š youāre badly shaken up after iwaizumiās fight, and things feel uncomfortably tense between you two. you just want to help, but whether or not heāll let you is another question.
pairing: bad boy!iwaizumi x f!reader
soundtrack:Ā āthinking 2 muchā by jeremy zucker || the playlist
size + flavor: 2.9k || fluff, slight angst but not really
contents: mild violence, depictions of physical injuries, profanity
a/n: thank you so much to @oikawaisamoodā for your ko-fi donation, it really helped push me through the last bit of this chapter :( and happy birthday, š¤ anon! i hope this chapter lived up to all of your expectations; it felt a bit underwhelming to write even though iāve had it in my head for months, but i still hope you like it OTL
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Your stomach feels nauseous as you see Iwaizumiās opponent eye him carefully, not too different from the way a predator would watch its prey before attacking during a bloodthirsty hunt. Your eyes flit back to Iwaizumi, the dim lighting of the basement-arena casting dark shadows over his face as he gives you one last warning look, before his opponent lunges at him again.
The crowd hoots in anticipation, and you wonder how no one seems to pay any regard for the fightersā wellbeing; are they just machines to them?Ā
Time seems to freeze as Iwaizumiās attacker practically flies towards him at full speed, the moments pausing like snapshots from a camera before your eyes.
You donāt want to look.
You need to know what happens.
But you donāt want to see him get hurt.
Your heart is racing so fast you think it might shoot out of your body as it continues to sink with fear. Forcing yourself to quickly tear your eyes off the fight before itās too late, you whip your head around and bury it into Oikawaās shirt, your grip on his clothing tighter than the anxiety in your chest.
He wraps a reassuring arm around your trembling shoulder to hold you close, though his eyes are still paying close attention to his best friend in the ring.
You hear a loud grunt and a thud as your stomach twists itself into a knotāthat was definitely the sound of a body hitting the cold, hard ground.