervous. Expressing himself in such detail causes panic to settle in, his insecurities start to bubbling up to the surface. Yet, he continues on, he doesn’t need his worries to cause another disaster or deprive you of the apology you deserve.
“I’ve always wanted to be the type of boyfriend that you can depend on, that is strong enough to lift every obstacle in your way. Especially when you look at me like I can solve every problem even if it’s beyond my abilities, it's just such a sweet look and it makes my heart stop every single time. And one day I started to doubt why you look at me like that when I can’t even breathe without questioning myself. Why do I deserve to be loved by someone with such a pretty heart? And even if I felt all that, I didn’t want you to ever stop looking at me so sweetly. So, I tried so hard to be better for you, for me, for us, that I failed to see what I was doing to you until it was too late.”
Your gaze starts to soften as you look at him. Hajime didn’t have to be strong all the time for your sake, you love all parts of him. That love is what opened the door for him and let him in. That same love is what listening to him right now and wants to hear everything he has to say.
Your boyfriend starts rubbing the back of his neck. A very common habit of his.
He’s apologizing, you think to yourself.
As he continues his speech, the pain from the soul scars start to disappear. They no longer sting or burn. They start to heal and you wonder if the cure is someone else's treatment.
“And instead of listening to you, I insulted you. I can’t even repeat what I said because I don’t want you to ever hear those words from me again and I wish I never said them. I wish I could change the past but I can't. All I can do now is take responsibility and work for your forgiveness. So please let me. Let me be a better boyfriend, I wanna make up for everything I did. I want to show you that I love you more than anything. I want to show you that I’m sorry and I’ll apologize to you every day if that’s what it takes. If you asked me to get on my knees I would, If you told me to steal the sun I would. And I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”
Silence follows the heartfelt apology and as you take it all in, the words start to slip out of your mouth.
“You can stay.” You tell him.
Iwaizumi walks towards you, stopping once he’s close enough for you to hear his heartbeat. His arms around you in the next second, pulling you in for a hug. There’s slight hesitation in his grip like he’s afraid you’ll leave. But when your own arms circle around his waist and clutch onto the back of his shirt, he realizes you weren’t going anywhere.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Zumi. I love you because you’re you and that means I love every single version of you.” You mumble into his chest.
“I know. I was scared and sometimes I still am. Next time, I’ll talk to you about it.” He responds, hugging you tighter. “There are three more things I wanna tell you.”
You loosen your grip and lean your head back to look at him. Iwaizumi can practically see the question marks in your eyes and he has to resist the urge to kiss away the cute confusion.
“I didn’t only come here to apologize. I already planned to surprise you for Christmas. Also, the girl you kept seeing me with was helping me. We get free counseling at UC but it’s hard explaining myself in English. So, since she’s a psychology student that also speaks Japanese, she was helping translate.” Hajime admits, an apologetic smile on his lips.
You shut your eyes in guilt as you respond. You weren’t exactly saying the nicest things about the two of them when you were upset.
“You had me cussing you and that girl out in my mind every day. Oh my god, now I feel horrible. Why didn’t you just tell me, Haji?!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry” He apologizes once again. “And last thing.”
Iwa pulls out of the hug, opting to hold on to your left hand instead. He lifts your arm up, twirling you around.
“What are you doing?” You say between quiet giggles.
His voice when he speaks this time is soft and sweet, everything you want it to be.
“Admiring my very pretty girlfriend and her hair that I’m obsessed with. You look so good, baby.”
Hajime keeps twirling you around, showering you with all types of compliments until you’re dizzy from his words and the constant movement. At the same time, he uses his free hand to pull something out of his pocket before pulling you in close.
“I can’t even see straight right now. Everything is still spinning.” You tighten your grip on his hand to stabilize yourself. Even in the blurry haze, your eyes still land on your boyfriend’s flushed face. He lets go of your hand and covers your eyes with his palm.
“Well, now I can’t see at all.” You point out.
“I’m gonna take my hand off now but you have to keep your eyes closed.” Iwa instructs, slowly removing his hand.
“Okay… Wait. Is this a part of the apology? Are you trying to buy my forgiveness?”
“Just keep your eyes closed.” It’s a soft demand and you nod your head in understanding. You’ll entertain him for the time being.
And due to your lack of vision, your hearing is now heightened and you hear every little nervous exhale Iwaizumi lets out. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when cold metal brushes across your hand and onto your finger.
“You can open them now.”
Your eyes snap open and immediately you direct your line of sight downward. Your previously bare digit is now housing a new gold ring.
A very expensive gold Cartier ring. One with a pink diamond sitting in the middle.
You gasp in awe, eyes glued to the glittering jewelry. The gift giver scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction. He’s been planning this for the last 7 months and even if it didn’t go exactly to plan, he wants to at least please you.
“It’s a promise ring.” Iwaizumi uses his left hand to hold yours and that’s when you see it. On his ring finger sits the matching band. Tears begin to collect in your bottom lashes and his hands move up to your face, cradling your cheeks.
“Don’t cry, babe. I cost you enough tears, okay?” His thumbs swipe away the tears as they fall and you nod a frantic yes to let him know you’re listening. “It’s a promise that I will love you the way you deserve to be loved and prove I can be better until I can replace that ring and make you a new promise.”
“I’m trying not to cry but this is the sweetest and most expensive thing anyone has ever done for me. How did you afford this?” Even as you speak, tears still slide down your face and he still wipes away every single one.
“Don’t worry about that.” He dismisses your question. The cost was covered by extra shifts and side jobs. And a refund check. “Do you like it?” Hajime redirects the conversation, he knows you won’t stop asking unless you’re distracted by a new topic.
“I love it, I love it so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Your boyfriend reaches into his pocket for something else as you continue admiring your beautiful ring.
“You know I’ve always wanted to be a Cartier girl.” You tell him.
“I know, and haven’t you always wanted to do this too?” He uses the hand still on your face to tilt it upwards.
Mistletoe.
Iwaizumi is dangling a Mistletoe plant over the two of you.
A grin brighter than every single Christmas light settles on your face. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your face closer to his.
“Merry Christmas Eve.” He whispers.
“You’re really sneaky, you know that?” You whisper back. In response, Hajime only smiles before gently pressing his lips onto yours. He kisses you with such tenderness and care, that you melt into his embrace. He wants you to know you mean everything to him, that you’re his everything.
And now, you know it all. You know how he adores you, how he treasures you. So, you return it with your own message, one that speaks of your budding forgiveness and longing.
All of Iwaizumi’s attention is on the feeling of your soft lips on his, making him drop the mistletoe. When it hits you, you flinch at the sudden sensation.
“Sorry.” The dark-haired boy mumbles into the kiss.
“It’s okay.” You reassure him and your small laugh gets lost in between your lips.
“I love you. I love you so much.” He repeats over and over until you can feel the vibration of his vocal cords all over your body.
“I love you too.”
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a/n: hiii, sorry for like ghosting yall… i had so much shit going on (switching majors, health, etc) but since it’s summer imma try posting more consistently and i have a lot fics in the planning stages so look out for those 😋,, hopefully u enjoyed the very overdue 1st installment of the luvrs club
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iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((
iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(
iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(
“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”
he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.
he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.
iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum.
“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”
your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips.
“can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.
he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.
his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.
he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.
but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.
“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”
“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”
iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.
“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”
iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.
“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.
“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.
“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”
“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.
iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.
“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”
you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -
oh, fuck
iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!
the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!
“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”
iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.
you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((
“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”
“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”
“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.
“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”
iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.
“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”
you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.
“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”
“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”
“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”
iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.
“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”
“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”
and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him
iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”
iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.
“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”
(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)
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Boys who can’t sleep without your head laying his chest so every time he went abroad, he has to bring a weighted blanket to sleep easier but it still wasn’t the same :(
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cockwarming iwaizumi on a business call,,, yea.
he’d be so annoying about it, too. yes, it was your idea, but you didn’t expect for him to treat you like you weren’t important :((
and you want to get pounded, absolutely ruined, but the only thing he was giving you were occasional taps to your clit paired with his slight movement inside you every once in a while.
most annoying man ever btw. it didn’t help that he kept muting the phone to reprimand you either.
“stay still. you wanted this, baby. now take it.”
mean ass.
“‘zumi… don’t be so mean t’me.”
iwa wanted nothing more than to fuck you deep, but he had business to finish first. ‘cause he’s always tryna be a working member of society n shit
eventually you just got impatient and rose up on his cock just to slam back down. he barely covered his guttural whine before the man on the other end noticed.
iwaizumi ended up gripping your waist tightly with one of his sizeable hands to keep you in place, while continuing to writing notes with the other.
he smirked into the crook of your neck, cause now you really had no where to move.
iwa just likes to be a lil sadist from time 2 time.
oh, and as soon as he gets off that phone?? he still doesn’t let you move, much to your dismay.
but now he’s free to degrade you and tell you how bad you were :((
“thought you were g’nna be a good girl f’me. you’re making me sad..”
in the end, iwa lets you cum, yea. but not on his dick. he adds some quick strokes to your clit, but only to shut you up.
after all, he still had business to finish.
he knows exactly how unsatisfying it is, but he thinks you deserve it. all you had to do was sit still >:(
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╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses
ft post-time skip haikyuu men
synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.
cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.
includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata
notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)
tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf
sugawara k. ♡
— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.
— but he wasn’t.
— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.
— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.
— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.
“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”
you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.
your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.
“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”
“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”
sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”
your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.
pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.
it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.
sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.
“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”
sawamura d. ♡
— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.
— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.
— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.
— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.
— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.
— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.
— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.
“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.
all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.
he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.
neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.
“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.
you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.
“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”
seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?
he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.
semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.
against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.
there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.
“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”
iwaizumi h. ♡
— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!
— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.
— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.
— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.
— that is the issue.
— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.
— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.
“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.
his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.
“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.
“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.
he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.
“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”
iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.
it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.
your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.
when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.
“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”
hinata s. ♡
— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.
— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?
— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?
— top him and top him now.
— the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.
— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.
— he wants it, he wants it bad.
“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.
hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.
“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.
he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”
hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.
the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”
you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.
“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.
“you better make a mess on it princess.”
i can explain … 🧍🏽♀️but I will not
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what i write/future masterlist
harry potter (marauders era)
harry potter (golden trio era)
haikyuu
voltron legendary defenders (dead but imma bring it back y'all)
she ra (2018)
sherlock bbc
marvel (any)
atsv
oc x oc
ill add more as they come to me
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Part. 7
pairing: iwaizumi x black!fem reader
synopsis: on pointe! (updated weekly) previous parts in masterlist
word count: 3.1k
type: fanfiction
a/n: once again my drafts don't save :(
"Where are your friends?" Carter didn't mean to come off as rude. His friends convinced him to go eat lunch with his new girlfriend. Currently they were outside sharing garlic bread and bbq pineapple chicken kabobs. "Serenity is off doing god knows what. Frankie eats with the seniors. And the others are practicing off campus. What about you?" "They're sitting at the same table I always do inside. Can I come with to the competition?" "You'll be very disappointed in me if you came. I'm like the underdog. Plus, I don't know if Mrs. Aveline would let you." "Sure she will. You've never asked for anything before have you?" Elissa shook her head. "Then it should be all good. Now let me see your dance before lunch is over."
Elissa's grey skirt fluttered in the wind. Carter had to admit the uniform colors were cute. A pink sweater was over her white button down shirt and she wore grey legwarmers with white sneakers. Carter felt a bit plain wearing just the basic grey jacket and pants with a white button down. She threw her trash away and smiled at him. "You coming?" He nodded and threw his away as well. She led him to a clearing where no one was there to watch.
She set her backpack down and took off her shoes. Her pointe shoes were already ready and waiting in her backpack. "I wish I hadn't picked ballet. Lia's totally going to outperform me." Elissa began stretching. "Celia? Why would she?" "Have you seen her dance? I mean she sucks at everything else, but ballet she's fucking amazing." "Never even spoken to the girl." "The girls were talking in the dressing room about how they were jealous of her because she was dating Oikawa. If they knew Oikawa personally I would not want to date him," she emphasized the not.
Carter had always considered Elissa and her friends popular. Especially Oikawa. "What's wrong with em? He seemed fine last night." "He's just a little weird. And he has a really long skin care routine. He's a bit whiny. Don't get me wrong he has a lot of good qualities." Carter chuckled to himself. "Wonder why Oikawa gets all the ladies. If I was a girl I would choose Iwaizumi." "Omg Carter are you coming out as bisexual? Iwaizumi has fans too just not as much as Oikawa. I heard Y/n has her sights on him though." "Elissa I've been bisexual. This isn't anything new. Iwaizumi and Y/n would be cute." "I know right? I'm glad no one took you before I did."
Did Elissa think Carter had girls at his feet? Did dudes have crushes on him? "Do people really like me like that?" She looked at him as if he had just asked the dumbest question ever. "They say your fighting with Iwaizumi for the second hottest in the school." "I'm not even popular like that." Y/n stood up and handed Carter her phone. "Play the music when your ready." He waited for her to get in position and pressed play. Carter thought she looked regal and elegant while dancing. He imagined them dancing ballet together on Broadway.
When she finished he imagined the crowd clapping and demanding an encore. "How was it?" She sat next to him. "It was great. Just minor things like straightening your leg and stuff." She smoothed out her skirt. "I think I'm just too nervous about it all." "There's a reason Mrs. Aveline chose you for the team. You know she only likes perfection." Elissa gazed into his eyes. Carter felt his heart rate go up drastically. Elissa crashed her lips onto his and swirled her tongue around his. He cupped her cheeks and kissed just as passionately back.
This continued until they heard footsteps approaching. They both quickly turned around and saw a small rabbit picking at the grass. Carter sighed with relief and Elissa giggled. She snuggled into Carter's embrace until the bell rang. "Why can we hear the bell all the way out here," Elissa complained. "I'll carry your backpack for you," Carter picked it up before she could object. "Your lucky we have the same class next." She put her regular shoes back on and put the pointe ones in her backpack. The two headed off to their next class of the day.
The final bell rang and Elissa was dragging her feet along to Mrs. Aveline's office. She was even more reluctant when she saw Mrs. Aveline in her office. She knocked softly a couple times. "Come in." This was her first time in the office and it was exactly as Oikawa had described. She took a seat and Mrs. Aveline was steady typing on her computer. She glanced up. "Elissa, how may I help?" This was the nicest Mrs. Aveline had ever been towards her.
"I was wondering if Carter could come with us to the competition this week?" "Carter?" "Carter Haynes." Mrs. Aveline mumbled under her breath. "Why does he want to come along?" "He wants to see my solo." "Young love is difficult to understand. I'll allow it. It better not distract you." "Thank you Mrs. Aveline. I'll never ask for anything again."' She left the office and was surprised to see Carter waiting in the hallway. "So what'd she say?" "She said yes. Better go to sleep because I'm getting you at 1." "In the morning?" Carter's eyes bugged out of his head.
She nodded. "I'm going to get some sleep," she started back down stairs. "I'll walk you," he quickly caught up. "It's not that far you know?" "I know. I just like spending time with you."
Oikawa waved at Elissa as she walked by. He turned back towards Lia. "I'm trying to take you out on a date. What's so bad about that?" "The day before a competition. I can't screw up like last time." "You will screw up if you don't give yourself a break. Now come to the aquarium with me." She didn't respond for a few seconds. "Let me change first." Oikawa sighed in relief and agreed to meet up in ten minutes. Iwaizumi was in their shared dorm on the phone with Y/n.
He tried pestering him about their relationship, but it didn't work. He changed out of the uniform and went downstairs to find Lia outside the male dormitory. Her thick brown curls were held back by a claw clip. She wore a pink halter and low-rise brown jeans. Her white forces matched her felt tote bag. She sat on the front porch. She hopped up when she saw Oikawa.
She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. He took her hand and guided her all the way to the train station. Since their school was relatively close to downtown it was unnecessary to take the train, but Oikawa thought it would be much quicker. The aquarium was one Y/n had showed him when they first became friends. It was on the smaller side and if you didn't know about it you would never find it. A Korean family owned it and also had a restaurant across the street.
Today it was filled with small children and Lia was confused as to why they were in such an unknown part of Sydney. "Kawa where are we?" "The Mangjol family aquarium of course. Their daughter is the only family member working though. The other employees are probably our age." Lia nodded. Oikawa must be rambling again.
They first looked at all the tropical fish. Lia pressed her face up against the glass. "Kawa look at how colorful they are." He smiled. "Let's go see the penguins." She followed after him. The attendant there let them sit in the penguin inclosure. First they had to put on a similar suit and then the employees told them not to touch or feed the penguins. Oikawa complained about not being able to pet them, but other than that Lia enjoyed the penguins.
"Let's go eat across the street. I can totally get us a discount." Oikawa and Lia took off the suits and thanked the employees. Lia skipped along across the street with Oikawa following behind. It was a brick building with Korean letters on a black sign above the door. Under it in English read "Korean Bbq House." Lia opened the door and an older woman, introducing herself as Chi-Yong Manjol, led them to a booth close to the kitchen. She had smile lines and wrinkles under her eyes.
Her hair was tied back and she wore an apron over her dress. She pulled out a pen and notebook from the apron. "I'll be your server for today. Another server will be over to cook your meal." "Can I just get rib eye steak with water?" She quickly jotted it down. "And for your side?" "Just some rice." "I'll have the spicy pork and squid with bean paste stew, whatever veggies you have, and a water." When the server walked away Lia kicked him under the table.
"Why'd you order so much?" "I come here all the time and order the same thing. No big deal." A younger boy with bubblegum pink hair on the left and jet black on the right came up with their order. He set everything down and got to work. Lia was amazed how he could cook the food for multiple tables at once. Once the meat was done Oikawa said they could finally eat. Lia munched and watched as he wrapped the pork inside the lettuce.
She did the same with her steak and began trying it with other vegetables. "You should really try this squid," he held it up to her mouth. "I don't know I mean doesn't it have suction cups and stuff?" "It tastes really good," he pushed the squid up to her lips. She reluctantly took a bite and chewed slowly. "It's okay. I don't like the texture." "That's fine. Just glad you had fun."
Oikawa paid for the meal and they walked back to the school hand in hand. "I'm still worried you know." "I know." "You made me forget for a little while." "That's the plan. Now go get some sleep." He kissed her hand and headed for the male dormitory. Iwaizumi was already fast asleep when he arrived. He slipped off his shirt and shoes and went to sleep.
It was the first time Iwaizumi woke up Oikawa for a competition. Oikawa sat up in bed as he watched Iwaizumi put on a t-shirt and sweats. "You should get to packing," Iwaizumi commented before going into the bathroom. Oikawa forced himself to get up and took his costume inside the garment bag from the hook on the door and folded it carefully in his backpack.
Oikawa barged in and joined his friend in brushing his teeth. "I really wish you wouldn't do that." Iwaizumi spit into the bowl. "It's fine. We're saving time this way. Now I need to do my hair." Iwaizumi and Oikawa continued to share the mirror. Oikawa brushed his hair while Iwaizumi spiked his up. The clock read 12:45 when they left.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi were sure they would be the first to get there. Elissa and Carter had completely beat them. "Hey Lissa. I didn't know Carter was coming," Oikawa sat next to her. "Told you to stop calling me that. I'm surprised the queen let him. Carter and I made breakfast for everyone. We tried something completely new." Elissa reached in her bag and brought out three plastic containers.
"Are these tacos for breakfast?" Oikawa seemed amazed. "Pancake tacos. Filled with cream cheese, strawberries, blueberries, and powedered sugar. My mom used to make em all the time," Carter proudly announced. Oikawa and Iwaizumi took one. "These are sooo good. Carter how come you haven't made them sooner?" Iwaizumi nodded in agreement with Oikawa. It was too early, in his opinion, to talk.
Y/n arrived next and happily took one. Frankie took one next and him and Y/n were doing handsprings on the sidewalk. Mrs. Aveline was last bringing Serenity, Kourtney, and Lia with her. "Mr. Haynes if you become the reason Elissa doesn't do well you won't have a chance at performing." Carter nodded and that seemed to satisfy her. Serenity had her dirty blonde hair in a messy bun and wore a simple white tank and shorts. She had her arm around Kourtney while playing with her ear length jet black hair. They seemed to be matching with white tanks, but Kourtney wore sweats. They sat at the back of the bus and Iwaizumi thought what could Serenity possibly be up to.
Frankie's blonde roots were starting to show through his mint green hair. He wore his usual black hoodie and jeans with Doc Martins. He sat in front of them. He'd been protective of Kourtney ever since she was a freshmen. Y/n sat next to Iwaizumi and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. Elissa and Carter seemed to be the most energetic and kept yapping about new recipes to try. Lia was by the window fast asleep while Oikawa talked with them.
It was a long eight hours and Y/n woke up to Iwaizumi tapping her shoulder. She grabbed her bag and headed off of the bus with the rest of the team. Since everyone was in the solo category they were all rushing at once to get ready. Mrs. Aveline was nowhere to be found and Y/n was beyond frustrated because of it. She sat in front of her mirror and tried to focus on her makeup.
The threat of probation and possible suspension was looming over everyone's heads. Y/n didn't even hear Lia when she asked if she wanted to get some fresh air with her. "Huh?" "I asked if you wanted to take a quick breather." Y/n nodded slowly and followed the girl down the stairs and to the parking lot. As soon as they were away from everyone Lia broke down in tears.
She sat on the concrete as warm tears rolled down her face. Y/n quickly tried to dry them up so her makeup wouldn't be ruined. "Everybody there hates me," Lia said in between hiccups. "No they don't. They just see you as competition." "Aren't we teammates?" "Not this week." "Y/n Oikawa's gonna break up with me. I haven't made a single friend yet," she broke back down into tears.
"You're just going to have to prove everyone wrong then, huh?" Y/n gave her an optimistic smile. Lia sniffled and slowly stood up. They walked back to the dressing room and Lia reapplied her makeup. Y/n didn't know why she just comforted her competition. She had no time to dwell on this as their division was starting and she needed to run through her routine.
She saw Elissa and Carter in the halls practicing. Elissa was really talented, but Y/n knew she didn't stand a chance against Lia. The first one to dance was Oikawa. Everyone was too busy doing their routine backstage to watch his performance. Serenity was next and from the look of her face Y/n could tell something has gone terribly wrong. Frankie was next and it being his last year he clearly wanted to go out with a bang.
Kourtney was up, then Elissa, then Lia then Iwaizumi. He reassured her they were saving the best for last. She began her solo and felt as if she were flying. The motions were so fluid she felt like the stage was a huge pond and every step she took was on a water lily. The routine ended and the team went backstage to change and get lunch. Carter was from Melbourne so he showed them a restaurant called Chin Chin.
Despite it being lunch time, everyone ordered desserts. Frankie used his older brother's id to order a cocktail instead. "The queen is going to be so upset we aren't eating with her," Kourtney was stuck in Serenity's embrace. "Who cares? She should've been there to help us prepare," Serenity exclaimed loudly. They all paid for their own meals and left the restaurant.
To pass the time, they played tag in the halls and did cartwheels on the sidewalk outside. Mrs. Aveline got out of a taxi and caught them on the sidewalk. She gave them a stern look and went inside. "Are we supposed to follow her or?" Y/n peeked into the door. "She should've said so then," Oikawa was firm about it. They walked across the street and bought an ungodly amount of lemonade whenever it got too hot.
Lia said they must've paid the rent for the store for the next few months. They went inside when the sun began to set. Mrs. Aveline was on the phone when they got to the dressing room. She waved them away whenever they tried speaking to her. They eventually gave up and just headed for backstage.
The announcer named all the teams competing for their age division and then allowed the dancers on stage. Serenity was eighth and she grumbled that it was because she slipped on one of her stunts. Kourtney was seventh and Y/n had forgotten what kind of dance she'd done. Elissa was sixth and Y/n was fifth. She stood proudly next to Elissa holding her medal. "Bet you Lia gets first," Elissa whispered to her.
Iwaizumi was fourth, Lia surprisingly third, Oikawa second, and Frankie first. He beamed even though this had to be the 100th time he'd won first place. Mrs. Aveline was as quiet as a mouse as they packed up. "Who lost?" she asked. "I didn't lose. I fell," Serenity muttered. Mrs. Aveline simply nodded. "And who was right before you?" "Kourtney," she mumbled. "Both of you are on probation until you prove you can be a part of this team. I don't want to hear any complaining. Let's go home." Y/n wasn't surprised she didn't ask about who won.
She never wanted to give credit when it was due. She sat next to Elissa on the ride back and listened to her talk about how she hated how good Lia was at ballet. Y/n felt everyone probably hated Lia. They got back the same time they left yesterday. Serenity seemed angrier than usual about being on probation. Y/n guessed this had to be her fifth time on probation.
She sluggishly dragged her feet through the gate and to the right in the direction of the dormitories. She assumed Iwaizumi whispered good night, but her sugar rush had slowed down hours before. Lia was in their bathroom putting her hair in a bun and all Y/n could manage was putting on her bonnet and crashing on her bed.
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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
ೀ kuroo x fem!reader ft. iwaizumi
—cw: exhibitionism, blowjob, webcam sex, male masturbating, pet names (kitten), cum swallowing, deepthroat.
—a/n: this was supposed to be a small blurb but oh well. Also this was supposed to be just kuroo but being the hajime whore i am i had to include him.
Tetsu made sure to give you all his time and attention. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, arms to hold you into and of course a dick to fuck you stupid when you were horny.
But today he had a meeting with Iwaizumi to discuss the financial aspects while funding and sponsoring the volleyball tournament the recently partner for. He wasn't close to Iwaizumi, more to the former captain of Seijoh, but Hajime and Tetsuro clicked during their first proper meeting. They even went out for a few beers and shared laughs. He told him about you so since then Iwaizumi would always ask how you are. You met him once during a party Kuroo organized and the man looked big. Bigger than Kuroo but you love your rooster head too much so you don't care about any other man.
You walked into the bedroom to find kuroo in his sweats. He had tight wine red tshirt on with black sweats and you peeked to find iwaizumi wearing a black compression shirt. It was obvious he was an athletic trainer the way his body flexes at ecah move. But your eyes were fixated on your man. Or rather his grey sweats. Shit. The fabric was loose but the way he sat, you could see his dickprint. Shit. shit. shit. You didn't know what plagued over you—maybe lust, maybe desperation, but you carefully drop to your knees and crawl to him. He doesn't notice you, his eyes fixated on the calculations he was writing on the desk, that until your freshly manicured nails trace his dickprint and his eyes shoot to you.
"wh—"
"Shhh." you gesture putting your pointer on your lips. "don't want him to find out baby," you grinned. Kuroo pushed his chair a little forward dragging the wheels from his weight. If he wanted to, he would've excused himself, turning off the camera and tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want later. But the man has always fancied adventures.
When you start stroking his boner, he lets out a heavy sigh, audible enough to catch the attention of the man on the other side of the screen.
"Is everything alright?" Hajime's processed computer voice pulls Kuroo's attention back to the meeting.
"Y-yeah yeah. Dude, I just had a pretty tiring day," he replies.
"It's 12 pm, man."
"Ah, right. I meant morning—fuck." He wasn't someone to lose his composure so easily but the last fuck was something he needed to moan because now your mouth was wetting his dick, taking him inside.
"We could've just resched—uhm...Kuroo," Hajime's tone shifted. Drenched in curiosity, drenched in something dark. "I can see her head."
You stopped. You literally stopped while he was still inside your mouth. You expected Kuroo to make up an excuse. He always handles these thing easily, right? Only now this man decided to drag the chair a little backwards so the man on this laptop screen had a clear view, a clearer angle to see what was happening. You peer up at him with a dumbfound expression.
"Don't look at me like that, kitten. You're the one who wanted to play games while I am working." His fingers wallowed in your hair, pulling you further close to his inner thighs. "Don't you dare run now." And you didn't. You obeyed him like a pet wanting to impress his master.
"Aw shucks. Would you mind turning sideways, Kuroo? So I can see her take that dick in clearly."
"I wouldn't mind," he shifted you to the side, turning his chair. "Enjoy the Show."
You started bobbing your head up and down. Even though his hands were in your hair, he didn't force you down his cock. Atleast, not yet. Your tongue tasted a hint of sourness, probably his precum. As you moved, your eyes prompted to the corner to find Iwaizumi's cock full on display as he stroked it with his big hands. Your cheeks burnt up immediately. Tetsuro caught the change in your expression and his pupils were fixated on you. He didn't know you enjoyed this so much.
"Iwa-chan."
"Don't call me—ugh that," he spoke in between moans.
"Aw c'mon. Why not? Shit, baby no teeth. You've seen my cock so I guess we're pretty close now."
"I am more focused on her. Ngh—look at her. Now I know why you call ker a kitten. fucking hell. lapping her tongue and all'at" Iwaizumi's balls were tightening. He was getting closer and closer. You knew because his gruntsbstarted getting heavier and louder. You were a few meters away from the laptop but it felt like he was right their, groaning in your ears.
"ah! fuck. yeah. Keep going, kitten. I am close. He is too—gorgeous fucking girl. yeah. fuck fuck. shit. ah! ah!" Now was the time when his hands started pushing you further down his cock till your nose bumped in his crotch. "fuck yeah. yeah. yeah 'm close. ah ah ngh—" tetsu's hand held your held in one place, forcing his dick until all his seed spilled down your throat. he knows you alwayd swallow it like a good girl. and you did. Noticing you gulping down his cum, gave Iwa the sweet release he was chasing.
"NGHH! Holy fuck," hajime cursed. You looked at the screen to find thick white ropes spilled all over his knuckles. Some even managed to shoot up to his black compression.
"Hmm," Kuroo chuckled. "Wanna say something to him pretty? Go ahead." You bit your bottom lip, still gazing at his softened cock. It looked big even when it was soft.
"Wish I could taste your cum too, Hajime." And his dick sprung up again. He didn't expect you to call him by his first name let alone say nasty things like that. That innocent image of you in his head was gone.
"Haha. See? Isn't she so cute?" Kuroo petted your head. "Aw look. Our meeting time is almost up." Hajime looked a little disappointed but Tetsu knew better. "How about we reschedule...in person?" And the smile at the end of a sentence confirmed that he was not going to discuss anything even remotely related to volleyball in the next meeting.
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You’re Electrifying
Kinktober day 28 Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader
Word Count:729
Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Electrical play
Synopsis:After begging your boyfriend to use the new toy you brought he finally uses it after you beg
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For two weeks you've been trying to get Iwaizumi to try a new e-stim-as for that is what the store called- sex toy with you. Yes it is electric and can hurt but why not try it.
“Hajime, why are you so scared of it,” it being the toy you brought, “Cause’ I don’t want to hurt you,” Iwaizumi never looks away from the TV screen as he speaks, “It’s not gonna hurt I promise.” You move next to him on the couch leaning your head on his shoulder, bringing your lips to the side of his neck leaving small kisses on it.
“You promise it won’t hurt Y/N,” he pulls away from your kisses, turning his to you. Iwaizumi gives you a quick peck on your lips before shaking his head “yes we can try.” He gets up from the couch dragging you along with him as he walks towards your shared bedroom, Iwaizumi pushes you on the bed, his eyes looking at you with lust and hesitation, “Where’s the thing Y/N?”
Pointing towards your underwear drawer in the corner of the room, he walks towards the dresser opening the drawer, Iwaizumi comes face to face with a long red and black wand slightly covered by your panties. He walks up to you with your clothes already on the floor.
You lean back against your headboard waiting for your boyfriend to hurry up, “Hurry up Haji’.” Iwaizumi shakes his head a small laugh coming out of his mouth as he throws the toy on the bed, ridding his clothes to the floor.
“How I do I use it baby,” he picks the wand back up moving in his hands trying to find the on button. “Right there Haji’ press that button,” pointing to the on the side of the toy.
Iwaizumi moves his naked body above yours putting your thighs on his hips he grabs the electrical wand once more and taps it on your thigh twice before pushing the button. “Come on Hajime, do it. I’m ready,”Iwaizumi watches you as scoot closer to him your wet cunt brushing against his hard cock.
“Ok sweetheart,” Iwaizumi rubs himself against your cunt causing a small gasp to slip past your lips, he takes the toy finding the button and holding it as he puts the tip of the wand to your chest, a small shock comes through your body as your spinet hair boyfriend taps the toy on your twice before letting the button go.
“Did it feel ok,” he rubs his thumb over the spot the toy touched, “Yea feels so good Haji’.” Whining at his touch you buck your hips up against his hard cock, “Put it in Hajime.”
Looking at Iwaizumi your eyes full with lust, “God your needy,” a low husky chuckle comes from Iwaizumi as he grips the base of his cock rubbing his tip up and down your slick slit, he pushes his cock into your hole breathy moans leaving both your mouths.
He gives you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size before you give him the go ahead to move, Iwaizumi slowly fucks his cock into your hole. Your soft walls pulsing around him as his cock brushes against your g-spot moans leaking from both your lips.
Iwaizumi brings the toy back to your body holding the button again, bringing it down to body once again. Shocks run against your body as Iwaizumi taps the toy around your chest and stomach. His hips continue to fuck up into your hole your eyes rolling behind your head as moans and whimpers leave both yours and Iwaizumi’s mouth.
“Oh god feels so good baby,” tears water your eyes from the feeling of the shock from the toy and his cock hitting all the right places, “Shit, keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna come Y/N.”
Wrapping your legs around his hips you bring him closer causing the toy to shock your nipple then fall out of his hand, “Oh fuck.” Groaning from the sensation on your nipple you cum around his cock squeezing him tight as Iwaizumi fucks you through your orgasm.
“Y/N I’m gonna come oh fuck,” the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, Iwaizumi soon fills your cunt with his warm cum still fucking your pussy sending you both into overstimulation.
“One more time.”
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rainy day
ft.: timeskip iwaizumi x reader
word count: ~1.1k words
You’re running late and, as you speed-walk down the paved sidewalk, you mentally prepare yourself to deal with Oikawa’s smug face because you know he will, inevitably, make a snarky remark about your tardy arrival.
Whenever you hang out with the former players of Seijoh’s volleyball team, you have a habit of being late. It wasn’t on purpose, though. And today, you were certain that you were going to be punctual. However, like always, before you stepped out the door, you ended up looking at yourself in the mirror and decided to tweak your appearance.
This time it was your outfit you resolved to change. You felt that your original outfit was too formal for the restaurant.
Honestly, you blamed Iwaizumi Hajime for your indecisiveness: you have had a crush on the man for, like, forever, but he somehow managed to fill your stomach with a million butterflies every single time you saw him. Whenever he was around, you wanted to make sure you looked especially nice and put together in hopes that it would disguise the fact that he turns you into a flustered mess.
Oikawa, Matsukawa and Hanamaki had all caught on to your habit of putting extra effort into your appearance when it came to Iwaizumi. Mercifully, they decided not to tease you about this. Well, they didn't do so in front of Iwaizumi. When he wasn’t present, they would tease you relentlessly about your crush.
Unfortunately, fretting over your outfit has come at cost.
You are a few streets away from the restaurant when a water droplet falls upon your head, and dread suddenly creeps up on you as you realize that you left your umbrella at home. Then, within a matter of seconds, the skies open up and a torrential downpour commences. Instantly, you race towards a small corner shop with a tiny awning that offers you some shelter from the cascade of water.
“Crap,” you mutter before inspecting your clothes. You managed to evade most of the rainfall, so you luckily avoided becoming thoroughly soaked. You cast your gaze up to the sky and, through the curtain of falling raindrops, you see that the previously overcast sky is now completely covered by ominous dark grey clouds.
You absolutely weren’t going to make it to the restaurant on time.
After a couple of minutes of impatient waiting, the pouring rain subsides a bit, but even if you sprinted to the restaurant, you would still end up drenched. Sighing, you take out your phone and look at the weather report, which had stated earlier that the rain wasn’t supposed to last too long. Maybe you could wait out the rain or you could send a message to your group chat and ask if-
“Y/N?”
At the sound of a familiar voice uttering out your name, your eyes shoot upwards, and you are met with the sight of a casually dressed Iwaizumi watching you curiously, with his head tilted to one side. He’s standing about two meters from you, holding a large black umbrella that is protecting him from the rain.
“Iwa! Hey…” you greet, but your sentence fizzles out as you gradually grow bashful under his stare. You must look pretty idiotic, stranded beneath a random awning.
“Let me guess…” Iwaizumi says, trying to suppress a smile “...you forgot your umbrella?”
Yeah, you are definitely a little embarrassed right now.
“Maybe,” you meekly admit as you awkwardly cross your arms over your chest and gaze down at your shoes as if they are currently the most interesting object on the planet.
Your response causes your dark-haired friend to chuckle and it’s a sound that you’ll never get bored of. It’s deep yet jovial and light-hearted. It’s the type of laugh that promises that he is laughing with you and not at you.
“Come on, you can share my umbrella,” Iwaizumi insists and as you slowly move your eyes back towards him, you notice that he’s looking at you with a friendly grin that makes your heart flutter.
Part of you freezes up at the thought of being in such close proximity while sharing an umbrella with him. But it’s not like you can reject his offer. You can’t say, “No, that’s fine! You go on without me and just leave me behind!”
So, instead, you reply with: “Thank you, Iwa.”
You rush over to his side and attempt to avoid eye-contact as the two of you start strolling towards the restaurant while the rain pitter-patters on top of the umbrella.
There is no silence between you, as Iwaizumi doesn’t hesitate to inquire how your week has been and, soon, you both fall into conversation. That’s the thing about Iwaizumi: despite being nervous around him because of your crush, he’s always been able to dispel your nerves quickly and unknowingly. He’s so easy to talk to that you forget that you’re walking shoulder-to-shoulder with the handsome, well-toned man.
He tells you about how Miya Atsumu was practically flailing on the ground the other day when he thought he broke his ankle when, in actuality, it was a minor sprain. You vent to him about how you and your annoying coworker are up for the same promotion, and he assures you that you’re going to be the one to get it.
Once the restaurant is in sight, you become aware that your alone time with Iwaizumi is now coming to a close. And with this realization, you become abruptly conscious of how your hand barely grazes his, which results in a shiver down your spine. Or maybe the shiver was because your slightly damp clothes are causing you to feel chilly.
Either way, walking close beside him feels so right. As if being by his side is exactly where you’re meant to be.
You don’t want this stroll together in the rain to be over, but alas, all good things must come to an end. The moment you step into the restaurant, you spot Mattsun and Makki waving you over from a table located near the front door.
What you don’t know, as you head towards the table, is that, about three blocks from the restaurant, Oikawa, who was surprisingly running late as well, spotted you across the street. He thought of calling out to you and Iwa, but settled upon taking a picture of you two sharing an umbrella.
And the setter sends the picture to the both of you, respectively, later that night and he texts each of you “Don’t you look like an adorable couple?”, with the hopes that it would encourage one of you to finally confess your feelings to the other.
#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi x y/n#iwaizumi hajime x reader#iwaizumi hajime x y/n#iwaizumi hajime#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#iwaizumi fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu!!
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Captain's Quarrels
Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)
I've been sitting on the idea of Oikawa falling for the so-called 'heartbreaker' of the school, the guy to avoid at all costs unless you wanted to end up hurt, at least according to everyone he knew.
These guys, ~~, usually mean a switch in view or time passing, it's more obvious as it goes.
Word count: 3,802
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It was lunch at Aoba Johsai, and y/n had decided to sit with his team instead of by himself like he usually did. What he immediately noticed was that the cafeteria was far too loud, and the people where obnoxious; it reminded him of why he always sat outside by the field.
But, he was trying to be more social in an attempt to maybe sully some of the rumors going around about him. He was a naturally flirty person, and not one to change his whole personality to fit what others wanted him to be. So, he found himself being spoken about around the school as something like a playboy.
Truthfully, he hadn't had many partners during his life so far. He was a third-year in school and he'd had a few short-term relationships but nothing more than that. He always felt like people came to him just because of the way he looked, not because of anything else, so he would playfully flirt with them but not have it go anywhere.
He looked around the cafeteria as he ate, noticing the different groups of people gathered, some stealing glances his way, others doing their best to avoid him. One group was making quite a bit more noise than the others, though y/n couldn't figure out who they were just by looking at them.
Lightly elbowing one of his team mates he asked, "Who're they?" His teammate looked a bit surprised to have received the question.
"You seriously don't know? That's the volleyball team, don't you pay attention to anything else here besides our club?" Y/n shrugged off the slight insult. He watched them for another moment, one of them catching his gaze. Y/n panicked a bit, he hadn't meant to make eye contact with any of them, so he just played it like he always did.
He cracked a smile at him, even going so far as to offer him a wink before turning back to his team to finish eating his food. He didn't think about it again, he did the same routine to girls all the time to get them off his back for a few minutes. His teammates that had noticed chided him, but he ignored it.
As lunch concluded, y/n got up to head back to class but he was blocked before he could get very far. It wasn't the guy he had winked at, but rather someone who looked much tougher. He had spiky near-black hair, and green eyes that pierced his own.
"I know who you are." The stranger said. "And I don't need you messing with my captain's head, winking at him and shit." Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, curious to what the other's reaction had been when he'd winked at him.
"Hey, I've got no intention of messing up your captain. He just caught my eye and I thought I'd give him a gift since he's so pretty." The corner of y/n's mouth lifting into a smirk. The stranger frowned.
"You just play with people's feelings, and Oikawa doesn't need or deserve that. Leave him alone." The stranger didn't give y/n a chance to reply as he took off towards where this 'Oikawa' guy was waiting for him by the doors.
Oikawa's eyes met y/n's again, but only briefly before the stranger dragged him through the doors and away from y/n.
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Oikawa didn't understand what was going on. The hottest guy he'd ever laid his eyes on had been looking at him during lunch, and Iwa wasn't even letting him talk to the guy! Instead, Iwa had gone to talk to him, though it didn't seem like a very friendly conversation.
"Why are you being so...protective?" Oikawa asked his friend, who had dragged him out of the cafeteria only moments earlier.
"Because," Iwaizumi replied, "He only plays with feelings, and you were his next victim. I was making sure he wouldn't go after you." Oikawa stopped in his tracks, shock plastered on his face.
"You mean to tell me, that you stopped the hottest person in our school from talking to me?? What is wrong with you!" He was actually a bit angry, Iwa had known about his thoughts about the captain of the soccer team for quite a while.
He had never talked to the other captain, but he saw him often both during school and in passing after or before practices. He was easily one of the most attractive people in their school, but that wasn't the only thing that held his captivation. Whenever he saw the captain during practices, he looked happy, happier than whenever he was talking to the girls that swarmed him or to the other boys he flirted with. He could also see the pride the captain felt whenever he played, the seriousness with which he directed the team.
Iwaizumi took his time coming up with a response. "You don't deserve to get played with, Oikawa. I know you like him, and you think things will be different since its you, but I know you'll end up hurt if you go after him." He offered no more explanation, and Oikawa thought about what he'd said.
Sure, he had heard the rumors about the soccer captain and the games he played with his admirers, but Oikawa was determined that things would be different with him. Not just because he was way better than everyone else that tried to pursue him, but also because he understood how it felt to have people obsess over him because of his looks. He thought that because they were similar in that sense, that maybe he'd be able to get to know the real captain.
Their classes came and went, the school day coming to an end. Oikawa's teammates had been quick to leave class and head off to practice, usually Oikawa being the same way, but today he decided to take his time. Unfortunately, y/n wasn't in his class. But, he was in the class next door, which meant if Oikawa timed things right, they'd walk out to where the gyms and soccer field were at the same time. If everything went to plan, Oikawa would have a chance to talk to the captain and maybe get to know him.
As he left his classroom, Oikawa looked around the hallways, greeting his friends as they passed him, though not seeing the one he had hoped too. He was about to start heading down the stairs towards the main doors, when a voice greeted him from his left.
"You look lost. You need some help finding the gym?" Oikawa swiveled his head towards the velvety voice and found y/n smirking at him. Oikawa's stomach fluttered a bit, being so close and finally hearing the voice of the person he'd watched for so long. "You just gonna stare at me or are we going to have a conversation?" He asked, snapping Oikawa back into reality.
"Ah, sorry. I guess I just got...distracted. You're headed outside right?" Y/n nodded, and they started down the stairs together. "So," Oikawa started, "You're the captain of the soccer team, yeah?"
Y/n smiled, his eyes only set ahead of him. "Yeah, same for you right, in volleyball?" Oikawa nodded. There was a moment of silence as they walked before y/n spoke again. "Why'd you wait for me? I always see you walking with that bold guy." Oikawa took notice of his word choice, he always saw him with Iwa? Oikawa thought today was the first time he'd noticed him.
He did his best to reply smoothly, though it was hard for him to keep his composure explaining why he wanted to walk with the other. "I just thought that we should get to know each other, since we're captains." He added quickly. Y/n eyed him carefully, the usual playful flirt missing from his gaze if only for a second.
"Your bold friend wouldn't like that. He chewed me out earlier for just looking at you, are you guys dating or something?" Oikawa nearly choked on his own saliva; date Iwa? He couldn't picture it.
"No, no, Iwaizumi and I could only be good friends, we established that a while ago. He's just protective, I guess. He's heard some stuff about you..."
Y/n laughed, interrupting Oikawa's train of thought. "Of course he has, nearly everyone has. So let me ask you again, why did you wait for me?" Oikawa didn't know what to say. He didn't want to just outright tell him that he liked him, he thought it would come off shallow. But he wasn't sure what else to say. "I see." Y/n said during Oikawa's silence. "You like making your friends and fans jealous."
Oikawa laughed, "Well I mean yes of course I do-"
"And that's why you wanted to talk to me. The incredible volleyball captain was going to play with the attention of the school's heartbreaker, so his fans would have a show." Y/n stated, his tone holding slightly more malice than it had earlier.
As soon as he said it, Oikawa realized how he'd sounded in his response. "No, wait that's not what I meant. I just,"
"No, it's ok. I get it, to prove to your fans that you know how to play the game as well as I do, you go behind your friend's back and do the very thing he told you not to. I guess I'm the one who got played this time, I thought for a second you actually wanted to be friends." They had made it outside when y/n had made his statement, his expression more tired than anything else.
"Y/n, please that's not how I meant it!" Oikawa tried, but y/n had turned away from him and was heading towards the soccer field.
"I'll leave you alone, Oikawa. Just do me the courtesy of the same." He called back, afterwards breaking into a jog so Oikawa didn't have a chance to say anything else.
He cursed himself as he watched y/n jog away from him, he was careless. He should've known y/n would be curious as to why Oikawa bothered to wait for him, he should've said something instead of staying quiet like an idiot. Frustrated, he made his way to the volleyball gym where he knew his team would be waiting for him, upset at his tardiness.
"There you are, where the hell have you been? I didn't think you could walk so slowly!" Iwa scolded him, but Oikawa just rolled his eyes. He wasn't up for Iwa's shit right now, after all it was kind of his fault that things went so south earlier. If he hadn't talked to y/n during lunch, Oikawa might have had a better chance. "Oi what's wrong?" Iwa asked, but again Oikawa ignored him and went to the locker room to get changed.
Throughout the practice, Oikawa's sets were off and he couldn't rile up the team like he usually did. He couldn't help but feel that he had to make things right with y/n. When practice finally ended, Oikawa was the first one out of the building, and instead of heading towards the gates to the school, he went off towards the soccer field. Several of his teammates had called out to him, asking what he was doing or where he was going, but he didn't answer them.
As he approached the soccer field, he saw that they too were wrapping up practice, everyone putting their jackets on and moving their equipment into a nearby shed. Everyone, that was, except for y/n who was currently talking to their coach, still dressed in workout clothes. It had looked like the coach wasn't much a fan of whatever y/n was saying, but he eventually gave in and left the field with the rest of the team. Y/n remained with a few soccer balls and other equipment, continuing his practice.
Oikawa decided to wait until he was noticed, not wanting to interrupt y/n while he was so focused, but after fifteen minutes, he wasn't sure it was going to happen. Y/n had just been taking shots on goal, not breaking until he was satisfied with what he had done. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he approached the sideline to take a break, then noticing Oikawa's presence. He stopped before reaching the sideline, confusion playing on his features.
"Uh, hey." Oikawa sputtered out, slightly embarrassed.
"How long have you been standing there?" Y/n asked.
"Longer than I should've without saying something, that's for sure." He replied. "Would you hear me out for just a minute? I want to apologize for earlier."
Y/n didn't look enthusiastic, but there wasn't much he could do to get away from the situation. If he just up and left the field as it was right now he'd get chewed out by his coach for leaving equipment out, and he'd never be allowed to stay late again.
"I didn't wait for you after class because I wanted to make my friends or 'fans' jealous, I wanted to talk to you." Oikawa said, putting as much conviction into his words as he could manage. "My friend, Iwaizumi, had said that you were bad news, but I've known about you for a while." He confessed, "I know people are obsessed with you because of your looks and your position as captain of a team, and I understand how annoying that can be. That's why I wanted to talk to you, I wanted you to know that not everybody is like that...I guess."
Y/n watched him while he spoke, it was obvious he was trying to figure out if Oikawa was just talking to talk or if he meant it.
"You know you'll have to do a lot more than just talk to get me to even somewhat trust you." Y/n said, Oikawa immediately nodding.
"Of course. But you'll have to do the same, I know how you treat most people." Y/n was hesitant, but slowly agreed to his terms. "Ok, cool. So, what should we do?" Oikawa asked.
"You can let me finish practicing since I only get to have the field for about another hour." His face was blank, no malice, no friendliness. "I'll see you tomorrow." He turned and went back towards the goal.
Oikawa was a bit surprised, he thought that since they'd cleared things up that maybe he'd want to go to a convenience store and get something to eat, or at least chat. He wasn't expecting to essentially be shooed off the field. He tried not to be disappointed, after all, y/n had said he'd see him tomorrow, all wasn't lost.
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Y/n could hardly keep it together when he'd seen Oikawa on the sidelines during his practice. When they'd spoken earlier, he had actually gotten a bit upset at Oikawa toying with him, sure he was used to dishing it out but it wasn't usually out of pure spite like that. He'd cleared things up when they'd talked, but it was hard to believe that Oikawa actually wanted to be something like friends with y/n. He couldn't think of any real similarities between them, sure they were captains and both adored by people at their school but that was all he could think of.
Of course, there was the fact that Oikawa was, to his right, a very attractive person. One of the only in the school that y/n had actually been so intrigued by, it lead to him acting slightly more genuine towards the volleyball captain. Usually, y/n went with the 'they can't hurt you if they don't actually know you' kind of stance, since everyone already thought of him one way. If he just stuck to it and Oikawa turned out to be nothing more than a piece of shit, it wouldn't affect y/n as much as if he'd been genuine with him.
He finished up his practice, mulling over his thoughts while he worked. Eventually, he packed things up and went home where he ate a meal and passed out, exhausted form the day's events.
The following morning, y/n was quick to get to school, feeling slightly anxious about seeing Oikawa again. He'd arrived just before classes were going to start, so he quickly made his way up the stairs to his classroom. He glanced into what he knew was Oikawa's as he passed, barely making eye contact with him before he disappeared into his own. The time passed much too slowly for y/n to handle, but eventually lunch came and he quickly left his classroom hoping to beat Oikawa to the cafeteria.
As he was heading down the stairs though, he heard his name called from a voice not far behind him. He turned to see Oikawa waving at him, and waited so he could catch up.
"Should we eat together? Maybe not with my team though, they don't like you that much..." Y/n cracked a smile, Oikawa nervously laughing.
"Sure, I'll follow you." He said, his voice unwavering, the anxiety he felt managing to stay hidden. Oikawa smiled and led the way, they got their food and Oikawa took him outside where there was a bench that resided under a large tree.
"This is the spot I always go to when I want to eat in peace, isn't it nice?" Y/n nodded, with the slight breeze and the sunshine, it was beautiful. He wasn't ever super talkative, especially when he didn't know people very well, so he just let Oikawa talk on and on about volleyball. A few times, Oikawa would ask him a question but his answers were always short and to the point, Oikawa always reverting back to volleyball.
Hearing him talk about the sport he loved so much was actually quite peaceful to y/n, he felt the same way about soccer. It was nice to know that there was at least one other person who was as committed to their sport as he was. Things went on like this for nearly twenty minutes before Oikawa realized that he'd been talking the entire time.
"It's definitely your turn to say something, you've finished your food and I've hardly touched mine." Oikawa scolded. Y/n laughed at the pout on his face, though with the sunlight highlighting his features, it was hard for y/n to keep his eyes off him.
"It's no wonder you have such a fan club." Y/n said suddenly. Oikawa was a bit thrown off by the slight compliment, though the confusion he felt showed on his face. "You really are quite a pretty boy, you know." His internal nervous system couldn't believe the things he was saying out loud.
Oikawa's face was immediately a darker shade at y/n's words. It was just then that y/n realized Oikawa might actually feel slightly differently towards y/n than he had originally thought. Sure blushing at flirty stuff was normal, but Oikawa was supposedly the king of flirting amongst his fans and even his friends. He wouldn't get so worked up over a small compliment unless there was something... deeper.
"You're not really a 'heartbreaker' or a 'playboy' are you?" Oikawa asked, trying to change the subject.
Y/n shook his head. "Not really. I just don't like all the attention I get for how I look, so I play a little game to get everybody to back off. But since I don't go out of my way to get to know other people, assumptions about me just run rampant." Oikawa's expression changed, he seemed more relaxed now that he knew that y/n wasn't what everyone thought he was.
"Why don't you try to make more friends, get a new narrative about you going around?" Oikawa asked him, though y/n had a difficult time coming up with a real answer. He thought maybe he was just lazy, and it was only high school, he didn't care all that much. In truth though, it was likely because he didn't want people to know who he really was; it was easier to get hurt if people knew who you were.
"Guess I just don't trust anybody. Something like that anyway." He looked up to the sky, watching the leaves of the tree they sat under wave in the small breeze, clouds ever slowly making their way across the blue.
Suddenly, he felt Oikawa's hand on his jaw, carefully turning his head so it was facing the other's. Y/n was confused at the action, but when he saw Oikawa studying him so intently, he realized what was going to happen next. Oikawa's face approached his own, and y/n soon felt Oikawa's lips brush against his, gentle but determined in their path. Y/n leaned into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to the back of Oikawa's head, bringing the volleyball captain as close to him as he could. The kiss didn't last for as long as y/n longed for it to, as Oikawa pulled away from him he held his gaze. As Oikawa leaned back to where he had been sitting, y/n's hand fell from his head returning to his lap.
"I shouldn't have done that out of nowhere, sorry." Oikawa muttered, blush dusting his features like it had earlier. His gaze had dropped from y/n's, and he was starting to get up as if to leave.
"I'm not sorry." Y/n said, hoping to keep the brunette for just a few more moments. "I don't regret it." Oikawa looked surprised, which y/n didn't understand, he had kissed him back hadn't he? Why was he acting like y/n would be upset?
"What do you mean?" Oikawa asked, y/n standing so that they'd be eye level. "What do you mean you're not sorry?" Was he scared? Is that what y/n heard in his voice?
Instead of saying anything, y/n grabbed the collar of Oikawa's shirt and pulled him into another kiss. Oikawa melted into his touch, whatever tension or anxiety he had been feeling when he had first kissed y/n disappearing. When y/n pulled his lips from Oikawa's, he brought the other into a tight embrace, Oikawa's head resting on y/n's shoulder.
"I guess you're the first person I trust, Oikawa." Y/n mumbled, one of his hands in Oikawa's hair, playing with the small knots his fingers found.
"Tōru." The other said, "Call me Tōru if you're going to kiss me like that." Y/n lightly chuckled,
"Whatever you want, Tōru."
#oikawa x male reader#oikawa tooru#aoba johsai#seijoh#Oikawa x reader#hq oikawa#Oikawa imagine#iwaizumi hajime#haikyuu#haikyuu x male reader#oneshot#fluff
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𝐀𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 // 𝐀 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - Closed!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BREAKING NEWS! : After years of disappearing from the public’s eyes, our mayor had finally chosen to reveal herself on Valentine’s day, not only that, she has decided to host an event. Here’re now some words from our mayor.
Hello to all citizens and visitors of the purple city. I, the mayor have decided to host a Valentine event for this wonderful day where everyone can join! (Just go off anon)
The only fandom I’m accepting is Haikyuu.
To join this event, all you need to is to give me the name of your match and a song (preferably a romantic one) and I will give you an aesthetic and a drabble of what I would think your date will look like!
One person is only allowed to enter one time.
This is an fluff only event, no angst or smut!
Still don’t know what the limit is so…just keep asking then I’ll stop whenever I feel like it-
THE EVENT IS NOW CLOSED!
Masterlist
#all’s fair in love#lumi:post!#hq#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x male reader#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu x black reader#ushijima x reader#iwaizumi x reader#oikawa x reader#kuroo x reader#kageyama x reader#hinata x reader#kenma x reader#osamu x reader#atsumu x reader#daichi x reader#suna x reader#bokuto x reader#akaashi x reader
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I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!
Word count: 5,462
Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)
Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes.
You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock.
Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate?
“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board.
“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim.
“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”
“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.”
“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.”
“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.”
“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up.
“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.
“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”
“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.
“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.”
“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised.
“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least.
“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.
“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly.
“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?”
“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious.
“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.”
“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.”
“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.
“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back.
“Oh.” Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.
“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.”
“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.”
“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.
Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“
“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off.
“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders.
“Oh I know you two.”
“Keeping tabs about us?”
“Rather staying clear of you.”
“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.”
“I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly.
Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him.
“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?”
“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.
“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.
“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat.
“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him.
“Nice job, dumbass.”
You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up.
“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them.
“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly.
“I don’t think the answers will be enough.” Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.”
You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?”
“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel?
“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly.
“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.” Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him.
You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?”
“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes.
‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out.
“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki.
Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa.
It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf.
As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.
Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead.
Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture.
“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you.
“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”
“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him.
“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room.
“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath.
“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette.
Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?”
“Nothing.”
You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts.
Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged.
“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”
“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.”
“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.”
“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable.
“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa.
“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea.
“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet.
“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And what?”
He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.”
Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment.
“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face.
“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.
“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.
Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.”
“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued.
“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined.
“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?”
“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled.
“So you dated?”
“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.”
“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation.
“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?”
“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”
*
Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights.
Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow.
Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same.
He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something.
You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?” Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?”
“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed.
“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely.
“You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him.
“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?” you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?”
“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.”
“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.”
“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.
“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.”
“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.”
“Jealous?”
“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.”
A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.”
When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said.
Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far.
*
It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school.
“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce.
“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.
“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.
“They let you inside like that?” You signaled.
“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?”
“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?”
“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head.
You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders.
“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?”
“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.
“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.”
When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously.
*
One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone.
“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.” Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell.
“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying.
After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two.
“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.” Oikawa smacked himself on the face.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, just… Peachy.”
“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you.
He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”
You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand.
One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile.
“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes.
Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.”
“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked.
“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?”
“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.”
“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him.
“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.”
“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.” You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea.
“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.”
“That’s not true.”
“So you fell for her but she hates you?”
“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought.
“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?”
“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?”
“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…”
“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”
He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”
“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.
He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.”
“Then what?” you said expectantly.
“How about you and Makki?”
“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him.
“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully.
“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.
“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed.
“Neither are you.”
“Thanks.” . . . “But do you find him attractive?”
“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.
“Nothing. I was just asking.”
“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”
“Want me to ask him?”
“No. What for?”
*
Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.
“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…”
“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.
Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.”
Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class.
Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk.
Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki
You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit.
*
“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.
“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.”
Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later.
You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.”
You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you.
“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile.
“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-”
“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him.
“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-”
“Are you going out with someone?”
You shook your head, “I-”
“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?” Love? Then he looked over at the boys seriously.
Sugawara snorted.
“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”
“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought.
“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”
“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.”
“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.
“Same thing I’m asking.”
“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.” which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit.
“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room.
“It’s not true!”
“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man.
“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.”
“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered, while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way. His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides.
“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?”
“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”
A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin
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𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕𝕤
Moving to Japan to start a new career is never an easy step. But it's a once in a lifetime opportunity, and somewhere along the way you find a spark like no other
pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x PhysicalTherapist!Reader
notes: suggestive language, professional f!reader, formerathlete!reader, took a lot of creative liberties with the reader character, OCs included. Words in bold are inner thoughts
wc: 6288 words
I potentially may make this a series - let me know!
dividers made by cafekitsune
The soft sound of your alarm starts shifting and growing louder, as you fumble in the dark to hit the stop button. Opening one eye to see the sun’s rays lighting up the room in a low orange glow. The light breeze through the curtains and the light is enough to get you up and begin your morning stretches with a groan. The morning routine becomes a blur as you navigate through the usual of showering, getting dressed, and eating a quick breakfast before heading out to work. Most people dread the morning commute, but it’s your personal solace to tune out the world and enjoy an hour of time to yourself. Headphones on, music blasting, daydreams carrying you through Osaka as the subway zips through the city. A buzzing sensation from your pocket interrupting your peace, but you already have a guess on who’s trying to get your attention this morning. Glancing at your phone screen, you catch the message banner before your phone goes back to sleep. Exactly on time.
Coach Foster: What’s your arrival?
Y/N: Take a guess
Coach Foster:...Y/N.
Y/N: You’re messaging me at 6:45AM, come on now. Entertain me.
Coach Foster: Knowing you, you’re probably already on the train. So, about ten minutes away?
Checking your map estimate, you huff out a quiet chuckle. Damn, he’s good.
After a brisk jog to your destination, you’re pushing through the doors of the athletics facility Coach gave you directions for, to see the man already waiting by the inside entrance for you.
“Are you finally going to admit that you’re my assigned FBI agent? You have to be tracking me, how else are you still this good at knowing my whereabouts Fossy” you tease as you’re pulled into a hug from the older gentleman. Samson Foster, the head coach for the MSBY Black Jackals, in his black tracksuit pulls away and looks down at you with a warm smile on his face. It’s been quite a few years since you’ve seen him, but the few greys peppered through his normally blond hair is the only telltale sign of time passing.
“Let’s keep the nicknames at bay in front of the team please? I don’t need mutiny in this team too.” He shakes his head with a grimace, as he steers you inside to give you a tour of the facilities. “We can play catch up at your welcome party tonight, but for now let’s get you started on your first day.” Coach Foster begins running through the itinerary, you both make quick work of getting through the necessary formalities with onboarding. As you make your way to the medical team offices, you hear the distant shuffles of sneakers and a whistle blowing. Making a note that the courts must be closeby, Coach opens a door leading you into a room that reminds you so much of the principal’s office. Standing to the side are two individuals quietly discussing over a clipboard before looking up at you.
“There they are. You were right Foster, she’s exactly on time.” An older gentleman in a white coat looks at his watch, breathing out a laugh before bowing for introductions. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. We’ve heard only wonderful things about you from Coach Foster. I’m Dr. Preston Burke, the team physician for the MSBY Black Jackals. This here is my colleague, Iwaizumi Hajime.” You shake the doctor’s hand as you look over to the other man to his side. As you reach your hand out, the other man bows quickly before taking your hand in a firm shake.
“Iwaizumi Hajime, last name comes first in many Japanese introductions as it’s standard to go by last names here. I’m the athletic trainer for the team, it’s nice to meet you.” Handshake firm, your eyes follow the hand up a strong tanned arm, to the face of a god. Ok girl, reel it in. Yes he’s good looking. The man in front of you quirks an eyebrow in reaction to a small chuckle escaping your mouth, shaking off your inner thoughts, you smile.
“Thank you Iwaizumi-san, for the cultural explanation. I’ve done some prep, wouldn’t want to come into another country and disrespect anyone. Please correct me at any time if I’ve done something wrong. It’s nice to officially meet you. I’ve gotten a lot of notes from Coach Foster.” Letting go of each other’s hands, both your attention is turned to Dr. Burke’s mention of the day’s itinerary. Although the majority of the day consists of introductions, the medical staff team has some blocks to discuss structure and strategy to help you get adjusted. Thankfully a lot of the material had been shared ahead of time, so you’re able to hit the ground running today. But the introductions aren’t until later in the day, but you have a small break before the staff meetings. So you head off to your desk with Dr. Burke, to get set up.
“Iwaizumi please come with me, I need your eyes on some gameplay strategies that Meian put together. He’s waiting for us on the court.” Coach Foster pats the young man’s shoulder as he nods to agree. “I promise to keep it quick so he’s back to join you both.” Coach and Dr. Burke share a quick nod before the group says their goodbyes and splits up.
The walk is quick and short down the hall to your shared office as Dr. Burke talks more about their background. You seamlessly go through the motions, bonding over the struggles of university, family back home, tips and tricks for learning the Japanese language, all the similar snags that come with international careers. It wasn’t an easy decision to just pick up your entire life and move to Japan, but the physical therapist role was one you couldn’t pass up. Dr. Burke’s reputation precedes him, the D-1 volleyball team is one of the best, and with your prior playing experience, you would be a perfect fit. Change wasn’t something you were ever afraid of, but after all the suffering through grad school and license tests you would be a sucker to not accept the perfect job.
“I’m sure you had a similar experience Dr. Burke, but Coach has the charismatic skills of a car salesman who's low on his quota. After his pitch, there was no way I could refuse.” Dr. Burke’s solemn expression with a hand on his chin in a contemplative pose has you giggling. Birds of a feather, seems he was roped in just like you. It takes a few minutes to get your desk and laptop set up, before you’re given the tour. The shared office houses two desks in the front and a recessed second office for the primary physician. The room was primarily for administrative work, but the team’s main course of work would be in the medical office. Dr. Burke brings you down the hallway where you again hear the shuffles and faint shouts from the main courts.
“The main gymnasium is just around the corner. The medical rooms are situated a stone’s throw away, for obvious reasons. You have a fully furnished space further down the hall, in between the medical offices and the locker room. For added privacy for your conversations, however thanks to your added experience, you’ll find yourself here or on the court with Iwaizumi-kun.” The doctor takes you around the pristine and sterile facilities, noting the rehabilitation and care equipment set up alongside private beds. Clearly the team has been doing well, and are supported financially. It’s good to see proper facilities set up to care for the players. Majority of the work falls within the Athletic Trainer role, since you’re fully licensed for psychological evaluations you can provide an added service. But essentially Iwaizumi-san and you would be a tag team pair. The doctor runs through the standard care protocol and shares where primary care on premise ends so that serious care is provided at approved medical facilities. Your hands are already full with the players’ files as he guides you back to the shared office space.
“Iwaizumi-kun took all the careful notes in those files. His attention to detail has been a gift to me, honestly. Actually he used to play volleyball throughout his childhood as well. Quit playing after high school to study abroad for college, you should talk to him about that. Something for the two of you to bond over” he gestures to the files that you’re reading through at your desk. You hum in response, taking in carefully jotted notes in the margins of player statistics. Comments on postures, dietary restrictions, even tracked personal exercise routines to know where to adjust in facility workouts. Iwaizumi-san had begun to research cryotherapy equipment for budgeting pitches to the finance department it seemed like.
“If it’s cryotherapy, I know a guy who can help us cut some of these estimates down. In fact one of the player’s is also close with him. We’re friends from -” cut off by a knock on the door, you both turn to see Iwaizumi-san walk in with a wave.
“Sorry about my delay, I got caught up with Meian. What have I missed?” He notices the files in your hand and nods. “Catching up on the files? I hope my handwriting isn’t difficult to read, sometimes I can’t find my notebook in time and jot down what I can wherever I can.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he strides over to your side. You breathe out a laugh, assuring him his handwriting is neat and easy to read. You’re sharing some insight on cryotherapy research you’ve done, pulling out your phone to show him a presentation deck you had put together. Ducking his head down closer to get a look at your screen, he’s amazed by the amount of detail. Even noting slides that go into the benefits per muscular function of whole-body cryotherapy. It’s not often he meets someone who’s as passionate about the science behind the body. Glancing up at a ping on your phone, he can’t help but notice your wallpaper as it flashes by while you switch apps.
“Was that…Talita Antunes as your wallpaper?” He peers over at you to see your eyes widen in surprise before you flash him the world’s biggest smile. A pang hits his heart, and the hand he’s resting on your desk to prop himself up slips a bit. Not fully catching your excited explanation about how she’s your favorite player. The room around him goes silent except for the thundering of his heart as you place your hand on his arm to show him some highlight clips of hers, impressed by the fact that you know her. Internally, Iwaizumi is making a note to buy Hinata lunch as a thank you, for drilling basic Brazilian beach volleyball facts into his head. Especially if it meant getting to see your amazing smile. A dimple popping up on one side, or the way your eyes fully crinkle to show that when you smile, your whole being exudes it. The sounds of the room slowly come back to his senses as he feels you gently pushing his shoulder.
“Earth to Iwaizumi-san? Have I bored you to another dimension? Come on now, she’s too cool for you to zone out on me” You shake the man one last time, although shake should be used lightly. The trainer stood solidly, a body of muscle, needing a lot more force to cause movement. You couldn’t help but admire the sturdy feeling of muscle under your touch, shaking off the unexpected thought immediately. Taking your hand off him quickly to ensure you didn’t cross any boundaries, knowing the Japanese culture is a bit more conservative about physical touch. Hearing a soft apology, the trainer quirks an eyebrow at you, a silent ask for why. When you explain your thought on potentially making him uncomfortable, you’re met with a chuckle.
“I told you he studied abroad right Y/N, he’s not bothered by that. Iwaizumi-kun lived in California for quite some time for his studies and clinical practices. Not as traditional as you think.” Dr. Burke calls out, after observing you both engrossed in your own world. It’s not often he sees his younger colleague be so carefree. Iwaizumi-kun has carried a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, especially in the early days prior to the doctor accepting the full time offer. He remembers watching Iwaizumi-kun work late night after night, taking on his own load of work so that he could go back to the hospital. Despite being the age of many of the players, he’s watched the young man carry himself with a maturity beyond his years. Although the two are close, he’s unsure if that’s his natural disposition or one he was made to mold into for personal reasons. But seeing him now, geek out about sports medicine knowledge, beach volleyball, and instinctually soften around you, warmed the older gentleman’s heart. There was clearly a natural chemistry between you two, whatever direction it goes in, all he could hope for is a happy one for the trainer. He had a soft spot in his heart for the young man, and knows that the Coach cared for the new recruit. Humming to himself, he brings his attention back to you both.
“We should be continuing her itinerary for the day, you know Iwaizumi-kun.”
“Oh what? You haven’t given her the 360 degree luxury tour of our state of the art office? Well who am I to deprive her of that!” The trainer looks down at you and motions his finger in a circle; telling you to take a spin. “Luxury tour done.” A smirk plays on his lips watching you seriously take a spin in mock wonder, turning into a grin as you bite down on your bottom lip to stifle a laugh. He glances at the doctor with a raised eyebrow and a hand on the hip, silently asking what’s next on the itinerary. The three burst out into a fit of laughter from an exchange of looks, the sounds bouncing off the walls to surround the three.
The moment is interrupted with a knock on the door, one of the assistant coaches peeking into the room. “Sounds like you guys are having fun, hate to interrupt that, but it’s time to meet the Jackals! Iwaizumi, can you please bring her when you’re both ready? We’ll see you in the main gymnasium” and just like he’s gone as fast as he was in the doorway. You gather yourself, turning to ask the doctor if you look nice. He flashes you a sincere thumbs up before making his way over to you. The doc gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder and a whisper of good luck as you’re pushed out the door to meet the players.
“Why are you giving me that look?” You’re able to ask over your shoulder only to hear a soft “match their energy if you can” and a laugh before the door closes.
Iwaizumi-san has a stone cold grimace etched into his face. “Do I need to be worried? You both are absolutely not setting me up for success here” you poke at the man’s shoulder to try and get more information. “You’d think I’m being sent out to war with how solemn you guys are being. Is the team rowdy or something?” This gets a chuckle out of the man as he pushes open two large double doors into the court.
“Or something” he replies quickly with a small smirk that vanishes in a second. The loud sounds of sneakers squeaking and players shouting take over your entire senses. A practice match is going on, the ball is rapidly being passed back and forth across the net. A player jumps to the side before jumping up to smash down a high set.
For a player of that stature, a jumping height like that isn’t common. As if Apollo himself graced the court and grew wings to fly up to his perch in the sky. The whistle blows and the orange haired player lands on his feet with a heavy thump. Strong thighs easily absorb the shock of the jump to allow the player to gracefully stand up. Excited high fives with a blond setter are shared, cheers for a successful play. Hinata Shoyou. Gods, the matches on tv never do it enough justice. He’s always better in person. You can’t help a low whistle, coming out your mouth as you make your way to Coach’s side, unaware of the pair of watchful eyes from your side.
Iwaizumi looks down at you to gauge your reaction to the play. He’s used to dropped jaws or people stopped in their tracks when watching Shoyo play. He still remembers his first time watching him play like it was yesterday, and not more than a decade ago. Especially for a non-Japanese native who may not be familiar with all the players, the wing spiker’s jump must’ve been astonishing. But there you are, surprising him instead. Not an ounce of shock on your face but instead a giant grin and a fire in your eyes that he often sees in the players’ eye.
“Someone has secrets to spill later” he nudges you with an elbow before taking his spot on the other side of Coach Foster.
Before you can respond to the insinuation, Coach is whistling the team over. In front of you stood all the players, with the starting 9 rotation in the front. A handful of them grab their towels to wipe sweat off their bodies, and take a much needed water break. Thank you Coach for allowing me this opportunity to enjoy this eye candy. You praise the gods above for boys teams being able to play shirts vs skins practices, before a hand comes down on your shoulder.
“Say hello to our new physical therapist, Dr. F/N L/N. I hope everyone read the introductory email that was sent out. A lot more of her background details are shared there. She will be working with Dr. Burke and Iwaizumi on the medical team. Make her feel welcome, she’s traveled a long way to officially join our team.” He pushes you out a bit in front of the group.
“Don’t know what more I can add after that introduction. Especially if you’ve already gotten my full government records shared via email, from the sounds of it. But if anyone hasn’t gotten a chance to read it, feel free to come ask any questions. I am an open book. I’m practicing my Japanese, so any guidance is deeply appreciated if I make any mistakes. I’m in your care, I look forward to getting along with all of you.” You smile and bow to the team.
The team runs through introductions and begins breaking out into groups to get back into practice. A few players linger back to chat with you excited for a new face in the group.
“Finally, a friendly and pretty addition to the team. Amen!” says the blonde setter you watched earlier. “We welcome your much needed presence on the otherwise stoic and unappealing sidelines. Miya Atsumu at your service.” He reaches his hand out with a wink.
You shake his hand with a chortle “Whaaat? You’re telling me you don’t enjoy Coach Foster’s dashing looks and heart stopping smile? Come on now. Or is it that you haven’t earned his infamous dimples yet?” You quirk an eyebrow at the setter who’s looking between you and Coach Foster in shock.
“DIMPLES??!” He’s immediately trying to force eye contact with Coach, who’s rapidly walking away with a grumble. Snaps his head back at you “You must tell me more. The beast of the ice land giving out smiles? What is this preferential treatment and how do we enjoy this Y/N-san?”
“That’s Dr. L/N to you. Some of us are just born with it” teasingly you huff on your fingers, buffing them out on your shoulder “but I can try to teach you my ways, Atsumu-san.”
“Sticking it to you on her first day. I like her” Sakusa Kiyoomi flashes you a thumbs up, while Atsumu crosses his arms pouting on the side. “I’m Sakusa Kiyoomi, nice to meet you Doctor. Good luck fixing the mental psyche that is this kid trapped in a man’s body.” He gestures to Atsumu, and before you can break up the fight to say that’s not how sports therapy works, a boisterous laugh erupts behind you. The laugh bounces off the walls, the sound registering itself in a secure corner of your brain, holding tight so you don’t forget the sound. Scratching all the right parts. Everyone turns around to see Iwaizumi with his head back laughing before calming down to a chuckle.
“I like her too, especially if she can wrangle some of you idiots this quickly. Dr. L/N is well equipped to be helping with training materials and guidance as well. She’s an athletic trainer first before you have to knock on her office door. We’ll be working together on a lot, make sure to pay attention to her and don’t give her grief…” he pauses for a second to look over at you, who’s got a strong grip on the back of Atsumu’s jersey to hold him back from Sakusa who’s found himself behind Bokuto. “Or give her all the grief. She can handle it” he finishes with a smirk and a pat on your head before walking off to assist the players on court.
“....are we all going to ignore THE Iwaizumi Hajime belly laughing and teasing the new girl? Like we’re all going to scream about this at the welcome party right?” The large player protecting Sakusa, points back at the retreating trainer with his thumb questioning the group. Shocked nods from the whole group before returning their attention to you. You let go of your hold on Atsumu’s jersey with a huff.
“You guys keep mentioning a party but I haven’t gotten a proper invite. Who are you welcoming if I’m not there?” you chuckle looking at the boys.
The large player steps forward with a hand outstretched “Bokuto Koutaro, feel free to call me Koutaro! I should be surprised that you didn’t receive your invite, but considering we left that to Inu-san, it all makes sense.” The libero raises his hands in the defensive “I mixed up the order of names in the email. I forgot the first name last name thing.” Bokuto shakes his head with a chuckle “We’ll be heading out together after practice, feel free to join us. Can’t have the guest of honor not join.”
“It’s time to get back to practice, boys. You can interrogate the doc later” Hinata Shoyo pipes up. He’s got a playful smirk as he rallies the boys away from you. “Take the time you need to collect yourself doctor” he sing songs while walking away. You can begin to feel the prickles of heat at the tips of your ears after the boys leave. Iwaizumi’s head pat had left you stunned, the warmth of the gesture gave you butterflies. You were not sure what to make of any of it, but wanted to make sure you didn’t give anything away on your face. You thought you got away with it, but Shoyo always notices everything. I’ll deal with him later.
It’s not often that you get flustered, let alone from someone you just met. But Iwaizumi-san’s playfulness caught you off guard. From most of the reports from Coach Foster, the trainer was described as reliable, diligent, and stern. But the man in front of you was charming, attentive, respectful, and expressive. And extremely easy on the eyes.
Despite being surrounded by all the players, you often found your eyes peering over at your colleague. Half the fun of watching the rest of practice was watching Iwaizumi-san in action. You observed as Iwaizumi walked around the sidelines of the court observing each practice group. Helping correct posture mid play to ensure safety. Check in on stretching sessions, to help players with new stretches that would better help pains they were dealing with. Eyes drinking in the sight of the trainer showing new stretches, bending down as each muscle in his legs flex. His shorts riding up slightly from the stretch of his thick thighs having you gulping a ghost of a frog stuck in your throat. Thoughts of your hands running across the expanse of his back before wrapping around his shoulders. Pausing your court observation to physically wave away inappropriate thoughts. Crushes aren’t a new concept but this was something you hadn’t felt since you were in middle school being hit with puberty’s wrath.
It’s not that he wasn’t all the characteristics Coach had shared, he was all that and more. Often stopping by your spot on the sidelines to point out other players and their common concerns and where additional consulting later would be beneficial. Each time, Iwaizumi-san would make some type of contact with you, that would send you into a mental frenzy. Hand on the edge of your seat, fingers barely grazing your knee as he peered over your notebook. His shoulder bumping against yours as he pointed out certain players to you. Hands grabbing both your shoulders to turn you to bring your attention to a play happening across the court, grateful for your long sleeve shirt covering the goosebumps on your arms. Stand up girl, you are a grown woman!! You’re granted a respite from the internal chaos when Coach sends Iwaizumi to the captain to talk about player rotations.
Albeit your teenage heart palpitations, the rest of practice went smoothly. Iwaizumi-san and you had fallen into an effortless rhythm. After observing group dynamics and game play, you had taken notes on a few of the players. On your way over to the trainer to get his thoughts on some workout routine adjustments, your attention is brought to the court.
The team had been caught up in serve practices which was beginning to frustrate some of the players. Coach Foster had always advocated for every player running really difficult plays or shots, repetitively. Not only to build up a repertoire of skills, but he believed that the difficulty and frustration brings out a truth in how a player handles a challenge. Today he was keen on having everyone run hybrid serves, not knowing which serve he would call out mid jump. The purpose of the hybrid serve is psyching out the opposing team, and control of the court mid air. It always starts as a jump serve, but he would then call out other styles to see how well the players can control their wrist movements. It’s an exhausting drill, especially because Coach has upped the ante and placed a water bottle along the attack lines and boundary lines of the court. He was now calling out locations for the players to aim to hit. Although there were some successes, the majority of the players were missing the targets with incomplete serves from not knowing which command the Coach would call out.
At the moment of another missed target, a loud cry rang through the court. Everyone peered over to see that the usually calm Sakusa-san was bent over muttering to himself before turning to shout. “It’s not enough time! You’re not maintaining any pattern in the serve switches and the locations. No one can serve these ridiculous plays.” He was huffing with clenched fists, wild eyes scanning the Coach’s face for any reaction. Sakusa-san had been playing calmly the entire day, but you had noticed he often went to the side for individual practice. He’d often repeat the same plays for a long time before being called for a group practice.
“You’re analyzing the serve too much Sakusa-san. Listen for the location, your grip will adjust to the serve style that matches the location.” The advice had slipped out of your mouth while taking notes. You hadn’t meant to say anything and look up to the group staring at you. Coach had a small smile on his face and a glint in his eyes. Realization dawning on you on the reason he was relentless with this specific drill for the team. But before either of you could express anything Sakusa-san interrupted with a short laugh.
“And what would you know about this? This isn’t a matter of an injury messing with my psyche or some childhood trauma rearing its head. This is a matter of game play. I don’t need advice from someone who doesn’t know what they’re talking about” he sneered. You could see a flash of regret on his face after the outburst. He was at a peak of burnout from the intense practice, but Coach Foster steps in between you both. He tosses you a ball and points to the service line.
“On my whistle” he demands. Years later and you still know better than to question him when that tone comes out. With a sigh you hand your notes to Iwaizumi-san who’s failing at controlling his face, a mix of concern and confusion.
“It’s been a long time you old fart…if I embarrass myself…” he hears you grumble to yourself as you get in position. Iwaizumi carefully watches as the boys on the court make way and you stand a few feet behind the serve line. Gathering your hair up in a ponytail, you stretch your arms before picking back up the ball. Your entire demeanor has changed from the contemplative and playful person he’s been watching throughout the day. He doesn’t know why, but he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since you walked into the office. Everything about you intrigues him, makes him want to know every detail about the person before him who’s full of surprises. Every time he thinks he understands, you shock him.
Just like now, as he watches you crouch and nod to Coach. Launching the ball high, taking two long strides before jumping on the third step. And jump you did, pulling all the air around you, right out of his lungs, bringing the court to a still as you went up.
Coach’s command for a float serve follows before the whistle shrill has fully faded. Then comes the location, left corner of the attack line. Your grip adjusts on instinct, waiting for the height to fall a bit before making contact with your palm evenly. Your eyes don’t leave the targeted water bottle as you drop down. The ball makes clean contact to topple the bottle with a reverberating smack. You land on your feet harshly, forgetting about the worn out shoes you were wearing. Losing your balance from the lack of traction, you feel yourself slip, but you feel broad hands slide under your arms catching you from the back. Back thumping into someone’s chest, you tilt your head back to see Iwaizumi-san flashing you the largest grin, lit up from the back by the overhead lights causing a light halo around him. Pretty. You can hear your heart beating in your ears from the sudden physical activity, but it picks up speed. A blush spreads across your cheeks as you slip a little and lean back into his chest for support.
“Easy there tiger, I got you” he says, easily straightening you up. The casual petname sending you into an embarrassing spiral. Immediately turning your face out of his vision, you’re trying to regain composure. He’s checking to make sure you aren’t injured as you remember now’s not the time to be simping for your hot colleague. But it’s time to be pissed at a pompous old man who’s always got you marching to his tune. You scan the court finding the target for your death stare chucking on the sidelines.
“A float serve you demonic maniac?! And if Iwaizumi-san here hadn’t been my knight in shining armor to catch me, and I busted my ass in front of everyone? Then what?” You’re shaking your fist at Coach, who’s chuckle has grown to a full laugh as he walks over. Despite his laughs, he makes sure to check your ok, chastising your shoe choice before turning to the shocked group of players.
“Let me reintroduce her, Dr. Y/N L/N, former setter and a 2x Women’s World Championships winner. Now the Physical Therapist for the MSBY Black Jackals. My former player.” He proudly announced to Sakusa who’s gone pale. Arms crossed waiting for the shock to subside. Kissing your teeth you politely step in front of Coach to end the embarrassment, keeping at bay a swell of warmth over the pride he has in you.
“Please don’t brag about me to literal Olympians and Pro players. I’m retired, rusty, not on their level and not here to teach them a lesson. But Sakusa-san, my advice was purely in reference to your exhaustion. You were overthinking. I apologize for overstepping.” You shoot him a reassuring smile and reach out with your fist as an extension of friendship. He bows and reaches out to fist bump sheepishly. “But next time you want to cut me to the core, pick something more truthful and scathing. I like a challenge.” You tease with a wink drawing a small groan from the player as he covers his face with his free hand.
The court erupts with a thousand questions and comments all at once. A swarm of giant bodies covering you before you can step out of the danger zone. A bronzed hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you out and into a familiar chest, thumping into Iwaizumi-san with a small huff. His other hand finds your waist to balance you; eyes look up into his olive ones that flash with an expression you can’t read. Clearing your throat, you glance at both his hands holding you, before he releases you with a quick apology. Hands up in defense, but his lips curling up into a smirk as the flush on your face grows. The lingering heat from his hand on your waist has every nerve ending in your brain going off. You mutter a thank you, shy now that the object of your disturbance was back to being front and center. No longer able to stop yourself from looking at him from top to bottom. Tall, dark, and handsome to a tee. Everything about him was broad and strong. Brain short circuiting just thinking of those same hands and body fully wrapped around yours, had you not had a modicum of dignity. Dignity be damned right now, may as well shoot my shot later. Brought out of your thoughts with a small cough from the trainer.
“We can look at each other all we want tonight, but it’d be nice to talk properly and learn more about you. Especially so you can share any other secrets you’re holding on to Dr. Extraordinaire” he ruffles your hair lightly with a soft smile. Whatever witty retort on its way out your lips, caught in your throat, when he leans down to whisper in your ear “Can’t say I haven’t been enjoying checking you out the whole day too”. He relishes in the deep flush across your face and the tingle on his lips from grazing your ear. But when he sees your eyebrows furrow he panics a bit. Did he cross a line while caught up in the new feeling of butterflies in his stomach? Maybe he had read the situation completely wrong and you hadn’t been checking him out. Trying to gauge from your expression if he’s about to deal with a gnarly HR complaint, he sees your bottom lip stick out in a pout.
“You’re telling me I’ve been working hard taking notes all throughout practice to share with you when I could have been checking you out openly?” You swat at his chest before turning away from the man. “Coach definitely put my information in that intro email so not really a secret to spill if it was blasted out. Can’t fault me for no one reading it.” Your shrug met with Iwaizumi gaping at you. Rubbing the back of his neck before mumbling something about skimming the email, unaware how cute the whole moment is to you. Happy to know it’s not just you feeling nervous around the man, you throw caution to the wind.
“Besides, I have way more fun secrets to learn than that, Iwa-chan~” you glance over your shoulder, looking up at the man through your lashes. Lips curling up into a coy smile as a light flush blooms across the man’s face from the choice of nickname sung out teasingly. The group of players snapping you both out of your bubble with the announcement of the end of practice and hitting the showers to get ready for the welcome party. You start to walk back to the office to grab your things when his voice calls out to you.
“Hajime”
You turn around to look at him.
“Call me Hajime.”
He catches up with you and gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the shared office. “We can walk together, don’t want to waste another minute not learning.” He glances down with a smile hearing you giggle, a sound he pockets in a corner of his brain to hold on to forever.
But definitely one he plans to hear throughout the night if he can help it.
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Who I write for:
(*) = current fixation
ִ ࣪𖤐 *Jujutsu Kaisen*: Toji Fushiguro, Kamo Choso, Kento Nanami, Geto Suguru, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryōmen, Hiromi Higurama, Yuki Tsukumo.
(plz don't ask me to write for Mahito, I just might break smth and have you pay for it.)
ִ ࣪𖤐 Haikyuu!!: Yuu Nishinoya, Iwaizumi Hajime, Tooru Oikawa, Ushijima Wakotoshi, Tetsurou Kuroo, Kozume Kenma, Koutarou Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi.
ִ ࣪𖤐 More to come soon...
Updated ✩ Dec. 14th, 2023...
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blog intro !!!
heyy, my name is ri
i'm a writer and i used to post one-shots on here a couple years ago. i plan to write a bunch more with summer coming up!
some things abt me:
i'm a MINOR
i also do digital art, write my own fiction, poetry, etc.
my favorite color is green with purple as a close second
i'm 5'3
im also a hijabi
period that's it
#sirius black x reader#iwaizumi x reader#sirius black x reader fluff#tumblr writing community#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#across the spiderverse#writeblr#evan rosier x y/n#oc development
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