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sutaro-min · 8 months

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[10:15 pm]

game over. game over. game over.

Matsukawa Issei stares, dead eyed, at the screen in front of him as a deep and guttural wave of despair sinks into his gut.

"idiot!" issei winces and pulls his headphones slightly away from his head as makki's voice blares out at full volume. "we could have won that round if you just listened to me!"

issei leans back and crosses his arms over his face. "that loss was all you man. I was the one actually being good at the game."

"no way you're delusional like that..." Issei stretches with a yawn, tuning out makki's usual post-game rant, when a pair of arms slide over his shoulders and gently wraps around his neck. he looks up to meet your eyes that peek out from behind his obnoxiously pink gaming chair.

"hey," you say and lean forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. "lost the game?"

"yeeaah, but maybe if I get a kiss I'll win the next round?" smirking, issei reaches up to draw his fingers through your hair. he settles his hand down on the back of your neck, and you roll your eyes as he gently pulls you closer to him. your lips are mere centimeters apart, and a gleeful issei closes his eyes to get his well deserved incentive.

"issei, is that a girl?!!?"

issei jerks his hand in surprise and accidentally knocks your heads together. "ow." you mutter. your hand goes up to feel the now tender red spot growing in the center of your forehead. in a huff you untangle issei's hand from your hair before moving toward his bed where all your study books have been strewn about.

an indignant issei, also rubbing his head, pulls his headphones back on.

"yes, makki, that was a girl." he rolls his eyes.

"no way. Matsukawa Issei actually has a REAL girl in his room?" Makki laughs. "the boys are gonna go crazy."

issei rolles his eyes. again.

"so who is it?" issei could just imagine makki leaning forward in his chair, eagerly waiting for the chance to embarrass issei in their "seijoh boys" group chat. issei refuses give makki that satisfaction.

he grins. "your sister."

makki goes dead silent.

"hello? you there makki?"

through his headphones, issei hears makki breathing in and letting a steady breath out. "yeah right issei. be serious--who is it?"

"mm, i'm pretty serious about this." issei glances over toward where you are by his bed, putting your textbooks back into your backpack. he furrows his brows and frowns when you stand up to swing your backpack over your shoulder.

"just because you go to the same university as my baby sister does NOT give you the authority to be making jokes like this--"

"hold on man, I gotta deafen for a sec."

"wait what? come on, just give me some serious answe--."

issei clicks the deafen button on his chatting client, effectively shutting up his best friend, and swivels his chair around to fully face you.

"what did makki say?" you ask. issei stands up and walks toward you.

"he didn't believe me when I told him his sister was here." he shrugs.

you hit him gently on his shoulder. "don't tease my brother like that. he was always more weakhearted between the two of us."

Issei spreads his hands out in front of him. "hey, I was only telling him the truth." you shake your head, laughing.

issei tilts his head to one side, then pulls you into his chest. "you leaving?"

you sigh and push your face closer into his shirt. "yeah I should head out before it gets even later. I have an early class tomorrow so..."

issei sighs, resting his chin on your head, when he suddenly pushes back and looks down at you--mischief twinkling in his eyes. He quickly slides his hands into yours, and pulls you back toward his desk. Issei sits down in his chair and nestles your legs in-between his own. due his sheer abundance of height, even sitting the two of you are still almost eye level. "how about this:"

you raise a brow.

"if I win this next game," he continues, "we have a sleepover."

you let out a full laugh this time. "oh man, you are funny huh?"

"hey," issei wines "I'm serious!"

you smile, and your eyes catch on a stray hair that rests against issei's forehead. you reach to brush it back, but issei grabs your hand before you can and intertwines his fingers with yours. "hm? whaddya say?"

you look at him. his eyes give the barest hints of "puppy dog" while still maintaining that cool "I don't care what you decide" smirk. but what melts your reserve is the slight tinge of pink that not-so-subtly creeps up his ears.

"fine," you give an exaggerated sigh, "i'll stay, but only if you win the next round."

issei grins and swivels around toward his setup. He un-deafens in the chatting client and pulls his headphones on again. "hey man you there? I'm back."

"Finally! where have you been?" makki exclaims in neglect. "I've been waiting for the past, like, 15 minutes now."

"sorry man, had to talk to my girl for a sec." issei quickly clicks around the screen to get his character ready, "down for one more round?"

"you know I am, but hold up for sec because 'your girl'?? c'mon man don't bs and just tell me who you have over. i am your best friend you can trust me!”

issei wordlessly turns his mic up to you in response, his eyes never leaving his screen. you lean forward closer to the mic. "issei wasn't lying," you say.

makki falls silent again.

"ready to start the game?" issei's mouse hovers over the Start Game button.

"_____???? WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?" Makki shouts. "I'M BOOKING A TICKET TO TOKYO RIGHT NOW AND YOU BETTER BE--"

"okaay, starting!" issei gleams as he once again effectively shuts up his best friend, or (also more accurately) shuts up your brother, and clicks Start Game.

[ an: oop that was longer than i thought it would be so i did not read this through again. just brain rot]

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sugawarassoulmate · 10 months

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i've been sitting on these for weeeeeeeks LOL

but basically a continuation of best friend!iwa calling out ex bf!mattsun for messing around with his ex when uhhh he really shouldn't be talking 👀

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu texts #haikyu texts #seijoh four #📱#📱mattsun #📱iwaizumi #pushing the virgin!makki agenda thank u #ex bf!mattsun #best friend!iwaizumi

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cynopcis · 1 year

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unexpectedly

(pairing: hq! oikawa x reader)

now listening to: unexpectedly by megumi acorda

You’ve learned over the course of the past few years of your existence that in one way or another, we will always experience loss. Like the baby-sized wallet your Aunt gave you on your 3rd birthday, your pet hamster that died an unfortunately gruesome death, the first pair of earrings you ever bought for yourself, friends you lose as you grow apart and venture into other paths or the kind little old lady who succumbed to the natural course of life.

Perhaps we’re meant to lose the precious things we have, eventually.

You have experienced loss, felt loss, tried to avoid loss by keeping yourself miles away from things you love but you never learn, do you? Because you’re in Buenos Aires, miles away from home, a few feet away from him, tracing your names in the sand.

“Y/n?” you turn to the direction from where your name was called, “Holy fuck is that really you?”

Your feeling that moment was indescribable, your heart fluttered, your knees trembled, your cheeks grew warm, and you’re stuck in place but you also want to run away at the same time.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, I did not think this through at all.

“Hi?” you ask (or say?) stupidly.

Oikawa squats down to your level and stares at your face, “Mierda, it really is you.”

“I don’t know how to speak Spanish yet.”

His eyes sparkle and he laughs and puts his hands under your arms and helps you stand up, “So what the hell is my best friend, who absolutely hates going on long trips, doing in Argentina out of all places?”

You look at the sunset instead of him, “I realized something.”

“Mhm”

“Unexpectedly, you mean so much to me, Toru.”

But you want to say so much more, how you felt like a part of you moved to Argentina with him, how you realized that you can very well stand on your own feet but need him to be there to stabilize you, that maybe being miles away from him will be the very cause of you losing him.

“I would hope so,” he joked but the shine on his eyes persistent, “will you finally upgrade my title to boyfriend now?”

“Let’s take this slow.”

“You literally went all the way here.”

Miles away from home, you intertwine your fingers with his. Instantaneously, with your consciousness co-existing with his to change the location of your home, you smell the sea, feel the sky and while witnessing the everchanging waves you find your right direction.

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#haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu fluff #seijoh four #friends to lovers #🌱.hq #🌱.all works

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namikawa · 2 years

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— [too hot to handle]

featuring: seijoh four [oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, matsukawa]

cw: smut, chubby!reader, porn with plot, degradation, praising, jealous!iwaizumi, meandom!iwaizumi (if you squint), mocking, heavy dom/sub dynamics, tad bit of dumbification, sir kink. pet names (dollface, pretty girl, princess, koji (little one), angel, and darling). wc: 2.8k.

notes: i'm so bad at warnings, so i apologize. uhhh hope you like this fic, it's kinda self-indulgent because i am a seijoh four lover. a part 2 could be made if this gets any attention i'm not sure right nowww.

as the school day unfolded, you received a text from your boyfriend. your phone lit up with the name “iwa<3” as you swiped up to read the message. “hey y/n, you wanna hang out after school?” you think nothing of the simple message, softly smiling and responding to him.

“uh yeah, just us, or are the other three dipshits tagging along?” you reply wearily. the truth is, iwaizumi had always been a caring lover, but after you became close with these three something had changed about him, specifically the way he acted around you with them around. you both had decided to keep your relationship private, that included not telling the boys. it was best that way, but you couldn’t seem to shake the attitude iwaizumi got around you and his friends.

throughout the day you glanced at your phone, awaiting his reply. he finally responded during your last period, which unfortunately always felt like the longest period. the text read, “the dipshits can’t wait to see you they're practically foaming at the mouth :)”. after snickering to yourself, you decide to humor him a bit.

“yeah yeah, i know they enjoy seeing me so much! tell them to play nice or it’s gonna end up like last time.”

the last time you had all been in a room together, takahiro had decided to mess with you. you were sitting on the couch of the volleyball room texting a friend when hanamaki walked up and plopped down right next to you. as you looked up from your phone, he smiled arrogantly. “who are you texting, y/n? do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. “i can’t believe somebody would be dense enough to want to go out with you!” he chuckled, followed by a few scattered laughs from the other two boys.

“i say the same thing about you hiro, but then we all found out your girlfriend was cheating on you… so maybe she wasn’t too dense after all.”

after that conversation, hanamaki wasn’t too fond of you or your mouth for that matter.

as soon as the last period let out, you quickly walked toward the vending machines grabbing your usual snack, a cherry diet coke, and a granola bar. you swiftly turn around, hearing an oh-so-familiar voice. “iwa!” you exclaimed happily. “y/n! how was class?” he asks, grabbing the drink from your hand and pushing it upward a bit, gesturing as if to ask for a sip. of course, you nod beginning to walk ahead of him toward the volleyball room.

“class was alright, never a dull moment,” the sarcasm evident in your tone. he laughed lightly. walking around the corner you look around, checking for any teachers or bystanders. seeing none, you cautiously open the door to the volleyball locker room, sitting your things down on the floor and falling onto the couch. “relaxation at last!” you exclaim.

unwrapping your granola bar and taking a bite, you look over at hajime sitting on the couch across from you. “are the dipshits coming or what?” you ask jokingly. he looks up from his phone, rolling his eyes. “if you keep asking about ‘em, i might start to think you like them you know?” he smirks. you grab your phone, not even bothering to entertain his antics as you begin scrolling through your timeline. although the comment did hit some nerve, you try your best to ignore it.

hajime had always understood his friends were attractive and incredibly seductive at that, he didn’t mind the thought of you having innocent crushes on them, but the thought of you leaving him for one of them would sometimes cross his mind. he’d expressed his feelings with you before, along with his thoughts of imagining it “could be hot or whatever” (his words not yours) to share you with his friends but not going into much detail other than that.

about twenty minutes later the door opens slowly, a bit anxious you look over at iwaizumi as he peers up to see who’s there. first enters oikawa, then hanamaki, and lastly matsukawa. you now pay them no mind, making room for one of them on the couch next to you. as the three boys pack into the room, the last two muttering about some girl, you prepare yourself for the annoyance to come within the next few hours.

“y/n~” oikawa calls out in a flirtatious tone. “hi oikawa,” you say, not bothering to even meet his gaze. he bends down in front of you as matsukawa and hanamaki take a seat. the latter opts to sit next to hajime, in an attempt to avoid another embarrassment while issei sits at the other end of your couch. “so rude y/n! you could at least greet me you know. it wouldn’t kill you to be a bit nicer to me.” he argues.

“that’s so true tooru, i could be a bit nicer to you… but then again i don’t care enough to do so!” you snort, hearing a contained laugh from iwaizumi, covered up with a cough. after scrolling through your phone for a bit longer, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. as you stood in the bathroom, fixing up your makeup you heard the door creak open, so you peek out a bit. “y/n? are you good?” the voice asked. “yeah, i’m fine iwa. be right out, okay?” you muttered. you made quick work washing your hands and meeting him outside.

“what took you so long?” he asked, the concern evident in his face. “just fixing my makeup!” you smile brightly, upon returning, sitting back in your seat, matsukawa peers over at you. “koji, you alright? you seem even more annoyed than when oikawa tries making his advances at you.” that caused tooru to let out an annoyed groan, muttering about how he didn’t need to be dragged into that statement. oikawa’s voiced annoyance made you let out a small giggle, rolling your eyes for the nth time today.

“it’s nothing! just a bit tired is all.” you respond. in truth, you were a bit nervous, nervous about being around all of them at once. it had been so long since you’d all been in a room together, opting for hangouts at a cafe with hajime and tooru, or watching movies with mattsun and iwa at your house. oikawa pulls you out of your thoughts, calling your name in a sing-song voice.

“tooru what is it?” you huff, less annoyed than before but still playing it off. “y/n, i think we should play a game! i’m super bored.” he peers up at you. “what kind of game?” you question him, slightly interested. “let’s have a staring contest!” he bursts excitedly. there seemed to be no mal intention behind his game, but you still reluctantly agreed.

after two games of staring at oikawa non-stop, you had won both times. “please y/n-chan! you’re so good at this, one more round!” he pouts. you sigh in agreement, counting down from three and staring into the brown-haired boy's eyes. this time hanamaki got up, walking toward you and kneeling beside you. he came a bit closer, whispering something in your ear that only you were able to hear. immediately you blinked, shaking your head and looking over at hanamaki. the pink-haired boy burst out into a fit of laughter, standing back up and returning to his original seat as oikawa cocked his head to the side, in a fit of confusion. “y/n what did hiro say?!” he questioned. you shake your head, covering your face and glancing back over at the boy. issei, now intrigued by your reaction also begins questioning you. to which you respond, “it’s nothing, he just told me a joke! ‘s all.”

neither of the boys believed a word you said, but they smile at you anyway as you try to regain your composure. “don’t i get to play a game with you too, koji? come sit.” matsukawa says, patting his lap. you stand up, a bit self-conscious about your weight, but eventually, just decide to sit down on his lap. this gains hajimes attention, peering over at issei, he announces grumpily “i’m going to go to the vending machine, i’ll be right back.” mattsun nods, smiling lazily at him and focusing his attention back on you. “are you okay with kissing me?” matsukawa asks in his usual, uninterested tone. something that intimate shouldn’t be said so easily you’d think. either way, you nod softly, feeling up for a challenge.

matsukawa beams slightly, his bored look morphing into more of an amused one. he runs his calloused hands along the curved sides of your body. “this game is called too hot, the rules are we have to kiss but we aren’t allowed to touch one another, and whoever does touch the other first loses. understand?”. a faint warmth in your cheeks begins to rise, nodding at him cautiously. “words, koji.” matsukawa encourages.

“i understand, dumbass.” oikawa gets up from the floor, sitting next to takahiro, watching as matsukawa becomes a bit agitated at your response. he slowly brings his lips to yours, faintly brushing over them a few times as you hold yourself back. if there is one thing you do know about issei, it’s that he will never fail to be a tease. after brushing your lips against one another a few more times, he gently sucks on your bottom lip, peppering soft kisses upon it. feeling tired of the bit of teasing, you press your lips against mattsun’s, trying to take a bit of control. he lets you, enjoying the small display of dominance. after a while, he pulls away from you, eliciting a small whine from your lips. “issei! why’re you stopping,” you fully pull away from him and turn around, looking at the two boys who have their eyes trained on you.

“i think they liked our game a bit more than we did, he didn’t though.” matsukawa laughs, pointing toward the door. hajime stood there, tense and with a glint of what you could only make out to be jealousy in his eyes. you bite your lip, attempting to pull yourself off mattsun’s lap, but his hands quickly grab your plush sides, pulling you back down. “where ya’ running off to, doll? we didn’t finish our game, you scared of iwa or somethin’?” he asks teasingly.

you shake your head, turning back toward issei. “no, of course, i’m not afraid of iwa. i have no reason to be.” takahiro stands up, pulling you away from his friend's lap, and sitting you down on his own.

“this has been so nice and all, but i’d like to play a game as well. you all had your turn.”

hanamaki lets his long, slender hands roam the soft skin of your body. occasionally gripping at it a bit roughly, as his friends observe his well-placed touches. takahiro whispers in your ear once again, making your entire body shiver at his words. “you wanna tell them what i said, darling? or should i?”. you shake your head quickly at the latter, clearing your throat.

“me… me and hiro had a few hookups. it was last year, he was just m-mocking what i used to call him.” in that moment iwaizumi speaks, for what felt like the first time in ages. “what exactly did you call him?” he says bluntly.

you close your eyes, feeling hiro’s wandering hands. with a sharp breath, you’re dragged back to reality when you feel a rough hand around your neck.

“answer me, or are you feeling too good from some light touches? i bet hiro only made you cum once, didn’t he? should’ve told me about this, angel. maybe we could’ve had a bit more fun with him sometime.” iwa spat harshly, the condescending tone flooding your mind and making you see stars. tooru and matsukawa both share a look, oikawa opening his mouth to speak but issei beating him to it.

“we?” he questions, his eyes wide with a bit of intrigue.

you nod, your eyes fluttering with the tight grip hajime has around your neck. “h-haji please,” you mumble.

iwaizumi picks you up, taking you away from hiro and sitting you on his lap. “she’s my fucking girlfriend, and all i've been watching for the past hour is you three idiots feel her up. didn’t even make her cum, did they angel?” the last part directed toward you. you shake your head, burying your face into the nape of his neck. you can feel eyes watching you as hajime makes his confession, but you settle on staying quiet. after a few minutes of silence, oikawa speaks up.

“iwa-chan does this mean we don’t get to flirt with her?” all you hear is a rough smack, followed by oikawa groaning. “oww mattsun, what the hell was that for?” he rubs his head.

“of fucking course we can’t flirt with her you dumbass, she’s iwa’s and we all know how much he hates sharing.” oikawa rolls his eyes, looking toward hajime for a definitive answer.

“i don’t mind,” he grumbles out quietly.

“what did you say hajime, i didn’t quite catch that?” takahiro teases.

“you fucking heard me, now are you accepting the offer or not?” hajime leans down toward your ear, cooing at you and whispering. “you okay with this, pretty girl?” he asks, concern laced within his voice. instead of answering him verbally, you decide to lift your head and extend your arm toward hiro, who was sitting next to the both of you.

“hiro… would you please touch me?” hanamaki is quick to nod, grabbing your extended arm and pulling you back onto his lap. “of course i’ll touch you pretty thing, but i think you should answer your dear haji’s little question from earlier. don’t you think?” you nod, a bit shy at first. “please touch me, sir. i want you so bad.”

that title is all it takes for hiro to lift your black skirt, easily move your panties to the side, and begin rubbing you.

“must’ve enjoyed us toying with you huh, angel? so wet for me right now, what’s that dumb little brain thinking about?” hiro mocks.

“no! wasn’t enjoying it, swear. only want haji.” iwaizumi smiles at this confession, watching from the other side of the couch. “trained her well didn’t ya’…haji?” matsukawa calls from across the room teasingly, including the evident nickname you had given his friend.

“i had to, just look at how pretty she is, she’s so obedient too. show him, princess.” he utters. the tall boy saunters over to you, putting his fingers close to your mouth and tapping on your cheek a few times. almost immediately you get the hint, opening up your mouth and letting him place his fingers inside your mouth. you close your lips around his thick fingers, softly sucking and moaning around them. at that moment, you feel hanamaki slide two fingers into your core.

your attention is now placed on makki, grinding on his hand and whining around matsukawa’s fingers, you feel pure bliss. you tilt your head back, giving mattsun more access to your mouth, and now extremely exposed neck. instantly you feel a pair of lips kissing and sucking on your neck, too soft to be iwaizumi’s but too rough to be issei’s or hanamaki’s. you settle on tooru, opening your eyes and glancing down at him.

you catch a glance of your boyfriend sitting next to you, palming himself through his pants at the sight of his poor girlfriend being used by his friends. mattsun removes his fingers from your mouth, rubbing them across your cheek and smiling down at you. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, maybe you’ll be even prettier when we ruin ya’. all messy and too fucked out to protest. you’d like that wouldn’t ya’, dollface.”

“shit issei, she enjoyed that, her cunt keeps fluttering around my fucking fingers. keep talking to her like that.” takahiro chimes in.

oikawa continues his assault on your neck. sucking, kissing, licking, and biting destined to leave hickeys in those spots.

“what was it that makki said earlier? ‘bout your dumb fucking brain? didn’t know you were into that, koji. maybe you really are a slut, wouldn’t put it past ya’ after this.”

those words pushed you over the edge. hiro’s slender fingers, accompanied by oikawa’s biting, along with issei’s words made you feel lighter than air. your cunt spasmed around hiro’s fingers and nothing but chants of incoherent words fell from your lips. after coming down from your high, you look at makki, who is kneading your large thighs between his hand. the first to speak was oikawa, and something you didn’t think you’d ever hear from his mouth came spilling out.

“so princess, which one of us gets to fuck you first?”

#haikyu smut #seijoh #seijoh four #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyu x reader #✉️

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iwahajii · 2 years

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• scars fade (Chapter 3)

Iwaizumi's sins cost him the one thing he didn't want to fuck up. Yet he still did.

Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn't just once that he did.

This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it'll be a happy ending or not, it's all up to you.

warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes

then • now • next

Oikawa didn't know what he wanted to do first. He was torn between running after you as fast as he could and ripping Iwaizumi to shreds. Both, he couldn't do, so in his utter frustration, he punched Iwaizumi in the face. It was the closest, anyway.

Iwaizumi fell out of his seat, his lip busted and blood quickly flowed out. He just blinked, brushing a thumb on his lip and stared at the red when he pulled it away.

"What the hell did you do, Iwaizumi?" Oikawa screeched, his anger boiling out of him as he paced back and forth, his perfect, glorious hair now a mess because of him constantly running his fingers through it.

Iwaizumi flinched, maybe at his tone or maybe being addressed as Iwaizumi. Oikawa didn't care. He was livid. Mad with anger about what Iwaizumi has told him, what he had done, what he did to you.

He watched as Iwaizumi shake his head, looking defeated and lifeless on the floor. Oikawa wanted to sit with him on the floor and cry his eyes out. Just the mere fact that you weren't here with them meant everything was true.

But he couldn't.

Not when his pillar, and your pillar, is crumbling down on the floor with bloodshot eyes and scratchy throat. Iwaizumi had always been the strong one, always reliable and responsible. The rare times he let loose and run wild very few and far in between, even with Matsukawa and Hanamaki in equation. The straight-laced. The leader.

Between the three of you, Iwaizumi has been the pillar in your relationship. Now that he stumbled, Oikawa decided to be the one to lend him strength. He wanted to be there for you, to share in your pain because god knows how awful Iwaizumi's actions were.

"Stand up," Oikawa growled out. Glaring at him on the floor. "Go and follow her. Beg her for forgiveness. Get down on your knees and beg, Iwaizumi. Fuck! You can even disembowel yourself so she'd forgive you."

Silence was Iwaizumi's only response.

Oikawa glared harder, wishing that if he glared hard enough, Iwaizumi would wake the hell up and follow his words.

"Who was it?" Oikawa demanded, slamming his hand down the table.

"Kaede," Iwaizumi mumbled.

Oikawa's eyebrows shot up far into the sky, and he scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard he saw white for a second. "I knew that bitch had it in her."

Iwaizumi shook his head. "It's my fault."

An ear-splitting scream came out of Oikawa, making Iwaizumi jump in his seat on the floor. In a split-second, Oikawa was holding Iwaizumi by his collar, shoving his face as close as possible as he gritted out, "Damn right it is, you fucking bastard."

Shoving Iwaizumi away, Oikawa went back to pacing back and forth as Iwaizumi gathered his bearings again.

"Have you tried her phone?"

A head shake.

"Her parents?"

A head shake.

"You're an imbecile," Oikawa declared. He whipped out his phone, dialling your number. When it went to voicemail, Oikawa proceeded to your parents's home number. It rang for a while, Oikawa waiting patiently.

"They don't know," Iwaizumi said, finally getting up from his pity spot on the floor.

"You'd be in a coffin if they did," Oikawa snapped, but Iwaizumi smiled at the certainty of his words. A female voice answered and Oikawa perked up.

"Auntie! Did my wife made a surprise visit at your place? I wanted to take her out to dinner, but I can't reach her," Oikawa rattled out, his voice perky and bubbly.

"Tooru! Why, my lovely boy, she didn't drop by. How I wish you guys would drop by on your own," your mother replied.

"I miss you too, Auntie. We'll drop by soon," Oikawa promised.

"We'd love that," your mother agreed. "Take Hajime with you, alright?"

Oikawa smiled so sweetly Iwaizumi flinched, "Yes, we will. I'd have to say goodbye now, Auntie. We'll see you soon!"

As Oikawa pressed the end call button, he swiped a leg at Iwaizumi's thigh, muttering "damned bastard" under his breath.

"How the hell are we gonna fix this?" Oikawa cried, his legs giving out as he slumped down the couch. "If I knew you were gonna fuck up this bad, I would've killed you long ago."

Tears slipped from Oikawa's eyes and he growled, wiping at them as quickly as they came.

"You hurt her. You broke her heart. You messed up so bad, Iwa-chan," Oikawa said in between sobs. "She's my sister, my wife. You promised, Iwa-chan…"

Iwaizumi was quiet as he took a seat beside Oikawa, letting him cry his heart out. Suddenly, Oikawa froze, eyes wide and frantic, turning so fast towards Iwaizumi his neck cracked.

"How far did you go with the bitch?" he asked, acid coating his words. "Did you have sex with her?"

Iwaizumi had the decency to grimace, but he shook his head.

"Did you kiss her?"

A head shake.

"Flirting? Did you touch her?"

Iwaizumi was about to shake his head again, but Oikawa had enough of that, his patience snapping. Hitting the back of Iwaizumi's head, he screamed. "Use your damn mouth!"

Iwaizumi swallowed, eyes casting downwards. "I had dinner with her. She-she tried to kiss me, do more, but-" he drew a shaky breath before continuing, "I couldn't do it, Oikawa. You know how much I love Yuki."

"You love her so much you had dinner with another woman. You're an idiot," Oikawa spat.

"I know," Iwaizumi conceded, his shoulders hunched. "I just- I have no excuse, I know that. But when everything felt so safe and comfortable and normal, it became so easy to be swept by something exciting. It felt like something new came into my life and I was so blinded by it, that I didn't know what I was destroying in the process."

"So you fucked up," Oikawa concluded.

"So I fucked up," Iwaizumi seconded.

They both chuckled, then stopped at the same time. The weight of the situation settling down on them again. Oikawa smiled and Iwaizumi tried to return it, but grimaced at the sudden pain he felt.

Oikawa grinned, all teeth flashing white and bright. "Does it hurt, Iwa-chan?" He mocked.

Iwaizumi shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "I deserve it."

"Damn right you do."

then • now • next

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa x reader #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #seijoh four #angst

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a-wildemusing · 2 years

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As Per Usual: “Hold On…Y/n, did what?”

word count:1960~

genre: fluffffffffff with a small amount of angst (but that is mostly for one of the side character that is mention.)

warnings: mentions of violence, probably some mistakes, but that’s mostly it.

summary: Iwaizumi is running errands for the team and on his way to the teacher’s lounge, he overhears two classmates talking about something interesting about Y/n.

a/n: This is part of a series I’m doing called As Per Usual! It’s made up events and adventures with being best friends with the Seijoh Four! Hope you enjoy~

As Per Usual. ✨Masterlist.✨

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It was after school hours and there was no practice, but there was still some behind-the-scenes stuff that needed to be dealt with. And the third years picked second-year Iwaizumi to be an errand boy. Iwaizumi was on his way to the teacher’s lounge with some paperwork he had to drop off for the coaches when he heard it.

“Did you hear, Y/n that first year got in a fight with Haru from the third year?”

That completely halted Iwaizumi’s walk and lingered to listen to two of his classmates.

“Did he just say…” Iwa whispered to himself.

“Isn’t Haru that tall guy on the basketball team?” One of the classmates asked.

“Yeah. I heard Y/n punch him in the face. Surprised they were even able to reach him.” The other said.

“Hold on...Y/n, did what?” Iwaizumi whispered to himself. He walks closer to the two people talking. “Hey. what did you just say about Y/n?”

“Oh hi, Iwaizumi. Word on the grapevine is that Y/n and Haru were fighting about something… All I heard from people that were there, Y/n came out of nowhere and walked up to the third year and just socked him.”

“Probaly a lover’s quarrel.”

“The first year? Y/n, right?” Iwaizumi questioned the two students.

“Yup. Why do you know them?”

“Yeah just met them. One of my friend’s kohai.” Iwaizumi rubs the back of his head. He was pretty sure you weren’t the type of person to be violent. He didn’t know this Haru guy, he did know he was on the basketball team. That was the extent of what Iwaizumi knew about him.

“I guess I wouldn’t want to get into their bad side. Their senpai probably is having to deal with that already. ”The other guy spoke. Both started laughing.

“Yeah…I will talk to you guys later.” Iwaizumi lifted the papers that he was holding up, somewhat lost in his thoughts. “Got to go to the teacher’s lounge.”

“See you dude, and hey you might see Y/n there. They are still getting lectured or something.”

“Make sure you don’t get them mad. They might try to do a number on you too.” The other classmate added and they both start laughing again.

Iwaizumi waved goodbye and began his trek to the teacher’s lounge once again.

“Huh,” Iwaizumi whispered to himself. This is pretty bad, he thought. Only the second week and they are already causing trouble for themselves.

He finally made it to the teacher’s lounge, slide the door open and the first thing he saw was Y/n getting a lectured.

By the door, you looked up and made eye contact with Iwaizumi. You gave him a shy smile and he did the same before the teacher that was talking to you told you to pay attention. Your head lowered as you turned back to your teacher.

The teacher talking to you sighs, “ I’m going to give you a warning this time–it's the first few weeks and you are doing this kind of thing, come on. You're lucky that I know your parents.”

Iwaizumi really wanted to know what was happening on your side, but he didn’t have any excuse to say longer in the teacher’s lounge–he only had to drop off some paperwork.

From the corner of your eyes, you watched Iwaizumi walk out, but before he did he waved at you.

To be honest, Iwaizumi didn't fully understand why he was waiting. He was curious as to what had happened. In the same breath, he wanted to make sure you were ok. He knew whatever happened was for a reason.

After opening the door, you walked out. Iwaizumi immediately caught your attention. He looked up from his shoes with a smile.

“Hey, Iwaizumi-senpai.” You shyly said. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Hi, Y/n, uh. Yeah I was. I–what are you up to?”

“Right now, uh, well I have to go to the gym to speak with…this third year.”

“Oh, well. I can walk you. I’m going back there anyway,” Iwaizumi offered.

There was silence between the two of you as you both walked back to the gym. There weren’t many students left on campus, so the halls were empty. You didn’t know what to say and there were only a few times that you talked to Iwaizumi. And during those times Hanamaki was with you.

“So, Y/n. What kind of activ-

“You know…don’t you?” You stopped walking. Iwaizumi soon stops as well.

“Uh, well yes,” Iwaizumi puts his hands into his pockets, “ I just overheard about it from two classmates while going to the teacher’s lounge.”

You sigh. “Do you think Takahiro knows?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Has he tried contacting you?”

“I turned my phone off.” You laughed slightly. “I was kind of afraid to leave it on if he knew.”

“What about your parents?”

“Not so scary. My dad just asked me if he deserved it and my mom…well my mom. Let’s not talk about that convo.” You both started walking again.

“I see.”

There was another silence as you walked towards the gym. You can sense that Iwaizumi was pondering the topic.

You two stopped in front of the gym. Both of you can hear the basketball team practicing.

“Can I ask you why?” Iwa breaking the quietness. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah. uh, let’s see…well he dated my friend (friend’s name) in secret.” You started the explanation.

“Wait, really? (friend’s name), the one in third year, right?”

“That’s her. She has been helping me out besides, Hiro.”

“She is nice. I know her cousin. Sorry, continue.”

“No, it's okay. So she was tired of having to keep it a secret, and when she wanted to make it public. And that’s where it went down. She went up to him thinking that she could…He humiliated her. Saying that she was lying and that she was desperate to even say all that. It happened in front of his friends and some other people.”

“What the heck?”

“I know, right? Anyways, after my friends and I comforted her. I wanted to go get her some snacks. Then I saw him.” You looked into the gym. The basketball players were taking a break and then you saw him again. Iwaizumi looked too. Haru was drinking water and talking to some of teammates laughing as if nothing happened.

“And well I slapped him. People are saying that I socked it but I didn’t. But anyway, It wasn’t–I couldn’t help it. I was mad at him. He recognized me and he figured out why I did it at the moment. He try to play it off, but I saw the look on his face. Before anything else could be done. I was caught by one of the supervisors.” You finally finished.

“Wow, the audacity of this guy,” Iwa shook his head, “I’m glad you stood up for your friend. But how is your hand?”

“Slightly sore, but worth it honestly.” You showed him your hand, “Now I have to apologize to that bastard.”

“Do you want me to give you some backup?”

“Nah, I will be fine… Just…If Takahiro asks if you saw me. You didn’t,” you smiled, “I’m not ready for another lecture, especially from him.”

“No problem. My lips are sealed,” Iwaizumi nods, “You and Hanamaki are close?”

“Yeah, he is like the annoying older brother I never asked for.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “He has been there for me through a lot of stuff when we were younger.”

“That’s like Oikawa and me. We are childhood friends.”

“Oh, I haven’t met him yet.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to.” Iwa zones out for a second.

“Is he that bad?” You laughed.

“Not too bad, but he can be a little dramatic.” Iwaizumi ponder on you meeting Oikawa.

“Well, I should get going, and apologize.” You pointed with your thumbs behind you towards the gym doors.

“I will see you around, Y/n.” Iwaizumi turns around and starts walking to the clubrooms.

“Iwaizumi,” You quickly said before he was fully away from you.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for not jumping the gun and judging me like how everyone else did. They think I’m this brute or something.”

“No problem. Not going to lie. I was a little worried, but talking about it helped me realize something.”

“And what is that?”

“That you are a really good friend. And I’m glad we meet.”

“Oh,” You felt a little shy, “Thanks… I’m glad we meet too.”

“But a little advice, no more violence okay?”

“Yeah,” You laughed, “I will see you around.”

Then you watched as Iwaizumi walked towards the area where the clubhouses are located. Surely Hanamaki was there. Turning back to the gym doors, you stood there, for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking into the gym.

“I guess, it has to be done.” you lower your head and walked into the gym. “Hello Sensei, I’m sorry for intruding on your practice. But I’m Y/n. If I can have permission to talk to Haru for a moment.”

“So you the one they are talking about in the teacher’s lounge?”

You sighed, “Yes.”

“Go ahead.”

You thanked the coach and bowed to the coach and the assistants that were present before walking over to Haru.

“Hey, can we talk? Your coach permitted us to.”

“Sure.”

Some of Haru’s friends that were on the team snickered and Haru flashed them a smile before you two walked out of the gym.

“Listen, I’m sorry for slapping you.”

“Such a sincere apology, Y/n.” Haru mocked.

You glared at him. “I should actually punch you this time-

“Sorry, sorry. Okay. apology accepted okay. Geez, so impulsive.” Haru puts his hands up.

You shook your head. “Whatever. Like I said I’m sorry for slapping you, but I’m not sorry for why I did it.” You took a step closer. You were starting to feel anxious, your hands slightly trembling, but you pushed forward. “If you come near (friend’s name) again. I will not hesitate to protect her.”

You turned around and took a few steps thinking of leaving it with that, but stopped and turned back one more time, “You hurt her and she cared for you. But after what happened. Even if you apologize, she will not give you a second chance.”

“Whatever.” Haru looked away from you.

“I don’t know your reasoning. But whatever you did this for. Was it worth it?” Haru didn’t answer you. You shook your head and started to walk away.

“Y/n,” Haru said.

You stopped walking, not turning.

“How…is she doing?” Haru continued.

“What do you think?” You scoffed.

“For what it's worth, I do care about her.”

In response, you shook your head and began walking away. There was no point in pursuing the matter further, you apologized and that was that. The only thing you were glad about was that no one was talking about your friend and what happened to her, but rather what you did.

In addition, you were glad that Iwaizumi did not judge you too quickly, as everyone else had. It was going to be a long school term, you thought.

After you finished your walk back to the main building, you went to the locker room to retrieve your things. You changed into your regular shoes. The thought crossed your mind, and so you took out your phone and turned it back on.

As expected once everything was powered up, you had a lot of missed calls and text messages from Hanamaki. You chuckled and shook your head. You decided to finally call him back.

The first ring and he answered. You were bombarded with questions.

“I’m on my way home. Yes, I dealt with everything…”

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end notes~

-I was going to end this once Y/n stepped foot into the gym after talking to Iwa, but I felt like having the convo of Haru and Y/n was necessary.

-Iwaizumi lowkey pretended to leave, but stayed a little longer after he talked to Y/n, just in case something happened again. He didn’t try to eavesdrops in the convo with Haru, but glad that you stood your ground.

-lowkey Iwa won’t admit this, but he is kind of intimidated by you. lmao

-Also, in somewhat of the timeline, this is after you already meet each other, and this was the early days of friendship between Y/n and Iwa.

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curtsycream · 3 months

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Seijoh Four Blurb

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.

#poly!reader #haikyuu x reader #poly!haikyuu #x reader #poly fanfic #seijoh blurb #seijoh four x reader #seijoh 4 #matsukawa issei #iwazumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro

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cottonlemonade · 19 days

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Hiii!! I want to send a request but before that ofc i first want to say how i love your works, love how there's another writer for us chubby readers and espc in haikyuu☹️🫂🗣️🫶🏼 i hope you continue to grace us💘🩷

and off to my request if you will 🙇🏽‍♀️ thank you!!!!

for issei, a large *to* medium green apple with a slice of lemon😁

The Coziness Of Storagerooms

word count: 882 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff-ish smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, also spoilers

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Was he jealous? Absolutely not. Would he shoot the Argentinian captain to the moon or feed him to a business of ferrets when he touched your arm like that to ensure a slow and miserable death? In a heartbeat.

The Seijoh 4 were attending a small benefit gala upon invitation of their former captain. Oikawa and the Argentinian national team were currently in Japan for a tournament and would spend their time greasing palms of potential investors and, theoretically, Issei had been looking forward to tonight - hanging out with his friends in a fancy suit, having good food and most importantly, getting to show you off to absolutely anyone with eyes. When he picked you up earlier he had spent a full five minutes taking pictures of you from every angle, all stunning in your evening gown, perfectly wrapping around your generous curves. If it wouldn‘t have been for Oikawa, he honestly would have just stayed in and ravished you in that dress. Unfortunately (although not surprisingly), you caught the eyes of one of Oikawa‘s teammates and the tall handsome man had been glued to your side ever since. And because his girlfriend was completely oblivious to his advances, you simply laughed along and took his flirting for simple curiosity. Issei really didn‘t want to be that guy that got all macho and marked his territory but… the alternative was watching his gorgeous girl being charmed at the buffet by some other guy and not even realizing it! He shouldn‘t stoop this low. He shouldn‘t turn into some kind of caveman and drag you away. You were strong and smart and could look after yours- did he just touch your ass?! Okay, fuck this, caveman it would have to be.

“Found you.“, a deep familiar voice said behind you. You sighed in relief. That guy was getting way too close for your liking. You turned to Issei, gratefully linking your arm with his.

“You wanna go get some fresh air, baby?“ With a small polite nod to the Argentinian captain you let your boyfriend lead you away.

“Thank you.“, you let out when you exited the large gala hall. You hadn‘t even noticed how stuffy it was in there. Wanting to veer right towards the big glass doors into the venue‘s courtyard you were surprised when Issei instead pulled you to the left and down a corridor.

“Where are you going?“, you laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides while in heels, but the arm around your hips kept you steady.

Issei opened a door here and there until, “Ah, now this looks cozy.“

It was a storage room for extra chairs and tables. Only a bit of moonlight trickled through a small rectangular window near the ceiling, barely illuminating the room enough to make out more than shapes.

“Gee, I wonder what you want to do here.”, you chuckled and let him lift you onto one of the tables.

Trapped between his strong arms on either side of you, you hummed happily when his lips found yours. For a while he only kissed you, getting needier not long after you started.

“Lay back.”, he panted, holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

Seeing you all pretty on the table like that fried the last few rational thoughts that were trying to get his attention.

Issei walked to the end of the table and slowly pushed up your dress, disappointed that the dim silvery light didn’t allow him to fully appreciate your panties. But he did grin when his large hand wandered up your thigh and he felt how wet you were for him.

“Mmh, look at you. How perfect you are, babygirl.”

You seemed to expect him to simply pull the fabric aside but he had other plans. After regaining some sense of reality he stopped squeezing your thighs and hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them off completely.

“Babe, what are you… ah… you can’t just…”, you moaned.

“Why? You don’t need them.”, Issei said calmly, tucking your underwear into his pocket. He pulled you closer to him, leaned down and began to devour you. There was no teasing, no build up, he just. needed. to taste you.

“Ah… oh my god… nghh, ah! Issei! Yes! Oh my god, don’t stop!” The high pitched pleas from your lips made him grip you tighter, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue pushed and played and flicked every inch of your pussy he could have at once. You reached down to grab his hair, pulling him even closer and he was pretty sure he could die of happiness right now.

With his relentless stimulation it didn’t take long until you came over his tongue. He greedily lapped up everything you gave him, giving your swollen clit a couple more harsh sucks, before standing up.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, baby?”, he asked, still entirely drunk on you.

Issei could just make out that you gave a little nod.

“Use your words.”, he groaned, lifting your ankle to his lips to give it a kiss.

“Yes, please… please fuck me. I need you inside of me.”, you managed to breathe out in a desperate whisper.

“Thank you, princess.”

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a/n: thank you for the request and your kind words! Y’all are being so cute 🥹✨ this one also got a bit away from me 😂 please enjoy!

#sunnys lemonade stand #matsukawa x chubby reader #mattsun x chubby Reader #issei x chubby reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #matsukawa issei x chubby reader #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #matsukawa smut #haikyuu matsukawa #seijoh four

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rotten1angel · 1 year

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planning things

#i got a songfic for kita #imagines for the seijoh four (3)#& an atsumu x nekoma manager!reader idea #bc country boy x city girl 🫶#✩ // angel chats #PLWASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME

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begko · 5 months

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keep quiet. -seijoh 4

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!

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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syuga-s · 25 days

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the art of seduction... and hair pulling

w.c. I genuinely don't know around 2.6k (???)

pairing. Oikawa x female!reader, implied Makki x reader & Iwaizumi x reader i'm sorry

genre. crack, suggestive

a/n. haikyuu girl what are you doing here!!! I got carried away. A lot. I was planning on doing a blurb, a short imagine for fuck's sake, BUT HERE WE ARE. be wary of guy friends who will tug on your hair with no warning, they're out there ☝️ curse words here and there 👍

Friends since high school, you and your close-knit group, the infamous Seijoh Four and your best friend Momo. It was just supposed to be a night out with your friends. Those four plus you and Momo. A casual night out. You had gone to one of your fave spots in town, an outdoor brewery, one of the few calm places where there was a table big enough for all of you.

Oikawa was deep into a conversation with Makki and Mattsun while you were talking with Iwaizumi beside you and Momo in front of you. Each group in their own topic. Tonight you were in the middle of Oikawa and Iwaizumi, while the other side sat with Mattsun, Makki and Momo in that order.

Momo leaned in conspiratorially, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, have you heard about Iwa's last ex?" she begins, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper.

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, clearly not thrilled about the direction the conversation is taking. "Oh, not this again," he mutters.

As Momo's words hang in the air, you can't help but lean in, curiosity piqued. "spill it," you urge, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Iwaizumi lets out a resigned sigh, knowing there's no escaping the impending gossip. "Fine, but keep it down," he says, glancing around to make sure no one nearby can overhear. "What about her?"

"Oh, I've got to hear this," you declare, unable to contain your excitement.

Iwaizumi lets out a long-suffering sigh, shooting Momo a playful glare. "You know what, I thought we agreed to leave my dating disasters in the past," he grumbles with amusement in his eyes.

Momo waves off his protests with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, come on, Iwa-chan, it's all in good fun," she insists, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

In the same table you could also hear,

"I'm telling you, guys, it's all in the wrist action," Oikawa insists, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

Makki chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "And here I thought you were just born with that perfect hair-pulling technique," he teases, earning a playful shove from Matsukawa.

Oikawa and your other two friends were talking about the proper way to pull someone's hair while you're at it, Oikawa was pretty sure, if not a 100% sure, he had the supreme technique, the mother of all of them.

"Alright, so picture this," Oikawa begins, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in closer to Makki and Mattsun. "You're with a girl, right? And you want to add a little extra... to the moment."

Makki nods eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm listening," he says, leaning in closer to catch every word.

Oikawa flashes them a confident smirk before continuing. "So, you start by gently running your fingers through her hair," he explains, his voice taking on a theatrical flair. "And then, just when she least expects it, you give a little tug."

Matsukawa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what's the secret to the perfect tug?" he asks, crossing his arms with an unamused tone.

Oikawa grins, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. "Ah, my dear friends, that is the million-dollar question," he replies, his voice dripping with faux wisdom. "You see, it's all about the timing and the angle. Too hard, and you risk pulling her hair out. Too soft, and it's just not as satisfying."

Makki and Mattsun exchange amused glances, barely able to contain their laughter at Oikawa. "Write that down, write that down," Makki chuckled while hitting Mattsun’s arm.

Having you next to him was perfect for the coming demonstration.

Unbeknownst to you, Oikawa's claims of expertise would soon be put to the test. In a daring move, he seized the opportunity to demonstrate his supposedly flawless technique, entangling his fingers in your hair and giving it a sudden tug. The shock of the unexpected sensation rippled through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips, instantly catching the attention of your friends.

The air crackled with silent acknowledgment, each member of the group acutely aware of what just happened.

The suddenness of the noise caught you off guard. After that sound came out of your mouth, your eyes flew open in shock. Shocked of having done that noise? While in front of all your friends? Did they hear? The truth was – they had. Of course they did. Only someone who wasn’t paying attention didn’t get to hear you. All of the people in this table got to hear you whimper with the little action your dear friend over here did.

A single thought echoed in your mind. Oikawa what the fuck?

You blinked a few times. As your eyes met with Momo's amused gaze, you saw she was having a hard time keeping her laughter to herself. Next, you turned to Iwaizumi, noting how he was clenching his jaw and the subtle movement of his Adam's apple as he avoided meeting your eyes. Now Makki. His hand was covering his mouth not actually in shock, but with both of his eyebrows raised, you could see a blend of amusement and disbelief, a mirror to your own expression, while Mattsun's swift return to his beer signaled his desire to move past the subject.

“See? I told you it works. I’ve perfected it over time.”

You jerked your head to the side, eyes wide as you tried to process the startling words of this fucker. A fucker who dared turn you on in front of all your friends.

Oikawa's audacious declaration jolted you into reality. His casual demeanor only fueled the disbelief and arousal swirling within you, leaving you speechless and utterly flustered.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,”

As you excused yourself to visit the bathroom, the scolding at the table started, with a newfound focus on nagging Oikawa for his move. Momo took the lead, her voice carrying a playful reminder as she wagged her hand at Oikawa. "Oikawa, you can't just go around pulling people's hair like that!" she chided, though a glint sparkled in her eyes, softening the scolding tone. Iwaizumi chimed in with a mock-serious expression, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Yeah, next time, at least buy her dinner first or something," he quipped, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Makki and Mattsun joined in the teasing, their playful banter serving to diffuse any tension. "Come on, Oikawa, we all know you think you’re smooth and all that, but that was a bit much," Makki teased, his grin infectious as he hit Oikawa's shoulder. Mattsun, ever the voice of reason, poked some fun too. "You're lucky she didn't slap you," he joked, raising his glass in a mock-toast to their friend's boldness.

Oikawa’s gaze lingered on the spot where you had disappeared to the bathroom. An impish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He pushed himself away from the table, something naughty about his aura.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he announced casually, his voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for his friends to hear. Without waiting for a response, he sauntered away from the table, his steps purposeful as he made his way to find you.

Makki and Mattsun exchanged a knowing look, their grins widening as they watched their friend’s calculated move.

“Do we all know where he’s off to?” Makki mused, his voice low enough to make the remaining ones at the table hear him.

Mattsun chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink before offering his own theory. “Probably to continue his little game with y/n,” he replied, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “That man doesn’t know when to quit.”

Their conversation was punctuated by Momo’s playful jab, her eyes alight with mischief. “I think Oikawa enjoys stirring up things with her just for the thrill of it,” she quipped.

Iwaizumi couldn't help commenting “Honestly, I think y/n knows exactly what she’s doing too,” he remarked. “She’s always had Shittykawa wrapped around her finger,”

"Wouldn’t surprise me if she gets him about to bust one before we even leave this place,”

"Yeah I remember that time y/n whispered something in my ear that had me blushing for hours. She fucking knows how play with you" Makki smirked.

Mattsun chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “I guess we've been spared from y/n’s mischief so far,”

“Right, Iwa? Momo?”

Iwaizumi’s lips quirk into a knowing smirk, his gaze flickering briefly to Momo before returning to Mattsun. “Oh, yeah that's right” he replied cryptically. Plainly brushing him off.

Back in the bathroom you couldn't suppress the laughter bubbling up within you at the absurdity of the situation. Despite of having felt embarrassed for a couple of minutes. That actually turned you on. Of course, Oikawa and you have flirted a few times before. It was in both of your natures but tonight it opened a door. You bit your lip as you fixed your hair in the mirror, a mischievous glint danced in your eyes, reflecting a latent desire stirring.

Just as you left the bathroom, to your surprise, there stood Oikawa, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His presence caught you off guard, yet you couldn't deny the rush of anticipation that surged through you at the sight of him. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned against a door frame, his gaze locking with yours.

As Oikawa began to close the distance between you, his presence seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping you in a heady mix of excitement. You couldn't help but feel small in comparison to his commanding presence, his height and confidence casted a spell over you. Your eyes traced the lines of his figure, taking in every detail, from the confident tilt of his head to the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame.

The air between you thickened and got hotter. Feeling small under his imposing presence, you let your eyes roam over his figure, taking in the way he filled the space around you.

Now it was your turn to toy with him. In a moment of daring impulse, fueled by the charged atmosphere between you, you decide to trace the contours of his torso, your fingertips trembling with anticipation as they hovered over his defined muscles.

As your hand traced him, lingering over the defined curve of his pec, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you. With each deliberate touch, you reveled in the sensation of his warmth beneath your fingertips, relishing the way he responded to your teasing caress.

Oikawa was battling within himself, torn between the desire to reciprocate and the temptation to let you take the lead. He longed to tangle his fingers in your hair once again, or to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. Yet, a voice of restraint urged him to hold back, to savor the moment and revel in your boldness. Wrestling with his impulses, he decided to wait, allowing you to dictate the pace for now, but eagerly anticipating the moment when he could fully engage in this game between you two.

Your eyes, locked in a magnetic gaze with his own, refused to waver, captivated by the depth and intensity of his caramel-colored irises. It was as if they held a secret language, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

You could feel the heat radiating between you, a palpable energy that pulsed in the air around you. You edged closer to him, close enough to have him smell the intoxicating scent of your freshly shampooed hair mingled with your perfume, the very same perfume he found utterly irresistible and loved since years ago. It was a scent that consistently drew him to your side, the very reason he always sought out the seat next to you in any setting.

Your lips got dangerously close to his own, and he could swear that the same soft whimper you let out a few minutes ago was going to escape his mouth.

With a teasing smile, you leaned back slightly, the warmth of your breath grazing his lips tantalizingly. "See? I have my own tricks too," you whispered, your voice a playful melody that danced in his ears.

As your lips parted from his, a surge of anticipation rippled through him, leaving him longing to clash his lips against yours. But before he could act, your mouth moved to his ear, your words sending a shiver down his spine. "I had to even the score, don’t you think?" you murmured, the gentle tease laced with a hint of filthiness.

As you both return to the table, you notice a fresh round of beers waiting for you, courtesy of your friends.

Their eyes flicker between you and Oikawa, a knowing grin spreading across their faces as they take in his subtle change in expression.

Momo raises an eyebrow playfully. "Looks like someone's got a lot on their mind," she teases, her voice laced with amusement. Iwaizumi offers a knowing smirk, his gaze lingering on Oikawa for a moment before he takes a sip of his drink. "What's got you all worked up, Oikawa?" he asks, his tone light but not passing on the opportunity to embarrass him a bit.

Makki and Mattsun, sharing a silent chuckle as they await Oikawa's response.

Oikawa chuckles nervously, trying to maintain his composure as he feels the weight of everyone’s gaze on him. “Oh, you know, just contemplating the mysteries of the universe,” he quips.

“Bullshit my guy,” you finally said. Pride written all over your face.

Makki's mischievous grin widens as he leans in, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "Don’t tell me you’re actually blushing bro," his tone light-hearted but teasing. Oikawa's cheeks flush even more at the remark, and he shoots Makki a mock glare.

Matsukawa chimes in with a smirk, "I thought you were the 'Grand King' Oikawa. Can't handle a little friendly ribbing?"

Between his nerves and his brain recovering from what you did to him, what Oikawa actually heard was, “Can't handle a little friendly rubbing?" And Oikawa's eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he realizes the implications of Matsukawa's words.

Oikawa’s voice raised an octave in panic, “WHAT DID YOU SEE?”

Iwaizumi’s smirk widened as he saw his friend's reaction, "Relax, Oikawa," he replies. "We didn't see anything, but your reaction says it all.”

Makki, always the one to jump in with his comments, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "y/n, honey, remind me to never play with your hair," a playful wink sent to you.

bonus. because i'm in love with iwa-chan and i couldn't help imagine this part even though it doesn't fit the story anymore

As the night went on, Iwaizumi found himself gravitating towards you more often than usual, his protective instincts kicking in. Whether it was subtly adjusting his position to make you more comfortable, offering you his jacket when the evening air turned colder, or simply engaging you in conversation with a gentle smile, his actions speak volumes about his care and concern for you. You can't help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest each time he looks out for you. Iwaizumi ended up leaning over and pulled you into a sideways hug, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. With a warm smile, he squeezes you gently, his voice soft as he says, “You feeling okay?” Not sure if he meant something regarding your alcohol intake or something about what happened tonight. Regardless, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around you, you lean into his embrace, grateful for having him in your life, like this.

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SUMMARY: You are the side character of someone else's fairytale and you fall in love with the male lead of her story. You think, "Can a side character get their happy ending?", and you hope you can.

PAIRING: iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

GENRE(S): angst (with a happy ending) + pining (one-sided) + second choice syndrome

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used

WC: 4657

MASTERLIST

In all cliché love stories, there would always be a love triangle between the protagonist, the good guy, and the playboy. The protagonist would always choose the bad boy, no matter what, and the good guy would always be there as moral support. That was simply the unspoken 'rule' that posed itself as a trend in all novels.

In your life, you felt that you were definitely not the protagonist. If your life were a movie, you supposed, you would probably be one of those good-natured side characters who appeared in the film from two to four times, maybe even an extra in a story. You know, the kind chef that appeared on page sixteen of the storybook, or the dutiful store assistant who was moving boxes in the back.

Now, you might be wondering who the protagonist was. It was Sawabe Nagi: skinny, fair-skinned, and popular. She was bubbly, well-liked, and beautiful to boot, and was practically born to be the main character. Like the typical protagonist she was, she chose the bad boy, Oikawa Tooru, the dashing heartthrob of Seijoh. The good guy here was then Iwaizumi Hajime, who happened to be the playboy's best friend and childhood friend.

Before the plot was written, the good guy had a backstory with the side character. (Perhaps this story would change the course of the actual story? We would never know.)

You walked into class with your earpieces plugged in as you scrolled through your Instagram feed. As you sat down, you happened to come across a ridiculously hilarious post, something like a text post regarding your favourite band, and you tried so hard not to laugh. The pressure of holding it in was so great that as a result, you snorted out loud. Your eyes widened in surprise and you immediately clapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard it. Unfortunately for you, your desk neighbour Iwaizumi Hajime had heard you, and he threw you a curious glance.

A sudden thought popped into your head: Huh, Iwaizumi really almost never smiles. Almost timidly, you decided to show him the post that had caused your earlier embarrassing outburst. Cautiously, you slid your phone over onto his desk and said, "Look at it."

The tan ravenette looked up at you from your phone, meeting your gaze. You simply tilted your head towards your phone as a response, and he raised an eyebrow at you. He still looked back down at your phone anyway, after angling the device, and looked at the post. Slowly, his lips formed the grace of smile. Shortly after, a chuckle resonated from his throat.

"Seriously, Iwaizumi, you should smile more," you commented casually, pulling your earpieces out of your ears, "It suits you."

"You think so?" Iwaizumi asked, somewhat shyly, handing your phone back to you.

You nodded, taking your phone from him, then tucking it carefully into your blazer pocket.

"I'll give you my number so you can send me more of these, then," he said.

You stopped mid-movement, then you laughed slightly. Very smooth, Iwaizumi, very smooth.

Ever since that day, the two of you would talk, laugh at ridiculous posts either one of you found on the internet or social media, eat lunch, and do usual things friends did. Slowly, through the passage of time, you realised a few small things: how you looked forward to your mini rendezvous during lunch, how you automatically lit up whenever Iwaizumi smiled, laughed, or complimented you, and how you found yourself wanting to know him inside out and as well as the back of your hand.

The final epiphany settled in: through the passage of time, you had undoubtedly fallen in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.

Your world was filled with endless joy, dizzying euphoria, and pure bliss: you would spend the rest of your remaining high school years with Iwaizumi. There was, indeed, a small part of you deep down that was afraid to come clean with him, to tell him how you really felt about him. However, you decided that it was better to keep him in the dark. You would wait for the right time to tell him everything. Your desire could wait.

That was, until he told you that he liked Sawabe Nagi — that was what burst your unknowingly fragile bubble of innocence. It was as though your ideas of your future dreamlike days with him had simply disintegrated into thin air.

However, you decided to put your friendship first before your selfish wants: you put on a brave smile, hid your sadness and slight jealousy, and wished him all the best in courting Sawabe.

You continued to hang out with him, though it pained you knowing that he never felt the same way you did. It was definitely difficult to feign smiles and speak comfortably with him. You had also once considered putting some distance between the both of you, but your better judgement convinced you otherwise as you did not want to dump your pain onto Iwaizumi like that. It would not be fair to him at all.

One day, after an afternoon of rigorous training, you walked out and was heading to the gate when you spotted someone sitting with their head low under the tree, just near the gates. The figure's silhouette was unmistakable to you; it was none other than your spiky-haired deskie.

"Iwaizumi?" you said as you approached him cautiously, watching his every movement with great focus.

"Oh, hey," he said as he glanced up to look at you, smiling slightly as if — no, definitely — trying to hide his earlier gloomy mood, "You're done with practice?"

You noticed that his characteristically mesmerising deep charcoal eyes were rather red and puffy, with dried tears on his face — a seemingly vulnerable look you never thought you would see on his being. A somewhat glassy look was in his eyes, as if he was looking into the fog, desperately searching for something far away.

You knew that you were not that something he was looking for.

"Were you crying?" you asked as you sat down next to him, eyes still on him, not daring to break away for just a breath.

He knew there was not really any point lying about it, for he knew he was easy to read, especially with you since he spent most of his time with you these days, and he nodded in response. He dropped his gaze to his hands, which were balled into fists on his thighs.

"What happened?" you asked, then added hurriedly, "If you don't mind telling me. I won't judge, I swear."

"Sawabe rejected me," he said softly as more tears formed in his eyes, the painful words getting lodged in his throat, "She... she told me she was sorry, that she... likes Oikawa instead."

"I'm... sorry to hear that," you whispered, not really knowing how you should be feeling. A part of you was overjoyed by the thought of Iwaizumi not standing a chance with Sawabe, and another part of you was disgusted at yourself for feeling this way. However, one could not stop the heart for desiring what it wanted.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to envelop him in a hug to console him. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around you in return and gripped onto your uniform tightly, burrowing his face into your shoulder and staining his tears on your blazer. You rubbed small circles on his back to further comfort him, not knowing what else to say but let him cry his heart out and let time soften his sobs.

"It seems like no one'll fall for me," he muttered in self-hate after he could not seem to cry any longer since his throat was getting raw and his tear ducts seemed to run out of tears, then he began to dry his tears and rest his chin on your shoulder as he chuckled dryly, "Not like it's that surprising, really."

"Are you kidding me?" your outburst was incredulous, with you pulling him away from the embrace and staring at him with widened eyes and furrowed brows, "I can't believe you thought so lowly of yourself; I fell in love with you within these two months, you know!"

Once those rambling words left your mouth, you turned red, slapped a hand over your mouth, and bit your lower lip. You began to berate yourself internally, What a wonderful time you chose to confess!

An awkward silence settled between the both of you, and you decided that he was officially disturbed by your sudden (and inappropriate) confession.

"S-Sorry, I should really get going," you muttered, then mumbled a flimsy excuse and dropped your hand to your side, gathered your belongings up, and prepared to leave. You were very much ready to get home to cry, wallow in your misery, and eat a tub full of ice cream.

"Thank you," Iwaizumi said suddenly which caused you to whirl your head at him, a small yet empathetic smile tugging at his lips, "It made my day."

Suddenly, you had this strong urge in you to say something ridiculous that popped up in your head, something that you knew only worked in Korean dramas, not real-life scenarios. However, it was worth a shot, right?

"Listen, Iwaizumi," you said, choosing your words very carefully, "I know this may sound stupid and one-sided, considering how you got... you know." You waved your hand in the air vaguely, not wanting to verbalise what Iwaizumi had been through a couple of hours ago, then continued, "Anyway, I'm sure I can treat you better than her, and I'm sure I can help you get over it."

There was a moment of silence.

Have I gone too far? you thought, fiddling with your thumbs nervously, Maybe I should just tell him to forget what I just said—

His reply cut you off mid-thought, "Then let's date."

"Seriously, [F/N], if you want to look at videos of corgi butts, do so when you're not walking," Iwaizumi sighed as he sat next to the bed which you were currently sitting on in the infirmary.

You, being hooked onto this never-ending list of corgi underside videos a friend had recommended to you, decided it would be a great idea to watch them while walking towards the indoor sports hall. It just so happened you were walking down a rather steep decline while doing so, did not see that you were about to trip over a sizeable pebble, and went tumbling down the hill. Luckily, you were not too high up the hill, so you managed to not sustain any severe injuries other than a twisted ankle. You were even luckier Iwaizumi was nearby, because he had been trying to find Oikawa who seemingly vanished from his classroom ("Probably to flirt with other girls," Iwaizumi would always say with a massive eye roll).

"You really are a good boyfriend, Hajime," you said with a grin as he simply shook his head at you.

It had been about a month since both of you started dating, and you had been trying your best to help Iwaizumi get over his rejection. The first step in your relationship was to address each other by your respective first names (which was your idea). Both of you were a little bit awkward at the initial stage, but soon got over it and became a second nature to the two of you.

"[L/N]? Iwaizumi?"

The curtains separating the both of you from the next bed was swept open by the school nurse, revealing a very pale Sawabe. Her dark hair made a stark comparison to her unhealthily white complexion. To finish off the staggering look, there was a pair of eye bags circling the bottom of her eyes.

Iwaizumi froze in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You immediately noticed this and contemplated whether you should reach over and squeeze his hand gently as a form of reassurance. After all, his hand was now (fortunately) close to yours.

"I guessed it was you guys judging from your voices," Sawabe added with a little laugh (even though no one really asked her).

You did not take the chance and your hand remained glued to your side. Iwaizumi's hand was now drawn back to his side as he stood up.

"Sawabe? What happened to you?" Iwaizumi asked, walking up to her, an even more concerned expression taking over his face compared to the one he had given you, "Where's Trashikawa?"

"Tooru said he was busy and couldn't come, because he said he had some extra volleyball practice he wanted to put in," the brunette replied, "As for me, it isn't anything serious. Just a couple of things went wrong. I'm fine now."

You averted your gaze from the pair, clenching your hands into fists. You knew it was fine for Iwaizumi got get worried over sawabe since they were friends, but you could not help yourself and felt jealous. The way they conversed sounded as though they were dating, which seemed like a punch to your gut.

This also seemed to further highlight your incompetence in the whole point you and Iwaizumi were dating in the first place. Iwaizumi still seemed to hold a special place for his former love after all.

You then knew, I can't hold a candle to Sawabe.

Slowly, you slipped off the bed and limped to the doorway as quickly and quietly as you possibly could. You wanted to leave while you still had some control over your emotions, before it was too late and you started crying and made both a scene and a fool out of yourself.

Iwaizumi never noticed your disappearance, and you never felt your heart ache so badly before.

After practice, you switched your phone on to see a few messages from Iwaizumi. Earlier, you had turned it off after you fled the scene in the infirmary, not wanting to hear anything from Iwaizumi or anyone, really. Since you had busted your ankle, you could not take part in track activities, so you sat by the bleachers and finished up some of your biology homework. In the end, the coach told you to go home and get some rest.

Tentatively, your thumb hovered over his name in your inbox before you finally decided to read his messages.

Hajime: Are you at practice now?

Hajime: Why did you leave so suddenly?

Hajime: I'm sorry, I won't be walking home with you today. I have to walk Sawabe home since Trashikawa is still practicing and no one's home to fetch her.

Hajime: Text me when you get home, okay?

Kissing your teeth, sighing inwardly, and not wanting to answer, you put on some music and shoved your phone into your blazer pocket. Subconsciously, you knew Iwaizumi would still be worried over Sawabe. Your heart twisted in jealousy at this.

When you arrived home, you decided to switch your phone to aeroplane mode to refrain from any distractions while you were revising. The first exam was coming in a month's time; you could not afford to relax. You put on your Spotify playlist meant for effective studying and locked yourself in your room for a solid hour.

After a good hour of revision, you checked the time on the digital clock which stood on your table: 6.45 pm.

The thoughts of Iwaizumi walking Sawabe back home flooded your mind. Did he really move on, or does he still have something for her? Your eyebrows furrowed as your brain spiraled further into confusing thoughts, everything getting tangled in a chaos.

Not wanting to waste any time thinking about it, you buried your face into your arms as you crossed them on your desk, closing your eyes and willing yourself to stop worrying. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

The sound of gentle knocking woke you right up. Rubbing your eyes and blinking, you caught sight of someone at your window, fist to your window panels. You squinted at the rather well-built figure hovering by your window before your eyes widened in recognition.

Iwaizumi?

Quickly, you rushed over (all while limping) and opened the window to let him in. Panic filled your veins as you opened the grilles.

"What are you doing? This is the second floor!" you berated him as he tumbled inside and onto your bedroom floor, "Why didn't you use the front door like a normal human being?"

"N-No one answered when I rang the doorbell, so I decided to climb up instead," he answered, and you noticed he sounded out of breath.

"Why are you breathless?" you asked, "Did you run over or something?"

"Yeah, I ran here since I got worried about you," he answered as he tried to catch his breath after sitting up, watching you carefully, "You left my texts on read and didn't read any of my new ones."

You just let out a soft sigh and said, "Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll get you something to eat."

Iwaizumi helped you down the steps (since you were injured, after all) and to the living room and was told to sit down, only he refused, because he pointed out you were still limping. You did not bother to argue with him and let him follow you.

The two of you then headed to the kitchen to get some biscuits and two glasses of milk, which Iwaizumi insisted on carrying. Both of you headed back to the living room with your snacks and sat comfortably on the sofa, with Iwaizumi balancing the plate of biscuits on his thighs.

After a few moments of hearing the sounds of crunching biscuits, he said, "Hey, let's play a game."

"Alright, fine," you said, reaching for another biscuit, "What do you have in mind?"

"Truth or dare," Iwaizumi replied simply, chewing his biscuit thoughtfully, "Now, truth or dare?"

"Truth," you answered without hesitation, popping the biscuit into your mouth.

"What do you think of our relationship?" he asked, then pointing between both of you, "You know, us."

There was a short moment of deafening silence (not even the prior sounds of biscuit chewing was heard) before you answered with a defeated look in your eyes, "There was never an 'us'."

He raised his eyebrows in curiosity, What do you mean?

"I love you," you proclaimed suddenly, turning your head to meet his gaze heads-on in determination.

No response. He just could not bring himself to say it. The words were lodged in his throat, being barricaded by an unknown force from escaping his lips, which were tightly shut. This silence confirmed your suspicions; this silence was as loud as a lion's deafening roar, an obvious statement of impending heartbreak and goodbyes.

"See?" you said softly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and you immediately looked away, "That's exactly what i mean."

Quickly, you wiped your tears away, put on your best smile, and said, "Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of his phone ringing cut him off.

"Sorry," he mouthed as he took his phone out of his trouser pocket and glanced at the caller ID (he looked somewhat scared, but of what?), then answering, "Hello?"

"Iwaizumi? Could you come back to keep me company?" Sawabe's voice was unmistakable from the other line, causing you to further shrink down in your seat, "I'm kinda afraid of being alone."

"I'm coming over," he answered without missing a beat before ending the call.

You whirled your head over and looked into his eyes, yours full of hurt and sorrow. Though you knew he had probably never genuinely loved you like a true lover from the start, you never expected him to ditch you for someone else, that someone being the previous apple of his eye.

Though, could Sawabe still be counted as 'previous'? Iwaizumi cared about her; he clearly still had her as his number one priority, it seemed.

Your head started to spin with wild thoughts as you watched him place the plate of remaining biscuits on the table: Was he really going to her? did he never get over her? Did he ever see me as his significant other?

"I'm sorry, [F/N]. I really am," Iwaizumi said, a look of sorrow and regrets gracing his face (the very face you came to love), before giving a slight bow and exiting the house.

You sat there, eyes hollow, head silent, heart broken. You did not know what else to think. The only thing you knew was that you were tired. You were tired of chasing someone who had another goal in their eyes. You were tired of trying to be the missing puzzle piece in someone else's life. You were tired of illusionising yourself that the one you truly loved reciprocated your feelings.

In the end, the joke was on you. You were left alone with nothing else, just you and your broken heart that had been shattered into tiny shards that lay around your feet.

In cliché romance movies, the protagonist gets into a messy love triangle and falls in love with the bad boy.

And in this film, you were just a side character who liked the good guy, but never had your love acknowledged.

You walked into class with your earpieces plugged in, muting the unpleasant world that surrounded you. Life still went on even though bad things happen, but you can still angrily say "Fuck you" to the world who bestowed empty promises upon you and wallow in self-pity.

In all retrospect, you had been thinking about how your relationship between you and Iwaizumi had been, and by judging the latest (dramatic) turn of events, it was not going to get far in the long run.

Once you placed your books and materials on your desk, you could hear a muted voice saying through your earpieces, "Good morning."

Though it was faint through the loud dance music you were playing, you still knew the voice's owner. After all, it was the voice you had come to love, too.

"H — Iwaizumi," you said simply as you took out your earpiece, cursing yourself mentally for the slip of your tongue. (You cringed inwardly at your second action following your response; you probably looked way too excited when you heard him call out to you. Bad habits were indeed hard to break.)

"I-I'm really sorry about yesterday," Iwaizumi muttered, looking down at the floor with his hands shoved in his pockets, not daring to meet your gaze on him that you were actually imposing yourself to do.

Without saying a word, you grabbed his hand and led him out of the classroom. Class was not going to start until another thirty minutes or so, anyway. You had more pressing matters at hand to discuss with him rather than something that was going to be forgotten in a few years.

You swiftly pushed past the hordes of students who were either gossiping about Oikawa, talking about a weekend party, or some other useless junk, bringing him to the school rooftop.

The school rooftop seemed like a secret haven: free of students' chatter, free of judgement, free of suffocating criticism.

You let go of him and walked a few steps forward, your back faced towards him.

"Are... you okay?" he asked tentatively. You had never behaved like this before, so this was completely new for him.

Without turning around, you said, "I've been thinking a lot since last night."

You turned around and looked into his eyes, hoping that what you were doing was right. You did not want to say it (you never would if you had the option to), but you wanted to spare yourself from the torture and did not want yourself to do this any longer. After all, it proved that your attempts to get him to move on failed. Love can be such a powerful force.

"Let's break up," you said simply, trying to keep your gaze levelled and not let your emotions take control and ruin this any further.

"What?" Iwaizumi coughed out with widened eyes, a little dumbfounded by this twist of events. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect you to break up with him. After all, you were the one who asked to date in the first place.

"This relationship is one-sided, and it's going nowhere," you stated, "So there's really no point continuing it. It's hurting both of us. Besides, it seems like I didn't help you get over her."

You took a quick and deep breath and continued, "It isn't good for any of us. so, let's break up and spare one another."

Feeling tears sting your eyes, you quickly strode past him, not wanting to let him see you break down. You willed yourself not to cry until you made it past that door back into the campus. It was going so well, too, so why—

Suddenly, you felt a warm and larger hand take hold of your wrist. The same hand pulled you back into someone's arms. It was Iwaizumi, of course, bringing you into his embrace, just like how you had done for him when you found him near the school gates being upset over Sawabe's reveal of her true feelings a month ago.

"You did help me," he said gently, "You're very special to me, and you've brightened my life. You've made me see the world in a different light, a different perspective, and for that, I want to thank you."

That was not exactly what you wanted to hear, but it still made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Before you knew it, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso and you leaned further in, your head pressing into his chest and you could hear his steady heartbeat resembling a siren song.

"If you would give me a second chance, I will tell you those three words one day," Iwaizumi said, with sincerity embedded in his words.

"So you're going to force yourself to love me?" you asked, breaking the embrace and looking up at him with a somewhat offended look, "Because I don't want you to. It's not right to the both of us."

"I'm not," he answered quickly, then explained, "I'm unsure of my feelings as of now, but if you would give me a second chance..."

He reached for your hand, encased it within his larger one, and continued with sincerity in his eyes, "I'm sure I won't hurt you again."

You bit your lip as your heart struggled to make a decision. The rational part of you wanted to refuse and say no, to put an end to this tragic tale. However, the lovesick fool in you convinced you otherwise. A second chance would not hurt anybody, and maybe there would come a day where Iwaizumi would really say those three words you longed to hear with a sincere heart.

"Alright," you stepped forward and squeezed his hands, "I'll wait for you."

"Thank you," he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, warmth spreading throughout his body. Moving on will be difficult, but for you, he was willing to do it and free himself from Sawabe's grasp.

In all cliché romance films, the protagonist gets into a love triangle and chooses the bad boy. The good guy supports them and thinks he is unloved, when there is a minor side character wanting and waiting to be with him, for him to extend his hand and accept their love, but never getting their happy ending.

It seems like, in this romance movie, the side character does get their own happily ever after after all.

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