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noosayog · 1 year
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[Exactly Where You Wanted Me] in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet
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warnings/content: she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining
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It’s a Friday morning, when Iwaizumi, accompanied by a very excited looking Oikawa, pulls you aside before homeroom starts. 
Suspicious, you think. But if Iwa-chan is on board, it can’t be too bad. 
After lots of flowery words and floundering from Oikawa, Iwaizumi explains that Oikawa wants you to pretend to date him to deter his fangirls from crowding practice afterschool in less than two sentences. He uses an additional sentence to say it’s stupid but probably effective. 
You’ve been friends with Iwa-chan since your first years in high school and you generally think Oikawa is amusing, so you agree.
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There’s not much to fake dating that’s different from real dating. You spend time together and there’s no way Oikawa’s heart stood a chance against getting this much alone time with you. He’s enjoyed being able to hang out with both you and Iwa-chan together before, but now, as your fake boyfriend, he’s allowed to indulge in all of your attention. He likes that. 
So in the spirit of playing the role of a good fake boyfriend mixed with some selfish intentions, he asks - begs - you to come to cheer him on at a friendly practice match between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, because that’s what people who are dating do. You agree. 
On the day of the match, there you are, dressed in his spare turquoise blue jersey. He doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a maniac until Iwa-chan smacks him upside the head to tell him to start warming up. 
He’s still having trouble focusing when he notices you making your way down to the court. Instead of going straight to him, though, he watches you make your way to the Shiratorizawa side of the court. He’s about to stop you, out of concern that straight-arrow Ushiwaka would reprimand you for interrupting warm-ups, but to his surprise (horror), Ushijima meets you in the middle and starts chatting with you. 
Okay, what’s going on here? Is Ushiwaka… trying to flirt with you? 
Rationally, he knows it’s unlikely. Chronically, Oikawa is an overreactor and overthinker. 
So he storms up to you and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you away from the enemy captain. He hides your entire frame behind his and puffs his chest up, arms crossed defensively. 
“Ushijima,” he greets with false bravado. “Do you need something with my girlfriend?” 
“Oikawa,” Ushijima says in his calm voice, and nothing else. 
Nothing else? Okay, he was used to carrying the conversation with this brick wall of a man anyway. “Ready to lose today?”
Ushijima’s head cocks to the side, “Who, me?” 
Oikawa’s eyes twitch. “Do you see anyone else here? There’s no way I’d lose with my girlfriend cheering me on.” 
Ushijima’s eyebrows raise. “Girlfriend?” he questions, looking at you. 
“Yes,” Oikawa asserts. He doesn’t like the look Ushijima is giving you. Like he knows something, knows you. 
“Wakatoshi,” you start. 
First name basis? 
Oikawa’s uncomprehending but there’s no time for explanations because Coach Washijo is calling Ushijima and Iwaizumi is calling him. You give both him and Ushijima a little wave and say nothing else as you return to the stands. 
Seijoh wins with Ushiwaka sitting out for 2 of the 3 sets played. You had cheered for him as promised. After the match, his teammates give him a hard smack in the back, Iwa-chan adding a glare and warning to stay focused regardless of official or practice match next time.
As you’ve been doing every evening since you started fake dating, you wait for Oikawa outside of the gym to walk home together. However, unlike any other day, Oikawa does not wound his arm around your shoulder nor does he clasp his hands in yours. He puts a respectable 2-feet distance between the two of you. Adrenaline from the game subsiding, thoughts of you and Ushijima surface again. 
“Oikawa?” you peer at him. “What’s wrong?” 
“What is your relationship with Ushiwaka?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “You call him by his first name.” So much for that. 
“Wakatoshi is a friend I grew up with. My parents are friends with his.” You’re casual, as if there is nothing more to the story. 
“And he always lets you interrupt his warm ups to talk to him?” his voice heavy with implication. 
Your quick replies come to a halt. The pause is heavy and awkward, but this time, when you respond, you meet his eyes evenly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
Oikawa shrinks at your narrowed eyes. “Nothing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t know if he wants to hear the answer anyway. “Thanks for coming today,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you on Monday then.” 
You allow him to lean in and give you your usual peck that comes with any goodbye with Oikawa, today on the cheek. “Bye, Oikawa.” 
--
On Monday, he updates Iwaizumi with all the details. Predictably, Iwa-chan slaps the back of his head. 
“Oww! Why did you do that?” 
“Why does who she’s friends with matter to you?” Iwaizumi starts walking away but pauses to crane his head back to level Oikawa with a stare. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Figure it out yourself, idiot.” 
Oikawa’s left rubbing the back of his head.
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Mattsun and Makki are next. 
“Well, just think about it,” Makki says. 
“Why does it bother you so much that Ushiwaka is involved with her?” Mattsun finishes. 
“Well, she’s my-”
“Fake girlfriend.” Mattsun interrupts. 
“Fake.” Makki echoes. 
“Fake.” Mattsun nods. 
--
Oikawa reminisces about the first time you called him Toru. It had been the first time the two of you had walked home together after you had started fake dating and Oikawa had thought that you would start calling him Toru all the time.
You didn’t. Even though you call Ushijima by his first name. 
Contrary to Iwa-chan’s constant labeling, Oikawa isn’t an idiot. He knows that this jealousy and greed for more of you – your time, your attention, your affection – all point to one thing. He is self-diagnosing lovesickness. He has a crush on you. 
Logical next steps would be for Oikawa to take full advantage of all the alone time he gets to spend with you as your fake boyfriend, sweep you off your feet, seduce you, the works. Not that he hasn’t already been doing that. 
Luckily, as your fake boyfriend, a big perk is that it’s literally in Oikawa’s job description to scare potential suitors away. Not that it was hard with how popular and good-looking he is, if he does say so himself. 
However, tricking your childhood friend proved more difficult than he had hoped. In fact, it seemed the two of you didn’t have to, because the next time he sees you and Ushijima, somehow your childhood friend seems to already know. 
It’s later that night when Oikawa decides he wants to go on a late night convenience store run for some ice cream with you. You had responded, jokingly, “Fake boyfriends don’t ask me out on dates.” 
“Who said it was a date?” 
You laughed and agreed. 
So he meets you at your front door, dreaming of skipping to the store, swinging hands with you, and looking forward to an ice-cream induced sugar rush. Those dreams are quickly dashed when your front door swings open with a guilty looking you. 
“I’m sorry, Oikawa,” you start but before you can elaborate, your front door opens again to reveal Ushijima. You turn your head back and nod lightly in Ushijima’s direction, as if that explains the situation. 
“Oikawa,” Ushijima greets, his usual stoic mask unchanging. 
Oikawa turns his cheek at him and ignores the greeting. He leans in conspiratorially with a hand over his palm and whispers obnoxiously, “what’s he doing here?” 
You slap his hand away and turn to Ushijima. “Wakatoshi, I don’t need a chaperone. You can just go home.” 
“Your parents asked me to accompany you to the store if you wanted to go.” 
“Oikawa can take me.” 
“Your parents asked me,” he says simply.
You apologize to Oikawa for Ushijima’s bullheadedness, and he knows you intend to assuage him, but all he can think about is why on earth are you apologizing for Ushijima? But all he does is nod and make towards the convenience store. When you fall into step with him, he does not skip with you and swing your hands. He also doesn't think he's going to be feeling any sort of sugar rush anymore, mood soured. 
Oikawa can’t help but drop a comment as the three of you are walking home. “Kind of insensitive of you to be third-wheeling a date, don’t you think?” 
Ushijima’s eyes flip over to you. “I didn’t realize you needed to be on the job during the weekends too.” 
Oikawa’s smile drops. On the job? He turns around to face you, watching your face carefully as you flash Ushijima a sheepish smile, eyes flickering between the two captains. 
“Don’t call it a job, Wakatoshi.” 
Oikawa’s stomach twists when he hears you call him by his first name again. 
Ushijima ignores your comment and turns to Oikawa. “I’ll walk her home. You can go home.” 
You shake your head at him. “No, Wakatoshi. Oikawa will walk me home. I’ll see you later.” 
Surprisingly, Ushijima concedes and listens to you. “Bye, Wakatoshi,” you say. 
The two of you watch Ushijima’s back recede further and further and don’t say anything even when he’s long gone. You start walking in the direction of your home, but Oikawa takes hold of your wrist. 
“You told him?” 
“Who? Told what?” 
Oikawa levels you with a hard look that you’re not used to. 
“No!” you deny. You’re avoiding eye contact.
“Then how does he know?” He can’t help the accusatory tone slipping into his voice. He’s scared that if he isn’t on the offensive, he’ll let the hurt slip out. 
“Well, I… You know I’m a bad liar! He just… found out!” 
You wait, maybe for Oikawa to laugh it off and tell you it’s okay as he normally would, but he doesn’t. 
“It’ll be okay,” you explain. “Wakatoshi doesn’t go to our school and even if he does, he would never talk about other people's problems.” 
There’s a lot Oikawa wants to ask. Like why you’re vouching for him, why you call him Wakatoshi, when he’s just “Oikawa.” But instead, he just nods robotically and you seem relieved that he doesn’t seem mad. When you arrive at your front door, Oikawa stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for you to go. You don’t, but he doesn’t know what to say. Maybe he’s the only one feeling this thick tension and awkwardness in the silence. He opts for a quick goodbye but before he can walk off, you grab his arm and yank him back. 
“Oikawa,” you say. 
“What? You might as well have pulled my whole arm off! I need my arms, you know,” he jokes.
“Toru.” Your eyes are steady looking at him. “What’s wrong?” 
Oikawa’s smile drops and he breaks eye contact first. He can only look at the floor while he thinks about what he can say. 
“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, but I’m your friend right? We may not be really dating, but I still want to be there for you if you’re having a hard time.” 
Silence. 
“Is it Wakatoshi? I know you don’t like him but-” 
“Do you?”
You blink. “Do I what?” 
“Do you like him?” 
“No!” you exclaim, taken aback. “Where did that come from?” 
“You call him by his first name.” 
“Well, yes. We’ve known each other since we were children, though! There’s no special meaning.” 
Deep breath. 
“So when you call me by my first name, is there special meaning? We’re not childhood friends.” 
Your eyes widen like saucers and you’re the first to break eye contact, face to the floor. 
There’s a long pause and he feels stupid for even asking, for hoping. Oikawa sighs and takes a gaping step back, away from you. “Forget I said anything.” 
“What if it did,” you whisper. So quietly, Oikawa almost missed it. And he would’ve, if he isn’t in a constant state of hanging onto every word you say, every sign you give. 
You meet his eyes, and repeat, “what if it does?” 
Oikawa isn’t processing this information quick enough, but he can already feel his hopes welling up to fill his chest. He’s so scared that he might be misreading the situation, fitting meaning into your words. “When I say special meaning, it means special.” He says dumbly. He emphasizes the word special, in hopes that you would understand the entire slew of suppressed feelings in that one word. 
“I do understand,” you say simply. 
It was a feeling akin to when it was simultaneously his service point and match point. The simplicity in which you delivered your meaning left no choice but to flood his chest with hope. He doesn’t even realize that he has a massive smile plastered on until you’re mirroring his expression. He waits no longer in stepping into your space, fingers intertwining with yours. He gives you your usual parting kiss, on the forehead, and lingers a few moments longer. 
“Good night, then, girlfriend.” Even if you can’t see his face because of how close he is to you, he makes sure you can feel the curve of his grin and every word whispered against your temple. 
He’s feeling good, satisfied, as he turns around to make his own way home (to squeal and roll around in glee in private), when you grab his arm once again. 
Shameless, he gloats, “still haven’t had enough? I’m happy to-” 
In true fashion, you humble him by pressing your lips against his, effectively shutting him up and wiping the smirk off his face. When you pull away, he chases your lips, eyes still closed. You giggle, give him one more gentle peck, and skip inside, leaving him there, red as a tomato.
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scarfwrites · 11 months
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Fake Dating
❅Genre : Fluff  / Crack , Angst
❅Pairings: Iwaizumi x Reader 
                     Tsukishima x Reader
                     Kuroo x Reader 
❅Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating but not the reader, vulgar language, a lotta crack cuz it's the seijoh 4, sexual because tumblr said so
❅Word Count: 10,395
❅A/N: OKAY THE IWAIZUMI ONE MIGHT BE VERY SELF INDULGENT BUT I CAN’T HELP IT I LOVE HIM
I also cried writing his 
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Iwaizumi
“Make sure you don’t miss that spike! Y/N-chan’s watching~~” Oikawa teased as Iwaizumi looked over to you almost missing his spike making the third years laugh
“YOU ALMOST MISSED!” Makki teasingly yelled from across the court
“Aww, Iwa-chan I didn’t know you wanted to impress Y/N-chan that badly!” Oikawa laughed loudly but soon stopped once a very angry Iwaizumi glaring at him
“I swear I’ll fucking kill you if you do that again” Iwaizumi threatened making the setter gulp
“Luckily Iwaizumi won’t do that in front of Y/N” Kindaichi whispered to the other lower years
“Alright Let’s all take a water break!” Matsun yelled holding a bunch of water bottles
The whole team expected you to greet them with your usual lunches that you’d prepare for all of them. But instead, they were greeted with a very bummed-looking Y/N watching their phone.
“Looks like they didn’t see what happened earlier, lucky you” Makki teased as Iwaizumi looked at him with annoyance
“Yahoo Y/N-chan! I hope you have your lunches you pack they’re delicious!” Oikawa exclaimed happily getting zero response from you
“They look really distracted  with their phone” Yahaba pointed out as he drank from his water bottle
“Hello? Earth to Y/N!” Oikawa yelled waving a hand in front of your face
“Huh? Oh are you all done?” you asked as everyone gave you weird looks
“We’re having a water break” Matsun said sitting down
“Yeah and where are those lunches you usually pack” Oikawa asked as you looked through your bag
“Here they are” you spoke sadly as you gave Oikawa your packed lunch making everyone concerned
“Thanks! I was starving!” Oikawa said in relief as Iwaizumi smacked the back of his head
“Nevermind that,  is something wrong?” Iwaizumi asked sitting next to you
“Yeah where's that happy-go-lucky Y/N we all love” Makki said as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders
“Sorry, It’s just I’ve got a family gathering in a few days” you folded your arms laying your head on them
“That doesn’t sound that bad” Watari said confused
“No no you don’t get it” you sighed “Every year we have a big family gathering and I always get asked if I have a boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever” you continued
“Well, do you?” Oikawa asked curiously as he ate 
“No, and that's the problem” you sigh in frustration “If I show up there without one they’re gonna hook me up with some egotistical dunce face and if that doesn’t work out they’ll send another one” you scowled
“Yeesh sounds stupid” Matsun patted your back
“Yeah all because ‘I’m currently the only person in the family without a partner and they don’t want me to die like an old maid’” you mocked sarcastically
“Well, why don’t you hire a s/o? Can’t you rent a s/o here?” Oikawa suggested
“That’s too expensive I have nowhere near enough to rent one” you sighed
“Why don’t you follow Oikawa’s idea and get a fake one?” Makki 
“Yeah! Someone handsome and irresistible like me!” Oikawa smirked making everyone groan
“No they already know that I’d never date anyone like you” you chuckled at Oikawa’s pouty face
“Yeah you both wouldn’t be able to keep that up, he can’t even keep a real one” Makki mocked making the setter even poutier causing you all to laugh more
“Fine, what kinda boyfriend would convince them” Oikawa irritatedly asked
“Well definitely not someone as goofy as Makki” you thought out loud 
"I’ll take that as a compliment" Makki smiled
“I guess someone responsible, kind, and not a flirt?” You suggested as Oikawa grinned smugly
“Oh, I think I have the perfect guy!” Oikawa smirked victoriously
“Huh who?” You asked befuddled
“He’s sitting right beside you” Oikawa said mischievously as you looked at Iwaizumi 
“Oh yeah! Hajime fits their view of a perfect s/o” you smiled as Iwaizumi began to blush
“Yeah plus you’re both pretty close, it shouldn’t be that hard” Matsun gave a suggestive look to the blushing ace
“I-I mean I don’t really mind if you really want… or need one” Iwaizumi said nervously hiding his face
“Yeah! We’re close buddies which will make it so much easier and less awkward!” You jumped in joy
“Oh but we gotta make it convincing! Tomorrow let’s go out and do whatever the heck couples do!” You suggested
“And we can help with that” Makki interjected as Oikawa and Matsun nodded
“Alright, I’ll see you later then!” You happily ran out of the gym
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU THREE” Iwaizumi yelled furiously as the lower years hold him down
“Before you try to kill us at least you’ve basically got to experience what’s like to be with Y/N” Oikawa defended making Iwaizumi scoff
“I know you did that on purpose” Iwaizumi said angrily 
“Like our flat captain said at least you’re gonna go on a date with Y/N” Makki reaffirmed “And with the ideas I have in mind they’ll be head over heels for you” Makki smiled mischievously
After school Makki and Oikawa told you their ridiculous ideas which you mostly ignored. Thankfully the days before the party was the weekends so you both had enough time to make your fake relationship as real as possible. You both decided that the park and the mall would be the best places for fake dates.
“Did you listen to anything they said yesterday?” you asked looking at Iwaizumi
“No, all their ideas were stupid” Iwaizumi scoffed making you chuckle
“Well some of them were good, but after a while, it got stupider and stupider” you said while you both walked to the park
“What do you wanna do first?” He asked
“Well I was thinking we could have like a picnic here for lunch, then do whatever they suggested in the mall” you explained as he nodded
“Well we could start with taking pictures over there” Iwaizumi pointed to the cherry blossom tree which had leaves falling out
“Yeah! That’s a great idea!” You said excitedly as you ran towards the tree
Iwaizumi took pictures of you playing around with the petals that fell off the tree. He had to admit seeing you act like a child looked pretty cute.
“Hajime! You need to be in the pictures too y'know!” You called out as he walked towards you
“Right I forgot sorry” he chuckled “I couldn’t help it though, you looked like a child playing with the petals” he said making you blush
“I guess cherry blossoms make me feel like a child again” you both laughed
You then took a picture of you both laughing in the pile of petals you were both in 
“This is the perfect place for the picnic!” You said as you grabbed the picnic mat from your bag
“You seem pretty excited about all of this despite being all fake” Iwaizumi chuckled as he set the food on the mat
“It’s cuz I like hanging out with you” You smiled brightly as Iwaizumi blushed “I don’t spend as much time with you as I do with the others” you grab the sandwiches you made giving him one
“Yeah… I guess we don’t” he smiled quietly as he ate his sandwich
He hated to admit it but Oikawa and Makki were right. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to indulge the experience of dating you even if it is fake. His thoughts were interrupted as he saw you staring at him.
“Is there something on my face” he spoke as you blinked
“Yeah you’ve this on top of your head” you giggled as you take the flower of his head
“Why don’t you keep it” he suggested taking the flower from your hand as you tilt your head in confusion “You can keep it right up here” he placed the flower in your hair on top of your ear making you blush
“Oh! Like a memory to this day!” You smiled as he nodded
After your little picnic, you both went to the closest mall to do the other things they suggested and later have dinner. But first, you needed to do a little shopping.
“Y/N aren’t we supposed to take pictures to make this thing look real? Why are we shopping?” Iwaizumi gave a half confused half annoyed look
“We need matching outfits for the party! Or wait maybe opposite outfits- outfits! We need outfits for the party!” You explain as you look through the clothing store as he sighed
“I’m guessing this is a formal party?” Iwaizumi said as you threw more possible outfit choices on the cart
“Kinda? It’s always semi-casual and semi-formal but we still need something presentable!” you exclaimed as you put more possible outfits on the cart
“Before we go and look for more why don’t we try some on” Iwaizumi suggested as he emphasized the full cart
You both tried the countless outfits you chose. You have now just realized how many clothes you put in the cart. Luckily you and Iwaizumi could easily sort them since most of them were either too formal or too casual.
“It looks like you mindlessly threw a bunch of clothes in the cart” Iwaizumi said as he looked through the pile of clothes
“Sorry” you smiled nervously “This is the only time we have a gathering so it’s kinda important for my family” you explained as you look through more of the clothes
“You miss them too, right?” Iwaizumi asked as you nod
“Yeah of course! But that’s only after the millions of awkward questions they give me” you sighed
“I see…” Iwaizumi spoke softly
“I FOUND THE PERFECT ONE” you said holding the two pairs of clothes as Iwaizumi sighed in relief
After trying it out you both decided it was definitely the perfect outfit to wear at the gathering. You took the opportunity to take a picture of Iwaizumi carrying the bag since you thought it was very gentleman-like. After eating dinner you both decided to go home.
“Thanks for today Hajime” you smiled as you both walked  “I’m glad we got the day to spend more time together ignoring the reason why” you chuckled making Iwaizumi blush
“No problem it was fun” Iwaizumi smiled as you both walk by the ice cream store
“Oh! Can we go get ice cream” you said excitedly as he chuckled at your adorableness
“Sure my treat” Iwaizumi offered as you smile brightly in excitement
Before you enter the store you both see a little boy gazing at the store
“Mommy, can we go get an ice cream?” The little boy pulled his mother’s arm
“Maybe next time” his mother said making the child pout
“You always say that” the boy sniffed sadly making your heartache “I’m sorry we just can’t afford it” his mother explained as she wiped his tears
You see Iwaizumi walk over to the boy
“Hey little guy you really want an ice cream?” he asked to which the boy nodded
“Oh you don’t have to!” the mother looked at Iwaizumi in embarrassment
“It’s fine ma’am I insist” he smiled “Why don’t you go pick one in the store” Iwaizumi opened the door as the boy jumped in excitement yelling “Yay!” as he went in
“I can’t choose” the boy said as he went up to you “Excuse me miss can you help me?” the boy asked
“Sure! But there’s a lot of cool ones so even for me it's hard to choose” you put your hand on your chin “you could go with this one! Oh but this one’s also good” Iwaizumi chuckled at your indecisiveness
After helping the boy choose you walked out of the store to say goodbye
“What do you say to the kind man and his girlfriend/boyfriend?” The boy's mother asked making you both blush profusely
“Thank you!” The boy gave a toothy smile as you both smiled back
“No problem” Iwaizumi motioned a high-five to the boy as he excitedly did
“Goodbye!” The boy said as they both left
“You know that kid reminds me of you when we were in middle school” Iwaizumi smiled softly 
“Is that why you decided to give him a free ice cream” you teased making him blush
“N-no you used to whine all the time when you didn’t have the money to buy an ice cream until I gave you mine” Iwaizumi looked away in annoyance as you giggled
“I know, thank you for all your ice creams” you smiled
The next day you reviewed the possible questions your family might ask Iwaizumi. After a few more fake dates it was time for the gathering. You both wore the outfits you chose and hopped in an Uber to the family gathering. As you arrived a wave of nervousness hit you.
“Nervous?” Iwaizumi looked over to you as you nod making him chuckle “It’s okay I’m always here” he held your hand making you blush 
“I’m ready” you took a breath as Iwaizumi opens the door for you revealing  that you both were the last ones to arrive
CRAP! WE’RE LATE you nervously panic seeing everyone looking at the two of you but you begin to calm down once you feel him firmly holding your hand. You see your mom waving for your corresponding seats so you both walk over to the table.
“Y/N we were so worried you wouldn’t come” your mother said as she patted down to the two empty seats
“Oh, are we late?” You asked nervously
“No no, everyone just got here early, surprisingly” she said “You’re both right on time, take a seat!” Your mom pats the empty seat again
“Oh right sorry!” Iwaizumi moves the chair for you as you mouth a thank you to which he smiled in response
“What a gentleman” your brother teased sarcastically which you respond with a glare
“Haven’t I seen you before?” Your mother asked 
“I’m part of the volleyball team in the school Y/N goes to and we’ve been on local TV a few times” Iwaizumi explained
“A gentleman and he’s sporty! Didn’t think Y/N was capable of catching such a fish!”  your brother snickered as you roll your eyes
“Where’s dad?” you looked around
“He’s talking to some of our uncles over there” your sister pointed at the wine section
“Right, dad hasn’t even met your boyfriend he’s definitely gonna ask millions of questions” your brother mischievously smiled making Iwaizumi nervous “So while he’s gone why don’t we ask some first” your brother sneered as he put his hands on his chin
“If you don’t mind I’d love to see some pictures of you both together” your mother requested as you gave your phone
That’s why they wanted to do all those fake dates Iwaizumi thought as your mother looks through your phone
“Oh Y/N is this your boyfriend?” Your aunt said excitedly as she walked over to your mom looking through your camera roll
“You finally got a boyfriend? Looks like we were all wrong about you growing into an old maid” your cousin teased making your brother laugh
“Awww you both look so cute!” your aunt squealed making you both blush profusely
After you and Iwaizumi answered the millions of questions from everyone you saw your dad walk over to the table making you extremely nervous. As he sat down he looked over to you and your “boyfriend.” The awkwardness made your brother silently chuckle as you sent a harsh glare to him.
“We should go now” your aunt and cousins zoomed away
“Is this the guy you were talking about when you asked to prepare at your boyfriend’s house?” Your father asked sternly
“Y-Yeah” you replied nervously
“You’re the same age as Y/N? Same school as Y/N? Excellent grades? No school violations?” Your father berated Iwaizumi with questions 
“F/N you’re scaring them” your mother lightly scolded 
“You were the one who wanted them to get a s/o which I didn’t agree with” your father reminded as your mother sighed
“Correction everyone but you wanted Y/N to get a s/o” your brother interjected
“And? I won’t let them end up like you with your… flings” your father scowled in disgust as your brother rolled his eyes
“F/N he’s a genuinely great kid, honest, polite, kind, responsible, and all of that!” Your mother defended “As long as you put your faith in them our child is in good hands” your mother smiled to both of you which eased your nerves
“Alright…” your father huffed “I’ll trust the both of you” your father sighed as he ate making you sigh quietly in relief
After the party was over you were relieved from all that stress. It wasn’t so bad after your mom defended you but you won’t admit you were famished. You decided to personally thank your mom before you left
“Thanks, Mom” you smiled pulling her for a tight hug
“No need to thank me” your mom smiled back and gave Iwaizumi a nod of approval 
“Where’s my hug and thanks? I defended you too y’know” your brother crossed your arms
“Thanks too I guess” you hugged him 
“But we should get going, bye!” You waved as they did the same
“For a fake relationship your father sure made it feel like a real one” Iwaizumi chuckled as you both walk outside
Right, it’s all fake you thought to yourself making your heartache
“Sorry to make you go through all that you really didn’t have to” you spoke quietly
“Y/N you don’t need to worry I’d never hesitate in doing this again” Iwaizumi smiled weakly as your heart skipped a beat
“Why?” you asked frowning at the thought that he’d do anything for you even if it ended him in getting into conflict
“Because…” he stopped
“Because what?” You asked looking to him
“We’re friends” he smiled as you felt an intense wave of sorrow and hurt though you managed to smile back weakly
You turned around to walk away but you soon stopped at the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice
“I don’t want us to just be that” he continued making your eyes widen as your heart starts beating fast
“I did all this because I care about you a lot… more than a friend even” you turned around to see Iwaizumi starting to tear up
“I know it was all fake but I enjoyed every second… It may be selfish of me but… I don’t want it to end” Iwaizumi spoke his voice was shaky as he tried to hold his tears back 
“I love you Y/N… I don’t want to let you go” tears poured from Iwaizumi’s cheeks as you embraced him tightly shocking him 
“Don’t worry” you spoke softly “I don’t wanna let go either” he looked at you with shock as you gave him a sweet smile
“Can we continue it for real this time?” You asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead
“I’d love to” he smiled
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Tsukishima
You've always been surrounded by your fans everywhere you went. School was no exception. During break, every student would try to sit with you and if there were partnerships or group projects you'd always be the first to be asked. You really didn't mind as you appreciated all the support and this was the price to pay when you made the biggest hits in Japan. The only thing you particularly minded was when you have over-the-top obsessed fans or stalkers. Luckily in public, you could easily avoid them however this one obsessed fan was unfortunately in your school. Still, it wouldn't be that hard with the mass amount of students at the school but unfortunately, you shared one class with this “fan”.
“Good morning class. Just like last semester I'm going to change your seating arrangement again” your teacher said as you start to worry
She then guides your classmates one by one to their seats as you were left last
“And Y/N over there” she pointed to the empty chair next to Yuta making you pale as white
“You've got to be kidding me” you panicked internally as you went to your seat and sat down
“Hey Y/N” he smiled innocently
“Hey…” you awkwardly smile back
“Looks like we'll be seat buddies” you swore you can hear the sly smile from his voice
“Yeah cool!” you smiled hoping he would drop the conversation
“Yeah! Especially since math isn't your strongest subject right?” He continued
“I can manage” you said with slight coldness in your voice
“Well if you need help I'm right next to you” he smiled finally ending the conversation between the both of you
You felt the life draining out of you during that class. Yuta kept trying to make conversation with you. You were sure he could take the hint and was just talking to you because he could. Luckily during break, you could easily get away from him.
“Hey Y/N over here!” Hinata waved excitedly as you went over to him
“Hey guys” you waved as you sat down
“Is something wrong you looked bummed out” Suga asked with concern
“Well y'know that fan in our school that constantly stalks me” you sighed playing with your food
“You mean your whole fan club” Tsuki rolled his eyes
“No not that one you glared the one that's like a whole different level of creepiness” you explained
“WHAT! THAT CREEP?!” Noya gasped in disgust
“Yeah, we're seatmates now woohoo!” You said sarcastically 
“Can't you ask your teacher to switch?” Asahi asked
“Unfortunately no he's very reputable in the school they're not gonna believe me” you laid your face on the table 
“It's okay Y/N you can get through this!” Hinata encouraged
“Thank you” you hugged him as he returns the hug
“It's a shame math is the only subject none of us share with you” Yamaguchi said sadly
“And it's the only subject they share with him” Kageyama lightly scoffed making you even more bummed out
“I'll get through this!” You tried encouraging yourself
“Stop lying to yourself it makes you more pathetic than you already are” Tsukishima rolled his eyes as you sent a glare
“Looks like it’s gonna be another glare war” Asahi chuckled
“This is gonna be a long day” Daichi sighed in annoyance
After a few more peaceful classes it was time to go home. You thought you would have a peaceful walk home but you were very wrong. As you went to the gate you saw a putrid familiar face waiting for you by the gate.
“Hey Y/N!” Yuta waved as you tried walking past him only for him to walk right next to you
“Hey… Do you need something?” You asked quickly getting annoyed
“I was thinking why don’t we walk home together” he suggested slyly smiling
“It’s okay I’m comfortable going myself” you smiled fakely wanting to punch the grin on his face
“Are you sure? You’re pretty big around here and you won’t be safe getting chased by a mob of fans” he asked with concern as he walked in front of you
Do I even have a choice at this point you thought
“It’s really okay I-” you tried explaining getting quickly interrupted by a hand on your shoulder
“If you’re so concerned about her wellbeing I’ll go with her” Tsukishima nonchalantly said
“Oh! Tsukishima!” You gasped in surprise
“I don’t know, I've only seen you two fighting all the time… Are you sure you aren’t just gonna laugh while they get chased” Yuta narrowed his eyes
“You flatter me” Tsukishima faked a chuckle “Are you giving them a choice to walk with you or are you forcing them to go with you” Tsukishima glared intensely 
“No no, it’s not like that! It’s Y/N’s choice after all” Yuta smiled looking at you as you felt his aura of anger seeth around him
“Thank you for the offer but… We have stuff to do” Yuta gives you a look of confusion as you look at Tsukishima for an excuse as he rolled his eyes
“You’ve already forgotten our homework? Typical Y/N” Tsukishima scoffed in annoyance as you try to hide the urge to smack him
“Yeah! And we're doing it at his house” you smiled innocently
“Alright then stay safe…” Yuta walked away as you sigh in relief
“Jeez, can't you take care of anything yourself? Just say no” Tsukishima crossed his arms
“You said it yourself earlier he wasn’t giving me a choice” you glared harshly as he rolled his eyes
“Whatever” he scoffed “Let’s go before that idiot comes back” he said walking ahead
“Huh? You’re walking me home” you look at him with a very confused face
“Yeah you dumbass we actually have homework” he face palmed as you scoff
“Would it kill you to be nicer” you crossed your arms as you walked
“I’m sorry did I hurt the princess’ feelings?” Tsukishima smiled sarcastically as you glared
“Maybe walking with him would be much better than you” you quietly said
“Huh? Did the pipsqueak say something?” He teased
“I said nothing!” You scowled grumpily
“That’s what I thought” Tsukishima smugly smiled as you both walk outside the school gates
“Thanks again, I mean it” you smiled softly which made Tsukishima blush slightly
“Yeah whatever” he shrugs off as you both walk home
The next day as you arrive at school you are greeted with a tight hug by Hinata while Kageyama chases after him.
“Hi Y/N!” Hinata looked up to you excitedly
“You seem pretty excited” you smiled back
“I’m always excited for volleyball!” Hinata jumped in joy
“HEY! DON’T RUN OFF LIKE THAT!” Kageyama said breathlessly
“I heard from Yamaguchi that you walked home with Tsukishima! What’s up with that?” Hinata asked you curiously ignoring the other fellow
“Oh it’s because Yuta was offering to walk home with me… Actually forcing me is a better term” you sighed
“That guy never knows when to quit!” Hinata pouted making you aww at his adorableness
“At Least Tsukishima was there” Hinata sighed in annoyance
“Yeah… he was good company” you smiled 
“You should file a restraining order on that guy” Kageyama suggested
“I think that’s a bit too much” you chuckled awkwardly
“What are you gonna do about him he doesn’t sound like he’s gonna stop” Kageyama crossed his arms worriedly 
“I’ll go after him and beat him up!” Hinata exclaimed getting into a fighting position making you smile
“Thank you Hinata but I’m sure there’s another way to resolve this without any violence or getting the authorities involved” you ruffled his hair as Hinata put his hand on his chin
“I guess you’re gonna have to deal with that until you figure out a solution” Kageyama sighed
“I’VE GOT AN IDEA!” Hinata thought out loud 
“No” Tsukishima stated coldly
“Come on! It’s the only solution!” Hinata pouted angrily
“Out of everyone you think of, you pick me? Even the thought of pretending to be with her repulses me” Tsukishima scoffed
“You sure picked a nasty one” you rolled your eyes
“Exactly! He’s grumpy, nasty, and intimidating! It will definitely scare off all the creeps!” Hinata triumphantly said hoping you’d both be convinced
“I mean if it will keep him away…” you looked at Tsukishima
“The final answer is no. If you excuse me I have to get to class” Tsukishima walked away annoyed as you sighed
“Wait! We share a class!” Hinata ran as he caught up with Tsukishima
“Don’t think I know what you’re doing” Tsukishima glared at the shorter fellow
“Doing what?” Hinata asked innocently
“I don’t like her end of story” Tsukishima scowled as he walked faster
“You sure do care too much even if you say you don’t” Hinata murmured as Tsukishima glared 
“This conversation is done” Tsukishima seethed coldly
“I’m just saying who knows maybe if you both pretend to be together, maybe they’ll end up liking you back” Hinata suggested making a small smug grin as Tsukishima stops
You’ve finally reached the class you’ve been dreading to go to. As soon as you go in lo and behold he’s already there waiting, even patting the seat right next to him as if he saved it just for you. You took a deep breath before heading to your seat.
“You look troubled, something on your mind?” He asked 
You wish he would just stop being so hyper-friendly with you and shut up 
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just tired” you faked a yawn 
“Oh right! You must be exhausted from touring!” He chuckled at his idiocy making you sour
You, fortunately, got through the period and survived all his countless stupid questions. You rush quickly to get out but as you leave the door you get pulled by a familiar glasses wearer.
“Hey! Ever heard of a greeting!” You yell in annoyance as he continued to grab your hand ignoring whatever you said
“You’ll thank me later songbird” you frown at the nickname as Tsukishima drags you to a more secluded area
“What in the world do you want this time?” you asked in irritation as he lets go of your hand
“Is that guy still bothering you?” He asked ignoring your question
“Yuta? Yeah, wouldn’t stop berating me with questions” you rolled your eyes remembering the thought
“I’ll agree to that idiot’s plan” Tsukishima  crossed his arms coldly
“Huh, which plan?” You questioned innocently 
“For someone who has high grades you sure are stupid and forgetful” he smirked sarcastically as you glare  “The fake dating thing idiot” He scoffed
“Really? Thank you!” You hug him tightly as he blushes madly “I don't think I could take his stalking anymore!” You tightened your hug even more as he tried pushing you away
“Maybe ask before you hug me?” Tsukishima grimaced as you let go
“Oh sorry!” You scratched the back of your neck blushing
Later that day others offered to help you make the plan as real as possible. A lot of arguing mostly between you and Tsukishima refusing to do “things that normal couples do”. 
“Please complimenting her every minute is the last thing I’d do” Tsukishima scoffed
“Yeah that’s really cheesy” you rolled your eyes
“You guys said you wanted to trick him! You're gonna have to make cheesy sacrifices” Tanaka crossed his arms as the two of you sigh in annoyance
“The final step is kissing!” Hinata said excitedly
“NO!” You both yelled in unison
“Awww c’mon! If you both don’t wanna do anything we mention kissing would be more than enough” Hinata soured
“Don’t you think for fake dating that’s a bit too much” you reasoned out
“Y/N’s right kissing is overstepping it” Suga agreed as Hinata pouted and crossed his arms
“Then you’re gonna have to do everything else we’ve mentioned!” Noya smiled as you both sighed
The very next day you decided to take your plan into action
“When you both walk into school, hold hands!” Noya instructed as you sulk
“GO! GO! GO!” Noya shouted pushing the both of you into the school gates
Tsukishima nervously puts his hand on yours. His face goes beet red from getting to hold your hand.
“Your hand feels nice…” you smiled sweetly as his blush grows 
“W-what the hell do you mean by that?” Tsukishima asked nervously
“Oh, I thought it would be salty and sour” you giggled as scoffed “But it’s soft… I like it” you smiled softly 
“Your hand feels nice too… I guess” Tsukishima complimented
“Looks like we got the hand holding and complimenting down” you punch a fist in the air and smile, an action that Tsukishima couldn’t help but find cute
Your excitement comes to a close as you realize everyone in the hallway was watching you surprised at the both of you holding hands and having a normal conversation instead of arguing every five minutes
“Right! I forgot everyone in school’s gonna talk about this” you gulp in nervousness
“Not just the school, the whole of Japan” Tsukishima stated nonchalantly making you more nervous
“I’m sorry you're probably gonna get dragged around by the media after this” you said quietly playing with your hands
“Don’t worry it’ll be fine unlike you I can tell them to fuck off” Tsukishima smirked sarcastically as you pout
“That’s because you're a certified jerkwad” you cross your arms 
“Well you’re gonna have to deal with it pipsqueak” he said as the smugness in his tone increasing
“Let’s just get to our first class!” You scowled as you both walk into your first class
You did everything the others instructed you to. You were sure Yuta saw what you both did since he never leaves you alone at school. The gossip between you two was the only thing the school would talk about. Your next class was the dreaded Math class. You were nervous as you didn’t know what to expect when you sat next to Yuta. Taking a deep breath you went in and sat next to him. 
As expected he didn't talk to you for most of the period which made you worry. Usually, he’d annoy you to death berating you with questions, trying to get on your good side in hopes of having a chance with you. Your thoughts were interrupted when your classmate behind you asked a question
“Heya Y/N! Got a question” the girl asked as you turned around
Sure ask away you responded
“Is it true you’re dating Tsukishima? I was so sure you hated him” she chuckled as you felt the anger seething out of Yuta
“Yeah doesn’t he treat you like garbage?” Yuta interjected coldly 
“Well he may be an annoying asshole but I kinda like that about him” you explain as the tint on your cheeks grows red “I guess he’s not good with showing how he really feels but… I know for sure he cares” you continue “Ohhh! I get it! You’re that kinda gal!” she lightly punched your arm as you giggled
“Yeah I guess so…” you murmured as you felt Yuta’s boiling anger but you chose to ignore it
The whole Math class felt like a breath of fresh air. You didn’t care if you just felt anger from your seatmate. You were finally free now from his stupid questions. After your class finishes you happily walked to lunch and sat next to your usual lunch buddies
“Someone’s in a really good mood” Yamaguchi smiled 
“Yuta left me alone the whole class!” You exclaimed in triumph as everyone sighs in relief
“See! Our plan was foolproof!” Tanaka and Noya said proudly in unison
“Yeah, if it hadn't I would’ve beaten you both to a pulp” Tsukishima scowled
“Alright Mr. Salty Pants you need to calm down” you patted his shoulder as he rolled his eyes
“Don’t call me that pipsqueak” Tsukishima brushed your hand off
“Giving each other nicknames? Are you sure you guys are still fake?” Hinata whispered mischievously as you both blush
“I’ll just return to my food” you brushed Hinata off and started eating as Tsukishima quietly did the same
“At least they aren’t arguing anymore” Daichi sighed in relief
As soon as school finishes you wait at the gate for Tsukishima to be done practicing. You take a long sigh of relief. Besides dealing with the media and school your “stalker” would finally leave you alone. Or so you thought.
"Y/N!" you hear a voice call out as you turned to face them only to be surprised by an angry Yuta walking towards you
"Yuta? I thought you’d be home" by now you spoke innocently as his anger grows
"Cut the innocent bullshit! I know you both aren’t a thing" Yuta yelled coldly as he grabbed you
"Huh? What’re you talking about?" you chuckled nervously trying to push him away
"It was all to make me leave you alone right? C’mon, you really think I was that stupid?" He snickered loudly as you begin to tear up in fear
“Aww don’t cry you’ve got your “boyfriend” to save you- Oh wait he’s not really your boyfriend” he continued to laugh though he soon stopped as you heard the sound of a blow to his face
“Don’t touch someone who’s off limits” Tsukishima scowled angrily as you rushed to hug him tightly
“Don’t make me laugh I know it isn’t real” Yuta said as he got up
“You’re just whiny because unlike you I got their attention” Tsukishima smirked smugly as he received a blow from Yuta
“Tsuki!” You rushed towards his aid as he brushes you off
“Don’t worry I’ve been wanting to kick his ass for a while” Tsukishima said as he got ready to punch him again
“Stop! You’re only gonna get hurt!” You cried out as Yuta slowly approaches the both of you only for a familiar tangerine to drop kick Yuta onto the ground
“I’ve waited forever to do that!” Hinata smiled victoriously as Yuta gets up and runs away
“YEAH RUN YOU COWARD” Hinata yelled 
“Where did you learn to do that?” You asked as he chuckled
“I’ve been practicing with Noya!” Hinata smiled as you ruffle his hair
“You should take Tsukishima to the nursing office. I'll head back and tell the others!” Hinata quickly said as he ran off
“You haven’t finished practice?” you look towards Tsukishima
“Yeah I needed to get something then I found you with him” Tsukishima explained
“Let’s just get you the nurse’s office” you said worriedly as you helped walk him to the nurse’s office
Luckily for the both of you the nurse’s office was empty which saved you both an explanation and or potential punishment. You ushered him to sit down as you grabbed the necessary items to treat his lip. 
“I’m sorry” you mumbled quietly as soon as you finished treating his lip
“What for?” Tsukishima asked holding the ice pack on his lip
“For all of this the fake dating and dragging you into this” you look down as the guilt builds up
“You really don’t have to apologize for that after all I agreed to do this” Tsukishima placed his hand on yours to comfort you
“But you ended up getting hurt because of me” you began to tear up
“It doesn’t matter if I get hurt” he wiped the tears from your cheeks “I would protect you no matter what, whether we're together for real or fake because… I care about you…” he confided pulling you into a tight embrace
“Thank you” hugged him back tightly “y'know… we don't have to keep calling it fake” you smiled 
“What do you-” he gave you a puzzled look as you interrupted hin
“We could do it for real if you want” you blushed shyly
“Yeah… I wouldn't mind that” he smiled
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Kuroo
You were in the middle of doing your homework when Bokuto dragged you to come with him to his li’l hangout session in the park with Kuroo.
“Why did I have to come again?” you asked slightly annoyed
“Because Akaashi didn’t want to come” Bokuto frowned, “He said he was busy or something” Bokuto childishly crossed his arms
“Well couldn’t you go there alone? I was in the middle of doing my homework” you pouted
“C’mon! Don’t you wanna spend time with your favorite big brother and his friend!” He tried convincing you with his sad frown
“You’re my only big brother” you narrowed your eyes as his face brightens up
“So you agree?” he smiled triumphantly as you sighed in amusement. You did need a little break anyways
“Well then you’re gonna have to convince Akaashi to help me with my homework as a thank you” you tried to compromise as he nodded his head excitedly
“YEAH! WE GET TO HANG OUT AGAIN!” Bokuto hugged you tightly making you smile at his adorableness
“Alright you goof we don’t wanna keep Kuroo waiting” you patted his back making him release the hug as you both turned to leave
“THERE’S AN ICE CREAM TRUCK OVER THERE!” Bokuto yelled excitedly pointing at the ice cream truck at the front of the park
“LET’S GO!” He dragged you with him running a thousand miles per hour
You both ran to the ice cream shop, terrifying the people on the way and the worker from how fast Bokuto ran. You both bought ice cream for yourselves and Kuroo (which you paid for).
“You owe me two favors now” you warned as Bokuto continued eating his ice cream
“Thank you!” He smiled adorably making you sigh
“Don’t think your adorableness is getting you out of what you owe me” you glared
“Where’s Kuroobro” Bokuto looked around for his black-haired friend but to no avail
“Did he say he was already here?” you asked as Bokuto nodded
“If he doesn’t show up do I owe you an extra favor” Bokuto spoke timidly as you nodded making him gulp
Ironically right after he said that Kuroo appeared out of nowhere looking like he just killed someone
“KUROOBRO!” Bokuto yelled putting his hands on the air in excitement as Kuroo shushes him
“Not the time right now!” Kuroo whispered loudly as you and Bokuto look at each other tilt your head in confusion
“What’s wrong?” Bokuto whispered quietly as Kuroo dragged you both somewhere private near the tree area
“Will you just tell us what’s happening you whispered angrily” as he sighed
“While I was walking around waiting for you guys I met my ex near a bench” Kuroo explained 
“Yeah and?” Bokuto asked naively as you elbowed his arm making him mutter an “ow!”
“Don’t you remember what happened Bo? You were the one who told me all this” you narrowed one eye as he looked at you dazed
“I kinda forgot about her” Bokuto shrugged as you and Kuroo both sigh
“Well my forgetful owl friend she’s still not over me and thinks we still have a chance even if i clearly showed that there is no chance whatsoever” Kuroo frowned 
“Has she been following you since?” You asked as he nodded frustratedly sighing in the process “Yeesh” you patted his back
“Well if you don’t wanna see her we can just stay here I mean we’re all here anyways Bokuto sat down in the grass Ice cream?” Bokuto offered the ice cream you bought for Kuroo as he sat down “Let’s figure something out tomorrow” you offered as he smiled “You both owe me one afterall” you smirked eating your ice cream as Kuroo looks at you with confusion
“What?” Kuroo looked at Bokuto as he gave him an awkward smile
The next day Kuroo couldn’t practice properly thinking about what happened yesterday. It wasn’t long till his team noticed his change in behavior.
“Hey Kuroo, is there something wrong you're acting very off today” Inuoka asked 
“Huh? Nothing’s wrong” Kuroo brushed off as he went to grab the ball
“Something is clearly wrong you aren’t playing properly” Yaku reprimanded as Kuroo rolled his eyes
“Nothing to be concerned about! Let’s get going!” Kuroo insisted
“For the last hour you haven’t practiced properly” Yaku glared “So tell us what’s wrong. Now” Yaku crossed his arms as Kuroo sighed deeply in response going over to the benches before he sat down
“When I went outside to hangout with Bokuto and Y/N, I met my ex” Kuroo explained quietly shocking everyone “Long story short, she’s not over me” Kuroo frowned
“Knowing her I wouldn’t be surprised if she enrolled here just to see you” Kenma spoke nonchalantly making Kuroo sweat
“That would be awkward especially if you have to share a class” Yamamoto added as Yaku elbowed him
“Let’s hope either of that doesn’t happen” Yaku sighed 
“She’d be near impossible to get away from then” Inuoka said worriedly 
“I would die if I saw her attending my games” Kuroo spoke deflated putting his hands on his head
“Let’s try to devise a plan after school we’ll have more time” Yaku suggested as he stood up “For now, you don’t have to force yourself to play in that kind of state” Yaku said empathetically
The whole practice Kuroo was moping around much to the dismay of his teammates. He thought the day wouldn’t get any worse until it was time for him to go home.
“Looks like I got through that pretty fine” Kuroo exclaimed proudly
“If acting mopey the whole practice was fine I don’t even want to know what would happen if you actually meet her” Yaku sighed
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen” Inuoka said worriedly
“Don’t worry I just have to make it to my house! She’s not gonna appear anytime soon” Kuroo walked towards the gate but was stopped by Kenma pulling him
“Huh? What was that for–” Kuroo gave Kenma a confused look but his face immediately froze when Kenma pointed in front of him
“I think you jinxed yourself” Lev gulped sheepishly
“Did she actually enroll here?” Yamamoto gasped quietly as Kuroo’s ex walks over to them
“CRAP SHE’S COMING” they all panic internally 
“Hey…” his ex said meekly making everyone sweat nervously
“What… what are you doing here” Kuroo slightly grimaced
“Oh i just… wanted to see how you were doing” she mumbled smiling awkwardly which slightly angered the team’s captain
“Didn’t I make it clear at the park already” Kuroo slightly snapped though remained composed as everyone looked at him
“Yeah! But…” she gets cut off by Kuroo’s sigh
“It’s over alright? Just leave me alone” Kuroo growing angry he quickly walked out of the gate while everyone followed him
During the walk home it was pure dead silence accompanied by the angry aura that radiated Kuroo. No one dared to ask if he was okay in fear of further pissing off the captain. The next day Kuroo along with Kenma went to the lockers before heading to class.
“Hey Kuroo sorry for not being to help you during that whole ordeal yesterday” Kenma apologized as he opened his locker
“Eh don’t worry about it” Kuroo shook his hand vertically “It’s not your fault she’s can’t take no for an answer” Kuroo sighed in annoyance as he opened his locker
The two boys then saw a letter inside the locker making them both groan
“You thinkin what I’m thinkin?” Kuroo gave a look of irritation getting a nod from Kenma as a response as he opened it
The letter contained a cringeworthy, half-assed apology going on and on and had endless paragraphs that the two boys didn’t even bother to read
“I’m not reading this shit” Kuroo crumpled the paper and threw it at a nearby trash can
“Looks like she really won’t leave you alone” Kenma stated nonchalantly making Kuroo sigh
“Yeah I need to break it to her delusional self fast” Kuroo huffed throwing his hands on his head in frustration
“Yeah you better get on that quickly” Kenma shook Kuroo’s shoulder and pointed into his classroom “Looks like she’s your new classmate” Kuroo’s eyes widened 
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Kuroo whined loudly
“Well good luck” Kenma waved goodbye as Kuroo nervously went inside the classroom
During the whole class Kuroo’s ex tried everything to try and talk to him. Even with Kuroo’s clear signs of rejecting her advances she still persisted. The whole ordeal lasted the whole class until he was finally able to get out to which he proceeded to go quickly to the gym.
“GUYS I NEED IDEAS NOW!” Kuroo yelled as he slammed the door open
“Yeah we heard from Kenma that you now share a class with her” Yaku sighed worriedly
“YEAH ON MY FAVORITE CLASS? THE ONLY ONE I’D ATTEND INSTEAD OF PRACTICING!” Kuroo moped and messed his hair in frustration
“Well you’re in luck!” A familiar booming voice was heard outside of the gym
“BOKUTO IS HERE TO SAVE HIS BRO!” Bokuto yelled excitedly as his other team went into the gym
“THANK YOU BRO” Kuroo went to the fellow ace and hugged him as his whole team sighed
“We’ll do that after our practice match” Akaashi reminded slightly deflating the both of them
After the two teams' practice match they decided to devise a plan once they headed to the bench. Kuroo took the time explaining what happened during his class.
“That girl is borderline obsessed with you” you gave a very creeped out face 
“I know right! No matter how many times you say no or make it clear to her stupid brain she doesn't get it!” Kuroo's words seethed anger
“You could expel her from the school!” Bokuto suggested proudly
“That'd only solve his problem in school but not everywhere else” Akaashi stated making Bokuto sigh in defeat
“Why don’t you get a s/o? She’ll probably leave you alone if she sees you with someone else” Kenma nonchalantly suggested as he played on his console
“That’s a great idea!” Kuroo smiled victoriously
“You still need to find someone who’s nice enough to help your sorry self” Yaku sassed as Kuroo responded with a harsh glare
“Y/N can do it!” Bokuto pointed as Kuroo blushed
“Huh? Why me?” you made a grossed out face
“Cuz he’s my best friend! And he needs saving!” Bokuto reasoned 
“That doesn’t answer my question” you crossed your arms
“Well… you're my sibling and you should help your big brother!” Bokuto responded as you narrowed your eyes
“I don’t think I have the time to have a relationship right now” you said making your brother frown
“It probably doesn’t have to be real” Kai put his hand on his chin “if you just make it believable enough to fool her that could work” your brother nodded to his statement 
“Please” he looked at you cutely “Can you did it for your big brother and his helpless best friend” he continued as Kuroo scowled
“I can’t say no to that face” you sigh in defeat as Bokuto jumps up
“Another victory for Bokuto Kotaro!” Bokuto jumped around excitedly
“Y/N would work after all Kuroo does–” Kenma said before his mouth was covered by Kuroo
“Because you're also my friend, yeah!” Kuroo awkwardly smiled as you looked at him weirdly
“Let's start tomorrow then so we can get this done” you spoke to which Kuroo nodded
“Looks like your dream come true with my sibling is coming true” Bokuto whispered teasingly smiling as Kuroo shushed him 
The next day after you finished school you headed to Kuroo’s school and waited outside the gate together with your brother.
“Bo you didn't have to come all the way here I can take care of myself” you said while you watched the students pass by
“Yeah but who would third wheel your date” Bokuto smiled mischievously It will make it more authentic he added
“You’re a really great friend to Kuroo” you smile which Bokuto returned with a big toothy one
“Heya guys!” Kuroo yelled from a distance as he ran over to the both of you “Shall we make Operation Get Rid Of My Ex a go?” Kuroo smirked as Bokuto nodded excitedly
‘This is gonna be so chaotic’ you thought
“Let’s go!” Bokuto grabbed all of you and you three were off
You went to a cozy cafe in Tokyo with a few people coming in and out
“Y’know for someone so obsessed with you it’s weird how she isn’t here yet” you spoke as you drank your coffee 
“What if she doesn’t come! That would make everything a waste!” Bokuto pouted “Well except the food” he said in annoyance as he ate his croissant 
“There’s no way she wouldn't know I was talking about it pretty loudly during lunch” Kuroo explained whilst he ate
“Well she’s here now” you pointed at the open door where Kuroo’s ex sneakily walked in with other customers
“Get into position!” Kuroo whispered as you all did as planned
“Is she watching?” Bokuto nudged Kuroo
“Yeah!” Kuroo replied
You and Kuroo did whatever couples did during dates whilst Bokuto made your stereotypical third wheel make an awkward date. Luckily you were able to play it naturally as you were already pretty close with Kuroo. You couldn’t deny that you found it cute how hard Kuroo was trying. He was very easy going and made sure to ask for your consent before doing something.
“I need to go to the toilet, I’ll be back” you stood up and left leaving the two boys
“I think you’re taking this way too seriously” Kuroo chuckled
“Not as seriously as you seriously enjoying this” Bokuto retorted making Kuroo blushed
“Listen when you decided to set us up you knew what you were doing” Kuroo fought back
“Well yeah! It’s a bros job to get him with the girl of his dreams” Bokuto laughed smugly
“Now you just sound dramatic” Kuroo rolled his eyes
“Maybe but you can’t deny you're enjoying this” Bokuto smirked
“Alright you got me there” Kuroo raised his hands as you came back
“Is the plan working?” you asked quietly 
“Judging from how creepily she’s been keeping a close eye on us, yeah!” Kuroo smiled victoriously
“We just gonna continue from here then” you said
Kuroo’s ex followed you all everywhere keeping a close tab on you and Kuroo especially which made you very uncomfortable. The three of you both finished every activity you had planned for the day so you all opted to go home. 
“Is she still following us?” Bokuto asked quietly
“Yeah I can feel her eyes on my back” Kuroo replied
“Still? She's so creepy man” Bokuto's face turned to disgust
“I feel bad that you had to go through this for the past few days” you patted Kuroo's back as he sighed
“Yeah it's like I get no privacy anywhere besides my house, everywhere I go she's there too”” Kuroo crossed his arms and pouted “Well I guess it’s more enjoyable cuz your here” Kuroo looked at you and smiled making your heart thump
“T-thanks” you said still dazed from what he said
“Hey! What about me!” Bokuto pouted which Kuroo laughed in response
“Of course you too bro!” Kuroo chuckled turning Bokuto’s frown upside down
“We’ll see tomorrow what she thinks” you said as you all reached Kuroo’s house
“Thanks again today was fun” you smiled making Kuroo slightly blush
“Yeah! My pleasure” Kuroo smiled back
The next day Kuroo went through the whole day without his ex bothering him which made him suspicious. But when he did see her in chemistry class she seemed quiet and was distancing herself from him which Kuroo couldn’t help but feel the intense wave of victory. You saw the joyous captain when he walked to you and Bokuto at the gate.
“Someone looks very happy today” you smiled as Kuroo greeted both of you
“She kept her distance the whole day! I say progress!” Kuroo almost squealed in excitement
“All in a day's work of The Best Ace Bokuto!” Bokuto smiled proudly
“Yeah that’s great!” you flashed a thumbs up
“We just need to seal the deal” Kuroo put his finger on his chin before his face lit up “Prom’s this weekend which I think is the perfect opportunity to do it” Kuroo explained “Can I go too! I wanna eat all the food!” Bokuto jumped in excitement which made you chuckle
“Yeah we can all go!” Kuroo  gave a toothy smile
A few days before prom you were in the mall with Akaashi and Bokuto deciding which of the dresses you should buy
“Should I go for this one or this one?” you said holding two dresses
“We’ve been here for like… HOURS!” Bokuto complained as he fell back on the chair
“And? It’s a formal event that needs the proper attire! I need to look my best!” You defended hearing another complain from Bokuto
“Why do you care so much you didn’t care that much last prom!” Bokuto crossed his arms
“Is it because of Kuroo?” Akaashi asked innocently yet you felt there was more intention in his tone
“W’what? N-no?” You blushed hardly surprised from Akaashi’s question
“Looks like I hit a bullseye” Akaashi nonchalantly said
“You like Kuroo?” Bokuto stood up and looked at you
“No! I don’t! It’s just I wanna look my best to make it look real y'know!” You kept trying to defend yourself though Akaashi could see right through you
“You wanna look your best for Kuroo you mean” Akaashi teased to which you glare
“I never thought you’d like my bro!” Bokuto smiled excitedly
“Well, until now” Akaashi smirked which made you blush even more
“Just pick one I’m done with this conversion!” You pointed daggers at the two boys which made Bokuto snicker
It was the day of the prom and Kuroo was very nervous. Though it was only to get rid of his ex he felt that he’d actually taken you to prom and though he didn’t want to admit it but he really wanted to see what you’d look like in your prom dress.
“You look a little too excited” Yaku teased 
“Well yeah! I’m actually going to prom with them!” Kuroo blushed “It still makes me sad though that all this is fake” Kuroo frowned his face darkened
“Well I guess you have to make the most of it right?” Kenma interjected hoping to cheer his best friend up
“You’re right” Kuroo smiled 
“She’s here now!” Lev exclaimed making Kuroo shift back to nervousness
The door opened with Bokuto in a neat tux with a surprisingly formal hairstyle different from his spiked up hair but beside him was you in an elegant outfit also with a formal hairstyle
“Amazed? You should be! I picked it for them just for my best bro!” Bokuto bragged proudly
“You only picked it so we’d get out of the store” you chuckled as Bokuto shot a quick shush
“That doesn’t change the fact that you look pretty elegant” Kuroo scratched the back of his neck in shyness the team were smiling right next to him
“Well let's leave you both to it” Yaku grabbed the others giving the two alone space
“Well? Let’s get started” you smiled excitedly as you dragged Kuroo to the dance floor 
You both couldn’t deny the fun you both had dancing and partying. You had to admit that this was the most fun you had with Kuroo. You felt saddened that after all this your “relationship” was going to end. Though you made sure you made the most out of the time you had left.
“I’m going to the restroom can you get me some more punch when I get back” you asked as Kuroo nodded
“Anything for you m’lady” Kuroo teased as you lightly slapped his shoulder
“Alright you big goof I’ll be off” you chuckled as you went to the bathroom
As Kuroo went to the area with he punch he noticed his ex walking towards him as he got some punch for the both of you making him sigh in annoyance
“What do you want” Kuroo said coldly “Don’t think I didn’t see you follow me a few days ago with my date” he glared putting emphasis on date
“I know but I just want you to give me one chance… just one” she pleaded
“Isn’t what you’ve seen already enough for you to leave me alone” Kuroo snapped
“You don’t have to pretend to be with someone just because you don’t wanna give me a chance” she said making Kuroo laugh
“I think you need to get your brain checked sweetheart you’re acting very cuckoo” Kuroo sneered
“We both know that date was one sided” she scowled taking him back “It’s sad that they pitied you that much that they’d agree to go to prom with you” she continued as Kuroo growed in anger 
“And what? My feelings for them are real! So shove that chance you think you have in your ass!” Kuroo snapped slamming the table next to him “After all it's only good for pleasing other guys isn’t it” Kuroo glared intensely shocking his ex 
“You–” She tried to speak out though she was interrupted by Kuroo
“Whether it’s real or not, they care more about me more than you ever have!” Kuroo scowled the argument grew more heated
“You know you don’t and won’t ever have a chance” she gritted her teeth
“Even so I’d rather chase someone who cares about me even only platonically then a cheating whore” Kuroo clenched his fist“Even if we’ll be stuck as friends forever I’ll live with that I’ll even push those feelings back” Kuroo tried holding his tears back as some began to fall
“Fine let it be that way” she said “Just know you’re pathetic especially for your feelings for them” she walked away leaving Kuroo alone
Unbeknownst to Kuroo you heard everything he said about you. You felt your heart rapidly thumping from everything he professed about you even more so at the thought that he felt those feelings for you and was willing to push them back for you just so you’d both stay as friends. As you were dazed however you noticed Kuroo looking at you.
“I… How long were you watching?” Kuroo sniffed 
“Enough to hear the whole thing” you replied back quietly
“I see…” he looked down trying to wipe the tears
You felt the tension between the both of you grow bigger and bigger you had to say something
“Did you mean all the things you said to her?” You asked 
“Yeah every single one” Kuroo nodded
“Even the part where you’d accept us just being friends” you played with your fingers
“Listen Y/N nothing’s gonna change I promise we can still be best friends and–” Kuroo stopped as he felt your soft lips press against his
“You don’t need to accept us just being friends, I want it to be more” you smiled brightly as he blushed
“Yeah I’d love that!” He spoke as he pulled you for another kiss though you both stopped as soon as you heard a loud YEAH!
“MY PLAN WORKED!” Bokuto let out a very mischievous laughter followed by Yaku punching his elbow
“You ruined their moment!” Yaku scolded
“Sorry I can’t help it!” Bokuto rubbed his elbow 
“Well I’ll have to thank my best bro!” Kuroo cheered “I’M THE BEST BROTHER AND BRO IN THE WORLD” Bokuto yelled in joy with the biggest toothy smile
“Yeah you really are” you smiled brightly
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sassycheesecake · 11 months
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A/N: I saw this earlier today and Iwa-chan first popped into my mind. Have fun reading lol.
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Warnings: slightly suggestive
Genre: fluff
You’re just doing the dishes on a normal Tuesday afternoon, when your phone rings.
Setting aside the plate you were just scrubbing down, you dry your hands with the kitchen towel on the counter before grabbing your vibrating phone.
You don’t recognize the number that’s calling you, so you frown in confusion before swiping your lock screen to answer it.
“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.“
“Good afternoon, am I speaking to the spouse of Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime?“
You feel your heart drop in your stomach, already fearing the worst: death, accident, arrest, murder, sudden enlistment,…
You gulp down with a heavy heart and answer back.
“Y-Yes, this is them.“
“Hello this is Captain Shimazaki speaking. I am calling to inform you that your spouse Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime came into work with a bruise on his neck. Actually multiple dark bruises along his neck.” He stops to cough awkwardly. “Although he looked pretty satisfied and happy this morning, please move your love marks down, so they can’t be seen when in uniform.“
You can feel your face heat up a thousand degrees, utterly embarrassed and wishing to sink 500 feet into the ground to disappear.
“U-Uhm s-sure, I will remember that for next time.“
For next time? Could you have worded that any worse?
“Appreciate it. Have a good day.“
“You as well, goodbye.“
You hang up simultaneously and put your phone down on the counter, leaning both hands on the cool graphite stone to actually process what just happened.
Too much distracted in your thoughts, you don’t even hear the front door unlock.
“Hey baby, I am home.“ Iwaizumi loudly greets you as he steps inside your shared home.
Taking his shoes off and putting them neatly by the door, he waits for your greeting back but receives nothing.
He saw your car in the driveway, so you have to be home.
“(Y/N)?“ The brunette calls out again, this time a little bit louder.
His rough voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you turn to look at him and the first thing you notice are the scattered hickeys along his neck.
Iwaizumi‘s face melts into concern, as he takes in your face. You look like you‘ve seen a ghost because your eyes widen in horror as you stare at your husband.
“Babe, what's wrong? You are as pale as a sheet of paper.“ With deep worry in his voice, he quickly approaches you and puts his warm hands around your face to grasp it gently.
“Uhm.“ You don’t know how to start this conversation.
“Well, your uh… I guess your boss called me earlier, basically saying I should tone it down a notch with uh… my marks on you.“
Iwaizumi takes a few seconds after hearing your words and all of sudden he bursts out laughing.
Slightly jumping at his sudden reaction, you are now even more confused.
“Gosh, this day keeps getting better and better. First I got to make love to my beautiful partner last night and this morning and then had a great day at work and now you’re telling me that you’re the one who should calm down with your marks on me?“ He keeps on laughing and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pushing you against the counter.
He leans in and slightly growls in your ear.
“Good thing they can’t see all those markings I left on you last night.“
Something hard starts to press against your stomach.
“Hajime, you can’t be serious.“
You can feel him pressing rough kisses against your neck, occasionally giving you bites and licks that make you swoon and melt on the spot.
“Come on, mark me up some more. Want to show everyone how sexy and seductive my drop dead gorgeous spouse can be.“
You give in and let him carry you bridal style to your bedroom, both of you leaving marks on each other and both of you so exhausted that Iwaizumi and you call in sick for the next day.
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bonniepop · 18 days
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title: of rumors & wrong assumptions parts: 1 / 2 / 3 character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,200+ warnings: violence towards oikawa's person. experiments in chem lab. notes: i think this is one of my funnier fics so of course i had to bring this back! (also i am not compensating for forgetting about this website at all!)
life would’ve been so much easier if you’d ended up having a crush on literally anyone else instead, but noooo. you had to go and have a crush on oikawa's best friend.
oikawa's probably gay best friend.
“i’m telling you—iwa-chan is not gay,” oikawa insists with a hushed voice, leaning over the beaker he poured water into earlier, his face so near the bunsen burner it was giving you anxiety.
“what the fuck, oikawa,” you nearly cry, shoving his face away from the open flame. “get your face out of there!”
your palm presses over the goggles on his face and he yelps. “ow!” he pouts and pulls away his standard chem lab goggles, running his hand through the red marks pressed against his skin. “that hurt!”
“would you rather i let your face burn off in case it exploded?” you shoot back, grabbing a pen and writing down your observations. “also can you get back to work? this is a partner lab report.”
“that’s just water,” he snaps.
"there's an open flame!" you practically shriek, but he ignores you.
"—and i’ll read your notes later.” he says the last part dismissively, and you had to stop yourself from launching your pen at his face—like a gladiator spear through one of his eyeballs.
life would've been so much easier if you'd fallen for literally anyone else, because their best friend probably wouldn't be an insufferably annoying volleyball captain that you'd ended up being partnered with.
at first, it made you giddy. this was your chance—be friend the volleyball captain, make friends with iwaizumi, flirt, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
okay, you're thinking too far ahead. but it was a great setup. until oikawa'd said, "i need to talk to you about something," with that something being... righting... his best friend's reputation.
is there any possible way to get run over by a truck? while inside a laboratory on the third floor of a building?
“anyway, he’s not gay,” oikawa brings up again, louder than the last time, and you sink down against the table and groan.
you can feel your table mates look back at you suspiciously, and you pray to every deity out there. someone, anyone. just open up the earth and swallow me whole.
“oikawa,” you bark, peering over your shared equipment with sharp eyes. “can we not talk about this here?”
he shakes his head quite vigorously. “no! we need to discuss this. because you are wrong, and i am here to tell you that you are wrong.”
your face wrinkles into a scowl. “i really don’t wanna talk about this,” you grumble, looking away.
you don’t even know how he knows. as far as you remember, it was a speculation you’d mentioned to your group of friends in jest, and two days later, oikawa—who had sweet talked your previous lab partner into switching out, apparently; if you think about it, this was all her fault for agreeing—started pestering you about it.
“add the iodine and stir,” your teacher says, and dutifully, you grab the smaller beaker and add the brown liquid, noting the color change when you stir.
“seriously!” oikawa insists, “he’s not. believe me.”
“wh—” you point your pen at him and glare. “you know what, i will remove your name from this lab report if you don’t work on anything in the next—”
you watch him grab his pen and, without looking, scribble quickly on his notebook. “there, done.”
your jaw unhinges, unreasonable, murderous irritation flooding your entire body. “you didn’t even—”
“now get your second beaker,” your teacher instructs, and you use it as a distraction to stop yourself from lunging at your lab partner. “add the remaining water, hydrogen peroxide and fabric starch.”
you take a deep breath and reach for the materials—which were near oikawa’s elbow. when your reach comes up short, you glare at him. “maybe you’d like to help me?”
“oh, sure,” oikawa goes, plucking the materials and placing them on the center of the table. “there you go.” 
you count to ten in an attempt to prevent yourself from hurling the second beaker at his head, opting to focus on the experiment instead.
“anyway, i—”
you nearly slam your hands on the table. “look, oikawa,” you tell him, leaning closer. “i don’t know how you found out about that, but it was meant as a joke. i didn’t mean it, and whoever told you that? give me their name. give me their name, so i can find them, break their phone, and burn their house down. end of story.”
he blinks. “so you don’t think he’s gay?”
you lean back. “if he is, it’s none of my business.”
“but he’s not,” oikawa whines. “what made you think that in the first place?”
you give him a bewildered stare. “what? why wouldn’t i think it? he’s obviously in love with you.”
his face morphs into one of complete and utter shock, and then he booms into laughter, which makes the class turn towards your seat at the very back. he sheepishly quiets down at the call of his name, your teacher evidently not as amused as he is at his new discovery.
“he’s not in love with me,” oikawa denies at a much softer, but not any less irritating, volume.
you ignore him. “he’s so scary but he turns sweet around you—”
“sweet? sweet?” he’s wide-eyed and appalled. he aggressively points to the back of his head. “is throwing volleyballs at my head sweet?"
you defend, “i don’t know what you’re into—"
"do you know how many almost-concussions i've had because of him?! i'm basically a fall risk at this point!”
“now, transfer everything in beaker 1 to beaker 2,” your teacher calls, interrupting your argument. “note the time.”
he stares and shakes his head. “anyway. well, that’s not the case. at all,” he declares, leaning forward to continue the rest of the experiment. “we’re just friends. you note the time.”
“sure,” you say, signaling for him to go once you track the seconds on your watch. you scribble in your notes when the liquid changes color. 
the bell rings, and students are shuffling to dump their liquids in the giant erlenmeyer flask at the back of the room.
your former lab partner smiles at you as you both dump your waste liquid. “seems like you and oikawa had a lot of fun,” she chirps.
not at all. “he’s okay,” you say before you part ways. when you get back to your desk, she notes that oikawa is waiting for you and that you walk out of lab together, bickering.
while the rest of the day went ahead as normal, for the next day at school, you were not granted that same luxury.
“hey,” one of your friends asks over lunch, “are you and oikawa dating?”
your fist clenches in surprise, and the juice sent ricocheting through the straw and into your throat makes you choke. “what?” you ask, coughing, and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “where'd you get that?”
the rest of your friends meet gazes. “we heard you were really close in lab yesterday,” one of the girls says.
“yeah, like an old married couple,” another says.
your brain is going into overdrive. what? said who? “we are absolutely n—”
someone calls from outside your classroom. someone with very familiar and annoying voice, someone who you've, quite frankly, had enough of.
you look up to see oikawa, waving merrily at you. behind him, iwaizumi’s stony face is dark and threatening.
the girls around you giggle, and you flush, hunching over at your desk in an attempt to hide.
this cannot be happening, you think despairingly. not only was your crush probably gay, he also thinks you’re dating his best friend.
the best friend he was probably in love with.
“fuck me,” you groan into the wood grain of your desk. "fuck me so very much."
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osamusriceballs · 11 months
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The Hardships of Love
Oikawa x reader
Warnings: None
Words: ~ 1,7k
About: Centered this around the prompt: "Can't you see that I love you?"
A/n: I saw a small list of prompts and I'll go through them- five more to go! If you want to see a certain character for the next prompt, feel free to send an ask! Won't reveal the prompt for it though, so it'll be a surprise~
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You're certain about very few things in your life, and one of them is Oikawa Tooru.
Oikawa Tooru is warmth.
Oikawa Tooru is your friend.
Oikawa Tooru will always be by your side.
Or at least, that's what you wish for.
"Hey, I need your help."
"What for?" He looks up and smiles when he sees you. His smile makes his face look softer, and your heart skips a beat at that sight. He exceeds kindness, but there is still something mischievous about him. Maybe it's his eyes, which reveal what's behind his usual mask, or maybe you just like to think that you are actually able to see the real Oikawa Tooru.
However, that couldn't stop you from swooning for him. He is not only attractive and incredibly skilled at volleyball, his passion and job, but he is also caring, thoughtful, easy to be around, and supportive. He is basically perfect boyfriend material. But you don't dare to go down that road. You're convinced that he has tons of beautiful women lining up on his—rather, your shared—doorstep and wouldn't spare a single romantic thought about his roommate—you.
How you both stayed in this flat after your college years have been behind you for quite some time is a miracle to you. He always insists that it's easier to stay here and that most people wouldn't expect him to live in a neighbourhood like this, and you somehow couldn't separate yourself from him too. There is something about Oikawa Tooru that makes you want to stay close to him.
"It's kind of stupid. I talked to Hajime last week..." Oikawa's smile gets wider when you mention Iwaizumi, and you are certain that you now have all of his attention.
"Go on." He nods, and you take the encouragement to keep going. He'll probably laugh at you, at his roommate that hasn't had a date for such a long time that his best friend felt pity and decided to set you up. But you still continue, hoping that he won't tease you for it.
"Hajime said that I need to go on a date," you say. It's the way he keeps eye contact with you that makes you squirm in your place. You don't miss how his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his smile faltering for a short second.
"A... date?" He slowly repeats your words, as if he was checking that he got it correctly. You nod carefully, observing his reaction to see if he is about to burst out in laughter—and much to your surprise, he does not.
"Like... a date with Iwa-chan?" His eyes drop to the two dresses in your hands. It seems like he only noticed the fabrics in your hands now, and his face instantly turns blank.
"And... you want fashion advice from me? For your date with my best friend?"
"It's not with Hajime! It's with a friend of his—he said he knows him from work and that he plays volleyball too. He also joked that both of you play the same position, and that he is a former—"
You stop rambling when Oikawa abruptly stands up, his phone tightly clutched into his hand, and his jaw clenching.
You know that your cheeks are probably coated in a faint pinkish hue, quite embarrassed about the whole situation, but he doesn't seem to notice that. His eyes are solely focused on the ground, his body motionless for a few moments. It takes him a few seconds before he raises his gaze again, suddenly sporting a smile that you have never seen on him in real life before, but only in countless interviews. It's his practiced professional smile.
He looks at you as he would look at one of those reporters who would ask him about his beauty products after he literally won the World Cup.
"It's fine. No need to tell me more. Enjoy." His tone matches his expression, and you know instantly that something is off. Very much so.
"What's wrong with you, Tooru? Shouldn't you congratulate me for finally having a date?" You frown, and your fingers clench into the fabric of the dress that you're still holding in your hands, your knuckles turning white from the pressure already.
"Why should I? Y/n..." His hand runs carelessly through his hair, and God, you can't help but admire him for a second when his biceps flex under the loose white shirt that he's wearing. However, your attention quickly returns to the conversation. He suddenly looks at you, a shattered expression on his face, the professional tone gone as quickly as he had put on the facade.
"Y/n, can't you see that I love you?" His words are accompanied by glossy eyes, a sight that almost breaks your heart - as well as the meaning of his words when it finally hits you.
He... Oikawa... Oikawa loves you.
"You...just..."
"No. Don't." He raises his hands to stop you from talking, a defeated and tired expression on his face. "I didn't mean to say that. I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. Forget it. I'll leave."
Despite being a very observant man, you can tell that Oikawa didn't think this through and acted on instinct. He needs to squeeze through you in the doorframe to get to his room, and that would undoubtedly be very awkward for the two of you. It takes him exactly seven steps to reach you, his gaze avoiding yours as much as he can while he tries to get past you without accidentally touching you - but it seems like the seven steps have been enough to help you recover from your initial shock, and you drop the dress in your hands to grab his arm.
"Please, Tooru, listen to me. Please. Don't go now." You let your hand wander down to his, and he quietly wraps his hand around yours - and at this very moment, you are insanely aware of everything - of the way he is standing so, so close to you, of how he is holding your hand tightly with his big, strong hand - of how his shoulders are slumped forward, of the sadness in his eyes, as well as regret - and the lump in your throat threatens to bring tears to your eyes too.
"I didn't know that you liked me in that way. I wouldn't have agreed to the date if I had known."
"You don't have to say that out of pity. Am I that pathetic right now?" The hurt in his eyes is barely concealed, and it surely breaks something inside of you to see him like that. To see your cheerful and easy-going Tooru broken and self-conscious - and that because of you? When he literally has everything he could ever wish for-
"You are a world-known star, Tooru. You have the contact numbers of countless supermodels, you get invited to every single hot party, and you-"
"Wait, wait, I don't have the number of any model saved. I don't think I even have a single number of a woman in my phone - besides my mum and sister. And my manager. And also Shoyo's manager friend from high school- okay, I do have some women's numbers on my phone, but that's not the point. I'm not interested in any of them in that way. I'm used to focusing on one thing at a time - the ball when I'm playing, my goal... and...." His eyes stay glued to yours, the implication of his words clear. He has been focused on you only. No other person. Just you.
The honesty in his eyes makes your knees weak, and you feel like falling any second - but you're pretty sure that he would manage to catch you in that unlikely scenario thanks to his crazy reflexes and observing skills.
"I... Tooru - I," your breathing is erratic, your mind failing at voicing your feelings right now - but that's when you think action might help.
The bravery that suddenly rushes through you is probably rooted in the fact that Oikawa Tooru just confessed his feelings to you - and you let go of his hand, noticing how his eyes harden at the action and how his body makes an attempt to turn - and at that moment, it feels like one of his descriptions of how it feels when he's playing volleyball. Everything seems to be in slow motion - when you bring your hands to his shoulders, feel the muscles and stability that he exudes and then how his expression changes to a surprised and overwhelmed one, and then you basically jump into his face, taking one last deep breath before you press your lips against his. Your hands subconsciously claw into his collar, your movements stiff and awkward, your body not fully knowing what to do - but it takes Oikawa just the fraction of a second to bury a hand in your hair and to turn the kiss into a soft connection of your lips.
His arm wraps around your back and pulls you closer, so much closer, his lips against yours moving smoothly and gentle, causing a warmth to rush through your body - you feel electrified, warm, loved, and all because of the man right in front of you.
It feels like forever, but also too short when he finally pulls back. Oikawa exhales slowly and opens his eyes - and your knees suddenly feel like pudding when you notice the loving expression on his face that you're probably mirroring in more or less the same way.
"I'll tell Hajime that I lost my heart to another setter." You finally break the silence, and you notice that your hands still rest on his shoulders, but you have no intention of moving them away.
Oikawa grins at your words and swiftly tilts his face to press a quick peck to your lips that sends tingles through your whole body. You could definitely get used to this.
"Too bad for Tobio-kun." You raise your eyebrows at his words-
"How did you know his name?" You're convinced that someone like Oikawa knows a few setters, but still...
Oikawa just playfully rolls his eyes and scoffs before he answers.
"I'm sure Iwa-chan chose him to get a reaction of me. But I don't think that he is open to a relationship right now, he only focuses on his career."
"But aren't you the same?"
"Me? No."
He smiles- an honest and sincere smile- a smile that you adore so so much-
"I only focus on what I love- and that means you."
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eliosty · 1 year
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Oikawa x Setter male reader ||Oikawa Being A Raging Bisexual||
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Requests are open! <3
This is a continuation from the first part!
Oikawa sat on his bed, watching his phone intently. Poor pretty boy didn't know what to do anymore. He was fucking terrified.
He wanted to call you so bad, hell he was too scared to even send a simple 'hi'. He knew he would have to make the first move soon since you didn't have his number.
So him being Tooru Oikawa, he did the best thing that he could think of.
Call Iwa-chan.
He's never speed dialed someone so fucking fast in his whole life.
"IWA-CHAN YOU HAVE TO HELP ME" Oikawa was on the verge of tears at this point. "What the hell did you do this time Shittykawa.." Iwaizumi grumbled as his pinched the bridge of his nose through the phone.
"Remember that really hot setter we ran into at our last match?" Oikawa started. "Mhm, the same setter that you ran after and fan-boyed over in the bus? Yeah I remember him" Iwaizumi stated in the most fucking blunt way possible.
"So he gave me his number and now I don't know what to do!" Oikawa wailed as he was curled up in a blanket cocoon. "Well do what he wants you to do! Call him moron! He didn't give you his number just for you to cry about it" Iwaizumi was so fed up but understood how his best friend felt.
"You're right Iwa-chan! Thank youuuu~" Oikawa chimed as he hung up. He decided to muster up all of his courage and dialed your number.
He pressed on the call button and his thoughts soon washed over him. 'Oh god this wasn't a good idea, what if he thinks I'm being weird, I should just cancel!' he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a voice from the other side of his phone.
"I was wondering when you were finally gonna call me Oikawa, I was waiting y'know?" oh good lord someone save Oikawa. Your voice was making his knees weak. You chuckled at the brunette setter.
After a little while you and Oikawa ended up warming up to each other and held an actually stable conversation.
"Hmph! That Ushiwaka pisses me off so goddamn much!" you were surprised to see Oikawa talk so much trash about Ushiwaka. "I agree he seems so emotionless and it ticks me off way more than it actually should!"
In the end, you guys just ended up rambling on certain volleyball players and how you dislike them.
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The next morning, since it was a Saturday, you decided to meet up with Oikawa at a park near Seijoh. You sat on a bench scrolling through your phone waiting for another setter to show up. "(M/n)!" you looked up to see Oikawa running towards you. "Hey Oikawa!" you stood up and welcomed him with a hug.
Despite barely knowing each other no longer than a week, you two have become very close. Prolly because of y'alls shared hatred for Ushiwaka.
"Let's grab something to eat, yeah?" Oikawa looked down to you. "Yeah sure!" you grabbed his hand and dragged him around. "I heard that there's a new ramen place that opened recently, you wanna check it out Oinks?" you flashed him smile. Oikawa's heart for real nearly exploded.
Oikawa doesn't know what you're doing to him that's making him feel this way
But whatever you're doing, it's working hella fucking well
"Wherever you go I'll go, prince" Oikawa winked, in hopes that his heart would stop trying to jump out of his chest. You giggled at his statement.
As you walked along the streets, Oikawa would occasionally flash a smile to passing by fangirls. But would soon after apologize to you, feeling bad that he's not giving you any attention. (Even though it would be for like 2 seconds-)
You guys passed by an old couple and they said something about how you guys were such a cute couple. Oikawa literally almost fainted. His whole face was redder than the Nekoma jersey.
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Long story short, Oikawa showed up to practice on Monday boasting how he had a new boyfriend.
HELP I WASN'T READY TO SEE SO MANY OF Y'ALL ACTUALLY LIKE THIS WORK 😭
When I started seeing requests for a part 2 to this work I was low key surprised. Like I got the first request in the car and I low key kinda panicked.
HELP I LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP WRITING THIS AT LIKE 2AM ON MY DESK 😭
I have a really sore neck now :')
Hope y'all enjoyed 😪
As always, Author out! >:)
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iwaoiness · 6 months
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When Iwaizumi is drunk
Iwaizumi has a high tolerance for alcohol, but when he gets drunk, he gets clingy -like really clingy-, and possessive -like really possessive-. And, as twisted as it sounds to admit it, Oikawa has fun with this Hajime.
A lot of fun.
The first time he discovered it was a couple of years ago, at a party in a popular Tokyo bar. While Tooru was talking animatedly with Sugawara and a nice guy they hit it off with, Iwaizumi appeared behind him, wrapping his strong arm around his waist to pull him close, sticking Tooru's back to his broad chest, their hips fitting snugly together.
"Hey, my pretty boy, I've been looking for you" He spoke, throaty and low over the music, kissing the sweaty skin of Oikawa's neck with hot lips.
Tooru blinked, blushing up to his eyebrows as his smile faltered in the face of the new boy's confused look and Sugawara's amused gaze, who took a swig of his drink trying to hide the laughter.
"A-Ah, Iwa-chan, sorry, Koushi-chan and I got caught up with Aoi-kun" He replied, feeling his knees weaken as Hajime tightened his grip a little more, pulling him closer to his solid body. Iwa's thumb began to trace delicate circles along his hip bone through the thin fabric of his blue shirt.
"Mmh" He hummed, resting his chin on Oikawa's shoulder and raising his darkened and intense eyes to the new boy, scrutinizing him up and down.
Aoi smiled, tense and uncomfortable, wiping his palm against his jeans before extending it in Iwaizumi's direction.
"Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Ao-"
"I didn't ask you."
Suga couldn't hold back his laughter this time, and Aoi flushed with embarrassment. Tooru turned his face toward Iwaizumi with round eyes and mouth open. Who is this Iwa-chan and where is my Iwa-chan?
And why the hell is this so, so hot?
"Iwa-chan," he uttered slowly, instantly grabbing Iwaizumi's attention. Iwaizumi glared back at him, his cheeks tinged with a blush. "Are you drunk? What happened to your renowned alcohol tolerance?"
Hajime frowned, and, to Tooru's added surprise, he stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
Iwaizumi Hajime, pouting.
Him.
Pouting.
"I'm not, why do you think I am too?" He whined like a toddler in a tantrum and Oikawa's heart nearly stopped dead in its tracks when Hajime hid his face in his neck, snuggling.
"He's fucking drunk" Sugawara assured with amusement, watching Iwaizumi in fascination while Tooru continued to stare wide-eyed, his cheeks and ears turning crimson. "And I think you should take him out for some air."
"But Oikawa-san promised me a dance" Aoi protested, scowling. Tooru began to open his mouth, intending to clarify that he had promised a dance involving all three of them. However, Iwaizumi stepped forward, raising his head from Tooru's shoulder to narrow his gaze at the young boy.
"Tooru is mine, and I don't share what's mine with anyone" He growled, his tone resolute and unwavering. He then let go of the waist of the tomato-red Oikawa to interlock their fingers and lead him toward the door, leaving Aoi standing there in confusion, while Suga playfully patted him on the back.
What happened next, well, it was scarred on Oikawa's neck and thighs.
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koushuwu · 1 year
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First Kisses
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Iwaizumi Hajime x reader x Oikawa Tooru | 2,122 words | just a soft little first kiss story that may very well turn into the start of a beautiful poly relationship. she/her pronouns. use of petnames. mentions of alcohol consumptions.
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The bass was pumping in the room next to the kitchen where you stood with your two best friends, Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime. Okay so maybe not just best friends. You might like the both of them a little more than that, but they didn’t know that, and they didn’t need to know that. Hajime had his phone in his hand when it happened. Leaned back against the kitchen counter on one side of the room, while you were leaned against the other. Tooru’s eyes widened when he noticed someone moving towards the kitchen from the main sitting room where the party was raging. His attention snapped to you.
“I need you to kiss me, like right now.” Tooru exclaimed stepping closer, into your personal space. Not that you minded, you were usually always close. You’d been the kinds of friends to be very physically close since you were kids.
“What?” you asked and laughed a little to hide the blush that threatened to creep up across your face.
“Now, my ex is coming this way!” you could literallt see the panic and haste in his eyes. Something his ex would definitely notice too, if she got too close. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was just because you really just wanted to, but you grabbed a fistful of his shirt.
“Okay,” you grinned at him and pulled him in. The little sound that escaped him had you chuckling against his lips. As startled as he may have been at first, it only took him a moment to recover. His hand slid up into your hair as he deepened the kiss. Moving even closer. His body was against yours and your hands were trapped between the two of you, placed flat on his chest.
“She’s gone,” Iwaizumi’s voice sounded. Reluctantly Oikawa pulled away, pecking you on the lips just once more for good measure. Your gaze flicked to Iwaizumi who was still standing against the opposite counter, eyes fixed on his phone. You looked back to Oikawa with slightly swollen lips, as he looked out the door, where his ex was indeed nowhere to be seen anymore.
“Shit. Thank you so much, Love, I’m sorry,” Oikawa started, and for a moment you felt your heart clench. Right. You was just helping him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you! No one has my back like you do,” he cooed and despite the heavy feeling in your chest, you couldn’t help bit smile at him and shake your head.
“Really? Not even your precious Iwa-chan~” you asked mocking the way Oikawa always whined the name of our shared best friend.
“He would never—”
“Yes I would,” Iwaizumi cut Oikawa off, scrolling on his phone. Hajime glanced up from his phone before looking back down at it.
“Wait what?” Oikawa asked, utterly stunned. And you couldn’t stop the soft laughter rippling from your throat. “You would?”
“Of course I would.” Iwaizumi shrugged as if it was nothing. “We’re best friends, plus you’re hot. So why wouldn’t I?”
“Prove it,” You found yourself saying, before you even consciously considered chiming in.
“Okay,” Iwaizumi said, shrugging once more and quickly locking his phone. He shoved off of the counter and slipped his phone into his back pocket, stepping up to Oikawa, who had suddenly gone a shade paler than normal. A smirk formed on Iwaizumi’s face when he took the last step, reaching up and slipping a hand into Oikawa’s hair.
“Iwa-chan, my hair,” Oikawa all but whined, but Iwaizumi’s lips just stretched wider.
“Shut up,” he told him, but his words lacked all malicious intend. “This okay?” Hajime asked when he pulled Oikawa into him.
“I—” Oikawa gulped. You could see it on his throat. “Okay,” he breathed, hands coming up to settle on Iwaizumi’s biceps.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa even closer by the hair, wrapped his other arm around Oikawa’s middle and pressed their lips together.
You felt my own smile grow wider as you watched Iwaizumi confidently sliding his lips across Oikawa’s. As you watched him swipe his tongue across Oikawa’s lower lip, and how their tongues danced. Maybe you should be ashamed for gawking at them at this moment, but you weren’t. Maybe that was also the alcohol, but you weren’t the least bit ashamed or awkward. You watched them, and your grin blew even wider when Oikawa literally moaned into Iwaizumi’s mouth. And that’s when Iwaizumi broke the kiss. Grinning just as wide as you were from watching them, down at Oikawa.
“Damn, Hajime, looks like you practiced a lot since that time we kissed,” you told him, half in awe and half teasing. Iwaizumi turned his head and shot me a wink as he stepped back from Oikawa.
“Of course I have,” Iwaizumi grinned. “I promised you I’d make you swoon with my kissing one day, didn’t I?”
“I didn’t think you’d remember that. Or that you’d actually want to uphold that promise,” You laughed back, it’d been a silly promise but it seemed like you weren’t the only one who’d remembered the words he’d said to you that day when he had had his very first kiss. With you. With anyone actually.
“I don’t go back on a promise, Pretty.” Iwaizumi’s tone was serious and you knew that it was true. He really never backed out on a promise. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Oikawa looking from Iwaizumi to you and then back. “You know that,” Hajime said. He saw it too, there was no doubt about that.
“I’ll look forward to it then,” You told him. Only half joking.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Oikawa broke in, finally seeming to have regained control over his voice. “You two kissed?” He was in awe, eyebrows drawn together as you and Hajime watched him.
“Stop that, your forehead’s going to wrinkle,” Iwaizumi scolded. “And yes,” he added nonchalantly. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Except it was. For the both of you. Because it had been a big deal. Iwaizumi had confessed his feelings for you but you had both agreed that the time wasn’t right. “She was my first,” he then added, and Oikawa’s jaw dropped.
“And where was I during all this? Why haven’t I kissed any of you before now?”
“You didn’t ask,” you said and Iwaizumi shrugged.
“I’m asking now!?” Oikawa’s eyes were wide as he looked back and forth. His lips pursed into a little pout and his arms crossed over his chest.
“For more kisses?” Iwaizumi asked and eyed up our shared best friend, a grin plastered on his face, and he took a step closer to Oikawa, who in turn took a step back, flush deepening.
“Yes!” Oikawa exclaimed before even thinking about what Iwaizumi had said. Then his eyes widened even further, if that was even possible. Hands grabbing at the hem of his own shirt as he scrambled to save face. “I mean no— Yes, but that’s not what I meant. Where was I? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Like she said. You didn’t ask.” Iwaizumi shrugged.
“I actually thought you knew,” you told him and shrugged as well. And you really did. Thinking back, you had never actually talked about it, but somehow you had just expected him to know. To sense it somehow. “I guess it never really came up.” You grabbed onto the counter behind you and hoisted yourself up, planting your ass on the tabletop.
“This is actually unfair,” Oikawa whined.
“What? That we kissed?” Iwaizumi lightly swatted Oikawa on the side of his head. “You kissed her too, dummy!”
“Yes, but you never told me,” Oikawa went on, tipping from one foot to the other. He didn’t even moan about his hair or how Iwaizumi was being mean for hitting him, and that’s how the both of you knew for sure, that Oikawa was out of it. “And now you’ve both seen me kissing, but I haven’t seen you kissing yet, and that’s not fair—”
“I’m sorry, are you pissed because you haven’t seen us kiss?” you interrupted.
“Yes!”
“What?”
“I don’t know,” Oikawa sighed. You could see him trying to collect himself. He wasn’t mad, but something was nagging him for sure. Iwaizumi and you both watched him and waited for him to speak. And when he did, his voice was calm again. He’d collected himself. “I just— We’ve always shared everything, and I somehow feel like I’ve missed out on something here.”
“Because you haven’t seen us kiss?” Iwaizumi raised a brow at Oikawa.
“Yes.” Oikawa nodded resolutely.
“You want us to kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“Yes!”
“Okay.” Iwaizumi shrugged.
“Okay?” Oikawa took a step back, physically accentuating how taken aback he was by Iwaizumi’s nonchalant reaction to his request.
“Yeah, okay.” He shrugged again, and then looked to you. “Bug?” There was question in his eye as he uttered the nickname he’d had for you since you were kids, because even though he probably knew that you weren’t going to say no, he still wanted you to acknowledge your consent.
“Well, come and get me then,” you wiggled your finger at Iwaizumi, a joking streak to your smile, as you beckoned him closer. Iwaizumi shook his head, laughing to himself at the silliness of your actions. But then he stepped up to you, put his hands on my thighs and gently pushed them apart, making room for himself to stand between them.
“Hi,” he said, moving in all the way, your noses touching.
“Hi.” You giggled at your best friend, placing your hands on his biceps. Man, he’d already grown a lot by then, since that first time. In turn, one of Iwaizumi’s hands slid up to your hip, and he closed the gap between you. His lips fell into place against yours. They were wet with his own and Oikawa’s saliva, and they slid against yours in soft motions.
Iwaizumi angled his head slightly to deepen the kiss. You felt myself smiling into the kiss when he pressed closer. That’s when he smirked and pulled away for a second. He looked into your eyes, placed a hand in your hair like he had with Oikawa and moved back in. He kissed you like he meant it. His tongue asking for entrance that you instantly granted him, welcoming him with your own. And with a soft little whine that would have embarrassed you, if it had happened with anyone but Iwaizumi. He really had practiced, and he was really good. Nothing like the shy Iwaizumi who had no idea what he was doing. Back then he’d followed you lead. Now he’d taken the lead and damn was he leading you well.
The sound of Oikawa clearing his throat had Iwaizumi pulling back. At first he held your gaze with a tiny glint of something new yet familia shining in his eyes. But before you could really decipher it, he turned to look at Oikawa. You followed his example and there Oikawa stood, flustered and hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what exactly.
“Yes?” you urged him softly.
“Is—” Oikawa started, face still a little flustered. “Is this how the first one went?”
“God no, we were young, Iwa’s girlfriend just broke up with him, because he wouldn’t kiss her.” You glanced at Iwaizumi whose ears were turning lightly pink. Only just a tint. “I offered that he could try it with me, so it wouldn’t be so scary next time, and that was mostly it.”
“As if it being with you made it any less scary,” Iwaizumi commented. “But I couldn’t very well pass up on that opportunity, now could I?”
“Why not?”
“I think you know why. And so does he,” Iwaizumi gestured to Oikawa who was breathlessly watching the scene unfold. Iwaizumi turned his head and watched Oikawa for a moment, seemingly searching for something before turning back to look at you. “Because I was in love with you. Still am. And so is he.” Once again, Iwaizumi gestured to Oikawa who choked down a nervous laugh.
“Not much use in denying it, is there?” The laugh finally made its way over Oikawa’s lips. Iwaizumi looked at him again.
“Well I’m in love with you too, so there’s that on out in the open.”
“What?” There was no weirdness behind the words. Simply a soft confusion. A soft, yet hopeful confusion, that slipped the attention neither of me nor Iwaizumi. And that was also the start of what would eventually become lots of talk about feeling and how and if you were to do anything about these feelings that you were all harboring towards each other.
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spiriteddreams · 2 years
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"you have a crush on me?" friends to lovers, with iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer bc i'm in a good mood :)
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there are many downfalls to being best friends with oikawa tooru, as he proclaimed himself to be. for one, he has an army of fans from japan and argentina who blow up his posts and comments, and some of them leave rude and sly remarks and dig at your insecurities. secondly, his pride and ego make you want to strangle him sometimes. oikawa tends to forget to take care of himself, and while you're always willing to take care of him, you wish that he would take a step back for just a moment to rest.
but the biggest downfall of being his best friend, is that you're always around iwaizumi hajime.
iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer, who greets you with a gentle smile and brings you close for a hug. you get a whiff of his cologne and near shiver at the way his hand presses against your back as he pulls you into an embrace. his voice is deeper than you remember and he asks how you're doing before he's interrupted by oikawa whining, "iwa-chan! you never hug me like that!"
oikawa narrowly avoids a slap to the back of his head. it doesn't stop the grin across his face and the way he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
when oikawa left for argentina, he watched through text messages and facetime calls as you and iwaizumi talked about one another to him. he had tried, numerous times, to get the both of you to simply confess, but was always shut down by some sort of sorry excuse.
but now, with all three of you sitting in a little izakaya, neither you or iwaizumi have the chance to runaway when oikawa loudly states, "iwa-chan's in love with you !"
the look that iwaizumi shoots him makes him wince, but he can't do anything about what his friend has said now. you stare at him, eyes wide, mouth parted slightly and noodles raised with chopsticks. oikawa mumbles something about going to the bathroom, leaving both you and iwaizumi staring at each other. there's a heat in your cheeks but you can't tell if it's from oikawa's words or from the heat of the izakaya.
"i-- uh-- i'm so sorry about him."
"you have a crush on me?" you both speak at the same time and you want to slap yourself for how childish the words sound coming out of your mouth. iwaizumi looks like he wants to bury himself into the ground or find oikawa and force him to say it was a joke. it's a mix of both but you don't need to know that.
"well, when you say it like that it sounds bad and i wouldn't say it's a crush-- well i don't want to make it sound like it's a this whole thing and-- i'm going to stop." iwaizumi clears his throat, looking around the table nervously as if he was going to find something that would help him. when he finds nothing, he starts to stand up, knee banging against the table and curses spilling from his mouth before he's apologizing over and over again.
"iwaizumi."
"this is so unprofessional of me. and i know that we're friends, yeah friends, but still i'm so sorry."
"hajime." he stops, half standing and hands pressed against the table. his eyes are wide, chest rising and falling like he's running out of breath. he looks like he's either about to cry to fight oikawa, both of which you would prefer not happen.
"i like you too." he doesn't seem to process your words for a second. so you reach out to grasp his wrist, tugging him to sit down. it's rather amusing, to see the same man who can yell at oikawa, the same man who whips the japan national volleyball team into shape, be at such a loss for words.
"you have a crush on me?" iwaizumi actually slaps a hand over his mouth and you can't fight the smile that stretches across your face. oikawa decides to make his appearance once more, shoving iwaizumi's shoulders down so he's sitting as he slides back into his seat next to him.
"now that everything's sorted out, i can talk about all the things you two were telling me, right?" oikawa's easy going grin makes both you and iwaizumi stare at him blankly. "like there was this one night when iwa-chan called me about this photo you posted and then you called me about how you miss iwa!"
you stare at oikawa then glance at iwaizumi. there's enough said in the silence for the two of you to come to an agreement.
"when we're done with him, would you like to get dinner?"
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👑Being Seijoh's Manager 👑
Miss Manager Puts Oikawa in His Place
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Seijoh x Female Manager
Warnings: Swearing, major bullying of one, Oikawa Torū
AN: This is an Anon request!
Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠
First off 🤚🏻 getting the manager job for the Seijoh volleyball team is a feat of its own
You really must have shown some immense talent YN 🙌🏻
Well, at least a talent for bullying the captain 🙃
You see, all your friends were obsessed with Oikawa Torū
And you just didn't understand why 🤨
I mean, sure he's good looking and yeah he's tall
But he's also kind of a prick
You, yourself prefer Iwaizumi, Mattsun, makki and Maddog 😏
But your friends were constantly obsessing over Oikawa
You understood why the team never hand a manager
I mean girls and guys would throw themselves at Oikawa
But not our precious YN, oh no no no
Actually, that's exactly how you landed this gig
One day on the hall before class, you and your friends were talking
Kindaichi and Kunimi were walling by and heard the usual OiKaWa iS sO hOt speech
Until they heard you 👀
"Is he tho? I mean he's kind of an idiot if you ask me. Just look at how he walks around school. Like he's a king or something. Sure he's good at volleyball but he's kind of lame"- you
Speak your truth YN ✊🏻
Kindiachi and Kunimi freeze 🤚🏻
Did they really hear you correctly?
Well leave it to kunimi to find out
"Excuse me ladies. Did one of you say Oikawa was lame?"- Kunimi
"YN did!"- your friend, throwing you completely under the bus
😐 seriously-
You know what, we are nothing but dedicated
"Yeah it was me. I think Oikawa is lame and not as great as everyone things he is"- you, shrugging
Please Kindaichi and Kunimi's eyes widen and they praise whatever God decided to gift you to this earth
"YN please come to practice with us tonight"- Kunimi, not wasting any time
You 👉🏻😐😑 why-
Is this a trap??
"We want you to meet Iwaizumi. We think you'd make an excellent manager!"- Kindaichi
"Wait 🤚🏻 me?"- you pointing to yourself
"Yes"- Kunimi
"I mean, I guess I guess I could go"- you shrugging
Please when they mentioned Iwaizumi you were having an internal freak out 😏 admit it
After school, you walk with the boys to practice and you are immediately met with skepticism
Iwaizumi pulls Kunimi and Kindaichi to the side
"What are you two idiots thinking? We said no girls in the gym! "- Iwaizumi looking at you
You 👉🏻🙂🥰🤗
"YN's different Iwa- just watch"- Kindaichi points as Oikawa just strolls over
"Well hello there and who might you be?"- Oikawa, the charm permanently stuck at 100%
"I'm not interested"- you 😐
Iwaizumi is like 👉🏻😐😳
Mattsun and Makki have no stopped and are intently intrigued 👀
"Hey you're that pretty first year, YN right?- Oikawa, recovering quickly
"And you are annoying me-" you 😐
"YN- Chan come on? What's a pretty girl lile you doing in my gym?"- Oikawa
Ope 👀
"First off, this isn't 'you're' gym. Second off, I just don't get it? What does everyone see in you?"- You, questioning
Oikawa 👉🏻😳😰
You 👉🏻😏
Kunimi and Kindaichi 👉🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Makki and Mattsun 👉🏻🤣🤣
Iwaizumi is too busy running up to you, shaking your hand and saying
"Welcome to the team YN" 🤗
Yay 👏🏻🎉🎈
Honestly, the team never thought this day would come
And let me tell you, every practice is a treat
Oikawa is doing the most, per the usual, to get your attention
"YN-chan did you see that killer serve"- Oikawa
You 👉🏻 🚶‍♀️ missed it
"YN did you see my setter dump? That's totally going to fool Tobio!"- Oikawa
"Shut it loserkawa"- You
If nothing else, Oikawa is striving to get your attention
When it's time to leave for the tournament, you get on the bus and Oikawa shouts
"Whoohoo, YN-chan I saved you a seat"- you
"In your dreams shittykawa"- you sitting next to Iwaizumi
God you are the girl of his dreams 😍
At the tournament, there js much that same exchange between you and Oikawa
Him trying hard to impress you 👉🏻 you trying harder to break him 🙃
"YN Chan, do you think I should jump higher during my serves?"- Oikaws, pondering 🤔
"You do you loserkawa"- You, filling water bottles
"You're right, I will!"- Oikawa
However, as hard as you are on Oikawa, there is one thing you will absolutely not tolerate
And that's other people messing with YOUR boys
So after their loss to Karasuno, the boys are packing up when you hear it
"Boy I guess Oikawa really isn't that great of a setter"- some random asshole
You know Oikawa heard it too because the man is deflated
And nobody is allowed to deflated Oikawa by you and Iwaizumi
"Excuse me? Did you just say say Oikawa isn't a great setter?"- you, crossing your arms now
Iwaizumi, Oikawa and the team watch you
"Yeah I mean, Seijoj lost"- the idiots
Hope you have your will in order is all im going to say 💅🏼
"I'll have you know Oikawa Torū is one of the best, if not THEE, best setters in the Miyagi prefecture! And just will not stand here and listen to you put a good man down"- you 😤
Boy YN chill 😎
Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki👉🏻😲😲😲
Kunimi and Kindaichi 👉🏻😐😳
Oikawa 👉🏻😳🥺😭
"YN-CHAN YOU DO LOVE ME"- Oikawa, running to hug you
You 👉🏻😐 🧍‍♀️
Oikawa 👉🏻🫂 🥰
"Ok enough shittykawa, I don't like you that much"- you rolling your eyes and walking away
"No need to say it YN-chan, you proved your love for me just now"- Oikawa 🤗
Please you don't even have to say it, just one look and Iwa is on it
✋🏻🏐👦
"OUCH IWA-CHANNNN" -oikawa
You'll never admit it, but you secretly love Oikawa YN 😏
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noosayog · 1 year
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Exactly Where You Wanted Me outtake
wc: 500
warnings/content: takes place the same afternoon you agree to fake date, the first time you walk home together, the start of Oikawa's habit of kissing you goodbye
find EWYWM fic here
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“You’re fake dating Oikawa Toru?”
“SHHH,” you cover your friend’s mouth. “We’re in public right now!”
She shoves your hand away. “Why are you-” she holds up air quotes, “- fake dating him?”
“He says that he’s tired of Iwa-chan hitting him over his fans flooding practice after school,” you shrug.
“So what’s in it for you?”
You don’t get a chance to answer because a heavy arm is thrown over your shoulder and you’re gently pulled into a broad chest.
“Dating me isn’t a big enough perk?” Oikawa grins.
“Shut up, shitty-kawa.” Iwa-chan appears next to you and smacks Oikawa upside the head.
“Oww, Iwa-chan! You said you’d stop hitting me if my fangirls stopped coming around!”
“Never said that.”
You laugh, “ready to go home, guys?”
Oikawa hardly gives you a chance to say goodbye to your friend before dragging you in the direction of the three of your homes, your bag draped over his shoulder and his heavy arm still resting on your shoulder.
Iwa-chan arrives home first. Oikawa is next, but he offers to walk you all the way.
You shrug off his arm and hold your arm out for your bag. “I think we’re far enough away from school now. I want my personal space back,” you joke.
Oikawa pouts. “But what if one of my fangirls is stalking me to find out where I live?”
You scoff, “who would be so obsessed with you that they’re willing to go that far?”
“Come on, y/n-chan. Please? It’s just a couple more streets.”
You sigh but let him pull you back into his orbit. This time, instead of wounding his arms over your shoulder, he clasps his hands around yours. When you look at him in question, he just shrugs, “giving you some of the personal space you asked for.”
When you arrive at your house, he uses his unoccupied hand to transfer your bag from his shoulder to yours but instead of letting your hand go, he pulls you in by your joined hands to face him. His empty hand clasps your other open one and he steps in closer. Instinctively, you try to backtrack, but he keeps you close with a steady grip. You’re standing face to face, both of your hands occupied by his.
The setting sun lights up your surroundings in orangy hues and you think the golden glow of the sunset is making you imagine the tender expression on his face.
“What are you doing,” you whisper.
He leans in even closer, until you feel his breath blowing on your forehead. “Oikawa-”
“Won’t you call me Toru? I see someone from our school over there.”
You don’t see which direction he’s nodding his head in, nor do you feel anyones’ eyes on the two of you, but you close your eyes and allow him to press a kiss onto your forehead.
“Toru,” you say. “Thanks for walking me home.”
“Good night. See you tomorrow.”
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blacckdiamondposts · 1 year
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How to handle jealousy - by Iwaizumi Hajime
Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!Reader (post-timeskip)
Plot: (Y/N) grew up with Iwaizumi and Oikawa - literally knowing them almost her whole life. Over the holidays, Oikawa decided to travel back to Japan and spend some time with family and friends. Obviously, you are super close with him, which often leaves Iwaizumi jealous (Oikawa‘s teasing doesn‘t help at all lol).
Warnings: well, obviously SMUT (jealous Iwaizumi, duh)
The past three days, Oikawa has been staying in yours and Iwaizumi‘s apartment as he visited you over the holidays. As it was the last day before he‘d head towards his parents house, you decided to go out for dinner with him. 
„(Y/N)-chan,“ Oikawa chirped, „let‘s take another picture!“
„Sure,“ you exclaimed happily, hugging him from behind as he was sitting in on the couch in front of you. 
„Just look at us,“ Oikawa said as he looked at the picture, „you would look better with me to be honest.“
„Shittykawa,“ Iwaizumi warned him.
„Oikawa, stop annoying him,“ you scolded him, having to act like a chaperone whenever they act out.
Iwaizumi knew exactly that Oikawa acted purposely as he wanted to get a reaction out of him. 
„We should leave,“ Iwaizumi said, „our Uber is here.“
„I‘ll just have to grab my jacket,“ you muttered as you were looking for it.
„I‘m ready,“ Oikawa exclaimed.
It was a short drive to the restaurant, where you enjoyed the dinner with your two favorite boys. Oikawa was telling you a bunch of stories about his time abroad and his plans regarding the future. Besides that, your night was filled with the usual back and forth between Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
„Should we walk back,“ you suggested, knowing that you need that walk after that huge meal.
„Sounds good,“ Iwaizumi smiled at you.
„Of course,“ Oikawa chirped. 
You were walking towards your apartment when Iwaizumi wanted to place his arm around your shoulder. However, Oikawa seemed to have the same thought, but he was quicker. He already had his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
Iwaizumi cleared his throat, getting yours and Oikawa‘s attention. Your boyfriend locked eyes with the latter, „care to explain why you have your arm wrapped around (Y/N)?“
„Come on, Iwa-chan,“ Oikawa said with an amused voice, „still jealous as ever!“
„I‘m not jealous,“ he replied drily.
„Oh, then there‘s nothing speaking against me having my arm around her,“ he sticked his tongue out, knowing EXACTLY how to get on Iwaizumi‘s nerves.
„Besides,“ Oikawa started, „I‘ve known her for a longer time!“
You turned your head towards the latter, chuckling as you remembered back.
„Oikawa,“ you started, „i‘ve met you guys on the same day!“
„Yeah, but I was the first one to speak to you,“ he remarked.
You rolled your eyes at him as you started laughing.
„You‘ll never change, Shittykawa,“ Iwaizumi sighed.
You finally arrived at your apartment, watching a movie before calling it a night. Since Oikawa had to wake up early to catch his train, you decided not to stay up too late. On the next morning, it was time to say goodbye.
„Enjoy your time with your family,“ you said, „we‘ll visit you next year!“
„You better,“ Oikawa laughed as he embraced you, giving you a goodbye hug.
„Take care of yourself,“ Iwaizumi said, „and tell your parents that we wish them happy holidays!“
„I will,“ Oikawa replied, hugging Iwaizumi.
„You gotta work on your jealousy,“ Oikawa whispered, making sure that only Iwaizumi hears his words.
„You better stop provoking me with that shit,“ Iwaizumi replied.
You waved goodbye as you watched Oikawa‘s retreating form before closing the door. 
You let out a breath as you turned around, being startled as Iwaizumi swiftly lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
„Hajime,“ you exclaimed, „what are you doing?“
„Oh,“ he chuckled, „you‘ll see.“
He walked towards your bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress and gazing at your body with a devilish expression. He got closer to the bed until his knees were flush against the bed‘s frame.
He wrapped his hand around your ankle, pulling you closer to him with one swift motion. You were now sitting at the end of the bed, hands placed on Iwaizumi‘s hip as you looked up at him. There was just something about the way he looked down at you with those hungry eyes.
You knew exactly what was going to happen and if you‘d be honest you‘d have to admit that you loved his jealous side. 
Because for Iwaizumi, there was only one way to get rid of his jealousy. It‘s simple and yet effective, he‘d just have to show you who you belong to.
You bit your lower lip as Iwaizumi placed his hand under your chin, lifting it up as he lowered his head. He pressed his lips against yours, relishing the feeling of your soft, plump lips. His hand moved to the side of your neck, his thumb softly caressing your cheek as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid over your lower lip, asking for entry, which you greedily allowed.
Iwaizumi straddled your lap, pushing you further down until you were pinned between him and the mattress. A soft moan escaped your lips once you felt his bulge grind against your wanting heat. 
„Mh, fuck don‘t keep those from me,“ he said in a low voice, wanting to hear more of those sweet sounds.
His hands slid under your shirt - well basically it‘s his, as you use it as a sleep shirt, hands trailing along your sides. His touch was light as he moved up, stopping once they reached your breasts.
His lips tugged into a smirk upon noting that you were wearing a thin bralette, using his thumbs to draw circles around your nips. Your hands wrapped around his wrists, moving your hips as you were searching for friction. 
„You want more baby?“ 
You nodded your head desperately, letting your fingers grace over his lower arm. 
„Come on, use your words,“ he breathed, fixing his eyes on your flushed face.
„Y-yeah,“ you moaned.
„Good girl,“ he praised, pushing his hands further up and removing the shirt. 
Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, pulling at it, „take it off,“ 
Iwaizumi did as you told, taking his shirt off and smirking down at you, feeling proud that after all this time you still look at his body in awe. He leaned down, leaning on his elbow as he kissed you fiercely, using his free hand to roam over your body.
At this point you were squirming beneath him, wanting needing to feel him inside of you.
Your left arm snaked around his torso, letting your nails run over his back while your other hand found its way into his hair. Just as you wanted to wrap your leg around his hip he stopped you, holding you in place with his hand. Iwaizumi parted, locking his eyes with yours, „who do you belong to?“
Your lips tugged into a playful smirk, „oh, I don‘t seem to remember,“
Iwaizumi‘s eyes seemed to darken, matching your playful smirk, „I guess I can help you with that.“
He closed the distance between you as he pressed his lips against you, kissing you hungrily. His hand moved south to where you wanted him the most, „fuck, already this wet?“
„You mean after all this teasing,“ you breathed against his lips, chuckling lightly.
Iwaizumi started to draw slow and firm circles around your clit as he felt your wetness seep through the thin material of your shorts. He simply pushed them aside, moving his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your entrance. You were moving your hips frantically as you needed more. 
Your pupils were blown, „Hajime, fuck, please stop teasing me,“ you managed to say.
„You want them inside of you?“
„Mh, yes,“ you breathed needily.
A loud gasp escaped your lips as he pushed two of his digits into your wet cunt, moving them steadily inside of you.
„Is that what you want, baby?“
You nodded your head, feeling too overwhelmed to answer.
„Come on, you know the rules,“ he said, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving your needing cunt empty.
„Y-yes,“ you whined, pleased once you felt his fingers back inside of your wanting heat.
„You‘re such a needy little slut,“ he said in amused tone, enjoying the view of your face as it contorts in pleasure.
„Your needy little slut,“ you corrected him in between moans.
„Fuck,“ he groaned. Your words were enough to let his cock throb.
He continued his ministrations, picking up the pace and watching your hips match his movements. He placed his other hand on your lower belly, drawing circles against your clit with his thumb.
„Just like that,“ he said, „be a good girl and come for me,“
You locked eyes with him, cursing him and his effect on you as you were coming closer to the edge.
„Ha-Hajime,“ You moaned his name, which through all the moans was incoherent. 
„Remember who you belong to,“ he asked, lips tugging into a smirk. 
„Y-you,“ you breathed.
„Look at you, you‘re such a good girl,“ he praised you, which was enough to finally push you over the edge.
He watched as your body convulsed as your orgasm washed over you, hands gripping the blanket beneath you. Iwaizumi slowed down his movements, giving you some time to come down from your high. However, his throbbing cock couldn‘t wait much longer, needing to feel you around him.
He used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and boxers down in a swift motion, freeing his cock out of its tight confines. You locked eyes with him, watching him smirk down at you, „fuck me, Hajime,“
That was all he needed to hear, not wasting any time he positioned himself at your entrance, using your juices that covered his digits to pump his cock before he finally pushed himself into you. Both of you moaned as he sank into you.
„You feel so good, baby,“ he groaned, relishing the feeling of your wet walls, „so, fucking wet,“ 
You wrapped your legs around his hips, snaking your arms around his broad shoulders and holding onto him as he picked up his pace. One of your hands tangled in his hair while he was propped up on his elbows as he was pounding his hips against yours. Moan after moan spilled over your lips as the lewd sounds filled your bedroom.
Profanities left his lips with each thrust wanting nothing else but to devour you, „you have the best little cunt!“
He picked up his pace, his cock was moving in and out of you at a fast pace. Iwaizumi leaned down, placing a soft kiss against your lips before deepening it. 
He felt your walls clamp down around his thick cock, signaling that you were nearing another orgasm. 
„Fuck, you‘re close already,“ he breathed against your lips.
„yeah,“ you moaned, moving your head as you felt him place a trail of kissed down to your neck.
He propped himself up, thrusting into your wet cunt at a steady pace, hitting your sweet spot deep within with each stroke. 
„Don‘t stop, fuck me just like that,“ you bit your lower lip as you locked your eyes, hands roaming over his well defined abs. 
You felt another wave of pleasure roll over you, digging your nails into his skin as you were about to cum. A loud moan left your mouth, as you were pushed over the edge. Iwaizumi focused on your exhausted expression, cheeks having a rosy tone as your body was trembling.
The sight of you coming undone was enough to push him over the edge as his orgasm washed over you, cumming deep inside of you and filling you up.
He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths as he was coming down from his high. Your hands were lightly running over his strong back.
„You alright,“ he mumbled against your skin.
„Yeah,“ you smiled, watching him as he lifted his head, placing a loving kiss on your lips.
„I‘ll make us some breakfast,“ he started, „and then we‘ll continue this little session.“
You chuckled, „seriously?“
„You really think that I‘m done with you?“
That‘s the remedy to his jealousy. He knows that he‘s the only one who gets to see you in such an intimate, vulnerable and lewd state. The only one who you‘d submit to and the only one who can turn you into a fucking mess. 
After all, you‘re his.
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sunshine-overload · 27 days
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[BSTS] Valentine’s Day 2024 ‘Ask Yourself’ Event Story
all chapters!
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Chapter 1
-rehearsal room-
saki: Hello everyone.
mizuki: Yo, we've been waitin' for you, Saki. Now everyone is here.
lico: And so? What did you call us here for?
mizuki: Because the next show is gonna be us, obviously!
lico: Really? But next is the Valentine's Day show, isn't it?
hinata: A team B solo show? Woohoo!
kongou: We performed for White Day last year, so this year we're doing Valentine's?
ran: Oo! I'm lookin' forward to what kinda song Heath comes up with.
saki: I'm sure your Valentine's show will be a blast.
mizuki: Of course. We're gonna go all out an—
lico: Stop right there.
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mizuki: Huh?
lico: I'm not letting this show end up like how White Day did last year. Women hold Valentine's Day in high regard, it's a special event for them, so there'll be no violence.
mizuki: What's your problem?
ran: C’mon, how about we hear Lico out? His idea might be just as excitin'!
mizuki: Tch, pain in the ass. Fine, what do you wanna do?
lico: Keep it simple obviously. A traditional Valentine's Day.
mizuki: Huuh?
lico: We'll put on a show that makes our feelings clear to all the ladies in the audience. Valentine's is the day of love after all. Right, Kotori-chan? You want to receive my love too don't you?
saki: Y-your love?
mizuki: Christ Lico, everything you just said is gross as hell. Besides there's no way we're gonna do some sappy shit like that anyways.
lico: Tch...
heath: ...Why not?
mizuki: Huh? I ain't putting on some show that looks like K or P's.
heath: I promise it'll still be a B show at its core. I won't waver. So let's do it, a 'Traditional Valentine's Day' overflowing with B's flair.
mizuki: B's flair you say... Well that's fine then. Let's show em who's boss.
lico: Wait, actually?
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mizuki: What, you're the one you suggested it.
lico: Yes but... No, nevermind.
ran: Sounds like its gonna be another fun B performance. Speakin' of, I have an idea of what to do for our special activity durin’ the event!
—end
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Chapter 2
-rehearsal room-
ran: Since it's a special show we should have a special activity too! So how about the guests make chocolate with us? Kongou's on our team yeah? So food related things are B's forte!
lico: How come you actually just said a normal idea right now? But, we can't be making the guests cook, right?
kongou: Having them make chocolate with us would be difficult, but decorating would be possible. For example, we can prepare chocolate cupcakes and decorate them with the customers. How does that sound?
ran: Ooh, that sounds fun!
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hinata: What kind of toppings will there be? Can I make some suggestions too?
kongou: Sure. We can brainstorm what would be good toppings to provide. If there's a larger variety I'm sure it'll be more fun.
hinata: Yay! Ok then umm, I'd like fruits, cream, cookies and marshmallows...
lico: We can't fit that many more extra tables in the restaurant. Well, whatever, how about we let the guests choose their toppings when they order? Then we can bring the stuff to their table and decorate the cupcakes there with them.
mizuki: What the fuck do we need to do all that for?
ran: What!? Ya don't think it sounds fun, Mizuki? What do ya think of my idea, Nee-chan?
saki: I think its great.
ran: Hell yeah, then it's decided! Ain't it fine, Mizuki?
mizuki: Fine...
lico: Huh? Seriously what's going on today? Everything is going so smoothly.
mizuki: Oh shut up, do you wanna do this shit or not?
lico: Well yes it's fine for now. Make sure you look forward to Valentine's, Kotori-chan.
-time pass, behind starless, day-
hinata (on phone): Hello? Hey listen to this! Valentine's Day is going to be a B solo performance! I wonder what it's going to be like~ I'm so hyped! Since I messed up last time I want to make sure I properly help out this time.
hinata (on phone): I can do it, I told you this already! I want to see my dream come true at this store. Ah crap, I forgot I need to call Iwa-san after this.
hinata (on phone): No he's been really mean to me~ Despite never even dropping by the store he keeps asking me to give him reports on what's going on... Yeah that's true, I know. I'll call you again soon then!
-hangs up-
hinata: Aah~! I really can't wait to see B's show~!
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Chapter 3 
-shopping centre-
hinata: I'm so excited to be here shopping with you all~!
lico: Sigh... Why'd we have to bring the whole family shopping.
kongou: Because I'd like to have a nice variety of toppings. You being here is a big help, Lico. We all went shopping like this for White Day last year too didn't we? And before that...
heath: We also went shopping for New Year's and Halloween.
kongou: Yeah. It's like it's become tradition for us to go out as a group for our seasonal performances.
mizuki: Oi, where's the meat section at?
ran: They're doin' taste tests of fried stuff over there!
lico: Hold up, what does meat have to do with anything? We're here to get toppings to put on top of cupcakes with our fans... Jeez, oh, these are cute.
kongou: How about we get them? Though, if they were a little smaller they would be easier to put on a cupcake.
lico: Hmm.
heath: I found something we can use so I'm putting it in the trolley.
kongou: Sure, thanks.
mizuki: Oi Kongou, you're just buying sweet shit, candy ain't gonna fill anyones stomach.
kongou: Well of course it's all sweet. There's going to be special Valentine's menu items.
mizuki: Tch, pain in the ass. Then you shoulda just come shopping on your own.
kongou: Well that may be true...
lico: You're the one who wanted to tag along in the first place, Mizuki. Instead of complaining how about you pick out some toppings too?
mizuki: Oh, they're doing taste tests over there!
-mizuki runs off-
hinata: What, meat!?
-hinata runs after him-
ran: Guess it can't be helped. I gotta go make sure Mizuki doesn't eat too much!
-ran runs after them-
lico: He says yet he just wants to eat the meat too... It always ends up like this, that lot really are just a bunch of damn kids.
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heath: ...This outcome was predictable.
kongou: Oh well, let's pick out the toppings ourselves.
—end
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Chapter 4
-street, day-
ran: Alrighty, all the additional shoppin' should be done now.
-phone rings-
ran: Hm?
ran (on phone): Heya, it's me. Yeah, I'm on my way back now.
ran (on phone): Ooh, so somethin' finally came up. Yeah, be there in a moment.
-alleyway, day-
underling: Good work out there.
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ran: Man~ And here I was lookin' forward to participatin’ in the cupcake trial after finishin’ my errands.
underling: My bad, bro.
ran: I’m jokin' don't worry bout it. And so? What happened?
underling: Well...
-thug explains situation to ran-
ran: I see...
underling: Yeah. There's evidence of them being drowned, however any info about who they were working for has been scrubbed clean. 
ran: Hmm. That's not a good sign.
underling: Um, bro... Looking into this any further is dangerous. Please hear me out, I suggest you come back already.
ran: What? What happened for ya to say somethin' like that?
underling: Well, I received a message from the boss... He said that if you're going to keep doing whatever you want, then he'll have to remind you of your place. So let's give up on this already! We can't have you losing face before you become the head.
ran: Dummy. I can't back down now.
underling: But...!
ran: I started this. If I don't see it through to the end then I can't take responsibility for it. Even as things are now, I'm still able to properly assess the situation. Tell my old man that I know what I'm doin'.
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—end
(tl note: if you’re confused about who drowned check the xmas story chapter 4)
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Chapter 5
-street, day-
saki: (Hm? Is that Ran-san over there? I wonder if he's on his way to Starless.)
-saki walks over to him-
saki: Hello, Ran-san.
ran: The fuck ya want?
saki: Woah...
-ran realises who it is-
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ran: Oh! My bad, it was just you Nee-chan! I was just a little on edge.
saki: .....
saki: Did something happen?
ran: It's nothin' ya need to worry about. Sorry for scaring ya. Oh right! As an apology let me invite ya to the Valentine's trial event! We're gonna be testin' out all sorts of toppings, sounds fun right?
saki: Sure, If I wouldn't be interfering.
ran: Of course ya wouldn't be, we'd love to hear your opinions too!
saki: Yes.
ran: I was actually just out doin' some extra shoppin'. I got some chocolate pens and chocolate sprinkles, stuff like that. See?
saki: Wow... You sure bought a lot.
ran: Uwah!
saki: W-what's the matter?
ran: Lico told me to buy some dried fruits! I forgot~ I gotta head back to the shops. Sorry, ya should come with me, Nee-chan! 
-ran grabs saki’s hand-
saki: Wah.
ran: Hm? What's up?
saki: Your hand is ice cold, Ran-san...
ran: ...Oh, you’re right.
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saki: Are you ok? If you're not feeling well then...
ran: Ahaha, sorry that must've surprised ya. It's super cold today that's all! Your hand is nice and warm though. Could I keep holdin' it like this?
saki: I don't mind...
ran: Yay! Then let's get goin'! Once our Valentine’s show begins, let's make some chocolate together, ok?
—end
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Chapter 6
-backstage-
saki: Good work on the show everyone, it was lots of fun.
ran: Ooh Nee-chan! Thanks for comin' to greet us~ We really put on a great show didn't we!
mizuki: Did you see that, Saki? B's the best ain't we?
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lico: As always.
heath: But we really did put on an exciting show.
lico: I suppose. I feel like I was properly able to convey my feelings to our fans this year.
kongou: It was our opening show though, so it was a bit nerve wracking. It looks like a lot of guests ordered the cupcakes too, I'm glad.
ran: Well it was my idea after all, of course it's successful!
lico: Even though it was basically only Kongou and I that selected the toppings. What about you, Kotori-chan? Did you enjoy decorating your cupcake?
saki: Yes, I loved it. There were so many toppings to choose from, I'm already wondering how I'll decorate the next one.
lico: Right?
mizuki: Shut up, quit looking at her all mushy like that. Though, the cake didn't taste that bad I guess.
lico: You just let the guests do all the decorating, didn't you?
mizuki: Excuse me? I supervised.
kongou: Well, as long as the guests are pleased that's what's most important.
-hinata appears-
hinata: Good job everybody! Today's show was amazing, it was the best! B are the coolest ever!
mizuki: Of course.
hinata: Man, I wanted to tell you what I thought the moment you got off the stage~
saki: Did something happen?
hinata: Well y'see, there were just so many chocolate cupcake orders that I had to deal with, so I got here a little late.
kongou: I'm thankful.
ran: If it's that popular we'll surely get a bonus, right!
—end
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Chapter 7
-behind starless, night-
heath (on phone): Hello. I'm done for today. Thank you again.
heath (on phone): This much is nothing, I'm fine.
heath (on phone): That has nothing to do with this. They're all songs that I've created up until now using my own words. And that will not change.
heath (on phone): Yeah, see you.
-heath hangs up-
-ginsei walks up-
ginsei: Good work today, Heath. Could I speak with you a moment? Or wait, are you heading home?
heath: What is it?
ginsei: The script for your show was great. You handle all the script preparations yourself, right?
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heath: Yeah, I do.
ginsei: The vibe of each of your shows has changed multiple times. Like with 'Idaten' and 'No Longer Human' for example... 'No Longer Human' especially portrayed a more sensitive side... It had charm and was interesting to watch.
heath: ...Thanks.
ginsei: And so I wanted to ask, was that—
heath: Is that all? I'd like to go home now. See you.
ginsei: Ah, wait.
-heath leaves-
ginsei: What’s up with him...
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-outside shrine, night-
heath: Me... And B's songs... No, not yet…
—end
(tl note: Heath’s dialogue is extremely vague here idk what he’s talking about either hdjsj)
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Chapter 8 
-backstage-
saki: Congratulations on the closing show, everyone.
lico: Thanks for watching, Kotori-chan.
mizuki: Hey Saki, we put on another kickass show didn't we?
saki: Yes, it was amazing. Thank you for the wonderful Valentine's gift.
mizuki: Nice!
heath: I'm glad my feelings were conveyed.
saki: You too Kongou-san, good work.
kongou: Thanks. It was a bit hectic but I'm glad we got to the closing show without incident. It may have been due to how busy we were, but Hinata behaved himself too, unlike during the Christmas show. I'm glad to see he's reflected on his actions.
ran: Nee-chan! Did you enjoy our Valentine's gift?
saki: Yes, it was really fun.
ran: I'm glad. I still have so much further to go. If you think this is our limit then you're sorely mistaken.
saki: Hm?
ran: Ya think so too right? That Ran-chan's capable of way more.
saki: Y-yes. But your show tonight was already wonderful.
ran: Thanks! It's because of ya support that we were so fired up for the closin’ show. It's Valentine's, so I'm glad we could repay your kindness!
mizuki: Huh? Valentine's has got nothing to do with it. Whenever it is and whoever it is, once we've accepted it, B will pay it back in full.
ran: Hahah, true! No matter if its a debt or a grudge. Well anyways, Nee-chan! Make sure ya keep supportin’ us lots and lots!
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kira-fluff · 2 years
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I saw your “enemies to lovers” and I was wondering if you could do one for Oikawa, Kageyama and Tsukishima please.
a/n: of course i will continue to write my most favoritest trope in the whole wide world it is flawless and lovely and beautiful that being said i feel like this is shit but it is what it is tw: swearing, suggestive
enemies to lovers - haikyuu!! x reader
oikawa tooru you hate him because he's so. fucking. arrogant.
it wasn't fair that god seemed to bless some people with more beautiful faces regardless of whether they deserved it or not. why is he so pretty? his personality is shit. you reasoned that perhaps in order to be good-looking you must be as equally intolerable. you took it upon yourself to knock oikawa down a few pegs whenever you could. he deserved it, what with his carefree attitude and conceited behavior. you cringed at all the fan girls that surrounded him. sure he was attractive, but you only wished they would open their eyes and realize how badly they were being deceived by his "happy-go-lucky" nature that secretly hid a dark, sinister, evil side. you tried to rant to your friends but they'd always stop you saying he "wasn't that bad".. but it was clear that they just didn't seem to see oikawa for the piece of shit that he really was! his stupid, shit-eating grin and his gross, fluffy, beautiful, luscious hair were annoying in and of itself, but then he always seemed to get a kick out of making you the butt of all his flirtacious jokes.
"hi-hi, y/n-chan~ you'll come cheer me on at my next match, won't you?"
you deadpanned, "i'd rather die."
you heard his friend, iwaizumi hajime, let out a loud laugh (he seemed alright to you) while oikawa's obnoxious, whiny voice said, "sO mEaN iWa-ChAN!!" he deserved it. stupid, annoying oikawa.
the thing that annoyed you most is how he seemed to always carry himself like he was so much better than you. as if being a volleyball player and the captain of the team made him fucking GOD or something. it made you despise sports altogether - it was just so common to see athletes who were so full of themselves act like they're the greatest thing to ever fucking exist. so you had never went to a single game aoba johsai played - of any sport - but especially volleyball. you rolled your eyes as you studied in the library, hearing the loud, bothersome cheers coming from the gymnasium during their matches. sometimes you even heard an "oikawa-saaaan~~~" which made you nearly gag. why did girls even like him? his personality alone was the least attractive thing you'd ever seen in your entire life and he was not that handsome. in fact, his shitty personality immediately made him go from maybe a 7 to a 1. or a negative number, if you could rate him so. it was so annoying! you felt bad for all of them - using their money to buy him gifts and giving their hearts to him only for him to crush them by dating them for a week or just flat-out rejecting them. you'd think after the first few times it happened that they'd learn their lesson but after so long they still trailed after him like lost puppies. you pitied them, really.
you were interrupted from your trance by the clearing of a throat. you looked up to see the fucker himself, oikawa tooru. you weren't in the mood for good graces so you glowered at him, muttering a low, "what."
he smirked at you like he knew something you didn't, "just reminding you my game is tonight."
you sighed, your eyebrows narrowing further, "it's not just your game, it's aoba johsai's game. and like i'd ever go to watch you."
he leaned closer to you, his stupid cologne fumes getting in your nose. "are you sure, y/n-chan~?"
you rolled your eyes, "positive. now please leave me alone."
he huffed, "why don't you-"
"obsess over you? cry for your attention? wet my pants when i see you?" you interrupted.
he begrudgingly muttered, "i was going to say, like me.."
you scoffed, "why don't i like you?" your voice was getting louder now, "maybe because you're an arrogant piece of shit who only thinks about himself!"
his eyes widened, then narrowed. his voice grew low, "...you don't know me."
you laughed, "pretty sure i do, actually."
you moved closer to you, "you barely even look at me, much less show up to any of the school's games. i think we both know who the arrogant one is. 'oh i'm so special! i'm not like those other girls! i'm so quirky and amazing because i pride myself on not giving a shit when in reality all i ever am is angry at the world because if i were gone no one would even notice!'"
you blink back tears, "..you're a piece of shit." you ground out the words, wiping hastily at your eyes.
he smirked sardonically, "again, you barely even know me. you don't know the first thing about me. i bet i know more about you than you know about me."
"really? what with the way you advertise every moment of your life, i find that hard to believe!" you jeered.
"wanna bet?" he placed his hands dramatically on his hips.
you sighed, "well, for starters, you think you're better than everyone else because you play volleyball and you're slightly good-looking if you squint and you have good grades because then you can brag about them and your friends all make fun of you."
he raised an eyebrow, "that's all?"
"there's not much else, you're pretty shallow."
he swallowed thickly, "well i know that you like to pretend that you're better than everyone else just because you pretend that everything everyone else likes is uncool in comparison to you sitting by yourself all lonely and sad. you like to look down on other people for being conceited and you hate sports because you think that anyone who plays a sport must be oh so arrogant or else your theory that me being a piece of shit will be proven wrong. you try hard in every aspect of your life but you don't want other people to notice because you so desperately want others to validate you for completing things flawlessly and without any struggle. you are afraid that other people will see the real you so you pretend to be someone you're not. you think others don't notice the way you cry if you get below an A on your test and you secretly love volleyball even if you pretend you hate it. you think no one notices when you fall asleep in the library because you were studying so hard you passed out."
you blinked in surprise. "thats-"
he continued, "you almost fainted after midterms. you were pale like a ghost. you suck at taking care of yourself and you suck even more at pretending you hate the things you like. you're so..."
you looked at him up and down, "annoying?"
he shook his head. "i was going to say beautiful."
"you're so full of shit."
he rolled his eyes, "would you rather i'd said 'ugly'?"
"that'd be a compliment coming from you." you smirked.
he averted his eyes, "well that's the last time i ever compliment you."
"like you even meant it! you're a flirt. you manipulate people to get what you want."
"i do not!"
"yes you do! you play with their hearts until you've had your fill of their attention." you sighed, "it's no wonder iwaizumi calls you 'shittykawa'."
oikawa huffed, then grabbed you by the arm, rushing you into a deserted classroom.
you glared up at him, eyes radiating pure malice. "i hate you."
oikawa's eyes traveled downward before snapping up again to your eyes. his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, his eyes growing hazy. the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. the strangest part is that you didn't pull away. in fact, instead of feeling strong disgust, you found yourself leaning into his touch as his hand found purchase on your cheek and jawbone. oikawa lightly slid his tongue over your lip, gaining entrance into your mouth where the two of you battled for dominance. in the end it was he who won, though you swore it was only because you so desperately needed air. as you pulled away, a string of spit strung between your lips. you were no longer glaring, instead, you wore a dopey expression of surprise and desire, though his expression was no different. his pupils were blown so wide you could see your own reflection in them. yet, his eyebrows were also creased, as if in pain.
then he said words you thought you'd never hear him say.
"i'm sorry."
you opened your mouth to speak but he continued.
"i'm sorry i haven't done that sooner." he winked, before walking away, leaving you enraged and chasing after him. there wasn't anything else that needed to be said between you - the kiss said it all.
kageyama tobio you hate him because he hates you.
you weren't one to judge someone for having a resting bitch face but you were convinced this guy genuinely hated your guts. he seemed to radiate hatred whenever you were around. if you turned toward him, his expression immediately soured.
so, you decided two could play at that game and from then forward, a silent game ensued. you weren't sure how many of the rules kageyama understood or was aware of but you were certain of one thing: you weren't going to lose.
when engaging in eye contact, the first to change their expression even a little bit loses
if you make the other laugh, it's an automatic win
no talking whatsoever
they weren't difficult rules to abide by, except when you had the burning need to trade a few insults with him. the strangest thing is that you never seemed to hear he was talking bad about you. you thought for sure by now you'd hear all the sorts of things he'd be saying about you to his teammates but so far you hadn't heard a thing. you assumed they must just be very close-lipped individuals or that kageyama must not have many friends (which is definitely a possibility if you're being honest). even though you're sworn to hatred of your nemesis, that thought made you a little sad. but you were sworn enemies, you told yourself, because he hated you. it upset you that you weren't sure why he disliked you.. and it bothered you even more that he refused to talk to you about it. perhaps you had made him upset about something. still, you recalled the time you tried to go up to him to talk to him about it - you called out his name - only for him to take one look at you before completely ignoring you and turning around, walking away. that set you on the path to hating him from then on. still, it made you sad that he refused to talk to you about it.
it wasn't until second-year when the two of you shared the same homeroom when you were surprised to see that maybe he was finally forgiving you. after you'd gave him an eraser to borrow, he smiled a little and quietly said, "thank you." another time you scored a perfect 100% on your test and he awkwardly said, "g-g-g-good job." it sort of threw you off that it took him so much effort to say it, like giving you a compliment was some sort of chore, but you were glad that he was at least trying to be nice now.
"y/n?"
you turned in surprise, greeted by kageyama tobio himself. you raised an eyebrow in question.
he continued, "w-would y-you want to g-go on a date with me?"
you blinked in surprise. "w-what?" was he joking?
his face was quite flushed now as he averted his gaze, "n-nevermind."
you made a noise of hesitation, "wait, you don't hate me?"
it was his turn to blink in surprise, ".....hate you?" he turned his head to the side in confusion. "i...i don't hate you.."
your expression only grew more confused. this didn't make any sense. he always glares at you when you walk by... right?
what you didn't know is that each time he turned away from you, it was to hide his raging, red blush. each time he frowned at you, it was in an attempt to calm his beating hard, so rapid it was nearly about to come out of his chest. kageyama was much more confused of his emotions than anyone else.
tsukishima kei you hate him because he's rude and mean and RUDE.
leave it to tsukishima fucking kei to shit on your parade. you were notorious around school for being "miss sunshine" - the light of class 1-A: you tried to be as positive as possible.
"tsukishima-kun, look, this week there's going to be an event for your volleyball club to raise funds! isn't that so exciting?" he only deadpanned at you before replying, "acting excited doesn't make the job any less of a hassle." not only was he a huge buzzkill, but he was also just a huge meanie! a big jerk! you tried everything from searching for hobbies that might motivate him to even blackmail (which went about as well as you could expect) to try to get him to like you.
to make matters worse, he was a wiz at school which made every time you got a test back the bane of your existence. no matter how hard you tried to hide your score, you'd always catch the little sneer sent your way from the blonde boy. you sank in your seat as you took in the "F" on the top of your paper. tears welled up in your eyes as you turned around and stuck out your tongue. he'd only smirk in that rude, mean way he does while mouthing, "dummy". so, you decided, you'd hate him. you'd hate him so much that you would purposefully try to irritate him as much as possible. it brought you immense joy to see the irritation on his face as you'd poke him or jeer at him. it was a side none of your classmates had seen before - you weren't any less positive, but you definitely got a big kick out of pushing tsukishima's buttons. anything that would annoy tsukki was fair game. that meant calling him "tsukki" or "kei" whenever you got the chance. you also made a point of being extra loud in the morning when he was yawning and grinning a wide smile at him while he glared at you. if there was a moment during your breaks where tsukki had accomplished something, you'd smack his back extra hard while "complimenting" him with sayings like, "wow, as expected from Glasses Guy!" (another one of his least favorite nicknames). the spectacle amused your classmates and even encouraged you, much to tsukishima's dismay. but that's what he gets for being such a bully to you. sometimes he'd purposefully move things in the classroom to higher shelves when he knew you'd need to reach for them and couldn't. you'd always turn around and glare at him before sticking your tongue out.
as much as tsukki hated to admit it, a lot of what he thought about consisted of you. how he was going to annoy you or pay you back for what you'd done. but it was because you were so annoying - a huge dummy - he reasoned, that he couldn't ignore you. the way you ran around trying so hard and failing like a little mouse was amusing as it was equally obnoxious. he reasoned that maybe this was the reason he found himself becoming less bothered with you and actually beginning to enjoy your company - if that was even possible.
don't get him wrong, you were still extremely annoying. like that time you'd stood and talked with a second-year for what felt like hours during lunch, twirling your hair around your finger and smiling like an idiot. and then you started to giggle and covered your mouth which was something you never did around him (you usually laughed as loud as possible). it was disgusting, the way you flirted so openly with a guy, to his knowledge, you barely knew at all. so, he decided he'd put a stop to the spectacle that was definitely making everyone else as equally irritated as him. he stood up and walked over - visibly towering over the second-year - and stared him down. the loser seemed to catch the hint because he mumbled some excuse before retreating into the hallway.
"that was really mean of you, tsukki," you huffed.
tsukishima rolled his eyes, long-since given up on correcting your nickname (and strangely he didn't find that he disliked it too much anymore), "i thought i might throw up if i see anymore that."
you glowered at him, "anymore of what, tsukki?"
he narrowed his eyes, "you know what you were doing."
you puffed out your cheeks in the way that you knew bothered him because he looked away, his ears turning red - from anger, of course. "that's not fair!"
he raised an eyebrow, challenging you, "what isn't fair about anything that i said? do i need to spell it out for the dummy?" he grinned sardonically.
you scrunched your nose, "s-shut up, tsukki! you're so mean! what have i ever done to you?!"
tsukishima was already feeling anger boil up in him, "what haven't you done? just you being around is a chore in and of itself."
you blinked. he swallowed as your eyes turned glassy. you voice was only above a whisper as you replied, "then i guess i'll just stop bothering you." and then you turned around and ran.
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the following week you ignored tsukishima. not that he really went out of his way to talk to you, you noticed. it had always been you going up to him and making a point to bother him. the thought saddened you - you hadn't even realized how much he hated you. and that thought angered you more. you decided from that point forward to ignore anything he did, unless to provide a scathing remark - just to give him a taste of his own medicine.
what you hadn't noticed is tsukishima's gaze that so often wandered over to you.
to be honest, he admired how hard you worked... for him, it wasn't necessarily an "effort" he put in rather than raw talent when it came to school. it's why, he reasoned, he'd so often catch himself staring at you while you nodded at the teacher mid-lecture, faithfully highlighting your notes. only for you to fail the test the next day. unfortunately you seemed to be more aware than he thought because you'd always catch him looking, but thankfully seemed to write it off as an insult because you'd always stick out that damn tongue of yours. the first time you'd stuck out your tongue he found himself swallowing like an idiot, entranced. so irritating.. you always did such unnecessary things.
he did feel bad for what he said to you. he was aware of his habit of saying this he didn't entirely mean. and well, what he said couldn't have been further from the truth.
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you blanched.
"in order to get your grades up, i decided to make the decision to get you a tutor." you teacher grinned.
you heard the familiar, annoyed sigh and knew immediately who it was. you teacher smiled a little wider, "tsukishima-kun here owes me a little favor," she clasped her hands together, "so here we are."
tsukki rolled his eyes before meeting your own, mouthing, "thanks a lot." you frowned at him. this was going to be a long semester.
as soon as your teacher left, you slumped down into one of the library chairs, groaning. he sneered, "you're acting like you're the one suffering here."
you glared at him, "trust me, i am."
"funny, you're not the one trying to teach the idiot calculus."
"'m not an idiot, shitty-shima"
he laughed, "that's a new one."
"just get this over with."
he rolled his eyes, "believe me, i don't want to be here any more than you do."
strangely enough, though, tsukishima was a faithful teacher. he seemed to be patient enough in explaining each of the mathematical concepts that continued to stump you. sure, there wasn't a bit of encouragement when you answered something correct, but at least he didn't make fun of you when you answered something incorrectly this time. in fact, he reasoned that the areas where you messed up were common misconceptions. almost like he was trying to comfort you. almost.
it had barely felt like an hour when tsukki looked at the clock and sighed, saying that he was going to be late for practice if you didn't stop there. it had really been almost three hours already? despite yourself, you found yourself thanking him bashfully to which he nodded in response.
out of the blue he said, "about before," he sighed, "sorry."
your eyes widened in surprise. you blinked before abruptly asking, "hey, tsukki?"
"hm?"
"why... why do you hate me?"
he raised an eyebrow, "..hate you?"
you scoffed, "well you don't exactly make it subtle."
you stared down at you, his expression serious, "i don't hate you."
you smacked his arm lightly, "you don't have to lie."
he caught your hand, peering into your eyes, "i'm not lying."
you don't know what possessed you to say what you said next.
"prove it."
he swallowed thickly before taking your arms in his and diving swiftly, kissing you deeply. it felt strangely familiar, like something you'd felt before, yet had been deprived of your entire life. most of all, it felt right - something that scared you, knowing that only moments ago you believed he was the last person you'd ever want to kiss. and yet here you were, panting, eyes blown wide, and completely entranced.
he was so confusing, but you were willing to spend your entire life trying to solve the puzzle that was tsukishima kei.
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oranoyaora · 5 months
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mended
iv. anew
ft. timeskip!oikawa tooru
warning(s): I don’t think there are any?
notes: ummm so I haven’t written for like months and I’m sorry??? idk if I should leave it at that, or keep going? (mended ch. list)
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You had been stunned. You weren't expecting Oikawa to answer you, so when he did, you truly didn't know what to do next.
Silence.
"Look," you started, "I know it's been a really long time since we last talked, but..."
You really had no idea what to say.
"Um... I- sorry I..." you shook your head, brows furrowing as you sighed.
Silence followed again.
You looked down at your feet trying to remind yourself to be grounded and not chicken out. You finally got to this moment, and now you felt like running away and hiding under the covers of your comfortable bed.
You should've prepared more, you told yourself.
But really, how were you actually supposed to do that? You've worked yourself up so much, so many times just to get to where you are now.
"That's ok."
Your head whipped back up at Oikawa's response. That was much better than what you had initially imagined how it was going to go. The next sentence he threw at you almost made you stop breathing for a moment.
"I'm just really glad to hear your voice again."
You let out a sigh of relief. The unease you had felt going into this moment started to vanish. Oikawa's receptiveness made you start to let your guard down.
"Did I wake you," you asked softly.
"No," Oikawa rasped.
You silently chuckled, "You liar, I did, didn't I? I'm sorry."
"No, no, no, it's fine," the setter replied hastily.
Oikawa muttered something that you couldn't make out, prompting you to ask him what he said.
"I, uh, it's nothing," he shrugged, "I was just saying that I don't mind because it's you."
That made the corners of your lips tug up. He ended mumbling that last bit, but you could easily understand what he said.
"I'm really sorry for not keeping in touch, I-"
"Don't worry," Oikawa cut you off, "Iwa-chan had told me you were going through some things."
Your heart stopped for a second, "Did he tell you exactly what those things were?"
"No, he said that you would let me know when you were ready."
"Ah," you breathed, "ok."
"But, y/n..."
Oh how you missed your name being called out by him. Oikawa always had a teasing tone in his voice when he called you by your name. But this time, the teasing tone was absent. There was a tenderness that painted out the sound and syllables of your name.
"It's been almost two years... are you ok?"
Such a simple question. You knew Oikawa was being very careful. He was typically very nosy, but he was also very perceptive. That question cloaked a million other questions that Oikawa wanted ask.
It almost brought out some stray tears that had remained within you.
You smiled somberly, "I am now."
A comforting silence fell upon you two.
You're not sure what it was, but things were finally feeling right. Even after two years of not communicating with each other, you and Oikawa still seemed to be on the same page.
"Um," you were still a bit hesitant, "I also wanted to let you know that I found a job in Brazil."
This was definitely news. At first, Oikawa was excited to be in closer proximity to you after years of being thousands of miles apart. But then he realized that that bastard would be coming with you. Oikawa's excitement fizzled into something bitter.
The bitterness inside got the better of him.
"Oh, that's great," he quipped, "and I'm guessing what's-his-face is comin-"
"He's not in the picture anymore," you shut up Oikawa.
"Oh..."
That was all you had to say. Oikawa tried filling in the blanks, but didn't push you further. Don't get him wrong, Oikawa was definitely shocked. But the selfish part of him found a silver lining in your situation.
"Anyways," you softly deflected, "I just thought it would be nice to meet up when we both have the time."
The silver lining being the second chance that Oikawa never thought he was going to ever get. The initial bitterness he felt reverted back to excitement.
Oikawa sat up, propping himself against the headboard of his bed, "Yes."
He thinks he might've said that too quickly.
"I mean, uh, yeah," he tried to smoothly play it off, "just let me know when you get to Brazil, and I'll find time for you."
That last bit made you smile again.
"Oh, I, uh, forgot to mention that I'm already living in Brazil," you sheepishly said.
"Oh," Oikawa started, "well, that's perfect."
"Really?" You raised your eyebrows.
"Yeah," he said before whispering, "really perfect."
You were glad that the two of you were only on a phone call. If Oikawa saw how bashful you looked now, he would ruin the mood with his endless teasing.
On the other end, Oikawa fell into a dreamy state. He couldn't believe this was real. It wasn't until now did he realize how much he yearned to talk to you again.
Knowing that you currently live in the same continent as him made Oikawa nearly evaporate. What were the odds that you suddenly appeared so close to him when the two of you seemed like strangers.
"Ok," you felt a little giddy, "well I'll let you go since it's late."
"I don't mind," the setter bluntly stated.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Oikawa reassured you, "I have the day off tomorrow anyways."
"Ah, but I don't want to take up time during your day off-"
"Y/n."
"Yes?"
"I'm telling you that I want to stay up and talk to you," Oikawa resolutely stated.
You paused before attempting to convince Oikawa that you wanted to respect his time again.
He wanted to do these things for you. When was the last time someone had done that for you? Oikawa desired to stay up late because he got to talk to you and hear your voice. Because it's you.
Something pleasant bubbled up inside you as a grin broke out onto your face. You're glad Oikawa made it clear to you. Why?
... because you both ended up talking until the sun started to rise.
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gatitties · 1 year
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Problem
Manager Miniseries
─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader
─ Summary: Aoba's boys have a problem and you get their attention by trying to help your friend
─ Warnings: oikawa
0 > 1
It's not like a 'story' itself, so it won't have an ending as such, although there is some continuity in some chapters, it can be read separately, the numbering is just for convenience!
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"Ahh, Iwa-chan that hurts!"
He took his hands to the affected area, caressing it to try to soothe the pain caused by the fist of his best friend who had an irritation mark on his forehead, he was tired of his captain's nonsense.
“Stop teasing Kentaro you piece of shit."
While the duo of friends continued arguing, two other third-year boys laughed as they commented on things they saw on their phones, apparently they were memes. Kentaro was gripping a volleyball too tightly, he was frowning, surely frustrated by Oikawa's words and not being able to beat the team's ace, he began to mercilessly hit the ball against the wall. The first years boys, well, Kunimi was sleeping lying on one of the benches while Kindaichi desperately tried to wake him up by making all sorts of strange sounds. Yahaba and Watari were practicing at the back of the court, watching as chaos succumbed to their beautiful team, surely they were praying that the punishment would not be too much when the coach returned from attending to his business.
The echo of the door resounded above all the commotion, everyone froze when they saw the terrifying smile of their coach, they didn't know what awaited them but surely from their teacher's face it was not good at all.
"We have to talk."
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"Repeat to me why I have to go."
"Because it will be super cool! Besides, you didn't like sports or something?"
"No."
"Well, it doesn't matter, you have to come with me, please!"
She begged grabbing your forearms, shaking you from side to side, her insistence winning this time, letting a long, dramatic breath slide past your lips.
"Fine, fine, but only because I have nothing to do."
"You never have anything to do."
"Shut up."
The happiest girl squealed excitedly thinking of the thousands of ways to declare herself to her supposed crush. You two walked to the gym, you calmly with your hands in your pockets while yawned and the other in a messy bundle that tried to calm down by pressing the folds of her skirt.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Why!? Haven't you heard what I've been telling you at recess?"
"Not much, you know I was concentrating on eating, priorities."
Your classmate sighed exhausted, explaining everything again but in a more summarized way, after a few minutes you found out that she wanted to declare herself with a beautiful and emotional love letter. Too typical. You arrived at the gym where the Seijoh men's volleyball team practiced, the surprise was seeing many girls sitting there, at least it was surprising for you.
'Since when have all these people been such fanatic?'
You sat next to another group who were whispering something about a cute boy, chocolates, and love.
'It's Valentine's Day and I haven't heard? Wait a second… did I feed the cat?! Mom is going to-'
A lot of high-pitched screams hit your eardrum being dragged off by a pack of what seemed to be crazy female fans. You looked for your friend to realize that she was among all the young women, exhausted, you left there waiting for the circle to dissipate so that you could return home with your classmate. You couldn't see it until a boy with strangely spiky hair brought out the man who was apparently being harassed by the previous group who now looked disillusioned, among them was your friend who was holding the letter tightly in front of her chest. You sighed heavily when you saw the girl's expression, you looked for a second at the letter and the boy who was dragged as if he were a scolded son, the other girls had already left practically disappointed.
"Bring me that."
You grabbed the letter from your friend without letting her react in time when you started walking in the opposite direction.
"N-don't wait n-"
You ignored her, you were already only a few steps away from the boy, when you were close enough you touched his shoulder to get his attention, although you not only caught his attention, but also all the people who were there due to the discussion of the men who was stopped by you.
"Hey, I'm so sorry but he's busy."
The spiky-haired boy seemed quite tired of these situations, he really should have been paid for having to put up with all these messes.
"Iwa-chan don't be mean, she's just a cute fan."
Iwaizumi clicked his tongue letting go of his captain, waiting to one side, holding back the urge to hit his 'beloved' captain's head again, he crossed his arms watching his friend smile falsely at you who remained by his side, looking silent interaction.
"What do you need darling?"
"This is stupid" you whispered, placing your fingers on the bridge of your nose "Here, it's from her."
You pointed to your friend who was walking clumsily over there with her face red as a tomato.
“I-I-I'm sorry, s-she usually very direct."
She gave a small curtsy to the jock duo, who looked at the newcomer in confusion while you yawned scratching the top of your head.
"Hey, I did you a favor."
"It was supposed to be a romantic scene!"
"Huh? That's stupid, besides, do you even know him enough to fall in love? He seems a bit of an idiot."
An arrow stuck into Oikawa's body while Iwaizumi enjoyed the moment, he didn't know you but he already liked you.
"O-Of course I do! He's nice I just know!"
She gasped moving her arms from side to side, exaggerating her point, you just rolled your eyes slightly pushing your friend away for leave the gym.
"I'll pretend I believe you just because I want to go home."
You walked away from her taking out your phone to answer some messages, leaving your friend in a mess next to her crush, after other apologies and bows, she ran after you to catch up with. The boys' volleyball team was silent for a few moments, watching as you two walked out the door remembering the talk they had earlier with their coach.
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"We have to talk." most of them remained static "you are an excellent team on the court but the training sessions are beyond me, not to mention the constant problems you cause." they all looked at each other, sharing complicit glances "Until you find a manager who can put up with your nonsense and knows how to control you, I won't plan any practice matches again."
Silence reigned throughout the court and was not broken until people interested in the sport, or a certain popular boy, began to enter.
They had a problem.
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