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shibaraki · 5 months
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AN OBSERVER OF LONGING ┊ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
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synopsis: with a few days remaining, the five of you run from Tooru and Hajime's impending departure for a little longer—and tackle some unearthed feelings along the way.
tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, childhood best friends to lovers, romantic + sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of casual physical affection, sharing a bed, angst + fluff, masturbation, festivals, alcohol consumption (everyone) + smoking (makki), yay love confessions, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual smut, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (reader rec.)
wc: 18K
↳ written in three days while in my feels and on new medication: for the komorebi collab hosted by yours truly lmao ↰
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Like most impulsive plans it stemmed from a tipsy throwaway comment. Ruddy cheeks, the warm, honey tinge of whiskey on his breath, Hajime’s lips came loose. 
“We should go somewhere together,” he’d said, ensconced by the booth cushions. Your gaze met meaningfully across the table, half lidded and dopey. Even as Issei’s arm wrestled its way around his neck and jostled him, wrangled him closer with the promise of teasing, Hajime had not looked away from you. 
“Oh! Let’s rent a little bus, like in the movies. That’s a cute idea,” Tooru enthused, inflection slurred by the warmth of his liquor. “Hajime, who knew you could be so cute?”
“Hajime has always been cute,” Issei drawled, eyes gleaming as his knuckles successfully rub back and forth over Hajime’s skull, even as the man squirms against it. “But you’re both leaving again soon. We can’t go far, or for long”.
It had been pure luck that Tooru and Hajime managed to synchronise their brief visit home in the first place. You think that they might’ve even conspired to match their flight times as close as humanly possible, just so they could find one another in the airport upon arrival. 
“Now look. Poor ‘kawa,” Takahiro strummed his finger over Tooru’s puckered bottom lip, pink and plush as it bounces back. “Quick. Tell him he’s cuter before he starts crying”. 
And the drink-addled idea passed. You, however, let the thought marinate in the morning that followed. Knowing that it was Hajime who suggested it felt significant. He’s the quiet sentimental type. With both his and Tooru’s upcoming departures you had fully expected to be inundated with their company—savouring the remaining time you had left, never quite touching on the topic, still too tender for the three of you. It surprised you. A trip felt final. Another last hurrah. The tying of loose ends, to separate on a good note. 
Ultimately you decided to forward a link to an article detailing different overnight itineraries and festivals to the group chat with hopes of bringing it to fruition. Now you found yourself standing beside Hajime’s car under an early eventide in a pair of old sweatpants too long at the ankle and listening to them bicker, wondering why you ever got the ball rolling. 
Phone, check. Keys, check. ID, check. Wallet, check. Overnight bag—
You glare down at the offending object propped on the ground beside your feet. A good twenty minutes of your frantic afternoon had been spent trying to zip the thing shut. Check.
“But Hajime, the otter cafe!”
Tooru yelps, and you glance up in time to watch as Iwaizumi jostles and loosens his grip, “No. We don’t have time. We’re sticking to the plan".
“Are those even ethical?” Issei wonders under his breath, bending at your side to lift the case and ignoring your weak protests. It’s handed off to Hajime with ease, and you allow yourself a brief appreciative glimpse of the muscle flexing under his fitted shirt. 
You shake your head, full of mirth as you call to him, “Tooru”.
The sinking sun is crowning his head in a dewy flare. Tooru looks up from Hajime’s back and the halo slips, highlighting the hidden wispy strands of ginger by his temples. Balmed lips pouted, his brow arched in question.
“Stop fussing and sit with me”. 
The curiosity smooths out and he looks increasingly pleased at the request. It lasts a few sweet moments, broken by the smug uptick of his mouth. Tooru grins, “Of course you want to sit next to me. I’m your favourite after all”. 
Years of repetitive back and forth taught you that arguing that point was futile. With a fond eye roll, you reach across in his approach to pinch at his bicep. “Just get in the car before I change my mind,” you say. 
You duck in to sit beside Tooru as he scrambles for the window seat. Hajime is angled toward you while he fiddles with the centre console, a muscled arm wrapped around the headrest, deliberately waiting for you to meet his gaze. When you do, he mouths the words, “Thank you”. 
From the minute you met there’d always been something there. Maybe it was pheromonic, the way you know something is right the instant you find it; or maybe it was the chubby, six year old hands that plucked the cicada shell from your hair one summer morning. Presque vu, years spent waiting on the tip of your tongue. It doesn’t escape you that this might be the last chance to do anything about it. 
You’re shaken from your reverie when the car rocks on its axles. Issei throws himself into the far right passenger seat beside you with a heavy sigh. Broad shoulders push you closer into Tooru, thighs pressed together and feet parted awkwardly on either side of the rear suspension. 
Takahiro excitedly clambers in the front with an energy drink in hand, uncapped, earning an indignant shout from Hajime when he slams the door with too much force. 
“Oi—!” 
You grin as he struggles to dodge Hajime’s successive smacks. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry, be nice!” 
“I told you already, it's my dad’s car. That means no tracking dirt, no spilling anything, and no smoking inside. Capiche?”
“Aye-aye,” Issei drones, knuckles grazing your hip where he fastens his seatbelt. There is little space, yet it is oddly comforting. Tooru snorts, slumping until a head of unkempt brown hair rests heavily against your shoulder, tilting briefly to nuzzle your jaw. 
The radio switches on automatically as the engine starts, an initial splutter tapering off into a gentle hum. You reciprocate Tooru’s affection and rub your cheek over his crown, inhaling the familiar scent of coconut milk shampoo. He takes your weight without complaint, and when Issei leans forward to receive a sip of Takahiro’s energy drink, your knees knock together. 
Hakone was the chosen destination, thanks to a local festival taking place tomorrow. Of the five of you, Hajime is the best driver in terms of navigation and road knowledge. Issei is a close second. Both Tooru and Takahiro got their licences for the sake of convenience, but you doubt they could make their way around a clockwise roundabout without crying. 
Takahiro whoops, his hand thudding in line with the beat on the car roof, “Road trip, baby!” 
The scenery becomes less and less familiar, turning onto streets you do not recognise. Heading west out of Tokyo toward the Chuo Expressway, it isn’t until a passenger window is opened and a gust billows into the car that you shake the final dregs of sleep. Tooru’s hair is whipping in the wind as Hajime reaches for the radio and switches channels, bass vibrating through the speakers. 
Reality sets in like a slow simmer and excitement buzzes under your skin as the giddiness swells. You lean forward, cheek squashed unflatteringly to the back of the driver's seat, and paw at Hajime’s arm. 
“Turn it up, Haji”. 
Above the road ahead is a large blue sign detailing directions to Lake Kawaguchi—a purposeful detour, for the sake of acting like tourists. There’s a spot with a perfect view of Mount Fuji. Despite having lived only a forty minute ride from Tokyo, you can’t say you’d ever thought to look at it outside of a postcard. 
It’s nice to step into the shoes of another. View the country through a less acclimated lense. You’re taken through winding roads that thread between verdant mountains; entrenched by nature, only to be thrown out into the open as the foliage breaks. 
Lake Kawaguchi greets you brightly, the sunset surface glittering across a vast horizon. You are yelling harmoniously with Takahiro as it comes into view. Issei’s phone is already pressed against the window, scenery rolling across the camera screen as he repeatedly taps his thumb to recalibrate the focus. 
“I can hear you laughing at me,” he casts a suspicious look over his shoulder. 
You grin, “You’re such an old man”. 
“We’ll park just up here. There’s a good spot for pictures down by the bank,” Hajime says, the heel of his hand flat to the wheel as it turns left. “Not too far to walk. Pretty sure there’s a cafe just nearby, too”. 
You watch his reflection in the rear view mirror, admiring the soft crinkles by his eyes. His mouth isn’t visible but you know he’s smiling. Issei bumps his knee into yours—again. Simultaneously, Tooru bends make quiet kissing noises against your ear. Swatting them isn’t justice enough, and threatening to throw them out of the moving vehicle only makes them snicker. 
The car park is entirely deserted and unmonitored, surrounded by brush. No line markings or need for payment, just a part of the ground carved out and filled with gravel that crunches beneath the tires as it displaces. Cruising toward the far end of the lot, Hajime chooses the spot right by an old staircase that appears to lead down the bank. 
He pulls the handbrake with a resounding click and shuts off the engine. Comfortable silence befalls you as the radio cuts out. Soft, muted chirps rippled throughout the treeline, and as Issei popped open his car door, those first few notes bloomed into many more.
You climb out and step onto the uneven ground, the crisp air pinching the tips of your ears. You reach up and rub at them, running your palms over your cheeks in hopes of warmth. It isn’t cold—just refreshing. Cool enough to feel it in your sinuses when you breathe. 
“Come on,” Tooru whines. He’s already stood by the railing, weight shifting restlessly between his feet. You smile at the bounce of his hair, frame outlined in darkening sunlight, breaking through the curls like a canopy. 
An arm snakes loosely around your back and Hajime pulls you into his embrace. You fall in line with him, his pace purposefully slowed to remain at your side. He guides you forward, and once you’re close enough, the others begin to descend the staircase. 
You hear Issei whistle. Glancing up from the final step, you’re met with a watercolour come to life. Open skies, there lay smudges of orange, red and pink. No telling up from down. The surface of the lake is completely still, reflecting a perfect mirror view of Mount Fuji. 
“Wow,” you murmur, breathless. Hajime hums in agreement, awe bleeding into the sound. Tooru is crouched near the water, struck with wonder, idly swirling his fingertips over the surface as Takahiro and Issei station either side of him, the pair deep in thought. 
Dragging your eyes from the picturesque view, you take in the emotion on Hajime’s face. People always claimed him to be intimidating—he could be, without question. But to you, Hajime was made up entirely of soft lines, deliberate kindness and telegraphed movements, as though he were a gentle giant, despite being the shortest of the four players. 
He still carries some chub in his cheeks. You know, because you’re often inundated with the urge to pinch at it. This is your Hajime, the one you’ve always known; only now there’s stubble lining his jaw. 
“It’s grown back again already,” you comment sotto voce, careful not to disturb the pensive atmosphere that has settled by the lakes edge. “You really are a big boy now”.  
“It’s annoying”. 
“Looks good though,” you muse. “Kinda rugged. I like it”. 
His throat flexes as he swallows, hand coming up to itch his jawline, and you try not to stare. It’s always so easy to turn him pink. “You do?” 
Too much, you think, poking the swell of his cheek in lieu of a response. It yields under the pressure, and as he smiles it takes on the appearance of a dimple. 
Casual affection was second nature, now. You found yourself thankful for the excuse to touch, and knowing that he’ll be leaving soon has emboldened you somewhat. All those years ago you’d preemptively decided that crossing the threshold would lead to rejection, but the initial borders defining your relationship have long since blurred, and it’s hard not to wonder where you truly stand. If you got it right.
“Guys,” Takahiro demands your attention, hand cupped by his mouth with a lit cigarette held precariously between his fingers. The other is in the air waving his phone back and forth. “We’re here to marvel at the miracles of mother nature, not each other!”
You step out of Hajime’s embrace, disguising your reluctance. 
Joining their lanky huddle rewards you with a chorus of cheers as Tooru latches on to your back and props his chin atop your shoulder. He flashes an effortless peace sign. The others attempt to fit themselves into the frame mirrored on Hanamaki’s phone screen, an iridescent crack running from one corner to the other, Mount Fuji’s blushing snowy peaks crowning your heads. 
“You really gotta get that fixed,” you hear someone say. Their voice is muffled, as if they’d been talking with their lips closed, and one glimpse finds Issei trying resolutely to keep his posed smirk in place. Your own mouth flattens into a thin line to keep yourself from laughing. 
The camera shutters.
You groan, “I wasn’t ready for that one”. 
A few more are taken and sent to the group chat, eyes on you while you set a particularly sweet one as your wallpaper. Crowing with delight, you find yourself surrounded by bodies and squeezed in a firm group hug. 
“Alright, alright,” you huff. The discomfort stems more from the insistent, cramping sensation in your stomach. Your smaller hands meet a hard, muscled abdomen, pushing fruitlessly. Neither man budges. If anything, your resistance only encourages them to coil tighter. “You’re all too heavy. Get off!” 
They relent, but only at the sound of your gut rumbling. “Hungry?” Hajime asks. The sheathing sun reflects in his irises, burning bright, verdant green, as though he were part of spring itself; soft in apology.
“Food is that way,” Issei points out. “Looks like it’s open. Maybe”. 
There’s a stout, cosy structure further along, tucked atop the edge of a hill and half hidden by a cradle of Japanese maple. If you squint you could make out the moving silhouettes inside. 
Tooru cranes his neck, lips comically pursed as he looks toward the cafe. “It’s pretty romantic. If we have Hajime get on one knee out here for a picture, think they’ll give us a free meal?” 
Hajime shoves him half heartedly and clicks his tongue, “Why me? Do it yourself”. 
You watch as they share a long, unspoken moment, conversing without words. Tooru offers him a scathing look, one of total incredulity and that alone is enough to break the suspension. Hajime juts his chin in the opposite direction and turns his back, beginning a stiff march toward the cafe. 
“What was that all about?” 
“He’s so bullheaded,” Tooru muses, knuckles rapping gently to your skull as he passes. When you are offered nothing but a fond laugh in the face of your confusion, you stalk off after them. 
Petulance has you speeding ahead of the group, further picking up the pace at the sound of hurried feet. The natural instinct to run nips at your heels. As the earth begins to incline upward and your strides broaden, there’s a burn in the back of your thighs that Takahiro seems to have no issue with, if his sudden sprint ahead has anything to say about it. 
“Last one there has to pay!” 
“Bastard,” Issei hollers from the back, refusing to run and carried by his heavy gait. “Just because you’re unemployed!” 
Your lungs are burning with the exertion, laughter coming in short bursts. Issei remains in last, Tooru second, Hajime fourth. From the terrace, Takahiro pieces his thumb and forefinger together into the shape of a heart, nowhere close to apologetic. “Buy me something and I’ll give you a big wet kiss,” he returned in a singsong voice.
Issei lumbers through the gate, movements broad and slow. His brow arches, Takahiro immediately losing bravado. “You’d do that for free”. 
“Get me out of here,” Hajime mutters. “Kill me”.
You take pity on him and herd them all through the doors, “Less flirting and more pastries, please”. 
Inside is painted in rich deep browns. The fresh air weaves well with the aroma of freshly baked goods. You breathe it in, your hands dancing over shelves sparsely stocked with baskets of flatbread, loaves and cakes. While quaint, the ceilings are high, held up by large beams on which decorative lights and plants are carefully draped. 
You feel slightly awkward and out of place in your shabby old sweatpants. A calming melody is playing overhead. Soft spoken voices belonging to the few employees and fewer patrons encourage you to lower your own into a whisper. 
Hajime subtly leans down to listen as you say, “I think we should get our food to go”. 
He hides his amusement against your shoulder and you accept the brief weight with a grin. Then you feel him nod in agreement. 
Issei holds his hand out when you reach the counter. There are already multiple paper bags tucked under his arm. “Give me the goods before I change my mind,” he says, exasperation set plain on his face. 
“Thank you Issei,” you recite like a child, pressing two sweet rolls shaped like a cornet into his palm. Hajime chooses comfort—curry bread. Shared on countless late night walks home; the memories stir something melancholic deep within your chest that you’d rather not examine right now. 
Your initial concern about being out of place were not entirely unfounded. The employee behind the register greets your group kindly enough, and her smile is genuine, but you cannot ignore how her eyes seem to flicker back and forth to the disgruntled customers seated by the terrace. 
If you had to guess, they were regulars. Retired elders that lived nearby and had the privilege to spend their evenings here. Though irritating, you are honest enough to admit that your gaggle of idiots would certainly fracture this place’s peaceful ambiance. So Issei pays, feigning nonchalance at the long, wet kiss Takahiro leaves on his cheek, and you trudge back to the car with food in hand.
Tooru ambles around to the front passenger seat, hip checking Takahiro toward the back where he previously sat. You knew he might do this at some point during the trip. Eating before a car ride made him prone to nausea, and since he was young he’d claimed sitting in the front helped. Anpan held between his teeth, Tooru peers at you through the headrests and smiles with his eyes, entirely too pleased. 
Takahiro nudges your side as he clambers in. Lifting your hips, he buckles the seatbelt, and soon after you are half-draped over his lap to allow Issei to do the same. You glare at him as he wiggles his eyebrows, stopping short when he flashes you his phone. There’s a picture, this time of you and Hajime at the lake curled into each other; you’re cradled by his arms, and he by the mountainside, entirely in your own world. 
You relent, “Send me it”. 
“As I thought,” he mutters smugly. 
The lake is rarely out of view. Heading south to Hakone, the road hugs the water for most of the journey. Tooru connects his carefully curated road trip playlist to the speakers and the car swells with an old city jpop song. You pick at your sweet rolls, barely humming along; choking on feelings left to fester in your throat, unacknowledged and unspoken. 
You remember the day they told you their goals for the future. Plans to leave. Together, across from you, hands wrung in their laps. Grief filled your body like lead, and you recall thinking to yourself, half-hysterically, ‘How can I do this alone?’
That was a time in your life you couldn’t imagine a world without Tooru or Hajime in it. Day in, day out, seasons passed side by side. Three small stars converging on the same path. It never needed to be clarified—all plans were made with the tacit promise of being together. The unwillingness to part pulled even your families along and you were hard pressed to recall a first New Year shrine visit without their relatives present. Until they decided to leave. 
It’s loneliness tinged with a smidgen of guilt. You’re not truly alone. Issei and Takahiro are some of your best friends, and they weren’t going anywhere far anytime soon. Still, you can’t help but brace for the ways your orbit will further unfurl in Hajime and Tooru’s absence when they return to their lives.
Hakone is a town tucked away in the shadow of Fuji-Hakone-Izu national park. Long, mountainous roads lead you toward an expanding vista. Faces sun drenched in varying hues of red maple, pink blossom and youthful green. The next hour and a half passes in the blink of an eye and the destination closes in. You angle your head, stretching across Takahiro’s lap and squinting up to make out the shape of ropeways cutting across the burgeoning sky. Tiny, far off carriers glide along the cables. 
Something about it compels everyone to stop and take a breath. You lapse into pleasant silence. The car slows to cruise through the busy streets, music lowered into a faint buzz. It is larger than life. 
While advertised as a quaint getaway from the chaotic, fast paced lifestyle of Tokyo, in actuality Hakone is made up of seven separate villages, each with its own distinct history. Lush hills crowned with cumulus clouds of smoke from the hot springs; young families standing beneath grand, crimson painted torii gates; vendors sheltered from the sun by conical straw hats tied beneath their chins with silk. 
To get to Gora, you must first cut through Yumoto—a lively, compact area lined with shops and restaurants that have attracted an uncomfortable amount of foot traffic. Hajime drives with his body strung tight, knuckles losing colour as yet another tourist almost walks out in front of his car. 
“Almost there, man,” Issei offers sympathetically.
Hajime grunts, “Don’t talk to me”. 
Tooru is too preoccupied with taking pictures to notice his best friend's struggles. The small noises of awe only seem to push Hajime’s shoulders higher. You have to duck away from the rear view mirror and bite your inner cheek so as not to laugh.   
Eventually, the place you’ll be staying at comes into view. You all release a collective sigh of relief. The modernised ryokan is much larger than most family run facilities. It sits conspicuously on the end of a private road, concealed by forest and threadbare canopy that casts shadows across the windshield as the car pulls in, sliding effortlessly into one of the empty spaces. 
Four staff members adorning pastel yukata’s greet you by the wide genkan with a deep bow. The woman standing behind the reception desk mirrors them when she meets your eye. You’re offered a pair of new grey slippers and gently ushered out into the lobby with your outdoor shoes in hand while Hajime heads to check in. 
When he rejoins the group his expression is distinctly uncomfortable and pinched in a way you recognise as embarrassment.
“There’s been a mix up with the room—suite, I guess,” Hajime admits. Hesitant, his gaze drags up from the floor to where you’re standing beside him. “I showed her the booking but no dice. We’re stuck with a tatami room and bathroom, but she promised there’d be enough futons to roll out”. 
While it was last minute they’d all designated tasks to each other, and his task had been booking accommodations. Having expressed that he would make the effort to get you your own room for the sake of privacy and comfortability, despite your protests, you understood his immediate reaction. Letting people down—at least, his own arbitrary idea of it—never sat right with Hajime. 
“Let me go talk to her, Iwa-chan. I might even charm her into giving us some extra amenities,” Tooru grins wolfishly, already fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater. Faint freckles scattered along his forearms, some newer from the summer months. Tendons flexing with determination, he takes the proffered print out and saunters toward the counter. 
“I can be charming,” Hajime mutters childishly, shucking the cross bag higher up his shoulder. He frowns you. “Am I charming?” 
You pat his cheek. His pride always rears over the most obscure things. “In your own way”.
Takahiro voices his amusement with a heavy clap to Hajime’s back. “Yeah, man. You appeal to people’s baser instincts. Makes me wanna get knocked up in a cave and nap while you’re out hunting for boar, or something”. 
“Shut up, idiot”. 
Tooru leaned his body against the counter, closed the distance and tilted his head, a coy sequence you’ve paid witness to a thousand times. You can imagine how he’s holding the receptionist's attention, speaking in low, dulcet tones that slide through her like warm butter. 
“What a bastard,” Issei sighs. Hajime grunts his agreement, and you realise that the four of you are lined up, watching them unashamedly as if it were a piece of theatre. 
“Alright, weirdos. Move it,” you prod insistently at Takahiro’s waist, snickering when he flinches away from your fingers. “Stop staring and get your bags together so we’re ready”. 
“You sure are confident in him,” Issei smirks, picking up his luggage nonetheless. There’s a loud click as you extend your suitcase handle, pulling with force when it jams halfway. 
“You’re not? It’s Tooru—” your voice abruptly halts at the heat of another, their hand encompassing your own. Hajime relinquishes your grip and readjusts the handle without fanfare. Flustered, you clear your throat, “He always pulls through for us. Though I still think this is all a bit unnecessary”. 
“I, for one, am glad he’s with us and not against us,” Takahiro snorts, eyes flitting between the two as Tooru tips his head and laughs. The sound is trim, practised and forced to your own ears, yet manages to make the employee blush. “Kinda scary, isn’t he?” 
Unfettered affection pulls at the corner of your mouth. You smile, turning away from them before they can see and tease you for it. Without a doubt, you had missed being with them more than you realised, and the giddiness was hard to temper. 
When Tooru returns, it is with a self satisfied grin, a new set of keys and a slip of paper. “That her number?”
“Yep,” his lips pop as he flips it over between his fingers, flashing the numerical digits scrawled on the back before flippantly sticking it in his jacket pocket. “We now have a modern double, a tatami room and a private onsen. Don’t all thank me too quickly, now”. 
Hajime accepts the keys with a begrudged sigh. “You should worry about texting and thanking her before we leave”.
“Stop trying to make me a better person,” Tooru sniffed, allowing himself to be herded toward the cramped lift. You trail closely behind, shaking your head. 
The room is bigger than expected. Family sized, you’d say. Traditional with a modernised touch; the main tatami room that flowers in the moonlight as it floods in through the sliding lattice doors. Behind it comes the promising sound of running water and after setting all your shoes in the modest genkan—pointed outwards—Takahiro rushes to discover the private onsen.  
Hung in a recessed alcove is a silk scroll inscribed with calligraphy. Staggered wall shelves frame a small flatscreen TV, neatly decorated with painted vases and incense. Tucked away in the corner is a closet full of freshly aired futons. The rice straw flooring yields softly under your feet as you explore. 
Two other rooms are cordoned off, a smaller tatami room for the futons and one largely taken up by a double bed featuring a western style ensuite bathroom. Tourists must love this place, you think. It offers a palatable amount of Japanese culture, while simultaneously providing them with the simplistic comforts of their own. 
Issei makes work of the futons, nudging the low table and cushions into a corner and dragging the blankets over to the other room. Lip worried between your teeth, you find yourself hovering uselessly with no task to attend to aside from unpacking, which you thought to be just as useless. 
A hand snakes around your arm. Tooru’s, you soon recognise; impressively soft given his choice of career, lithe, and slightly balmy from a fruity smelling moisturiser his sister gifted him from her travels in South Korea. “Come on,” he insists without explanation, a dramatic weariness about him.
You are guided into the modern room and handed a travel sized torch identical to his own. You flinch away from the bright light as it abruptly begins to blink, but catch on quickly. ”Look everywhere you can think of”. 
“What’re you guys doin’ in here?”
Ignoring Takahiro’s question, you bend to flash the torchlight into the plug sockets. As Tooru peeks into the vents—giving the theatrical whisper of “all clear” with every check—you circumvent around the bed, looking under the frame and the nearby closet. 
“Makki, stop hovering like a ghost and check the bathroom for cameras. Actually, I’ll do it,” Tooru waves him off dismissively, sleuthing precariously into the small bathroom. “Gotta check the shower head. Can’t have my darling friends showing up on some dark web auction…”
Once Tooru is mollified that there are no hidden cameras the group allow themselves to settle. You are set up in the double room. It is the only door with a lock and a private bathroom, and you suspect that is why it was foisted onto you. 
Still you are conscious about the proximity, or lack thereof. Listening to them bicker and scuffle through the walls, their footfalls and voices passing beneath the crack in the bathroom doorway. Your fingers lingered on the turning lock for too long and in the end, you’d left it horizontal. The intense anticipation in your belly culminated into what you recognised as yearning—longing. 
The shower can only be described as a transparent box. Aside from a few shallow shelves left to house the complementary body wash, you’re surrounded only by clear, frameless glass panels that do nothing to obscure the view of your naked body. Anyone could walk in at any time. Standing under the warm spray, pressure just right against your shoulders, even as the dense steam fogs up the glass your gaze still falls back to the door handle. 
You run a washcloth over your skin and ignore the muted arousal that flares between your thighs. Sounds can be heard over the white noise, muffled by hollow mortar yet still clear enough that the sounds are coalesced into words. 
“Get your shoes off my futon,” Hajime demands. Hand braced against wet tile as though to touch the baritone of his voice, the other passes innocently over your sex, and you shudder. Thoughts wander. 
Tentative, you slide your fingers through your folds. Massage wet, loose circles around your clit. Eyes fall closed and you dip into your imagination. There’s a firm body behind you, cock grinding tantalisingly slow against your ass. Shaped around your back as though you were an extension of him. Your rhythm stutters when Hajime nuzzles below your ear. Tender kisses forge a path to your shoulder while his hands smooth across a resting stomach toward your chest.
Curtained by hot water as it patters away at the tension in your muscles, droplets slip into the seam of your lips and they part for breath. You lean on the tiled wall, seeking cool relief where the steam starts to overwhelm you, and slip abruptly on the condensation. With an undignified yelp, you quickly find your footing—though not without first knocking over the travel sized bottles of body wash. 
Deafening silence follows. You inhale deeply, exhaling to steady your breathing. A hesitant knock to the door gives you pause. The handle remains mournfully upright. 
“…You alive in there?” 
Your face twists into a grimace as you attempt to recompose yourself. You clear your throat. “I’m fine, Hajime. Sorry. The only thing I’m dying of is embarrassment”. 
His short laughter is warm and uninhibited. It rings true in your ears long after he’s gone. Turning away from the spray, your head tips forwards until it thumps against the glass. Shame prickling behind your eyes, you groan, “What the fuck is wrong with me”. 
Surprisingly there are no teasing comments awaiting you when you leave the privacy of your room, dried and redressed. All the screen doors have been pulled open, connecting the main room to the spare tatami room where they’ve rolled out all the futons to create one large bed. Five, together. You smile but don’t mention it. Issei greets you with a lazy wave from his place amongst the blankets. 
“Makki’s just havin’ a smoke,” his thumb points to the door leading out toward the private onsen. Through the lattice you can make out a blurred silhouette standing on the small veranda. 
“The other two?”
“Headed downstairs to ask about the festival tomorrow, and dinner”. 
“Are you looking forward to it?” you perk up, kneeling to sit cross legged on one of the beds. 
Issei smirks at your enthusiasm and hums an affirmative. Your eyes are drawn to the subtle movements of his hands where they fiddle with the inseam of his jeans. “Yeah. Heard they’re lighting some bonfires”. 
Your mouth parts with a sound of recognition. “On the mountainside, right?” 
“That's the one,” he nods and bows forward to rest an elbow on his thigh. You straighten up as he pins you under an intense stare. “I can slip away with the guys, if you want. Tomorrow. It would be a good time for you to talk to him”. 
Heat prickles over your face. Your pinch your cheek between your teeth, eyes instinctively darting to the hallway. You’re not sure whether it’s his consideration of you or your own piteous transparency that makes you want to cry. It has been this way for years; a tentative dance that never seemed to end. They all know. You wished you could still be ignorant of that. 
“Do you…” you clear your throat as your voice cracks. Issei’s gaze softens and you feel naked. “Do you honestly think that’s a good idea?”
After a short, pensive silence, Issei exhales a long breath and lays his hands flat on the futon. He leans into the heel and pushes onto his knees to drop his body heavily beside yours. 
You struggle against his weight as he slumps, flinging both arms around your waist. “Issei—!” an aborted yelp falls from your mouth when he hooks his chin over your shoulder and locks his jaw, pressing it into your back. 
“Stop! That hurts, bastard!” you squawked, pushing down against the forearm cinched across your middle like a belt. They flex under your hands, not moving an inch. You can feel his cheeks lifting as he grins. 
“Sure. When you stop feeling sorry for yourself,” he offers slyly, tightening his grip. You fall slack as the fight bleeds from your body. There’s a familiar burn behind your eyes, closely followed by a swell in your throat that the words can’t quite seem to get around. “And for the record, I do think it’s a good idea”. 
“It’s a terrible idea,” you intone flatly, smile fraying at the edges. “He’s leaving again after this, Issei”.
Issei must hear the clear defeat in your voice because he gathers you against his chest to hug you properly. “I know,” he murmurs. You breathe in the light notes of amber lingering on his skin, his big hand splayed between your shoulders.
Then you feel the unmistakable press of a kiss to your crown. “You’re a coward,” your brows knit together as you glare up at him. It's just like Issei to make it sound like you’re fussing over nothing after you’ve spent years building it up in your head. His grin widens, crooked. “But you’re our coward, and we want to see you happy”. 
You feel your irritation melt away at his sincerity. A smile curls at the corner of your mouth. The sweet atmosphere is swiftly soured as he adds, “So hurry up and fuck already”. 
Takahiro’s return is poorly timed. Shutting the lattice door behind him, he strolls in with scent of tobacco following close behind, “Who’s fucking?”
A wave of embarrassment washes over you. It makes you go hot and cold in quick succession. Issei surrenders and rolls onto his back, cushioned by the futon as you push him away, loud cackles bouncing off the walls. 
“Nobody is. Be quiet, the pair of you”.
“Is it about Hajime?” he continues, crouched before you with eyebrows wiggling suggestively. Takahiro jumps backwards with a snicker when you angle your hips to kick at him. The bitter smoky smell is much stronger around his fingers. He grabs your ankle to keep you still but Takahiro’s smug air dissipates in an instant, mouth falling open as you drag him down. “Hey—!”
Issei stays quiet with his arms tucked behind his head, happy to no longer be the target of your ire. 
That is the scene Tooru and Hajime returned to only a minute later. Having rocked forward onto the balls of his feet, Makki had accidentally pushed you down into Issei, the three of you tumbling backwards in fits of laughter. 
Spurred by the need to be included, Tooru took it upon himself to flop unceremoniously into the pile. Your pained yelp had caused quite a stir, the image of Hajime’s face twisted in worry playing on a loop in your mind. 
You inhale deeply and grimace in discomfort. The air is humid here. You can feel it sticky in your lungs, right beneath the fresh bruise blooming across your rib. Tooru’s eyes flicker, caught in the movement as you rub at your sternum. The corners of his lips downturn. 
“Sorry again,” he mumbles over the sound of gentle, trickling water from the nearby spring, knocking your elbows together. You’ve strayed toward the back of the group alongside him, his stride slowed to keep pace as you wandered around the low lit gardens to kill time before dinner. Flowers are few, evergreens abundant, stone lanterns guide you forward. 
With a forgiving sigh you link your arms to keep him close. Tooru’s rigid posture relaxes as you nuzzle against his bicep. “Nobody died. It’s fine,” you laugh quietly. 
“If it were up to Iwa-chan I might’ve”.
You roll your eyes. “I can handle a bit of roughhousing. Grew up with you, didn’t I?” 
Tooru’s face is thrown into stark relief as moonlight filters through the canopy, and you watch his small smile scrunch up into a moue. “With my sister you mean,” he says, with a fondness betraying his expression. “What a beast”.
You have vague memories. Downy brunette hair fisted in a small hand. Eyes swollen with tears. A young boy sent to the corner to think about his actions. Tooru always started those fights, not that he would ever admit it. But you knew he was fighting for his older sister’s attention more than anything else at the time. 
“Liar. She spoiled you all the time,” you tell him. “And you were as bad as each other”.
Tooru hums, the way he often does when he doesn’t believe you. Your paths converge, misstepping as he sways and you throw his too-innocent act a look of suspicion. “So,” he starts a beat later. 
It’s apparent in his eyes. That gleam of curiosity, and hesitance. Bingo. Tooru barely moves as you return your weight to his side and almost veer him onto the grass in protest. “No,” you reply. 
“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“No? Well if it’s not about me confessing to Hajime then please, do carry on”. 
Tooru makes a petulant, frustrated noise. There’s an indent in his cheek where the inner flesh is pinched between his teeth. You roll your eyes, scuffing your shoe to the stone path. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to confess now,” you tell him quietly. 
“You’re just scared,” Tooru returns under his breath. His expression is solemn now, as is his tone.
“And what if I am?” Your voice raises a bit, rousing the attention of the men up ahead. When they look back you muster a smile and give a reassuring wave. Your attention momentarily drawn to the huddle behind them by the bamboo gate. A small family shuffled by, heads bobbing with gratitude as the boys made room, when their toddler took notice of Takahiro and became appropriately delighted by him. 
While the mother spilled panicked apologies and took her daughter's hand, the girl stood on the very tips of her purple jelly sandals and Takahiro bent to let her pat him on the head before departing. Tooru drops the topic with an offended hum as you abandon him to rejoin the group, examining the trim of his nails to feign disinterest, “She only liked you because your hair is pink”. 
“Actually it’s strawberry blond,” Takahiro snarks, equally affronted and amused. “Just heavier on the strawberry”.
Their movements coalesce, blindly shuffling after one another back into the hotel lobby. “Should probably head back soon,” Hajime mutters as an afterthought, his gaze trailing wall to wall before landing on the clock hung above the main desk. “Should we buy some drinks and stuff for tonight?” 
“I can get it,” you volunteer at the same time that Tooru interjects with, “We’ll go get it”. 
You glare at him.
Hajime disapproves. At the very least he’s worried. It’s in the flex of his fingers, the set of his jaw, the earthen eyes narrowed at the pair of you. “Will you be okay together?” 
“Yes, Iwa-chan. This isn’t an episode of ‘My First Errand’,” he reaffirms his grip on your arm, giving it a decisive squeeze. “It’s no problem, right? Right”. 
“Right,” you say, the decision clearly made for you. You turn your attention from Tooru’s pointed smile back to Hajime and the others. “We’re good. Text us what you want and we’ll bring it up to the room”.
Murmured acquiescence ripples through the group, and Tooru ambles you out through the main entrance as you part ways. Your entwined shadows elongate, the wall mounted sconces leading a path to the small sundry nestled in the east side of the hotel. 
“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
“No”.
“Not even if I say please?”
“No,” Tooru chimes again, tugging you through the automatic doors. The cashier acknowledges your arrival with a quick smile and continues to restock the empty shelf in front of them. 
The temperature drops as you turn onto the drinks aisle and Tooru opens the closest fridge while refusing to let go of you. “I just don’t understand why you’re not taking the chance,” he continues, frowning at the bottle labels. When he plucks the umeshu from the rack you know it’s for him. “I don’t want you to regret it”.
“They’re asking for beer and shochu,” you read tiredly from the phone in your free hand. The text chat bumps as another message comes through. “Uh… Issei wants dried calamari. We should get seaweed tempura, too”.
“Stop changing the subject”.
Annoyance sparks in your chest. “This is what we’re here to do,” you grumble, shoving your phone into your pocket and opening the adjacent fridge door with more force than necessary. You shiver at the gust of cool air. 
An indolent sigh seeps from him. “C’mon. You have to know,” Tooru murmurs, moving closer to hook his chin over your shoulder. He softly knocks your heads together. “The chances of you being rejected are less than zero”. 
“No, I don’t know that. And—even if that’s true, what then?” you shake your head, chewing your lip. “Like I told the others, it’s not a good idea”. 
“Okay,” Tooru replies, standing upright and turning to saunter away. He draws out the word as he does whenever he concedes an argument he still thinks he has won. You stare at his retreating back with a bereft sense of defeat, now cold where your arms had been linked. 
“Tooru,” you say. He makes an inquisitive noise, his nose wrinkled as he rummages through the deep fried snacks. “Being rejected and watching you two leave again—I can’t do both”. 
Your voice cracks. That strikes a chord square in his chest; the sudden crestfallen expression is evidence enough. Tooru abandons the tempura shelf and tucks the bottles of liquor under his armpit while tucking you under the other. You're a mess, a cacophony of emotion threatening to spill out through your tightly closed eyes. 
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to push you”.
“I mean. You did,” you laugh thickly, and Tooru has the decency to appear sheepish. He rubs his hand down your side. “But it’s okay. I know you mean well, you all do”.
It’s enough to see that it comes from a place of love. The extent of your yearning has affected him just as much as anyone. Tooru watched consistently over the years while you stood in place and dug, and dug, and dug, for somewhere to put your feelings. That along the line it became a crater you couldn’t climb out from. That while you were desperate to make it hospitable, desirable, to be a person Hajime could want, he had managed to blindly pivot around it his whole life. 
The electrical buzz emanating from the fridges is abnormally loud as Tooru, for a precious second, actually stalls to gather his next words. “Look. I’ve been thinking,” he says with a rather rehearsed air. 
“That’s not good”.
“Don’t be mean. Hear me out,” he grins. “It was weird for Hajime to suggest a trip so last minute, don’t you think?” 
You purse your lips thin with a contemplative hum, grabbing the snacks and shuffling along the aisle while he talks. You had thought it significant, that being the main reason you encouraged Hajime’s idea in the first place. “See, he’s a straightforward, honest guy. And he’s earnest. That’s why you think if he returned your feelings he would’ve said something, isn’t it?”
The cashier furtively looks you over as you wander closer to the counter and set them down. You offer a strained smile. “Hi, that’s everything. Tooru—what’s your point?”
Tooru pulls out his wallet and emphatically states, “My point is you’re wrong!” He hands over the money, “Oh, here. Keep the change. Thank you”. You take the carrier bag, wincing when the glass bottles clink together. “Anyway,” Tooru exhales a heavy breath, visible as he steps into the night air, “You’re underestimating his cowardice”. 
Coward was not a descriptor you’d ever ascribe to Hajime. Yourself, sure. You shoot Tooru a sidelong glance, and he smiles at your clear scepticism. “Iwa-chan is bad at being selfish. He feels a certain responsibility toward the people he cares about. Did on our old team, and with the guys, and especially with you,” Tooru continues, a warmth to his tone. “He’s probably not thinking about his own feelings. He’s mostly worried about you, and yours”.
Your pace lags until you’ve come to a stop. Tooru does so a few steps ahead. “So he brought us here for what? To let me down gently?”
“Did you listen to a word I just said?” Tooru cocks his head, the moon crowning his head, light threading through his hair as his expression is shadowed. “I think he was always aware of what could change if he outright confessed. He needed to be sure, and he needed a reason, because his gorilla brain thinks it’ll ruin your whole relationship. That’s why we’re here,” you blink at his lithe fingers, waving in your face and wriggling. “It's an excuse. Because he wants to try!”
Eyes wide, caught in the place between awed disbelief and crippling anxiety, your fingers almost slip from under the bag handle. The trip being symbolic of Hajime’s resolve—could that make sense? You swallow against the lump in your throat. Memories of every recent there-and-gone-again touch and gentle look hold new meaning as they resurface. “He said that?” 
“Well, no”.
And the lump in your throat, presumably your heart, drops straight into your stomach. You march past Tooru into the hotel lobby with a bitter laugh. 
“Wait, would you—! You’re both so frustrating”.
“Me?” you whirl around to glare at him. People linger at the edge of your vision. Those prim, soft looking women that greeted you mere hours ago are gathered at the reception desk and pretending not to stare. Lowered into a broken rasp, you tell him, “What happened to not pushing? You aren’t being fair, Tooru”. 
“This isn’t about fairness. You said you're scared,” Tooru says. Your eyes dipped low to avoid the surety in his gaze. “And that’s fine. I just want you to consider that maybe you’re not the only one who’s scared”.
His words register gradually, and they make you ache; similar to that of a bruise, as the implications become clearer, and your reply comes quietly—not whispered, with a voice that carries no strength. “Fine,” you lift your head, ball your fist tighter and the plastic handles dig into your palm. The tension smooths in Tooru’s brow. His eyes soften, squinting at the corners, and you realise you’ve begun to smile too. “I’ll keep it in mind. You’ve said your piece. What now?”
“Oh. Now we go back to the room before Hajime sends a search party, eat as much as we want and drink until we fall asleep,” Tooru says, casting a quick glance to your surroundings. He drapes arm around your shoulders haughtily, “Then at the festival tomorrow I’ll conveniently slip away with Makki and Mattsun to leave you and Hajime alone. Do with that what you will”. 
You snort, feeling an unrestrained fondness for your friends, and will yourself not to cry. “You three already had this planned, didn’t you? Issei told me the same thing”. 
“Confess, don’t confess. Either way, I think it’ll be good for you to talk alone,” he says resolutely. Tooru’s one armed embrace has the steadiness of home. You return it, hooking around his lower back, and walk together. His strides that much longer, and you feel a smidgen braver.
Returning to the room you’re greeted by the sight of three men crowded in the genkan pushing to get their shoes back on. As Tooru anticipated they were preparing to go out looking for you both. The smile on your face only grew at Hajime’s admonishments now you're considering the love behind them, Tooru’s words relaying through your memory. 
If Takahiro and Issei exchange a look at the bounce in your step, well. You happily ignore it. 
Yukatas had been laid out neatly for each of you to wear for dinner. Once you’ve changed you putter into the main room and settle on your knees, resting back on your calves. The tatami is comfortable underneath your shins. Set on the table is a lavish spread of food brought up to you by the ryokan staff. 
The heat of another body radiates to your left. Hajime smiles when you look at him and your heart thunders. He’s unbearably handsome in his complimentary robe, a darker blue than your own, and he has it loose at the neck. You feel a headache coming on with the effort it takes not to ogle his chest. 
To your right Takahiro’s navy coloured garb is worn equally loose, somehow managing to look dishevelled rather than natural. As though he had pulled it on haphazardly in his excitement to get to the food. 
Tooru saunters into the room alongside Issei. His robe matches your own. It is drawn tight at the waist and closed at the collar, closely outlining his upper half. You are always startled by how broad Tooru truly is, given how lithe his movements are. He huffs when he notices the spots rather side of you are taken. 
“Ready to eat?” Issei rumbles, sitting opposite at the low table looking nonplussed as ever. You can’t help noticing his belt is barely holding tension and could fall open at any time, both sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. It smells incredible,” you say. The dinner is beautiful, a healthy array of colour, covered in mouth watering glaze. Seasonal flowers and leaves and decoratively cut vegetables have been used as finishing touches on each dish, artistically expressing the end of the summer. Your stomach twists in hunger as both palms come together in synchrony, “Thank you for the food”. 
You take your chopsticks and reach for the dish closest. Limbs cross over the table top. A familiar, homely scent of saffron, garlic and onion fills your senses. The gloaming moon watches you eat in the relaxed atmosphere. Soft sounds of satisfaction, the clang of cutlery. “S’good,” Hajime says. He catches you staring and lifts his chopsticks toward you, free hand cupped beneath it. “Want to try?” 
It’s unnecessary in the best way. “Mmn,” you replied, leaning forward with an indulgent smile. You don’t trust yourself to speak, the spark of giddiness was doing embarrassing things to your body. 
Could Hajime really return your feelings? Tooru certainly thinks so. Issei and Takahiro. Seemingly everyone that has been within twenty feet of you. 
Tooru watches the interaction over his glass of umeshu, radiating a smugness that can only be interpreted as ‘I see you’. You don’t particularly enjoy being seen to the bottom of; it makes you want to shrink back. It’s the strange flicker of determination on Hajime’s face that keeps you from doing so. 
You’re not the only one afraid to say something, a voice insists in the back of your head. 
The food falls apart gently on your tongue. You give a pleasantly surprised hum, engrossed in the rich flavours, and you almost miss how Hajime preens. His mouth pulled into a small, boyish grin, unable to look you in the eye. 
“Hey man, give me some,” Takahiro bemoans, his amusement on the precipice of teasing. You recline to allow Hajime to pass the dish across and instinctively know what will come next. “I see how it is. Not gonna feed me too? Favouritism at its finest—” With a flat glare he scoops a large chunk of rice and shovels it into Takahiro’s mouth mid sentence, and you hide a laugh behind your hand. 
As the plates empty your imagination wanders. It’s a careful unravelling of doubt. You’ve navigated every one of your relationships with a certain level of trepidation, Hajime most of all. Taking a forward step only when certain it wouldn’t creak. Years of doing nothing, saying nothing, because it was the safe option. You had been prepared to spend your life in that unspoken purgatory if it meant keeping Hajime, and there had been comfort in that decision. 
But now you have permission to hope and you don’t know what to do with it. You’re quieter than usual, though nobody points it out. If anything they seem relieved. Three of the four, atleast. Hajime won’t stop sending you worried glances. You wonder if he’s overthinking his actions, and your reactions, the way you’ve always done. 
The main tatami room is fragrant with the remains of dinner. You’ve gathered some pillows, shared out the snacks and poured their drinks, five sups in and counting. The boys are bickering over which movie to watch. Sake heats you from the inside out, plucks you right from your entangled thoughts and back into the present with loose limbs and a looser tongue. 
You speak loudly over them, “How about a comedy?” It’s the first one you can think of. “Tampopo?”
Issei, Takahiro and Hajime pause to consider. Tooru groans, already knowing he has lost the majority vote. “I wanted to watch ‘Before we vanish’,” he whines. “Sci-fi is better than comedy!”
“We always watch sci-fi,” Hajime remarks as he works the remote, switching the movie category to comedy and searching for ‘Tampopo’. 
“There’s a drinking game for this one,” Takahiro adds. “I think you sip every time somebody says ‘ramen’”. 
“If you want to be put on a waitlist for a new liver go ahead,” Issei says. 
The room briefly fades to darkness, lighting up not a second layer as the studio logo spins onto the screen, emphasising the shadows of Hajime’s laughter lines. “We should drink every time there’s a weird food-porn montage instead,” he suggests, sinking back onto his elbows. Your traitorous mind immediately notes the few inches between your hands. 
“Well I’ll be drinking in protest,” Tooru turns his nose up though his eyes betray him, fixed on the screen with obvious interest. “And I’m not sure I want to hear the word ‘porn’ from your mouth ever again”. 
“Porn,” Hajime says. “Porn, porn, porn”. 
“Quiet,” you hiss, focus absorbed by the opening scene. An odd pair of lovers, one delicate woman and her white-suited gangster, enter a movie theatre. Their entourage scurries behind them with champagne and a wicker basket of food, setting up a small table as though in a restaurant. 
“Oh,” the dapper man’s voice bleeds through the speakers as he approaches the camera to break the fourth wall and harangue the viewer. “So you’re at a movie too. What are you eating?”
“Dried calamari,” Issei answers loftily. Takahiro snorts into his drink. 
Scene to scene, you drink when prompted and settle into uninhibited contentment. Feet tucked up under your thighs, propped on a plush pillow. The heat from Hajime’s hand grazes your skin. Closer and closer until the simple stretch of your fingers would see them entwined. 
The movie is funny. It is also unabashedly sensual and hedonistic, and heavy handed about its themes surrounding food. From oysters to noodles, including a scene involving the two lovers using their tongues to move an egg yolk between their mouths before it bursts, you're barraged with wet slurping sounds as the characters on screen eat, and eat, and eat. 
“Hot,” Takahiro slurred, while Tooru cried, “What the hell are we watching?”
You drank twice for that one. Too tipsy to parse whether the hot flashes through your body were embarrassment or arousal or an intermingling of both. You’re overly conscious of Hajime’s movements and his closeness, so much so that the plot passes through one ear and out the other. 
The dim lamplight from the ensuite room pools across the tatami, the door left ajar to luminate the spot where you’ve lined up the liquor bottles. You squint at the labels. Fuzzy. Laughter ripples through the group at the ongoing scene, an elderly woman being chased around a grocery store and hit with a fly swatter for seemingly—fingering the food? 
You smile at the sound as you lift Tooru’s umeshu bottle to the light to measure the remains before pouring some into your glass. A hand circles your ankle, shifting back and forth to fit the peak into the gaps between his knuckles. The soft evocation of your name. Hajime is holding out his own empty cup with a half lidded gaze, the left side of his face thrown into stark relief by the TV screen. 
Something hot flares through your chest, your perspective on his tactile habits shifted; the initial desire suffuses to the very tips of your fingers. Now you’re restless with it. He’s so handsome, you think. And he’s still looking at you. 
You fill his drink too, and hope the alcohol will not steal these warm moments come morning. 
Once the movie is over your sprawled out bodies eventually migrate toward the futons Issei prepared. You forgo the bed to crawl into the covers, to the surprise of no one, and let your eyes trail after Tooru. The flush across his nose has steadily deepened throughout the night. He flicks on the electric fan and kneels to roots through his luggage, pulling a compact from the front pocket with a triumphant noise. 
“Comfortable over there?” Tooru circles the pad of his pinky into the balm and brings it to his mouth. The faint strawberry scent is enticing, preferable over the heady, bitter smell of beer. His brow quirks when you don’t reply. 
“Want some?” he asks. Slowly, you nod, and he flashes a wry smile, setting down the pot before stretching to reach you. The motion draws you in, tipping your chin up. His fingers are soft on your cheek, splayed out and cradling your jaw. 
Tooru kisses you. Your heart maintains a steady rhythm. It’s a friendly, chaste press of lips; you rub your own together as he pulls away not a second later, finding them smoother. Sweeter. The hints of strawberry linger right beneath your nose. Caught in your own world you fail to notice the other two men staring.
“Oh no,” Issei drawls. Turns off the light as he saunters in. He drapes himself across a prone, drunk Takahiro, tilting his head in Tooru’s direction. “My lips are so dry”.  
The atmosphere sparks a little. Issei’s teasing, syrupy tone is like flint striking steel. A fond, syrupy sensation settles around your bones—or perhaps that was the alcohol easing the tension. Flirting came easily amongst the others because it was without expectation. The silly pet names and heavy handed affection; it’s all a playful toeing of the line. People found your group dynamic odd no matter how much you tried to articulate it to them. You think in the end, it boiled down to trust. To safety. They all loved you in their own, individual ways, as you loved them. Maybe that's how you'd managed to be so content with Hajime's friendship. It had been enough.
Tooru hums and sits cross legged on his futon. He settles back onto his hands, smiling hazily as Hajime kicks his foot in passing, “I’ve noticed”. 
You can’t help appreciating how genuinely coy it is. Patently different to the way he behaves with strangers—not so forced. With his friends flirting is more about working for Tooru’s permission; it’s more fun that way. 
Issei purses his lips expectantly. Tooru leans forward. 
“You okay?” 
You blink. Hajime lowers onto the futon beside yours. His yukata has fallen further open to display his firm chest. Not that you’re looking. You’ve been cordoned on the far end of the room together. Takahiro is too drunk to make any purposeful decision but it’s obvious—at least to you—that Tooru and Issei chose from the remaining futons to keep you and Hajime together. 
“Sleepy,” you say, the lull to your voice earning a gentle smirk in response. 
“Want any, Iwa-chan?” Hajime’s frowns at the interruption and looks over his shoulder, taking in the suggestive intermittent puckering of Tooru’s mouth. You think at this rate there’ll be no balm left. 
“No thanks,” he says. 
“Have it your way,” Tooru grumbles from his place beside Takahiro, right in the centre. Pale legs kick at his covers until they’re rumpled a certain way, apparently satisfying to him, and he wriggles down into the mattress. “Still think we should’ve watched ‘Before we vanish’. I’m going to have nightmares about oysters”.
Issei snorts. He turns on his side, laid at the furthest end from you. “But does ‘Before we vanish’ use an egg yolk to symbolise orgasm?” his hand makes a sweeping gesture in the shadows, “I don’t think so”.
“Tha’s cinema baby,” Takahiro slurs, mouth muffled against his pillow. A beat passes. You meet Hajime’s gaze. His lips are pressed thin, trembling. You hear a smothered wheezing sound coming from Tooru’s futon, and the stillness is abruptly broken by a unanimous fit of laughter. 
“Shit,” your cheeks ache, your stomach is in knots as you pull the covers up over your persistent grin. The collective glee tapers. “I’ve,” Hajime starts after a deep breath, rubbing at his eyelids, “missed you idiots”.
Tooru sniffles at that. “Don’t make me cry,” he says, clearing the emotion cloying in his throat. You feel a pang of sympathy, overcome with it yourself. “I’ll wake up with swollen eyes and I forgot to bring gel masks”.
“Use a cold damp cloth or something”. 
“Mattsun, you're so primitive”.
Eventually the murmuring between the boys settles into silence; the kind that makes the shadows in your room a little darker, dense branches spreading across the ceilings and walls into a daunting canopy. The electric fan and the cicadas hum a cohesive song into the night. 
Through the thick of it, you hear a new whisper. Hajime calls your name and there’s barely any voice behind it—uncharacteristically timid. Blinking away the haze, your eyes adjust to the lack of light. You can see an inviting, wide open embrace. The corner of a blanket pulled back to expose his torso. 
Intention clear, you first glance at the sleeping figures over his shoulder. Tooru curled into a cocoon with his bedsheets tucked under his feet. Takahiro laid out on his belly, open mouthed and drooling. Issei on his side, arm bent beneath the pillow, breathing so shallow you’re tempted to pinch him awake. 
Hajime waits while you think. Your vision has sharpened enough to make out the trepid smile on his face. Emboldened, you crawl out of the futon and into his. 
“Looked cold over there,” he reasons. 
You hum in agreement. Compared to his body heat, you’d say it had been freezing. Despite all the hard earned muscle over the years, Hajime is pliable when he’s relaxed, doughy, and he yields when you begin to adjust your shared position. You guide his arm down to cinch around your waist and nestle against his chest, legs overlapped. Made up of yourselves but also each other. 
“Better?” he murmurs, breath tickling your ear. A final shiver dances the length of your spine as your nerves settle and anticipation thaws. You can feel his heart beating like a wing beneath your palm. 
It reminds you of when you were kids. The jagged shape of a tall, lego Godzilla had forced you to find home between him and Tooru more times than you could count. Everything had been so much bigger. Scarier. Still, those watercolour memories don’t quite hold a candle to this. 
Hajime’s hand glides down your back in repetitive, methodical strokes. It makes you feel delicate, like something in you might fracture. You try to ease your breathing as he pulls you closer. The proximity isn’t anything new, but this is something else. Different. It always is, with him, only this time you don’t need to convince yourself otherwise. 
Fingers twisting into the thin cotton of his yukata, you mumble, “Thanks, Haji”. 
You feel his lips on your temple like hot wax. Your eyes flutter closed, and all at once you feel brave enough to say it, but the moment passes as his head drops against the pillow. 
From the recesses of your memory rose the rehearsed speeches, the recipes for honmei chocolate, the imagined cliche scenarios that you left dog-eared in highschool. All the ways to say ‘I love you’. 
Hajime has always expressed love in smaller ways. You’ve observed, over the years, his little habits. Easing small burdens. He’d take the clothes off his own back if it could make your journey smoother but wouldn’t ever dream of asking you to stray from it. That’s where you differed, and what you feared. 
If he got cold feet you would need to be the brave one. 
For all that you had doubted about the nature of Hajime’s feelings towards you over the years, you could have some faith in it now. The thought of him leaving again without hearing it from you—without knowing you were an option—doesn’t bear thinking about. 
Vague and half-formed, you succumb to sleep on the end of a drowsy self imposed promise. Tomorrow, you’ll tell him. 
Wading through a cottony haze, your consciousness sharpens in increments. Every physiological response in your body is shouting that it is far too soon to rise. You groan, tilt your head and let it loll against your arm; the other is flung outside of the covers, fingertips skimming the futon edge. 
You’ve turned on your side in the night. Slowly, you realise a firm body has conformed to your back, knees nudged up behind your own, bending them toward your chest. The way you melt into their warmth and nudge against the cradle of their hips is instinctive. Then the shallow, steady breaths brushing the nape of your neck stutter on a sharp inhale and your eyes fly open, remembering where you are. 
Hajime. 
After a few seconds endured with bated breath you release the tension in your muscles. He’s asleep. 
There’s stark relief. The initial terror in your chest ebbs. Careful as you go, you slip out from Hajime’s grip. A crease forms in his nose, frowning at your absence, and you stay to see how he reaches for you even subconsciously. 
A long yawn forces your jaw open, tongue sitting like cotton as the last dregs of sleep fade. A quick look around the room tells you Takahiro is the only one up. The latticed door to the onsen is cracked open. You pull your yukata tighter to your chest to shield against the slight draft. Blood rushes down to your toes as you walk, prickling white noise filling both legs. 
Bordering the onsen is a quaint patio area mimicking a traditional veranda. There’s a mosaic garden table and two matching folding chairs, one of which is occupied by a visibly hungover Takahiro. 
“Anyone would think you had a night out,” you murmur, closing the door behind you. The air is cool again. Morning birdsong carries over from the trees.  Takahiro peeks at you through his lashes, a permanent frown etched into his brow. A headache, if you had to guess. He’s slumped in the chair with long legs stretched outward, a cigarette nestled in the ‘V’ between his fingers, held up by a loose wrist like it alone was too heavy.
The tip glows red as he takes another drag and turns his head away to exhale the smoke into the dew laden air. “Never let me mix drinks again,” he rasps.
“You say that every time,” you cross your arms over your middle and sit down. The metal is cold under your thighs, felt through the thin fabric. “Sleep well, atleast?”
“Like the dead,” he flashes a conspicuous smile as he brings the cigarette to his lips. “You?”
A voice nonchalant in a way that betrays his interest. Subtle in his teasing. Despite already knowing he would’ve seen you and Hajime on his way to the veranda, the confirmation leaves you feeling hot.
“It was comfortable,” you reply stiffly, braced to defend yourself ad nauseam. Takahiro’s eyes softened in the rousing grey-blue daylight. 
“Good,” he says. 
“That’s all?”
“What, you want me to force the subject? Figured you've had enough of that already”. 
“No,” you sigh, sinking into your chair. “…Thanks, Makki”. 
Takahiro shrugs lightheartedly and stubs his cigarette out. There’s movement from inside the room. At that moment the door slides open, and Hajime pops his head through the narrow gap. 
Your fingers twist hard around your obi. He looks sleep mussed where he’s sitting on the tatami, pushing the door further open to lean on the frame. There’s recognition and relief in his gaze as he glances from Takahiro to you. No indication he was awake before. 
“Hey,” Takahiro says. 
“Morning,” Hajime replies, sounding as though his throat is dry. A draft dances through and his face scrunches slightly at the nicotine smell. “I set an alarm for breakfast. They’ll be here in any minute”.
“The other two up?” you ask. 
“Mostly,” Hajime nods in their general direction. “Tooru’s getting in the shower and Issei’s on the phone to his little brother”.
Takahiro takes a deep inhale and pushes his centremost knuckle to his forehead. “I’ll go help put away the futons,” he states with a groan. Hajime tucks his legs in to allow him through and swats at the hand that scrubs over his hair in passing. 
He turns his attention to you. A crease from his pillow marks his cheek. “Have you been awake long?” 
“About ten minutes,” you reply, staring hard at the dense garden and dwindling into silence caught somewhere on the knife’s edge between awkward and companionable. Running water streams from the wooden spout into the onsen, making the surface ripple. You latch onto the sound. “Shame we didn’t use the onsen”.
“We’re still here another night,” Hajime says placatingly. “Use it when we’re back from the festival if you want”. 
You nod, adjusting your yukata without reason. The simple need for distraction. “Maybe,” your mind can’t help veering toward the worst case scenario. What would’ve changed by that time, tonight? What would you say, and how, if anything at all? The thought makes your stomach twist. You’re not sure you could recover if he reacted poorly. 
Blinking out of your reverie, you realise that Hajime had been talking. Heat prickles under your skin. “Sorry,” you grin awkwardly, and it feels brittle on your face. “Got lost in my thoughts”.
“About what?”
You wet your lips, like that could soften the blow. “I’m going to miss you,” you tell him. His expression falls. “Both of you,” you add hastily, which does little to reassure him. “When’s your flight again?” 
Hajime’s mouth thins, eyes dipping low. “Late tomorrow night. Or early I guess,” he answers. His shoulders shake and he laughs ruefully, “I’ll miss you too, y’know. Not sure you realise how much,” like it was a matter of fact. The earth would go around the sun and Hajime would miss you.
“Like a hole in my head,” you murmur, so quiet you’re not certain he heard you. Then, slightly louder, “Are you excited to get back to California?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m excited to leave. Got a lot of interesting stuff coming up this semester, though,” he perks up when you gesture, encouraging him to continue. Inwardly, selfishly, you only want to hear him speak a little longer. “One thing I’ve really wanted to do is biomechanical testing. We use it for detailed analysis of our players movement. So…”
The air stifles as the sun rises and drapes across the private veranda, warming the wood panels beneath your feed. Once breakfast has been laid out—and you’ve been bid an enthusiastic ‘good morning’ by the staff—you gravitate toward the same seating arrangement as the night prior. 
It’s nothing short of a buffet. A traditional Japanese-style breakfast, hot rice and miso soup, grilled fish, dried seaweed and shellfish boiled in soy sauce and sugar, all served across four hand-woven bamboo trays. There are western elements to the spread, including coffee and bread, which Tooru happily reaches for. 
“A person like you should really avoid stimulants,” Hajime muttered as he came to sit at the table. 
Tooru startled, hands poised over the steaming coffee pot. He pouted, “A person like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Paranoid, is what I mean”.
“If you're so concerned about my overactive limbic system maybe try being nicer to me!” 
The morning crawls onward with an atmosphere of trepidation. As if waiting for the other shoe to drop. You squirrel away in the ensuite bathroom again to get dressed, taking longer than necessary. Condensation from Tooru’s hot shower sticks to the tile and the mirror’s surface. The reflection is foggy, your figure like a smudge.  You regret not bringing a kimono for the festival—knowing you’ll be surrounded by all that beauty and colour and you worry you’ll look dull in comparison. 
Regardless, you smooth out any lingering creases in your outfit. Dull or otherwise it flatters your silhouette nicely. 
“Oh”.
You step out just as Takahiro angles his mouth to exhale. Smoke plumes out the open door in delicate wisps, swept away by a humid gust of wind. “Shit—sorry,” he mutters, a little flustered as he scrambles to shield you from the smoke, eyes roving over your form. 
“You okay?” you ask, unsure if you should be amused or insecure. 
He stubs his cigarette out into the ashtray balanced on the side and wipes his hands on his jeans with such speed you worried it might create static. Then, suddenly, he’s across the room with his thumb sinking into the swell of your left cheek, tobacco fingertips framing the right; he pushes them together until your mouth is puckered. There’s nothing sweet about it. Rather, it looks like he wants to squeeze you like a clementine. 
“You’re all glowy. And determined,” the crease in his brow deepens, and he adds pressure to his fingers until you’re squirming, flustered. “And you look cute”. Issei emerges from the garden at that moment. Hand up his dark turtleneck shirt, scratching idly at the hair on his belly. 
A deep groan rumbles in his throat. “What are you two doing?”
“I think it’s finally happening”. 
Drawn to Hanamaki’s incredulous outburst, Issei stares at your confused, squashed face as it is turned in his direction. His mouth parts and he squints, as though he were searching for the right words. 
What the fuck, you think. 
“What the fuck,” he says, as if plucking the thought from the air. 
“Right?”
They sidle either side of you. Tall and looming, their overbearing presence has anticipation swooping in your belly. Issei smells it like blood in the water and hooks two fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Well look at that,” he teases, bending forward until your eyes cross. “Wonder who you’re getting all dressed up for. Us?”
“Fuck off,” you grumble, though it comes out muffled and terribly nasal. Takahiro laughs, and his thumb skips over your rabbit-footed pulse as his hand slides down the column of your throat and away. 
“Oi. In all seriousness you do look good,” Issei smiles. His kind eyes squint with it. They’ve made a clear effort themselves. That’s part of the fun. 
A voice floats in from the genkan, “Who are we talking about?” Tooru looks up from his phone and he beams. “Oh! You look cute,” he says, tone light and pleasant. “Hajime will like it”.
“Your reactions are worrying me a bit,” you reply dryly in favour of ignoring the heat in your cheeks. “Anyone would think I usually look awful”. 
“No,” their three voices overlap as they protest. “You never look awful,” Tooru says, shaking you gently by the shoulders. Then he stops to consider his words. “Well. Maybe that time we thought you had strep throat”.
“What Oikawa wants to say is,” Takahiro cuts in with a flat glare in the other’s direction, “We’re here to support you today, and stuff. That’s all”. 
“And stuff,” you repeat, a fond smile coming unbidden to your lips. The surge of affection has you trying to stretch your arms around three big bodies. “You’re being overbearing. But thank you”. 
Their arms come up to wrap around your lower back and reciprocate. You are corralled into a long, strong hug, compressed from every direction. They release you when Hajime returns. He is visibly stupefied at the scene, brow knit as he fiddles with the collar of his dark denim jacket. 
Your spine straightens, taking an unnecessarily deep breath. “Hi Hajime,” you say. It feels so different now, now there's all that premeditated intent behind it. Like ‘IloveyouHajime’ bunched into a single word. 
“Hi. You look…” Hajime's throat bobs. “Good. You look good”.
You glance at the boys and chew the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress your grin, “So I’ve heard”.
The sun is at its highest point when you leave the ryokan together. You are swallowed up by gold beneath the gingko trees flanking the road, a mosaic of dappled light filtering through the partial canopy and intermixed with the softly shaded ground. 
Foot traffic grew dense on the main street, teeming with life. “Stick close,” Hajime murmured next to your ear. You suppressed a shudder and took his arm so as not to stray far. The crowd herds your group closer to the heart of the festival. Sound assailed you from every direction. Thousands of lanterns have been strung up, forming a blushing canopy over the yagura, a makeshift stage housing performers and musicians, handsome taiko drummers setting the pace for participants to gather around it and dance along in circles.
There’s a sense of harmony, pigments blended into one another. Families are swathed in beautiful kimonos and silks, jinbei and traditionally woven hats. Your group stood out for their height alone—Mattsun especially, the tallest of the four men. People part to let you through, and children look skyward with awed eyes, jumping in place to see how high they could get. 
The current pushes you towards the stalls, where an amalgamation of savoury scents pervade the air. Sweet, crisp okonomiyaki sauce, intense pickled ginger, charcoal smoked meats. Hunger knots in your stomach. Hajime looks over the heads of people and spots some vendors. 
“Guys,” he raises his voice and drops his arm around your back with firm reassurance. The others pause, colliding with the moving bodies around them. “Food first. Then we can go to the games”.
You’re suitably satiated after takoyaki. The folded boat-shape container they’d handed over to you is warm in the already throbbing heat. It burns at the nape of your neck; the sun and the many stares of those around you. Takahiro, Issei and Tooru, too, keep flicking their eyes over, as if waiting for something to happen, or some kind of sign. 
Music plays over the din. A quick-tempo showy melody, like one would hear at a circus. Takahiro points at the ring toss stall. “Hey, ‘kawa. Win me something,” he says. 
“Win it yourself!”
“Don’t be like that babe,” Takahiro laments dramatically, his movements becoming languid and sloppy as he drapes himself around Tooru’s shoulders with his mouth curled into a smarmy grin. “You’re so much better at tossing than me”.
At your back, Hajime shakes with restrained amusement. Issei catches your eye and shakes his head while Tooru sniffs primly, attempting to scrunch his own smirk into a displeased pout, and relents. “Fine,” he says. “But one of you needs to win me a mask at the rifle-shooting game”.  
“I don’t need to do anything,” Issei replies dryly as they start toward the ring toss game with startling synchrony. You glance at Hajime’s face, at another tentative, uncertain beginning of a smile, and feel the limitless joy of being together ballooning inside you.
“Did you want anything?” he asks as you walk. 
Giddy, you cling closer. Part of your brain is stuck on the thought that anyone on the outside looking in would probably assume you were a couple. “If you’re feeling generous,” you exaggerate the flutter of your eyelashes, making Hajime snort. 
Hours slip through your fingers like sand. In no time at all the sky began to darken. There’s a bubbling anticipation in your chest the later it gets. You lift your head to be met with the ochre of evening, azure blending into vivid orange at the horizon. 
Issei tips his head back to take in the sky. “Fireworks are starting soon,” he announces. Tooru’s eyes flicker to you. The tangible sense of finality that had permeated the afternoon comes to a long awaited fulcrum. You’re tempted to linger amongst the stalls, simply to vy for extra time. 
“You two should go and find somewhere to sit,” Tooru insists, shaking his finger from Hajime to you, “We’ll go grab some more food and join you later”.
Hajime levels him with a flat look. “All three of you are needed for that?”
“Yes,” Tooru smiles back, an intensity to his expression. You shift your weight from left foot to right, waiting with bated breath.
After a moment of anticipatory silence, Hajime exhales his acquiescence and turns to you. “Come on then. Let’s find a spot”.
You’re pulled along with him, casting a lasting glance toward your friends and their encouraging gestures as you go. He leads two steps ahead, shoulders drawn to his ears, which are now notably pink. The fingers around your forearm are clammy and loose enough that you could break free. Instead, you overturn your wrist and slide up into his palm, aligning your hands to properly hold him. You squeeze three times, and the rigidity in his posture lessens.
Hajime leads you away from the crowded centre toward the river bank as the display starts in an explosive burst. Couples and families have dispersed there to watch the fireworks. When he manoeuvres himself to his knees you bend to sit beside him, the soft blades of grass flattened under your weight. 
The fireworks go on for close to half an hour, great pulsing strobes, fiery dandelions and starbursts of light brightening both the sky and the water. You hear nothing over the noise, not even your own breathing. A streak of gold shoots up, few becoming many, fizzling into pinpricks of light mimicking fireflies.
You wonder after it ends, "Are the Californian displays better?"
Hajime binks at you, registering the question. He makes a contemplative sound. "Bigger, yeah. Especially on the fourth of July," he brings your joined hands over his lap and you stare as he absentmindedly strokes the back of your knuckles. "Wouldn't say that makes it better. Better depends on the company".
You mumble your agreement, "Think the others missed it?"
"Would be pretty hard to miss," he smirks softly, falling into a comfortable silence. Childlike laughter chimes around you, sparklers of every colour glowing etching names and shapes into the darkness. “They’ll be around here somewhere”.
You lift your gaze, staring at his profile. Your eyes traced the line of his jaw up to the delicate shell of his ear. “Hey,” you mumble, drawing his attention away from the surroundings. Speckles of light reflect in his irises as he turns to face you, cheekbones burnished with a soft red afterglow. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something”.
His brow arches in lieu of a response. Every movement he made you mirrored without meaning to. Quieter than before, you start, “I…” and as fast as it comes your resolve withers. Stretches and thins into weak, fibrous threads.
“What’s wrong? Is it that bad?” he tries for a grin. Hajime puts on a brave face for you, he always does. But you can hear the genuine concern in this voice, and it spurs you on.
"Just don't want you to think I'm being selfish".
“You can be selfish sometimes," Hajime argues.
“Even with you?”
“Especially with me”.
You scrunch your eyes shut.
Hajime frowns and rushes to wipe the stray tear with his thumb, swiping right through it like spider silk. "Take your time," he murmurs, hands an unsteady counterpoint to the surety in his voice. Your heart beats, a desperate rattling behind your ribs. Trembling hands, damp skin. The swoop in your stomach that makes you feel as though your body is precariously balanced on a cliff's edge. This could be everything you’ve ever wanted. This is it.
A slow burn has to catch fire eventually.
So you reach inside and twist the spigot of your heart. A trickle becomes a flood fit to burst. It’s all encompassing, like love and heartbreak at the same time. You look at him and blurt, tremulously, “I’m in love with you,” then wince for having said it, as if you hadn’t really meant to.
“I have been for as long as I can remember. You’re my best friend and I was scared to say it and…” you continued, voice all in a rush, with the pained expression of someone who hadn’t meant to say that either, “I still am. Scared, that is. I'm sorry it took this long. My feelings for you were always at odds with my fear of losing you. And I’m sorry if it’s selfish. I know we don’t have much time left until you leave, and this could make everything weird, but you deserve to know that you're loved. That I love you. And—really, Hajime, if you could just stop me whenever you feel like it that would be great,” you snapped your mouth shut, white hot with embarrassment.
Hajime remained motionless, jaw slack and muscles wire-tight with tension for a long, sickening moment. The sting has you backing off, away, trying to think of something to explain, some excuse—
—Hajime surged forward and kissed you.
It is not like you imagined. There's nothing slow about it, no hesitance nor gentility. Hajime kissed as if trying to press the full weight of his want upon you. As if gravity were a mere suggestion. You suck in a sharp, surprised breath. Relaxing into it your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders to pull him impossibly close, drinking in his soft shudder when you brush the nape of his neck, making all the little hairs there stand endwise.
Hajime's lips are smoother than they look. His hands roam over your hips, kneading the soft parts of your body, and you give way to indulgence. You tilt to kiss his shallow cupid's bow, down to the corner of his mouth. Teeth nibble at your lower lip, the tip of his tongue hatching hundreds of butterflies in your stomach as he traces the seam with promise.
Another loud bang startles you out of the kiss. Laughter and whispers. You sharpen to the surroundings, noting the distant acrid smell of smoke. Rather than release you, Hajime wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his nose into the hollow where your jaw and neck met. Faint stubble tickles your throat. Your heartbeat clamours in your ears, the blood in your body blush rushing to your head.
"Sorry," you hear him say. His lips drift across your skin as he speaks. The apology fills you with immediate dread. "Should've asked before I did that," he continued quietly.
"Fuck. Is that all?" you slump in his grip with a quiet, wet laugh. "You scared me".
Hajime rears back to look at you, enough room to share a shallow exhale. His palm, large and rough, rose to cradle your cheek. He leans his forehead against yours. You feel like you’ve eaten the sun, brimming with inexpressible tenderness.
"Sorry," he repeats, understanding washing over his expression and a sheepish, fond smile playing on his lips. Pinker than before, not cold bitten, but kiss bitten. "Waited to do that for a long time," his eyes soften in the shadows, half lidded as they flit across your features.
"You have?"
"Used to think you would be my first kiss. First everything, really," Hajime's smiles broadens at your uncertainty, awed and dumbfounded, as he maps out the curve of your jaw with his thumb. Light over your fluttering pulse point. His hand drops and the heat lingers on your neck. He swallows, a sobering moment. "I love you too. Not sure if there was ever a time that I didn’t," he pauses then, looking out toward the orange glow flickering through the treeline, expression unguarded and open. “I kept trying to find opportunities to tell you. I didn't know how. Thought it wouldn't be...”
"Fair?" you finish for him. Of course.
The bonfire has been lit. Cheers can be heard across the river. Your thoughts splinter, stuck in the present while wondering if the others found their way, or if they were hidden somewhere, watching it all unfold. The mental image of them crouched in a random bush together makes you snort, and Hajime's brow pinches.
"Just," you rush to explain, grasping his forearm. You're halfway into his lap. When had that happened? "I imagined the guys hiding somewhere trying to spy on us. S'stupid".
An impish grin graced Hajime's face, ducking his chin as though to hide it. "I wouldn't put it past them," he says. And it hits you that—Hajime has always looked at you like this. Has been saying he loved you, for a long time.
You dither, your skin suddenly cool, and your palms clammy. "Hajime," you say at the same time as he begins to speak.
"Oh—you can—"
"No, you".
"I was going to say we should head back," his voice is infused with fond exasperation, gaze dipping to your union. He clears his throat, "For some privacy. I can't touch you the way I want to, out here".
“Right, right,” you nod slowly through the rush of adrenaline. It prickles in your fingers, the skin on your arms pebbling as Hajime eases you to your feet and a strong arm snakes around your waist. His lips brush your cheek.
“This okay?” 
Melting into the crook of his elbow like it was a space carved just for you, you return a kiss to his jaw and tell him, “You don’t need to ask”. 
“Noted,” he says roughly. 
The walk to the ryokan is a blur. You hardly remember the faces of those you passed. The dancers had been bright in your periphery, their movements reduced to streaks of colour, and every beat of the taiko drum thundered in your chest. 
The quick text you sent to the group chat receives an overwhelming litany of winking emoticons and exclamation marks. Inwardly you hope Hajime doesn’t read them until after—whatever it is you’re heading back to do. Hajime notices. “What’re they saying?” 
“That, uh,” the phone screen dims as you lock it and shove it deep into your pocket. Your legs keep moving. “They promised not to be back for a while,” you shared a meaningful look and wet your lips at the ideas flitting through your mind. The taste of him lingers. Takoyaki, toothpaste and lip balm. 
Together you stumble through the lobby to your room. Hajime remains close at your heel; not once do his hands leave your waist, steadying your movements. You feel drunk. Exhilarated and swept up in the newness of it, as if in a free fall. The keycard almost slips from your trembling fingers as the door beeps open. You step into the shadowed genkan and swivel to take his face into your hands. Another beep as the door closes. You press yourself to Hajime’s front and kiss him. Natural as anything. 
Hajime leads you deeper into the room. The tatami yields under your feet. He sighs blissfully as your tongue swipes along the seam of his mouth, opening up for you and coaxing you in. It’s languid and without demand. The soft, wet sound makes your skin hot. You shudder as he sucks on your tongue, letting go to take the flesh of your bottom lip between his teeth.  
“Need you. On the bed,” you murmur, threading your fingers into his cropped hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. Starting at the crown, you make your way down the back of his head to the nape of his neck where you found him to be sensitive. He shudders, goosebumps spreading over his skin, and arousal seeps through your core. 
“Anything you want,” he breathes. A frisson of anticipation zips up your spine when he steps forward to crowd you against the bedroom door, fumbling at the handle. It swings open and your stomach tightens at the abrupt inertia, stumbling onto the bed together with an oomph. 
Hajime rises onto his forearms, flicks on the lamplight before bracing either side of your head. His nose bumps yours, a warm puff of air against your mouth as he bends his knees, slotting your hips together. You kiss him again. It’s more of a press of mouths, because you can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. 
The outline of his cock is pressed hot against you. You hook your heels into his lower back and breathe his name into his mouth. Flint sparks in your belly as he instinctively ruts forward, rising frantically to meet him. Lips part above your own in a shaky groan, quivering as he deepens the kiss. 
There’s tension buzzing under your skin, the restless, pleasant kind that diffuses into every fibre of muscle and leaves you shaking. A soft hitch of breath. You rock your hips in search of relief, feeling his cock hard in the tight confines of his jeans. “More,” your voice dwindles into a weak moan.
“Slow down,” he calls to you, gentle and placating in a way that makes your eyes sting. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” and you wish that were true.
The rustle of fabric as you undress is inordinately loud in the intimate atmosphere he draws you into. Hajime’s eyes deign to stray from you as he shucks his jacket off and pulls his shirt over his head. The blush on his chest looks like the aftershock of a shot of sake; colour that seeps through his body and stains his skin. He’s gorgeous in the warm dim light, emphasising the shadows of his pecs and the downy hair on his navel. You trace a finger through it and preen at how his abdomen clenches. 
A rough hand slips behind your knee, not quite prying them apart. Hajime thumb strokes the skin there. “Can I taste you?”
Desire tugs at the base of your spine, heart racing. You’re wet. You can feel the cool kiss of air between your thighs. With a surge of want they fall open to him. The quiet hitched breath doesn’t escape you as he looks at you. 
Palms smooth down the backs of your thighs. They ache and stretch to accommodate him. Hajime descends, forging a languorous path of wet kisses on his way. Your stomach twists in anticipation when he blows lightly over your pussy, bringing your legs up to straddle his head, kneading the soft flesh there. 
Hajime’s eyes can’t find a place to call home. Flitting from your sex to your chest to your face, mouth hovering just above where you want him. Even so you find yourself wanting to kiss him again. Wanting for more hands, more mouths, more time to learn him with. 
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps, pressing praise into the delicate skin there. It’s the expression on his face that makes you throb. The intense, unabashed want. You’ve never seen him look like that. “You’ll tell me what you like, yeah?”
You concede with a barely audible mumble, unable to trust your voice. The corner of Hajime’s mouth quirks into a smirk. Then his thumbs are tucking into the innermost creases of your thighs, gently spreading your folds. He presses a chaste kiss to your clit before licking a broad stroke through your folds. 
Forcing his eyes open, Hajime clutches at the fat around your hips. He laps at your pussy, alternating between slow and fast, firm and languid, finding a rhythm that plays your body until your hips are rolling against his face. You cling to the bedsheets, head dropping back into the pillows. “Like that. Hajime,” you gasp as flickers back and forth over your clit, breathlessness abated by the sudden rush of air to your lungs. “Fuck. Don’t stop—!”
You hear his deep inhale, and his eyes scrunch shut with a long groan as he keeps pace. It sends an echo of pleasure through you—makes you clench around nothing, an innate plea from your body. He kisses your pussy, open mouthed, sweet and precise. Heat gathers in your belly like a solar flare. The pressure has you bursting at the seams. 
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you say, voice caught in your throat. Your thighs wrap around his head, toes curling. He doesn’t push, or adjust his pace, or let his enthusiasm get the better of him. A broken moan spills from your lips, pelvis undulating with each wave. Hajime maintains the rhythm—exactly as you need it, right as your spine arches into the sheets, and your orgasm ripples through you. 
Your breathing begins to steady. Your legs fall slack, hung limp over Hajime’s shoulders. He hums, a satisfied little noise, and rests his cheek against your inner thigh as his tongue slides lazily through your folds. You take in the arousal and spit coating his cheeks, half lidded stare, the sheen of sweat on his brow, and feel a surge of affection. 
Your fingertips graze his temple. His eyes flutter at the tender touch, and Hajime tips into it, pressing a kiss to your palm. “Good?” he asks, smiling. 
“Good?” you repeat with disbelief. You grab at his shoulders to coax him back up, pleased when he goes willingly. You readjust as he buries his arms under you and gathers you close to his chest, kissing the corner of your lips. You turn and murmur into his mouth, “You’re a little too good at that”.
Hajime laughs, lolling his forehead to yours. “Just good at following instructions,” his voice goes tight at the pressure against his cock, your hips raised to feel him through his briefs. “Fuck”.
“If you want to,” you tease dazedly. He nips at your lip in retaliation. 
“Don’t feel like we have to,” Hajime reassures after a beat, hand coming to rest on your waist. He strokes up and down your flank. “I don’t have any condoms. And I know this has been pretty fast”. 
You consider him closely, love suffusing through you like a warm, pleasant fog. It spurs you to admit things you wouldn’t have otherwise. “I’m clean. We can stop if you want to,” you kiss his cheek, “But I’ve waited enough. I want you,” you kiss the bridge of his nose, “Wanna know what you feel like inside me,” you kiss his slack mouth, tasting yourself. “Want you to know what I feel like when I cum, so you can think about it when we’re apart—”
Hajime pins you to the bed like a butterfly, his jaw set tight. His eyes are dark, gone is the colour of nascent spring. You feel swallowed up by him. “Keep talking and you’re going to make me cum,” he rumbles, reaching to push down his briefs. 
“I don’t care if you cum as soon as you put it in,” you squirm, tucking your chin to watch the moment his cock slips free. He sits in his palm and wraps his fingers firmly around the base, leaning deeper into the cradle of your hips, legs splayed overtop his firm thighs.  
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Hajime replies dryly, dipping to kiss you again. You’ve lost count of how many. He positions his arm above you by the headboard and the hot weight of his cock settles on your sex. You share a soft sigh as he guides the tip through your folds, the underside nudging against your clit. 
“You know what I mean,” your focus is torn between talking and angling your hips to take more of him. “Doesn’t have to be mind blowing I just—want to be with you,” you mumble, quiet like an admission, and Hajime’s concentration comes apart at the seams. 
The air is stolen from your lungs as the tip slips in. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, seeking—something. Leverage. A tether. Chest to chest, Hajime presses you deeper into the mattress as his cock sinks into you. Slow, attentive to your shifting expression while you adjust to the stretch. 
And when he bottoms out you feel full. He’s thick. it has a sense of contentment spreading throughout your body. Eventually, “You can move, big guy”. 
Hajime gives a gasping breath, groaning your name on the next. The rough timbre of his voice makes you pulse around him. The corded muscles in his arms flex as he shifts. There’s a dull sting while he pulls out, and a startling emptiness, immediately sated as he rocks his hips forward. You arch upward, angling your hips to take him deeper, and his eyes screw shut, lips parted in a silent moan.
Hajime fucks you with slow, deliberate thrusts, gradually building a rhythm, finding a pace that you respond to. You can hardly bear to look away from him. Flushed pink with exertion, the light lovingly kissing the left side of his face, mouth swollen and red. He’s murmuring little incantations of praise that you strain to hear over the sharp slap of skin, every thrust plucking another breathless sound from your throat. 
And he’s looking right back, almost reverential. A desperate pinch to his brow. You dig your heels in, nails biting at his back. It’s all you can do to hold on. His kisses grow clumsy as his attention wanes, reaching a spit-wet hand down to play with your clit as he pistons his hips. 
“M’close,” he grunts like it pains him to admit. 
Your ears are ringing. The sticky, wet echo reverberates around the room as Hajime fucks you. His strokes press impossibly deeper and you choke on a moan, feeling him in your throat. His fingers rub faster over your swollen clit. Pleasure spreads through your belly, blood rushing between your thighs. 
“Please,” you cradle his cheek, hot against your palm. He takes it in his free hand, interlocking your fingers against the bedsheets. The intimacy has your mind going numb. You’ve become a knot of a person. That new vulnerability, the love he’s immolating you with, is what knocks you toward the edge. “Hajime,” you cling to him desperately. “Hajime”.
“Fuck. I’m cumming, I’m—” Hajime buries his face into the crook of your neck, intermittently squeezing your hand. His thrusts are harder, sloppy. He shudders to a stop, his orgasm carving him straight down the middle with a drawn out moan. 
The tension seeps from him all at once. You laugh breathlessly at his collapse, the weight both comfortable and bruising. His pelvis is nestled perfectly against your clit, and every twitch creates another wave of pleasure. You undulate your hips to chase the friction. 
The only indication that Hajime notices is the smile curling against your throat. He lets his lips drift across your pulse, folding his arms around yours until the world and it’s axis are just that—Hajime. Without needing to ask, he stays close and circles his hips even as his cock softens inside you, tipping you over the precipice. 
Time is difficult to measure while swaddled in your intimate little bubble. You’re not sure how long you spend simply holding one another, commiting how the other feels to memory. Hajime kisses your forehead. “Love you,” he says.
“Love you,” you croak back unattractively. He flinches at the sound, and props himself up to search your face. 
Eyes wide and earnest he asks, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m alright. Just processing everything,” you reply, blinking away the sting behind your eyes. Hajime doesn’t look convinced. 
“Tell me,” he gently encourages. There’s an anxious edge to his tone that you want rid of. 
“Besides the fact that I had sex with the guy I’ve been in love with since middle school and everyone is going to know when they get back?” you laugh, making Hajime’s mouth curl as he carefully manoeuvres you both onto your sides. Better. “I’m just scared about what this means for us, I guess. Are we—you know, together now? Doing the long distance thing?” 
Giving a thoughtful hum, he hooks your knee over his hip. Whether it’s to put off the mess a little longer or keep you close, you’re not going to complain. “I want to be with you,” he says. 
“Even though we’ll be…” you squint as you think and reach inward for the specific number “…five thousand three hundred and fourteen miles apart?” 
“You looked that up?” Hajime’s smile widens, dopey and fond in a way that makes your heart ache. “But yeah. We’ll take it one step at a time”. 
“Then what’s the next step?” 
“Next?” he says. Another tender kiss to your temple, a deep, pensive inhale. “Next, we use the onsen”.
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You can’t be sure how long you stand there, sluggish and unblinking, fixated on the distant threads of grey cutting across an otherwise dark sky. It felt dissonant to the torrential downpour in your chest.
A warm body comes up behind you. Issei rests his chin on your crown, rubbing it back and forth as Takahiro knocks your elbows together, “Ready to go?”
No, you think. After a few beats of silence you phone buzzes in your hand and you scramble to check it. The background is the picture Takahiro took of you and Hajime by the lake, in a world of your own. A notification bar cuts across the screen. 
Hajime (03:34): I love you. I’ll call when I land. 
You swallow that thought and uproot yourself, “Yeah. Yeah I think so”.
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teamatsumu · 1 month
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all eyes on you. (seijoh 4 x reader)
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warnings: pure smut, not even an iota of plot, swearing, fem!reader, voyeurism, fingering, masturbation, implied group sex, slight degradation
word count: 1k
tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead
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“H-Hajime,” Your voice trembles and breaks, body arched and wound up tight. Your nails dig into his forearms enough to leave marks, but you’re not sure he minds, considering his fingers only speed up inside you and he moans deliciously in your ear.
Iwaizumi has your back against his chest, and your legs hooked over his. He spreads his legs, simultaneously spreading yours, his unoccupied arm wrapped tight around your waist to hold you in place and keep you nice and open for the three pairs of hungry eyes that are trained on your naked, sweaty body.
“Touch her clit,” Hanamaki whispers, his hand working over his own exposed cock. He is leaning back on the couch before you, looking more bored than anything, but his eyes are sizzling with heat, unblinking, and his hand on his cock is urgent. Your breath stutters, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or because Iwaizumi chooses that moment to curl his fingers inside you.
“Don’t tell me how to please my girlfriend.” Iwaizumi grunts back, free hand reaching up to cup at your breast almost possessively. Nevertheless, his fingers slide out of you with a wet squelch and reach up to toy at your engorged clit. Your legs jerk and you gasp at the change in sensations.
“Don’t get snarky, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice does not match the playfulness of his words. It is husky and low, and he too is playing with his erection. The head is deep pink and weeping with precum, proudly showing just how aroused he is. How can he not be? With the show Iwaizumi is using you to put on.
“She loves it so much, see? Look how pretty she looks.” Oikawa continues, voice turning softer now, more teasing. It almost doesn’t feel like a compliment. Like he is demeaning you, but it only turns you on even more. You can’t believe this is something you enjoy, the jeering way he was talking about you. Iwaizumi never did that. You whine, eyebrows creasing.
“She likes that.” Matsukawa somehow sounds just as sharp and teasing as Oikawa. He has been quiet this whole time, only watching. He hadn’t even undressed, choosing to instead stick his hand in his pants and slowly stroke over himself. Deep down, you longed to see his cock too, knowing because of the jokes the boys made over the years that he was more than well endowed. But you are too shy to voice your desire. You are already doing something you couldn’t have imagined in a million years.
“You assholes are lucky you’re even watching this.” Iwaizumi quipped. “Don’t be ungrateful.”
He keeps his fingers moving on your clit, unwinding his other arm from around you to fill up your empty hole again. You gasp and arch again, one arm reaching back to grip tight on his hair while the other continues clawing at his skin.
“Tell me how you feel, baby.” He coos, knowing you are getting closer.
“Tell us how you feel.” Oikawa interjects, grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him a glare. His hand speeds up, anticipating your release and wanting to reach his high at the same time.
“I-” You weep, tears escaping your eyes to coat your cheeks instead. “I- Hajime!”
“Sshh, I’ve got you.” Hajime kisses the skin just below your ear, a spot that he knows is sensitive. “You’re doing so good, baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everyone’s looking at you. You’re so sexy.”
“You are, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa speaks again. “Can’t believe I’ve never seen you like this before. Been missing out.”
“Wish it was me,” Hanamaki chimed in. “Wonder what your pretty pussy would feel like on my cock.”
“Watch it.” Iwaizumi warned, but you moaned loudly, clamping down hard on his fingers. Matsukawa snickered.
“You’ve got a whore on your hands, Iwa.” He commented. “She fucking loves the thought of it. Isn’t that right?”
He leans forward, hand moving faster and faster inside his jeans. His words shock you, he is so crass. But it sends a current zipping down your torso, settling like heat in the pit of your stomach. Iwaizumi rubbed hard against your clit, curling his fingers against your spot.
“You want their cocks?” Iwaizumi groans into the shell of your ear, picking up on how aroused you are getting. “You little slut. You’re not satisfied by just me. You’re not even satisfied by them watching. You need them to fuck you.”
You wail as you come, body winding tight as electricity runs up your spine and clutches tight at your lungs. You try to close your legs, to stop Hajime’s hands as they continue to abuse your sloppy pussy. He doesn’t let you, though. His legs hold yours in place as he watches your body writhe. There are groans and curses, as one man after another cums after you, reaching their limit at the sight of your undulating torso, your curled toes, your jaw slacked and your tears still flowing.
Iwaizumi finally pulls his fingers out, running his drenched hand over your sensitive cunt. You jump and whine, trying to push him away, but your weakened limbs are no match for him. He brings his hand down, spanking your pussy and making you yelp.
“Behave,” Iwaizumi nibbles at your earlobe. “Be nice. We have guests.”
Your eyes finally find your audience, their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. You immediately notice the white that coats their cocks, their hands, some traveling up their bare fronts. You flush at the sight, and you feel something in your core stir again.
Iwaizumi pats your thigh, closing his legs and encouraging you to move. He manhandles you to face him, bringing your focus down to his still rock hard cock. Your breath hitches at the little smirk on his face.
“C’mon, baby. Take care of me. And if these idiots wanna keep watching, they’re welcome to.”
No one moves from the couch, straightening to eye the show you will put on next.
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begko · 4 months
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keep quiet. -seijoh 4
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warnings: 18+ MDNI, poly, implied masturbation, implied sex(? I think), idk how to tag so lmk if there's anything else
contains: fem reader, seijoh 4 x reader (but mostly Matsukawa x reader and Hanamaki x reader)
wc: 1.2 k
a/n: I feel like there's not enough seijoh 4 fics out there so I decided to write one myself lol. This is my first fic so if anyone likes this I'll finish this and try to post more. Just ask and I'll lyk if I can do it!
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Living in an apartment with four other boys never left your days feeling dull. Although you were all in your 20’s and supposedly more mature than your younger selves, they were still boys. 
They would each find ways to somehow piss you off, whether consciously or not. Dirty laundry in the living room, a bag of chips left open on the counter, or the loud moans of a random girl spilling through the crack in their bedroom door. These things wouldn’t typically leave you feeling so annoyed, but hearing a repeating “Yes Oikawa!” at 3 AM– the night before your abnormal psychology midterm may I add– was seriously starting to test your patience. 
Before you knew it, you found your feet gliding stomping down the hallway towards the brunette’s room, unknowingly drawing the other three to peek out from their own doors. 
“I SWEAR TO GOD TOORU. IF SHE DOESN’T SHUT UP YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN.” You emphasized your threat by loudly pounding your fist on his door, then swiftly retreating back to your room, slamming your door for good measure. You put your earbuds back in and tried to focus on the music that filled your ears.
Thankfully, you eventually drifted to sleep, but the groggy feeling you had the next morning did not dissipate, even with the large coffee you had made. After fumbling with your keys for what seemed like forever, you were met with the faces of your roommates, all waiting to greet you. They each gave you a warm smile, which normally would brighten your mood a bit, but the sight of Tooru’s face made a frown appear on your face. Without a word, you disappeared into your room and threw yourself onto the bed, hoping to catch up on some sleep.
“What did I do?” Hajime immediately slapped the back of Tooru’s head in response. “You idiot! She had an exam today and you haven’t even apologized for keeping her up!” Hajime clicked his tongue in annoyance at his best friend. Tooru rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. “Well how do I make her forgive me? I didn’t know she had an exam!” 
Hajime merely shook his head, “Figure it out.” he said before going to check on you. As he opened your door, he found you– jeans and all – laying face-down on your bed. A groan of acknowledgement came from your figure, causing Hajime to let out a breathy laugh. “You okay?” 
“Headache.” Was all you managed to say before beckoning him to lay with you. He obliged, letting you roll over before laying on top of your half-made bed with you. He adjusted you both so your head would be comfortably caged in his arms, while you curled into his warmth.
“It’s alright, just get some sleep. I’ll stay with you, baby.” There it was. That nickname he gave you. It always put a smile on your face, this time no different, as you drifted off with your lips sleepily curled up at the corners.
While, yes, they were annoying at times, one could argue that they had a soft spot for you. They would often lay with you if they knew you wanted the company, just as Hajime was doing. When a boy would break your heart, you would find one of them waiting outside of your lecture hall with a bouquet of daffodils, ready to take you out to eat or to a club. With them, you never needed to watch cringey rom-coms while incessantly crying. They distracted you from the heartache, until it eventually melted away. And those nicknames, god, those nicknames. You were sure that they meant nothing, but the way that they locked eyes with you as they uttered ‘Princess’ or ‘Darling’ made your heart stop in ways that felt more than platonic. Sometimes, when you touched yourself in the dead of the night, you found yourself imagining them saying it, driving you to your climax. But you would never admit that to any of them. Just as they wouldn’t admit that you would sometimes let your moans get loud enough for them to hear, driving them to let their hands wander down beyond the waistbands of their boxers. They quickly chased their high, knowing that without the sweet noises of your pleasure seeping through the thin walls, they would be left unsatiated.
You awoke to the delicious smell of food wafting in from the kitchen. After stretching a bit, you opened your eyes to find Hajime no longer next to you. You followed the smell into the main area of your apartment, finding the boys sitting at the kitchen counter chatting while Tooru stood with a pink apron on. 
Your small laugh caused them all to turn their heads to wear you stood, a smile appearing on each of their faces. You walked up to them and put your hands on the counter, surveying the mess left on top of it.
“I made you your favorite! And before you say anything, I was just about to clean up.” That drew another giggle to fall from your lips. You mumbled out a ‘You better.” as Tooru wrapped his arms around your form. “I’m sorry for keeping you up last night, please forgive me?” 
“ Fine, just buy a gag for the next time you wanna bring one of them home.” The four laughed while you began to set the table.
After dinner, Tooru told you to put on a movie while the rest of them did the dishes and grabbed something sweet to snack on. You opted to take a quick shower before doing so and changed into a comfortable tank top and shorts. As you plopped down on the couch and simply chose to re-watch The Hunger Games, Hiro and Issei sat down on either side of you. Issei guided you between his legs, allowing your head to lay on his chest, as Hiro moved your legs into his lap. Hiro draped a blanket over your form, as you gave him a small smile of thankfulness. Soon after, Hajime and Tooru sat in the smaller armchairs and started the movie. 
You’ve seen this movie a million times, after all it was your favorite. But as you watched Katniss tie herself to a tree in an attempt to get some sleep, you began to grow bored. You shifted from your position, fidgeting in hopes of becoming comfortable again. “Sit still, pretty girl. I wanna know what happens next.” You heard Issei whisper into your ear. You freeze. For some reason, the mixture of the hot breath that you felt on your neck and the raspiness of his voice made your stomach form a knot. But it wasn’t until you felt Hiro’s hand start to slowly travel up the length of your leg that you finally realized what you were feeling. You felt hot, making you squirm even more. Issei’s arm snaked around your middle, holding you in place. “I said sit still. We’ll give you a reward if you’re good.” Suddenly it felt like your senses were heightened. The feeling of Issei’s arm and Hiro’s wandering hands made your breathing come to a halt. Is this a dream?
“Do you trust us, pretty girl?”
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dira333 · 25 days
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What's in a scarf - Matsukawa x Reader
A/N: Roommates to lovers, Miscommunication, Angst to Fluff
Requested by @notsochillnerd
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The girl is pretty, with soft blond hair and chocolate brown eyes that are now peering up at you.
“Hi?” You ask, stomach swirling with emotion. What is she doing here? Who is she? And, more importantly, who is she to Mattsun?
“Hi,” she chirps, holding out her hand, “I’m Yachi Hitoka.”
Your voice wavers a little when you tell her your name, but if she notices, she doesn’t point it out.
“Do you- uh, are you waiting- do you want something to drink, or?”
“Mattsun should be out any second,” there’s a blush forming on her cheeks as she speaks. Your stomach drops. They must be close if she’s referring to him by his nickname as well. But, doesn’t almost everyone?
“Ah, well, I guess… Do you want some coffee?” You step into the kitchen just to get away from her and the implications of her. You’re still wearing your coat, but you don’t want to go back out where she’s standing. 
You make coffee, more so to distract yourself than to offer her. 
If only Mattsun would reappear from wherever he’s vanished too. 
The universe grants you this wish much too readily for how deaf it has been to your begging in the last months. 
You can hear the front door open, can hear Mattsun’s voice before you see him, or before he sees you.
“There you go, Hitoka-chan,” His voice is warm and filled with affection. When you turn to look at them, your stomach flips. Mattsun’s tying a scarf around the girl’s neck, the color a familiar turquoise. It’s the one he brought back from Seijoh, a custom-made accessory everyone bought. It had been a whim of the Captain in his third year and he’s insanely protective of the piece. To see it wrapped around some other girl's neck makes you choke. You turn back to your coffee, wishing with all your might that it trickles down faster. You need to get out of here.
“Oh,” Mattsun’s voice changes. If it had been warm like a cup of tea before, it’s now smooth and deep and sweet, like drinking molten chocolate. He calls your name. 
“Oh, hey.” You turn around. His brows shoot up at the sight of your forced smile… Or maybe it’s the furrow of your brows that sets him off.
He’s next to you in two big steps. “You okay?” He asks and you nod instead of shaking your head. 
You’re not okay. But he’s got a pretty girl waiting for him, a girl he willingly gives his scarf to, a girl that’s prettier and daintier and just not you.
“I’m fine, just tired. Are you going out?”
“Are you sure?” His hand moves but you step back before he can touch you. Something flickers over his face but you don’t dare to follow it. You turn back to the coffeemaker, fill the drink into your travel mug, and straighten again, presenting it to him like the solution to all of your problems.
“Well, I’ll be going. See you around. Yachi-chan,” You nod in her direction as you rush out of the apartment. 
Actually, you had planned to stay home. You had been dreaming of a cozy evening on the couch all day, the thought of a movie night cuddled up with Mattsun the most heavenly thing. But this isn’t going to be happening. Not tonight, and not in a while, it seems.
And isn’t that just pathetic?
That you can’t even begin to unravel yourself from him, that your mind doesn’t allow the thought of “Not him!” but instead clings to the possibility of “Not now!”?
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“Are you sure you’re not just overreacting?” Your older sister asks an hour later.
You’re sitting on a park bench outside of the library. This one has the best view, even more so now that the sun is beginning to set and below you, the city turns into a canvas of twinkling lights.
“I’m not overreacting!” You defend yourself immediately. “You know how much this scarf means to him.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the only one in existence. It could be Makki’s or belong to one of the other guys that were on his team.”
“But she was so pretty-” You begin, only to be interrupted by her sigh.
“Haven’t I told you enough times already that you don’t have to worry about that? You’re the only one who thinks you look like a troll.”
“I don’t think I look like a troll.”
“Listen,” your sister’s voice suddenly gets that specific tone that tells you to listen up and behave and you straighten without really wanting to, “You need to go back and talk to him. And if I’m wrong in this, which I am not, you can have that dress of mine you always want to borrow.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
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The apartment is quiet when you enter. 
A quick check confirms your suspicion, Mattsun isn’t home. 
You busy yourself with doing the laundry and even get rid of a fat spider hiding next to the washing machine. As you take a picture of your confirmed kill, a habit you’ve grown into ever since you moved in with Mattsun, you can’t help but feel the sadness crawl into your bones again.
It’s comfortable, sharing a flat with him. He’s clean, organized and he always pays his bills on time. The only thing he brings home - besides discounted flowers from the funeral home - is Makki and you’ve long grown used to their humor, awful Karaoke session, and the occasional bout of drunken weirdness.
You send the picture anyway, even though you should have let it live. It would serve Mattsun right to stumble across it in the dead of night. 
But still… How can one not fall in love with him? That’s a question you still have not found an answer to.
You resume your task, get back to folding the clean laundry, still warm from the dryer.
Something turquoise peaks out of the mess and you tug at it, half expecting it to be Mattsun’s old team jersey.
But it’s not.
It’s a scarf.
His scarf, you confirm. His mother stitched his first name into it because he kept coming home with more than one, never knowing which one was his.
Your heart stumbles as your mind tries its best to catch on.
If this is his scarf, then….
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You must have fallen asleep, drained from feeling too many emotions in one single day. You blink against the dim light coming from the kitchen only to realize that there’s a warm hand cradling your cheek.
“Mattsun?” You ask and he hums low in his throat. 
“Hey,” He mumbles, dragging his fingers through your hair, “Are you feeling well?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you try to push yourself up but he settles heavy on your legs, keeping you down. 
“Stay, please?” 
“I can barely see you,” you point out. 
He laughs and maybe it’s the lack of vision that enhances your senses, makes his voice trickle over your skin like the touch of a feather. 
“Maybe that’s for the best.”
You huff and cuddle back into the pillows. The Couch lacks the abundance of your bed, but it’s good enough. Something soft is curled around your right arm and you nuzzle into it, recognizing its telltale turquoise color a little too late.
“Ohmygod,” you gasp, trying to untangle yourself from the scarf as quickly as you can, “I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s okay,” Mattsun’s hand is warm on your wrist. “It looked cute how you cuddled with it.”
Heat envelopes your face and you press your face into the scarf to hide from him. 
You’re the master of lying to yourself, of letting insecurity overwhelm you, but even you have to acknowledge that this looks like more than friends.
It feels like more than friends too, has felt like that for months now.
Mattsun’s hand is on your back now, rubbing lazy circles into your skin. He seems to be comfortable sitting on your legs and maybe it’s that, this comfortableness and the fact that you can’t get away, that has you address what needs to be said.
“Mattsun?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you like Yachi-chan?”
“She’s nice,” he tells you quietly, “A little shy but she’s good for Kentaro.”
“Kentaro?”
“Mhm,” his hand stops for a second, “Did you not know-?”
You bite your lip, glad he can’t possibly see your face right now. But his voice is too soft when he speaks on. Either he’s able to see right through the thick fabric of his scarf or he knows you to well.
“Did you think I was dating Hitoka?”
“Maybe?”
His hand leaves your back. His weight leaves your legs. You try to swallow but only meet resistance. 
Suddenly the room is flooded with brightness. You flinch back and blink into the light.
Mattsun’s in the door, hand still on the switch.
“I want you to see my face when I tell you this,” he declares with determination. “I’m in love with you.”
Your heart stops for a beat, only to resume it’s work with double the speed.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely!” There’s a boyish grin on his face now as he kneels down in front of the couch and pulls your hands out from under the scarf. “Who else will kill all the spiders for me?”
“You’re an idiot!” You scoff, unable to hide your own grin now. 
“But you love me, right?” He asks, peering up at you. “Right?”
You nod, unable to speak. But Mattsun understands anyway.
He eases the scarf from your hands and wraps it around your neck, pulling you close by the ends until there’s nothing but a breath keeping you apart.
“I’d love it if you kissed me now,” he teases.
So you do.
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curtsycream · 2 months
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“Orange.”
Matsu looked up as he noticed her in front of him holding out an orange to him. Letting out a chuckle he takes the orange before peeling it for her. Handing the peeled orange to her as she smiled. Leaning forward she presses kisses against his skin. With that she was gone peeled orange in hand as she ate it.
“Haji, orange.”
She found herself in front of Hajime next holding out another orange. He didn’t skip a beat as he went ahead and peeled the orange for her. Before he gave it back he kissed her on the lips, “you’re welcome, baby.”
“Thank you,” she sputtered taking the peeled orange.
“Toru, orange please.”
“Of course, pretty baby.” He took the orange peeling it without hesitation. As he peeled it he spoke to her asking about her day as he did so. When he was done she kissed him, “thank you…love you..”
“Love you too, cutie!”
“Peel it,” she said to Hanamaki.
Hanamaki held the orange with a raised eyebrow, “I can’t peel this!” He exclaimed while he went ahead and tried his best to peel it. When he handed her the orange it wasn’t perfectly peeled but she admired how willing he was to help her. She couldn’t resist peppering his face in kisses, “you did your best and I love you for it.”
“Next time we’re buying cuties,” Makki said crossing his arms with a smile.
“Like you can peel those..”
“Shut up Issei!”
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ktsumu · 3 months
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Hello Kit! I have been possessed by Takahiro Hanamaki brainrot for the past couple of days. He is my absolute favorite. Do you have any thoughts about him?
if it's involving the seijoh 4 i'm going to have thoughts about it.
most is under the cut because unlike suna’s, this is literally a mess of sfw and nsfw sorry friends
overall, trust fund baby!makki is my favourite. i feel like it's so funny and would explain how the motherfucker NEVER has a job. if anyone in that group is a dealer, it might just be him! (MR i hope you see this)
he’s such a dork too. you two play cards and losses are DEVASTATING. he loses go fish and slumps out of his chair and dramatically drops his cards on the table and
if matsukawa is the king of the deepstroke makki is the king of doggy overall. on the couch? doggy. on the bed? doggy. in the car? doggy. outside on the grass? doggy. in the doghouse? doggy
since he’s the group TFB, all of the seijoh 4 make puppy dog eyes at him when they go out to eat. they’ll have a six dollar sandwich and they’re like ughhhhh this is soooo expensiveeeee
he gives in every time
also makki is so good at aftercare too, sort of funny with it too. will make an ill timed joke when he’s cleaning you up with a towel and evilly laugh when he dodges the pillow you swing down at him
suck his dick and he’ll see god, he’s a blowjob man
favourite place to have sex is probably your bed BUT don’t disqualify him as a car sex guy because i firmly think he is. he takes pride in making you willing to fuck him in a car and the aspect of being in semi public
he has such good car sex playlists too like it’s his normal playlist but it works a little too well. everything is planned.
you pick your side of the bed. it doesn’t matter if he’s slept on that side for all four years he’s lived in his apartment, when you move in and choose that one it is YOURS
hogs the sheets though so now there’s an extra blanket at the bottom of the bed in case he does it again
also makki hasn’t read a book in 5 years so if you’re a bedtime reader, buy him one and he’ll actually read with you because he’s sweet like that
his favourite genre of movies is comedy but he fucks up a psych thriller (when you ask he says it’s whatever yours is but whatever)
he buys you flowers but they have absolutely RIDICULOUS cards in them. like “thanks for letting me cum inside” or “happy toaster-versary” (the year after you bought him a new toaster when you realized only one side of his was working)
he's very boyfriend but also really wants to be husband. ♡
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youmarin · 10 months
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I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!
Word count: 5,462
Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)
Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes. 
You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock. 
Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate? 
“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board. 
“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim. 
“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”
“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.” 
“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.” 
“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.” 
“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up. 
“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.
“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”
“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.
“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.” 
“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised. 
“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least. 
“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.
“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly. 
“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?” 
“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious. 
“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.” 
“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.” 
“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.
“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back. 
“Oh.”  Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.
“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.” 
“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.” 
“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.
Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“
“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off. 
“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders. 
“Oh I know you two.” 
“Keeping tabs about us?” 
“Rather staying clear of you.” 
“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.” 
“I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly. 
Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him. 
“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?” 
“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.
“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.
“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat. 
“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him. 
“Nice job, dumbass.” 
You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up. 
“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them. 
“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly. 
“I don’t think the answers will be enough.”  Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.” 
You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?” 
“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel? 
“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly. 
“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.”  Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him. 
You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?” 
“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed. 
“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes. 
‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out. 
“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki. 
Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa. 
It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf. 
As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.
Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead. 
Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture. 
“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you. 
“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”  
“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him. 
“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room. 
“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath. 
“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette. 
Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?” 
“Nothing.” 
You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts. 
Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged. 
“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”
“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.” 
“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.” 
“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable. 
“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa. 
“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea. 
“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet. 
“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?” 
“Yes.” 
“And?” 
“And what?” 
He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.” 
Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment. 
“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face. 
“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.
“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.
 Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.” 
“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued. 
“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined. 
“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?” 
“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled. 
“So you dated?” 
“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.” 
“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation. 
“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?” 
“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”
*
Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights. 
Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow. 
Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same. 
He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something. 
You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?”  Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?” 
“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed. 
“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely. 
 “You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him. 
“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?”  you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?” 
“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.” 
“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.” 
“Thanks.” 
“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.” 
“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.
“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.” 
“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.” 
“Jealous?” 
“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.” 
A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.” 
When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said. 
Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far. 
*
 It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school. 
“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce. 
“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.  
“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.
“They let you inside like that?” You signaled. 
“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?” 
“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?” 
“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head. 
You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders. 
“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?” 
“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.
“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.” 
When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously. 
*
One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone. 
“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.”  Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell. 
“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying. 
After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two. 
“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.”  Oikawa smacked himself on the face. 
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah, just… Peachy.” 
“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you. 
He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”  
You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand. 
One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile. 
“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes. 
Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.” 
“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked. 
“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?” 
“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.” 
“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him. 
“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.” 
“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.”  You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea. 
“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.” 
“That’s not true.” 
“So you fell for her but she hates you?” 
“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.” 
“What if I don’t?” 
“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought. 
“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?” 
“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?” 
“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…” 
“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”
He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”
“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.
He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.” 
“Then what?” you said expectantly. 
“How about you and Makki?” 
“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him. 
“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully. 
“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.
“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed. 
“Neither are you.”  
“Thanks.”  . . . “But do you find him attractive?” 
“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.  
“Nothing. I was just asking.” 
“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”  
“Want me to ask him?” 
“No. What for?”  
*
Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.
“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…” 
“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.  
Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.” 
Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class. 
Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk. 
Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki 
You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. 
*
“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.
“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.” 
Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later. 
You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.” 
You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you. 
“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile. 
“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-” 
“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him. 
“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-” 
“Are you going out with someone?”  
You shook your head, “I-” 
“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?”  Love?  Then he looked over at the boys seriously. 
Sugawara snorted. 
“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”
“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought. 
“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”  
“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.” 
“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.
“Same thing I’m asking.” 
“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.”  which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit. 
“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room. 
“It’s not true!” 
“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man. 
“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.” 
“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered,  while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way.  His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides. 
“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?” 
“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”
A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin
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spoiledlittledolly · 2 years
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Seijoh 4 nsfw head cannons
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Contains - daddy kink , cow girl , mating press, car sex , doggy style , overstimulation. All that good shit.
All the characters are written in their timeskips (but no timeskip spoiler)
Master list & taglist
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Oikawa tooru
Mating presses are his favourite. He loves being up close to your face while pounding your fat pussy senseless. Kissing and biting at your lips while his cock is covered with yours and his creamy cum.
hhh — hah! Kawa!” You cry out as your nails drag deep scratches down his back, while he licks, sucks and bite at your neck.
“I told you to call me by my first name.” He growls before giving you a harsh bite on your neck. His thrust would become more brutal and animalistic as his paste got faster.
“T-Tooru, I’m cumming aga- aah!.” You’d get cut off by your own orgasm, twitching around him as your body shook in pure bliss.
“Yes!yes!yes, baby — cum on daddy like a good bunny!” He groans in pleasure as his cum spills out into your tight twitching cunt.
Iwazumi hajime
He loves car sex. Iwa owns an black BMW and he’s always fucking you in it. He loves it when the windows steam while in the middle of a hardcore session between you both. Wether you’re riding him or he’s hitting it from the back. It’s always intense and loud. That’s why he always parks in empty parking lots whenever you both plan to get freaky.
He wants to hear them broken whines and whimpers you release whenever you’re overwhelmed and stimulated. “Mm- daddy I-I’m gonna cum again! Hajime!” You’d cry out. And it would make his heart sink in a good way. He groans from pure satisfaction when he sees that he did his job well-done — his cock would twitch uncontrollably as he pumped you full of his dick.
“Yeah keep squeezin’ on me that ‘dat, baby. Daddy’s close.” He cooed as his stuttered thrusts would end abruptly as his seed would spill out of his cock and fill up your insides.
Matsukawa issei
He really likes head. He likes it when you’re on your knees pressed up against the wall while you suck him off. His hand would bang against the wall and soon his arm when he’s about to lose balance. He’d use the wall to help him stand while you make his knees weak. God you’re so good a sucking cock.
“Mm- yeah baby, keep suckin’ daddy like that… I’m gonna wreck that lil’ pussy when yer done.” He’d smirk down at you as you’d smile while stars in your eyes and a smile with your mouth full. Such a cute expression.
Hanamaki takahiro
He loves it when you ride him. The way your tits bounce all up in his face to the way your pussy clenches around his thick dick. “Hana — ‘m gonna break, gimme a break!” You whine as he hits that good spot, making you jolt in pleasure.
“I know baby, just bare with it, I promise ya gonna feel real good soon.” He comforts you into your orgasm, he loves seeing your broken face twist in overwhelming pleasure, the tears running down your plumb cheeks to the start struck look in your eyes when he smirks in your face before he plants a soft tongue filled kiss onto your plush lips.
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lyditheoverthinker · 2 years
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Metamorphosis (Hanamaki x f!reader)
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Word Count: 4.9k
Tags: alcohol consumption in one scene, silly jokes, mild use of swear words, smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, friends to lovers, some seijoh 4 friendship.
Summary: You and Hanamaki have been friends since forever, but isn't your relationship something more than a friendship? He sure would like that. And finally, he starts sending you the signs.
a/n: the Haikyuu wiki informs me that Takahiro Hanamaki means “precious flower roll”.
I also realised I just basically wrote my ideal fanfic man. So the brainbrot is real this time. Really real. Too much real.
The banana joke is based on an irl interaction with some friends. May they be blessed.
<3 Thanks to @ukiyotsu for beta-reading my work and helping me improve it! You’re da best!!
Tagging: @antique-remains
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“I don't like bananas when they're soft,” complains Oikawa, keeping the yellow fruit in hand as if it was poisoned.
“Me neither, the flavour is much better when they're a little unripened,” you comment.
“I mean, of course, hard bananas are better. Hard is always better than soft,” states Hanamaki, a satisfied smile on his face as he glances around the room to see if his double meaning reached his audience.
“Ffffuck.” Iwaizumi just leaves the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
Oikawa, Hanamaki and you burst into laughter at his reaction.
“Hiro, you know he doesn't like talking about this stuff,” you point out just as Iwaizumi re-enters the room. "But yeah, you're right," you nod sagely.
Iwaizumi shoots you an indignant look and exits the room again, leaving the rest of you laughing hysterically.
“Iwa-kun, forgive me!” You scream dramatically from the kitchen and go chasing after him.
You find him setting the movie the four of you were supposed to watch before you got distracted by grabbing drinks and talking about bananas.
“Isn't Mattsun coming?” You ask while you take your seat in the middle of the couch, next to Iwaizumi.
“He's at work tonight.” Hanamaki takes a seat too, his body falling heavily next to yours, pushing you a little.
“Hey, Mr. Feathertouch, may I remind you I'm not a pillow?” You ask, your face between angry and teasing.
“You may,” Hanamaki replies, his tone and expression those of a mighty king talking to his subjects.
You grumble in response and seat yourself more comfortably on the couch, pushing him a bit to the left to regain your space.
“And where do I sit?” Asks Oikawa pitifully.
“The armchair, dumbass, it's literally in front of you,” replies Iwaizumi.
“But I wanted to sit on the couch with you,” the brown-haired man pouts.
In a moment of weakness, you feel a little bad for him. “I can give you my place if you want.”
“Nuh-uh, you're staying right here,” intervenes Hanamaki, hooking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.
You are surprised by his action but, at the same time, you can't really say it feels wrong. You've been friends for years, so you're used to some casual physical contact. But why did he do that? Just to annoy Tōru? It doesn't seem like him.
Oikawa rolls his eyes and finally seats on the armchair next to the couch. He's still close to Iwaizumi, so he shouldn't be too sad.
“Let’s start!” He grabs the remote and starts the movie. You expected Hanamaki to pull his arm away by now, but he doesn't move. You don't really mind, but you're not very comfortable in that position, so you end up moving restlessly now and then.
“Are you uncomfortable, bee?”
Hanamaki started calling you that many years ago, partly because of your love for honey, partly because you were a 'diligent and busy bee' when it came to school—differently from him.
“Hmm, kinda, yeah,” you admit.
“Just come a bit closer.” He murmurs those words right to your ear, and you feel a light shiver running down your neck. You wish you didn't like his voice so much.
Weirdly enough, you comply, scooting over a little to the right and leaning more against him on the left. A small part of your brain wonders if this isn't too much for two people that are just friends. But Takahiro's warmth is so cosy, and the way he asked was so calm and natural that it would feel weird to make a big deal out of it now.
“Better?”
“Yeah.” You nest under his shoulder and rest your face on his chest. It feels nice.
Now you finally bring your focus to the movie, unaware of the observing gazes of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and of the little smile that softens Hanamaki's face.
~
“It's been a while since all five of us hang out together. It's nice,” you say as you take a seat at a table, beaming at your friends, who promptly mirror your genuine smile back to you.
“You're lucky I booked this table in the corner, or we would be bombarded by my fans asking for autographs,” brags Oikawa.
The others are telling him to fuck off or nudging him not so gently on the side, but your own strategy when it comes to his boasting is to simply overlook it. At least usually.
“Now that I think about it, you never gave me your autograph,” you comment distractedly while the waitress who's serving you tonight lays your beers on the table.
“Easy fix.” Oikawa waits for her to leave and grabs your hand from across the table.
“Where does that marker even come from?!” you ask with a surprised laugh while Oikawa starts writing with a black marker on your forearm.
“He's always ready for his fans,” comments Matsukawa, his tone hiding a double meaning that you decide to ignore.
“You didn't even ask for her permission,” scolds Iwaizumi before chugging half of his beer.
Hanamaki remains uncharacteristically silent as he looks at the scene.
“Done,” says Oikawa happily, shooting a smile at you. “To my precious y/n-chan. I even put a heart for you!”
He winks and you laugh while you pull your arm back, looking at the writing on your skin. “Well, I don't love the idea of going around with your name on my skin, but it's a good-looking autograph.”
The conversation soon moves toward other topics, playful burns bouncing off among the five of you and glasses of beer emptying quickly.
You're all a bit tipsy when you end up talking about the 'good ol' high school memories' and it's heart-warming to reminisce about how many things you went through together.
You’re talking with Matsukawa about that time you, him and Hanamaki stayed up so late watching movies that you just fell asleep in the living room when Hanamaki grabs your arm and starts scribbling something. He puts his own arm between you and your ‘body canvas’ so you can’t exactly see what he’s writing.
“Hiro, what are you doing?” You ask, but he doesn't reply. “It tickles,” you giggle as you feel the light pressure of the marker on your skin.
The other three keep talking, simply shooting some glances now and then in Hanamaki's direction.
It takes Takahiro at least five minutes, but at last, he's finally done. “Here,” he states, his tone serious and his face a little flushed.
You look at your arm and see that the autograph has been completely covered and transformed into a beautiful flower.
“Makki! You ruined my signature!” Complains Oikawa.
“I think this suits her better,” matter-of-factly replies Hanamaki and he dares a look at you to check your response to his action.
You don't look at him at first, fascinated by the way he managed to make such a pretty drawing. “It's lovely, Hiro, thanks,” you say when you finally turn your happy gaze at him.
Hanamaki’s features soften in that knowing half-smile that you always liked about him.
Oikawa keeps complaining about the ‘cruel destruction of his masterpiece’, but he gets shushed by the other two friends, who now seem to be looking at you in an unusual way.
You soon resume your chatting and drinking, accompanied by snacks of every kind, until you get up to go to the restroom. When you're in front of the door, you notice that Hanamaki has followed you. “What are you doing?” you ask him, an amused and confused smile on your face.
“I’m coming with you,” he replies with a silly chuckle. His cheeks are red and his eyes are foggy. He drank too much.
You place your hands on his shoulders and speak gently. “Hiro, listen to me. You can’t enter the ladies' restroom.” He looks at you, confusion and disappointment in his eyes. “Here is what we’re gonna do: you’re going to wait for me at the table, and then we go outside to catch some fresh air, alright?”
Hanamaki pouts a little. “You’re coming back soon?”
You chuckle. He’s so cute. “Of course. I’ll see you in a minute.”
Hanamaki finally surrenders, walking back to the table, and you go to the restroom.
“Guys, I'll take Hiro out for some air. You two: stop drinking!” you glare at Matsukawa and Oikawa, who seem to be in the same state as their friend. Iwaizumi seems to be the only one who’s just tipsy like you are.
Once out of the bar, you turn the corner and enter a narrow, quiet alley. The air is fresh and so is the wall you lean on. “Here─” you pat the wall next to you─“now let’s calm down a little.”
“I need to tell you something.” Hanamaki places himself right in front of you instead, propping his hand on the wall next to your head. His eyes are locked on yours and his mouth is slightly open. “I’m not good with words…” He shakes his head lightly. “And I didn’t want to fuck it up but I─”
His words are interrupted by the pressing of your hands on his mouth. There’s a brief panic in your eyes as a storm of thoughts clogs your mind. You can feel the warm air coming out of his nose on your hands. “Not like this. If you want to tell me something, do it when you’re sober, okay?”
You keep your hands pressed on him. Maybe you misunderstood, maybe you’re getting ahead of yourself, but if he was about to say what you think he was, you don’t want him to say it like this. You want things to be done properly. You want to be able to believe every single word he shares with you.
“Okay?” you repeat, since Hanamaki didn’t give a sign of understanding yet. He looks at you and nods slowly. You pull your hands away, and he bites his lower lip in thought.
“We should go back inside. We can talk tomorrow.” You try to speak as calmly and sweetly as you can. You don’t want him to think you’re mad.
“Yeah.” Hanamaki seems a bit down the rope, but he follows you inside the bar nonetheless.
You remain for a while with the others, but the feelings that have risen from your conversation with Hanamaki made you restless. With an excuse, you say your goodbyes and head back home. It's just a five-minute walk, so you manage to go by yourself, regardless of the guys' protests. What you need right now is some alone time and a good night of sleep.
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When tomorrow arrives, you spend the entire morning wondering if you should write to Takahiro or if you should wait for him to take the first step instead.
After a couple of hours of debating, you even start doubting he even remembers what happened at all. What if he doesn’t? How are you going to face him? Should you say something? Ask him about it?
Luckily, around noon, he sends a message.
Hiro-dummy > Hey. I just woke up. Can we talk later?
You > Sure. Wanna come by around six?
Hiro-dummy > Okay. See you later, bee.
When you hear the bell ring at 6 pm sharp, your heart skips a beat. There are so many uncertainties about what is going to happen. You quickly go open the door and find Hanamaki in front of it, his face apparently calm.
“Hi,” he says, his voice husky.
“Hi.” You step away from the door, letting him in.
“I haven’t been here in a while,” he comments while walking around. It’s as if he’s trying to act natural, but you both know he’s not here just for a friendly visit.
“True, we usually hang out at yours or Tōru’s place.” You don’t know what to do with your hands, so you start playing with the strings of your shorts while looking at his back.
Hanamaki turns and looks at your hands for a moment, slowly raising his gaze after that. A strange intensity veils his face. He walks toward you, without stopping when he’s getting too close, making you walk backwards until your back hits the column that marks the corner between the kitchen and the living room. Then he places both his hands on the wall, next to your head, caging you in. You look at him with curious, expectant eyes.
“I’m not entirely sure of what I did or did not say yesterday, but, apparently, as soon as you left the bar, I told everything I could remember to Mattsun, who updated me this morning.” Hanamaki wets his lips, clearly thinking about what he should say next. “I am sober now, so you can trust my words. Okay?”
You nod, your throat too tense to allow any words to come out.
Contrary to what he just said, Takahiro doesn't start by talking and instead leans in swiftly and presses his lips on yours. His breathing is fast, and his lips are burning hot. You melt into the kiss, reciprocating it and bringing your hands to his cheeks.
When he pulls away, he quickly glances at your face–a breathless, dazed face–and then moves his lips to your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. “I wanna kiss you today,” he says as he moves his lips lower under your jaw. “I wanna kiss you tomorrow,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “I wanna kiss you next month,” he breathes while sucking a little at your collarbone. “I wanna kiss you five years from now.”
He's leaving soft kisses all along your neck, your hand now buried in his strawberry hair and your mouth agape.
“It sounds a lot like dating,” you manage to say between soft pants. He only kissed you, but you feel so mesmerised already.
“Yeah, that's the gist of it,” Hanamaki replies in a rush between kisses. “So what do you say?”
“I can't decide if you've just been romantic or not,” you reply with half a giggle that soon turns into a soft moan when Takahiro sucks at your soft skin.
“I'm not good with words,” he replies calmly.
“Yeah, I heard that.”
He hums interrogatively, but you ignore that and use your hand to gently make him look at you. “I say let's do it.”
His usually collected air shakes briefly as surprise and joy shine in his eyes, but those sweet feelings are soon replaced by something else.
“I waited so long for this.” Hanamaki's hands fall from the wall to your shoulders and then, slowly, to your sides. His fingers press on your skin through the dress, wrinkling the fabric under his touch.
Your lips look for each other and meet again and again, gently at first, but grow hungrier as time passes. Warm, soft and wet. When Takahiro brushes your upper lip with his tongue, simultaneously pulling you closer by the waist, you lean into his touch, entranced.
His presence is so strong it leaves space for nothing else, and you gasp quietly when he presses himself against you, his already half-erect member brushing against your clothed core. He groans lightly against your ear, nipping at it, and there it is, that shiver again.
“What is it with you and your ears?” He asks, curious, without stopping touching you.
“It's not the ears, Hiro, it's your voice,” you reply.
Hanamaki stops kissing you to get a good look at your face. He's focused entirely on it, as if studying it. “You like my voice?” His hands still too, only loosely resting on your sides.
“Yeah,” you reply. You already miss his strong touch.
“So much that you go all shivery?” He asks, his air now a little smug.
Embarrassment falls on your face. “You noticed that?”
Hanamaki doesn't reply immediately, leaning in again and nipping at your ear once more. “Of course, I noticed, bee. Why do you think I'm standing so close now?”
You shiver again and scoff. “You asshole, stop playing with me.”
“I thought that playing with you was part of the deal,” Hanamaki says, his voice even deeper and huskier than usual. He lowers one hand and grazes your chest first, then your belly, going down until his hand cups your core and eliciting another gasp out of you. He chuckles and starts sliding one finger along the fabric of your dress, brushing your sensitive spot lightly.
You moan softly and melt into his touch, your body moving on its own to look for more contact. But then your stubborn spirit awakes, and you find control again. “You're right. We should play─” you lower your own hand and cup his shaft─“Together.”
Hanamaki’s breath stutters, and you feel his now fully erect member pressing against your hand. He hesitates briefly before raising your dress and touching directly against your panties.
“Fffuck, you’re so hot.” Hanamaki nips at your neck and inhales. “You smell good. Did you just shower?”
“Yeah.” You look at him, half-lidded eyes drowned in lust and confusion. Why is he talking instead of kissing you?
“Perfect.” Hanamaki kneels down and smirks at you, his face beautiful and mischievous. His pupils are a wide circle of darkness. Before you can inquire about his intentions, he takes the hem of your dress and hands it to you. “Keep this up.”
You automatically accept the fabric, keeping it wrinkled on your belly, and Takahiro gives a long stare at your panties before pulling them down in a swift motion. He raises his eyebrows and licks his lips.
“I have the all-clear, right?” After asking that, Hanamaki gazes at you and gives a gentle bite on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.
The moment you nod, your lower lip caged under your teeth at the thought of what's about to happen, Hanamaki dives in, his soft mouth kissing the skin of your lower belly, your thighs, your groin…
Then you feel the delectable warmth of his tongue on your folds, and your body tenses up, your lungs filling with air and your eyes closing slowly. Takahiro’s mouth reaches for your core, his tongue tasting your wetness, and you bury your free hand in his strawberry hair, ruffling his fringe and caressing his scalp. When his tongue travels up to your clit, a quiet whimper and a tug of his hair follows.
You love the way he’s touching you, the way his hands grip at your hips, the way he looks like he’s addicted to you. He barely takes the time to breathe as he moves his tongue, changing the rhythm in response to your reactions. He’s so good at this, and your whimpers get more and more intense until you accidentally give a stronger tug at his hair. Hanamaki groans, the vibration reverberating on your clit and making you moan out loud.
“Hiro,” you whine, your voice needy. You're so close. You crave your release.
Hanamaki chuckles mischievously, and you can see in his eyes he likes the desperation in your voice. He likes to see that you want him, desire him. This is a dream come true.
He reaches for the hand you have on his hair and intertwines his fingers with yours. He then squeezes it softly just as he sucks your sensitive bud, circling his tongue around it soon after. You furrow your brows, ecstatic, and he keeps pampering you until you unravel under his touch, a melody of moans filling the room like warm waves.
When you open your eyes, he's still kneeling and looking at you with a smirk you never saw on him before. Satisfaction and lust. He slowly rises, his eyes scanning every inch of your body, his hands taking yours and making the dress fall down again.
“I want to…” Hanamaki hesitates, a shameful expression falling on him. “But I forgot the condoms.”
Your bottom lip caged under your teeth, you stare at Takahiro, your hands still in his, his thumbs caressing you sweetly even while he curses himself under his breath.
“I'm on the pill,” you state. 
Hanamaki looks at you, startled, but says nothing.
“Which means we could…” You’re not sure if he doesn’t understand or if he’s just unsure about it, and insecurity gets hold of you.
“We can?!” Hanamaki is so excited, his eyes bright and his hands squeezing yours. Whatever worry you might have had dissipates instantly, and you chuckle cheerfully.
When Takahiro sees you nodding, his expression changes once again. Sweet excitement turns into lust, and the way his eyes pierce into yours makes it look like he’s about to devour you whole. A shiver runs down your spine.
His hands move to your waist and his mouth slowly opens as he pulls you close to kiss you.
Your kisses are deep, steaming, and passionate. They leave you breathless, and you can feel the warmth in your belly building up again as your hands wander under his shirt. His stomach is flat and toned, and you adoringly trace the soft lines of his abs with your fingertips.
“Help me up?” Hanamaki asks, looking briefly at his shirt, and you raise its hem, revealing his athletic chest and pulling the piece of clothing off of him.
You can’t help but stare at his Adonis belt, the seducing V-line guiding your eyes right to the bulge in his pants. Hanamaki takes notice of your gaze and chuckles.
“I'm all yours,” he says slyly, and you joyously accept the offer, unbuttoning his jeans and lowering them down. There’s a little damp spot on his boxers. “Let’s go to your room.” Takahiro grabs your hand and leads you to your bedroom.
When he pushes you onto your bed, your beloved half-smile on his face, you chuckle lightly. This feels so right. He helps you take your dress off, then your bra, and he’s quick to hover over you, his naked chest pressing on yours and his lips alighting on yours with need.
You’re playing with the hem of his boxers, your fingers tracing slow movements across his skin, when he moves to your breasts. He fondles them with such gentleness you can’t help smiling. When he starts slowly twisting your nipples, you let your voice out, a sweet sound that waves loosely to his ears. Your voice soon increases in volume when Takahiro laps one of your nipples, enveloping it in his warm, wet mouth and making flashes of pleasure spread across your body.
He then comes back to your lips, his head tilted, his lips sucking your lips, his tongue dancing with yours. “I can’t wait anymore.” He lowers his body to yours again, pressing his covered shaft on your naked core. A small whimper escapes your lips.
“Take these off,” you murmur as you slide one finger under his boxers, letting the elastic band snap on his pale skin.
Takahiro doesn’t need you to tell him twice. With a jump, he’s out of the bed and naked before he joins you again. He slides his hand on the inner part of your thighs, opening them up, and you tremble slightly under his touch. You’re so excited. He is too.
“Then I go.” It’s a statement, but the last part is more high-pitched, transforming it into half a question.
You kiss him deeply. “Yes.”
And then you feel it. The tip of his cock–it’s burning hot–presses on your entrance, sliding slowly up and down and mixing the essence of your pleasures together.
He looks you in the eyes, his pupils dilated and his mouth agape, and the moment you open your mouth too, a deep breath making your chest heave, he pushes himself in. He sheathes himself slowly, giving you the time to adjust to his girth, exhaling shakily. “Gorgeous,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.
A chuckle starts to form, but it dies in your throat the moment he pulls out and bottoms up again in a quick movement. “Hiro,” you exclaim, not sure if you’re scolding him or just straight out moaning his name.
“Sorry, got a bit greedy,” he says softly, his eyes wandering over your body before meeting yours again. “I’m gonna behave,” he adds.
And he does. He goes slow, relishing every little sound you make, loving the way your walls wrap around his cock. He places soft kisses on your neck, your shoulders, and your collarbone, without ever stopping moving in and out of you.
It feels amazing. His fringe tickles your forehead when he kisses you, his muscles flex at every movement, and his breathing turns you on so fucking much.
“Would you like to come on top?” he asks suddenly, stilling inside you.
You’re taken by surprise at first, but you soon assent, waiting for him to pull out and letting him manoeuvre you the way he pleases. You align his cock to your entrance and then place your hands on his muscular chest. As you start to slowly lower yourself on him, you feel his hands guiding your hips down until he’s fully sheathed inside you.
“Hmm, perfect,” he says while staring at your face, at your breasts, at the point you swallow his cock.
When you move, your face contracts a little, the change in position requiring you to adjust once more. You soon start moaning softly, your eyes half-lidded and locked on his. Takahiro places his hands on your breasts, folding them gently and twisting your nipples now and then to see your reaction, to take in every little sound and face you make.
When you lower your head on him and kiss him with lust, he grasps your hips again, his fingers sinking in your skin, and he thrusts, making you let out your voice more─a mix of surprise and pleasure. It’s so hot, his firm grip on you and his cock reaching deep inside. Your eyes flutter shut, and you bite on your lower lip to try containing your voice.
“Don’t hold back,” Takahiro pleads, his breathing ragged from the rapid and strong movements of his hips.
You indulge him, releasing your voice in the room for him to hear and focussing only on the pleasure building inside you. When he stops his movements, you take a deep breath. “You’re really something,” you breathe out in his neck, your forehead resting on the pillow.
Takahiro wets his lips. “Hmm, really? Wanna try something else now, bee?” He’s trying to play it smug, as if he’s the one doing you a favour, but the desire is unmistakable in his voice.
“Like what?” you ask, meeting his eyes. You place a small kiss on his nose.
Hanamaki smirks and manoeuvres you once again until you’re on all fours and he’s behind you, his large hands taking a handful of your ass before positioning themselves on your hips. “Good to go?” You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at his words, and he smiles at the little goosebumps he sees on your skin.
He starts slowly, pushing his length carefully inside you, letting you accommodate him. You take hold of the bedsheets under you, looking for more stability. When he feels you relaxed enough, Hanamaki fastens his pace, and it’s not long before you fall on your elbows, hiding your face in the fabric.
He’s reaching so fucking deep inside you that you almost want to cry. Your voice comes out in fast, short whimpers, and you regret not being able to see his face in this position, but that doesn’t stop the familiar warmth from collecting in your lower abdomen.
The sound of your moans is synchronised with the noise of his hips smacking against your ass, and your head starts feeling light and warm.
“C-clit,” you mumble to Takahiro, your face half-turned in his direction.
His breathing is laboured, and his lids fall heavily on his eyes, but he gladly complies, snaking one hand down your hip to your clit, tracing circles around it.
Your whimpers get more and more desperate as you feel the pressure in your core rising. You’re losing your mind. Takahiro only needs a few more thrusts and some swift movements of his finger to have you unravel in front of him, a symphony of little moans flowing out of you and your legs trembling on the bed.
He reaches his climax soon after, spilling inside you while his hips sloppily meet your ass and his husky voice comes out in what you find to be ridiculously sexy groans.
Silence falls in the room, except for the laboured breathing that slowly finds its normal pace again, and the two of you smile tiredly without changing position.
“That was so good,” you murmur. Hanamaki looks surprised to hear those words come out of your mouth as a smile paints itself on his face.
“I agree,” he replies before pulling out carefully and looking for a tissue. He quickly hands one to you too and leans close. “Should we go wash ourselves up?” A playful look is now brightening his face.
“Why not?” you reply, hooking your arms around his neck to give him some gentle kisses.
After the shower, which lasted way more than expected due to the extreme diligence of Takahiro in cleaning you up, both of you fall on the bed, tired and happy.
You pull the bedsheets over the two of you and nest with him, resting your head on his shoulder and hugging him closely. He wraps you in his arm and kisses you on the forehead.
When you raise your head and meet his gaze, smiling at him, he smiles back, his eyes as warm as a summer evening. You kiss him sweetly, enamoured and still amazed at how quickly your relationship changed. You'll later realise that the shift had started a long time ago.
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shoulmate · 2 years
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Fights are the worst.
You don't have many with Makki but this one, about Oikawa and his passive-aggressive comments is a doozy.
Red-faced yelling. Spittle flying. Angry gestures and lines drawn.
Thankfully the setter keeps his mouth shut during Iwa's wedding and you don't have to decide between making a scene and leaving.
"I'm sorry." Oikawa catches you at a moment when you're taking a break from dancing and Makki's gone off to refresh your drinks. You turn to him with surprise and he gives you a rare, self-conscious smile. "I am."
"To be blunt? You should be. Hiro does so much to take care of me and any of our friends and family who need help." You stare him down. "You've been gone for a long time Oikawa...you have no right to judge him, let alone judge him solely on his employment status."
Oikawa lets out a single humorless laugh. "I know you're going easy on me because we're at Iwa-chan's wedding."
"Damn straight. You ever make him feel small again and I won't hold back." You smile as you watch Matsukawa twirl his girlfriend.
"He's really lucky to have you," Oikawa quietly says.
You take a moment before you reply. "It's the other way around 'Kawa."
"So is he 'the one'?" Oikawa asks sarcastically and you give him a smirk.
"I know you're just being cliche," you say unamused "but..." You smile to yourself. "Yeah. He is. He doesn't need to be or have anything more than himself." Your eyes fondly pass over the crowd and it's obvious what you're imagining. "He's the love of my life."
Makki waits several moments before sliding in the seat on the other side of you.
He can't tell if you know he's overheard but he's relieved. He wrote you a letter that he's been too nervous to give you...worried it's not enough...that he's not enough. Because all he has to offer is himself.
And it's yours if you say yes.
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lilacveiledsea · 2 years
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Unsung Truths
Matsukawa x fem!reader
Genre- hurt/comfort (mostly hurt)
Warnings- Lots of Cursing, very emotional (?)
Word count- 1k+
A/N- this is kinda self-indulgent, the ending was kind of rushed, sorry bout that, let me know if I’ve forgotten any warnings
Tired, frustrated and under appreciated, that’s how you’d describe how you feel at the moment. It was towards the end of your afternoon shift when you got the text. “Good morning my darling, sorry I just woke up,” that’s all he had said. Why pray tell was he barley fucking waking up at 2:30 in the afternoon??? Sighing you just continued on with what little time was left until you clocked out. You texted Mattsun back once you got out about 40 mins later, “hey baby, just got out of work.”
Pocketing your phone, you started your walk back home. The frustration just started to boil over the longer you were left to your own silence. Walking into your shared home, Issei greeted you with a small smile from his spot on the couch. “Hey, how was work today?” He has asked as you toed off your shoes by the door. “Fine” Turing away from him, you continued your way to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Mattsun jumped at the sudden noise. Hearing rushing footsteps approach the bedroom you turned just in time to see Issei throw the door open. “What the hell was that?!? Why do you come home, answer me all short then slam the fucking door? HUH!” That was the breaking point. “Dont you fucking dare yell at me like that Matsukawa!” He took a step back in shock as you were never really like this. He opened his mouth to retaliate but you shut him up real quick as you continued, “I don’t think you understand what im feeling right now…” He slowly made his way towards you, trying to pull you into a hug.
As soon as he tried to put his arm around you, you stepped backwards out of his reach. “NO! I don’t want that right now. Just let me speak.” Looking up at him he nodded his head in agreement. Sighing you carded your fingers through your now unruly hair. “Im tired of this… it seems like im the only one putting any effort into our future.” Issei had a confused look on his face but kept quiet to let you carry on, “ Im the only one working, do you know how it makes me feel, to be up and busting my ass at both work and school. To come home to you not having done anything, or to get a message from you once my class is over or my shift is almost over, or in the middle of a shift?? ” you both were on the verge of tears at your sudden confession. “Babygirl… no.” the brown haired male shifted in his spot. He wanted to go to you so bad, wanted to comfort you however he could, but he also wanted to respect your wishes of not being touched, so he stood frozen by the door. You couldnt stand anymore so you sat down on the edge of your bed. Issei, finally back to his senses, made his way to the bed and kneeled in front of you. “Babygirl, can you please look at me?” He said as he rub your arms. Pulling your head up, he gasped slightly. Without your knowledge, you had started crying.
Wiping the stray tears from your cheeks Mattsun had pulled you into a loving hug along with a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Im sorry, I didn’t know you were feeling this way… I didn’t know that my actions were taking such a toll on you away from home.” He took a breathe, “Im trying… I really am but I just feel like im in a hole and not doing anything right, there are so many things that I want to do but I feel like I won’t be able to do them.” Now it was his turn to cry. Through all the frustration that you were feeling, you never stopped to think about how Matsukawa was feeling. In the 5 years you guys had been together, it was hard not to feel the way you did, you just wanted everything to be perfect for the two of you and the future you wanted to build together. He was still kneeling infront of you, clinging to you as if he was going to lose you, in response you slid off the bed and onto the floor with him. Practically tackling him. “Whoa, Y/n, don’t do that without warning princess.” He muttered as he steadied the both of you, with you straddling him. Burying your head in the crook of his neck, you whispered, “Im sorry baby, im so so sorry. I didn’t think about how you were feeling and I’m sorry Sei.” Shushing you, he started rubbing soothing circles into your back with one hand while the other moved to your hair. “Its ok, shh, dont cry baby, its ok.” Kissing your temple. “We both need to work on better communication. How about we get off the floor and move to the bed ok? We both could use some cuddles.” He felt the smile tug on your lips since You were so close to his skin. You didn’t respond verbally but nodded against his shoulder.
Mattsuns grip on you tighter as he slowly started to get up from his sitting position.He slowly tried to put you down on the bed, but to no avail. “Y/N we can’t get into bed like this, come on, loosen your grip a little bit babygirl.” Doing as he said, you let go of him, he then placed you in the middle of the bed. He moved to his side of the bed and grabbed the tv remote. “Here pick something to watch,” he said handing you the remote,” ill go to the kitchen and get some snacks, im sure your hungry after working all day.” Smiling at him you took the remote.
“Sei, this isn’t going to fix everything, but I hope this is a start to us working on our communication.” Stopping in the threshold, he turned around and smiled at you, “Of course my love, ill start looking around tomorrow for things to do.”
You did your absolute best to believe him, things didn’t t get fixed right away but Mattsun did start looking around for a job just like he said he would. You both supported one another through this hard place you were both in. After some time he had found an accelerated course in Funeral services and Mortuary. Things were starting to turn around for the two of you and hopefully they will continue to prosper.
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torusluvrr · 1 year
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SeaSerpent!Hanamaki x Sailor!gn!reader
Genre: strangers to lovers(kinda), supernatural!au, past to time!skip
Warnings: angst(heavy?), drowning, d3ath, bittersweet, loneliness, fluff a lil
"You have a long shot, kid." Your mother stood before you, standing proudly on the wooden boat underneath a gray gloomy sky. Your mother wore a small tank-top shirt with dirty fabric pants, her skin covered in dirt and salt from the ocean.
You were standing there agaped, truly idolizing the woman. Your mother was the afraid of anything except for one. Sea serpents. She never showed fear but inside, she was horrified. She was also in fear of losing you, especially to a sea serpent. You knew her hatred towards sea serpents, so as you grew, so did your hatred for sea serpents. You turned seventeen on the day your mother died to sea serpents, you were never the same as you went into a depressing state. Your hatred for sea serpents was powerful, and as much as you wanted them to go to extinction, you couldn't hurt nature. Your mother loved nature, though your mother was as rebellious and as adventurous as she was, she was compassionate. Though she hated serpents, she couldn't stand hurting them or other creatures. And because of that, she died. And soon you learned to never hold back once you encounter a sea serpent. Hatred boiled in your veins, growing hotter by the second. You wish you saved your mother who also saved you.
Your mother gave you a cheeky grin, hugging you to her side, shaking you playfully. You remember her accent clear as old as day when she spoke each minute, like a beautiful siren singing in your ears.
" 'M so proud of ya. I'm thinkin' one day you get to be captain of this ship the day when ya turn eighteen. Ya came all this way. I couldn't be any more proud of ya than I was from all those times before. Maybe there'll be men in the way!" Your mom teased you, using her index finger, curving it towards you, pretending to be a pirate by closing one eye and using the other to peer at you. You laughed, blush filled your cheeks with happiness. "I was thinkin', I wanted to give this for ya birth-" Your mother's sentence was interrupted by few of the men in the crew shouting, it alerted you and your mother, making your mother look at you sternly. You gave her a worried look before she took off, seeing the comotion, yelling at crew members to raise the sail and to try to move away. Some men ignored her and panicked, trying to prepare the cannons. Your mother looked stressed for a second before calming herself, running her fingers through her scalp. She turned to you, eyes full of worry. She walked towards you hurriedly, putting her rough hands onto your shoulders.
"As you mother and the captain of this ship, you are my top priority. And as my top priority, I expect you to hide somewhere where it can't see you." You shook your head, confused and in denial. "What about you?..Aren't you.. Aren't you gonna come with me?" A soft roar was heard as she gave you a stern look. You looked at her as if she was lying but she wasn't. Tears brimmed your eyes as the sea monster below hit the ship, causing you to stumble as your mother held herself steady. She held you up right after, carrying you easily as she ignored you thrash and cry in her arms. She held you gently, placing you behind crates that were standing next to the mizzen mast. You cried out as she hesitantly left you alone, leaving you in a sobbing and screaming mess. It broke her heart painfully hearing your screams, but if there something that could harm you, she would do anything just to prevent that happening. By keeping you safe. A sea serpent arose from the water, screeching as the cannons blew at it, a low growl erupting from under the boat. You wanted to run out and cling to your mother but you were scared, you were terrified. Your mother tried moving the ship away but something held it back. Was there another sea serpent?
Nevermind that, you were too scared to even look at the sea serpent who was above the surface. So you cowed away, trying to make yourself small as much as you can. Cries were heard from you which alerted the serpent, it clawed the mizzen mast, breaking it as it moves the crates out of the way. It stares at you in hunger as you hugged yourself, standing up and trying to run away. You felt it's presence right next to you until you were pushed onto the wooden floor, giving you splinters, a small wound on your knees and arms. You immediately turned around as everything was in slow motion. Your mother had pushed you, pain and regret written across her expression.
You saw a brown necklace with a locket that flew out of your mother's hands as her body was engulfed by a large mouth. It clashed across the floor as you cried out in emotional pain. You quickly crawled across the floor, your aching bloody knees and palms scraping against the floor as you eagerly reach the locket quickly, pulling it from the ground and to your chest. You heaved as you held the locket to your chest tightly. Men shouted and cried, cannons being fired. A creak was slowly heard until you realized the boat was being tilted over, the serpent swallowed a few men whole while you fell into the water, holding onto the locket tightly as you tried reaching above the surface. In panick, you thrash and turn as you slowly began feeling weak, not being able to hold the air you contained. You stopped thrashing as bubbles escaped your mouth, slowly fading into the dark sea. You nearly closed your eyes until you saw a shadow loom over you. Feeling something wrap around you, you closed your eyes as you passed out. You felt your body move through the water, feeling your body touch the cold air. You coughed harshly, water escaping your mouth. You blinked a few times, your eyes bloodshot from the water. Your vision was hazy and you felt weak, you saw a pair of bright yellow eyes looking into yours as you reached your hand out to touch the creature that saved you. It flinched before hesitantly scattering away, back into the ocean. You sat up, wincing at your palms touching the wet wood under you, staring half-lidded into the ocean. Your eyes soon widened as you realized you didn't have the locket your mother dropped. You panicked as your eyes started getting watery, shivering and hiccuping. You cried as tears escaped your eyes.
The crew men shook in their rubber shoes as you glared at them. "I told you what to do, didn't I? Now why isn't it done?" The man in your doorway fiddled with his fingers nervously as he avoided your glare, "listen captain... I've- I've got it done, al- alright? But it's just that.."
You raised your brow in annoyance, pressing your fingertips against your temple, leaning onto your elbow. "We only had just... just one person.. to-"
"Seriously??!" You scowled as the two men behind him jumped at your yell, you sighed in annoyance before calmly talking. "Don't let this happen again when we're in a season to get new men in my ship. You had a job to do. You failed to do it, I expect to not let this happen again. You're dismissed." You heard the men scatter away from your doorway, murmuring.
"Don't be too harsh on our guys," the dark curly haired man chuckles, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. You sigh, a 'tired but willing to joke' smile appeared on your face. "Aren't you supposed to be out doing your thing? Keeping an eye out?"
You chuckle before your smile faded off, flipping through some papers. "It's not my fault they're so horrible at their job, y'know? Even I did better when I was seventeen. They had one simple thing to do. They're lucky I even let them stay on this ship instead of feeding them off to the monsters of the sea." He laughs, leaning off the door frame and walking towards you. He crosses his arms again and leans onto you, replacing the doorframe with you. "You're startin' to sound like a pirate there, cap."
You slowly turn your head at him, a deadpan expression on your face. You sigh, giving him a small smile before looking back to what you were looking at. "I advise you go back to your post, Matsukawa. You don't wanna become one of the guys now, do you?"
"That's my cue," he chuckles, acting nervous knowing you're just playing around. Before heading out of the room, he gives you a sympathetic smile before leaving. You study close onto the papers displayed on your desks, flipping through them before stopping on one.
It was an anatomy of a sea serpent, labeled aspects of the drawing. Your mother gave this to you when you were just a small child. Truth is, you never see sea serpents. Not after the incident. Suddenly, an image of your mom came up, and so did the image of her risking her life, just for you. Pursing your lips, you held your head in your hand.
Oh how you wish you could change things, if you had more time.
It wasn't until then you felt the ship shake and a few cries out. You immediately got up from your chair, a irritating screech coming from the chair before falling onto the floor. You rushed outside, seeing your men run around, readying the cannons. You run up to one of your men, your most trusted ones.
"Hajime! What-- what's going on?"
"A sea serpent is attacking!" He shouted through the yellings and screeching. A frightened expression was brought to your face when the information dawned on you, his hand landing on your shoulder. "It'll be okay, Y/n. We trust you." You look up at him, one of your men calling your name for the first time. And as in 'we', Matsukawa and Oikawa appeared behind him, a stern look on their faces, except Oikawa's seemed much nicer. "Thank you," you replied, fingers trembling.
"Move the ship away!" You shouted above your crew, a faint roar being heard, the boat rocking until it almost tilted. You were about to shout something when the boat's end began to rise, making you fall as well as your crew. Your back harshly hit the wooden wall, making your groan in pain. Some of your men even fell in the water, before the boat's end dropped, making you sigh in relief. It wasn't until the boat started to tilt sideways, your gaze immediately averting to your friends.
You see them reach out to you before everything felt wet, everything went silent, the bitter salty water engulfed you and entered your mouth. Forcing your eyes open, you see one of your friends Oikawa struggle, Matsukawa knocked out and fading into the darkness of the ocean, while Iwaizumi...
Iwaizumi was nowhere to be found.
A few bubbles escaped your mouth before everything became black.
You gasp, taking in the air as much as you can. Your body was cold. And the only thing that was keeping you warm was your tears that were streaming down. You lost everything. You mainly lost those who were close to you. Those who were important. Those who possibly accountable for how your heart aches for them. So much more.
You sat up, your body shivering in the cold. Staring at the sunset that barely gave you warmth, you closed your eyes, savoring the dreading moment.
You stayed like this until night, sleeping with no cushion, but on the bottom of your boat.
Your eyes went wide, getting up to your feet with such speed. You heard movement in the water, making you high on guard. You had no weapons, but fighting was worth the risk. Even if you could get killed in seconds. If it could being you with your friends, you wouldn't mind. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a pink hair man peek out from the water. One you never saw before so he definitely wasn't one of your crew. What was he doing out here? How can he even survive in water? Did he get into a ship wreck with a sea monster too?
"It's you."
Wonder was written on his pale and beautiful complexion, watching him eye you. You were confused because you don't even know this guy, not one bit. You felt cold until blood rises to your cheeks, feeling your face get hot. You quickly looked away from the man that clinbed on top of the boat before standing up, his figure taller than your form.
You stopped blushing when you saw a bronze colored locket shining under the moonlight. You turned your head to look at him in surprise, not acknowledging he's even naked anymore. He dropped the locket into your hands, a soft smile on his face. "I'm guessing that was yours."
"It.. It was. How'd you know?"
"I was there," he replies, a sorrowful smile appearing on his face. Before you were gonna speak, he hugs you which you go mad crazy at. You couldn't mutter out the words, not when the cold stopped you, making your bottom lip quiver every second. It was odd though. Because his body gave you warmth. You expected him to share the same coldness knowing he's been in the ocean. Blood rose to your cheeks knowing his bare body was touching your body, luckily you were covered.
Creating some distance between you two, you open the locket, seeing an imagine of your mother on one side and you on the other. You look up at him with tears in your eyes before looking down at it, a raspy chuckle coming out of you. "I'm not sure.. If I have hoppe. I lost.. Everything. Everyone."
"I know." He looks at you with sad eyes before cupping your face in his hands, a bittersweet smile. "Maybe.."
You look up into his eyes, listening to what he has to say.
"Maybe we would've had different lives if we lived in didn't have different worlds and it wasn't so tragic." He takes a few steps back, and you, yearning for warmth follows him until water envelops the both of you, watching him become into a sea serpent. And somehow, you didn't react. You just stared into his yellow eyes while he stared into yours.
He held you close to his body, a few bubbles escaping your mouth. A low growl was heard and you felt yourself starting to let go, your body slowly becoming limp and freely float in the water. He held your body with his until your body was fully embedded with the cold, hugging you tightly.
"In another life."
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The serlents who attacked were not hanamaki, I'll let u in on a little secret.
You survived the incident because of him, and nearly after that he tried searching for you for ages. And when he found you, you were so ready to die so he simply gave you what you wanted and what he wanted. Was to be close to you.
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curtsycream · 2 months
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Seijoh Four Blurb
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It was comforting when the wind would howl blowing the branches on a tree. The light pelting of rain on the window that at times would get heavy before settling down. The coziness of blankets and sweaters as you’re nestled between the ones you love. All while a soft ballad plays on the tv that emits enough light for you to read.
Hanamaki snored softly as his head rested on Oikawa’s torso. The two of them asleep on the left side of the bed as she sits between Iwazumi and Matsukawa reading a book.
Her eyes focused on the pages of the book as Matsukawa scroll through tiktok. Every now and then a small chuckle leaving his lips as he keeps his hand in Oikawa’s hair. His fingers tangled in his soft brown hair as Oikawa smiles on his sleep.
One could only imagine what he was dreaming about…
To her right sits Iwazumi as his head rests on her shoulder. His eyes scanning the words on the page of the book as she reads. He wasn’t really reading just skimming to see if anything interesting would occur.
But she enjoyed it all the same, the closeness was her favorite part about rainy days. Days where no one had classes or work and could relax together.
Rainy days where the sound lulls you to sleep.
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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year
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the walls are thin // masterlist
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in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall.
~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ total wc: 75368 ᴡᴏʀᴅs status (as of apr23): complete! ~ 9 / 9 chapters posted
oh but ofc she's got a playlist (♡) "what a shame it would be if you left her now"
the general vibe: incessant fluff, 18+ eventual smut (with small nsfw desc & bits in the meantime), small bits of angst (it's an 8 chapter story there's going to be some conflict) what you're getting yourself into: atsumu is very sexually active, complicated feelings (but no miscommunication trope), a LOT of flirting, hanamaki takahiro side piece ♡ , seijoh 4 & msby besties, slow burn (ish?), seriously so much fluff, tiny bit of angst, afab reader she/her pronouns, will provide tags for each chapter!! ~~
tori loves polls. (which of my self indulgences did you vibe with the most in the epilogue?)
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ch1. your annoying, stupid, inconsiderate, really fucking hot neighbor
ch2. stupid, annoying, really attractive, super funny, ravishingly charming atsumu
ch3. perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious
ch4. incredibly heart-warming, stupidly romantic
ch5. overly attentive and completely different than you ever expected him to be
ch6. flirty, surprisingly sweet, now super close neighbor
ch7. really pretty, honest to god made for you
ch7.5. passionate, silently perfect romantic, unwavering platonic
ch8. gorgeously genuine, absolutely beaming (aka atsumu ending)
ch8.5. carefully attentive, the same person he’s always been (aka maki ending)
epilogue. proudly unpredictable and awestrukenly trusting
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♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ���ʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡
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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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PINK !
— hanamaki dyes his hair pink when he finds out that it's your favorite color
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includes! hanamaki takahiro x fem! reader
warnings! profanity, the seijoh 4 are in their 1st year in this
note! i'm not too sure whether or not pink-brown is hanamaki's natural hair color but i came up with this little delusion and i invite all of u to join me in it 😘😻❤ and i definitely did not write this because i am obsessed w/ pink hehehehehe 🥰
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friday
hanamaki hates the color pink. and the whole volleyball club was well aware of this, especially his fellow 1st years. he made sure to remind them how much he hates that color whenever they told him that he would look good in it.
"makki! are you still considering to dye your hair? there's a new salon that just opened up recently! we should check it out, i read great reviews about it online!" now that oikawa brought it up he remembers that he was yet to pick a color to dye his hair into
"yeah, i am. though i'm not sure about the color yet" he explains, "and no i will not dye it pink" he adds upon seeing the similar expression the other three had
"i don't blame you for not wanting to dye it pink" iwaizumi starts, "i heard pink is a hard color to look good in"
oikawa raised his brow, "and where did you hear that? knowing you, you're not the type to look such things up"
"y/n told me about it"
of course, they were also well aware of hanamaki's huge crush on iwaizumi's classmate, whom he met on their first day of volleyball practice when she gave iwaizumi his water bottle that he left in their classroom
"nice try, not gonna work this time" hanamaki flashed him a sarcastic smile and continued munching on his onigiri
"i'm not kidding though. that woman is obsessed with pink even i'm starting to think her blood is pink and glittery"
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monday
hanamaki makes his way to the gym, still sleepy and not fully awake for morning practice. he hears a group of people, obviously the rest of seijoh, talking so loudly inside. he yawns, "why do they sound more energetic than usual?"
and it was like he was showered with ice cold water when he opened the doors. because what the fuck were you doing there? and happily chatting with the coaches?!
"YOU DYED YOUR HAIR WITHOUT ME?!" oikawa's loud and annoying— as described by iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki— voice echos through the gym
matsukawa and iwaizumi bursts out laughing, "and don't you hate pink?" oikawa, who was now pouting, adds
at his words, you let out an offensive gasp, "hanamaki hates pink?!" now you were starting to walk towards him along with the other first years, "but why?! pink suits you! i told iwa-chan many times that pink would suit you!"
hanamaki doesn't know where all his nervousness went but he was thankful that it decided to leave, "ah...i don't really hate it, i think it's alright"
the trio looks at him with a raised brow, "you told us last friday that you hate—" hanamaki coughs to interrupt matsukawa's sentence and as if luck was on his side, coach mizoguchi called for you to come over the benches
"what's she doing here?" he asked as he watched your retreating figure, "she applied for as our manager" iwaizumi explains while still giving hanamaki a judging look
"could you guys quit looking at me like that?!"
hanamaki hates the color pink
"we've been convincing you to dye your hair pink for more than a month and one mention of y/n-chan loving pink was all it took for you to actually dye it pink?!" oikawa's complains fell on deaf ears as they walked to their teammates
hanamaki hates the color pink. but if he had to dump pink paint all over himself for you to notice him, he would gladly do so
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