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every breath of yours is a prayer to my temple ❀ iwaizumi hajime x reader

summary :

Iwaizumi has no soulmarks. He is fine with this. Iwaizumi is also a liar.

cw : smut (mild degradation, unprotected sex)

general tags/notes : OOCness, oikawa/female OC(not reader!), some one-sided pining on iwaizumi's part, as always unbeta read.

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wc : 6656

MINORS DNI! ty

There are a few unshakeable facts Iwaizumi has always known, as steady as the sun rising in the east.

His mom and dad are extremely, almost disgustingly in love. Their matching timers (both reading 00:00:00, the countdown having finished far before Hajime was barely a twinkle in his parents' eyes) displayed proudly,

Oikawa Tooru is his best friend. Despite the soulmark on his upper back (A black crown, standing out against his pale skin), Oikawa has always insisted on Hajime being first in his life. From when they were young, knobbly knees bumping into each other on bus rides back home to now, as he feels of the volleyball reaching his palm perfectly as he smashes it to the other side of the court, its always been Tooru and Hajime.

Iwaizumi doesn't have a soulmate.

"I mean," Matsukawa mutters. "Maybe it's just not the type of soulmark that manifests until you meet your soulmate? I've heard of soulmarks like those, rare as they are."

Iwaizumi doesn't know about that. Wouldn't he have felt the presence of a soulmate? Don't people always talk about how they feel a piece of themselves missing until they meet their other half?

"Hey, maybe that feeling is just due to the expectation of knowing your soulmate is somewhere out there, you know? Like, you don't actually feel anything but you think you do because you're so conditioned to missing a part of yourself." Hanamaki throws out his hands, spreading them like he had just impressed the wisdom of the ages upon them. Iwaizumi snorts, shaking his head.

"Dude, I think you're delusional."

The comment earns him a punch to the shoulder, but he just shakes it off, dodging Hanamaki's fists. It didn't matter, anyway. He didn't really need a soulmate. He had his team, and he had volleyball. Things were fine as they were, and Iwaizumi would be happy if they continued like this, always. The setting sun behind their backs, as he slung his arms around Oikawa's shoulders, grabbing him in a headlock and ruffling up his disgustingly perfect hair, the laughter of his friends in the spring air.

He should have known it was too good to last.

The beginning of the end started with her, he thinks.

A new manager, after their last one had graduated. She slotted into their life, neatly and without pause, like a missing puzzle piece that they didn't realize was missing until it was before them.

She immediately incited a feeling of overprotectiveness in the team. She laughed along to Hanamaki's and Mattsun's jokes, listened patiently to the excitable first years, and was immediately there to calm him down when he got too angry at Oikawa's flippishness, and recognized when Oikawa was overworking himself and put her foot down to stop him. (Even if it didn't work. Not much could stop Oikawa when he was determined.)

His breath caught in his throat, as his team members had thrown sideway glances at him, knowing he was in the same situation. She notices their attention, and looks at him questioningly too.

And yet, for all her cheerfulness, there were moments where she was overcome by a weird melancholy. Times when she glimpsed the soulmark on Oikawa's back, when his shirt rode up too high, when she noticed Yahaba's nose sometimes bleeding on its own (of all the soulmarks, a shared pain one was definitely an absolute pain in the ass), when she noticed the easy energy between Hanamaki and Matsukawa-

The entire team had noticed, especially Oikawa, who was always doted a lot more on her during those moments. His coy yells of "Manager-chan~" almost always succeeded those moments, as he would proceed to badger her and distract her.

It's an overnight training camp, over barbeque where she opens up, her voice carrying among the silence underneath the stars.

"I don't have a soulmate. Never will, I think."

"Ah, that's okay. I don't have one either. But I've never really felt the need for one anyway." He coughs, his ears turning red at the scrutiny. She observes him quietly and quirks an eyebrow.

"We're in the same boat, Iwaizumi-kun! We have to stick together then!"

He raises his skewer to her in a mimicry of a toast, relishing the sound of her laughter.

Hajime wonders if he's allowed to feel more for her. Was it worth mangling their dynamic so he could reach out and push one of her flowing strands of hair behind her ear? To reach down and take her lips, cupping the back of her neck in his palm? Was he made for her, their unmarked bodies in harmony with each other?

That day results in a change. Oikawa and Iwaizumi become Oikawa, Iwaizumi and her. She joins them on their walks home now, linking her arms with theirs, as she laughs at him and Oikawa ribbing each other. Their movie nights now have her sprawled across Oikawa's lap, her legs in his as they relentlessly mocked bad horror movies together, throwing popcorn at each other. She watches, water bottles and towels at ready as they relentlessly practice serves and spikes.

The best things come in threes, don't they?

This friendship of his, their trio, was so precious to him, and he wanted it to remain unbroken. He would push down his feelings for her if he had to protect it.

Their third and final year of high school arrives with a rush, and with it a sense of finality. The last year of volleyball he'd enjoy with his team, and their final chance to enter the Nationals. The insurmountable wall that was Shiratorizawa loomed over them as always, but this year would be different. It had to be.

Karasuno was a surprise. Seeing the grumpy kid that used to lurk around Oikawa now become a monstrous setter an extremely unpleasant one, watching Oikawa's anger at the prodigy gutting. But this was just another opponent to crush on their way to the nationals, and he ensured that his spikes were at their fiercest. Karasuno is vanquished, but he knows that the team is stumbling and will be scary once they find their wings. He thinks Oikawa has realized it too.

The tiny middle blocker from Karasuno makes him feel...weird. A yearning he didn't think was possible to feel. He's mildly insulted that its the annoying chibi of all people that brings it out of him.

Matsukawa laughs and laughs. "Hey, maybe he's your soulmate?"

Oikawa's head whips around, and walks up he grips Iwaizumi's head between his hands. "If your soulmate is Tobio's minion, I will never forgive you, Iwa-chan!" Iwaizumi sputters, headbutting him. "Shittykawa, you'd think it'd be a bit more obvious if he was!"

Iwaizumi wonders when he became Tooru-kun to her.

Their manager watches them both wrestle, a smile on her face. "Tooru-kun and me will support you no matter what, you know that right?"

"Ah, Iwa-chan...we're together now."

The world ends on a Thursday.

Iwaizumi knew he should have stayed in bed today. Her nervous stride as she slinks up to him forms a strange pit in his stomach. The pink spots of color high up on her cheekbones, her face fighting off a smile. The way Oikawa walks alongside her, her arms linked to his. The way he feels like an intruder now, a voyeur to moments he shouldn't be witnessing.

He knows what Oikawa is about to say even before he opens his mouth.

He wonders how he didn't see it before. She covers her face with her hands, blushing furiously, but Oikawa continues looking at him, waiting for something.

Iwaizumi smiles, punches his best friend in the shoulder lightly. It's okay. Maybe things could still be the same. He turns to her and snorts. "You sure you want to put up with this dumbass?"

They laugh together, the tension dissipating. He walks with them, but the distance between them has widened. A bitter part of Iwaizumi wonders why Oikawa had to go for her when he had his own soulmate, but he knows that is a selfish thought. He wonders how much of his feelings was solely because they both happened to lack soulmates.

Oikawa whines, a relieved look crossing his face, so quickly that Iwaizumi wonders if he imagined it. "Iwa-chan, you're so mean! You're still number 1 in my heart, you know?"

"Shittykawa, have you taken one too many volleyballs to the face or something?"

It would be nice, he thinks. To have someone to call his own. He watches his best friends as they shyly steal glances at each other, faces red, and despite that bitterness he hopes they're happy together. And maybe if she met someone despite not having a soulmate, he could too.

Iwaizumi curses as he strides down the corridor, knowing he's late. Oikawa had slunk away somewhere, and the next match was theirs, but their coach sends him away to track down their captain. The spring tournament is their last chance at Nationals, and he is extremely high strung already.

Where had he seen that before? It comes to him in a rush, and he realizes she's a Karasuno student.

He's too lost in his thoughts to notice the whirlwind barreling down his path, their collision imminent. He notices the girl a second too late, and he struggles to halt his stride, but she crashes into him, sending them both to the floor.

"Shit,can't you see where you're going??" He yells, and the lump on top of him groans, slowly lifting its head from his chest. He notices her uniform first, the familiarity striking.

The second thing he notices is her forehead and part of her cheek glowing different colours, iridescent. She looks down at him from her position and yelps, her expression going from annoyance to shock as she stares at his face. He feels his heart beating faster, his eyes refusing to leave those glowing marks, watching as they slowly fade away.

He straightens, grabbing her raised hand, and the places where their skin touches flares to life with color.

She's the most beautiful person he's ever seen, he realizes.

He sits up, and she flushes red, realizing she's on his lap. She still doesn't move, and raises her hand slowly. He watches, frozen, as she pokes his cheek, almost in a trance. She pulls her finger away, and he notices it's glowing, orange and red. She looks at her finger and at his cheek, and he feels the place she poked him blaze with warmth. He thinks it could burn a hole in him.

There are a few unshakeable facts Iwaizumi thought he'd always known. They might not have been as immovable as he thought they were.

Oikawa Tooru is his best friend. It's not just Tooru and Hajime anymore, but maybe that's okay.

Iwaizumi doesn't have might have desperately hopes he's not mistaken has a soulmate.

You have a soulmate.

At least, you think you do. You throw the volleyball to your cousin, watching him stumble to receive it.

"What makes you so sure you do, (name)?" Hinata asks, curious. He tosses the ball back to you and you catch it cleanly, spinning it on a finger. You think it's a fair question. After all, you don't have a soulmark, unlike Hinata.

"It's just a feeling, you know?" You shrug. "Like I just know there's someone out there for me." You drop the ball, flopping onto the grass under you, and your cousin bounds up to you, throwing his arms around your neck. You pat his fluffy orange hair, feeling a rush of affection. "Of course, it's just a feeling. I'm not as lucky as you, to have such a pretty soul mark."

Hinata scrambles away from you, lifting his shirt and grimacing. The golden fox is bright, and you wonder what kind of person it belongs to. They must certainly be somewhat flashy, and you're very curious to see how they'd fit your cousin.

You giggle, getting up and brushing the grass off your shorts, pulling Hinata up with you. "Come on nerd, let's go get some more practice in before Auntie calls us for dinner."

"Blech! I don't care about soulmates anyway! I just want to play some volleyball! I'm gonna play before I graduate middle school, I swear!"

You believe him. There's very little your cousin can't do when he puts his mind to it. You shoot him a thumbs up and he grins at you. "For what its worth, I think you have a soulmate too! They have to be a really cool person, though, or I'm fighting them off!"

He cheers, and you follow him, your spirits high.

You've lived with your aunt and cousins for as long as you've remembered. Your parents had died when you were really young, and your mother's sister had taken you in. You got along with your cousins like a house on fire, immediately charmed by Hinata and Natsu. Despite the two year difference between you and Hinata, you both were really close, and you went along with most of his whims, encouraging his interest in volleyball and practicing with him outside your house , throwing the ball at him for hours on end, while Natsu cheered you both on.

You were happy when he decided to join the same school you were in, even though you'd both only get to share one year together, since you're already in your last year of high school. You both cycle to school together on the first day, and you listen to him chatter away about joining the volleyball club. You remember that the volleyball club at your school didn't have a lot of success, but you hope your cousin has a good time regardless.

The next day, you laugh high and loud when Daichi grabs you and shakes you, calling your cousin a menace. You know he'd grow on Daichi eventually. The competition the captain had set certainly explained the fervor with which Hinata had practiced back home.

Reaching school, you see the captain of the team is in your class, Daichi. You're pretty friendly with him and you stride up to him, leaning on his back. He yelps in surprise, then grins back at you when he notices you. "(name), hey! We're in the same class again!"

You smirk, bumping fists with him. "I can't believe we're in our last year of high school already! It feels like yesterday, stumbling into class in out first year..."

He sighs. "Yeah, it's our last shot at making something of the volleyball team too."

"Speaking off..." You trail off, and he looks at you, curious. "My baby brother is in his first year of high school and he might be, no scratch that, he's definitely applying to the team. Be nice to him, okay?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I make no promises. Is he any good at playing?"

You shrug. "He's short and spunky, real fast. I think he can do anything he puts his mind to, he's just a bit....over excitable."

You're not surprised when he becomes a full fledged member of the team.

You try to keep up with your cousin's matches, but your own classes and your determination to get into a good college had you busy for most of the days. You did always make time for when he talked about his matches against the other schools and his own rival/teammate, Kageyama.

You notice immediately when he comes home one day from a match, quiet. You tilt your head at him questioningly, and he plops down next to you on the ground, sprawling over you.

"Get off, you lump!" You giggle, pushing him aside, and he whines. "We won today, a practise match against a team. Aobajohsai."

You fistbump him, but he's clearly out of it, returning it with much less enthusiasm than he normally would. "You're..not as excited as I thought you would be about that."

He sits up, shaking his head. "I am! But their captain didn't join until the very last set, and he was scary."

"Want me to come to your next match against them and beat him up?" You grin, flashing your muscles (they're very pitiful muscles, unfortunately), and he snorts. "Nah, we'll just win against them again next time! I'm gonna be the best decoy ever!"

You mildly worry over what Daichi was making your brother do. A decoy? At least he still looked extremely excited about it. You think he wants to tell you about something else, but he shakes the thought away, and you decide to let him be.

The following weeks bring with it the interhigh, and you hear the volleyball team has been doing pretty well, winning their first two matches. You wave at the team one morning when they're heading out, looking extremely nervous, and you giggle at the second years that immediately pounce on Hinata, asking him how they knew you. You wish them luck, before heading into your school. You're sure they'll bring about another victory.

It's a surprise when Hinata comes home late at night, his eyes red and face rubbed. You bite your lip, realising what happened and watch him absent mindedly fool around with the ball.

"Want to talk about it?

He sniffs, rubbing his eyes. "We lost. To the grand king." You tsk. You're not sure who the grand king is, though.

"Was it close?" He nods, and you put an arm around his shoulder, bringing him into a hug. "You'll get them next time. There isn't much that can keep you down, and your team looks crazy enough to be the same." You think he knows this already, but you're a supportive big sister and you'll give him all the reassurance and praise he deserves.

He perks up, like he's remembering something. "Oh yeah, (name)! There's a spiker on Aobajohsai who makes me feel weird? His spikes are so cool, they're like BWAAH but he feels very familiar to me somehow..."

You were halfway to the kitchen, ready to pull out a knife when he said this spiker felt weird, but that explanation was even more bewildering. "Maybe he's your soulmate?" You wonder out loud, and he shakes his head resolutely. "He isn't, I'm sure. Besides, he doesn't really feel like a fox...."

You point out that his actual soulmate might not feel like one too, but it falls on deaf ears. The conversation is derailed with the both of you discussing whether Hinata's soulmark meant that his soulmate would be a foxy person, and you poke and tease at his red cheeks.

You shake your pom poms at Daichi and Kiyoko, questioningly. "You know, I came here to support my brother, not to become a de facto cheerleader for your baby nerds."

You had a free day from classes, and decided to accompany the volleyball team to their Spring high. You were already beginning to regret the decision when Kiyoko and the other tiny manager had procured a couple of pom-poms mysteriously from nowhere, pressing them onto you.

Daichi gives you a thumbs up, enthusiastically. "(name), supporting our team as a cheer leader IS supporting Hinata. We're all a team!"

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, glancing at Kiyoko, but she just shrugs at you. "Whatever gets them hyped up."

Resigned, you're glad you decided to doll yourself up a bit for the matches. You'd make the other teams jealous of Hinata for having a cute cheerleader on their side. You nod, resolutely, holding back a grimace when you notice the team looking extremely nervous.

They would be fine...right?

You decide to go hunt down some stomach medicine for the freckled first year, who looked like he was a second away from blowing his breakfast all over the court. Throwing a salute to Kiyoko, you stride away, breaking into a quick jog down the corridors when you hear the announcer.

You crash into someone at full speed, and you have just enough time to yell out an "Oh shit!" before you take the person down, landing on top of them. The first thing your brain notices is how hard and muscly the body under you is, and you find yourself turning red, pushing yourself up on the boy quickly, stopping when you see his face.

He's...really handsome. You're kind of mad at how handsome he is. Thick furrowed eyebrows, cute spiky hair, and body built like a brickhouse, and tan cheeks dusted with a pink, that was probably mirroring yours.

Except...his chin and most of his neck is glowing with a really pretty combination of blue and purple. It looks kind of silly, but they fade away even as you watch. The boy sits up in a hurry, and the position ends up with you on his lap, and you feel your face getting hotter. You look down and notice your own hands are also covered in a weird glow.

What the...

You raise your hand to his face, unable to stop yourself. You had a hypothesis, and your brain was running at a hundred miles an hour.

The boy watches you as you press a finger to his face, feeling his warm skin. You pull your finger away and it blazes a bright orange, the spot where you pressed against his cheek also glowing, like a facsimile of a highlight.

He grabs your hand, and the both of you stare at your interlocked hands, the colors forming slowly where your skin touches.

Well. You're glad your suspicions about having a soulmate didn't let you down. You kind of think you hit the jackpot with him too, considering he was one of the hottest people you've ever seen.

His face is blazing red. "What..?"

Ah.

"I did not mean to say that loud..." You realize you're still on his lap, and you scramble back. He snorts, getting up, and pulling yourself up with him. You note he still hasn't let go of your hand.

The announcer blares out, and the both of you jump like you're struck by lightning, the dreamy moment broken. He straightens, and points to you.

"After my match." He looks over you, and winces, remembering something. "You're a Karasuno student, huh...I'm pretty sure our next match is against your team. I'll find you after we win."

You puff up in indignation. The audacity!

"My baby brother and his team are going to kick your ass!" You stomp your feet, turning around to storm away, your hair whipping around your face. You feel a hand wrap around your upper arm as he pulls you back into him, snorting in amusement at your anger.

"You're also really pretty, by the way." You huff, looking around for people before reaching in and pressing a quick kiss to his cheeks, extremely light and quick, the only hint of it the light glow on his cheek that fades away in a second. You wonder if your lips are tinted. You guess they are, from the way he stares at them.

"Charmer. I'll see you later. Sorry about rooting against you."

You escape his grasp while he's still shocked from your kiss, winking at him. You had a nervous team to cheer for.

You hunt down your soulmate after the match. You had explained to Hinata quickly what had happened before the match started, and he nodded at you understandingly when you slink away from the celebrating team. You find a lone figure sitting on a bench, head bent, and you sigh, hoisting up the moist towels in your arm, glad you came prepared.

You sneak up to him, wrapping a towel around his neck, and he whips his head at you in shock, before relaxing and realizing who it was.

"Come to gloat?" He asks, before a regretful look crosses his face.

You move in front of him, holding his face in your hands. You watch his cheeks glow as you rub your fingers across them gently. It's weird how comfortable you are with doing that, but he didn't seem bothered by it either so you aren't going to stop.

"I'm going to ignore that because I understand that you're sad. For what it's worth, you were really cool out there."

"We still lost."

"Karasuno's pretty scary now, huh." You grin, proudly, and he lets out a sigh. "My brother, Hinata. He's the spunky middle blocker."

Okay, maybe you were gloating a bit. But today was the first time you saw them in action, and they were a lot more intense and good than you expected. You didn't know a lot about volleyball, but the stuff they were doing definitely looked super cool. You kind of understood Hinata's descriptors of 'BWAAH' and 'BOOM' now to describe their moves.

"That kid is your brother? That explains some things.." You look at him questioningly, and he shakes his head at you.

"I'm not gonna ask, I think. Iwaizumi, right?"

He's startled, realizing he doesn't even know your name. You introduce yourself to him, and he mouths your name, voicing it out.

"It's Hajime to you. You're my soulmate."

You grin at him, pulling him up from the bench. "Hajime, then. You know, there's a silver lining to your team losing today." He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers. You lean onto him cheerfully. "What is it?"

"You get to be comforted by your soulmate, of course! Let's go get some dinner, on me!"

Clearly cheered up by the prospect, he smiles at you, and you feel your heart flutter. Seriously, you must have saved a country in your previous life to get a soulmate this cute. You were determined to stain him with every color of the rainbow all over his body by the end of today.

He pulls you along. "Let me introduce you to my team first." You walk alongside him, wrapping yourself around his arm, needling at him to explain to you volleyball terms, the colors at the junction of where your skin meets his as bright as the setting sun.

There are a few unshakeable facts to his life that Hajime knows will never change.

Oikawa Tooru is his best friend. When he introduces you to him, you cheerfully exclaim "Grand king! I think I'm supposed to beat you up!" and Oikawa sputters. Hajime doesn't hold back his laughter as Oikawa pouts, but you're paying more attention to Hajime, distracted by his laughter, moving in again to brush your fingers across his cheek.

Hajime loves seeing the colors appear on you. He loves the different shades they take, how they perfectly look like the imprint of his fingers when he presses them into your waist, when he grips the back of your neck and kisses you, when he brushes them across your forehead. He especially loves seeing them on your lips. He thinks they probably look a bit ridiculous to other people with their stained lips, but to him its the most endearing thing he's ever seen.

You also love seeing the colors on him. You've always been a bit possessive of your belongings, and Hajime is yours in a way no one else will ever be. You love watching the colors appear on his arms as you grip them, wrapping yourself around him as you both walk together. You also adore pressing kisses to his cheeks and lips, surprising him almost every time you do it. You know the marks you leave on his neck sometimes last much for an entire day, and you know he deals with the ribbing from his teammates every time they see it. It just entices you to leave more.

Most of all, Hajime knows that his soulmate loves him.

The colours dance around your boyfriend’s chest, as you trail your fingers down it. You’re lying on top of him, your arm crossed and supporting your head on his stomach, as you entertain yourself.

You pout when he stays asleep, dead to the world. Apparently your naughty shenanigans last night had knocked him out good, and you’re kind of proud of yourself for it.

But that was neither here nor there, and right now you wanted his attention. You moved up, biting his cheek, and he jostles awake with surprise, closing his eyes again when he realizes it’s just you.

“Go back to sleep then, baby.”

“Brat…”

You giggle, tweaking his nose.“I’m bored, Hajime.”

With a groan, you bury your face in his neck, enjoying his warmth and smell. “Don’t wanna. You’re so busy with your team…it feels like forever since we’ve been like this.”

He’s silent at your words, his hands coming down and squeezing your thighs, pulling at them. “Hey…I’m sorry about that. You’ve given up so much for me and I’ve repaid you by being too busy to spend time with you...”

You raise your head, frowning, and flick his forehead. “Ow!”

“Idiot!” Your cheeks puff up in anger. “You’re following your dreams, Hajime. It’s so fucking cool that you’re a trainer for the Olympics team now. You don’t have to apologize to me for anything. You’re my soulmate and I love you.”

He stares at you, his expression warm. Bending down, his lips brush across your cheeks lightly, and you giggle at the feeling. “I don’t deserve you.” He pulls back, watching the colour dance across your cheeks and nose where his lips brushed your face, before fading away.

You scoff at him. “You deserve the best.”

“And that��s you?”

“Of course it is.” You poke your tongue out at him. “What’s got you in such a melancholic mood today?” Any other time with you naked on him would have led to a lot of teasing and groping by now. He’s holding himself back.

“I met Tooru today.”

“Oh?” You sit up on his chest, curiously, and he supports you without any effort, his hands moving up to your waist.

“He told me he found out who his soulmate is, love.”

“But isn’t he still dating that manager of yours from high school..?” Hajime nods, and you whistle. “He’s pretty conflicted about the whole thing. He feels really bad for leaving his soulmate alone, but he’s been dating her for as long as we have. He thought they’d make it.” You’re silent at first. “So this is what’s gotten you worried?”

“He’s my best friend and I’ve been worrying about him forever..I’ve rarely seen him this broken up about things.”

You run your fingers over his hard stomach and chest comfortingly. “He’ll figure it out, Hajime. He always has.” Admittedly, you’ve always been a skeptic of him and his girlfriend. You frown at the thought. Hajime had told you pretty early on about his feelings for her and you often thought about how you would have felt if you had met Hajime while he was dating her instead. And now someone else was in that position.

Your boyfriend knows you well, and immediately knows where your mind is heading. He picks up your hand with his, interlocking your fingers and kissing it. “Idiot. I’m here with you now.” You slap at his chest.

“I know! I can’t believe you ever thought you didn’t have a soulmate.”

His fingers pinch at your thigh and you yelp in surprise. “My apologies, princess. Not all of us can have the same self-confidence you did when you thought you had a soulmate. I didn’t even have a mark.”

“And now you’re covered with them all the time.”

He knows that if he looked down where your body met his, it’d be glowing with different colours. The colours themselves were sometimes bright, sometimes muted, sometimes they’d last for hours and sometimes they would fade away after he took his hands off you, so quickly it’s like they were never there.

You’ve tested the way the colours appear extensively (intentionally and unintentionally…you’ve always found it hard to keep your hands off him) but you’ve never discovered any sort of pattern. You both concluded that it was just random, if pretty.

“Totally not embarrassing having to show up for training with orange marks all over my neck. You know your cousin is on the team, right?”

You giggle unapologetically at him. “Just think of it as revenge for whatever PDA Hinata and Atsumu throw at you. I know it’s a lot.”

Your boyfriend groans at the very thought. “I have lost count of the amount of times I’ve spiked balls into their heads to interrupt them. I thought we were bad. Most of the team is very traumatized.”

You coo at him. “My poor baby. We are definitely worse and you know it.”

He snorts. “I’ll show you worse.”

He lifts you, both hands going around your waist, making you support yourself on your knees. You start to complain before you’re silenced quickly, your words cutting off into a moan as he releases one hand from your waist to rub you, experienced fingers finding your clit quickly.

You’ve been together for quite a while, and know each other’s bodies as well as your own by now. It doesn’t take him long to work you up into a frenzy, his fingers entering you.

“You’re so wet already for me, you cute little slut.” He stretches you, his fingers scissoring. “Just look at that.”

He withdraws them from inside you and you whine in annoyance at the sudden emptiness, your thighs shaking. You flush red looking at the juices from you coating his fingers.

“Hajime…please.”

“Hmm? Please what?” You’re annoyed at how unbothered he looks lying down in comparison to your flustered self, and you poke at his chest. He repays you with a spank to your ass, and you yelp in surprise. “Behave. And use your words. I know that pretty mouth has its uses other than moaning for me.”

You’re pouting, but you’re enjoying this tremendously, and he knows it. Nothing gets you hot and bothered more than your boyfriend going all authoritative on you.

“I need you in me..”

You sit back down on him, feeling him hot and hard right under you. Moving back and forth slowly, you grind on him, covering him in slick.

You pick up the hand of his that was inside you, inserting his fingers in your mouth and tasting yourself on him. He grips your cheek, dislodging your hands.

“Shit..shit, okay.”

He lets go of your face, lifting you again slightly, before entering you. Your body arched as he pushed the head of the shaft in, your wetness offering little resistance. You both groan in unison as you bottom out. “Can’t hold myself back against you, baby girl.”

You giggle as you feel his thickness fill you out. You supported your hands on his stomach as you began to move up again slowly, and gasped as his hips surged up to meet yours with ease.

Hajime runs his hands down your body, his fingers tweaking at your nipples, grinning at the temporary stain of colour that covered them. You looked ever so pretty on his dick, bouncing up and down, covered in the colours that marked you solely as his. Your eyes are closed, your hair flowing down your back, the sounds of your skin slapping against his intermixed with the soft sound of rain outside your window.

He continues moving his hips slowly, the warmth of you covering him so well it’s driving him a little bit insane. He takes the opportunity while your eyes are closed to reach a single arm out to the side where the nightstand drawer is, extracting something he’d been keeping hidden for a while.

You’re in heaven, as he hit your sweet spots, filling you out so well, your pussy clenching around him tight. You startle as he picks up your hand lying on his chest and you feel something cold moving down your finger.

“What..?”

Your eyes fly open, looking down to where he’s interlocked your fingers with his. Your eyes lock onto the shiny band now adorning your fingers, the rock on it glittering. You pause moving, your brain trying to catch up. You meet his eyes, and they’re warm with his love, the unasked question in the air.

“You’re…you’re such an idiot, Hajime!” You gasp out, tears springing into your eyes. A hint of worry is in his expression as he notices your damp eyes. “Sweetheart..?”

“Hurry up and cum in me so I can admire my new ring! Who proposes during sex? We’re gonna get my sweat all over it!”

You whine, and he laughs, sitting up, leaning against the headboard. He grips your waist as your arms fly around his neck, and kisses you as he speeds up, gripping your ass. “I love you.” His lips continue to move across your face, kissing away your tears, swallowing your moans, until they finally latch onto your neck, as he bites and sucks at it. Your nails dig into his back. “I’m close, Hajime-“

“I got you, baby, it’s okay.”

You bury your face in his shoulders as you climax, feeling your cum mix with his as he empties himself inside you, the mixture of fluids leaking out. You shiver as you both take a moment to get a hold of yourselves, and he adjusts himself again, whispering praises into your ear as he falls back onto the bed ,taking you down with him, still inside you. You lie down on his chest, panting, feeling his move up and down with you as he kisses the top of your head.

You turn your head to the side when you’ve caught your breath, bringing up your hand to your face and examining the ring on it.

“I swear I had a proper proposal all planned out.” He grabs your hand, rubbing across it with his thumb. “I was going to take you out to a fancy dinner, get on my knees, go the whole way. Bribe the waiter to put the ring in champagne.”

You flush at his words, feeling your eyes dampen again. “You’re making me tear up again.”

“You looked so pretty right there. I couldn’t resist.” He kisses your hand gently. “I’m sorry for not making it fancier.”

“It’s perfect.” You lift your head, joining your lips to his. “I’d marry you right now if I could. I like the sound of Mrs. Iwaizumi a lot…”

He hisses, turning you both to your sides, hooking your leg around his. “You’re going to get me going again if you call yourself that.”

You laugh. “So eager to wife me up, Hajime?”

“Have been for years, baby girl.” Gripping at your thighs, he pulls himself out of you, admiring the sight of your cum and his dripping out of you. You wince at the feeling of the liquids cooling between your thighs, and he notices, getting out of bed and lifting you in his arms. “Shower first, though.”

“Ooooh.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you in, hooking your head on his shoulder and admiring your hand with the ring. “So husbandly already, Mr. Iwaizumi~”

You hear his smile as the door shuts behind you and he places you on the bathroom counter, leaning in. Your hand grips his hair as he nips at you, the two of you marking each other with the colours of the rainbow. “Anything for my future wife.”

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #woa! here be smut!#soulmate au #this is just rly fluffy and self indulgent like everything i ever write bshedjfgbdhrgdhgfbrdgf #i love soulmate aus...#sorry2 oikawa tooru hes going thru it in this au i think #keep ur head up king..#anyway enjoy!! aaaaaaaaaaaaa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime x you

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torhues · 1 year

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oikawa tooru.

the temperature drops low, distant howling of wind singing over the city bringing along light showers as the water droplets settled on your glass window arching all the way up to your ceiling from the floor, a soft hum drew out of oikawa’s mouth as you shuffled under the blankets, his nose burying further in the crook of your neck as a muffled laughter fell off your lips at the tickles, and a warm evening nap never felt so right before this, if that is a thing.

“we should get up,” you mumble, arms wrapping tighter around him.

he nods, pulling you closer. “yes,”

“we have assignments to submit before midnight,” you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around him tighter, as if any space in between is forbidden. as if any space left could possibly threaten your relationship you try to pull him beyond the closest proximities the two of you could be in.

you feel his lips brush against your temple. “yes,”

“tooru,” you pull away abruptly, hands on his shoulders before they make their way up to his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing soft circles down his cheeks as you pull him back in once again. “forget it,”

you swear, you feel him smile against your forehead.

“see, you want me just as much as I want you,” if you could see him, if you weren’t in his arms with your face buried in his chest, you would find yourself laughing at the triumphant smile on his face. you can picture it, though, quite clearly. in your seven months of relationship with oikawa, you know the curve his lips follow when he’s the happiest, or the way he morph into the prettiest smile in the world when he gets to hold you close, or the mischievous grin that dances on his face when you surrender, giving into his tactics of having you close to him.

and you haven’t known him for any longer than eight months, for you started dating only thirty days after your fated meeting at orientation session. you still haven’t met his friends from highschool, the ones he adores to death and the ones who would love you as soon as they meet you. you didn’t know about his allergies up until two months ago, and you didn’t know he preferred hot chocolates over coffee and tea. it’s fine, he told you when you talked about how little you know of him, and it’s fine, you say right now, because you know the way he breathes, the way his footsteps sound, the way he smells like home. you don’t mind not knowing anything else about him right now because you feel like if he were to meet you with a face you had never seen, with a voice you have never heard before, you would recognize him right away.

because your heart knows the rhythm his heart beats, and because every pulse echoes of him and you.

“you should scoot closer because i’m cold,” his words get lost amidst your hair, hands pulling you closer and closer that one more pull and you’ll be on top of him, and it still wouldn’t be close enough.

“this is the closest we can be, and—” you snicker as if you weren’t trying to do the same a few moments ago, and it’s funny how none of you want to show how deeply in love you are, yet still desperately yearning for each other as if you both are fragments of a single soul living as two. “i’m trying to get out of bed here,”

a pause.

oikawa takes his time admiring you, looking at you in the most lovesick way ever, as if, if lovesick was a person, it would be him. and evenings like this make you feel like time has ceased to exist because you find yourself in his arms at all the times, without change. it feels like the universe is offering you your share of fairytales and forevers because it was long due, and even if the world ends tomorrow, or even the next minute, because you wouldn’t have any regrets, for you’d be dying in the arms of your lovers, desperately happy and impossibly deep in love.

“we should get married,” your eyes widen and his’ mirror the same expression closely, as if he didn’t expect himself to say those words like this, but there couldn’t have been a better timing. oikawa has always been a hopeless romantic, all about love and nothing about giving up. he has had his fair share of relationships, he has seen things, been through highs and lows that they offer, he has spilled tears on his pillows, has been the reason behind someone’s heartbreak and perhaps, his’ too, but oikawa has loved once.

oikawa had first fallen in love when you spent your night listening to him talk about his likes and dislikes and if they were your own. the second time was when you cradled him in your arms when he lost an important game, crying on his shoulders as if it was a shared loss. the third time was when you told him i love you, and oikawa hasn’t stopped falling in love ever since.

“ha-ha, funny,” your lips curve into a smile, much flattered at his proposal.

“i’m not kidding,” his hand ghosts up your waist. “i think we should get married, really,” for a second, you consider his words— to marry oikawa, because it sounds extravagant and everything that you could ever ask for right now. in those fractions of a second, you picture your married life with him, living in the same apartment, ever so close that you would no longer have to go over to each other’s places anymore, cooking together, cuddling on the sofa while watching movies, perhaps a mini him and you toddling around— a fraction of a second, and you go all the way from present to future, all the way from being afraid to commit to being knee deep in commitments with no seemingly no regrets.

all the way from laughing at his words to actually considering them.

“and we’re what? nineteen? yet to graduate from university and get a job?” there’s nervousness seeping through his skin from your fingertips, it’s in the way your eyes look at him with fear and hope. “we can’t get married now,”

“i never said we have to get married now,” and his lips against yours is all you needed to snap back into reality. “i just said we should get married, be it five years later, or ten, or whenever you want,” because oikawa makes love feel like a fairytale, ever so magical and unreal that after a point, you forget how to distinguish between dreams and reality. your heart is so full of him that you can barely call it yours. as if the right person at the wrong time isn’t even something that exists because oikawa is your right person, and wrong time doesn’t make sense because every second with him feels so right.

“and, what if i don’t want to marry you?” he doesn’t answer your question, not in words, not because he doesn’t have anything to say but because he’s thinking of something big, and before you could clarify that it was a joke, oikawa slips out his ring, the one that he got on your birthday, with its other half in your finger; and he takes your hand, slipping the ring into your finger.

“what was that for?”

“it’s for tell you that we’re now engaged so you cannot marry someone else,” and maybe, it’s easier for him to say it so simply, with smiles that resonate with silly intentions

so, you take out your ring and slip it into his finger, a chuckle falling off his lips when it doesn’t go all the way down because of its smaller diameter, though you could care less. “and this is for telling you that choosing someone else isn’t even an option when i have you,” because falling in love with oikawa is a process, like a trust fall into a bottomless pit with no fears because he is standing at the bottom, arms wide open.

#♡ hues'.#♡ handmade.#oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa fic #haikyuu fic #oikawa fluff #haikyuu fluff #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #naur what is this 😔 i hate the ending #tho i love writing for my fav boy #mom i love him sm :(

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inevitableinfinity · 8 months

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oikage week day 4: canon compliant | 500 words | crossposted here

a terrible temptation to rush to you and hold you close Franz Kafka

He sees the King of the Court sink onto the bench, dethroned and utterly pathetic, anger sharp and baring its teeth like a captured animal that is bleeding out but too proud to accept help. Tooru understands. He doesn’t want to help this King anyway, a dictator who chose to run his team into the ground and bark orders to the very end.

Still, Tooru understands lonely pride, which is why he pauses for a breath, gaze lingering on the figure whose memory has been growing exponentially in his absence, whose shadow has become as familiar as his own—before exhaling and turning to leave.

He sees a cheeky little first year bowing before him, feigning politeness after yelling and chasing after Tooru (who does he think he’s kidding?). He’s confused and upset and pathetic in a different way than before, which Tooru finds concerning. Only a few months ago, this boy had no desire whatsoever to change and yet, here he is, begging Tooru for advice like he’s any other kouhai. (Seriously, who does he think he’s kidding?)

Tooru tamps down the desire to stretch a hand out and see if this is real, if the King is actually human after all. Instead, he asks Takeru to take a picture, to immortalize the moment and still keep him just out of reach.

He sees his rival from across the court. Their eyes lock, solemn; there is no pity in the blue eyes that haunt both his waking dreams and nightmares which is good because Tooru would loathe for this memory to be tinted in pity. This is—was—his last high school tournament. And while it has resulted in a defeat that burns going down, this is not the end. They will meet again. He knows it.

Who will they be, the next time the net stands between them? Constantly growing, constantly evolving as teenagers do, he no longer resembles that kid Tooru had first met, now all lanky with long limbs and Tooru knows he will only continue to change. He stares, trying to memorize who and what they are in this sip of time they can never return to once they walk away. “Don’t get cocky,” he sneers before turning on his heel.

He sees Tobio. He sees Tobio, tall and proud, insolent as ever, reeking of confidence that he used to only boast but has now earned. (He wears it well, Tooru begrudgingly admits.) And then—Tobio sees him and sprints toward him, luggage be damned, wrapping him in the tightest embrace he can muster, audience of an entire airport terminal be damned.

And while Tooru has never held any other version of Tobio, he thinks that is okay. This Tobio fits into his arms snugly, the same way their fingers interlace, the way the final puzzle piece glides into place, the way they have woven in and out of each other’s lives, not in a twisted knot of fate as Tooru had once thought but into a rich tapestry of their feelings.

Every previous version of Tobio has been important to Tooru, but this one is his.

#help i wrote this in an hour at 1 am #i simply?? love them #oikage #oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #my writing #oikageweek

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yeshens · 1 month

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@piliyi, prompt —

go ahead. ask whatever you want. / tookai…

let it be said that tooru’s never claimed to be a guy who handles rejection well. most of the time it’s not enough of a reason to deter him from trying, but there’s always a little part of him that braces himself even in the asking.

so he’s hesitant, (he’s never done this before. he hasn’t even considered all the ways this could go wrong,) but. there’s something about kaien that makes him want to take that risk. it’s a kind of optimistic hope that he’s learned to let go of through the years, and it reaches back for him.

but first we have to set the scene. so, picture this: the air is warm with the scent of freshly baked pastries, the windows frosted over by the remnants of winter’s chill even as the beginnings of spring chases it away. kaien cuts a striking figure with his back resting casually against the counter, his grin piercing straight through tooru’s chest. tooru thinks he may look besotted, but he’s not in a position to judge — the glass display where his reflection sits isn’t what he’s paying attention to at the moment. it’s clichéd, perhaps, but in this snapshot of a moment he only has eyes for kaien.

“right,” he takes a deep breath. “no matter what, you’re not allowed to laugh, okay?”

and then, in the space of one single exhale, “willyougooutwithme?”

#ic. tooru.#piliyi #HHAPPY GOOD DAY BIRTH JUNI. i love you #ok impt notes out of the way tag spam ahead.#kaien: ask me anything / tooru: ok. do you think i’m hot #‘if tooru goes to argentina after hs when does this happen’#this is actually an au where tooru doesn’t go overseas unless kaien rejects him. it’s very make your own adventure haha #no but actually i think this is like. the gap year after hs when he’s still figuring out the logistics of #living overseas. so right after hs but before everything else. if it didn’t happen in canon i’m pretending it did. it happened here. to me #special bom ment btw hehe(:#(subsection for livetext msgs i’m holding back as i write this because i want this to be a surprise)#i just tried to google kaien like he’s a well known figure. like he has a wikipedia page dedicated to him.#which i think he should but that’s a topic for another tag on another post #common [writing tookai] happenings: why is My heart racing

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treasuringizu · 2 years

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congrats on 100 followers!! i really love your izu writings :) could i request with the prompt

“one listening to the other talk (or rant) about their day, the room being too dark for the other to notice how their partner is lovingly gazing at them, hanging on to every word that leaves their lips.” with oikawa? have a lovely day💓

a/n: thank you!! <3 i hope u have a lovely day too!!💕

❤️‍🔥 - milestone: send me a prompt!

- oikawa tooru x reader

oikawa loves listening to you talk.

it doesn’t even matter what you’re saying — it could be absolute nonsense, what you ate for lunch yesterday, or it could be about your plans for the future (he always hopes he’s in it forever) — and he would hang on to every word.

and now, he’s listening to you tell him about your day. it’s ritual at this point — you always going over every single detail that happened, guiding him through everything you did as if he were there himself.

you’re in his bedroom, back leaning against the headboard and ankles crossed over each other, holding a pillow in your lap as you recount. oikawa is laying sideways, head propped on his hand. it’s dark outside — the moon is out tonight, and he can see the stars winking at him from the window, dimly illuminating the dark room.

it highlights you nicely, he thinks, admiring how it shines on you, allowing him to just make out the shape of your face in the darkness.

you’re still telling him about your day, and he’s eagerly nodding to everything that comes out of your mouth, asking questions for you to elaborate when right. having dramatic reactings — oohing and aahing because he knows it will make you laugh, which in turn makes his heart feel lighter.

oikawa’s also staring at you, at your lips as they move, smiling lovingly at the gestures you make to accompany your story. he sticks his tongue out at you when you pinch his cheek for staring too much, whining about how much it hurts (it doesn’t really, just wants an excuse for you to dote on him), crawling into your lap and making you brush through his hair with your fingers in apology.

he closes his eyes as you continue, listening to the smoothness of your voice and letting it wash over him like a wave — lets himself drown in it. in you.

oikawa loves listening to you talk.

but most of all, he loves you.

#might have gotten a lil bit carried away #but i love oikawa oml #loml #❤️‍🔥- milestone: 100 #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa drabble #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu drabble #.haikyuu #.oikawa #.drabble #.hq #.hq drabble #.oikawa drabble #.kc writes

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lexinympho · 2 years

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Oikawa yawns and types out another well practiced response to someone's congratulatory text, managing to spice up his "thank you"s just enough to not seem like he's throwing out the same two words over and over.

He does mean it everytime though. He was delightfully surprised by the impromptu party his teammates put together for him, and quite literally spent hours talking to his high school friends, even walking decades down memory lane with Iwaizumi. He received numerous messages and comments from fans online, giving attention to the whole community through post instead of singling out a select few. As for gifts, it's reminiscent of his time at Aoba Johsai when he'd spend all day and the next going through everything.

Yeah, happy birthday to me.

Except it's not happy because it's sundown and he has yet to hear from you aside from a quick text you sent him around midnight at your time. It's something you'd previously told him would unfortunately happen today (of all days) due to your livelihood and job. You always had the tradition of being the first to wish him happy birthday right when the clock hits 12, so the fact that you didn't say anything to him until hours later is telling of how busy you must be.

You made sure to stress that you'd speak with him more when you find the time though, which he understands, but that doesn't really help his loneliness as he waits for you to call or at least text again before his day is over with.

Oikawa will say with certainty that there wasn't anything he deeply hated about being a professional volleyball player. Occasional annoyances of travel and adulthood in general are a given, but all of that is something he'd grown to live with, to the point that most of those annoyances simply fade into the background and become the new norm.

Being thousands of miles away from you is not a norm, never will be. It's much more than an annoyance that could easily be dealt with or accepted for what it is; not being able to see and hear you in person is something that grates at his soul without ever holding back. His phone can only do so much to ease his woes by allowing him to communicate with you from Argentina, and he can count on one hand how many times either of you physically met since his endeavor.

So, Oikawa can say with certainty that he deeply hated this. The conflicting time zones, missed calls or texts being caught up on later, and just not being able to hold you nearly as much as he would before pursuing his dream.

He turned back to his phone when he felt it vibrate in his hand, proceeding to sit up in bed so fast that his blood is rushing to catch up with the fast change in elevation. He paid no mind to the dizzy spell however, being much more invested in his phone the second he saw your icon appear. He doesn't wait to answer your call with an excited, "Hello!?"

"Excited much?" You quipped, but the guilt in your words was clear as day when you said, "Sorry I couldn't call sooner."

It's fine, is what he would say if it were at all fine, so he instead says, "It couldn't be helped, you had things to do."

"Well..."

He discerned the playful undertone to your voice when you trailed off, "What?" He makes a mental note of the background noise consisting of other voices and the sounds of busy people, They definitely aren't home right now.

"I actually got off of work early~"

He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, "And what, pray tell, did you get off early for?"

"For your gift you volleyball addict." You don't let him retort to the lighthearted jest as you continue, "I needed enough time to get it ready and shipped over there."

"Shipped?" You speak as though you just got the gift together and sent it out today, meaning he definitely wouldn't be seeing it today. "Wouldn't it have made more sense to do it like a week earlier?"

"It would've arrived too soon then."

"I'd rather it be early than late, don't you?"

"Who says it'll be late?"

He hears a car door close on your side, but again decides to not comment and chooses to answer, "The clock that says 10:53 pm behind me."

"The shipping company says it should be there in 5 minutes or so."

The more you speak, the greater his confusion becomes. He jokes, "You must've paid triple for fast delivery."

"Something like that. It is a special one," you laugh with him before sighing, "Well, I have to go now, but keep an eye out for that gift."

"If it gets here on time. Otherwise, it's a belated gift."

"Right, you'd never let me live it down." Oikawa catches someone else's voice after you say that and nearly asks about your whereabouts until you pipe up quickly, "I really have to go, but I'll see you later, okay? Love you!"

You hang up, preventing him from calling you out on your little slip of the tongue.

'See you later'? Maybe it was an accident. Yeah. They've done that before.

Though he brushes aside his suspicions, they swim around his brain for the 5 minutes you'd informed him of earlier as he lingers on his phone for a bit longer. The longer he mindlessly scrolls through social media, the more apparent the red flags from before become now that his brain's had time to wake up and think over the phone call.

There's no way your job would let you leave at 10 am when you go in at 7. The earliest you've ever managed to take off was 3 pm, any earlier only being possible for emergencies.

Why would you wait until now to tell him about a gift, let alone send it? You aren't the type to be late with things like this, so it doesn't sound right for you to be sending it this late.

And speaking of sound, where the heck are you? You took advantage of his tired state and managed to avoid any mention of what you were doing. You even cut the call short.

...I'm too tired for this.

As badly as he wants to close his eyes, he does want to see this "special" gift you promised him. He doesn't get much time to wonder what the gift is when he hears 3 oddly familiar and solid knocks at his front door.

"Coming!" He yelled through his 8th yawn, drowsy yet anticipating while dragging himself out of his room to answer. Another red flag waves in the back of his mind once he reaches the door, this time reminding him of how much Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and Makki asked about you while not explaining why.

Wait-

His confirmation comes in the form of you, visibly exhausted yet overjoyed to see him as you jump through the door frame to wrap Oikawa in a hug and exclaim, "Happy birthday!"

He's still processing how he didn't realize what you were doing sooner, blaming it on the long day he'd had that wore him out.

He soon hugs you back, still surprised but feeling the infectious elation from you, and says, "You're the gift, huh?"

You lift your head to sleepily grin at him and respond, "I said it was special, didn't I?"

He's compelled to smile back, "Yeah, you did."

He's just a few steps away from hitting the hay, his social battery is low from today's events, and he hardly spoke to you until now.

But you're here, and that's truly what matters most to him, so he supposes his birthday is happy this year.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#«lexi's writing»#haikyuu x reader #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x y/n #hq x y/n #haikyū x you #oikawa drabbles #happy b-day to one of the many loves of my life #don't call me out over that rushed ending pls #the word count is fitting for a fic but i'll let this one slide because i didn't write it with the intention of it being a fic #and coming up with a summary and title is torture rn

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sliceofhotsoda · 1 year

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Oikawa asked, "So, y'know how Kunimi takes it easy during games?"

"Yuh huh," Iwaizumi grunted his assent.

"I was thinking," Oikawa paused to dig a chip out of the bag, "he might really shine in the later half of the game when everybody's exhausted."

Oikawa popped the chip into his mouth, and Iwaizumi watched him expectantly. His friend's face twisted around the taste like a big baby. Iwaizumi felt his face wobble with mirth. Oikawa loved salt and vinegar chips--but he always, without fail, made a face when he ate them.

"Ya think you're so smart, don'tcha?"

"I do!"

Iwaizumi kept a straight face, but his chest warmed.

"Glad ya realize Kunimi is good enough to do that."

"What kinda setter would I be if I didn't, Iwa-chan!"

Iwaizumi couldn't help his smile.

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luizazemi · 1 year

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Servamp Secret Santa 2022

YO prompts came to me and I gave my best to meet the wishes of my lovely secret santa this year...

Merry Christmas @yarrayora! I've checked your tumblr and it is hilarious, so you won a follower lol. Also it's been a long time since I've been active in the Servamp fandom and I had great fun writing this even if it's definitely not in the Christmas spirit lmao, so thank you for the opportunity!

And also many thanks to the lovely @animes-trash who organized that event i love you bb

Anyway, see you around in Servamp chaos

Your local Touma stan

Summary of what's below: Touma Taishi has serious anger issues and sometimes it results in murdering someone in the worst place, worst moment. Oops.

The blood merged with the alcohol. It ran along the floorboards, between the chairs, towards the carpet. In a start, Touma pulled the tablecloth off, and pressed it again the floor. In just a few seconds, it was maculate in brownish fluid.

With a grunt, Touma rolled the body over on the tablecloth. It didn’t quite fit.

He glanced at the carpet again.

“A bit decoration always lightens a home!”

He shook his head. No, she would definitely notice if the carpet went missing. She already would definitely notice for the tablecloth. Tsurugi spilt soda over it, Touma would argue. Eyeing at the whisky bottle lying carelessly by the table legs, it came to his mind that Tsurugi could also spilt soda on the carpet, now. He just had to be convinced he did. Not much of an issue.

There he sat, crouching over the already stiff body. Touma clicked his tongue – there was a little too much blood to frame it as a drinking accident. Or the aggressor had been very, very mad at the man. For all Touma knew, many people had many reasons to give that man a harsh beating. He didn’t think he was the first who ever had, but he surely was the last.

That thought lit a slight smile across the youth’s face.

That was it, now. He was freed. He had freed himself. That poor, retarded, pathetic excuse of a man was the last string tying him to his past life. And he, Touma, himself, without nobody’s help, had cut it.

He straightened up, took a deep breath in – repressed a laugh thinking of the body at his feet – then a deep breath out.

A few breathes later, he did no longer want to laugh at all.

He had killed a man in the middle of his living-room. Beside the carpet the girl he was seeing gifted him – the girl he was supposed to be seeing this evening. He looked up at the clock. 4 p.m. and 18 minutes. That loser really had the nerves to show at his apartment in the middle of the day. How much time did he have before Tsurugi came home? Was he coming home today? Touma could call the Tsuyukis and made sure the kid didn’t. And when was she supposed to arrive? She was never on time. Either early, with presents and cheerfulness for the both of them; either late, with even more of both.

So there was no telling. What Touma could tell for sure, however, was that she should never, ever, know about what had happened in this flat.

At that very moment, the doorbell rang.

It rung so distantly, at first, that Touma first though it was his imagination. So he let it ring, once, twice, with more intensity, as if the doorbell itself wanted him to get a grip. On the third time, he got up, careful not to slip into the pond of blood, and walked slowly to the interphone.

He stood, perfectly still, his voice was blank, but calm. Nobody ever rang him. Actually, only two people did, and since one of them could not possibly be that early, it had to be the other one. The annoying one. The one that could see through him. The one that would, if not get it, at least bear with him.

Besides, the body was way too heavy for him. At first, Touma had thought about dragging it on the tablecloth, but that would only spread the blood all around the corridor. Then, he had wondered how large the garbage chute was, considering that it was the only acceptable way for such a man to end – Touma believed he could then retrieve the body from the dump, and toss it wherever it suited him in the sewers. That sounded like a terrible idea, but it was the most creative he had.

Why couldn’t that drunkard just wait for him to come at him?

It wasn’t as if they lived the very next door.

It wasn’t as if they had lived the very next door for six years straight, and that he only decided to remember the existence of his son this week, of all weeks.

This week, Touma was supposed to conclude with the girl. This week, Touma was supposed to graduate and to officially get a job. This week, Touma was supposed to get out of this miserable life. But this week, that man, that man who could have remained just a stinking memory, that man chose not only to reappear, no, he chose to intervene.

“Dirty meddler,” those were his words.

Touma didn’t remember much of what had happened after Tsurugi’s father had said them. Touma had been careful, though. When the man had crossed the border - crossed the tresholf of the flat - Touma knew there was no way back. So he played nice. Offered discussion, offered a chair, offered a drink. And while the man was sitting there, so casually, blattering enormities about how Touma had dared laying his hands on his only son, and how there was no way Touma could even repay him for the wrong he caused him, a poor, innocent, salary-man - while Kamiya was drowning himself into the nonsense he must have been repeating for a while, Touma put on his gloves, chose the heaviest bottle that was left from some drinking evening with his invading so-called friends, and stood behind the man.

Then his head turned empty.

“That’s… Definitely not a good excuse.”

“Since when do I make up excuses?”

“You really don’t but… Somehow, you…”

Seemed rather calm about this? Looked like he had other fucks to give than about some asshole he had beaten to death in his flat? Really just wanted to have a peaceful afternoon because it was the first leave his got in years?

“Look, I just want to get this done before Tsurugi comes back from school.”

The gaze Tooru gave him did not surprise him. The Shirotas always had the same face when confronted to the saddening, yet factual, cruelty of life. Or maybe Tooru didn’t believe him. Maybe he was convinced that Tsurugi was the last of Touma’s concerns, and that he had just messed up, once more.

“And, yes, this was highly unprofessional. However, if you could not report it to the chief inquisitor, I would appreciate it.”

Tooru frowned.

“Anything else?”

“How big is your car trunk?”

Tooru’s car was average, and that was just about what Touma expected of it. Most of all, he was amazed by how convenient it was to have a Shirota around. A costly investment, but he couldn’t say he regretted it. Kamiya, carefully wrapped in black plastic, was as cumbersome as he had been his all life. Luckily, at this time of the year, carrying such a big package could look like getting rid of a Christmas Tree. Shirota had even bothered shaping the bulk like one, which made it even more stupidly difficult to move. But it did make him laugh. And although Touma didn’t, the incongruous smile on Tooru’s face made the situation somewhat funny.

They snuck out of the apartment complex, headed down the parking lot – hid in the garbage dump while neighbors were coming back from fetching their children to school – and finally secured their load in Shirota’s car.

“So, what’s your plan now?”

“You are surprisingly involved in this whole hiding a body case.”

New outraged pout.

“I accepted to lend you my car to hide a man you just slaughtered! You bet I am involved!”

Touma rolled his eyes. Carefully, he searched for his lighter, and lit a cigarette.

“You lend me your car for a while. I’ll get rid of it.”

“The body, right?”

“I can – and should – get rid of the car as well. But since you seem very sentimental about it, I’ll bring it back to you in one piece.”

Tooru looked annoyed. Touma couldn’t tell if it was the cigarette, the alcohol, or Kamiya in the trunk. He bet on the three of them.

“I can’t believe you are actually going to graduate.”

Touma almost dropped his cigarette. He blinked at Tooru.

“What.”

“You’re a menace to society.”

“I’ll remind you I just killed a man, funny guy.”

“Oh, come on. If you’d wanted me dead, you could have done it in a thousand different flavors by now.”

Saying that, he opened up his arms in sign of peace. And this gesture was so humble, so carefree, so soft, that for a moment Touma really wanted to bury his face inside that simpleton’s chest, he really wanted to forget about the murder, and he really wanted to forget about the girl too.

But the cigarette and the alcohol were sour, and he had made his choice.

“I wouldn’t let my guard down, if I were you. The villain is still going to be around for a while.”

“Well, every villain needs a hero to keep them in check!”

Touma chuckled. He offered Tooru a cigarette. He refused.

#servamp secret santa 2022 #touma taishi #tooru shirota #kamiya tsurugi #servamp fic #servamp #i love drama #idk to what extent i ship them but i do #also it made happy to write touma again thank you for the opportunity!#leship #lesimp

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eurydicees · 1 year

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23 + iwaoi!

this was super fun to write, thank you for the request!

summary: it's raining at one in the morning once again, and iwaizumi asks to come over. prompt: spotify wrapped prompts #23, brother (gerard way) pairings: hajime iwaizumi/tooru oikawa words: 2774 warnings: self-esteem issues

let the rain wash it all away

It’s raining again: the third day of pouring rain, falling in sheets onto the soaked earth, pooling in the dips of the roads, splashing up in sprays of silt and water under the tires of cars that pass by. The previous days of rain hadn’t been this hard and fast, just heavy; meanwhile, this rain is falling in bullets.

Oikawa is sitting at his desk, math textbooks and worksheets spread out in front of him, keeping his eyes on the window. It’s impossible to see through it because of the water pouring down the glass, but Oikawa lets himself get caught up in the steady downpour, in the hypnotizing kind of spill of water, in the drumbeat of the rain. It keeps time to the whirlpool of his thoughts, calming him as he works himself out of a spiral of thoughts he doesn’t particularly care to have at the moment.

They lost to Shiratorizawa again in their second year of high school. They had lost so many times already, Oikawa had half wondered if it would stop hurting at some point. But maybe that’s foolish, because it has yet to happen. If anything, it hurts more every time.

He tears his eyes away from the window and back down to his textbook. It’s not worth pondering the could have been and the should it have been and the will it ever be. He has other things to do.

It’s only been moments of staring at the derivatives he’s supposed to be working on when his phone vibrates on the desk next to his papers. For a moment, he thinks he should probably ignore it. He’s busy, technically. But despite his attempt at self-restraint, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds to give in and look at the notification.

Iwa: can i come over

Oikawa reads the message. Then reads it again. Then again.

It’s past one in the morning. As much as Oikawa loves talking to him and being with him, Iwaizumi is usually asleep by this time, especially on a school night. He shouldn’t be texting. If anything, this is a sign that something is off.

What people don’t understand about the two of them is that their friendship goes both ways. It is a two-way road. For all that Iwaizumi knows about Oikawa, Oikawa knows just as much about Iwaizumi. It might look, from the outside, like Iwaizumi is the one always looking out for Oikawa, but the truth is that Oikawa does just the same for Iwaizumi.

The truth is that, for all the ways that Iwaizumi is in tune with Oikawa’s bullshittery, Oikawa is perfectly keeping time with Iwaizumi’s bullshittery. Iwaizumi likes to argue that they have no such thing as a bond of ultimate trust, but they both know that the argument is made up of empty words.

So Oikawa, with all the cataloged memories and trust and knowledge he has of Iwaizumi, knows that something is wrong. He should be sleeping.

Oikawa: you never need to ask. see you in a few

It’s something about the rain, Oikawa guesses. There’s no thunder or lightning, so there’s nothing to quite be afraid of per se, but there’s still a kind of depression that always follows that rain. Iwaizumi has always gotten like this when it storms: tired, foggy. Oikawa knows that well enough. Suddenly, a rush of guilt spills over him as he realizes how caught up he’s been in his own insecurities; he hadn’t spared a thought for how Iwaizumi might be feeling after three days of gray.

Iwaizumi has always needed the sun more than he does. Oikawa is perfectly happy to sit in the dark and stare at his computer until four in the morning; Iwaizumi has a strict sleep schedule that he sticks to. Oikawa finds a kind of tranquil trance in the rain; Iwaizumi finds a heaviness that settles on his chest and presses him down like stones, burying his general will to get anything done.

Something about the sound of the rain, Oikawa thinks. Something about the gray of the sky.

He doesn’t quite understand it—why the rain does this—but he doesn’t have to. He can understand that heaviness. He can understand having the weight of the sky on your shoulders; that gray, gray, falling sky.

Iwaizumi: outside. let me in ?

Oikawa jumps at the vibration of his phone, heading downstairs as soon as he sees it. There isn’t a porch covering at his door, and Iwaizumi must be getting soaked.

When he opens the door, he finds Iwaizumi: soaked to the bone, dressed in only a white t-shirt that’s tight to his chest, tight enough that Oikawa can see the lines of his collarbones; hands stuffed in his jean pockets as he shivers and rocks back and forth on his heels; his eyes on the ground in front of him rather than the door. His hair is plastered to his forehead, the usual untamed spikes flat under the weight of sheets of rain.

“Come in,” Oikawa says quietly. “My parents are asleep, so we have to be quiet.”

Iwaizumi nods, not saying anything as he follows Oikawa into the house. He seems out of place there in a way that he never has before—they’ve been friends their entire lives; Iwaizumi is usually as comfortable in the Oikawa residence as he is in his own—and he stands awkwardly in the doorway, dripping wet and trembling from the cold.

“I’ll get you a towel.” Oikawa isn’t sure why it comes out like a question. It’s just that something is so intrinsically off about Iwaizumi right now that he doesn’t know what to do with it. “Be right back. Stay there.”

“Not going anywhere,” Iwaizumi mutters. He takes his hands out of his pockets and wraps his arms around himself as if to hold in any warmth he can.

By the time that Oikawa comes back with the towel, Iwaizumi looks marginally more comfortable, but not by much. Oikawa tries to hand the towel to Iwaizumi, but Iwaizumi just stares at it for a moment as if he’s not sure what to do with it.

“For your hair,” Oikawa says, “and the cold.” Iwaizumi still doesn’t move, and Oikawa tries to hold in a sigh. “Let me.”

Iwaizumi nods stiffly. He stays perfectly still as Oikawa gently rubs the towel over Iwaizumi’s cheeks to dry them; then works it through his hair until it’s damp instead of dripping. There’s something hopelessly tender in the movement, and something in Oikawa’s heart clenches. Some fist around his feelings tightens—which is to say that Oikawa is well aware that he’s in love with Iwaizumi and he’s also aware that moments like this, little moments of domesticity, ache with how comfortable, how easy, how natural they are.

Oikawa drops his hand, his fist tight in the towel. “Come upstairs, yeah?”

Iwaizumi nods. It’s rare for him to be like this, for him to look this fragile, but when it happens, Oikawa feels as if he’s at a loss. Whenever he himself is hurting, Iwaizumi always seems to know the right thing to do and say. When it comes to Iwaizumi, Oikawa might know him inside and out and upside down, but he’s never known how to comfort someone over non-volleyball related asks, whoever it is. He’s never known the right thing to say to someone who’s shut down like this.

So Oikawa just takes his hand and leads him upstairs. Hands him a change of clothes, ones that will probably not quite fit him entirely but that will at least be dry and a little warmer. Turns his back as Iwaizumi changes into them, because he’s respectful and while they change in the locker room together every day, this feels different.

After Iwaizumi has changed into dry clothes and tossed the wet ones into the bathtub to be dealt with later, he seems to be marginally more there. More steady. More aware of his movements.

“Do you want to talk or just go to sleep?” Oikawa asks.

Iwaizumi shrugs, pulling the sleeves of the shirt over his hands. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.”

“We can just lay down?”

“Okay,” Iwaizumi says. He takes a deep breath, and Oikawa, already in bed, opens the blankets up for him to join.

There’s no hesitation before Iwaizumi joins him under the covers, settling onto the mattress. Oikawa’s twin size mattress isn’t nearly big enough for the both of them, and Oikawa finds himself pressed against the wall with Iwaizumi’s ankles tangled with his own and their faces inches away from each other.

Iwaizumi closes his eyes, as if he can’t stand the eye contact, and Oikawa takes the chance to study his face. From here, Oikawa can see every eyelash, every bitten out divet in his lip. The bags under his eyes are heavy bruises, like he hasn’t slept in months. It’s worrying.

“Do you remember when we were kids?” Iwaizumi asks, voice low and eyes still closed. “We used to play this game, where you were some kind of hero and I was a monster trying to hunt you down.”

“I remember,” Oikawa murmurs.

Iwaizumi swallows, then exhales. Oikawa can feel the heat of his breath on his lips. “I sometimes—fuck, this sounds so stupid.”

“That’s okay. Tell me anyway.”

Iwaizumi opens his eyes, something haunted about them. Then he rolls over onto his back, his hands on his stomach and staring up at the ceiling. “Sometimes I feel like that.”

“Like…”

“Like a monster,” Iwaizumi whispers.

“You’re not a monster,” Oikawa says, gut instinct and immediate. It’s sharper than he means it to be, but he can’t understand why Iwaizumi would think that. How Iwaizumi could talk about himself like that. How Iwaizumi could stand to say those words as if they could ever be true, as if Iwaizumi could ever be anything other than good.

Iwaizumi is quiet for a moment. Oikawa watches him, the slight twitch of his lips as if he wants to smile but can’t bring himself to complete the motion. Then, in a rush or a flood or a spill of anxiety that he can’t hold back anymore, he says, “I’ve done something bad, something that—I can’t help it, but I—I’m in love with you, I think. And it’s fucking terrifying, Oikawa, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t—” Oikawa takes a breath. Reels in his frustration, finds the wonder, the surprise, the hope. Finds promise in the fragmented shaking of his voice. “Don’t apologize, Iwa, don’t say that loving me is a mistake, don’t do that.”

Iwaizumi squeezes his eyes shut, and Oikawa can see him tightening his fists in the blankets. “It is. Oikawa, I’m telling you that—”

“It’s not a mistake,” Oikawa tells him, biting back a shame in the words. He sits up, the blankets sliding off of his shoulders. “Am I that undesirable? Why the fuck would it be a mistake?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Iwaizumi’s voice shakes. Oikawa, as he listens, realizes that it’s not disappointment or shame over it being him Iwaizumi has fallen for. It’s fear.

Oikawa is well-versed in fear. He knows the fear that he cannot and will never be able to love anyone else right. He knows the fear that he will never be good enough for anyone, much less ever be good enough for himself and his own standards. He knows the fear that he cannot be loved back by the people he wants most.

This, at least, he can understand. This, at least, is an ache of Iwaizumi’s that he can figure out how to soothe. This is a pain he is familiar with, a hurt that he knows how to hold in his hands with the right balance of gentle and firm. This is a simple fear he knows because it comes with the kind of love for your best friend that he knows all too well.

Oikawa moves a hand to Iwaizumi’s hair, tangling his fingers in the strands and untangling out the knots. He feels as if he’s in a kind of fever dream, like the rain has washed away the rest of the world and it’s just the two of them left behind. It’s just the two of them in this new world that they can build up from scratch. He wouldn’t mind that so much, he thinks. Not if it was Iwaizumi.

“You don’t know already?” Oikawa asks. His voice is low, teasing.

Iwaizumi opens his eyes wide. Expression unreadable. Hesitant, maybe. Unsure if Oikawa is going to turn this on him and hate him forever. Unsure if Oikawa is going to say something that he wants to hear or not. “Don’t know what?”

Oikawa finds it in him to smile, letting go of his worry for Iwaizumi for just a moment to let himself sink into his feelings. “That I love you even more.”

“You don’t underst—”

“I do,” Oikawa cuts in. He moves his hand, running his fingers down Iwaizumi’s jaw, pressing his thumb to his lips and then pulling downwards, watching as Iwaizumi turns weak under his touch. He puts a hand to Iwaizumi’s chest, fingers splayed out, feeling his heartbeat under his skin: beating hard and rapid and full of tender, tentative hope. “I get it, Iwa. And I…”

Iwaizumi puts one hand over Oikawa’s hand. His touch is warm, overheating. Oikawa’s cheeks are pink like the dawning sky and Iwaizumi looks at him as if he’s the most wonderful polaroid capture of the sunrise that he’s ever seen. “I’m fucking—fucking scared, Oikawa.”

“What is there to be afraid of?”

Iwaizumi swallows; doesn’t meet his eyes. He’s never been good at talking about his feelings. “I had a dream, earlier, where—where I said what I just said and then you left me. You disappeared. Disintegrated before my eyes like sand castles made from dry shore and then you were gone, because I said something stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Oikawa sits up, keeping one hand on Iwaizumi’s chest and the other hand on the pillow, supporting his weight. “And I’m not disintegrating or disappearing, am I?”

“Not yet,” Iwaizumi mutters, just to be contrary.

Oikawa rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to leave you, ever. I love you too much to just disintegrate.”

Iwaizumi seems to sink into himself, closing his eyes again. His hand goes to Oikawa’s wrist, tightens around him. “I hate the rain. It just makes me think of how gross and dirty and depressing the world is. How could I ever have something so good if—”

He cuts himself off, but Oikawa can fill in the blanks. If the world is cruel. If the world is black and white. If he hasn’t earned any good things. If he doesn’t deserve the good things. If he’s a monster.

“I like to think of it differently,” Oikawa says carefully. “I like to think of it as washing the earth clean. Drawing up a clean slate, starting it all over again.”

Iwaizumi opens his eyes. He hesitates, looking at Oikawa, searching his face for some hint of a joke or laughter or lies. But Oikawa could never do that to him. He feels so many things and they are all for Iwaizumi and every one of them culminates in a love he’s not going to hide anymore. Of course Iwaizumi would confess like this, and of course he would refuse to believe it when Oikawa reciprocated; Iwaizumi has always been the braver, kinder one of the two of them but also the more self-grounded, stubborn one. But still—of course Iwaizumi feels the same way. They’ve been on the same wavelength since they were six.

“Do you think we could draw up a clean slate?” Iwaizumi asks, a whisper. He’s still afraid. Still worried that Oikawa will say no. “Even though you’re you and I’m just—just this, can we be something new?”

“Just this?” Oikawa asks incredulously. “Hajime Iwaizumi, you are my favorite person I have ever met. You make the sun rise and the earth spin and you make me breathe. You are everything. Don’t ever say something like that again.”

Iwaizumi snorts, but he’s blushing, too, and he looks like maybe he’s beginning to trust Oikawa’s words. “You’re so dramatic. You can just say you like me, too.”

“I did!” Oikawa protests. Then he laughs lightly, smiling down at Iwaizumi. He shifts his wrist so that Iwaizumi’s hand slides down to his palm and they can actually tangle their fingers together. “But yeah, I think we can be something new, Iwa. I think we can be something really good.”

#ask #my writing #fuck guys i love them SO much #haikyuu #iwaoi #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #iwaoi fanfiction #iwaoi angst #iwaoi fic #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

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chimielie · 2 years

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cw: ghosts, themes of death, melancholy.

You see him in flashes.

An ear, nestled in brown curls, any other features passing by too fast to catch mote details. Behind you, in the bathroom mirror, walking down the hall, mouth twisted into a grimace as he looks down at his hands. A loud cackle as you talk to an empty house—first only to yourself, then, cautiously, indirectly to him.

Finally, when the moon is full and even your curtains don’t shut off the stream of light into your bedroom entirely, you get tired of it. You get tired of staring at your ceiling, on your back in the dark, until a headache throbs in your temples and the sun rises on you, a lonely insomniac in a house too big for one.

There’s the sound of a light footstep outside your door, and it creaks barely open. No one’s outside.

“Hi,” you say, a half-question, feeling silly talking to the air. “Can you stop with the sneaking around? I don’t have the patience, right now.”

A brown eye, under that same swooping hair. A hand, pushing the door open.

A full picture. Your ghost is a young man, in the full glow of health, skin pale and lips curved into a perpetual smile that makes him look very smug indeed. He’s dressed in modern clothing, if a little out of date, and you can see the outline of what could be a phone but is probably a ZEN (complete with earbuds!) in his pocket.

“I didn’t know you could see me,” he says, cautiously. You throw a hand up in the air, it’s whatever, and enjoy the way it bounces limply upon returning to the surface of your bed. He perches next to your bedside, a grey-and-blue inverted image. The ghost keeping vigil over the living.

“Just a little bit, before. I wasn’t sure talking to you would work.”

“You can see ghosts?”

“No,” you shrug, turning on your side to look at him. “Not usually. Just you.”

He looks pleased by this, and you have to stifle a laugh. You have a vain spirit, then, wandering the halls of your parents’ home.

Your grandmother always told you you had a strong intuition, a sensitivity to the world that would set you apart. This isn’t your first encounter with spirits (how could it be, growing up with her), and you can feel that this one is not malicious, not hungry. He’s simply... here, for no discernible purpose other than to coexist with you for now. Separate stories living together.

“I’m—” you give him a nickname, an old one that makes nostalgia flow through you so strongly you stop breathing for a moment. It’s true, he feels safe, but you can never know. “Who are you?”

“Tooru,” he says, and the corners of his pretty mouth turn down. “It’s always a little hard for me to remember the rest of it. Oikawa, I think.”

“That suits you,” you nod. Your eyelids feel heavy, closing until the boy in front of you is a smear of colors, a stained-glass picture. “Sorry, I—” you yawn, and force your vision to focus on him. It’s not just you, though; he seems blurrier at the edges now. You can see your night table through him. You wonder how much energy he has to expend to be corporeal. How much sleep do the dead get? “I didn’t really sleep.”

“I know,” he says, and his voice is like rain falling on the windowpane, steady and soothing. “I’ll be here. Okay?”

“Okay,” you close your eyes, and you know that behind them, Tooru with swooping brown hair and a family name a few steps ahead of him is fading back into invisibility. You reach a hand out, blindly, palm up.

He takes it; you draw it towards you and kiss the cold fingers. Then you sleep, deeper and sweeter then you have since you came home.

This haunting is a love story.

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amvro · 9 months

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pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMURO !

cw: none :) (please lmk if i should add any!)

He could not remember when, but at some point he stopped celebrating his birthdays. Well, somewhere in him he knew it was most likely the first year he was alone.

But it really didn't matter to him, just as long as he knew how old he was. There was truly nothing exciting about getting a cake and lighting and candle for him to eat alone, and he didn't see the point in getting himself a gift so it was just like any other day.

Now, this year was a little different. The two of you had been dating for three months now and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wonder if something would happen for his birthday this year. However, he did not mention his birthday in any way, let alone tell you when it was so there was no way you would know. And he didn’t plan to tell you either because he really didn’t think his birthday was a day necessary of celebration. It was just a little thought in his head.

His birthday had finally rolled around, but it was truly just like any other day. He got up bright and early to exercise and he was working until horribly late, just like always. It was only until late in the night that he was finally able to check his phone and you were asking if he was still at work and telling him to take care. This was practically your routine at this point. If he didn’t say anything by 9 pm you’d text him a few messages, except these days were unfortunately far more common than not. Yet, this was all he needed to feel a little better after a long day at work.

“Furuya-san, did something nice happen?” Kazami asked.

“Hmm, why?” he questioned.

“Well, you looked so delighted,” Kazami replied.

“Oh...” Amuro said, smiling. It was nothing but sweet to him that he’d let something show on his face, and that it’d be happiness out of all things. “I got the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

“Oh, what did you get? Hold on it’s your birthday today Furuya-san? Happy birthday! I hope--” Kazami started to go on.

“Hmm... it’s a secret,” Amuro responded. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He was finally driving home after he sent you a message that he was done work and that he’d be alright. The whole way home he could tell he was ecstatic and he was horribly embarrassed, he felt like a little boy for getting so excited.

He was finally getting over his little burst of excitement when he reached his place and turned the lights on but his eyes shot open.

“Happy birthday Rei!” you said, cake on the table and a few balloons here and there. He wanted to cry.

”How... did you know?”

“Of course I know my boyfriend’s birthday!” you said, acting a little offended almost, but then you laughed. “It was a lot harder to find out than I expected.”

“I didn’t think someone still knew my birthday,” he said, still shocked.

“Sometimes I really think you don’t get just how much I love you,” you said, grinning. “Because I would rather die than miss your birthday.”

Everything was finally sinking in and he walked over to you without a word and kissed you. It was long and sweet, but he went in for another one right after, and yet another one after that, before he finally pulled away.

You were ever so slightly out of breath, looking so caught off guard, and he started to laugh.

“Hey!” you said, pouting slightly.

“No, I’m sorry it’s not that. I would never laugh at you,” he said. “It’s just that there’s no way I don’t love you more.”

#furuya rei x reader #amuro tooru x reader #amuro x reader #furuya rei #amuro tōru #amuro tooru #detective conan x reader #ok before i say anything else i want ot say i tried to write saying furuya i did i tried and i COULDNT #AMURO TOORU IS SO DEEPLY ENGRAVED ON ME IM SO SORRY #MY BAD #wishing the only man ever (AMURO TOORU FURUYA REI BOURBON) the best birthday ever nothing else matters today #happy birthday amuro i am so in love with you #ok this really wasnt the best though i am so sorry loml i will do u justice one day #THANK YOU FOR READING AS ALWAYS !!!!#also if u read these silly rambles i do in the tags youre actually such a real one its insane like why cant i shut up for like THREE SECOND

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theryokawa · 2 months

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Silence and Other Peculiarities — IwaOi

This night there was only silence.

This night there was no virr of machinery, no drizzle of rain, no patter of feet; just dead a spaceship on dead earth with mostly dead people inside. This was the way most pivotal events played out, in the quiet, in remote corners, in the places where nobody looks.

Some breath could be heard, quiet like the wind in the earliest hours of the morning. Not that the men inside the ship knew much of how that sounded, huddled inside a spaceship for the better part of a month in silence. No words exchanged, no glances, no signals of life aside from breath.

That is how it would’ve stayed if one of the men didn’t have a temper.

Iwaizumi was fiery hot like a summers day, sharp eyes zeroing in on the man opposite to him as he allowed himself to look. Oikawa looked a mess, he thought, and that made him cross.

He then thought about how all of this was the Oikawa’s fault, and that made him doubly the amount of cross.

“Toru,” Iwaizumi says, and he watched the man lift his head, almost tentatively, before he continues, “Finish your plan. I’ll listen. Just get us out of here.”

“What?” says Oikawa, the man who he harbors the most intense mix of resentment and affection for in the galaxy, with a strange tilt to his voice— one he doesn’t recognize.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“But I…” Oikawa seems at a loss for words, his eyes are huge, he seems hurt, but why Iwaizumi will never understand.

What he does understand is the sentiment. He never won’t. Not after what they had lived.

“I know,” Iwaizumi says, “You betrayed my trust, you betrayed the planet, you betrayed everything I—everything we have ever stood for. You deserted me.”

Oikawa doesn’t fight him tonight. Not when their voices are the only noise around and the end feels near. Yet, he still, somehow, manages to be infuriating, a quiet, nearly intelligible “why” slipping from his lips.

“Why? How dare you ask me why, Toru” Iwaizumi says, and his voice cracks from the strain of keeping it level, “Do you believe my love for you is so fragile that betrayal is all it takes to shatter it?”

(my ao3)

#this is so sloppy cuz it’s late but… I needed to get this out into the world #i realize i didn’t make it clear but oikawa is an alien #alien oikawa save me #save me alien oikawa #but yeah #just a short thing of iwaizumi and his fuckass alien bf #i love them so dearly #my lil guys #iwaoi #oikawa toru #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu #haikyu!!#marmar posting #marmar writing

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munchcorner · 1 year

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It was a hot summer night, and Oikawa had just finished all his duties as king. He sluggishly dragged his feet towards the secret door that led to his and Iwaizumi's haven. Oikawa was tired from doing politics all day, and his buttocks were sore from sitting in the throne room reading letters sent by his people and the other kingdoms. His hands were tired from the endless writing of responses, requests, and greetings sent to his subject, merchants, and the neighboring kingdoms. But what bothers Oikawa the most is the painful throbbing of his head. Using his brain all day used up all his energy, and the only thing he wants to do is go to sleep. But here he is, walking down the dark narrow stairway that led to his and Iwaizumi's hidden garden. Oikawa placed his hand on the knob, twisted it, and opened the door to their garden. The warm summer breeze hit Oikawa, and he found himself relaxing when the warm breeze brushed against his skin.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi agreed to meet in their garden after the sun had finally vanished and the stars started to decorate the sky. Today, however, Oikawa finished his duties a little earlier and decided to descend into their garden before their agreed meeting. The sky is still beautifully painted a mixture of yellow and orange and in the far corner of the garden where the assortment of blue, pink, red, light and dark purple hydrangeas, Iwaizumi was crouched down with gardening tools sitting beside him. Iwaizumi wasn't wearing his armor. Instead, he was wearing a plain loose black tunic with a dark brown belt embellished with Seijoh's symbolic turquoise castle hugging his waist. Oikawa admired Iwaizumi's broad shoulders, he could see Iwaizumi's back muscle-flexing through the thin fabric of Iwaizumi's tunic, and he loves it. The light coming from the setting sun was enough to make the sweat on Iwaizumi's tanned neck glisten, and it just made Oikawa wonder what Iwaizumi was doing to make him sweat.

Oikawa quietly moved his feet towards Iwaizumi. It seems that the latter was too pre-occupied with what he was doing that he didn't hear Oikawa walking towards him. Oikawa's lips curved into a smile as he suddenly draped his upper body on Iwaizumi, arms lazily hanging on the Earl's shoulder, making the latter stumble forward from the sudden weight on his back. Iwaizumi turned to his side when he felt Oikawa's chin rest on his left shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Trashykawa?" Iwaizumi asked, his hot breath brushing against Oikawa's face. Their faces were close but not close enough to have the tip of their nose touch.

"I was just wondering about what's keeping you busy," Oikawa answered and looked towards what Iwaizumi was working on. He could see a small mountain of dirt on the ground, but he couldn't see anything that would indicate what he planted. Oikawa pouted and squinted his eyes at the gathered dirt, trying to guess what Iwaizumi planted.

"Stop that and get off me, I'm covered in sweat," Iwaizumi said and moved his shoulders back to make Oikawa leave. Oikawa lifted his body off Iwaizumi and watched the latter stand up straight to stretch his sore limbs. Iwaizumi stretched his arms upwards before stretching his neck on each side and rotating his head, making a cracking sound.

"Argh, that feels nice," Iwaizumi said with relief as he stretches his shoulder by moving them back with his half folded arms pushing back. Oikawa loved the scene in front of him, Iwaizumi stretching with the sunset illuminating him. Iwaizumi just looked hot.

"What are you staring at?" Iwaizumi asked with furrowed eyebrows. Oikawa folded his arms and cocked his head to the side, eyes looking at Iwaizumi from head to toe.

"I must say, Iwa-chan, I love how hot you look right now," Oikawa shamelessly admitted with a cocky smirk on his face. Iwaizmu felt his cheeks heat up at the sudden honesty and praise that left Oikawa's lips. Iwaizumi gulped and turned to take the gardening tools that lay on the dirt.

"Shut your mouth if you don't have anything decent to say," Iwaizumi sternly said as he focuses on the tools, praying that the heat on his cheeks would subside.

Oikawa pouted and crossed his arms together, "Iwa-chan, I just finished my duties, and you're ignoring me," He whined. Iwaizumi sighed and continued to ignore him. Oikawa groaned and ran his hands through his face before deciding to jump on Iwaizumi's back. Iwaizumi stumbled forward for the second time that evening, but this time, he had to place his hands on the ground to stop himself from being shoved to the soil. He could feel Oikawa's arms tightly wrapped around his neck, making him sigh.

"Get off, I can't stand," Iwaizumi said through gritted teeth, but Oikawa just laughed and whispered, "no,"

Oikawa's breath was hot against Iwaizumi's ear, he was supposed to get mad and irritated, but he just sighed and wrapped his fingers around Oikawa's thigh, hand tightly gripping Oikawa to support him. He pushed his upper body using the hand planted on the ground to support him from being shoved. Iwaizumi's back was already straight, and Oikawa was happily humming, arms still wrapped around Iwaizumi's neck. Iwaizumi gripped Oikawa's other thigh using his now free hand before standing up and walking to their spot.

"You're such a huge baby," Iwaizumi complained while walking to the tree they'd always stay under. The tree that witnesses the countless nights they would spend together just looking up at the sky while telling each other stories of what they did that day.

"Well, you spoil me," Oikawa answered. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Iwaizumi's sweaty neck, the Earl smelled of sun and dirt, but Oikawa didn't mind. As long as it's Iwaizumi, it's fine.

"Don't nuzzle into my neck, I'm sweaty, I probably stink," Iwaizumi scolded and raised his shoulder to make Oikawa move his face away, but it didn't work. Oikawa just nuzzled closer, making Iwaizumi groan at his stubbornness.

"What were you doing anyway? I remember you telling me you're busy with your knightly duties?" Oikawa asked, still nuzzled in the juncture of Iwaizumi's neck and shoulder. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa's soft lips lightly brushing against the skin of his neck as he speaks, making Iwaizumi's irritation towards Oikawa's neediness slowly subside.

"You always complain that you're craving for strawberries around July, so I decided to plan some to make you shut up," Iwaizumi said, voice laced with faux irritation, but Oikawa knows that it's just Iwaizumi's way of hiding his embarrassment for doing something sweet.

"You could've just asked one of the merchants to bring me some," Oikawa said, this time, his face wasn't nuzzled into Iwaizumi's neck. Instead, his chin is rested on Iwaizumi's shoulder so he could see his boyfriend's face.

"You're never satisfied and always ask for more; might as well have them in the garden for you to eat whenever your needy ass is craving for some," Iwaizumi said and gave him a side glance. Oikawa chuckled and moved his head back. His forehead was now resting on Iwaizumi's shoulder to hide the blush on his heated face.

"Thank you, Iwa-chan," Oikawa whispered. He felt Iwaizumi's fingers dig deeper into his thighs for a split second before returning to the gentle and secure grip it had on him earlier.

"I'm just doing this to lessen the burden for everyone," Iwaizumi reasoned. Still, Oikawa knew it was for him, everything Iwaizumi does is always for him, and no matter how much Iwaizumi hides it and refuse to admit it, they both knew.

"So mean, Iwa-chan," Oikawa responded with the usual faux pain lacing his words. Iwaizumi chuckled at how silly they were being. Oikawa felt the light shake of Iwaizumi's shoulder as the chuckle escape his lips. Oikawa let his lips curve into an ample smile as he presses his ear against Iwaizumi's back.

"Hey, let go, we're here," Iwaizumi whispered and turned his head to Oikawa. The latter raised his head and unwrapped his arm around Iwaizumi's neck while Iwaizumi kneels to let Oikawa's feet touch the ground.

"Cuddles?" Oikawa whispered and spread his arms wide open for Iwaizumi to walk into. Oikawa waited for Iwaizumi to turn towards him and give him a hug he was asking for, but Iwaizumi scoffed and sat under the tree. Oikawa pouted when Iwaizumi pressed his back against the tree but grinned when the Earl opened his arms for Oikawa.

Oikawa quickly moved to sit between Iwaizumi's legs, back pressed against his boyfriend's broad chest. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around Oikawa's slim waist, chin resting on the latter's shoulder.

"You know I love you, right?" Iwaizumi asked in a whisper. Oikawa was taken aback and quickly moved his head towards Iwaizumi. The spiky-haired man had his eyes closed while his chin rested on his shoulder, and Oikawa softened. It was one of the rare times Iwaizumi would openly admit his love for Oikawa, and every time the moment comes, Oikawa couldn't help but feel his heart melt.

"I know, I love you, too," Oikawa whispered. Iwaizumi slowly opened his eyes and was met with dark brown ones staring lovingly at him. Iwaizumi smirked and moved his hand up from Oikawa's waist to touch his face. Iwaizumi's hand cupped Oikawa's slightly chubby cheeks, and the latter leaned into it. Iwaizumi moved his thumb to gently caress Oikawa's cheek making the latter smile and hum in response.

"I can kiss you, right?" Iwaizumi asked as his thumb move to slowly caress Oikawa's bottom lip. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa's shoulder shake lightly as he chuckles.

"You're honestly asking me that when we've gone beyond that," Oikawa said, and Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulder.

"Your consent matters every time," Iwaizumi responded, making Oikawa stop laughing. Oikawa moved his hands to cover his face making Iwaizumi laugh. Oikawa could feel his chest wanting to burst from the love he's feeling for Iwaizumi.

"So, am I allowed to or not?" Iwaizumi asked after giving Oikawa a minute to collect himself. Oikawa slowly nodded without removing the hands that covered his face. Iwaizumi slowly moved his hands to Oikawa's wrists and gently pried them off of Oikawa's face.

Oikawa had always looked beautiful to Iwaizumi no matter what the circumstances are. It doesn't matter if he was crying, tears staining his cheeks and snot ungracefully falling from his nose, it doesn't matter if he just woke up with unruly hair with a trail of dried up saliva on his cheek, it doesn't matter if he was covered in blood and dirt from a victorious battle, Oikawa always looks gorgeous to him. To Iwaizumi, Oikawa is the greatest jewel of Seijoh, and he'd risk anything to keep Oikawa by his side.

"You're so breathtaking," Iwaizumi whispered against Oikawa's lips before moving forward to capture those rosy lips into a gentle kiss. Oikawa smiled and cupped Iwaizumi's cheek as he responds. The kiss was soft and gentle; there wasn't any rush because in that garden of theirs, under the witness of the stars and dazzling luminescence of the moon, all that mattered were their presence and love for each other.

#this is something I wrote back in 2020 #I had this published before but then deleted it because I lost the motivation to finish it 💀#I'm posting it here bc I remembered how much I loved writing this scene #anyway i hope you enjoyed it as well #iwaoi #iwaizumi x oikawa #haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #hq drabbles #iwaizumi hajime x oikawa tooru #haikyuu iwaoi #hq iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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