#ch: iwaizumi hajime

[matsinko]

Parallel Lines

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa Rating: T WC: 55k Tags: Magic AU, HP AU, Auror Iwaizumi Hajime, Quidditch Star Oikawa Tooru, Case Fic, Mystery, Very Slow Burn, Second Chances

Summary: In post-war wizarding Tokyo, Iwaizumi is an Auror who goes through life on autopilot. He craves adventure that never comes, buried underneath a pile of documents and small-scale crimes. Until he’s finally given a high-profile case: the murder of Japan’s sweetheart, the Quidditch star Oikawa Tooru.

What follows would lead him to confront not only the unravelling mystery but the haunting shadows of his own past.

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[box-of-roses]

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Ch. 5 | Heartbeats

Iwaizumi had done what he said he would. Once you both clocked out he walked you to his car and even opened the door for you. On the drive there he let you pick the music and you two made small talk. He was being very gentlemanly. As to be expected.

“So, how was work?” He let out a laugh and shook his head.

“You were there. You know how it was.”

“Yeah those knuckleheads never leave you alone do they?”

“Nope. You were there though so it wasn’t all bad.” He smiled and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“They were being suspicious today. Did you notice?”

“Yeah, they were. Although they’re on their phones a lot today was a bit much. They were also checking the time almost obsessively?”

“Best not to think about it. I know I brought it up but look we’re here. We’re off work, we don’t have to deal with them.” You smiled and unbuckled. He told you to stay out though as he walked around the car and opened your door. “Why thank you sir Hajime.” You curtsied jokingly which sent both of you into a bit of laughter. When you reached the door he also held it open.

“After you.” You walked under his arm and quickly found the table Osamu had set aside for the two of you. Even though you told him he didn’t have to, he did anyway. He said it was the least he could do after you took pictures for his ad. Quickly looking over the menu you two placed your order and got back to talking.

In a booth hidden from your view sat Atsumu and Hinata. They could see both of you clear as day. They weren’t very shocked but they also were. While they knew Iwaizumi was the one you were going to see, they were shocked at how he was acting. He wasn’t usually this smiley at work. Although they looked cozy, Atsumu didn’t think either one was going to admit to the budding feelings. Which meant back to operation Mystery Gang.

Y/N felt like they were being watched but couldn’t figure out from where. “This is really nice. Are you going to let me pay today?”

“Who’s to say I didn’t call ahead and pay already?”

“Because you can’t have known what I was going to get?”

“I might not have but Osamu did.”

“That little traitor.” You glared in his direction but he just looked away and went back to helping another customer.

“Do you want to get dessert after this?”

“Sure! What do you want to get? I will be paying this time.”

“Fine. I’ll surrender. How about ice cream?” He smiled at your antics. He was really beginning to like you and it seemed like he wasn’t the only one who knew it.

Back at the table with Atsumu and Hinata they were freaking out. “Shoyo? Do you think he’s going to take them home?”

“Probably. It’d be kind of rude if he didn’t since he drove them here. He looks like he wants to hold their hand. Look at his eyes!!!”

“He looks like he’s getting a crush!” They were both very happy by this turn of events. After all Y/N deserved to be happy. They were going to question him when they did get together though. While they trusted him Y/N was important to all of them.

The walk back to the car was calm and light. They were poking fun at each other and laughing the whole time.

“Oh how you wound me! I can’t believe you Hajime!” You feigned being hurt as you slapped your hand over your heart. It was beating quite quickly.

“You started it! If you can’t handle it, don't dish it out.” He opened your door for you and waited till you buckled to close the door and walk to the other side. “Now, to ice cream and then to get you home.”

“Heck yeah! As much as I enjoy spending time with you, I'm getting a little tired.”

“We don’t have to get ice cream. I can drop you off now.” He looked over before putting his hand on the back of your seat to pull out.

“No! No! It’s fine, really I want to spend more time with you.” You smiled at him. Hopefully you weren’t being too obvious. Fortunately for you he’s as oblivious as you are.

“I want to spend more time with you too Y/N.” The ice cream shop was pretty close to the restaurant so it wasn’t too far of a drive. Both of you were sitting in peaceful silence.

After getting your ice cream. And dealing with a mishap. You decided to put ice cream on his nose and he decided to retaliate by doing the same to you. Both of your noses were now cold and the thought of your warm bed was nice.

Once he pulled into the complex he walked you to your door. You weren’t expecting him too but it was really nice.

“Thank you for tonight Hajime.” You face him and he faced you. He leaned down a bit and leaned against the wall.

“No problem, any time. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.” Neither of you moved. Your eyes were locked on one another. One of your neighbors returned home though and broke you out of your trance as she slammed her door.

“Goodbye Hajime.”

“Goodnight. Coffee tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” You smiled and closed your door.

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[rishiguro]

16; “WHO ARE YOU?”

you were relieved when you found out that iwaizumi’s surgery went well. you could feel a weight lifting off your shoulder when he texted you and an even bigger one when he told you that they managed to remove some parts of his pancreas without any major complications.

however, it has certainly taken a toll on him. iwaizumi was incredibly tired lately, constantly nodding off for minutes and sometimes even hours while you visited. you weren’t particularly bothered by it, instead you simply opted to continue studying by his side, not really wanting to have him wake up alone.

“i’m tired” iwaizumi’s voice was drowsy, looking at you with droopy eyes.

you hummed smiling. “you can sleep,” you assured him, “you need it”

“i don’t wan’ to leave you alone,” he protested with slurred words, shaking his head. “you came here, i can’t jus’ sleep”

“you can barely talk, hajime,” you countered, brushing your fingers through his hair, to which he hummed contend while trying to protest further.

you chuckled at his mumbling, enjoying the sleepy state of his, you own cheeks flushing. “it’s alright,” you grinned at him, caressing his upper arm softly. iwaizumi hummed, his eyes already closed as he was fighting himself to not drift to away. you leaned closer, pressing a kiss on his temple. “go sleep”

“just for a couple minutes,” he yawned, too tired to fight himself longer, practically sinking into the hospital mattress. it was only a matter of moments until he snored softly.

after giving him one last fond look you turned to your bag and pulled out a notebook, immediately starting to immerse yourself in your studies.

you don’t know how much time has passed when you looked up to see iwaizumi still sleeping soundly. by now you felt a bit drowsy yourself, your lower back hurting from the uncomfortable position you contorted your body into when you started studying.

your eyes quickly glanced on your phone, scanning over the few notifications from your friends. deciding to give yourself a break, you picked your mobile up and answered the messages, engaging in various conversations.

the sound of loud and cheery chatter in front of the room’s door distracted you from your notebook, head shooting up as you furrowed your eyebrows.

soon after the white door opened and three people stepped into the room.

“hello iwa-ch—“ the cheery voice stopped as soon as the person noticed you in the room, eyes immediately making contact with yours. “who are you?”

“oh, hi,” you casually replied, looking at each one of them directly. the three guys were definitely the same age as iwaizumi, one with lighter brown hair and a beautiful tan on himself, the one on the left with thick eyebrows and dark hair and the on the the right with bright, pinkish hair. all of them seemed rather confused and surprised as they stepped in, definitely not expecting someone in the room other than the man sleeping on the bed. “you should be quiet,“ you chided, “he fell asleep again. are you hajime’s friends?”

“yes” the tall man in the middle — the same one that spoke as the three entered the room — said, narrowing his eyes at you. he examined you for a second before speaking again. “and you are (y/l/n)?”

out of curtesy you stood up from your chair before affirming the question. “i am, nice to meet you”

you smiled at them, a gesture that all of them returned. “likewise”

silence settled over you all, you sitting back down on your chair as the three men found a chair — or any kind of stable surface — to sit on while they introduced themselves to you.

“he fell asleep about an hour ago, i think,” you broke the silence, looking at iwaizumi’s sleeping figure, “he’s been doing that a lot lately”

“he told us that might happen,” matsukawa spoke, “before that he did nod off during conversations with us too while we were texting. made us worry way too much for our own good”

hanamaki laughed as oikawa added to the memory. “i almost got security called on me because i just bolted down the hall” he raised his arm, scratching the back of his neck as he saw the way you were holding back a grin. the man rolled his eyes. “not my smartest move, i know”

the four of you exchanged some pleasantries in the following minutes, engaging in a light-hearted conversation before you decided that it would be probably best if you were to leave. iwaizumi was still soundly asleep and he wouldn’t be alone if he would wake up, so that eased your mind. additionally, you wouldn’t be able to study anyways and you certainly didn’t want to intrude in the friends’ conversations and antics.

“sorry, i should probably go now that you guys are here. usually i leave before you arrive,” you said, putting your already closed notebooks back into your bag.

hanamaki perked up, leaning his upper body towards you in interest. “how often are you here?”

“well, often. whenever i have the time, i suppose,” you thought out loud, shrugging, before you turned to iwaizumi. you smiled fondly at him. “although he doesn’t like it”

“of course he doesn’t, he’s an idiot,” matsukawa hummed.

“but he’s glad that you’re here,” oikawa added, turning his head to the sleeping iwaizumi immediately after with an almost panicked expression. “don’t tell him i told you that”

you grinned and shook your head as you got up from your chair, shouldering your bag. “don’t worry, i won’t. it was nice meeting you, oikawa, hanamaki, matsukawa” you looked at each one of them as you said your goodbyes, waving at the three young men before walking towards the door. “see you around sometime”

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Kageyama YN: Tobio Kageyama's Twin Sister

Manager of Karasuno and Dating Kyotani

I call MadDogs serve "the bend and snap" 😭😭😭

Kyotani Kentaro featuring Karasuno x Kageyama YN (female pronouns)

Warnings: Swearing

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Ahh the great Kageyama YN 🥰

You freaking angel you put up with so much

First off, being Kageyama's sibling is exhausting

Like seriously idk how you function my love

You aren't like your brother at all

You are quiet, reserved but also amazingly sweet

When the boys first met you, they couldn't believe you were related to Kageyama of all people 🤣

Seriously they were like 🤨 really

"YN I can't believe your crappy-yama's sister! You are like... nice!"- Hinata

"HEY IM NICE"- Kageyama

You just shrug, you are use to your brother getting all the attention

And honestly, it doesn't bother you

You were the teams manager in middle school

So it was just a natural progression to becoming the team manager in High School

Kiyoko loved how skilled you were and how much you helped

Plus you were a buffer for Kags and Hinata before Yachi came along

When Yachi did eventually join, you got the much needed break you deserved 💅🏼

You developed a good friendship with Hinata and you hung out alot

Kags always came with as well even though him and Hinata always fought

"YN you must have gotten all the brains in the womb"- Hinata

"Shut up dumbass! I'm the genius here"- Kageyama

"Genius on the court Tobio. I could bet you anyday on a math exam"- You

And it was true

When it came to tournaments, you loved the feeling

Especially because you got to see Kunimi, Kindaichi and Iwaizumi whomever you went to middle school with

Notice how I just didn't include a certain someone 🙃

"YN-CHAN!"- the annoying voice that haunts your nightmares radiates

"Yn you know Oikawa?"- Daichi

"Unfortunately yes"- you 😐

"Shittykawa leave YN alone!"- Iwaizumi, trailing after Oiks

"Hajime!"- you running to hug your favorite person ever

Behind Iwaizumi, the team followed

Including a certain dark and brooding man 👀

He was super grumpy looking but still

Super cute 😍

You hugged Kunimi and Kindaichi and introduced yourself

"I'm Kageyama YN"- you smiling wide

"Kageyama has a twin sister?"- Mattsun

"I prefer superior sibling but yet"- you 💅🏼

Now Kyotani definitely noticed you

And boy did you send this man into feelings

He's literally repeating "so pretty" in his head the whole time while trying not to break his scowl 😠

"YN get away from him"- Kageyama now yelling at you

"🙄 I better get going! Good lucky guys"- you, waving and running back to your team

Kyotani watches you go and can't help but stare

Later on, when you are filling water bottles

You are approached by Terushima

"Hey there gorgeous, it's nice to see so pretty new faces around here"- Terushima

You blush and go back to filling up your water bottles

"Say what is your name? Might I be able to snag your number?"- Terushima

"Umm I'm YN and I don't think so but thank you"- you, just trying to do your job

Terushima is undetermined however 💅🏼

The man has willpower I'll give him that!

"Come on YN-"

"She said no"- a growl said from behind you

You look over to see Kyotani glaring at Terushima

"Hey bro nothing to see here. Move along"- Terushima

He totally would use the word "bro" on a daily bases 🙄

Kyotani steps in front of you and repeats himself

"She said... NO. Now get lost before I ounce your face in"- Kyotani

Terushim just smirks at Kyotani and then winks at you

"If you want my number babe, you know where I am"- Terushima, now walking away 🚶‍♂️

"Hey thanks for that"- you, head down and blushing

"Are you ok?"- Kyotani

"Yeah I'm good"- you

"Do you need help carrying those water bottles?"- Kyotani

You look up, smile and nod 😊

Please he thinks you are the cutest thing ever 😫

He helps you carry the water bottles and turns to leave

Before he goes, mans takes a chance

"Hey can I get your number? I'd like to hang out sometime"- Kyotani, bracing himself

"Sure!"- you, reaching for your phone and handing it to him

He puts his number in and sends a text to himself

Then he gives you a head nod, turns and walks out

Literally just walks out 🚶‍♂️ like nothing happened 🙃

Ok then-

After the game, you look at your phone and see what he said

The message read "hang out on Saturday?" -sent from your phone

And he answered "absolutely. I'm so glad you asked 😏"

Please 😭😭😭

After that day, you started hanging out with Kyotani more and more

When you weren't at volleyball practice you would be texting, calling or hanging with him

Eventually things got serious enough to make it official

You didn't want to tell anyone because we'll, it's none of their business 😒

Plus you knew exactly what would happen 🙄

So when you were hanging out with Kyotani at the park one day, you didn't expect anything to come from it

Unfortunately, as the story goes, that doesn't happen 🥰

You are walking when you come across Hinata and Kageyama running

"Oh crap"- you say, realizing it's too late

Kageyama zoned in on your hand grasped in Kyotani's and mans ran so fast he almost tripped

"MY OWN SISTER BETRAYING ME!"- Kageyama, freaking out

"Hey your that guy with the wicked cutshot!! Hi I'm Hinata!"- our bouncy bby boy 🥰

"Kyotani, nice to meet you"

Only it gets worse

"YN-CHAN!! Wait- OMG MADDOG"- Oikawa coming with Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi notices before Oikawa does

"Are you two dating?"- Iwa 🤨

"You mean betraying me- stabbing me in the back!"- kageyama, going full Oikawa

"MADDOG HOW COULD YOU?"- Oikawa

"Shut up Oikawa"- Iwaizumi and Kyotani in tune

Kageyama is now glaring

"Tobio you are worse than Oikawa"- You

That's right YN, hit him where it hurts

"😱 I am not-" "he is not!"-

Kageyama and Oikawa in sync

Please they both shut up so fast

"Well I'm happy for you two"- Iwaizumi

"Me too!! Hey can you teach me that cutshot move?"- Hinata

"Hinata he is not teaching you anything"- you

"YN 😭😭😭"- Hinata

"Are you two just going to mope"- Iwaizumi talking to Tobio and Oikawa

"YN started it"- again, kags and Oiks in sync

"Are you sure you two aren't twins?"- Kyotani 🤨

Omg please they would both faint 🤣

You just roll your eyes and walk away

"Come on Kentaro, that's enough drama for one day"- you

"Yn"- "YN-CHAN"-

🤣🤣🤣 two peas in a pod

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[iwaizumis-bitch]

SPILLED APPLE JUICE. a story in which y/n meets her best friends’ athletic trainer, spills apple juice all over the floor, and is oblivious to the fact that the athletic trainer has the hots for her.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME X FEMALE READER SMAU

CONTENT WARNINGS: clumsy!reader, oblivious!reader, female reader, more tba

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DATE STARTED: 11 MAY 2022

DATE FINISHED: TBA

STATUS: discontinued, rework found here

UPDATES: whenever the hell i can i’m mentally ill

Y/N & FRIENDS.

HAJIME & FRIENDS + PRIVATES.

CH. 1

CH. 2

CH. 3

CH. 4

CH. 5

CH. 6

CH. 7

CH. 8

CH. 9

CH. 10

...TBA

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HAIKYUU! ꒰ sfw ꒱

none of the works in this rec list belongs to me. all due credits go to the respective authors. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

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KARASUNO

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱  HINATA SHOYO

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⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ at an msby match, shoyo hinata catches your eye. apparently, you catch his too.

cw. gn!reader

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱  TSUKISHIMA KEI

how to: build a confession.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ tsukishima takes a grueling trip to build-a-bear and reflects on his feelings for you.

cw. none (except for kei’s miserable behavior)

AOBA JOHSAI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

girlfriend. ──── 2.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you might be his girlfriend—but she's his girl.

cw. f!reader. hurt/comfort. a lot of reader insecurity. fear/mention of emotional cheating but there is none

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ OIKAWA TOORU

exactly where you wanted me. ──── 2.3k [ outtake ]

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet

cw. she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining

holiday shopping.

FUKURODANI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ BOKUTO KOTARO

a groovy kind of love. ──── 1.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which bokuto tries his best to make you feel better.

cw. mentions of a breakdown, hurt/comfort.

INARIZAKI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SUNA RINTARO

as if! ──── complete

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ what you want is what you get. thats how its always been for you growing up. but the one time you let time and destiny do it’s thing, surprise, surprise! it’s not how you want it to be. maybe you‘re just clueless on how things should play out without having it your way.

cw. smau, crack, fluff & maybe a pinch of angst

no follow-up questions. ──── 3.1k+

cw. mentions of drinking & alcohol, reader has a little drunk throw up moment <3

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storytime: i fell in love with my fake fiancée? ──── 3.2k

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cw. suna rintarou x f!reader

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MIYA ATSUMU

cold feet. ──── 1.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which Atsumu gets cold feet before he even gets engaged

cw. angst to fluff, exes(?) to lovers?

escapism. ──── 1.1k

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snapshots. ──── 1.9k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Osamu asks you during an interview where you see yourself in five years. It’s everything you’ve wanted and so much more.

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𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ KITA SHINSUKE

angel eyes. ──── 1.5k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ a series of unfortunate events for our mochi kita

cw. kita shinsuke x gn!reader, meet-cute(?), fluffy

happily ever after. ──── 1k

cw. kingdom au; angst/fluff; mentions of infidelity; suggestive content

home.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you’ll always be there for him as you are his home.

cw. fluff

steal my girl.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ kita has had enough with his teammates flirting with you and it’s about time they find out who you really are to him

cw. fluff

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[w-izxrdwheezes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

a story in which two second choices choose one another

part five of six, link to previous part here [four]

originally posted on wattpad [ 5 parts have been posted as of now! ]

IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS BEAUTIFUL, he is rough and often harsh in his wording — but you can't help but admire the gentleness of the sun against his tanned skin.

quiet breaths leave his mouth while he sleeps, your eyes catching the slow rise and fall of his chest from beneath your hand.

his brow furrows even as he rests, lip twitching in response to whatever it was that he was dreaming about.

you softly run your hand along his cheeks, fingertips skimming across his sun kissed cheekbones that seemed to be littered in light freckles, almost too faint to be seen if you weren't looking hard enough

he unknowingly sighs at the action, the crease in his brow loosening as he relaxes under your touch

you didn't think that he'd be the type of guy that you'd put the word 'pretty' to, but as his eyes groggily blink open and you catch the flash of honeyed brown; you're certain that the word was perfect for him.

"morning" you whisper, almost scared to loudly and scare him away, but you're met with a content looking smile, tired eyes squinting into a grin as he hums his own greeting back to you "g'morning" he pulls you closer, your head now resting on his shoulder as he nuzzles into your hair.

thinking back to your conversation from the night before, you wonder if this is how the two of you 'had always been' — the answer is obvious, but you surprisingly don't mind the change.

his fingers lazily stroke against your arm, the sensation leaving goosebumps littered across your skin in his wake.

"you feeling alright?" he asks, and you let out a happy sigh in reply, head nodding "are you?" he chuckles at the question, and you feel the vibration of it from under your palm.

"yeahh" he drawls, lifting your head from where it rested so that he could tilt your chin to look up at him. "i'm just peachy" he grins at you, nose gently bumping against your own as he brings you up for a soft kiss,

your body practically buzzes at the feeling, a warm sense of comfort blanketing over you as your lips slot effortlessly against his own.

huffing a quiet laugh through your nose as you pull away, you can't help the beaming smile that tugs at your lips, cheeks slightly rosy as you take him in once again

he really was gorgeous, and you weren't sure as to how you hadn't noticed it before, the insistent longing you had felt for his skilled setter of a best friend likely overshadowing him, making it so that you were unaware to his charm

whatever it was that had stopped you from noticing him before, you were certainly glad that it was out of the way now.

you're momentarily struck by the speculation of what life may have been like if you had never been 'in love' with oikawa, that instead of stubbornly yearning for the boy you were convinced that you were smitten with, you had instead fallen for the brash, hard headed boy who was always beside him.

the one who you had stuck your nose up at when he had questioned if you wanted to join him to go bug hunting when you were both young, his gap toothed grin turning into a scowl as you made some comment of disgust and warned him not to come near you again.

that was one of the first of many smiles that iwaizumi had given you in your time of knowing him, and yet none quite matched the one he was giving you right now

and just for a second, you found yourself awestruck. never before had you seen an expression quite like it cross iwaizumi's features

throughout the many years of existing within the same friend group, you had grown familiar with his different expressions at the least.

there was his condescending smirk that he would often wear when berating oikawa, smacking him across the head or shoulder as the boy who had always held your sights whined in protest.

the boyish grin that would spread across his cheeks and create a crease in his eyes whenever he accomplished something new or showy during practice or a match.

or the polite acknowledging smile he had once directed to you, the two of you awkwardly bumping shoulders during one of the many common movie nights you both spent with your sister and oikawa.

then there was the incredulous smiles that would break out across his face when the two of you finally began to inevitably draw closer to one another. the uncontrollable laughter that would bubble up in his chest when he had watched milkshake snort from out of your nose, your own laughter mixing with the loud chokes of disgust you were coughing out.

and yet — after all of it — here you were, awed by nothing but a smile.

by now he had rolled you off of him, raising from the bed to fetch the shirt that he had taken off in the night (growing too warm with your sleeping body pressed up against him.)

he catches your eye from where he was standing, gaze softening as he takes in your almost awestruck looking face, and that's when he smiles at you again

soft dimples crinkling into his cheeks from where his lips pull into a gentle grin

it was nothing more than that, but it was his eyes that had made your chest tighten, the light sickly feeling that often came whenever you got butterflies overcoming you as you meet his eyes; they were so full of endearment that it almost seemed to overwhelm you.

you feel your cheeks flush ever so slightly, his smile turning to a grin at the sight.

you were definitely not used to feeling this way around iwaizumi, and that thought alone filled you with a slight dread. there was a sense of guilt swirling in your stomach as you sat up from iwa's bed

you try not to dwell on the sickly feeling it brings to your throat, wondering if this is really how fragile and fickle emotion can be? to love and long for someone for so long, just to have it all be put behind you from nothing but a smile.

without even realising it, last night oikawa had drifted from your mind, thoughts of his honey sweet smile had left you the second he was out of sight, instead finding your thoughts and body consumed by iwaizumi

it was one night that you had spent together, and yet somehow it has twisted your entire mindset of the sharp edged boy who stood in front of you now; arms slightly flexing as he skilfully spiked up his hair.

you had to admit, you were being a little too melodramatic for a saturday morning.

lightly clearing your throat, you find your voice "that'll totally damage your hair you know?" pushing off of his bed, you saunter over towards the seijoh ace. "you'll definitely be bald when you're older, you should try rosemary oil before it's too late" you try to somber your voice, expression entirely serious as you attempt to make a jab at him

iwaizumi merely shoves you away from him with a scoff, eyes rolling as he brushes you off "you believe everything you hear don't you?" he mutters, brows furrowed as he goes back to delicately spiking up different parts of his hair.

shrugging your shoulders in response, you can't deny that he's right — so instead, you start to look around his room; it was a lot easier to notice things now that it was light outside.

iwaizumi wasn't as clean as you were expecting him to be, it's not that his room was messy or anything, but he wasn't as neat as you had visualised him as. clothes hung out of his hamper and draws, haphazardly thrown about in random spots of the room or tucked away behind a closet door that wouldn't slide all the way shut because of a shoe that was in the way

his walls were covered in posters and pictures, and you were pleasantly surprised to see a few that even ou were in! he had trophies and figurines tucked away up on shelves that seemed to be collecting dust. medals hanging from handles or pinned up to a small board hidden in the far corner.

it shouldn't have been shocking for you to see all of these things in iwaizumi's room, but it was. you had expected plain walls, cleanliness and maybe an odd volleyball poster in all honesty — and it made you realise just how ignorant you had been to the boy from down the street all this time —

all this time he had been so much more than you had been expecting, he had been messy and loud, he could be clumsy and charming, and he had lived such a life that you had been completely unaware of, so caught up in your idolisation of the golden boy from aoba johsei that you failed to see iwaizumi as anything deeper as oikawa's best friend.

the pictures, tickets and odd ball items he had dotted around his room were collections of his life. memories he had lived that you had just been unknowingly pushing yourself out of, creating this border that separated your lives for no reason at all.

though you can't help but laugh aloud as you finally bring your gaze back over to where he was stood, finally noticing the photoshopped picture of godzilla (with his face on it) that he has tucked into his mirror frame; silently you hope to god that it's not what he uses as a hairstyle reference

following your gaze, iwaizumi snorts as well, a slight redness to his ears as he takes it down, flipping it so it was facing the dresser's tabletop "it was a stupid thing makki made in IT once"

you chuckle at his explanation, reaching over from behind him to pick the picture up, examining the shitty photoshop edit that had been done with a mugshot of a younger iwa; he looked to be about 15 ish so you assume it was taken when he was a first year.

"yeah i can tell by the shitty editing"

iwa huffs a laugh at your words, but tries to snatch the photo back anyway. you dodge his reach however, slipping past him to tuck the picture back into the mirror's side "it's cute though, you should keep it up." turning to face him, you gesture to the many miscellaneous pictures and items scattered around his room "i like how you decorate, it's very you in a way i wasn't expecting"

he raises a brow at this, though seems bashful as he eyes the random junk or messes in his room "what's that even mean?" he questions, pulling the two of you away from his dresser and leading you towards the centre of his room "dunno, it's just, cute i guess" you grin at him, shrugging as he rolls his eyes (something you noticed he does quite often no matter who he's with) muttering "weirdo" under his breath with a laugh.

"now c'mon, pick something out, i'll walk you back to yours" you don't have the heart to turn down his offer, even if was just a few minutes walk.

the two of you leave his place hand in hand, absentmindedly chatting to one another as you stroll down the familiar path to your house

you'd walked this exact path with iwaizumi so many times before — though usually you were both flanked by your sister and oikawa. "i don't think we've ever walked back to yours alone before" iwaizumi's voice startled you slightly, the bitter taste that had begun settling on your tongue at the thought of oikawa disappearing as soon as he spoke aloud exactly what you had just been thinking about.

humming, you swing your entwined hands between the pair of you, eyes forwards facing as you try to ignore the way his gaze seems to burn into your face, iwaizumi was the observant type, and that made you slightly nervous.

"we've only just started being alone together, period." he chuckles at that, gaze falling away from your face to instead face the floor slightly "that's true i suppose" you note that it seems like he wanted to say more, his mouth opening for a second before closing once again; letting his sentence cut off for a moment

"it-" he stops speaking again, as if trying to find the right words "it's nice though, different yeah, but i really have enjoyed the time the two of us have been spending together lately." the slight burn to his ears doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you smile, squeezing his hand as to ease his embarrassment

"yeah, it's not often i do charity work like this" you tease, watching as his lips quirk up, and he bumps your arm with his "oh shut up, i was tryna' be nice" he groans, eyes rolling as you laugh "well think how nice i am! just me being seen alone with you has caused irreparable damage to my social reputation!" he shakes your hand off as he goes to smack you round the head, squeaking in surprise? you quickly dodge to the side so as to avoid being hit

"you're such a bitch" he chuckles, grabbing you by the hand once again to pull you back towards him "aww cmon, what happened to being nice iwa?" you pout, watching as his brows raise in exaggerated surprise "i thought we were past the whole 'iwa' thing, what happened to what you were calling me last night?" he's got a wolf like grin spread across his face now, oozing cockiness as you try not to let the shock show in your expression.

internally however, you were a little surprised by his ability to say something so flirty, you know you had slept with him, but you didn't think he'd be the type to randomly blurt things like that — he was surprising you more and more, doing exactly the things you'd never have expected him to; he was very different to the iwaizumi you had imagined back before you really spoke.

matching his grin now, you bring your intertwined hands up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles gently "what 'pretty boy?' i mean, i can keep calling you that if you want but-" you laugh as his grin drops, cutting you off with a quick stammering shush, ears burning with embarrassment as he jabs you in the side with his elbow.

coughing out your laughter as you double over, arms clutched to your side. iwa is quick with his apologies, not having meant to have knocked you so hard; you can tell that this has embarrassed him even further and you can't help your choked out wheezes.

after practically coughing up a lung from the winding he had given you, you finally manage to compose yourself. brushing iwa's apologies off with an easy going grin "you get violent when you're flustered, noted" he groans once again, hand dragging down his face in exasperation, "i didn't mean to jab you so hard! it's not my fault you've got no muscle" gasping dramatically at his words, you roll the sleeves of the hoodie (which he had lent you) up, flexing your arms to try and prove him wrong

"oh yeah, what's this then?" you taunt, watching as he raises an eyebrow at you, glancing from your bicep to your face in disbelief. "that" he pinched at the skin of your arm, making you wince "is what happens when you spend all your time getting high, instead of getting fit" rubbing your arm, you stick your tongue out at him childishly; you didn't want to admit he was right.

"what are you my gym coach?" he scoffs at your words, noting your obvious attempt of avoidance "these bad boys will do me just fine" after making a show of kissing each of your arms, you send a swift jab of your own into iwa's side, slightly humbled by the fact that he barely even winced. "oh yeah, you're packing some real heat with those guns" he jokes, and you cringe, face twisting in distaste "that was genuinely the worst joke you've ever made, now you see why hanging with you is charity work. i cant be seen with you right now."

he scoffs loudly at this, chuckling as you push him away from you, pretending to hide your face from some invisible paparazzi.

and as he chases you to the electricity pole beside your house, you can't help but think that the two of you had wasted so much time not speaking to one another, missing out on so many opportunities and memories that you could have been making with one another, instead of pining for a romance with people that barely even saw you.

though fate always had perfect timing, so perhaps you didn't get the chance to get to know the rough boy from down the street, always separated by the perfect pair between you that neither of you could see past; but you were here together right now, and maybe that was perfect enough.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 !

⇢ oikawa toru x f! reader x iwaizumi Hajime 

⇢ soundtrack. this love by taylor swift

⇢ tags. summer romance, childhood friends to lovers.

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synopsis. some summers are just prettier than others. summers were spent chasing behind your older brother and his friends, begging to be included in their “big boys only” activities. but the summer before your senior year of high school, you were gone to your grandparents’ before makki, oikawa, iwaizumi, and matsukawa could return from college. now that you’re finally back, what will you do when the boys you’ve chased after your entire childhood suddenly looks at you like you’re not just their best friend’s little sister?

a/n. it’s here, it’s finally here! heavily inspired by the series, “the summer it turned pretty” by jenny han. this was one of my favorites growing up and in honor of it finally being adapted into a television series, here is my own take with my favorites from haikyuu. 

ʚɞ PROLOGUE

CH.1 - ALL GROWN UP 

preview. one year away from you and you’ve grown up so much that Oikawa Toru and Iwaizumi Hajime is having a hard time taking their eyes off of you. “you’re makki’s little sister. you’re only makki’s little sister” they repeat in their head. now if only their hearts would believe it too. 

CH. 2 - MY HANDSOME PRINCE (oikawa’s POV) 

preview. growing up, you called oikawa your prince and you made him promise to marry you one day. it was a joke. but now that you seemed to have your mind on someone else, oikawa suddenly wanted to make good on that promise.  

CH.3 - SIT ON MY LAP (iwaizumi’s POV) 

preview. on the rare days you were actually allowed to tag along on their activities, iwaizumi hajime’s lap was your special seat. and now in an overcrowded car, he automatically pulled you down to himself. only when he caught whiff of your unfamiliar perfume, spotted the glossy lips, and felt the grown weight of you did he realize everything has changed and that makki’s adorable little sister were...well, not so little anymore.

CH.4 - THE MIYAGI SUMMER

preview. now that you’re finally 18, your brother reluctantly agreed to let you tag along to the annual Miyagi bonfire. you meet an old acquaintance from elementary school who has not only gotten taller but cuter as well. if only your brother’s friends would stop being so overprotective, you might just get a shot at the summer romance you’ve always wanted. 

CH.5 - TBA 

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At the End of the Sun, Ch 28: Once Again

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T; Fic: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata); Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Yuutaro Kindaichi, Takahiro Hanamaki

Word Count: Chapter: 6.1k; Whole Work: 160k

Summary: Oikawa is convinced to offer Shoyo one last chance to make things right.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on August 26th, and beta'd by @/r0mantic-era. Further author's note can be found on AO3.

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The silence that fell was suffocating in its totality. It only lasted a few heartbeats, but Shoyo still felt pinned to the floor even though Oikawa no longer held him down.

Then, a single, heartbreaking sob tore free as Oikawa scrambled to his feet and rushed to where Iwaizumi stood, just steps from the closed entrance to the hall. He only slowed when he was just out of arm’s reach, taking careful, nervous steps towards the ghost of his lover. His hand shuddered between them, until finally, his fingertips brushed the rough material of Iwaizumi’s yukata. His gasp quivered through the silence when he was able to press his hand to Iwaizumi’s chest.

All at once, Oikawa dissolved into tears as he threw himself into Iwaizumi’s arms, nearly sending the spirit stumbling backwards from the force of the embrace. “Careful,” Iwaizumi chuckled softly, only audible thanks to the silent disbelief of their audience.

“Shut up and hold me,” Oikawa sniffled into his hair.

Iwaizumi’s shaky smile slid off of his face, and his arms tightened around Oikawa. He didn’t cry, but Shoyo saw his lip tremble before he buried his face into Oikawa’s shoulder. Iwaizumi was the slightest bit shorter than Oikawa, a detail that might have made Shoyo smile if he hadn’t been petrified from shock and fear.

They didn’t say anything, just stood and held each other, rocking ever-so-slightly on their feet as though cradling each other to sleep. When Oikawa spoke again, his voice was so soft, it seemed to slip through the cracks in the silence rather than break it. “How?”

“Hm?”

“How are you here? How am I holding you?” Oikawa peeled himself away just enough to look Iwaizumi in the eye. Even that tiny bit of distance seemed to pain him. “Is…is this a dream? Ow! Why?!”

“Now you know you’re not dreaming,” Iwaizumi huffed with a smirk, hand rubbing soothing circles where he had pinched Oikawa’s waist.

“Then how are you here?! I…I cremated you, I saw you die, you died in my arms, it’s been six years, Iwa—”

“I know,” Iwaizumi hushed him. He pressed their foreheads together and cupped Oikawa’s cheeks in the gentlest cradle, thumbs brushing over the arch of his cheekbones. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” Oikawa’s petulant pout melted into wide-eyed awe when he pulled back to properly look at Iwaizumi, fingers tracing over his features with a gentle touch that was viscerally familiar to Shoyo. “You look the same.”

“Yeah…”

“Six years, and you look the same.”

“Of course I do, stupid. I can’t age.” Oikawa’s face crumpled at the frank statement, and Iwaizumi’s guilt was clear in his hurried words. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“How are you here, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi didn’t answer for a moment, just cradled Oikawa’s face and gazed into his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “I’m here because I’m trapped. I can’t move on.”

“What…? Why?”

“Tooru…why did you curse Kageyama?”

It was unsettling, how quickly Oikawa’s features shuttered off at the name. His eyes flickered to where Tobio was creeping across the floor to reach Shoyo, but shot back to Iwaizumi as though drawn by magnets. “For you,” he murmured. “He killed you, Iwa. He had to pay.”

“Right…for me. How long have we…how long did we know each other?”

Oikawa flinched, though whether from the disapproving tone of Iwaizumi’s voice or his use of past tense, it was hard to tell. “...For as long as I can remember.”

“What did I ever do to make you think I’d want this?”

For a moment, it seemed as though Oikawa’s only answer would be to burrow into Iwaizumi’s shoulder, shielding himself from the eyes of the room and the disapproval of his love. But then, there came a quiet murmur, too soft for Shoyo to hear. It didn’t matter—Iwaizumi’s soft, fond scoff was enough for him to guess what Oikawa said. “Right…you did this for yourself. I get it, I do. I don't know what I would’ve done if I lost you. But you did it in my name, and it’s not right.” He slowly, but firmly, guided Oikawa’s face away from his shoulder, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Let them go. I can’t move on if you don’t let them go.”

“Then don’t,” Oikawa pleaded, “don’t go, Iwa, I won’t let the princeling go, and you can stay! We could have forever with each other, and I won’t have to…I can’t…I don’t know…I…”

“Tooru—!”

“I don’t know how to survive a world without you!” Oikawa choked out a breath before dissolving into tears again. “You can’t ask that of me. Could you do it?”

“I don’t know.” The words were quiet, steady. “Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“In a way, I feel lucky. I’m lucky that I died first, so I wouldn’t have to grieve for you.”

“Then don’t ask me to do the same!”

“You have to!” Iwaizumi’s voice suddenly became firm and unbending, a sharp contrast to the hands that held Oikawa’s face. “Listen to me, Tooru. You have always been the stronger one of us. You can move past this, I know you can. You’ve already lasted six years without me.”

“I shouldn’t have had to! We should’ve had longer! It’s all that brat’s fault that we don’t, and now you want me to let him go?!”

“All the magic and power in the world couldn’t protect us from bad luck. That’s all this is. He took my life without knowing what he was doing. It was an awful accident, but you can’t take his life in return, not like this. Not on purpose. You’ve already taken six years from him. He almost did what should have been impossible. Let that be enough. Let him go.”

Oikawa didn’t say anything. Instead, his head fell forward until he could lean his forehead against Iwaizumi’s and breathe the same air as him. Shoyo didn’t move, didn’t dare to. He clung to Tobio’s hand, taking comfort in his gentle squeeze to ground himself.

“There’s been a hole in my chest since you died,” Oikawa finally breathed, almost too quiet for Shoyo to hear, “right where my heart should be.”

“Quit being so dramatic,” Iwaizumi scoffed, as though his breaths weren’t shaky from tears.

“It’s true! I’m not…whole without you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You’ll heal, your heart will heal, just like any other wound.” After a sigh, Iwaizumi murmured, “I lost my life, and I’m sorry, Tooru, I’m sorry I left you—”

“Don’t apologize, Iwa, please—”

“—but you can’t lose your life, too. Six years, Tooru. Six years of your life and Kageyama’s. Let that be enough. Let them go, let me go. You won’t be alone. The others want to help you. It doesn’t have to be a new life, just continue growing this one. Please…” Oikawa shook his head, his hair dragging across Iwaizumi’s forehead. “…Please, my heart.”

A small sob fell from Oikawa’s lips. The heartbreaking sound hung in the room, balancing on the choked-up silence of everyone witnessing the painful reunion. And then, in a broken, nearly-inaudible voice, Oikawa whispered, “It’s not up to me.”

Iwaizumi fell suddenly, dangerously still. “...What do you mean?”

“The curse isn’t up to me anymore. It’s still in place because of the lack of trust between them. It can only be truly broken if they can prove that trust is there.”

No. Horror slipped through Shoyo’s veins and turned them to ice, and when he looked at Tobio, he found the same horror. Prove their trust? How? The curse was set so that only a year without seeing Tobio’s face would prove the depth of Shoyo’s trust in him. How on earth could they possibly attempt that again, now that he knew what Tobio looked like? Would Shoyo’s memories need to be wiped? Would Tobio be turned back into a wolf? What would happen to him, if he was cursed again while the former’s effects still lingered in his poor body?

“Then…what do they have to do?” Iwaizumi voiced the question echoing in Shoyo’s mind.

Oikawa opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. His eyes danced over Iwaizumi’s features, soaking them in with a hunger that reminded Shoyo of his own first glimpse at Tobio’s face. “If…if they break the curse and I let them go,” he finally murmured, “then…then will you move on?”

Iwaizumi’s shoulders stiffened. “...Yes. That’s the hope.”

Oikawa took another beat to answer. “You really won’t stay?”

“Tooru, don’t.” Iwaizumi shifted to pull his hands away, only for Oikawa to catch them and keep them pressed to his cheeks. “Let me go.”

“Didn’t you miss me?” Oikawa pleaded, fingers tightening around Iwaizumi’s hands. “Didn’t you miss me when you were wandering this island as a ghost?”

“Of course I did, idiot.”

“Then stay with me! I’ll heal, and you’ll be with me, and it can be like before—”

“No, it can’t,” Iwaizumi said. His voice brooked no argument, but immediately softened when Oikawa’s lip trembled. “The past six years…I’ve been a ghost, Tooru. Dead, but still trapped here. Stuck in a limbo, always the same, while the world kept changing around me. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t let myself come back here and risk anyone seeing me…I couldn’t even touch anything for the first year, not until you finally cremated me. If I stay…I will watch you grow and change, but I will be the same, stuck the way I was when that arrow pierced my heart. You can’t ask me to do that, Tooru. It’s not fair to me, to us.”

His thumb brushed the damp lashes clumping dark along Oikawa’s eye. “I’d rather move on to the next stage and pass the time there until you join me. I’ll wait however long it takes. And it better take a long time. If I see you before twenty years have passed, I’ll kick your ass so hard, you’ll be sent back to your body and wake up from the dead, got it?”

“Geez, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said with a wet laugh, “your threats got more creative as a ghost, huh?”

“Yeah. Just for you.” Iwaizumi’s smile melted into a solemn expression and wide eyes. “So? Will you let them try?”

Oikawa leaned down to rest their foreheads together again as he kept holding on tight to Iwaizumi’s hands. He took a slow, deep breath…and nodded. Relief flooded Shoyo, sweet and overwhelming and unshakable, even under the tired glare the sorcerer pinned on him and Tobio. “You failed to break the curse because of a lack of trust. Find a way to prove it’s there.”

Tobio’s fingers tightened around Shoyo’s, so tight it almost hurt, but his voice was steady when he said, “Yes, sir. Thank you…for the second chance.”

An instinctive sneer curled over Oikawa’s lips, only to fall away when he looked at Iwaizumi again. “I’m not doing it for you. Kindaichi, take them back to his room.”

Kindaichi jolted, as though coming back to himself, before dipping into a bow. “Yes, sir. Um…follow me, please.”

As Shoyo and Tobio slowly rose to their feet, Matsukawa caught Kindaichi by the arm and leaned in to murmur something to him. Kindaichi’s eyes widened, but he nodded, mouth a shaky line. When they left the throne room, Oikawa and Iwaizumi finally looked around at Matsukawa, and Shoyo only caught a glimpse of Matsukawa moving towards Iwaizumi before the wood panels shut behind them.

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Tobio was silent on the way to his room, which wasn’t strange. What was strange was the knowledge that he was silent because he was thinking. So Shoyo matched his silence, only distracting him with the pressure of their fingers woven together.

“Food will be brought to you later,” Kindaichi said as he let them back into Tobio’s room, “and I don’t think you’ll have to do your rounds today. Should I bring Kunimi to look at anything?”

Shoyo shook his head, holding his tongue until Kindaichi’s footsteps faded down the hallway and left them truly alone in Tobio’s room. “What do we do?” he finally burst out, pulling Tobio with him to sit on the floor. “How do we prove our trust?”

“I have an idea,” Tobio murmured, “but you’re not going to like it.”

Shoyo blinked. “What? Why not? What’s the idea?”

“I…I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Why?!”

“Because of trust, dumbass! If we’re going to prove anything, I need you to do what I say when I ask you, okay?”

Shoyo scowled—he hated having secrets kept from him, hated it even more when the withheld information was the key to something so important. But Tobio just frowned back, an immovable object to Shoyo’s unstoppable force, and eventually Shoyo could only huff and grumble, “Why even bring it up if you’re not gonna tell me anything?”

“So then you won’t waste too much energy on thinking.”

“Hey!”

Tobio’s frown melted into a smile, a soft, slight little thing, and Shoyo’s annoyance drained away just as smoothly. He fiddled absentmindedly with Tobio’s hand, an outlet for his nerves as he asked, “Should we…should we tell him? That you have an idea?”

Tobio shook his head, catching Shoyo’s restless fingers with a firm pressure that Shoyo knew was meant to steady both of them. “Not yet. I think…I don’t think Iwaizumi-san will leave Oikawa-san until he lets us go. So…let them have some extra time. We can say something when they bring us some food.”

“Don’t you want to go home?”

The weight of Tobio’s silence unnerved him, and the feeling worsened when dark blue eyes slowly raised to his and revealed a nervousness ill-suited for a homecoming. “I…I want you to go home,” he said slowly, choosing every word with care, “and I want to go with you. But…I don’t know what my home is like anymore. I don’t know how anyone will react, if…if anyone will be happy to see me. It doesn’t…feel like home anymore, not like…”

“Not like…?”

Tobio brought their joined hands up and pressed his lips to the back of Shoyo’s hand. “Not like ours,” he breathed into his skin.

Shoyo’s heart skipped a beat, then swelled with love and pity and anger for the man curling into himself in front of him. Of course he was scared to go home. It had been six years.

“I’ll be there,” he hissed, crawling forward until he could nudge their noses together. “We’ll make it feel like home together, I promise. And I know, I know your grandfather will be so happy to see you. How could he not be?”

“He thinks I died, Sho. And now he’s going to think I ran away from home or something.”

“So tell him what happened! He’ll listen to you, he’ll hear you out, just like he heard me out when I had to leave to live with you.” A puff of air washed over his face, before he was grabbed into a hug with Tobio’s face buried into his shoulder. “I’m a samurai of the Kageyama clan, sworn to protect the daimyo and his family,” Shoyo whispered, stroking his fingers through Tobio’s hair, “and that includes you, Tobio. I’ll stay by your side through anything.”

“I know,” Tobio said, words muffled in Shoyo’s shoulder. “Me, too.”

All the giddy joy of last night’s reunion was drained away by the tumultuous ebb and flow of Oikawa’s rage and Iwaizumi’s reappearance, leaving an ache deep in Shoyo’s chest. Tobio was right back to making himself small under his fear and guilt, and Shoyo hated it. But what could he do? What could he say? It was his fault Tobio was in this situation.

“I love you,” Shoyo decided to say, mouthing the words into the soft hair at Tobio’s temple. He didn’t feel rejected by the way Tobio’s shoulders stiffened beneath his arms. He knew that was his way of pushing against the instinctive belief that he wasn’t worthy of that love. It just meant Shoyo would have to keep working to make him believe otherwise.

Tobio tightened his arms around his waist and pulled him into his lap, keeping his face buried in his shoulder the entire time. “I love you, too,” he eventually murmured, “I…Sho, I…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m…I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”

“Never.” Shoyo held on even tighter, until he wasn’t sure if the heartbeat he felt was his own or Tobio’s. “You’re stuck with me, Tobi. Not even magical storms or shrouds could keep me away from you.”

“Yeah…stubborn dumbass.”

“Jerk,” Shoyo laughed, softening the taunt with another kiss to Tobio’s hair. He wanted to sink into the love settling over his nerves and easing the tremble of his fingers, but doubt pricked at him. “Tobio…you know I trust you, right?”

Silence met his question, broken by a soft sigh. “We’ll find out tomorrow, right?”

The lack of a firm answer stung, but it wasn’t unfair. Sure, the fact that Shoyo had come this far for him was a sign of his love and devotion. But no amount of insistence would change the fact that he’d broken Tobio’s trust the moment he lit the candle. It was a mistake that nearly ruined Tobio’s life twice over. Of course he would need something tangible to prove otherwise. “What about my love for you?”

This time, he earned a huff of laughter and the feeling of Tobio’s nose nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “Of course I know it,” he mumbled into Shoyo’s skin. “I love you, too, dumbass.”

“Good.” Shoyo’s arms tightened, only to immediately loosen at Tobio’s pained gasp. “What? What happened?!”

“The burns.” Tobio leaned away just enough to loosen his robes and frown at the three sunken burns on the strong swell of his chest. “They still hurt.”

“How?”

“I dunno. Aren’t you the healer’s son?”

“This isn’t normal,” Shoyo muttered, ignoring the taunt to peer at the burns. They were still perfect circles, still raw and red, still emitted a heat when Shoyo brushed his fingers around the flushed area. “This must be Oikawa’s magic. That’s why the wax burned you like this. Maybe it’s keeping you from healing, too.”

“Oikawa?!”

“Yeah.” Shoyo met Tobio’s eyes, and nearly shuddered at the stunned anger burning in their midnight depths. It was only the second time he’d seen him truly show anger at the sorcerer. “He gave the candle to my mom.”

“That…that bastard. He set us up.”

“Hey.” Shoyo caught Tobio’s face and forced him to hold their eye contact, waiting for his anger to ebb away before continuing, “Yes, the candle was unfair. But it’s still my fault that I lit it, and today we’re going to fix it, right?”

Tobio’s nod was slow. “…Right.”

Shoyo’s eyes wandered back to the burns, guilt crawling up his throat until he felt sick. “I’m sorry,” he whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry I hurt you like that.”

“Hey. Don’t apologize.” Tobio gently pulled his hand away from the burns. “You’ve gotten hurt, too. We’ll fix it. All of it. But you have to listen to me, okay?”

Shoyo wasn’t familiar with the shifting emotions of Tobio’s human features, but he could still tell that the entreaty in his dark blue eyes didn’t quite belong there. What on earth would he ask him to do, if he was this nervous about Shoyo’s response? “...Okay.”

“Okay…good.”

With that, Tobio burrowed back into him, reminding Shoyo of the way Natsu would burrow into her plush rabbit. He fought valiantly against the laugh rising to his lips when he offered, “Hey…should we get the futon out? Do you want to sleep?”

“No. I wanna stay like this.”

“Then your legs will fall asleep.”

“Don’t care.”

“You will later!”

“Quit nagging and hold me back, dumbass!”

“Spirits…,” Shoyo huffed, as though he weren’t already holding him tight around his shoulders. “Yes, Your Grace.”

☾

Tobio did eventually let Shoyo go, but only because Kindaichi arrived with food. After they finished eating, Shoyo mentioned needing to change the wrappings on his arms, and when Kindaichi returned to take away the dishes, Tobio was partway through wrapping clean bandages around Shoyo’s wrists. “Oh. I thought you didn’t need any healing.”

“This isn’t healing,” Shoyo answered Kindaichi, though his eyes stayed fixed on the adorable pout of concentration Tobio wore as he carefully secured the wrappings on his right wrist. “I just needed to clean these.”

“Ah. Well…I’ll just…take these, then.” “Thanks!” Shoyo kept watching Tobio, his own lips curving into a frown when he didn’t add anything. “...Tobio.”

“What?”

“Your idea.”

Tobio’s single-minded concentration shifted into realization, then urgency. “Oh! Right, we wanted to see Oikawa-san again.”

Kindaichi blinked, suspicion creasing his features. “Really? You already have an idea?”

“We do.”

“...Alright.”

The walk back to the great hall was terribly familiar now. With Tobio at his side, Shoyo felt a particular sense of deja vu, and he reached for Tobio’s hand without really thinking about it. He just…needed the reassuring pressure of their fingers woven together.

Kindaichi paused once they reached the throne room, hands hovering over the panels in an echo of that morning. “...Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the couple. Some anger still lingered in his eyes, but there was also genuine worry, especially when his eyes rested on Tobio.

That was right. He had mentioned feeling some sympathy for the cursed heir. But the worry Shoyo saw now went beyond simple sympathy. “Yes,” Tobio answered softly. “Could…could you get the candle, as well? If Oikawa-san has it?”

Kindaichi took a slow breath, and then, with a nod in return, he slid the doors open, slipping inside and leaving Shoyo and Tobio alone.

“Tobio,” Shoyo whispered, squeezing Tobio’s hand when he saw fear on his face, “it doesn’t matter if this doesn’t work. I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.”

“Dumbass, aren’t you supposed to be encouraging me?” Tobio huffed, a small smile cracking through his fear.

“I am encouraging!”

“Uh-huh.”

Tobio didn’t get a chance to tease Shoyo any more before the panels clacked open again. They both froze when, instead of Kindaichi, they found Iwaizumi standing in the entrance. “I hope you two have a good idea,” he said, his small smile gentling his words, “because Oikawa is not happy with being interrupted.”

“Iwa-chan, stop plotting with the enemy and get back here.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes but still obeyed, leading Shoyo and Tobio into the throne room and rejoining Oikawa at the dais. Hanamaki and Matsukawa flanked the kyosoku, a few steps in front of where silent guards usually stood. To Shoyo’s surprise, Oikawa sat at the edge of the dias instead of at his armrest. It wasn’t until he stood and grabbed at Iwaizumi’s hand that Shoyo realized: there wasn’t space for two people at the kyosoku, nor on the cushion next to it. Of course Oikawa would lower himself to be next to the late love of his life.

“Well, Tobio-chan,” the sorcerer sniffed, lip curling around the mocking nickname, “what grand idea couldn’t even wait a day? And what, precisely, do you need with my candle? Fancying another burn?”

“Oi, Shitty-kawa.”

“What?! You saw his burns!”

“Not…not really,” Tobio quietly interjected. He didn’t look at Shoyo, as though he could feel the weight of his confused gaze. “I do need to light it again.”

Oikawa frowned but he picked up the candle and its dish and tossed them to their feet, so that Tobio had to crouch to retrieve them. “I expect your little samurai has a striker of some sort.”

Shoyo’s shoulders shot up to his ears when the attention of everyone in the room turned on him. “Uh. Yes, yeah, I do.”

“Okay.” Tobio lowered himself to the tatami mats and fit the candle onto its holder. He waited quietly as Shoyo dug out his striker from his pack and only offered a nod when Shoyo looked at him for guidance.

It was easy enough to light the candle, despite his hands trembling—he couldn’t shake the memory of the first and last time he’d lit this candle. “Okay,” he said once a flame flickered on the candle. “Now what?”

“Let it melt a bit.”

“Must we be here for the full process?” Oikawa drawled. He flopped back onto the edge of the dias, his boredom breaking only to offer a sweet grin at Iwaizumi’s exasperation. “Aw, you missed this, Iwa-chan. Admit it.”

“Dunno why I did,” Iwaizumi sighed, words mismatched with the way he lowered himself to Oikawa’s side and let him loop their arms together. There was an undercurrent of melancholy in their bickering, as if they knew this chance at normalcy would be short-lived.

“Princeling, what is the point of all this?”

“You told us to prove our trust,” Tobio said shortly, “and we can’t do that if I explain too much.”

Melted wax slowly dripped down the candle, eventually pooling in the dish the way it had when Shoyo accidentally burned Tobio with it. “Is this enough?”

“I think so.” Tobio looked up from the candle, and a shudder ran up Shoyo’s spine when their eyes met and he saw stony determination in those dark depths. “You have to listen to me, Sho.”

“I know.”

“You won’t like this.”

“O…kay? What do I need to do?”

“You have to pour it on me.”

“What?!” Shoyo was distantly aware of a sucked-in breath and some shuffles from the others in the room, but all his attention was narrowed in on Tobio’s impassive features.

“You have to pour it over my burns.”

“No! Why?! It’ll hurt you, I can’t— not again—”

“Shoyo.” Steady hands held Shoyo’s shaking hands. “You said you trust me.”

“I do, but—!”

“So trust me. Listen to me.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“This is my idea,” Tobio reassured him. “If I get hurt, then it’s my own fault. Do it, Sho. Please. And when you start, you can’t stop until I tell you to, alright?”

The trembling of Shoyo’s hands worsened as he reached for the dish and lifted it, slow with dread. Familiar fingers settled around his wrist, holding him steady as he positioned it to pour over the three burns. “Are…are you ready?” Shoyo asked, voice hoarse in his dry throat.

Tobio slowly let go, leaving Shoyo to pour the wax on his own. “Yes.”

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly, carefully tilted the dish. Watching the wax slip out of the dish and onto Tobio’s skin felt like being trapped in a terrible flashback, a haunting nightmare. Then, Tobio groaned, and the reality became worse than the memory. Shoyo’s hand jerked, instinct telling him to right the dish and stop the flow of wax, but he caught himself just in time. “Tobio—”

“Don’t stop,” he grunted, eyes screwed shut against the pain. The fingers around Shoyo’s wrist started shaking, a tiny, almost-unnoticeable tremor, but it was enough for guilt to weigh heavy in his gut. He was hurting him, he was hurting him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Tobio didn’t say anything, didn’t tell him to stop pouring, letting the burns be covered in a thick layer of wax that was already drying solid on his skin. Curiously, the wax didn’t burn him further. It just settled on him, pulling his skin tight as it dried. “Tell me to stop,” Shoyo whispered, “please, Tobio, end this.”

Tobio stayed silent, holding his breath until he finally gasped, “Stop.”

Shoyo jerked his hand back, blew out the flame, and abandoned the candle in favor of cupping Tobio’s face. “You idiot,” he hissed, brushing sweaty bangs out of Tobio’s unfocused eyes. “What was that supposed to prove? That I’ll hurt you on command?”

Uneasiness churned in his stomach when the only response he got were slow, dazed blinks. When Tobio eventually spoke, his words nearly slurred together. “Wipe it off.”

“What?”

“The wax. Wipe it away.”

Shoyo’s tongue burned with all of the questions he wanted to demand answers to, but Tobio looked like he could barely stay seated upright. He moved easily with Shoyo’s guiding hands to lay down on the mats, before Shoyo ripped a bit of fabric from the bottom of his torn-up kosode and dug out his waterskin. “Stay awake, you jerk,” he huffed under his breath, wetting the scrap and beginning to ever-so-carefully wipe away the wax. It was slow work, thanks to the wax needing to be soaked through before being wiped off. But bit by bit, the blue wax lifted from Tobio’s skin, and bit by bit, Shoyo’s eyes widened from what he saw.

At first he wasn’t sure if he was seeing correctly, but it quickly became unmistakable: the three burns were nowhere to be seen. It was as though those small, raw, perfectly-round circles had never been there, leaving smooth, pale skin beneath the wax. “How?” he gasped.

Tobio painstakingly raised himself to his elbows and stared down at his chest. “Oh…it worked.”

“‘Oh’? What do you mean, ‘oh’?!” Shoyo demanded. “What happened to the burns?!”

“The curse…” Shoyo and Tobio’s heads turned in unison to look at Oikawa, who stared at Tobio’s chest in disbelief. “Those burns were caused by your failure to break the curse. If they’re gone, then…”

“We broke it.” Tobio’s eyes were much more alert when they met Shoyo’s, and a smile—a beautiful, relieved, hesitant smile—began to inch across his face. “We did it, Sho. You trusted me.”

Shoyo’s stare swung from Tobio, to his chest, to a smiling Iwaizumi, and finally, Oikawa, who looked like he might make lightning strike the throne room itself. “Is it true?” Shoyo whispered. “Is the curse broken?”

There was a tense beat where Shoyo thought Oikawa would refuse outright. But instead, the sorcerer turned to Iwaizumi and grabbed his hands. The shifter’s surprise hardened into a frown. “Don’t you dare—”

“One night,” Oikawa pleaded, clinging to Iwaizumi’s hands. “If I let them go and do what you asked, then give me that. Give me one night with you, please.” When Iwaizumi didn’t answer immediately, Oikawa leant in to brush their noses together, still holding tight to his hands. “Please, Hajime. I won’t…I won’t ask you to stay forever. Just one more night, please.”

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched almost as tight as his eyes were squeezed shut. “…Fine,” he breathed, “but only if you let them go.”

“Fine,” Oikawa echoed. He darted in for a quick kiss, a bittersweet smile curving his lips when Iwaizumi grunted, “Oi!” in protest. The smile was gone when he shoved himself to his feet, swept to Tobio’s side, and crouched down to hold the blue stone still hanging around his neck by a leather strap.

A dull glow began to emit from the stone, pulsing like a heartbeat, only to die back down to a still, blue darkness. Oikawa’s fingers tightened around the stone before he abruptly tugged at it, yanking it from Tobio’s neck and sending the heir sprawling backwards to the floor.

“It’s done,” Oikawa said, his voice dull. He coiled the leather strap over the stone in the palm of his hand, as though he were going to tuck it into the pouch hanging off his obi. Suddenly, the ends of the leather sparked, and bright orange embers burned through the strap like a dwindling incense stick. It even burned through the stone, leaving a small pile of ash in Oikawa’s hand. “Go.”

He ignored the pairs of wide eyes that followed him back to the dais, where Iwaizumi awaited him with a small, sad smile and an outstretched hand. “W…what?” Tobio finally said, voice hoarse with disbelief.

“Go!” Oikawa snapped. Even though he was facing his throne, the tension in his shoulders still radiated anger and grief. “Leave! And don’t ever show your faces on this island again. There are always new curses to be placed.”

Shoyo needed no further encouragement. He gathered up his things and urged Tobio to his feet, ready to dip into a final bow and dash out of the castle. But when he pulled Tobio off the floor, the heir slipped his hand away and reached for the talisman instead. “Can we give this back?” he murmured.

“Oh. Um…yeah, of course,” Shoyo stammered, “if…if Oikawa-san will take it.”

With that, Tobio reached into Shoyo’s robes and carefully untied the talisman from around him, letting it fall into his hand with a silken, whispering rustle. Shoyo watched with his heart in his throat as the love of his life slowly approached the man who hated him most in the world, the man who he’d robbed of a lover and who in turn had robbed him of six years. He lowered himself to his knees and bent forward until his forehead brushed the tatami floor. An hush fell over the room at the sight—heirs of daimyos weren’t meant to offer a dogeza to anyone but their own daimyo, and certainly not their enemy.

“Please accept this,” Tobio said, “and accept our gratitude for your mercy. I…I know you won’t forgive me, but—”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Tobio’s head lifted at the interruption. Iwaizumi grinned down at him and crouched to take the talisman. “You made a mistake, a terrible mistake,” he told the younger man, “and you have paid more consequences than you should have. Go, live your life, and…and maybe one day, you might even begin to forget about all of this.” He looked up at Shoyo, his grin broadening into a smile that shook with gratitude. “Thank you, Hinata. Those words don’t feel like enough, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Shoyo murmured, bending into a deep bow, “and thank you for helping me.”

When he straightened, Iwaizumi still smiled, but as their eyes met, he lifted his chin in a gesture to the panels behind Shoyo. “Go.”

It was all so sudden, and somehow not fast enough. Shoyo’s lip trembled as he bowed to Matsukawa and Hanamaki, who responded with smiles of their own, and then to Kindaichi, who bowed back.

Through it all, Tobio kneeled, gazing up at Oikawa’s back. Shoyo shouldered their things and crouched at his side, rubbing a soothing hand between his shoulders. “Tobio…let’s go.”

With a deep, shaky breath, Tobio nodded and let Shoyo help him to his feet again. But before they turned away, Shoyo looked at Oikawa, at his stiff posture and pretty hair, and murmured, “Thank you. I…I think you have a good heart, and I know it will heal. I hope…you can find some happiness then.”

He didn’t get a response beyond a sucked-in breath, and he didn’t expect more. He just let Tobio weave their fingers together and lead the way out of the throne room. The weight of everyone’s eyes rested on his back as they walked, but as the wood panels closed behind them, Shoyo shuddered from a prickle down his neck and whirled back around.

There, through the closing gap between the dark wood, Oikawa watched them with shadowed eyes and thin lips. The clack of the panels finally closing underlined the shiver that slid up Shoyo’s spine.

“Shoyo?”

“Sorry!” he gasped, whirling back to Tobio. “Sorry, I just…I felt…” Concern glittered in those dark eyes, making guilt chase off the unsettling weight in Shoyo’s stomach. “Nothing,” he decided, tugging lightly at Tobio’s hand. “Let’s go, Tobio.”

Tobio gave a mute nod and let Shoyo lead the way through the halls. When Shoyo looked back at him, Tobio was taking in the castle surrounding them, brows furrowed with nerves and frustration. “Hey.” Dark blue eyes snapped to Shoyo. “What’s wrong?”

“Just…” Tobio stared down the stairs that awaited them. “I can’t believe it. I…I can’t believe it’s over. I can go home. It’s really over.”

“It’s really over,” Shoyo confirmed. He took Tobio’s hands in his, smiling when their eyes met again. “We did it, Tobio. The curse is broken. I came here to take you home, and now it’s happening. We can go home!”

Tobio’s breaths slowly steadied, and his hands stopped trembling in Shoyo’s. “Sho…”

“Yeah?”

Tobio’s hands slid out of his and cupped his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste but slow, and when they parted, their lips clung like drawn syrup. His eyes fluttered open to find Tobio watching him with the softest, fondest smile on his lips and not a trace of uncertainty in his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Shoyo said, unashamed of the catch in his voice. “Let’s go home?”

“Yeah. Take me home.”

#ateots #haikyuu!! #at the end of the sun #kagehina #shobio #shoyo hinata #tobio kageyama #pearl writes #pearl's stuff #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #haikyu!! #hq!! #haikyuu #haikyu #fics #fanfics #kagehina fics #kagehina fanfics #kagehina fic #kagehina fanfic #shobio fics #shobio fanfics #shobio fanfic #shobio fic

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Ships in the Rain

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cWTMrLs

by AniNinjaSpaz (NinjaSpaz)

Series of short threads of various ships getting caught in the rain.

Ch 1 - KageHina Ch 2 - IwaOi Ch 3 - KuroYachi

[Archived from Twitter]

Words: 3375, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Yachi Hitoka

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou/Yachi Hitoka

Additional Tags: Fluff, Rain, twitter thread

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cWTMrLs

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

[reddriot]

iwaizumi hajime and oikawa tooru ✧ the ace and the captain

hey. do what we usually do... let me take this challenge.

gift for @diyeoracha as part of haikyuucreations' secret santa event! it was so lovely to talk to you over the past couple of weeks, daff! i’m really happy to have gotten to know you and i enjoyed our conversations about the different fandoms we’re in. i hope you had a nice christmas, and i hope you’ll have a wonderful new year! —🎁

#haikyuu!! #hqedit #haikyuucreations #dailyhaikyuu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #type: edit #type: anime #anime: haikyuu!! #ch: oikawa tooru #ch: iwaizumi hajime #my edits #my edits: gfx #misc: for friends

[comradekiwi]

can’t believe the longtime hc that oikawa and atsumu would immediately clash if they ever met, and iwa would try to be peacekeeper, was just confirmed and happened canonically KSHFKSH

#THAT WAS SO FUNNY #it’s on sight #did I predict this w my hq post ab iwaoi and iwaatsu like two days ago? hmm #hq #haikyuu #hq oneshot #haikyuu oneshot #hq ch 402.5 #iwaoi #miya atsumu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime

[youichi-kuramochi]

Whichever six players are stronger as a team are going to be the ones who win!

for @baskrvilles — merry christmas from your animanga secret santa! ❤️🎅🎄

#hq!!edit #haikyuu!! #animangasecretsanta #dailyhaikyuu #sportsanimedaily #fysportsanime #allanimanga #fymanganime #mangasedit #iwaizumi hajime #* #hq!!* #edit* #500+ #1k+ #ch 127 #ch 142 #ch 144 #ch 145 #ch 395 #ch 402 #I waffled a little on what to make but in the end ofc it had to be our Best Boy iwa-chan! #merry christmas!!!! I hope u like this!!! #I reaaaally hope tumblr doesn't screw this up and it looks ok #everything's been uploading super red for me lately and idk how to fix that aldkjgk

[waveoftheocean]

I'M LATE LATE LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY OIKAWA!!!!!!! KING OF MY ENTIRE HEART I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY FOR HIM AND JUST SO EMOTIONAL OVER THE LAST CHAPTER UGH 😭😭😭

#haikyuu!! #hq!! #iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #hq spoilers #mine #doodles #oh my god....oh my GOD PLEASE COME SCREAM WITH ME OVER THE LAST CH OF HAIKYUU #i want to draw SO MUCH FOR THEM BUT!!!! NO!!!!! TIME!!!!!!! #also i've had a terrible last few days which is why this is late hahaha #but today's been a pretty good day and i drew this so hooray

[luckycheesefoodie321]

*Sees Haikyuu trending*

WHO WAS IT?! WHO APPEARED?!?!

IWA-CHANNNNNNNN

Him and Ushiwaka talking and exchanging thoughts and giving advice was something so insanely pure and not something I realised I wanted until now...

The Iwa/Ushi chapter also reaffirmed something for me...

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are the exact same type of idiot

Now gimme that Oikawa reaction

#and this is why theyre husbands #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #manga #spoilers #anime #haikyuu spoilers #iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #ushijima wakatoshi #ch 395 #ch 394 #iwa chan #iwaoi

[kuroopaisen]

tiny love || 12

➵ as tooru’s younger sister, falling in love with iwaizumi hajime is easy. your feelings aren’t ignored, either. this time, you both decided to tell your brother the truth. 

warnings: f!reader

wc: 1k

m.list | ch. 11 ↞ ch. 12 ↠ ch. 13

Last time…

“Hey, Oikawa?” Iwaizumi swallowed, his face a tad paler than usual. “We have something to tell you.”

✧ ✧ ✧

“We?” Tooru chuckled, a familiar playful lilt to his voice.

“Hello,” you piped up before he had time to tease Iwaizumi about who ‘we’ might be.

“Ah!” The phone burst with joy, a pleasant tinkle to the way Oikawa called your name.

Your stomach plummeted.

“So, what’s up?” Tooru sighed. “You’re not about to tell me that you need to borrow some money, are you?”

“When have I ever asked you for money?” You grumbled, your free hand teasing the fabric of your pyjama shorts between your fingers. God, it’s too normal; a typical back-and-forth between siblings.

It was a strange contrast to the dread settling in your gut.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Tooru chirped. Blissfully unaware. You were almost envious.

You braved a glance at Iwaizumi. His jaw was taut, his lips pressed thin.

You tightened your grip around his hand, as if you were trying to instil a modicum of strength into him.

“Yeah, well…” Iwaizumi cleared his throat, blinking a little faster than usual.

“You sound so grim,” Tooru chuckles. “Come on then, out with it.”

Iwaizumi’s face turned a shade paler, his jaw taut.

This was hard for him. That much was obvious.

But he was trying.

And it was as hard for him as it was for you.

Everything within you stung, a tempest of nettles and thorns that refused to give you any respite. You’d been doing this – whatever this was, whatever Iwaizumi was ready to call this fondness between you – behind Tooru’s back for so long now.

High school. Years of bitterness. Downplaying just how much you hurt in order to maintain peace. A peace which you’d shattered with your own hands, on your own volition, when you had every opportunity not to.

But what’s done is done. You weren’t about to make the same mistakes you had in high school.

You had to tell him. You had to assert yourself, to show him that you matter too. That Iwaizumi meant something to you. That you meant something to him.

“We’re dating.”

It blurted out of your mouth with all the clumsiness and inelegance of a newborn foal. You just wanted to get it out, to shift the horrible tightness in your chest, to breathe out the burning in your gut.

Deathly silence followed.

It was worse than you’d feared.

Tooru was never silent. Whenever he was, it meant something bad had happened. Stagnation. Rejection. Fury.

Those were the only things that could render Tooru silent.

You wondered if you should fill the space with something else. But, there was nothing to say.

All this tension, all this discontent, stripped naked in two words.

“Is this a joke?” Tooru’s voice was a razor, thin and sharp and cold. “Because it’s not very funny.”

Your brother had never spoken to you like this. You’ve heard him talk about other people in this voice – a certain Kageyama Tobio comes to mind – but the ire had never been directed at you before.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

God, you just wished you wouldn’t take it all so seriously – why did this matter so much? Why was it causing you so much stress? What was wrong with y—

“It’s not,” Iwaizumi said. “She’s telling you the truth.”

He no longer had a ghostly pallor. A familiar crease lined his brow. You realised, not without a hint of irony, that it’s the look he always had in the middle of one of his high school games. That was when his tenacity always shone through the most.

“I asked you to keep an eye on her, not fuck her,” Tooru hissed.

It was like everything you knew gave way beneath you, like the thin ground above a pit in one of those adventure movies.

You weren’t you anymore. You were her. Not a person on your own accord, but something to be coddled, ‘protected’, prevented from making their own decisions.

A grievance.

“That’s out of line!” Iwaizumi’s voice boomed, speckled with rage. “Don’t talk about your sister like that!”

“Don’t tell me how I can or can’t talk about her!” Tooru’s voice was just as sharp, just as blue-hot. “She’s my sister, you, you—”

“I’m right here, Tooru,” you hissed, the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. What were you, a doll? A pet? A cup of fine china that had to be handled with care?

You were an adult, a woman, and Tooru needed to—

“You stay out of this,” he barked.

“No!”

The word scratched against your throat like gravel. You sounded like a petulant child – something you’d told yourself to avoid in this call.

But that was all Tooru saw you as – a child who couldn’t make her own choices. A child that needed to be protected.

The horrible realisation comes to you with an underwhelming mundanity.

Tooru didn’t see you as an individual. Not in the way you wanted him to. You were just his baby sister, silly and stupid and easily misled.

“Don’t talk about me like that!” Everything you wanted to say was gone, no matter how desperately you tried to wrangle them. Any well-thought out defence, or explanation, or appeal to his reason… all of it, gone.

A pressure was building in your head, angry and persistent. You felt like you were going to explode, spluttering out of your seams. It was all slipping away from you too fast, running like water through your hands.

“I don’t want to hear anything out of you!” Tooru yelled. “You should know better than to fuck around with my friends!”

“My feelings matter too!” You shouted back. “You don’t own Hajime—”

“Oh, Hajime?” Tooru scoffed. “Jesus Christ…”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, every inch of your skin burning. This was the worst possible outcome. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this. Nothing at all.

“You don’t get to control who I do and don’t date,” you said, a waver running through your words.

“You know what? I’m not having this conversation.”

“Tooru—”

The end tone blared out its steady march.

He was gone.

It was over before it’d even begun.

The silence enveloped you like a shroud, dank and oppressive and suffocating.

Tooru hadn’t even given you a chance to explain yourself. Not properly. He’d just shouted.

He’d never shouted at you before – not properly. Sure, there were petty fights over meaningless things neither of you could remember, but there’d never been a true falling out.

But there you sat, an ache in your chest that felt wholly unfamiliar. A new kind of aloneness, an isolation wholly different from anything you’d felt before. It wasn’t like getting your heart broken by the boy you had a ridiculously big crush on. It wasn’t like moving to a whole new country, throwing yourself into a perilous unknown.

No, this was a new pain, one you didn’t know how to name. The insurmountable rift had grown even wider. Now there was no chance of reaching him.

Your chest ached with how tight it was, your eyes stung with a startling ferociousness, your head pounded to the rhythm of your racing thoughts—

“Hajime—”

His arms encircled you as you croaked out his name. He pulled you towards him and pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. You let yourself fall against his chest, your cheek coming to rest against the soft cotton of his shirt. He was warm, like he always was. Firm, warm, steady.

He was safe. You were safe.

You let the tears bubble out. You needed it. All that fretting, all that waiting, only for it to turn out like this? Maybe you were just the punching bag in some great cosmic joke. Something so trivial, so human, causing this much strife…

For the first time in your life, you envied all those people out there with distant relationships with their siblings – even the ones who regarded their blood relatives with contempt. At least, then, it wouldn’t feel so much like you were the one holding the knife. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be tearing yourself apart from the inside out over something you shouldn’t even feel guilty about in the first place.

God, this was so stupid. And Hajime… poor Hajime…

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything. But you knew. You knew he would hold good on his promise. He wouldn’t run away this time.

He hadn’t.

Your heart was breaking all over again.

But this time, you weren’t alone.

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