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I JUST WANNA THANK @tobio-chans FOR BLESSING US ALL WITH THIS MASTERPIECE IM CURRENTLY CRYING 😭😭

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underground fight club. (final)

↳ iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: gym trainer by day, underground fighter by night—Hajime Iwaizumi gives you a front row access to Tokyo’s biggest underground fight club after setting his eyes on you as his shiny new toy. little does he know, you’re there to infiltrate the illegal underground fighting scene with another purpose in mind.

genre: angst, smut, underground fighter au, 18+

warnings: profanity, violence, mentions of human trafficking (just discussing a criminal case), suggestive, some angst and yearning

a/n: the final chapter is here bye i’m crying — no but rly, thanks so much for supporting this series. this is by far my most popular series and i’m so genuinely thankful for everyone’s love 🥺 until the next one !!

part eleven <- masterlist

1 YEAR LATER

Hajime’s dad passed away.

At least, that was the last news you’ve heard about him according to Becca. It has been a year since you last saw Iwaizumi after he flew back to California and left you with a broken heart that still hasn’t healed for the past year. It was difficult to move on because everything reminded you of him. You remember him whenever you see the tattoo on your hip, you remember him when you see UFC fights on tv, you remember him every time you lay in bed at night hoping to feel his warm embrace. You missed his wood sage and sea salt scent that always lingered through your nostrils. You missed tracing the tattoos on his body—the tiger on his chest, the ‘no mercy’ kanji on his rib, or the snake on his forearm. You missed kissing his soft lips, having him dominate you and make you feel divine with the way he desired you.

With Hajime gone, you were lonely.

You’ve come into a conclusion that he did love you and that the only reason he had to leave was because he needed to be with his dad which was a decision you respected. Oikawa actually confirmed this after you spent weeks crying about his best friend’s sudden departure. However, considering the pain that he was going through made you feel awful and selfish because he went through a lot and it was sad that you couldn’t even be there for him at his lowest. You knew how much he loved his dad and the fact that he lost him 2 months after he came back to California must have shattered his already-vulnerable heart.

You had no idea how he was coping by himself but it had been a year now and he never once returned to Japan which meant that he was most likely starting a new life in America that, devastatingly, no longer included you. You weren’t going to sugarcoat and say it was okay—it wasn’t. You were broken but so was he, and at least even if he was going through a tough period, he had his mom and sister by his side. Although eventually, you learned to accept that he may never return to see you again so you had to go back to your boring old life prior to Iwaizumi. Except, this time, you were still intact with his circle of friends.

It was crazy to believe how you were actually still very close with them despite the betrayal you’ve showed from a year ago. You’ve done your utmost effort to apologize to them as time heals and they gave you a second chance to still be a part of their circle, minus the undercover situation, to simply act as you. They claimed that they could never get truly mad at you because you were only doing your job and they did feel the genuineness you showed towards them. Somehow, it was also Iwaizumi’s last request for them to accept you back in their lives should you wish to still be around them. Becca treated you like a real sister, Oikawa would often check on you, while the others would casually invite you over whenever they had plans. You were truly seen by them as family.

Just like tonight, after you’ve just closed another undercover assignment, you found yourself spending your Friday night at Oikawa’s house as he invited you over for a party with only his closest circle.

The reason why you loved being around them was because they reminded you heavily of Iwaizumi. Seeing them made you feel like he was still around and you were comforted at the thought that you could hold on to a piece of him despite of his absence. He may be a thousand miles away, but hearing about him from his friends filled the abyss he left in your heart. You were contented with the slightest crumbs you were indirectly receiving from him through his friends.

“There she is,” Becca acknowledged your arrival with a smile as you walked further to Oikawa’s poolside lounge where the clique always hung out. The others were happy to greet you and even offered you some drinks. “Hey, chill out with the drinks. She just arrived!”

You released a silent chuckle when Kuroo handed you a red cup. “It’s okay,” you told Becca before turning to Tetsurou, “Is this beer?”

The guy shook his head in response just as Bokuto appeared next to him with an arm around his shoulder, “Why do you hate beer so much? It’s good.”

You scrunched your nose and sipped from the red cup. It’s vodka, you silently thanked. “I don’t like the taste of beer. You guys know that.”

After your little alcohol discourse with the two, you later found your spot on the seat next to Oikawa while the guy was busy arguing with Hanamaki about who got laid the most for the past week. Apparently, you learned that Hanamaki was ‘bedding Oikawa’s bitches’ because the latter was too busy waiting around for that girl from the SWAT team that he seemingly was still trying to pursue.

What he didn’t know was how the girl actually liked Tobio based from what you have observed lately. It was painfully obvious. They’ve been in the same unit for a year now and you could see how they have gotten closer. You even wondered why they still weren’t dating, but every time you asked Tobio, he’d wave it off and say he wasn’t ready.

“How’s the last undercover stuff, Y/N?” Issei curiously inquired just as Becca situated herself on her boyfriend’s lap.

You leaned back and started your little story time, “It’s tiring but fun. I went undercover as a bartender for this club and we tracked down a serious case of sex trafficking in there. It was another successful raid.”

“Sick,” Hanamaki commented, looking genuinely impressed before he gestured towards Oikawa. “You should keep an eye on this pimp, too.”

“Shut the fuck up before I make you,” Tooru retorted.

Hanamaki grimaced at the guy’s choice of words, “Dude, that sounded wrong.”

With Bokuto and Kuroo sniggering on the side, you joined and watched how another round of childish arguments went on between Oikawa and Makki until Becca snatched your attention away.

“Your job’s like so cool, though,” she noted, approving the idea in her mind with the way she bobbed her head. “I think you’re literally perfect for it. Like, I know I got mad before when you went undercover on us but to think about it now, it’s because you were actually pretty convincing.”

Issei agreed, “For real. I never would’ve thought ‘til I saw you fight with Gia.”

Of course, that was one of your dumbest moves. “Yeah, well,” you trailed off to take another sip, “Haji thinks I was pretty stupid. He’s a lot smarter than I thought and he had everything calculated.”

It was true. You’ve never dealt with anyone like Hajime before and that was what made your undercover assignment with him one of the toughest and most memorable. Sure, it brought you a lot of pain, but it also led you to him.

“Iwa’s really fucking smart,” Kuroo chimed in. “That’s why he’s undefeated inside the octagon. He uses his brain, unlike someone...”

Bokuto and Oikawa both reacted against it and it made the rest of you laugh. Kuroo didn’t even drop names but they were fast to defend themselves as if the guy just stepped on their precious pride. Moments like these reminded you of how fun it was to forget about your hectic job for awhile and be around carefree people like them. If Hajime was still here, you were certain he’d be laughing along—apart from the constant kisses or his arm traveling around your waist. It might be repetitive to say but you missed the guy so terribly.

“I heard Iwa does underground fights in Irvine,” Hanamaki said which immediately took all of your attention. You had no idea he still did fights but this was news to you and Makki seemed to have noticed how your head perked up at the mere mention of his name, “California is home to many underground fight clubs, Y/N. Pretty sure he’s well known around there.”

You turned to Oikawa for confirmation since he was the one who had contact with his best friend, “Tooru, is that true? He still does fights?”

Oikawa nodded with a proud, smug face. “Hell yeah, he does. He said fighters in Japan are no match for those California dudes.” Suddenly, as Oikawa observed your full interest at the conversation, he decided it was amusing to tease you about it. “Why so curious, Y/N-chan? You still think about him?”

“N-No,” you denied to save face, “I’m just surprised he still does fights.”

“So you don’t think about him?”

“No. I mean, yes I don’t think about him.”

Your denial only made him snicker, “Really? Since you don’t think about him, you don’t mind knowing that he’s actually dating someone?” he asked, watching your emotions closely, “He showed me his new girlfriend and she’s fit as fuck. He’s really in love with her, too.”

Wow. Your heart stung. That stupid piece of vital organ caged inside your chest felt like it was being squeezed very painfully but you tried your utmost best not to show how hurt and affected you were. It has been a year and there was no sign of Hajime coming back. Did you really expect that he’d wait around for you? Of course he’d fucking find someone new. You weren’t the only girl in the world and you were surely easy to forget about. He was probably very happy with his new girl and that was the reason why he never bothered to return anymore. He found his life with her.

“Good for him,” you silently responded, forcing a smile.

The corner of Oikawa’s lips soon lifted into a smirk, “I can totally hear the pain in your voice.”

And as you were about to reply, Becca already threw an empty cup towards the guy’s head. “Stop messing with her. Iwa’s gonna fucking kill you if he was here.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you immediately clarified, albeit hurting inside, “Really, I-I couldn’t be more glad that he’s seeing someone new.”

Maybe it’s time for me to find someone new, too.

You caught how Bokuto and Kuroo shared glances at each other with a knowing smile while Becca was gesturing for Oikawa to shut up. Whether they were trying to protect your feelings or not, you were somehow glad to know that Iwaizumi was able to love again. He deserved it after everything he went through when he was with you.

“Whatever, hey,” Oikawa called to cut you out of trance. “You’re gonna watch me next Friday, right?”

You suppressed a sigh and gave him a reassuring nod, “Yeah, I’m gonna watch and cheer for you.”

Although your heart was eating you inside, you managed to smile when he playfully pinched your nose, “Good, ‘cause I don’t want you to miss it.”

“No way, he’s dating someone new?”

You never expected Keiji to be shocked at the information you told him because it shouldn’t be surprising to know that Iwaizumi would end up getting a new girlfriend after a year of living in America. That place was his home after all. That was where he spent his college years on, so you assumed that he had many friends and perhaps girls that surrounded him.

As for you, you were just alone. Technically, you were back to square one just like when your other ex-boyfriend left you, but the difference between your ex and Iwaizumi was how the latter’s absence hurt you ten times worse. You even ended up crying yourself to sleep that night at Oikawa’s party because you had to release the weight on your heart before it wrecked you. Knowing that Iwaizumi had found a new life with someone else was as brutally painful as a train bulldozing you at full speed.

“Yeah. It’s okay,” you lied, almost inaudibly. “I should start dating too, huh?”

Akaashi patted your back as the two of you walked towards the hallways on the way to Chief Director Matsuda’s office. “I think you should, but you don’t need to pressure yourself if you’re not ready.”

Frankly, the only thing that held you back was Hajime and the fact that no one really desired you the same way. “Guess so.”

By the time you reached your destination, you found Tobio and Alisa in the room swiveling on their chairs as they talked about the recent case and how it was finally closed. It wasn’t really a tough one, but the amount of poor women that were exploited in that nightclub really angered the shit out of you. How could men like those pigs exist in this world?

Your job may seem ‘exciting’ for others (according to Bokuto, he’d be like Jenko from 21 Jump Street if he was undercover), but in real life it was, in fact, very stressful. Not only were you required to be physically fit with exceptional analytical skills, you also ought to stomach seeing all sorts of criminals ranging from thieves to murderers and actually learn how to outsmart them.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted, taking your seat next to Alisa. You acknowledged Tobio with a nod and noticed that he was the only one who wasn’t in an office attire. “Are you still undercover or what?”

Tobio, with his feet on the table, gave a subtle shake of his head. “No, I just felt like wearing ripped jeans.”

“He’s trying to be MGK,” Keiji jeered which was followed by a scornful chuckle from Alisa.

“I’m not!” the sniper countered immediately. “I’m off duty. I’m not required to wear my uniform.” He then turned to your direction and brought up the recent case. “Is it true you shot the guy on the dick?”

“Wha—” Absurd, wherever he heard that. “I didn’t even fire the gun. I just aimed it at him.”

Alisa joined the conversation shortly, “We’re not allowed to shoot fleeing suspects like you do, Mr. SWAT. It takes a reasonably crucial situation before we can do that.”

“You guys suck,” Tobio commented, quickly raising his hands with a grin of mischief as you and Alisa threatened to throw the nearest object you two had on him. “Just kidding. Intelligence Agents are cool. Right, Keij?”

The investigator simply nodded, “They’re cool.”

“Oh, shut up. You guys totally think you’re better,” Alisa bitterly assumed while you were playfully agreeing next to her. What Alisa hated most were misogynistic men—it was already hard enough to gain some respect in the PSIA as women, so you understood where she was coming from.

The Chief Director later came in his office, even though it took him awhile to fully give his attention to the four of you because his secretary was busy trying to get him to sign documents left and right. If you thought your job was demanding, you could only think about this man right here. He was the very definition of workaholic.

“Alright,” he finally spoke as his secretary left the office, “Good job on the last case. Are we ready for the next one? I have another undercover assignment that I think you guys might be interested to participate in.”

Seriously.

“So soon?!” You didn’t mean to overreact but holy shit. You literally just closed a case and now another one was being assigned. “Chief, are these cases like infinite or what?”

The man found humor through your reaction but tried to calm you down before you lost it. “Agent Y/N, you don’t have to participate if you wish not to. I’m just proposing the new assignment as it might be of your interest. You’re gonna be high school students—”

“Shit, I’m in!” Tobio quickly raised his hand like a schoolboy causing the three of you to look at him questioningly. “What, high school’s fun. Think of all the house parties.”

Oh my god. “I knew it”

You almost laughed when the Chief Director looked at him in disapproval. “Officer Kageyama, if I catch you distributing alcohol to minors, I’ll arrest you myself.”

All three of you snorted while Tobio was being told off by the chief and you didn’t miss the scowl he sent you before he gave a salute to his superior. “Yessir.”

You’ve decided to pass up on the next assignment mainly because you knew going undercover as a high school student was a pain in the ass and you wanted to just simply do office works at the PSIA headquarters for the mean time. Alisa, on the other hand, would partake on the said case together with Kenma and Akaashi because Tobio had to work full time with the Tier 1 Special Assaults Team.

It was somehow a nice breath of fresh air to be able to take some time off of being undercover because you also wanted to spend more time with your other circle of friends outside your work. You could live working behind the scenes until you were ready to do undercover work again.

For now, Tobio was walking with you towards the foyer before he brought up a topic that he knew had been on your mind for days.

“He’s not coming back, huh?” he asked, despite knowing the answer to your question. “What’s your plan now?”

You realized that shrugging was the only option you had. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just...try to forget.”

The words that left your mouth weren’t really convincing for Tobio because he was aware of just how much Iwaizumi meant to you and he said that seeing the guy surrender himself to the cops led him to believe that the love you two had for each other were real. But things change and people change, too. Iwaizumi was the first one to let go, so in your part, you had to learn how to do the same. For your sake, this time.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” the six-foot tall man softly asked, seemingly very cautious of your vulnerability and strong emotions towards your ex.

He didn’t have to worry that much. It wasn’t anything you can’t handle—losing Hajime shouldn’t be the end of the world for you. “Thanks for being there, Tobio.”

As for him, he didn’t really accept gratitude in the form of words. Instead, he pulled you for a warm embrace, hugging you tightly to let you know that he was here for you and that he would always be. That was what true friends were for.

You were grateful, but as much as you enjoyed the comfort you received from his hug, you had to pull away the moment you saw the girl from his unit entering the lobby and immediately spotting you and Tobio enveloped around each other. You just didn’t want to give her the wrong impression and you hoped that she wouldn’t mistake it for something else. Or something more.

Too late, perhaps, because you saw the look of hurt in her eyes that she soon disregarded when she gave you a friendly smile. You returned the gesture and waved at her, patting Tobio’s shoulder so he could turn around to look at his girlfriend not-girlfriend.

Ironically, you saw so much yourself in her when you first got together with Hajime.

You weren’t one to break promises, so even if you were exhausted after a whole tedious day at work, you still ended up going to the fight club to watch Tooru’s fight.

Yes, the fight club. And no, not the illegal one that was demolished by the police from a year ago.

This new and modified fight club was rebuilt by Oikawa and Kuroo who both worked hard for the past 6 months just to bring it back. You were even involved throughout this whole fight club rebirth because they consulted you into knowing what was allowed and what wasn’t. With two consenting adults and registered fighters who wished to engage in mortal combat under a controlled setup—together with licensed medical personnels and official referees—the new underground fight club, by all means, was now legal.

It was Kuroo’s idea to open up a dojo out of the old arms depot where Oikawa previously stored and manufactured their guns before they moved to a larger warehouse and the latter was very much willing to have the old place be renovated into a new Tokyo Fight Night venue that was technically not so ‘underground’ anymore. Still, everyone was happy that they were finally able to step inside the octagon again without having to worry about cops raiding the place. The thrill to get caught was no longer there but this was better than nothing.

Invites were still strictly amongst fighters and closest friends only to avoid the attraction of locals who could potentially just bring harm to the already-heavily imposed set up. So far, for the past 3 months, none of the fighters have been brutally injured and the most they’d have were light bruises. Oikawa complained that it was becoming more of a spar than an actual fight but despite his multitude of complains, he knew that he would still abide by the new rules. Nonetheless, the vibe was the same. Coming inside the fight club reminded you of the very first time you came to the old one—where the smell of musk, leather, smoke, and sweat filled the place along with the loud music being played from the bass boosted system that somehow overpowered the loud cheers. It wasn’t as crowded, but still as rowdy per se and there was no gambling involved, just pure passion for the combative fighting in itself.

Soon as you walked in, the first one to greet you was Rampage himself who seemed like he just got out of an earlier fight. “Yo,” he bumped your fist with his bandaged ones. “You didn’t see me fight with Kuroo!”

He was slipping a black shirt on as you spoke, “I thought you said you’re gonna quit underground fighting since you’re going pro?” you asked, remembering that one time Bokuto told you that he registered to the Japan Boxing Commissions to start professional fights.

“This is just a practice zone for me, baby doll.” He simpered just before a lightly beaten Kuroo appeared next to you. The grey-haired guy was fast to give him attention by mocking him. “I didn’t even hit you that hard, motherfucker. You’re just acting hurt so you can have that hot nurse come to your aid.”

Boys. You chuckled with a small shake of the head, looking around the place to search for Oikawa until you did locate him climbing inside the octagon ring. You cheerfully called for his name and he ran in circles around the ring while looking at you with a peace sign. It didn’t take long until Hanamaki, Issei, and Becca walked to your side.

“He’s so fuckin’ excited to get his ass beat,” Makki ridiculed, nodding his head at the Capoeira fighter. “Watch him walk out of the octagon with a limp.”

You doubted that would happen because Oikawa was a really good fighter unless he was fighting against someone way better than him. “Uh, who’s he fighting today?” you inquired. “Don’t tell me it’s Atsumu again.”

God, the amount of times Tooru and Atsumu fought each other were ridiculous at this point. They were literally like what Muhammad Ali was to Joe Frazier. Or Pacquiao to Mayweather. They were taking their rivalry way, way too seriously.

Becca opened her mouth to respond but was essentially cut off as the lights turned dim with only the spotlight on the octagon and a familiar loud music suddenly reverberated throughout the warehouse.

At the first drop, you recognized the song being blasted as the Crank That Travis Barker version.

“Don’t tell me this trash thinks he’s gonna win against me!”

Impossible. There was no reason for your heart to ultimately take a halt after hearing that very familiar voice. It was hard to believe.

Everything fucking stopped—your mind, your heartbeat, your pulse, the time, the whole world itself, even your breathing had ceased to the point where your body seemed to no longer require any oxygen.

This must be some kind of a sick dream.

You failed to distinguish reality from imagination when you saw a silhouette of a man with a dragon tattoo on his back walking past you before climbing the ring like a fighter who was excited to ravage his opponent. Like a fighter who was a fucking beast inside the octagon.

Then and there, you wanted to burst out crying.

Shocked. Dazed. Overwhelmed. No word was perfect enough to describe the intensity of your emotions.

“Let’s go, Young Tiger!”

Iwaizumi momentarily turned around to acknowledge Becca with his infamous lopsided grin and you felt like your heart was going to explode. You lost all of your five senses at the sight of your one true love standing a few meters away from you. Here, now, at this very moment.

This couldn’t be fucking real.

“Becca,” you turned around to face her with glistening eyes and a shaky voice, “Y-You guys didn’t tell me he came back—”

A sad smile crept up to her face before she clung to your side comfortingly. “Sorry, babe. He didn’t want us to tell you yet.”

Good Lord. You had so many questions that you couldn’t formulate because your head was in utter discombobulation. Your whole body stiffened that you couldn’t really do much other than to have your wide eyes and parted mouth displayed across your visibly surprised face with the vividness of Iwaizumi’s figure looming over you as he stood in the octagon with Oikawa. Black shorts, red handwraps, tiger tattoo. You barely noticed the fight officially starting as infinite thoughts ran through your head in complete spirals.

Hajime had gotten more tan, almost sun-kissed, as he also lost some weight. His hair was now short cropped and while the silver earring from his ear was still there, the slit on his eyebrow was gone.

“Come at me, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa challenged, hustling around before throwing an Armada kick, following it up with a Queixada.

The Young Tiger merely scoffed as he dodged the attack by retaliating with a clinch. “Capoeira doesn’t work on me, dumbass.” You recognized those moves so well, you knew it so well and have seen it way too many times that you already figured that Iwaizumi would go for a takedown to grapple Oikawa into a submission.

However, Oikawa was fast to recover and deflect the Jiu Jitsu fighter with the knowledge that his best friend would be completely ruthless once he started performing BJJ skills. Inhale, exhale. You blinked thrice in the same second while thinking of how watching Hajime fighting an opponent inside the octagon felt like it was only yesterday.

“Breathe, Y/N.” Hearing Kuroo tease you, you got out of your benumbed stupor to see him and Bokuto wriggling their eyebrows at you.

You slowly shook your head in disbelief as you turned your attention back to the guy who claimed his territory in your heart and soul. Iwaizumi circled Oikawa around as he was looking for an opportunity to put him in a lock hold but the latter’s roundhouse kick to Young Tiger’s bare chest caused the former to lose some balance.

“Take that, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa jeered in triumph, sticking his tongue out at his best friend with his fists positioned for a defense. “¡Toma eso tú!”

Iwaizumi, who was clearly unbothered, casually stretched his neck. “I don’t speak Spanish.”

While you were still astounded by Iwaizumi’s presence, you managed to laugh along when Makki and Mattsun erupted into a guffaw. You only realized just how much you yearned to see this again—him, doing fights. Him, being cheered on by his friends. Him, simply being here.

Before you knew it, you were cupping your hands around your mouth, “Go Haji!”

You met his eyes for a fleeting moment and believed that the world took a pause so you could appreciate each other’s existence once again. All the longing, the pining, and the intense desire to hold each other again reflected from his eyes to yours. There was an inexplicable feeling inside of you when you finally had Hajime’s attention and how the corner of his lips stretched into the most genuine smile you’ve seen on him.

He must have forgotten that he was engaged in a fight because Oikawa’s foot flew towards his left hip. “Iwa-chan, don’t get distracted!”

Iwaizumi snapped out of his gaze and charged on his best friend, “As you wish.” Those simple three words had an underlying threat because he finally unleashed the exact reason why he was called the cold-blooded Young Tiger.

He was fast, aggressive, and hungry to kill. In a span of five seconds, he already grappled Oikawa against the cage and put him in a shoulder lock before they both fell on the padded ground. “N-No, no, no,” Oikawa humorously countered as panic ensued from him, but Iwaizumi couldn’t be stopped when he clinched him from the mount.

“It’s his fuckin’ guillotine!” Makki yelled, clapping his hands to cheer for him. “Choke the shit out of Oikawa!”

Becca, too, joined the claps of encouragement. “Looking sexy, Iwa!”

Had you really forgotten how actually freaking hot it was when Iwaizumi did his signature move? Although the guillotine choke was one of the most common BJJ submissions, seeing him perform the technique with such ease made you weak on the knees. Some of the girls inside the fight club even started squealing at the sight of his muscles flexing from his arms that were constricting Oikawa’s neck.

Hajime’s brows were furrowed as he placed the pressure points around his best friend’s windpipe while knowing full well that Tooru could never win against him once he had him in his favorite submission technique.

Truly. No one could.

Because when Oikawa finally tapped out to signal his lost, Hajime Iwaizumi was once again hailed undefeated.

There were only four fights every fight night because there were restrictions on how many fighters were allowed to participate unlike before where they just randomly threw in whoever wanted to fight. The difference from then and now was how some fighters would usually come home with a battered face or a broken rib, now barely anyone would shed blood or had heavy bruises on their faces after the fight.

For someone who worked together with the law enforcement, you were happy to see that safety became their priority.

Though you could hear Hajime complaining about the lack of thrill in it when the rest of you were walking towards the parking lot. He was a few steps ahead with Oikawa, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa while you were walking together with Becca closely behind.

You haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to your past lover since his fight with Oikawa ended because everyone else surrounded him and you didn’t have the courage to approach him after a year without communication. It was just surprisingly awkward. You didn’t know how much has changed within Iwaizumi but you were scared to know that the same man you fell in love with was gone.

And besides, he had a girlfriend. You no longer bear any sort of importance to him other than being part of his circle.

“Bro, fighters in LA are fucking bloodthirsty. I’m being for real,” Iwaizumi enthusiastically gushed in his flawless American accent, placing an arm around Oikawa’s shoulder with a grin. “Don’t get me started on San Fran.”

Oikawa slapped his back as they reached their cars. “Whatever, Cali boy! I don’t care who you faced off in the US of A but this Tooru from Argentina is gonna beat you to dirt next time.”

“You barely even got out of his grip. What makes you think you can win?” Issei commented on the side which allowed the brown-haired boy to send him a childish scowl singing, “Blah, blah.”

“It’s nice to have Iwa back, though,” Becca spoke just after you two stopped from your tracks to see them turn around. “We missed you a heck lot.”

The man, the love of your life, smiled glancing at you before looking at Becca. “Good to be back, too.”

There was no denying how different Iwaizumi had become, but in a good way. He just seemed... happier. His face was free of any sadness, or resentment, or anguish. It was as if he was no longer holding a heavy weight in his heart unlike when you first met him. What exactly happened in California that changed him?

“Someone’s awfully silent.” Hanamaki fake-coughed, clearly directing his words to you.

It was probably embarrassing how you had to quickly deny it. “What do you want me to say?”

“Like, I miss you ‘Haji’?” Oikawa mimicked your voice, snickering like the annoying asshole he was. “Like, I love you ‘Haji’ I can’t stop thinking about you for the past year.”

Your cheeks heated up and you refused to see Iwaizumi’s reaction out of pure shame. “Stop it, Tooru.”

The rest of them playfully cleared their throats while you heard Iwaizumi trying to shut them up. You didn’t really expect that he’d talk to you after that at all, “Princess, I’ll take you home.”

Was it the nickname or his mere attention that sent you to euphoria?

“Oooooooh!”

You looked up at him and paid no mind to the teasing remarks. “No, it’s fine...” Being alone with Hajime in an enclosed vehicle might kill you inside and you weren’t prepared for that tonight. Heck, you haven’t even gotten a grip of your feelings since you saw him again for the first time in a year.

“Just get in the car, Y/N!” Oikawa whined, stomping towards you and dragging you inside Iwaizumi’s car despite your cries of protest. You just didn’t want to act childish because between the two of you, Oikawa was the child, so you silently got inside Iwaizumi’s truck just as he started the ignition.

The last thing you’ve heard before he drove off was Becca telling Iwaizumi to bring you home safely.

You’ve been inside his pick-up truck so many times before when you were still together but it was for the first time that you were ever self-conscious around him. He seemed like he was, too, because he didn’t really speak while he was driving with one hand while adjusting the temperature on the other.

It was agonizingly silent and you felt the urge to start the conversation for the sake of it.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” you spoke inaudibly but he was able to catch it when he looked at you. It was true, just a week ago you were lamenting about the fact that he might never come back and that you should finally give up. But now that he was back, all your plans had gone to waste. “A-Are you just visiting?”

He kept his eyes on the road as he shifted his gear. “Do you want me to stay?”

Yes. Yes, I do.

“I don’t know, I just... I can’t believe you’re back,” you tried to play it off as nothing, “I mean, you probably prefer California.”

He didn’t respond sooner than you expected but he did let out a sigh. “Japan’s still my home,” he answered, taking a quick look at you. “How’ve you been?”

“I’m good... Still an agent. How about you?”

“Good... All good.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

“Is it?”

“...Yeah.” God, the awkwardness was killing you softly.

It was already uncomfortable to be alone with him in a sense that you two didn’t have an actual closure from the time you’ve separated. Now, you two lived different lives and you recalled the fact that he was apparently in a healthy relationship with someone else now.

“Won’t your girlfriend get mad?” you silently asked, “I don’t wanna ‘cause you any trouble if she finds out you took me home.”

Surprisingly, Iwaizumi turned to you with a perplexed face. “What do you mean?”

A bit as befuddled as him, you clarified your statement, “Oikawa said you’re dating someone—”

Hajime quickly sighed in exasperation. “I’m gonna kill him,” he mumbled before looking at the road, halting the car at the red light. “Don’t believe him. He just did it to get a reaction out of you.”

Oh... What the hell?

You hoped that the sigh of relief you had wasn’t as noticeable as you imagined because the beat of your heart started pacing faster. “So you’re single? That’s hard to believe.”

“Didn’t I promise you that night at the tub that I won’t look at any other girl?” he reminded, gripping the steering wheel tight, “Besides, I didn’t have the time to see other people after my dad died.”

While you were screaming inside from his first sentence, you chose to show sympathy for the second. “I’m sorry to hear about your dad. I-I wish I was there for you but...”

“S’okay,” he quickly dismissed, “If you were in my position, you’d have wished he finally took his eternal rest, too. I wanted him to just end his suffering here on Earth. I’ve accepted it.”

You felt for him. You really did, because you were aware of just how much his father meant the world to him. You’ve had your fair share of losing your parent when your mom left the country, but watching one of them leave this world permanently? It must have devastated him. You couldn’t even begin to think how he was able to cope with his loss for the past year, but you admired his strength and mental resilience.

“You know what’s crazy? He actually remembered me during his last few hours,” Iwaizumi opened up after a minute of silence, “He said he was happy to see what a grown man I’ve become and wanted me to keep pursuing whatever made me happy.”

That explained why the overall atmosphere he had just changed remarkably. When you noticed the aura of happiness and contentment that surrounded him, you realized that he was only taking his father’s last words with him.

“He asked me if I had a girlfriend,” he added, resting his head on the headrest, “I told him she’s back home. Then he asked, ‘why didn’t you bring her here?’”

Your heart somersaulted. He didn’t realize how he gave it away that he never really just ‘acted’ being your boyfriend before. His feelings were a hundred percent authentic.

“I’m... sure he’s very proud of you,” you said with a gentle smile.

He returned the gesture back to you for a fleeting moment that left your heart leaping out of your chest. You knew that your love for him was entrenched to the point where even if you haven’t seen him for the past year, nothing had really changed. Loving Iwaizumi was almost visceral, as if he was the other half of your soul that you were destined to meet in your physical form.

Whatever was running in his head, you couldn’t tell. But when he pulled up outside of your apartment complex, you suddenly came into realization that this was exactly how it was with you two on the first night. He drove you to this same apartment in this same car over a year ago. Deja vu was the closest description that you felt out of it.

“You still live here, huh?” he asked, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as soon as you arrived your apartment complex. Hajime was seemingly not wanting to let you go for now.

You responded with a nod, but fell into state of astonishment when your eyes caught sight of the new tattoo on his ring finger.

They were your initials.

“Hajime...” You restrained your vulnerable emotions from showing because your chest burned with an ache that was worth feeling. You wanted no one else in this world but this man and you knew you were two seconds away from tearing up. “Do you... wanna stay for the night?”

Just like the first night. Exactly like the first night when you asked him to come over, not realizing that it would be the start of a relationship that you would never forget in your lifetime.

His adoring eyes were glued to yours, with a heavy breath and a quick glance to your lips, he answered, “Yeah.”

However much you tried to suppress your tears, they naturally came out as soon as you entered your apartment and he was following closely behind. He wasn’t dumb—he knew exactly why you were crying and he was pulling you to his arms for an embrace that the both of you longed to have. The gush of tears that you tried to keep since the moment you saw him again were finally released with the sole realization that the person you loved was now here with you and God, you couldn’t believe that you meant so much to him that he had your initials tattooed on his ring finger.

“Hey, look at me,” he gently spoke, wiping the faint tears from your cheek, “don’t cry.”

You gulped as your chest heaved and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss on your hair to soothe your crying heart. “Haji, I m-missed you,” you sobbed, “so much.”

“I missed you more,” he reassured, moving his lips to press them on your temple. His scent, his hug, his kisses—he felt like home to you. “It’s been a year and I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N.”

His words left even more tears spilling from your eyes while you pulled away to have him press his forehead against you. “You don’t know how happy I am that you’re back.”

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he spoke through his raspy voice that left hints of his own heartbreak. He held you by the waist and stared straight at your lips. You didn’t resist when he cupped your cheek before your lips reunited again after what seemed like an eternity. This kiss couldn’t compare to all the other kisses you’ve had in your twenty seven years on Earth. Only Hajime had the ability to invoke emotions of pure love straight from your soul and solidify it with his own devotion and ardor towards you. He kissed you with overflowing passion that you were instinctively placing your arms around his neck while his mouth moved against yours. The smooching sounds only allowed the both of you to envelope each other’s lips like suction.

“I love you,” he said it first, this time around.

You took deep inhales, glossy eyes locked on his beautiful olive green, “Truth or lie?”

He smiled, “Truth. Always was.”

Before you could break into tears again, you already had him engulfing you for a deeper kiss until you were breathing him in, stumbling backwards, mind running on cloud nine. Kisses of pure passion and longing and a year’s worth of loyalty. The next thing you knew, he was undressing you and you were undressing him.

No one else was more beautiful than Hajime Iwaizumi.

You remembered the very first time you shared an intimate night with him without knowing that the both of you were doing it for your personal gain. That time, no real feelings were involved more than the physicality of it and the satisfaction to fill your carnal desires.

Tonight, no one was acting. No undercover duties. No revenge set in mind. Just two people who wanted to make love and show just how much they missed each other.

Hot tears ran down on the corner of your eyes as you lay underneath Hajime who trailed kisses on your neck. Your hands traveled to his shoulders before you clung to him when he carefully sunk himself into you.

“Mmh...” You bit your lip, restraining your breathing until he gave you kisses with tremendous fervor. “I-I’m sorry for lying to you before.”

He thrusted his member inside your clamped walls as he pressed his chest against your bare ones. “I’m sorry for lying, too,” he whispered against your lips before he entwined your fingers together. “I know you still deserve better than me, but I’ll be selfish and say that I want you for myself.”

“Y-You’re all I want, Haji—” A moan escaped your lips to cut you off your sentence. You’ve had sex with him more than the number of days present in a calendar and yet this was the most emotional intercourse you’ve had out of all of them. “I-I wanna be yours, forever.”

With the reassurance of you dedicating yourself to him, he let out a hum of satisfaction before placing your legs above his shoulders. The position allowed him to go deeper inside your core as curses were released under his breath of being reminded just how much he loved being inside of you.

You had all eyes on him even when you were crying out his name at every penetration that sent you to another dimension.

Whichever dimension it was, you only wanted Hajime by your side.

“Aah... nngh... I’m gonna—” You held your breath to hear the bed squeaks and the squelching noises.

His voice turned an octave deeper when he ordered you to hold it in, “Wait for me.”

You always did, even when you were nearly disintegrating beneath him as he slid in and out at a much faster pace. You could feel his weight on your bosom with every grind of his hips, skin against skin, lips to lips, and soon enough, he released his warm load straight to your womb just as you clenched around his member.

You were scared that you could wake up next morning and realize that this was all just a dream.

“I’m so goddamn in love with you,” he spoke, panting as he collapsed beside you. Your own eyes were glued towards the ceiling before you scooted closer to your man. Your only one.

Your cold, shaky fingers traced the tattoo on his chest while the physical and emotional exhaustion made your eyelids fall heavy. “I’m so grateful that I met you.”

Waking up next to the person you love was one of the happiest things to experience in your lifetime. Iwaizumi’s return felt like such a wonderful dream that could turn out into a nightmare. You immediately looked to his side of the bed as soon as your eyes fluttered open the next morning to make sure that you didn’t just imagine the whole thing last night. He’s real, you sighed of relief. He’s real and he’s chuckling at me right now.

“Morning,” he greeted you with a peck on the lips while you were unknown to the fact that he spent the past thirty minutes staring at your angelic face. “I really sleep well when I’m next to you, princess.”

You cupped his cheek with your palm, “I love you so much.”

“Love you more,” he responded, caressing your hip where his tattoo was engraved on your skin. “We have a lot of making up to do.”

His words made you giggle. Indeed, Hajime was still your Hajime. Just happier and more in love. “How do you feel about knowing I’m not taking birth control since you’ve been away?” you asked, reminding him of how he came inside of you last night.

You only said it as a joke, but the guy barely reacted against it. “Then you’re gonna be a mommy soon.”

Gosh. “Not so soon.”

“We’ll do it again,” he teased, planting kisses on your shoulder, “over and over until we have a mini me.”

“I...” Speechless. “We literally just got back together and you wanna get me pregnant right away.”

The chuckle he let out were music to your ears. It was nice to see how genuinely happy he was and it was all because of you. “Your dad wants a little boy, Intelligence Agent Y/N.” He soon watched how your eyes widened in surprise. “I met with him before I came to the fight club last night. I gave him an answer to his advice.”

“What advice?” you asked in complete bafflement. He sat upright, pulling you up with him before he kissed your hand and you brushed your thumb against the ring finger where your initials were forever inked on his skin. Just like the love he had for you.

“He told me a year ago to decide whether or not I’m still worth your time,” he spilled as you were dumbfounded of being unaware that he had such conversation with your father from last year. “I told him yesterday that I’ll make sure every time you spend with me from here on out will be worth having.”

Your body already tackled him into an embrace before you realized it. You were just grateful for this moment and for God because he allowed you to have someone like Iwaizumi in your life. Every person in this world would have their own soulmate. Luckily for you, you finally found yours and there was nothing else that could take this moment away from you. Not now, not in a million years, not in another version of you from a parallel universe. Today, you were his. Tomorrow and for the rest of your life, you would remain his and his only because he was meant for you and you were meant for him.

“Let’s start again?” he asked, eyes fixed on you.

With a peck on his lips and a heart that was beating at the same rhythm as his, you answered, “Let’s start again.”

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Your daily dose of angst

No one deserves to be second best. That’s something you learnt the hard way.

Pairings: Oikawa x f!reader & Iwaizumi x f!reader

WC: 1,769

Warnings: swearing, angst (with a little dose of fluff at the end :)

You always wondered, even to this day, why Oikawa had chosen you in the first place. When asked what his ideal type was, Oikawa would laugh and say, “Someone who makes me look greater than I already am of course,” Cue Iwaizumi smacking him in the head.

“Mean Iwa-Chan! Fine, my ideal type would preferably be someone with fair hair, an adorable smile and a lovely ass to rest my head on. Oh, and she must also love milkbread.”

None of those boxes would be ticked for you unfortunately. Your hair was jet black and curtained part of your face, which only added to your supposedly mean aura. Your resting face was somewhat frightening and your smile could be described as Kageyama’s Cheshire Cat grin. Not to mention your ass was almost as non existent as Oikawa’s (oops), and you much preferred pork buns to milkbread.

Yet despite that, Oikawa had asked you out one humid Friday afternoon, exactly 7 months ago today. But you realised, maybe a bit too late, that a lot can happen in 7 months.

Oikawa of course, was infamous for having fangirls practically glued to his hip wherever he went. And dating you didn’t change that in the slightest. In fact, his fangirls, especially one in particular, seemed to go up and above their way to spend time with your boyfriend, even when you were inevitably stood by his side.

“As I was saying-” you began.

“Oikawa! I was just hoping to bump into you!” someone swatted you aside, your vision now platinum curls.

Reni. She practically threw herself onto Oikawa, bending over slightly so that he’s have a clear view of the lace panties underneath her unbelieveably short skirt.

“Oh hey Reni. What’s up?” Your boyfriend turned to face who you called his number one, entirely devoted, fangirl.

“So, about our History project, would it be too much trouble to ask for some help? I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure it all out, even sacrificing much required beauty sleep, but I’m still yet to make any progress. And seeing how you are quite the History whizz...”

“Of course Reni, you’re the first person who’s complimented me on my brains. When would you like to meet up?” It was almost a joke how YOUR boyfriend seemed to be spending more time with a girl who had nothing but the audacity, than his s/o herself. And History whizz your ass, everyone including Iwaizumi, who had overheard that particular part of the conversation as he passed and scoffed, knew that it would be a miracle if the teacher graded him on History at all.

“If you could, now would be a great time.” Reni fluttered her eyelashes which reminded you of rather hairy caterpillars.

“Well I’m not doing anything as of now, apart from talking to y/n, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Right y/n?” Both pairs of eyes seemed to acknowledge you for the first time. You, the girlfriend, but at the same time you the thirdwheel, apparently.

“Well in fact I do mind but...” you hadn’t even managed to get out before Reni used her large boobs to push you out of the way.

“You see Oikawa, y/n doesn’t mind at all. So come on now, my books are in my dorm.”

And with that, she grabbed your boyfriend’s arm and dragged him down the hall in the direction of the girl’s dorms, Oikawa throwing a sheepish glance over his shoulder.

“We’ll resume our conversation in a bit y/n~”

Yeah right. You’d probably forget what you were even talking to him about by the time he came back from the spawn of Satan’s hellhole.

In the weeks that followed, you found every minute of your time alone with Oikawa accompanied by Reni. No matter where or what you were doing with your boyfriend, she always seemed to find an excuse to but it. And Oikawa was nevertheless, just as oblivious to Reni’s attempts to jump in his pants as he was to your blatant annoyance.

“But y/n you have to understand. Reni hurt her ankle yesterday during her cheerleading practise and being the kind friend I am, I had to help her make her way around school.” Your boyfriend attempted to reason with you, after you had pulled him behind the school gym where he was moments from entering. This was partially because you had desperately needed to confront him about how much time he seemed to be unnecessarily spending with Reni and also in an attempt to prevent the devil herself from seeking you guys, Oikawa specifically, out.

“No, I don’t have to understand. Reni dropped the sprained ankle act the moment she thought my back was turned. God you can be so blind sometimes.” You rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“y/n, now you’re just being unreasonable. You know I only ever spend time with Reni when she’s in need of my help. I’m simply doing what any decent friend would do.”

“Except she needs your help all the goddamn time. You could ask anyone, anyone, and they’ll tell you how Reni’s been crushing on you since way before we got together.”

“Yes, I know that, but she’s stopped liking me since I asked you out. y/n what’s so hard for you to understand?”

“Everything Oikawa, everything is so hard to understand. And yet I think you’re the one who doesn’t understand the most. Reni doesn’t ever need your help, she just wants it. And she wants it to the point where she’s willing to make up any crappy excuse to get alone with you. I’m starting to think you guys are the ones dating and I’m just the ‘friend’.”

“y/n you know that’s not true...”

“Do I know that? Do I? Because if I did, then I wouldn’t constantly need to be fighting for your attention knowing it’s always going to be a losing battle. Your there for Reni more than you’re there for me, and we’re the ones in a relationship. I’m not stopping you from seeing Reni because that would just be wrong on my behalf, but at least put some effort in Oikawa.”

“Put some effort in? Oh you must be fucking kidding me. You should be grateful I even asked you out in the first place instead of telling me to put some effort in. The difference between you and Reni is that she’s not a jealous and clingy bitch who can’t even handle her own partner from seeing his friends without kicking up a fight. I could easily dump you anyday y/n and yet I haven’t, so how about you put some effort in and stop being so fucking controlling.”

It seemed as if everything came to a standstill the moment those venomous words left his mouth. It made your eyes water and your heart clench, every syllable of ‘jealous’, every syllable of ‘controlling’, stabbed your heart to the point you wondered if you’d ever be able to piece it back together.

Yet through the darkness a tiny flicker of light fought its way through. And that tiny flicker of light is what reminded you that not a single bit of this stupid argument was your fault. Blinking a few times, you forced yourself to bite back your tears that threatened to tumble, before clenching your fists to the point your knuckles turned white, and glowered up at your soon to be ex boyfriend.

“I lowered my fucking standards for you Tooru. Lowered my fucking standards to be with someone who only sees me as second best. Who’d rather let some bitch with a skirt shorter than your hindsight to drag you around like a doll with no brains. All this time I could’ve been with someone who wouldn’t let their ‘friend’ control every minute of their life and completely disregard the fact that they were taken. Well lucky for you Tooru, Reni’s all yours now. She’s won, that bitch with the cockroach eyelashes has won. So now you can get the fuck out of my way because we’re over.”

And with that you shoved your way past your ex, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your blazer, your hair framing your face now slick with fresh tears.

It was his loss after all. His loss that he wasn’t able to decipher friendliness from flirtiness. Or maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe Oikawa knew ignoring his relationship status to spend time with someone who was quite blatantly ready to jump into his pants at any given opportunity was wrong. Maybe Oikawa knew he’d have you forever, he’d have you to come back to when everyone else left him for the same reason his last girlfriend did. Except this time he was wrong. He didn’t have you forever. And it was all his fault.

Deep down he knew you had every right to shove past him, he knew you had every right to be furious with him, yet admitting that would’ve been the last thing he’d do. So instead Oikawa just scoffed before heading in the opposite direction that you had disappeared in, and into the gym. Completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend had just heard the entire event go down.

2 months later

You giggled as you let your boyfriend Iwaizumi drag you along the school halls. Similar to how you used to watch her do to him. Except in this point in time, you could honestly care less about_ them._ Now you had found yourself a perfect boyfriend who saw you as nothing but the best. He’d see through any girl’s lame attempts to buy themselves alone time with him and would certainly cherish every moment spent together. Hajime knew just how easy it was to let someone slip through your fingers when you took advantage of them just being there, after seeing the exact situation enravel in front of his best friend only a couple months ago.

“Babe are you even listening to me?”

God was her voice annoying.

“Babe.”

Oikawa sighed before finally glancing down at the girl who spent every second possible hanging off him like the school tie he wore.

“Hm Reni.” He zoned out the moment she began rambling on about God knows what. Probably something to do with how he seemed to have gained more fangirls or whatever. But he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you. You, who was currently skipping along with his best friend, happier than you’d ever been with him. You who was never like this. Never like Reni who was jealous, clingy and so fucking controlling.

Oh.

a/n: We all know that both Oikawa and Iwaizumi would be the best boyfriends ever despite Oikawa being a piece of shit in this.😌

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