#iwiazumi x gn!reader

[luvring]

sitting on the grass, thinking of kissing you

timeskip iwaizumi x gn!reader | 1.3k words of casual conversation on the front yard of some unexplained party, and implied feelings with no resolution! :3

“what’re you doing out here?”

a breeze is the first to welcome you when you step outside, leaving goosebump trails down your back and arms. somewhere behind you, someone cheers at a song change, and the bass rumbles beneath your half-on shoe as you let the old screen door squeak and bounce shut.

hajime doesn’t look up from his spot next to the driveway. he only downs more of his drink and swirls the can in his right hand, bracelet on his wrist falling to his watch. “sitting. drinking.”

“mm, very eventful.” you awkwardly shuffle so your shoe fits over your heel, and he moves to spread his jacket beneath him, making space so you can avoid the wet grass.

it's quieter outside—the crowded singing and laughter of the house party muffled. it's easier to focus on the wind whistling through branches or sparse traffic that passes through the neighbourhood.

you look to the other side of the cul-de-sac, where hajime’s gaze seems to bore a hole in the trees. “think you missed ‘staring off into the dark abyss’ on your list?”

hajime hums. “it’s at least a dimly lit abyss.”

rolling your eyes with a snort, you find your place beside him. “whatever.”

the sun has fallen well below the horizon, dark sky showing no signs of the earlier pink-purple sunset. yet it's barely colder than it was this morning, and you haven't been in school in ages, but nostalgia trickles into your veins at the feeling of summer starting again. even now, you can spot a hare making its way down the sidewalk, and you smile.

hajime lifts his drink to his lips again, and you watch his adam’s apple bob as he tilts his head back. a drop rests at the corner of his lips when he’s done. you prod, “is there a reason you’re staring into the dimly lit abyss?”

he taps the side of the can. “just thinking.”

“about?”

“nothing.”

“nothing?” you deadpan and reach to wipe the corner of his mouth. it prompts him to look at you for the first time since you came to find him. “like, nothing nothing, or something nothing?”

poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his eyes flicker from your thumb to your lips, back and forth, as you pull your hand away. but then you look up at him expectantly, and his stare returns to the drink he really doesn’t even like that much, but will at least keep him occupied for a few more minutes.

“i’m supposed to go grocery shopping tomorrow, but they close early on sundays and i have to drop off some shit last minute at tetsuro’s and talk about next week’s schedule—”

“oh my god, hajime,” you laugh and tilt your head at him. “it’s a party and you’re sitting on the grass outside thinking about your sunday chores?”

he shoots you a look. “you asked.”

“and curiosity killed the cat.”

“but satisfaction brought it back?”

you elbow his side. “yeah, well, no satisfaction this time, mr. sunday groceries.”

a stray gust blows against you, colder than the ones before it, and your arms move to wrap around your middle. hajime’s lips drop to a frown. “where’s your jacket?”

“i dunno, on the couch? in the closet?” 

you’d rather not tell him it’s sitting on a bed, currently being used by 4 people you barely know beside their names playing truth or dare, and you picked finding him over facing them.

“you don’t—okay, just, you can use mine.” he grabs the denim from beneath you, but you wrap your hand around his wrist.

“are you joking? i’m not making us sit on cold, wet grass. this is a new outfit.”

but wind pushes again, and the collar of hajime’s button-up—which you only now notice has been unbuttoned at the top—hits the side of his neck. you mutter a curse, and he moves to wrap his arm around you, tucking you into his chest.

warmth seeps through your clothes, and you bury yourself deeper in it, in him. it’s half unfamiliar, but not unwelcome as he blocks the brunt of the wind, and your cheek rests against his collarbone, something you try to ignore swelling and filling your chest.

“you love making things difficult, don't you?” he murmurs.

“of course. my favourite pastime is inconveniencing as many people as possible at once,” you mumble, breath fanning back against you.

hajime’s thumb rubs your hip, keeping his question of “what’re you doing out here then, ‘inconvenience’?” a joke about someone that was anything but.

you halfheartedly shrug—stomping feet, phone flashlights, and a couple making out in the kitchen, one looking uncannily like the friend holding you, leaving footsteps in your memory. “needed some fresh air, i guess. couldn’t find you, either. missed you.”

his thumb stops.

“also,” you pause with it, just long enough so belted lyrics can roll out the door to your spot on the grass. “they’re so fucking loud, dude.”

hajime laughs, and you feel it as clearly as you hear it. then he picks up the motion against your hip once again. “that’s what happens when they get a hold of shoyo’s throwback playlist.”

the sound of a window sliding open catches your attention, and the previously muffled 2010’s music becomes clearer— “it’s hot as fuck in here, is there a fan?”

“come t’the backyard!”

“the fuck? who ate the last slice of pepperoni?” both of you snicker at atsumu’s question, feelings of betrayal clear in his voice, even from here. 

your fingers play with the trim of hajime’s shirt, and his are splayed to keep you warm. “if someone calls the cops we’ll be the first to answer out here.” you bump him with your head. “do you wanna talk to the cops?”

“god, no,” he sighs and rests his cheek on your head. you feel him nod at something nearby. “we can hide in that bush.”

the bush in question, you’re pretty sure, is the neighbour’s, though sitting on the border of the properties, maybe it could be a shared thing. the two solo cups sitting at its bottom will be yours to clean up anyway.

you gasp and pull away to look at your temporary windbreaker, a hand over your heart. “you? hiding from the authorities? no way.”

hajime raises a brow, playful smirk pulling at corner of his lips. “you think i won’t dive into a bush?”

“i’m not doubting your athletic ability to get stabbed in the eye and ass with branches, loser. but i think if the cops found us in a bush, we’d look like college students looking for a shitty, secret make out spot.” you point out, smoothing his shirt where your head rested, hand probably cold as it runs across his chest.

but he makes no remark of the temperature, and it’s only when your pinky crosses fabric and finds skin that hajime’s breath hitches beneath you.

you look up at him, the same time chanting starts inside the house as the wind picks up.

maybe if it was earlier in the evening, you could brush aside his flushed cheeks for the sun’s work, pressing warm red into his skin. the near empty drink in his hand seems like it’d be the next best culprit if it wasn’t for the way his eyes seem untrained for contact, making stops on their way to meet yours.

hajime bites the inside of his mouth, offering a smile that sits unnaturally on his face, more out of expectation than humour. it’s a weak comfort, his eyes soon choosing the trees on the other side of the cul-de-sac over you.

he brings his drink to his lips, other hand still against your side, and you think you might've hit a target you didn't realize existed. “the horror.”

wind bites at your skin, pulling the screen door open as the song changes once more, and everyone cheers.

this was me practicing writing... Anything... because i'm so rusty i'm like a super squeaky door that needs 2 be oiled real bad. Omfg i couldn't figure out what to listen to while doing this but playlists where ur in the bathroom at a 2010's party can fix ur entire vibe. (playlist link) like yeah dynamite by taio cruz muffled is perfect actually omg ? fawking banger

can u believe it isn't an established relationship btw. looked at my drafts and said Girl do something new! so i did! my pattern of nothing substantial happening continues though which is why i kinda don't want to post this but. all in all it was quite fun 2 do so WHO GAF! 🔥🔥

#haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #iwiazumi x gn!reader #dont worry hajime...i have resolved thisIn Zmyhead. we r kissinfn!@@!! yaaay #gave up at the end after the pinky Thats mybad. LOLLL #all the writing after ive set up all the dialogue is so hard bro every time i get to the end its just like. #girl finish already. LEILEKDJSOB