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katszumi · 4 months

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Part Two

“We won.” The words left Iwaizumi’s mouth. It was the second time he said it that week. Another win for Seijoh, leaving the other team completely defenseless. It was another easy win for them.

Another win, yet another loss in his book.

He promised himself that he’d confess to you after the game. Everyday, the words repeat in his head like a mantra. Everytime he sees you, he waits for the words to leave his mouth, but they don’t. They never do.

He hates himself for it. He wished that he could just grow up and say it. Iwaizumi knew there wasn’t much time before you both graduated, and you both knew that you’d separate after.

He wanted nothing more than to cherish this time with you.

He watched as your usual bright smile stretched across your face, eyes dancing and bleeding with pride. God, he never got tired of seeing that.

“I knew you could.” It was something he heard many times before, but he didn’t have a problem with it. No. He loved it. Loved that he had your support.

There were tons of people that supported him. He was in a powerhouse school so it wasn’t odd that there were lines of people cheering his name. Yet, he only heard you. Everytime you’d scream his name, your voice would echo in his head, telling himself to play even harder to guarantee the win that day.

He remembered you wearing his jersey once. Technically, it was ‘wear your favorite player’s jersey’ at Aoba Johsai. Mostly, it was Oikawa’s jersey that was spread throughout the school. Iwaizumi truly didn’t care that he didn’t see anyone wearing his, until he saw you.

There you were standing in the crowd alongside your two friends dressed in his jersey. He remembered how fast the heat crept up his neck, blooming across his face without warning. How rapid his heart was racing, causing him to stop in place and stare at you with a tilted head. He was shocked.

He remembered how Oikawa wrapped his shoulder around him with a crooked grin. They said nothing but from his posture Iwaizumi knew Oikawa was teasing him. Though, he didn’t care in that moment. He was too happy. Happy that you were there for him. Happy you even wore his jersey.

He remembered how Oikawa faked him into going on a date with you. Well, more of a study session. All of the third years made plans to study at the library, but it was only you and him that came. While you only saw this as ditching, Iwaizumi knew that they did this so he could confess.

He was such a blushy mess being alone and close to you. Especially when you asked for help on a specific problem, his hand lightly brushed against yours as he grabbed the pencil from you, his hand immediately recoiling back as he stuttered for words. You looked up at him and grinned muttering sorry. He didn’t know why you said it, but he nodded. That day he didn’t confess either.

He remembered finding you between two vending machines, crouched down and head into your knees. Your body was shaking as choked sobs parted your lips. Immediately, he kneeled down and asked you what was wrong but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even look up at him. Iwaizumi was unsure of what to do since he’s never been in a situation like this before. Besides, it was you. You were headstrong, it was strange to see you break down in school.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the feeling of two arms wrapping around his stomach and a head pressing into the crook of his neck ceased him from doing so. You cried into his neck, holding him tightly like he would slip away from your grasp. He thought it was selfish to be enjoying her touch like this, but only pure bliss filled his heart.

Turns out, your grades were slipping and it wasn’t guaranteed you were going to make it into university.

He remembered the wide smile that spread across your face when you aced a test that he helped you study. You took no time to engulf him into another tight hug. Iwaizumi stiffened at your touch. Unlike last time, your arms were around his neck. Your hand placed slightly below his nape. Hesitantly but surely, he placed his fit arms on your waist. For a moment he could’ve swore that you moved in closer, but he wasn’t so sure since he was focusing on not breaking down right there and then.

He remembered the first time he went inside your home. You were down with a fever, and your parents were at work. He took the day off to aid you, hoping for a quick recovery to get back at school. Your room was nothing like he expected. It was nice, and had a sweet scent.

You were embarrassed for having him see you so sick like, but he didn’t mind. You asked him how could he not be disgusted by your looks, he responded by saying you looked exactly like he always saw you. Disgusting, is what you replied with jokingly. Iwaizumi laughed with you, his heart aching with the familiar feeling he’s experienced before. More than ever, he wanted to tell you. But he just couldn’t.

He remembered the train ride home you two took that one day, not walking since it was pouring. Iwaizumi stood, holding onto the bar to keep himself balanced while you sat. You insisted for him to sit down with you since it was still a long way to go till you both got off, but he declined. He didn’t want to invade your privacy. The seat was mildly close to yours, it was definite that he’d accidentally touch you in a matter of time. He didn’t want to go through that embarrassment, nor the apologies.

After minutes of pestering, he finally sat down beside you, his legs relishing the relief he felt from standing all day. That day he learned more and more about you: your favorite animal, favorite food, favorite place, your plans after highschool, he learned it all. From the corner of his eye he noticed your head drooping, eyelids falling. In the nick of time, he caught your head from toppling over. Unsure of what to do with it, Iwaizumi did the most selfish thing he could— He placed it onto his shoulder.

Moments after, your hand found it’s way onto his. So much for ‘invading privacy’.

Finally, he remembered the solace in his heart when he heard you reject the rumors about you and Oikawa dating. You two were growing closer, leaving Iwaizumi as a grumpy, insecure mess. The practices were more tense than they usually were, all of the 1st and 2nd years confused as to who shifted the mood. The 3rd hears already knew, and they were sure why. The rumors had been going around for about a week so it wasn’t surprising that they heard of it.

Iwaizumi didn’t want to believe it, but Oikawa was the golden boy at the school, everyone fell for him. And Iwaizumi was just him. He knew there wasn’t much of a competition, he knew that you were going to pick him, and that’s why it hurt so much. He cried almost every night, refusing to speak to anyone at school or home. He also avoided you, making sure to take the longer routes to his classes and staying ten minutes after school just so you’d miss him and walk home by yourself.

But one day, there you were, waiting for him at the gates. You demanded for him to tell you why he was avoiding you, but he wouldn’t share. You kept hassling him hoping for something to slip out, and it did. In the most snarkiest way he replied with, “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” He pronounced boyfriend in the most mocking way, that it made you sneer. You laughed in his face, causing his heart to break even more. Iwaizumi turned around aiming to get as far away from you as he could, but you grabbed onto his hand before he could take a step. You instantly shot down his assumption, claiming that it was only a rumor, that you and Oikawa were friends and nothing more.

That day Iwaizumi felt like an idiot. He should’ve asked instead of recklessly jumping to conclusions and leaving you in the dust. It was unfair. Mentally, he cursed at himself for being so inconsiderate towards you. Only one thought entered his mind for the rest of the day: I should just confess already.

And here you are, shining your toothy smile at him, eyes ablaze with exhilaration nearly lighting the night sky itself. You were just so alluring. There was never a day where his heart stopped beating for you, where that same crimson blush stopped occuring, where he would try to find open spots in his day to spend with you. The feeling inside of him was overwhelming, the feeling coursed through his veins like it was his blood, like a drug he couldn’t live without. He wanted you. He needed you.

And like he was starved, his mouth opened before he could process anything.

“I love you.”

IWAIZUMI BRAINROT OH MY GOSH😫

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jemmacherry · 1 year

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Oikawa: We’re going to improve our relationships in this team by telling each other- Hanamaki: Mattsun, I would kill for you. Matsukawa, moved: Man, me too Kyoutani, looking at Yahaba: Weak. I have killed for you Yahaba: Oh. Well, I could probably kill for you too Oikawa, looking at Iwaizumi and waiting: Iwaizumi: Iwaizumi: Iwaizumi: Keep staring at me and I will kill you

#haikyuu #iwaoi #aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa toru #haikyuu!!#aoba jōsai #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #kyoutani kentarou #yahaba shigeru #matsuhana #kyouhaba #aoba josai #incorrect quotes #haikyuu incorrect quotes

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illarii · 9 months

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Note to Furudate

Oikawa is perfect for this scene😔😔 Twitter post

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f10werfae · 10 months

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O.K since your a fan of haikyuu could you write about Tōru Oikawa dating shy and sweet reader, who is their volleyball manager. headcanon if you want

Tōru Oikawa x Shy!Sweet!Reader

summary: Headcanon of Oikawa and Y/n’s relationship

Full Masterlist, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated

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♡ Oikawa first spotted shy!reader when she stumbled into the gymnasium holding a poster of theirs, which said they were looking for a new manager

♡ At first she was extremely shy, even finding it awkward to hand out their water bottles as their simple ‘thank yous’ would make her blush bright red. Oikawa would make it a mission to deliberately tease her by saying things like “You look extra pretty today Y/n, is that for me?”

♡ “Stop teasing me, it hurts” After a few months of endless teasing Y/n decided to confront Oikawa outside the gym after practice, she hated the fact that this brunette that she had grown to admire seemed to love making her uncomfortable. Almost as if he hated her. “What are you talking about? Can’t you see what i’m doing? Why I walk you home everyday after practice? The compliments I give you every second? You think i’m trying to hurt you”

♡ “Well that’s what it seems like” She muttered looking down, her shoes becoming the most interesting thing in the world. One of his hands planted by her head as he leaned in, their faces inches from each other, “Tell me Y/n, do you feel anything for me or am I being stupid?”

♡ When Y/n simply nodded her head, that was all it took for Oikawa to finally plant a sweet kiss onto her lips, her hands gripping onto the ends of his volleyball jacket. “Have I told you today, how pretty you look Y/n?”

♡ It was only a shock to the rest of the team when Oikawa and their shy!manager walked with their hands intertwined, her schoolbag over his other shoulder as he kissed her forehead tenderly with his hands cupping her face before they separated. With Oikawa going to the coach and Y/n starting her duties.

♡ “So I can sleepover tonight?” Oikawa would asking jokingly every single day on the walk home, only to be shocked one day when Y/n finally said he could; she swore his face grew redder with him practically speed walking to her home for a night full of cuddling and stolen kisses

♡ His fangirls weren’t necessarily as big a problem once they moved onto the other teammates such as Iwaizumi. Although on the odd occasion Y/n would find a girl flirting to Oikawa she’d stay hidden to hear him say things like, “Haven’t you seen how pretty my girlfriend looks today?” “Hey where did you get that bag? I think she’d like something like that”

♡At all his games he would whine and throw childish tantrums when she’d show up in assistant coach attire rather than his jersey which he gave. So the times she’d appear. wearing the number “1” he would howl up into the audience telling everyone that was his girlfriend and how proud he was of her. Showing her off even to the other teams, causing the likes of Nishinoya and Tanaka to wonder how the hell he managed to bag such a sweet girl.

♡ “Ok but you’re l not doing it right Y/nnn” He whined turning around, clearly not happy with Y/n’s abilities of being the bigger spoon, her body not being able to fully wrap around the lanky player. “It’s not my fault you’re tall” She would scoff turning around in his bed rolling her eyes, and like clockwork he would immediately snuggle into her bag, effectively making her the little spoon which honestly they both preferred.

♡ “Coach why can’t we share a room? Don’t you trust me?” Showing off his pretty eyes to his coach, he intertwined his fingers with Y/n’s as they sat in the lobby of the hotel they were staying at during the tournament away from home. Her suitcase already held in his hands, because funnily enough they decided to just share a suitcase to make it easier, and so they have no excuse but to share a hotel room.

♡ “I have something for you Tōru, I made it myself” Y/n beamed pushing over a food container to her boyfriend, the playing field was empty during lunch with everyone else rushing to get food from the canteen. “What is it? Did my pretty girlfriend make me food?” Giddily he unwrapped the cloth tied around it to reveal slices of his favourite milk bread, his holy grail.

♡ “Did you make anymore milk bread?” Oikawa would ask the next day, circling around his girlfriend as soon as she walked through the school gates, his smile widening when she handed him a whole loaf this time; his hand patted his stomach happily while his other arm wrapped around her shoulder affectionately. “I am definitely a lucky guy”

♡ “Hey pretty who are you? Oh wait that’s my girl” He would call out in the middle of the hallway, using it as another opportunity to show off his fairytale relationship

♡“I bought us something, pretty. Look, it’s like matching pyjamas but cute” Holding up two sets of pyjamas he watched her face lighten up, the both of them immediately cramming into the bathroom to get changed before indulging in one of their scheduled movie nights. Every Friday it was almost obligatory for them to spend the night together, wrapped in each other’s warmth because there was honestly no one else Oikawa would rather spend his time with, other than his pretty.

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psa: first time writing for haikyuu so…

library: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

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thehaikyuuzone · 6 months

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu official art #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani #aoba jōsai

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iinoruu · 1 year

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matsuhana 🩷

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #iinoruuart #digitalart #hq #fanart #hq fanart #art #matsuhana #matsukawa #hanamaki #aoba jōsai #oikawa #oikawa tooru

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sunfish-studies · 1 year

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Small Talk

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Yes, they were wondering about your almost nonexistent love live.

“Hey, [Nickname]-chan, I’ve been thinking about this really hard,” Oikawa drawled after swallowing his favorite milk bread, cheek resting on top of the desk.

“Knowing Oikawa is thinking hard, must be something stupid,” Hanamaki commented.

“Why did you say that so casually!?” sure enough, the slander managed to revive the captain from his slump–shooting out from his seat almost instantly.

Currently, it was lunch and the third years were hanging out at Iwaizumi and your class–pushing your desks together and pulled up a few chairs to accommodate five people at the same time. While you packed your own lunch and Oikawa brought his milk bread, the rest was taking a short journey to the cafeteria for food.

“I couldn’t help but agree,” Matsukawa added, hurting the boy’s pride even further.

“[Nickname]-chan!” of course, the best way for him to be out of this misery is to call out for your help.

“What is it?” you decided to indulge him this time because the captain seemed to be invested in this certain topic each minute passed.

Oikawa pointed at you before moving to gesture Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi along with him including. “You are surrounded by boys.”

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you answered nonetheless. “…I can see that.”

“A lot of boys for more than three years!”

“Well, I am the manager of the boys’ volley club if you forget.”

“What are you on about?” Iwaizumi deadpanned, not liking how this certain topic stretched out–the ‘ridiculous alarm’ in the back of his head was ringing, signaling that indeed this conversation went from least normal to weird in an alarming rate.

“Don’t you see, Iwa-chan!?” Oikawa gasped dramatically, pointing towards you in earnest. “[Nickname]-chan is surrounded by boys for more than three years! You bound to like some at some point! Why have I never heard about this!? I thought I’m your best friend!”

There’s a pregnant silence before Hanamaki broke it by remarking, “You really are a moron.”

Oikawa pressed a hand upon his chest, faking as if an arrow just stabbed through his heart–not believing this sort of betrayal. “I’m hurt Makki!”

“But he does have a point,” Matsukawa, with his saving grace, decided to take this into his account for once. He looked at you for a moment and hummed. “I mean, everyone has been through that phase somehow. Wanna share?”

“Thank you for making my point valid!” Oikawa harrumphed in triumph, which earned him a disgusted gaze from Iwaizumi.

You sighed in resignation, finally getting into conclusion. “To put it simple, you want to know about my nonexistent love life?”

“I’ve seen you getting confessed to by a senior so it’s not really nonexistent.” Hanamaki commented, pulling up a lazy smirk as he rested his chin on his palm–successfully dragged out another resigned sigh. And how did he even know that was beyond you.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Did you have a crush on someone during middle school!?” Oikawa exclaimed–the ruckus he caused managed to gather pairs of curious eyes diverting their gaze towards their table, and received a heartful smack on the back of his head courtesy of Iwaizumi.

“I did.” Your quick answer without a hint of hesitation made the four taken aback–definitely not expecting it. They were more ready with lots of stutter, reluctancy to reply, and flaming red engulfing your face as you confessed to them–the usual routine if someone ever dug other’s deepest secret.

“That was fast,” Matsukawa remarked, shoulders eased up a little. True, even though you’re practically under the spotlight of sudden interrogation you didn’t feel the need to be nervous or flustered–which kind of intimidated them a bit. Contrast to it, they were actually the ones who were tense with whatever answer you had in store–maybe this is what you called an anticipation.

They would declare themselves a hypocrite if not once they thought of you as someone who’s not attractive–considering you were getting attentions from others especially during official matches. They’re the opposite gender so of course they took it to their mind at some moment.

“So, who is it?” Hanamaki asked, rising a brow.

“Tooru.”

“…Please tell me you’re joking.” If short-circuiting is capable to happen in one’s brain, then Iwaizumi had that undoubtedly. You? Had a crush on Oikawa during middle school? At this moment, snowing in tropical regions would likely be more possible than your statement. Even Hanamaki and Matsukawa found themselves rendered speechless by your revelation.

“Sadly not,” all of his hope was crushed in an instant. You then directed a bored stare towards the said mentioned person. “To be honest, I’m questioning myself too. Do my taste really stooped that low?”

“Y-You’re mean, [Nickname]-chan!” Oikawa protested. “But it’s nice knowing my charms works on you!”

“Thank goodness you’ve opened your eyes for the truth, [First Name],” Matsukawa sighed in relief, incurring another series of protests from the brunette and a satisfied firm nod from Hanamaki.

“I’m assuming you’re not currently?” the pink-haired boy added which earned him a nod.

“I’m over it, it’s an old story after all,” You took a short second for swallowing before continuing, smiling playfully. “Knowing he’s vowed his unending loyalty to volleyball, I know when to back off.”

“You are a good person,” Hanamaki hummed in understanding. It’s difficult to recover from heartbreak or backing down from a certain feelings, you managed to do that for Oikawa earn another respect point from him. You thought of the brunette thoroughly unlike the girls he’s been with, you respect and fully support him instead of telling him to tone down his ambitions for aiming higher in volleyball.

“That, I can agree.” Unexpectedly, it came from the mentioned captain. His playfulness vanished as he moved to rested his chin on top of the desk. There’s solemn reflected on his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher; was it guilt?

“If you’re thinking on apologizing then don’t,” Stating firmly, you placed your chopsticks down to emphasized. Because there’s nothing for him to apologize. Not with things which wasn’t in his control to begin with. “I can’t choose to who to like, and it’s my own decision anyway. If I felt hurt, it’s on me. You’re not responsible for any of it, Tooru. Besides, either it’s romantic or not, I still love you.”

People would take it as cringe worthy or too dramatic in modern era such as currently. However, that’s how feelings worked; sometimes extremely hard to put into words, sometimes it didn’t even need to be vocalized. Your words held honesty–no matter what, you cared for Tooru, Hajime, and the others immensely.

“[Nickname]-channn!!” As usual, there’s fake waterworks involved as soon as Oikawa successfully comprehended. As usual, he bolted from his seat to threw himself on you. Though, you keep it to yourself when you took a notice on how his hug was firmer than the usual playful ones.

Then there were more hands joining in; one settled on your head, one resting on your shoulder, and a little finger intertwined itself with yours. It was quite a sight to see, but you couldn’t care less.

You love your boys.

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xenclev · 9 months

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Minors are not to engage. 18+ content.

What's the equivalent of cockwhore but for pussy?

Cunnywhore? Pussywhore?

Idk, but that's what Oikawa is. No one would be able to tell that the Oikawa Tōru becomes absolutely pussydrunk as soon as he gets his hands on you. His fingers mindlessly playing with the damp cloth of your panties before he leans down to breathe in your scent. He can't control the way his eyes roll to the back of his head or the moan his throat releases. He doesn't have the patience to completely remove them, so he pushes the fabric to the side. Before you– or he– can think, his tongue is flattened between your folds, licking a stripe up from your hole to your sensitive nub. The groan he lets out is loud and erotic, like the taste of you nearly has him on verge of cumming. After that, his mouth works you closer and closer to the edge, sucking, kissing, and tongue swirling. He doesn't stop once you've reached the peak either, nor does he stop when you're met with your 4th orgasm. No, it's not until you're ambushed by the intense feeling of another climax quickly approaching that you push his head away. When he feels his mouth leave your warmth, he whines, low and needy, and begs for you to let him continue to taste you. He doesn't care if he's rock solid and fully dressed, he doesn't care that your thighs are shaking from overstimulation; he just wants his lips against your lower ones. This man is so desperate for it, so pretty. His thick lashes lining his heavy-lidded gaze, a rosey tint dusting the areas of his tanned skin that can be seen, the brown, fluffy locks atop his head falling just shy of his pretty face drawn into a pitiful expression.

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glittter-gel · 1 year

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oikawa: "you disrespect me, you disrespect my family *points at the rest of seijoh* you call us stinky poopy babies, you punch my wife *points at iwaizumi* you kicked my baby *points at kindaichi* YOU KICKED MY FUCKIN BABY *points at kunimi* you ate our dog *points at kyōtani* you ate our house *points at makki*"

#i dont know #dont ask😭#ALSO ITS MY DADS BIRTHDAY 😋🤪#haikyuu!!#hq #seijoh #aoba jōsai #oikawa tōru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x oikawa #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwaoi #oiiwa #hanamaki takahiro #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kyoutani kentarou

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sleepskie · 8 months

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Starboy Hanamaki...

#hanamaki #takahiro hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #makki #hq hanamaki #haikyuu hanamaki #seijoh #seijoh 4 #aoba jōsai #aoba johsai #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fanart

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mitskiplier · 9 months

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it’s 2023 and i am STILL thinking about filipino iwa

#everybody moved on i stayed there #filipino iwa #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!!#haikyu #aoba jōsai #aoba johsai #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq #iwaoi

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rjhpandapaws · 4 months

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High King

Oikawa Tooru

12.30.23

#pandassketchbook #colored pencil #ink #traditional art #Oikawa Tooru #tooru oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa #aoba jousai oikawa #aoba josai oikawa #aoba johsai oikawa #aoba jousai #aoba jōsai #aoba johsai #haikyuu #haikyuu art #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu!!

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youmarin · 15 days

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Stormy Weather | Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader

Part 1/1 Word Count: 5,380 hq!! ML

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader. Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader, Matsukawa Issei x Reader, Oikawa Tooru x Reader (all platonic), Seijoh Boys's Volleyball Club

angst, fluff, comedy (me trying to write funny stuff for funsies)

tw: swearing (not as much. I think.), brief suicide mention (just one time like in passing).

Iwaizumi Hajime is on his way to school. He’s way more than early and has plenty of time to get to morning practice but he takes quick strides under the morning twilight, slightly chilly breeze brushing upon his cheeks making them rosy, and he buries his face in the collar of his jacket.

It’s honestly way too early for some. Exclusively for you, since you aren't a morning person at all. When he makes it to Aoba Johsai grounds and the gymnasium comes into view he thinks you might’ve slept over the early morning and are finally coming to school later like you actually should do. He sighs in relief. His fellow third year and team captain, Oikawa, notices him and greets him animatedly. A couple of the others are already inside too. Some of his teammates remind him of you. They are still sleepy, Makki yawning while he starts stretching and he swears Kunimi still has the outline of his bedsheets stamped on his face. Kyōtani is grumpy - well, he mostly looks like that so it is hard to tell the cause sometimes. - and his friend Mattsun also looks like he would appreciate a couple more hours of slumber.

“Ah, there she is.” He hears the dreaded words and tenses. Oikawa near him tries to hide his amusement and he hears a few snickers around.

“HAJIMEEE!” he turns slightly and spots you sprinting towards him (you threw your bookbag somewhere along the run and it lands with a loud thump! near a wall of the gym and a few cracks are heard from the contents inside.That bookbag has had a rough life.) Iwaizumi braces himself as you jump on his back happily and he’s quick to hold you, carrying you piggyback style, arms under your thighs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him. “Good morning!” You kiss his red dusted cheeks due to all the attention you’re getting on the both of you and your actions. “Morning, guys!”

There’s a chorus of the guys replying to you. They’re always entertained with the situation. The volleyball club doesn't have a manager (officially, at least) but you basically occupy the position dropping by every morning and sometimes in the afternoon too when you were free. Some fans of the team would drop by too but mostly just in the afternoons. So in that way, they’ve grown used to these interactions. They’ve warmed up to you as a person too and are grateful for your help and support. Even if it might be all because of your love for the ace.

“You’ve got to stop coming here this early.” Iwaizumi entertains himself by looking up at the ceiling, hoisting you up a little as you begin to slip down, not a bit uncomfortable by your weight. Then he catches on to what he’s doing and helps you get off him. You’re standing in front of him in a second.

“But it makes me happy to come see you.” You pout. You’re oblivious of how some of the other boys whine wishing they had a girl be as happy as you to see them. “Aren’t you happy to see me too?”

“It’s- It’s alright.” Iwaizumi is still flustered, then continues to reprimand you. “And you shouldn’t be calling me Hajime, or kissing me.” Even it doesn’t feel wrong.

“Right. I’m sorry.” you look down, biting your lip, fidgeting with your hands behind your back. “Sorry, Iwaizumi.” He nods, but he’s already frustrated knowing you’ll most likely forget about it by later.

Still, you don’t let his rejection keep your mood down for long, “I’ll get my things and get started around here.” You say with another bright smile, and return your steps to retrieve your forsaken, beaten up bag.

“You’re so mean, Iwa-chan”, Oikawa told him later on during practice. “Honestly, you should be grateful a girl is interested in you. I know I tend to steal the spotlight.” That earns the captain a smack to the back of his head and glares from a couple of the others near him.

“I appreciate it, but I don’t like her that way.” Iwaizumi answers uncomfortably, stealing a glance at you as you watch his fellow teammates do their drills.

“Have you tried telling her that?” Mattsun joins the conversation.

“Yes. But I feel bad and end up giving in to whatever she’s on about at the moment.” He scratches the back of his neck and grimaces. “Also, isn’t it obvious?”

“Maybe not to her. Love is blind and all that shit.” Makki adds.

“You should tell her upfront and stop leading her on. It’s going to be worse for her.” The captain finishes and leaves Iwaizumi reflecting on his words. Maybe his friends were right. Your intentions might be so pure and honest you hadn’t caught on that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

And now he’ll have to break your heart.

After practice was over, he had showered and changed into his school uniform, he made haste to find you and get over with it even though he wasn’t sure yet what to say and how to word it best to soften the blow and let you down slowly.

Entering the classroom, he saw your bag on your seat but you were nowhere to be seen. There was a note on your desk. He flipped it over.

“Y/L/N: Please meet me in the garden by the tree with the white flowers.”

He put the note back where it was and rushed out towards where the note said. And there you were, coming to stand in front of a boy. A second year maybe? He clearly was about to confess to you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other all fidgety and flustered.

Hajime stood hidden at a safe distance but close enough to listen. What was he doing? He was eavesdropping on you. This wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing but his feet had guided him there. He stopped berating himself when he heard your voices.

“IwantedtotellyouthatIthinkyou'resoprettyandifyou’renotinterestedinanyoneelsewouldyouconsiderme?” He blurted out in one breath, seemingly having rehearsed that one sentence in advance until it was ingrained into his mind. “Dating… Me?”

Somehow, in a way Iwaizumi couldn’t comprehend, you understood what the boy had said. “You think I’m pretty. Me.” You sounded dumbfounded by that for some reason. He hoped it wasn’t because you really hadn’t noticed how pretty you really were.

“I mean,sure, you could put a little more effort on your looks at school and you always have dark circles under your eyes. Are you sleeping well?” He was straying off topic very badly. “But! We’ve run into each other outside school and you look clean up nicely.” Now, Hajime would’ve found that funny if something about that information and truly about the whole ordeal didn’t sit right with him.

He heard your laugh. “Well, thank you for your honesty.” You hesitated a little afterwards, “I’m flattered, really, but I’m sorry I… I got someone else I like.”

“That Iwaizumi guy from the volleyball club, right?” So, he had shot his shot knowing that the odds weren’t in his favor anyway.

No response but he knew the answer. He figured you nodded by how the boy continued. “I should work out more. A lot of the girls are always fawning over his arms. The boys are all jealous.” You laughed again and the boy did too.

“It’s not just about his strong arms. I just think he’s beautiful. And,” You went on for a bit but then looked up to the boy, who seemed rather amused instead of upset by being turned down, and caught onto what you were saying. “I’m sorry!” You apologized with a deep vow, embarrassed of your slip up in front of a boy who had just confessed to you. Only you could stand there rambling about the guy you actually liked right on his face. You were down bad.

Iwaizumi felt his face grow hotter. This was wrong. He’d heard too much, so he stalked away, not listening to the rest of the conversation.

Come third period and you doze off, head resting on your desk and part of your hair covering your face. A line of drool was dripping out of your mouth. Very pretty, indeed. Iwaizumi laughed to himself as he stared at you and stopped himself before reaching over and brushing your hair away. The teacher let you napping during lectures slide just because you always made up for it by getting excellent grades. He seemed more affected by it than you as he caught himself staring at you from time to time.

Then at lunch, your energy was fully charged again. “Haji-! Iwaizumi.” You cleared your throat, catching yourself. He noticed your efforts. “Want me to buy you something at the cafeteria?”

“No thanks.” He rejected. He didn’t like you spending your money on him.

But lunch was a funny topic between the four third years. Was it during their first year? You had taken the initiative to bring lunch to Iwaizumi. It was so obvious you meant it especially for him even though you brought an extra one and offered it to the others to share. You were so shy and nervous, Iwaizumi thought you were really cute and couldn’t say no. Who knows how much effort it took you to make it, and much more to give it to him.

Later when lunch hour arrived and they went to eat, Makki called for bids first but was shot down by Oikawa. “Y/n-chan meant it for Iwa-chan.”

“It looks good.” He brought the food to his mouth and the others witnessed as their friend turned a little pale, then a little green but still gulped the mouthful down. He scrunched his nose. “Don’t-” he coughed, and reached for his drink. “Don’t eat that.”

“Damn. It can’t be that bad.” Makki ignored his friend’s advice. No better way to learn than going through it yourself. Makki’s face grew pink as he started to laugh in the middle of a coughing fit. “It’s terrible.”

“Why are you still eating it?!” Mattsun, eyes so big it looked comical as he stared scandalized at his friend, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes while finishing the food.

Before practice that day, you arrived at the gym. The first thing Iwaizumi noticed was your red rimmed eyes.

“Hey,” he started carefully, “You okay?” Then, he fucked up. “Ah, thanks for lunch. It was very good.”

Your lower lip wobbled and the dam broke. You started bawling your eyes out in front of everyone. Pathetic, right? You’ll think about it later and it will haunt you for the rest of your days.

Everyone’s expression ranged from concern, surprise and well, hilarity (Makki was crying too, laughing uncontrollably at you while Mattsun smacked him trying to hold his own laughter and Oikawa rushed towards a frantic Iwaizumi trying to figure out how to calm you down.)

Iwaizumi’s stomach was not harmed, though it is not so certain about his taste buds. Makki got food poisoning and had to skip school the next day.

To this day, you are still trying to learn how to cook.

“Cool. Does the offer apply only to him or…?” Hanamaki, having come in from his own classroom, asked shamelessly.

“Yes.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m kidding. What do you want?”

“Yes! Free food. Oh, I’ll go with you.” He ignored the glare Iwaizumi sent him.

“Bring me something too!” Mattsun yelled after the two, receiving an On it! from you as a response, seeing you walk away with his best friend. “What?” he asked, the ace’s unhappy stare now on him.

The sky was dark with swelling clouds in the evening as practice came to an end and everyone gathered up, hurrying to head home before they decided to burst.

“Let’s walk home together.” You offered to Iwaizumi, “I know you always forget your umbrella. Plus I got a new one.” By new one, you meant one of his from another day you had walked home together. You didn’t forget yours. They just tended to break. But that one you had managed to keep safe.

He thought about it. He’d been meaning to talk to you all day but the chance never presented itself. “Okay.” He saw your smile grow as you counted your victory and his resolve almost dropped.

As you began your walk, it started to rain down. You raised your arm carrying the umbrella high above your heads to keep you and Iwaizumi covered. He had given up on trying to hold it himself. You seemed pretty happy doing it.

The rain shower was okay until the wind picked up too, sending a chill up your arms and you shuddered.

“Y/L/N…” he started as you got closer to his house, before your paths diverted.

“I keep telling you, you can call me by my first name.” a small smile shone through. “The others don’t mind. Oikawa started to do so before I had to tell him anything.”

“Y/L/N,” he repeated, sounding more serious and you stopped walking. He had done so too. You turned to face him, “This has to stop.”

“What do you mean?” It was harder to look into your eyes, seeing you were genuinely confused, but he forced himself sternly. Why did it have to be him?

“Everything! I don’t like it. I don’t like you.” Seeing the sudden pang of hurt in them sent an uncomfortable, almost painful jab to his chest. “All the time.You’re too much.”

Your eyes get shinier, heavier with tears, like the droplets of rain gathered in the clouds above. But you put in all your efforts in trying not to spill them. Not in front of him. You choked in a painful, almost pitiful sound that tried to escape your throat. “Okay.” Was your meek response.

He didn’t think he’d ever hear your voice sound like that. It sounded foreign to his ears, yet he swallowed back the disagreeable feeling it brought him, “Okay.”

“I should probably give this back then.” You grabbed his hand and returned the umbrella to its owner before you plunged yourself under the rain, your tears starting to blend with it. He suddenly wishes he hadn’t spoken watching you blur away while he stays back, powerlessness fixing him in place.

The storm lasted all through the night and next morning early again, light rain was still falling. He enters the gym after changing into his shorts and t-shirt for practice and before he knows it, it is about to start.

“It’s weird that senpai hasn’t shown up.” he hears Kunimi say to Kindaichi, referring to you. The third years silently agree and throw not so subtle glances at Iwaizumi.

“She got tired of waiting for Iwaizumi and abandoned the rest of us.” Yahaba says.

Kindaichi shuts him up fearing the third years are listening, then adds quietly. “She wouldn’t do that.”

“Oi, didn’t you two walk home together yesterday?” Mattsun asks Hajime. “Did she get home okay?”

“Yeah…” He debated for a while if he should text you last night after your conversation but when he finally did, you hadn’t answered. Didn’t even read it. “She’s not answering my texts.”

“Did you talk to her?” Oikawa guessed. By Iwaizumi’s expression he could tell he had done it.

“No way.” Makki chuckled dryly, clearly lacking humor. It sounded like a sad movie scene. “Out of all the times you chose to turn her down while it was pouring rain. That’s so messed up.”

“Even I feel like shit.” Mattsun agreed with a grave nod.

“You guys said I should do it!” Why were they all ganging up on him now?

“It wouldn’t have cost you to read the room a bit and wait a little longer.”

“I didn’t want to in the first place! I panicked!”

“You panicked.” Mattsun more like stated, slowly, “You. You did.” While they figured out what to do with their usually collected friend, that gave him time to go back and repeat the words he had said to you in his head. He slid a hand down his face and up again through his hair, messing it up a bit.

“And what exactly did you tell her?” There it was.

“You fucked up so bad didn’t you?”

Makki almost groans after he repeats the exact words he had thrown at you last evening.

To their surprise, you showed up for class later. There’s still some time before the bell rings so they’re hanging in the hall when they see you. Iwaizumi falters and stops abruptly on his tracks. You send a weak smile at the three other boys and try your best to act like Iwaizumi is not right there beside them, walking past them on your way to the classroom. Something feels so off. He’s usually greeted with your smile (and a little bit of brute force). And to no one’s surprise you had definitely been crying.

For now they think it’s better to give you some space.

At lunch break, Makki and Mattsun’s figures appear under the door frame. The former seemed to look for someone and then he remembers. “Where is she?”

“Cafeteria.” Oikawa answers while Iwaizumi keeps eating his lunch silently.

“You wanna come?” He hears Makki ask Mattsun and then both disappear after you. Makki’s clearly a bit irritated with the ace.

Both boys find you eating lunch at a table at the cafeteria, alone.

“Hey,” the strawberry blond smiles at you, taking a seat in front of you while Mattsun takes one by your side. “You brought your own lunch?” Matsukawa tries to hide his concern after he also notices it. You nod.

“Did your mom make it?” The raven color haired boy hopes.

“I made it. Though she guided me through it.” Your mom gets closer to a mental breakdown every time you get near the kitchen. It should be considered a skill your immense lack of skill.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” Makki reaches for your lunchbox.

“It’s actually good this time.” You say throwing them an offended look and they're glad to see that dead aura leave you for a few seconds, yet still a bit unsure about your statement. “I’m not going to kill myself because of a boy."

Makki snatches some of your food and tries it. Just to be sure. He already knows what’s the worst that can happen. His eyes go wide, pleasantly surprised. “You can cook!” At that you actually chuckled, making him do so too. Then Mattsun also steals some of your food.

“At least something good came out of me making a fool of myself for years.” And just like that the happy spark dies. You push your food aside and look down, trying to hide your tears as your vision gets blurry.

“Hey, no,no,no.” Makki is tilting your head up while Mattsun awkwardly brushes a hand through your hair trying to comfort you. “You know you can ugly cry in front of us.”

A hiccup keeps you from answering, then, “Don’t I look pretty when I cry?”

“Nope.” He says just to bother you. You laugh again but then you actually start crying and Mattsun hugs you. “There it is.”

Next day, the bell rings and as he walks inside, Iwaizumi’s eyes are looking for you, then asking out loud, “Hasn’t Y/L/N arrived yet?”

“She’s not here?” That boy who’s always fighting with you over perfect attendance turns around and it’s just as surprised when he sees your empty seat. “Huh. I wonder why she’s not here.” he mumbles.

As class is about to start, Mattsun comes by.

“Matsukawa, why aren’t you in your homeroom?” The teacher sighs.

“Our teacher didn’t come today.”

“By the way, can we split our group and take your class now?” Makki said, popping behind the middle blocker. Now that would sound strange coming from him but he was just looking for a way to get over with classes sooner.

“Hold on. That’s not why we’re here, stupid.” Mattsun scolded and headed over to their teacher to tell them the reason for your absence. You had catched a bad cold. The image of you under the rain taunted him and the guilt didn’t take long to eat away at him.

The days kept moving all the same. There was afternoon practice, some supporters (mostly from Oikawa’s considerable fan club) showed up for a while, but no you. Walking back home, there was no you with your exciting chatter about whatever thing had your interest now, whether it was about that book you were reading, or that tv show you’d told him about or a new song from your favorite artist. No texts asking if he got home safe. And the same thing the next morning, the next afternoon, the day next. From what he’d heard from your mutual friends, it might take you a few more days to get back. He’d found himself missing all of it more than he ever thought he would. Which in turn made him the more confused.

“Iwa-chan. That crease between your brows will become permanent. I don’t think it will suit you.”

“Shut up.” He turned his face away from the brunette and faced the window, scowling even deeper if possible. His head was resting over his folded arms on his desk.

“Did you eat something bad?” Even that stupid question made him think of you. He groaned.

Then enter the tall, dark haired boy and the strawberry blond, the latter laughing at something in his phone and showing it to Mattsun.

“Are you still pestering y/n?” That was Mattsun. As if he hadn’t joined earlier. Iwaizumi perked up at the mention of your name.

“Let that poor girl rest.”

“She’s fine, see?” He turned his screen to show Oikawa a picture of you, still smiling softly at the camera, the tip of your nose pink, same as your cheeks. You look a little sleepy too.

“We have a groupchat. Why is she always sending stuff to you?”

“Jealous much?”

“What is up with him?” Mattsun noticed Iwaizumi, trying but failing to subtly steal a glance at Makki’s phone.

“He’s brooding.”

“I’m not brooding.”

Oikawa ignored him. “Thinking too hard for his own capacity.”

“Are you looking for a fight?”

“That’s what you might be good at. But why don’t you tell us what are you so upset about?”

“I told you I’m not upset. I’m just…” he brushed a hand through his hair, exasperated. “I just don’t get it. I said what I said to her because I was sure that was how I felt,”

But why do I miss it all so much? He wanted to add.

“How do I fix this?” He asked, looking so helpless and lost as they had ever seen him.

Makki sighed, “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to deal with anything about you anymore,” Very supportive of him, “But unfortunately she likes you a lot.”

“Do you really like her or you just miss the attention?” It was low blow after low blow. He kinda deserved it. Very much.

“I think what they’re trying to say is that you really need to be sure about what you feel if you don’t want to fuck up even worse.”

But when you got back you avoided him like the plague. The contrast was impressive; how you were able to shower someone with affection but when it wasn’t desired you'd sneak around and away with such an ability. He still didn’t know how to approach the topic best, considering how bad that had ended before.

Then you started going back to help during practice, even during the mornings.

“Told you.” Kindaichi elbowed Yahaba, regarding with full admiration at his senpai.

Makki hummed contentedly, “Long time no see you around these premises.”

“Sorry I bailed on you, guys.” You apologized to the rest of the team but they told you you had nothing to worry about. Meanwhile you felt Iwaizumi’s stare burning into you. Was he uncomfortable with you being back? Panic started to bubble up inside you. You weren’t obliged to be there anyway. “Captain. A word?” You squeaked out and before Oikawa could question this new odd behavior of yours you were pulling him away from the group.

Iwaizumi tilted his head observing the interaction. Oikawa threw him a quick glance before he directed a smile at you and you were nodding, looking unsure.

“Okay, everyone, let’s start!” The setter walked over to him and patted his back, then whispered, “Talk to her.”

Light started to fade away as signs of a storm rolled in. It was time to finish for the day.

“Where is she?”

“What? Ah, she just left- Wait- Wait until I tell you where she is! Jeez. She said she left something behind in homeroom.”

Iwaizumi made a run for the classroom and slid open the door. Empty. All these days he didn’t know why he had bothered to fix his hair for the countless times he’d ended brushing his hands through it out of frustration and messing it up. He was messing up a lot lately.

He sprinted his way towards the school entrance just in time to see you stop in your tracks as it started to rain outside. Of course, he had your new umbrella. And he never brought one.

You turned around hearing the flurry of steps headed towards you and there he was, arms dropping at his sides as he gasped, his lungs desperately trying to recover some air. Iwaizumi saw your eyes go wide and for a moment it was like he was able to see every single one of your movements before they reached completion.

“Wai-” You dashed outside and away. Damn. Were you scared of him now?

He groaned in protest before he started to run after you, “YOU’RE GOING TO GET SICK AGAIN!” He managed to say. You kept running like your life depended on it, as if you didn’t hear him. Maybe you didn’t because of the downpour that suddenly surrounded you. “OR BREAK SOMETHING,” he tried speaking between hurried breaths, “IF YOU FALL!”

He grabs hold of one of your upper arms, making you stop and turn around. “You’re pretty damn fast for someone who hates to exercise.” a deep breath, “But I’m faster.”

You wanted him to let go and keep running, but his grip was firm and even if he did let go, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to look away from his eyes. Iwaizumi was staring at you with a new intensity that had your feet rooted to the ground.

“Why are you doing this?” After he tells you to stay away, he chases after you. And now he’s looking stupidly handsome even though he’s soaked from head to toe, his spiky hair pushed down by the heavy droplets that keep falling on you. And his plain t-shirt from practice is sticking to his body - you’re thankful he’s casted a spell on you and can’t break eye contact, you think, in fear of staring-. Somewhere else in the back of your mind, an annoying voice tells you you probably look as if a stray cat had taken a bath.

“I can’t take back what I said.” He starts, “I wish I could because I didn’t mean them that way. And then I realized I didn’t mean them at all.”

That doesn’t enlighten you at all. “What do you mean? You…You mean you still want to be friends?”

“We can’t be friends.”

“Okay, you’re being really confusing right now-”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Please,” He knew, but he was trying, “Let me talk before I go crazy.”

You shut up, and listened as he started talking,“I like when you smile at me in the mornings even though you hate to be up early. I like how cute you look while you nap during class and I hope that doesn’t sound creepy at all. And when you tried to make lunch for me and it was so, so bad, but I still ate it because you made it. I like walking home with you and learning about the things you like. I liked all of it and I regret so much saying it was too much because I know it hurt you when it wasn’t even true. I didn’t know how I felt about you because I thought your feelings for me were stronger than mine for you. Because you’re so open about them compared to me. But I like you just the same way, and I’ve missed you these past couple of weeks so much.” He took in a deep breath, then let it out, shuddering, partly because of the cold rain shower, partly for what he was about to say next. “I totally get it if I ruined my chances. I did it to myself. Even though it’s going to hurt like hell knowing I could’ve had you.”

The boy of your dreams was right in front of you, baring his heart and pouring all his feelings out. You should feel ecstatic, overflowed with joy. And you are, warmth seeping in and settling on your chest all while goosebumps crawl on your skin from the chilly weather. And though it is obvious you are, there is some uncertainty in how you look at him and Iwaizumi sees it. He feels something close to desperation even though he knew mending the damage he’d inflicted couldn’t be so easy.

“Is that how you really feel?”

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this.” And you know he wouldn’t.

You lift a hesitant hand to his face and cup his cheek, brushing your thumb gently over it. It feels just as cold as your fingertips. For a moment you’re worried he’ll fade away. Your other hand closes around the front of his shirt and pulls him down into a kiss. He lets out a whimper, surprised by your actions, but he returns the kiss right away. He wonders how he could have been so long without this. Then it is over. So, so, soon. You break away for air but he wants more and this time he kisses you.

When you pull away for the second time, your eyes meet his, “I had to do that.” And he totally understands.

“Would you give me a little more time?”

Though you’re not totally rejecting him, it still stings. But he can do that. He nods fervently, “Yes.”

You’re holding one of his hands and give it a light squeeze, then continue your way home walking this time.

He’s sure this in no way resembles the way you were heartbroken that day, he remembers Makki’s words. It was really messed up.

It was Iwaizumi’s turn to be sick. But unlike you, he recovers faster, back in shape after some bed rest and 3 days out. Oikawa nags at him for being so careless as to run in the rain. He has his suspicions about what happened but doesn’t push him for details. You’re doing better. And though the spiky haired boy looks to be awaiting for something eagerly and seems to stop breathing every time you look at him, he’s doing alright too.

Then it came a sunny morning against a bright blue sky. Iwaizumi was chatting with the captain about an upcoming match when he heard someone arriving into the gym. He turned around and sure enough there you were with Makki, whom you’d ran into on your way there. You stood there staring at each other as if in a frozen picture frame. Only melting when you smiled at him just like only you could do. He blushed but opened his arms wide as you shrugged your bag off - Makki letting out a puff of air after catching the heavy thing out of reflex, saving it from another disgrace- and made a run for it and jumped, legs wrapping around his waist as you hugged him while he kept a strong, safe grip on you.

Fin.

A/N: Hello! I share with you dear reader my first Iwaizumi fic! I had the idea not too long ago and finally started shaping it into words on Wednesday evening, then continued Thursday afternoon/evening, Friday and editing/proofreading today (probably did a poor job at proofreading cuz my brother came home to visit and he distracts me all the time. And that’s why it took me longer to post it). This was a bit complicated to write because I didn’t want the fluff ending to feel baseless, as if Iwaizumi’s feelings bloomed out of nowhere just because reader wasn’t giving her undivided to him, yk? I hoped I achieved that. And that the ending transitioned smoothly? And wasn’t abrupt. Honestly I was just about to finish it after Iwa confessed and they kissed but I wanted him to suffer a bit lol. Oh and Makki being besties with reader . I just loved it. Reader is like sister #3 (like his # too <3). Also it’s been raining for the past two weeks so maybe that’s why it rained so much in this story lol. Let me know what you think, what aspects you liked, if any. Likes, rbs and comments are always appreciated. Enjoy your reading and check out my hq!! ml for more! - Youmarin

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