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“I just saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.”
Iwaizumi's face scrunches in confusion and indignation on the other side of the call.
"Princess, with all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, looking around subtly to see if people around were hearing his half-harsh words.
"Not only he's gorgeous, but he's super pretty too. Ugh, his eyes! I could stare at them forever."
"Y/n, I swear to God, if you're talking about an anime character again..."
"No, Haji, he's a real man, he's like three meters away from me right now- Oh God, he just flexed his jaw, I think I might die from his hotness."
Hajime’s blood was boiling inside. Why the hell would you call your boyfriend to talk about some other guy’s looks?! Was he not attractive enough? Was he lacking something?
“Sheesh, this man has muscles, I mean, his arm? Maybe I should take a picture of his biceps.”
“Y/n, can you sto-”
“He’s wearing a tight polo shirt and sweats, maybe he just got out of the gym?”
Wait a minute.
“What did you say about his eyes?”
“Oh, his eyes.” You sigh dreamily. “So green and so pretty. Oh, he’s smiling now. Haji, he has the most beautiful smile ever.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. He could be a model if he wanted to. Do you think I should get his number? Though I doubt he’s single, it might be worth a try.”
“What about me?”
“Sorry, Haji, but this man is so freaking pretty, I just can’t help it.”
“Do whatever you want, Y/n. I wish you and the pretty boy all the happiness in the world.”
“Thank you, Hajime. Farewell.”
Iwaizumi ends the call and slips his phone in his pocket. After a few seconds he feels someone tapping his shoulder.
“Can I help you?”
“Sorry, I was standing there and I just could help but notice how handsome you are.” You smile smugly at him.
“Oh, thank you, you don’t look that bad either.”
You pout at his words and he has to hold himself back not to kiss the tiny space between your furrowed eyebrows. You slap his chest but he doesn’t budge, instead a light chuckle escapes his lips.
“You’re no fun, Haji.”
Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you make yourself comfortable against his chest.
“You need to stop these pranks, I never fall.”
“You almost fell, I could hear your anger in your voice.” He looks to the side, annoyed.
“You called me and started talking about some other guy of course I would be angry.”
“No need to worry, Haji, like I said, you’re the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.” Your arms lock around his neck to bring him down, you pamper his lips with quick pecks, causing him to chuckle. “My Pretty Boy.”
A/n : Short drabble of my favourite anime men. Might add more to this later :) .
Warning : Not proofread.
Genre : Fluff, crack head Gojo
Men : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Kakashi Hatake
Gojo :
You and Gojo were out shopping for Christmas gifts for his students. You were almost done and were about to go home when you both came across an old lady carrying a heavy looking box. Without skipping a beat, Gojo walked over to her and offered to carry the box for her. It turned out she owned a shop in the next street and you and Gojo accompanied her, with you carrying the shopping bags and Gojo carrying the box for her.
“Thank you for helping me. You both must come inside for a cup of tea” She said, smiling as Gojo put down the box on the counter. “We would love to, but our kids are waiting for us”. Gojo said, giving you a teasing smile. You only rolled your eyes at him and scoffed.
“Oh my! Such a young couple. You both stop by whenever you want”.Both of you nodded and walked out of the store.
“Satoru Good boy”. You said, standing on your tiptoe and ruffling his hair. You giggled at his shocked face and pulled his hand to get him walking but your body was pulled back when Gojo refused to move. He stood there looking wide eyed at you. “Oi! Let’s go”. You said. Tugging him again.
“I..I’m a good boy?”. He asked, pointing his index finger at his chest.
“Yes You are!”.
Soon a smile formed on his face and you knew that smile well. Gojo had let go of your hand and was now going up to every old person on the street asking if they needed help while you followed him around asking him to stop and failing to control your laughter. Some pulled his cheek, some ruffled his hair and some looked at him like he was insane. But he was not insane, He was your good boy.
Nanami :
You were sitting on the couch, flipping through the magazin, waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You had gotten home early and had cleaned up the entire apartment and now you barely had any energy to get up from the couch to greet your boyfriend at the door when you heard the lock click.
“I’m home”. Nanami said as he walked through the door.
“Welcome home!”. You exclaimed from the couch. Nanami smiled at you as he removed his shoes. You watched him with a hawk eye but Nanami was never going to let you down. He carefully placed the shoe back in the shoe closet and slid into his house slippers. You smiled and hummed to yourself. “Good Boy”. You muttered under your breath but Nanami heard it.
“What was that love?”. He asked, sitting down next to you on the couch.
“I said, Nanami Kento is a good boy”. You placed the magazine back on the table and kissed him on the cheek. “How was your day?”. You asked, now sitting sideways on the couch so you could look at your handsome boyfriend. Nanami continued to stare at you with frowned brows.
“Kento?”.
“I…I am a good boy?”. Nanami asked, still with brows furrowed but now a smile formed on his face. There was something endearing about you calling him, a grown man, good boy.
“Yes darling you are. I just spent over an hour cleaning the apartment and you ..you placed your shoes back in the shoe closet so you are a good boy”. You said, playing with his hair. Nanami nodded and hummed. It was against his stoic nature to let you know how much he liked it. But you knew.
He got up from the couch and picked up the magazine. He walked over to the bookshelf where all the books and magazines were paced and casually put the magazine back in its place. “I'll freshen up and then we can have dinner”. He said and made his way towards your shared bedroom. You smiled to yourself, staring at his broad back. “Good Boy”. You said. Nanami smiled to himself. His day got a little better.
Kakashi :
It was a routine. Kakasi would show up at your door after every mission for his favorite cup of tea. He would knock at your door as soon as he was discharged from the Konoha hospital and would plop down on your couch with you and tea. It did hurt you to see your boyfriend wrapped in bandages but it was something you had learnt to live with.
It was around 3 Am when you heard the knock on your bedroom window. You slowly opened your eyes and almost let out a scream when you saw a masked man through the window. But you sighed when you realized it was your masked man at the window.
“God! Kakashi, you scared me!”. You groaned as you opened the window and let the man inside. “Why didn’t you use the door?”. You were still half asleep.
“I did knock but you didn’t hear”. He said as he removed his vest and mask. The moonlight seeped through the window and it made his silver hair shine.
“Why are you here?”. You asked, rubbing your eyes, trying to get yourself to wake up.
“Because…I just returned from the mission”.
“Then shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” You were speaking without thinking as you closed the window shut.
“I..I didn’t need to this time”. Kakashi spoke, almost sounding guilty. You froze. Kakashi wasn’t hurt. At all. You turned around and scanned him, no injuries…no injuries! You shrieked and tackled him in a hug. “I am so happy”. Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you further into him. You pulled away with your hands still wrapped around his neck. You ruffle his hair with one hand and smile at him. “Good Boy”.
Kakashi quirked an eyebrow, “Good boy? I am not Pakun y/n”.
You shook your head and kissed the tip of his nose. “No you are not. You are Good Boy Kakashi”.
Kakashi chuckled and pretended to be offended at his nickname but that night he slept a little better and somehow..somehow he started taking better care of himself on missions. He was working hard to be your Good Boy.
You groaned as Gojo tried to wake you up for the nth time. “Satoru let me sleep!”. You turned the other way and buried your face in the pillow. The room was cold and your blanket kept you warm, it was the perfect recipe for a good sleep…except your annoying boyfriend who climbed over you and now lay in front of you. “Y/n wake up! It’s christmas!”.
You opened one eye to look at him, half your face still pressed against the pillow. “Okay, Santa”. You chuckled.
Gojo rolled his eyes, “When will you and Suguru stop with white hair jokes!”. Gojo huffed in annoyance. You chuckled and tried to pull the much larger man inside the blanket, “Come here you baby!”.
“No no no. I am not falling for your trap..baby. Come on, I have to show you your gift!”. Gojo whined and you knew there was no way you were going to get that extra sleep today. ‘Fine!”.
Gojo was waiting patiently in the living room waiting for you to be done with your routine. “Y/n!!!”. He yelled for the fourth time. You got out of the bathroom and shot him an icy glare. “I swear this gift of yours better be worth all the annoyi-”. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a tree..a cat tree. You pointed at it and pressed your lips together to make sense of things.
“Satoru..I said we should get a christmas tree not a cat tree”. You walked over to it and Gojo slowly moved to stand behind you. He cleared his throat and you turned around to face him. Gojo held a small white box with the lid ajar. “Merry christmas baby”.
You walked over to him and carefully lifted the lid to see a small white kitten sleeping on a pillow. You gasped as you touched it gently with your knuckle. The kitten slowly opened its eyes and looked at you, it had one blue eye and one brown eye. You picked it up carefully and cradled it against your chest. It was warm and so soft that your heart melted.
“Satoru!”. You mewled as tears lined your eyes. “Thank you”. Gojo cooed and wrapped his hands around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. . “You said you wanted a cat and she seemed like a perfect addition to our family, right?”. You nodded your head and pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “I love you santa”.
“I love you too”. Gojo said and kissed the side of your head.
Kakashi Hatake
Kakashi didn’t believe in holidays. He had always thought them to be distractions from reality. A time when people forgot about the cruelty of the world..and yet he was up before the sun to clean the house and make you a perfect christmas breakfast. “Do you think she’ll like it? The gift?”. Kakashi asked, eyes still focused on spreading the pancake batter in a perfect santa shape.
Pakum sighed near his foot. “For the tenth time boss, she will like it“/
“Kashi?”. You walked into the kitchen rubbing your eyes. “What are you two doing?”.
“We..are cooking breakfast”. Kakashi said as he watched you walk over to him. He wrapped his arms around you and patted your head.
“You’re so warm”. You cooed and closed your eyes.
“Umm..boss” Pakun cleared his throat.
“Yes pakun?”. Kakashi spoke, his eyes still closed, relishing in your embrace.
“The pancakes”.
Kakashi immediately let you go and flipped the pancake right on time.
“Why does this pancake look like santa?”. You asked, craning your neck around his torso.
“Because it’s christmas darling”. Kakashi smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head.
“I thought you didn’t believe in holidays”. You looked up at him and pouted.
“But you do”.
“Are you making santa pancakes because you look like santa?”.
“Hey! Only because I have silver hair does not mean I look like him!”
“Your hair is also shaped like his cap”. Pakun added making you chuckle.
“Enough”. Kakashi warned.
“You can also climb down a chimney”. You added, making even the deadpanned ninken chuckle.
“He even got you a gift”. Pakun spoke and kakashi sighed. There was no winning with you and pakun.
“What?!!”.
“Darling, let’s have breakfast first”. Kakashi tried convincing you.
“No no no no. Pakun, where is it?”. You smiled ear to ear and crouched down to pet the ninken.
“Pakun,no”. Kakashi commanded. But he knew it was useless.
“Pakun, if you show me my gift then I will show you yours”.
Within minutes you,kakashi and all of his ninkens were sitting on the carpeted floor surrounded by gift wrappers and half eaten, half cold, santa shaped pancakes. “This is beautiful”. You said as you admired the teapot kakashi got you from the land of snow. Kakashi leaned back against the couch and smiled at you. He looked around the room, his ninkens all in a new matching collar with santa hats on them. Red and green gift wrappers all over the floor, the christmas tree that he and pakun decorated in the morning, the matching pendants that you got for him and you with your initials engraved on one side and his on the other and he thought to himself that this what holidays mean. Being surrounded by people you love and people who love you.
summary: ever since you knew about your feelings for your brother’s best friend, you knew you’d wait for him. no matter how many times he might’ve rejected you, you’d wait for him.
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
genre: fluff/slight angst/humor; you’re waiting for a guy for thirteen years (don’t do that irl unless it’s iwaizumi), brother!oikawa, you’re stubborn as heck (and a simp)
length: 9.7k words
a/n: repost!
AT FIVE YEARS OLD …
you’re a cute kid, you’ll put it as simply as that. your rosy cheeks and grin easily wins the hearts of all the adults in your life even after your adorable toddler years.
but, you’re three years younger than your brother and his friends. to en eight year old, you’re not that cute. in fact, the only purpose you have is to charm away adults, much like your brother, tooru, used to and still does, and torment him.
that doesn’t stop you from interrupting oikawa and his friend’s playdates and hangouts from then on until you'e well into high school.
so yeah, i guess with cute, you could be insufferable.
just like your brother, tooru.
“tooru~,” you sing, bouncing into the room with a handful of dolls, as a wide grin graces over your features. you’re head to toe in some royal getup, frilly and sparkly fabric galore.
“y/n,” is your eight year old brother’s immediate whine, looking away from the t.v. currently playing some rerun of a power rangers episode. “can’t you see i’m with iwa-chan right now?”
before iwaizumi, oikawa’s closest friend, could even scold him for the nickname, already sending daggers toward him, you pout. “but you said we’d play dolls today…”
there’s a little wobble in your tone as it lowers, and your frown is ever present. iwaizumi flits his eyes over to you briefly, quietly observing your reaction.
“maybe later,” oikawa waves you off, barely acknowledging your sadness and disappointment as he turns his attention back to the television.
the frown on your face only deepens when you realize your own brother is choosing a random boy he’d met recently over his own blood. his own sister!
okay, maybe you’re a little dramatic, too.
you’re about to let out some dramatic form of a wail when iwaizumi notices and widens his eyes in horror. iwaizumi doesn’t have siblings of his own so he can only guess what reaction you’ll have by the way your eyebrows furrow in anger. all he’s sure of is that he doesn’t wanna deal with a crying child, so he’s quick to nudge oikawa by budding shoulders with his.
“i think you should play with your sister for five minutes. at least get her in a better mood.”
oikawa’s face puckers in slight annoyance.
“why?”
… and the best brother award goes to … not him.
“girls can ruin your life,” iwaizumi mutters in a knowing tone. how does he know that so early? he’s only eight… and as far as you know, has no siblings.
regardless, you stand proudly with a beam (｡- ω -)
“but i want to watch this,” your brother complains, whiny tone toward the end of his statement filling his voice.
iwaizumi stares a this new friend with a deadpan expression, wondering why he’d rather face your inevitable wrath than just play with you…
so, he stands from the couch and walks over to you and holds his hands out, looking at you expectantly.
“iwa-chan, what’re you doing?” oikawa asks, noticing his presence gone from the couch when he looks over after a particularly enjoyable fight scene.
“i’m dealing with your sister,” he shoots back with a sneer before turning back to you with the same soft expression he held for you prior. “can i have a doll?”
you: (°ｏ°)
and just, like that, as you stare with your mouth agape - oikawa’s a little shocked, too, eyebrows furrowing is slight jealousy - iwaizumi becomes your friend, too.
so for the next ten minutes or so, iwaizumi sits beside you on the wooden floors (oikawa’s huffing from the sofa, wondering when his friend would return his attention to the t.v.) and pretends whatever dolls you have can fly or be more tough than you considered.
(you had you more buy one of you dolls a martial arts outfit just in case iwaizumi would ever agree to play with you again).
you found yourself being extra happy and giddy whenever iwaizumi came over to hang out with your brother (and inevitably you)
“can i play, too?” you’d appear in the backyard after seeing the two toss a volleyball to each other.
your brother loves you, no doubt. he’d easily beat up any one who picked on you.
but he needs his bro time, y'know?“
"it’s one on one right now-”
“-we wouldn’t want you getting hurt, y/n,” iwaizumi cuts him off, scowling at him to be nicer.
iwaizumi always looked out for you, and at five, you believed it was more than your own brother did.
and that instance was the first time he touched your heart and took a little piece with him wherever he went.
AT NINE YEARS OLD …
“hey! wait up!” you call after your brother on his way home from school.
you’re struggling to carry all your school books (you didn’t put them insider your bag because you were rushing to walk home with your brother and iwaizumi).
oikawa stops in his tracks and turns around to face you, sighing, “hurry up then, my slow sister~”
you manage to catch up to him, huffing and puffing by the time you reach him.
“how come you’re still here? dismissal was at 3,” iwaizumi questions from beside your brother, who was previously looking off in the distance of the convenience store, wondering if he had enough coins for a snack. he absentmindedly helps you hold your bookbag up as you pile all of your school books into it.
“yeah, we had practice,” oikawa narrows his eyes at you, adjusting his sling over bag strap on his shoulder, “what were you doing?”
“i can’t be in a club either?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at his judgmental gaze. ‘my friend asked me to come to her practice and watch her…“
the two boys beside you nodded their heads and you added, "plus, mom like when i walk home with you.”
that much was true.
it was also true that your friend invited you to her practice. however, you probably would’ve come up with any excuse to be able to walk home with your brother and his classmate.
because you have a crush on said classmate (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
not that you’d ever tell him (yet)
since you’d been bugging the two since you were five, tagging along with them and hanging out with them wasn’t new or suspicious.
“what are we watching tonight?” you plop down on the sofa, right in between your brother and iwaizumi and dig your hand into the bowl of popcorn on your brother’s lap.
“something rated pg-13 so you cant watch,” oikawa says, swatting your hand away from the bowl as he grins wickedly at you.
“that’s just rude,” you huff and stand from the couch, knowing your mother would scold you if she caught you watching a movie inappropriate for you age.
“maybe another day, y/n,” iwaizumi encourages, eyes never leaving the screen. he lifts his arm, though, offering you a small bag in his hand.
“want the rest of my gummy worms? i know they’re your favorite.”
Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→
(this boy doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you heart).
“thank,” you smile softly, deadpan expression wiped off your face, shyly taking the bag from his hand.
oikawa watches the exchange with suspicion and it’s when he notices the flush of your cheeks and flustered expression as you scamper back to your room that it dawns on him.
AT TWELVE YEARS OLD …
“thanks for the help my stupid brother refused to give me!” you sing happily, skipping beside iwaizumi on your way to school. when you reach the point at which your paths separate - where you go to middle school and he goes to high school - you wave.
“no problem, y/n,” he waves back as you part ways, pulling on the straps of his backpack, now turning to your brother for a new conversation.
reaching school, the boys walked over to their lockers, engaging in small talk about the volleyball match they both watched the night before.
as animated as oikawa wanted to be during the conversation, all he could think of was the dumb smile on your face since you walked downstairs for breakfast.
iwaizumi had come over and helped you with a project the night before, one of those science ones where most students made volcanoes or rock candy.
oikawa never came to you to ask you about your crush when he first had an inkling about it. and you never went to him, admitting to it either.
but you believe it’s universal knowledge that you have a crush on his best friend.
you weren’t exactly trying to hide it from your brother. it was sort of obvious.
to be honest, you didn’t really care about what oikawa had to say about it. nonetheless, you were grateful he never did.
however, as obvious as you made it look, the only person who didn’t seem to know about your crush was iwaizumi.
and oikawa was willing to keep your crush to himself since obviously it wasn’t his crush to reveal.
but for some reason - maybe because you’re especially giddy expression made him a little too antsy to know what his classmate’s reaction to the news would be - today was the day that he just couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“you should stop being so nice to my sister,” his voice is cold as he’s fiddling with the books in his book bag.
iwaizumi pauses what he’s doing in his locker and turns to your brother.
“huh?”
“i’m just saying, i know you help her out a lot but some distance might be good.”
iwaizumi: why tho ಠ_ಠ
oikawa looks at his friend with the most deadpanned face and he realizes:
oh my god, he’s just oblivious.
“maybe ‘cause my sister is in love with you?”
iwaizumi chokes.
and then he laughs.
because what??? haha, that’s real funny, bud.
“i’m serious,” oikawa says, closing his locker door and crossing his arms. “i blame all the time you’ve spent around her but she’s developed a crush on you…i’m more surprised that you haven’t noticed…”
well ofc he didn’t … you’re still in middle school.
“you must be blind. she definitely sees me as a brother.”
“i’d be concerned if that’s the case because ‘sweet home alabama.’” (i know they’re in japan but allow the reference pls)
“she does not like me.”
“fine, fine. don’t believe me then,” oikawa raises his hands in surrender, “but pay closer attention and maybe you’ll see for yourself.”
from that moment forward, iwaizumi paid more attention to you and specifically your actions.
and if your bright smiles and rosy cheeks weren’t a sure tell of your crush whenever he came around, it was definitely the small gifts of treats and snacks you’d shyly give him whenever he’d help you with your homework.
“y/n?” one day, iwaizumi stammers under your gaze, looking down at his hands. “we should talk.”
you also had a habit of staring at him. it was something he didn’t notice at first since he was usually so engrossed with what he was doing. but now it felt like you had laser eyes pointing right at his forehead.
you raise an eyebrow, pushing your notebook aside and plopping your head in your arms, putting your full attention on him. “about what?”
“i know you have a crush on me…”
oh…
that’s when your heart skipped a beat.
so he found out.
the butterflies in your stomach overpowered the embarrassment and you replied:
“so what?”
deep down, you knew it was a stupid crush since you had no chance with him in the first place…
but there was still that sliver of hope in your heart you refused to let go of.
he chuckles after hearing your answer. “i’m too old for you, y/n.“
sure, on the inside, you’re screaming since he was flat out rejecting you but outwardly, you’re showing no regret and instead, utter shamelessness.
“three years older isn’t that much,” you lower your voice to a murmur.
“kinda is. i’m in high school and you’re still in middle school.”
iwaizumi’s usually really careful around you with his words since you were younger but now he was being blunt and straight to the point
he wanted it to be crystal clear to you
“so what?”
iwaizumi: (；一ω一||)
“y/n, did you even hear me?”
“yeah, but you should know me by now to know i’m not just going to stop liking you like that.”
the truth is, as embarrassed as you are at the current event, you’re still stubborn and optimistic.
iwaizumi thought he was doing the right thing by confronting you about your crush on him but…he might’ve made it worse from there on out.
“y/n stop staring at me.”
“but you’re cute.”
oikawa: (¬_¬)
“tooru, y/n, your friend is here!” one of your parents call from the front door when he’d show up later in the day or on a weekend.
it’s a race between you and your brother to greet iwaizumi at the bottom of the steps.
“he’s MY friend!”
“well, he’s MY future husband!”
yeah, your crush only got bigger after he confronted you…
you were able to crush on him freely since he already knew.
did you feel bad since he had to deal with you? maybe a little bit.
but the heart wants what it mf wants >:(
AT FOURTEEN YEARS OLD …
finally!
you made it to high school.
which is most fortunate for you because~
“iwa~ !!!”
you run in the halls to reach the boy you called out for. after those few years without him while you were in middle school, damn you missed him.
great, he thinks to himself, here we go.
“'iwa?’“ matsukawa snickers, repeating the nickname, “who would call you that besides oikawa?”
“the other oikawa,” iwaizumi mutters, closing his eyes.
“oikawa has a sister? 'didn’t know that,” hanamaki muses, rubbing his chin in thought and squinting his eyes as he sees you coming closer to the three guys.
“what’s her deal with you?”
before mattsun could get an answer, you appear in front of them with a bright grin. had you been any other girl, you might’ve been intimidated by the three towers standing before you but you were used to it by now.
“did you eat?” you don’t even greet iwaizumi, holding out a paper bag for him to take. you’d be more bold if you didn’t have an audience but feeling three pairs of eyes on you, you turned your head and puffed out your flushed cheeks.
“no,” iwaizumi starts, ready to politely decline your offering but you plop it into his hands.
“eat up then~ gotta head to class!” you start to walk away from him and when you feel your confidence return, you shoot him fingers guns and a wink, “we need those muscles to stay big and strong right?”
and then you’re gone.
leaving iwaizumi flustered as hell next to the other now grinning seniors.
“ah, so she’s your girlfriend,” makki muses, nudging iwaizumi’s shoulder.
“is not. she just likes me, that’s all…”
“and you don’t return her feelings?” mattsun asks, tilting his head to the side in wonder. “you haven’t rejected her either?”
“of course i rejected her. she’s three years younger than us, it’d be weird…she’s just stubborn.”
“respect,” makki nods his head in approval looking in the direction you’d gone in. “i respect a girl who doesn’t give up.”
“yeah? then you date her,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes before looking down at the paper bag in his hand.
“hey, it’s obvious she got eyes for you, man. that’d just be unfair,” makki responds with a low laugh.
“three years isn’t even that much,” mattsun says with a shrug.
“it is when you’ve known her since she was five.”
“so you still think she’s five or something?” makki asks, raising his eyebrows. “she’s in high school, dude.”
“whatever. i’ll never see her like that.”
“give it a few years, bud,” mattsun pats his back knowingly, “when y’all get married at twenty five, i better hear my name during your speech.”
iwaizumi grumbles something under his breath while makki claps his hands and laughs loudly, agreeing with his friend.
during the year, you found yourself sitting at the same lunch table as your brother and his fellow teammates. obviously you played the ‘i’m your sister’ card on him but everyone can see it was just an excuse to be around iwaizumi
at the beginning, plenty of girls were confused by your presence at the table (they didn’t know you were oikawa’s sister until they knew your last name. after then, they didn’t give you much attention since you weren’t a threat to them)
during lunch, you usually spent your time talking to your brother’s teammates about iwaizumi and they always got a kick from how shameless you were. over time, after you got more comfortable with the rest of the time, you felt more at ease flirting with iwaizumi
iwaizumi was well acquainted with your one sided flirting tactics since you were younger. of course, in the beginning, they were merely innocent compliments coming from your admiration for him
but by the time you reached high school, it escalated to comments about dating…
“still too old for you y/n,” iwaizumi grumbles, picking at his lunch. “always will be.”
you lean forward, crossing his personal space, and prop your elbow on the table and rest your head against the palm of your hand
“when are you gonna forget about this little age gap and realize you’re wasting your time blocking your feelings when we could potentially be great-”
“y/n,” his voice cuts off your playful one like steel when he slams his hands on the lunch table, causing the table to look up from their food and at the two of you. “when is it gonna get through your thick skull that it’s never going to happen? just quit it. you have no chance.”
there’s a pause.
your face pales when you realize you’d gone too far but you’re too hurt to apologize.
you lean back in your seat, putting your hands in your lap, and look down.
as much as you felt like doing at moment, you refused to become the heartbroken girl and run to the nearest bathroom stall. so, you sit quietly across from him, going back to eating your lunch
you don’t say anything else for the rest of lunchtime.
your brother opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure whether to console you or yell at his best friend but it’s the jab in his side by makki that tells him he’s better off staying silent.
the bell rings when lunch ends and you stand up, quickly striding to throw your lunch away. you walk out of the lunchroom, not bothering to check if anyone is following you or not.
no one is.
that is until… “y/n!”
oh brother.
you turn around in the hall to face your brother.
“what.” you know he must be ecstatic to see his best friend physically trying to sever whatever feelings you have for him.
“i…i’m sorry about back there. i didn’t know he could actually say that,” oikawa’s rubbing the back of his neck, feeling slightly bad from the look on your face.
your face isn’t a sad one, it’s more of a monotone one.
but oikawa knows you better than anyone.
and you were indeed masking your true feelings.
“it’s whatever. i know you hate it but i still like him,” you huff before turning around and stomping off to your next class.
throughout the rest of the school day, your face stays rested in that deadpan expression, only sending pressed smiles that don’t reach you eyes to friends you see around in classes or the halls.
sometime after lunch, iwaizumi sees you in the hall at your locker on his way to class. you don’t see him since you’re looking in another direction.
while walking by, he opens his mouth to call out for you but closes it again and continues his way to class. though, he wonders if you would’ve said hi and wave like you always did if you saw him.
it isn’t until after school, right before he has volleyball practice that he approaches you outside.
he wasn’t surprised to see you walking toward the school gates. he was especially harsh to you today and he knew no matter how much you liked him, you wouldn’t really want to face him without cooling off first
he jogs over toward your retreating figure and when he reaches within ear shot of you, he calls out to you
“y/n.” there’s a calm voice behind you and you freeze in your tracks. you were certainly ready to walk home alone without bothering to wait for your brother or iwaizumi to finish practice
you turn around and ignore the pang of hurt rising in your chest at the sight of iwaizumi
you were used to his nonchalant rejections but this one hit harder than ever before
“what i said in the lunchroom … i’m sorry but i had to say it. i’ve been telling you for years but you still don’t give up.” you can tell he feels bad from the way he’s looking down and is only able to make eye contact with you for a few seconds at a time.
“and i still won’t.”
iwaizumi shoots his head up, ready to say something but you stop him with your hand
“no, you’re going to let me speak. you think i can just control my feelings all the time? so before you say ‘just stop liking me, it’ll hurt less the sooner you do,’ think about me for a second. you think my playful flirting being shot down so strongly by you doesn’t affect me? sure, i don’t act like it does but it feels like awful. it hurts. no matter what, i’m going to be hurt by you, hajime. but i don’t care. because i still have feelings for you. now, i think you have a practice you should be getting to, yeah?”
you don’t let him answer because you’re already walking away from him.
iwaizumi could only watch you leave before he heard someone yell out for him.
it took a few days for the awkward tension from both of your confrontations to subside. but when it did, it was like nothing had happened at all.
your eyes still sparkled whenever you saw him and your stomach still did flips, and he went back to flicking your forehead when you got too close to his face.
yeah things were definitely back to normal between the two of you
except for one thing: your aggression.
maybe his words were a wake up call to you about your actions, because from that day forward, you weren’t so aggressive about your crush.
you reminded him how you felt with little things and made sure he knew your feelings never changed.
but you went about it differently.
no longer did you stick glued to his side when you were around him and his teammates.
you spent time with his other teammates and carried on your own business like homework during their practices.
besides, you couldn’t keep being so clingy when he was about to leave you when he graduated.
“what about your precious brother?” oikawa asks with a pout, noticing the care package you were making for iwaizumi since you were aware he was leaving home for school.
“what about him?” you deadpan, wrapping a bow around the top. “i’ve lived under the same roof as you for my entire life. it’s about time you leave me alone now.”
“you’re so mean.” oikawa sticks his tongue out and crosses his arms. “iwa-chan is gonna like your gift, by the way.”
“of course he is,” you smile with a knowing glint in your eye. “i know him better than he thinks.”
AT FIFTEEN YEARS OLD …
oh, your second year of high school.
even though your brother and iwaizumi had left for college and they were the closest friends you had at school, you still stayed friends with the current members of the volleyball team.
totally not because oikawa and iwaizumi bullied the underclassmen to make sure you weren’t alone.
kindaichi and kunimi became your go-to’s since you were in the same grade.
since becoming a second year, you’d also passed the awkward puberty stage and did receive love confessions on multiple occasions.
ah the life of an oikawa, am i right?
you do be pulling these people though.
“y/n, will you go out with me?” the terrified classmate in your biology class stuck out his hand to give you a small chocolate box.
you instinctively look in the direction of iwaizumi’s locker which he no longer possessed since he graduated.
“the thought is really sweet but … my heart belongs to someone else, i’m sorry,” you frown, feeling the guilt rise in your stomach.
you truly wished you could’ve said yes to those who confessed but you knew if you did, it wouldn’t sit right in your heart.
you wondered if he knew of them and if he did that it was his fault you rejected so many people.
(you do end up accepting a few confessions after your friends urge to give them a chance but those relationships don’t go very far).
unbeknownst to you, your brother tells him absolutely everything
including when you come into his room to ask for advice on how to let people down lightly since it made you feel bad.
“she asks you for love advice? man, save that girl.”
iwaizumi and oikawa split their ways and went to separate universities but still kept in contact through facetime (even if it was against iwaizumi’s will).
cue oikawa calling him randomly at 2am to talk because he was bored.
“hey, you know my way with the ladies,” oikawa grins, looking at his best friend through the screen of his phone.
“what’s the advice for? she tryna confess?”
oh, how iwaizumi hoped you’d moved on after he left for school
“pfft more like the opposite. she asks about how to reject people.”
“oh?”
“oh yeah, she acts like it’s because she doesn’t want a relationship but i think we both know that’s not true,” oikawa lilts knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.
though he always hated the idea of you liking his friend, by now it was just something he was used to.
in fact, he was probably waiting for it to happen because with your stubbornness, he believed it was bound to happen.
even if his friend didn’t believe it.
“i’m tired now. good night, shittykawa.”
“g’night iwa-chan~”
AT EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD …
“my baby sister is all grown up,” tooru clutches you in his arms, wailing and allowing tears to freely flow down his cheeks
“ugh, get off of me, people are staring!”
just like your brother and iwaizumi did, you and your brother also split and went to separate universities.
“but still~”
“you should be used to not having me around, you’re a senior in college now!”
“can’t i just be a clingy brother for once in my life?!”
“now you wanna use the clingy brother card? you’ve had the chance to use it all my life and NOW you wanna use it? in front of all these people?!”
people passing by on your floor’s hall giggled at your bickering but you managed to win the conversation when you ended up putting your brother in a chokehold
“i’m going to embarrass the shit out of you on your wedding day when you get married, just you watch! … that is if you could even find someone to marry you.”
“thanks, y/n. i no longer feel the need to miss you.” oikawa breaks away from your grin. he brushes himself off and ruffles your hair. “have a great freshman year, baby sis, and don’t be afraid to have fun!”
“yeah, yeah.”
“now if you’ll excuse me, i have somewhere to be! see you at thanksgiving!~” oikawa wiggles his fingers in a goodbye manner, walking down the college dorm hallway until he’s out of sight
what on earth does he have to do on a campus that’s not even his own?
your roommate, mei, is a sweetheart. she’s kind, funny, and from the get-go, you knew she was someone who was going to stick by you.
on move-in day, things were kind of awkward since you were meeting someone that you were going to live with for the rest of the year for the first time. but after the first few days, the both of you opened up and became comfortable.
“so…partners. got one?” she asks on the first night while you two were sitting in front of a party size bag of chips.
“nope,” you answer, popping the 'p’ for extra emphasis. “kinda unofficially taken though.”
“huh, interesting,” she muses, leaning over and grabbing a chip.
“you?”
nodding her head, she finishes swallowing her chip before smiling softly, “i’m doing long distance with my high school boyfriend.”
“oh, wow. good luck,” you answer, feeling somewhat bad for your roommate. when iwaizumi left for school, even if you hadn’t interacted as closely with him like you used to, there was still a hollow feeling in your chest that didn’t go away for a couple of months.
you missed him.
and you made sure he knew.
[6/10/18 11:00AM] you: happy birthday!! miss you a whole lot
[6/10/19 10:00AM] you: g’morning! i hope you have a wonderful birthday! miss youuu~
each time he’d answer with a straight, “thanks.” and you’d have to be the one to continue the conversation
you texted him only sometimes. only when you were especially missing him or found something that reminded you of him
rarely did he ever text you but he made sure to when it came around to your birthday. and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t swell when you read the simple birthday message.
maybe you weren’t technically in a long distance relationship, but your heart definitely acted like it.
“thanks! but you got me intrigued. who’s this person who-”
a knock on your door cuts her off followed by a gruff, “RA.”
“WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG WE SWEAR!” mei cries in frustration causing you to laugh.
“they’re probably just going to introduce themselves. i’ll get it,” you stand up from the floor and walk to the door and swing it open with a grin.
“hi…” your greet starts off chipper until you register who’s at the door. “iwaizumi? what the hell are you doing here?”
“y-y/n?” he seems dumbfounded by the way his eye bulge out of his head and his jaw drops. “what are YOU doing here?”
and why are you calling me by my full name?
“i go here, what else?” you gesture to your room and in the process, notice mei pucker her lips, obviously sensing tension.
“you go here?”
no way.
no, you were sure your university of choice wasn’t the same as iwaizumi’s.
hell, you even asked oikawa just to make sure you didn’t go there.
it’s not that you didn’t want him around.
come on, you were in love with the guy.
it was more of the fact you didn’t want to seem like you were still chasing after him to this day as embarrassingly as you did as a kid.
but here he was standing right in front of you.
“i thought you were at-”
“i transferred.”
oh, so that’s what happened.
“oh…”
“yeah, tuition got too much so i applied here and as a resident assistant for housing.”
“i see,” you mumble, shifting your wight from one leg to the other. “you look good.”
he did.
and you were underestimating it.
although by senior year of high school he was already built enough, he seemed to have buffed out even more.
“you, too,” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. realizing your roommate behind you, he gives a friendly wave, “hey, i’m iwaizumi hajime and i’ll be your RA for the year.”
“nice to meet you,” she smiles before turning to you, “is that the one?”
glancing between your roommate and iwaizumi.
of course she figured out by now.
you nod and jab a thumb at him, “yup, this is the guy who stole my heart.”
the reaction you expected from him: (T_T)
the reaction you receive: (⁄ ⁄•⁄–⁄•⁄ ⁄)
“is that all?” you ask turning back to him, “i’m trying to get to know my roommate right now. i’ll deal with you another time.”
“uhh, no! that’s it,” he stammers, stepping out of the way, “you have a nice night.”
“you, too.”
as soon as you shut the door, mei is on her feet jumping up and down. “this is some tv show shit going on! oh my gosh, what are the odds!”
you rub your temples, registering what just happened.
there was no doubt you still had feelings for iwaizumi but after so much time away from him, you’re so unsure of how to act.
you two were grown adults for crying out loud.
sure, you always believed you were endgame.
but in your mind it was in more of an “oh my gosh, we haven’t seen each other in ten plus years and we’re in the same grocery store. let’s catch up!”
not an “oh my gosh you’re going to my university and i’ll probably see you everyday since you live on my floor and you’re my RA.”
once again, the universe is going out of its way to point out, HE’S OLDER THAN YOU. YOU HAVE NO CHANCE. HAHA LOSER.
meanwhile in iwaizumi’s single room …
he tapped his fingers aggressively on his phone screen, waiting for his friend to pick up.
“aw, i just left! what, missing me already?”
“why is y/n here?”
oikawa freezes and whispers, “how’d you find out so quickly?”
“i’m her RA!!”
“for real? hah, that’s rich,” oikawa starts to laugh, wiping fake tears from his eyes. “i should’ve came to your room then. i would’ve noticed we were in the same hall as y/n.”
“you wouldn’t have told me.”
“you’re right. i wouldn’t have.”
“why didn’t you tell me she was coming here?
“why is it so important you know? hey, she asked about your school told and i told her you were still at your other uni-”
“and why would you say that?”
“because i’m sick of seeing my sister alone ok? as soon as you told me you were transferring to her school, i just seized the opportunity! you’ll look out for her, regardless of whatever feelings you have or don’t have for her. it makes me feel better to know she’s got somebody.”
“as evil as you are, i’m letting you have that one because it’s a sweet brotherly thing to do.”
“i know right?”
“and you just ruined it. don’t expect me to just randomly check on her though.”
“but you will,” oikawa sighs, a knowing smile on his face. “even if you don’t like her like she likes you, you’ll still care about her.”
“whatever. bye.”
“bye bye~”
the first semester’s rough since you were getting accustomed to this new way of life.
but honestly, you think you did a pretty good job.
you showed up to class on time, you ate decent meals (most of the time), you studied when you had to and took breaks when needed.
yeah, you were slaying the college game.
until you were locked out of your room in only a towel.
your roommate had an early class that morning so she wasn’t there to let you back in.
which meant: you had to go to the RA office to ask for the master key.
you walked down the hall in nothing but your towel and flip flops, glancing over at iwaizumi’s door when you passed it, hoping he was in there sleeping.
you reached the RA office and lightly knocked on the door before cracking it open.
“sorry for the appearance but i got lock- not you again,” you groan by the end of your statement when you faced a half-awake iwaizumi leaning over the desk.
of course out of everyone to be on duty…it has to be him.
the sound of your voice got him to open his eyes but upon seeing you in said towel, his fatigue became long gone.
had your legs always been that long and toned?
mentally smacking himself for such a thought, he stood up.
“l-let me get the master key.” he shuffles over to a small cabinet and went through the keys. “room 220 right?”
“mhm,” you hum, crossing your arms, trying to hide as much of your body as possible.
you felt v embarrassed rn.
“got it, follow me,” iwaizumi leaves the room and you trail after him like a lost puppy.
“can’t you just give me the key and i’ll return it later?”
“‘m afraid it doesn’t work like that,” even though he’s turned away from you, you still know he’s smiling.
“sleep late?” you ask when he lets out a loud yawn.
“yeah and i’m stuck in that office until 1.”
you nod but you realize he can’t see you so you mumble an, “oh.”
stopping in front of your room, he unlocks it and opens the door for you and gestures for you to go in. “there ya go.”
“thanks,” you lightly smile, walking into your room and hold the handle, ready to close it.
“how’s your semester going?” he blurts before you could start pushing the door closed.
you tilt your head to the side in confusion at his sudden question but laugh anyway, “maybe ask me when i’m not wearing nothing but a towel.”
iwaizumi’s cheeks heat at your comment, remembering you were still in a towel and he scratches the side of his head. “right! sorry. enjoy your day.”
“see you around!” you call when he’s walking down the hall, on his way back to the RA office.
the next time you’re alone with iwaizumi is on a saturday night when your roommate is adamant on playing a game.
“c’mon, everyone’s out partying tonight so shouldn’t we have our own fun?” mei clasps her hands together in a pleading manner and juts out her lower lip.
“what game?” you sigh, standing from your desk and turning to her
“one of the games we have here! we can borrow some from the RA office and return them when we’re done!
“ok then, let’s go.”
you walk behind your skipping roommate as she hums and giggles.
you were glad you weren’t stuck with some maniac.
she stops in front of iwaizumi’s door when she notices the sticker with his name on it on the door.
“have you guys talked?”
“not really,” you shrug.
“really? it’s been two months since we’ve moved in.”
“i mean, he saw me in a towel a while ago since i got locked out of the room but since then no.”
“spicy spicy~” she grins mischievously, continuing on her way to the office. “wanna bet the universe is plotting against you and he’s on duty tonight in the office?”
“i would but i know i’ll lose because it’s what the universe would do to me.”
“have you thought about getting over him?” she asks innocently after a moment of silence, turning to look at you.
“of course. it just never works out. my mind always comes back to iwaizumi and my heart, well, it knows what it wants.”
“that’s really sad, y/n.”
“maybe. but it’s what i’m used to. i’ve never met anyone who gives me the same feeling as he does.”
“and what feeling does he give you?”
by now, you’re standing in front of the RA office on the door. there’s a small little window so residents can see if someone is in there or not. and there iwaizumi was, scrolling on his phone, looking bored as hell.
“home.”
“hi!” mei greets him after she swings the door open
“gotta go shitty-” he cuts himself off, realizing you’d know just who he was talking to.
“-are you talking to my dear brother?” your eyes light and you instinctively run over to iwaizumi and check the screen and yes, there he is.
“tooru!” you shout a greeting like you haven’t spoken in years when you in fact called him that morning. guess it’s seeing him somewhere else that gets you excited.
“y/n, my baby sister! what are you doing there?”
“goodbye shittykawa,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes when he sees the shit eating grin on oikawa’s face. he ends the call abruptly before spinning in his chair to face you. “can i help you, other oikawa?”
you smile and point over to the shelf stocked with games, “we’d like to play a game please.”
waving you off, he mumbles, “knock yourself out.”
you bounce over to your roommate, unknown to the hard stare iwaizumi is sending you.
he’s too deep in his own thoughts to notice he’s staring right at you either.
“there’s only games for three people or more here,” you turn around with a pout
iwaizumi breaks away from his thoughts and shrugs his shoulders, “someone probably took the two person games already.”
you stick your tongue out at his nonchalant and apathetic answer
“how ‘bout you play with us?” mei asks, taking out a handful of games.
“me?” iwaizumi furrows his eyebrows, glancing over at you.
you shrug as if saying, why not?
“i’m on duty right now, i can’t.”
“why not?” this time you voice it.
“if someone needs something-”
“-we’ll pause the game,” you say as if its obvious. “c’mon it’s saturday night and we’re bored! please~”
and just like your roommate did to you, you made your best pleading stance and stare at the love of your life iwaizumi.
and being that you’ve used this face on him a million times since you were five, you were wary he’d not be affected.
but:
“ok, fine, just one game.”
you can’t deny the swell you feel in your heart when you notice the small smile he tries so hard to hide.
(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
“plus 12, are you kidding me, y/n?” iwaizumi grumbles, starting to pick up a card from the deck one by one.
“hey, you’re the one who started it,” you shrug, grinning at his obvious frustration.
the three of you were currently in a round of UNO, your third game of the night.
(hah, “one game” my ass)
iwaizumi had only two cards left in his hand and thought he could gain an ever greater advantage if one of you received two more cards
but alas, the higher powers ruling UNO decided now was the time to push him off his high horse.
mei looks through the cards in her hand for her next move before an alarm ringtone went off from her lap.
“that’s for my laundry,” mei glances at her phone to shut off the alarm. “i’ll be back in like ten minutes to drop my clothes off back in the room.” she stands up before looking back at the two of you with an accusatory finger, “no cheating.”
she stepped out of the office and then it was just you and iwaizumi alone
letting out a yawn, (you’ve been yawning this whole time) you check your phone.
“dude, it’s 2am. shouldn’t the RA office be closed now?” you ask, resting your head on your arms as they lay crossed against the office desk
“yeah but we’re in the middle of a game, aren’t we?” iwaizumi doesn’t look up from his hand of cards, sorting them by color and number
“ya coulda’ kicked us out earlier. we were just bored and needed. something to do-”
“-ok but i wasn’t going to cut off the game if i’m winning.”
you open your eyes to send him a pointed expression, “winning, huh?”
“shut up.”
even tired and with eyes closed, you manage to send him a grin
there’s a comfortable silence between the two where your eyes are closed and iwaizumi’s attention flickers between you and his hands
you were the same oikawa he’s known for the past thirteen years.
then how come you seemed like a such a different person?
normally you’d be throwing your flirty banter and compliments his way but all he’s heard from you is what you told your roommate that first day he saw you.
you claimed he still had your heart.
but why weren’t you acting like it?
had you…matured?
iwaizumi gulped and slightly widened his eyes.
and why was he so intrigued now, wanting to know the reason…
“y/n?” he asks, feeling his throat grow dry and covers it with a cough
the only answer he receives are soft snores.
oh.
you fell asleep.
i mean, it was 2am and you’d been playing games for the past few hours. you were surprised you lasted that long.
“i’m back!” mei announces returning back the office before noticing you. glancing at iwaizumi, she pointed at you, “is she out?”
“i think so,” was his simple reply.
“we should just call it a night. y/n, let’s go,” mei walked over and snapped her fingers in front of your face.
you were out like a light.
alexa play sicko mode
“y/n,” iwaizumi speaks this time, going as far as patting your shoulder to which you instinctively nuzzle your head further into your arms
letting out a sigh, iwaizumi stands from his seat, “you go on ahead, i got her.”
mei furrows her brows, wondering what he’d meant but it becomes crystal clear when she notices him crouch down to take her into his arms.
mei was quick to start moving, afraid iwaizumi would see her wide grin and stifled giggles.
he follows her in the hallway with you in his arms, bridal style, occasionally looking down at you.
“you can just plop her on the bed. she’ll move around eventually,” mei breaks iwaizumi from his gaze toward you and he quickly looks up and clears his throat.
“right.”
he walks over to your side of the room and gently places you on the bed.
“is she enjoying herself here?” he asks, glancing over at your roommate quickly before looking back down at your sleeping state.
“i think she is,” he smiles, “i mean, she has a pretty great roommate so i count for something.”
iwaizumi chuckles lowly, careful not to wake you. “funny,” he says before leaning over and pushing a strand of hair that’d fallen over your face away.
leaning back, iwaizumi shoves his hands in his jean pockets and sways back and forth. “sorry for keeping you up. i should’ve kicked you out a while ago.”
“don’t sweat it. we had fun. sorry for interrupting your night. i’m sure y/n would never apologize but i’m sure she feels a little guilty.”
“i had fun, too. so no worries.”
“yeah?” mei grins when he’s outside the door. she was leaning against the door, ready to close it before curiosity got the best of her, “you must know how she feels about you, right?”
iwaizumi rubs a hand over his face, obviously not ready to have this conversation with your roommate at 2:30 in the morning.
“yeah i do-”
“does she have a chance?”
iwaizumi’s throat runs dry.
“i’m too old for you.”
“i’m three years older than you.”
“i’m in high school and you’re still in middle school.”
“when is it gonna get through your thick skull that it’s never going to happen? just quit it. you have no chance.”
iwaizumi’s silence is a cue mei takes to go on.
“because from what i’ve heard from her is that she’s liked you forever. forgive me for overstepping my boundaries but a loyalty that strong for someone? that’s not something you should brush off.”
iwaizumi thinks back on the times he rejected you and takes into account how each and every time you seemed to bounce right back with no shame.
“has she told you why she couldn’t take no as an answer when we were kids?”
mei smiles at his question. “she said your reasoning was dumb.”
his reasoning.
all of his rejections were revolved around your ages.
come to think of it, iwaizumi never said the words “i don’t like you,” to you once.
it was always about age.
“i think she thought that as long as you focused on your age, she’d still have a chance when it didn’t matter. like now, we’re all adults here and and an eighteen year old dating a twenty one year old is pretty common.”
“i uh, gotta get some sleep. i have an early class,” iwaizumi jabs his thumb in the direction of his room down the hall and mei sighs knowingly.
“goodnight,” and before she closes the door all the way, she calls out to him, “think about what i said!”
you awoke the next morning to the sound of your alarm (thank god you toggled the settings so it automatically repeated every day).
gotta get ready for class, you think to yourself, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste (and key, you never forget your key now) before slipping into some shoes and walking out into the hall.
on your way to the bathroom you see a familiar face walking in your direction.
iwaizumi is walking your way (in nothing but a towel around his waist) with a toothbrush in his mouth. he doesn’t notice you at first and to be honest, you don’t notice him either.
you’re still tired and can barely keep your eyes open.
it isn’t until he’s an inch away from slamming into your shoulder that you move to the side out of reflex.
“shoot, sorry,” iwaizumi says, mouthful of toothpaste.
“no worries, iwa,” you wave him off with a sleepy smile and continue your way to the women’s bathroom.
iwaizumi pauses for a moment, admiring the way you walked away with no second thought.
you truly were in your own little world when you were half-awake.
amidst this, a small smile tugs at his lips, turning into a grin as he walks back to his room.
from that moment forward, iwaizumi finds himself seeing you more often than before.
at first it isn’t even intentional:
you two walk into your dorm at the same time
more times when you walk past each other in the hall if one of you is on your way to class and the other is coming back from class
but your favorite was when you’d both be in the lounge room at the same time
“whatcha watching?” you’d ask, plopping beside him on the soft sofa and looking up at the t.v.
“reruns of criminal minds.”
and then you’d sit beside each other just watching whatever was playing on the t.v. neither of you spoke unless it was about a scene.
but he still enjoyed your presence.
OK WHAT’S GOING ON WITH ME, he thinks (almost everyday) to himself
never did he act this way around you nor want to be around you this much.
“haji, let’s play foosball!” you break him out of his thoughts one day, already at the game table, gesturing for him to come over
you were quite impressed with yourself with how you were handling seeing iwaizumi so often.
did your stomach flip every time you saw him? yes.
did your heart pound against your chest every time he made eye contact? of course.
and did your stomach let out out a swarm of butterflies every time you saw him smile or laugh? no doubt.
but you managed to keep your feelings at bay.
after all, it had been three years without seeing the man.
of course, you some partners in that time. but your heart was set on one man.
and sure maybe the media would call you a simp but you didn’t care.
(it’s iwaizumi. i’m shamelessly simping)
“they’re having brownies at the dining hall tonight. wanna get some chow later?” you ask, without bothering to look up from the table, too engrossed with your game.
“yeah, i’m starving. loser has to throw away all the trash when we’re done.”
“you’re on,” you smirk.
ending result of the game: you won.
iwaizumi is telling you it’s because he let you but that’s only to protect his ego.
“yeah, sure you did. anyway, let’s go!” you tug his arm out of the building and walk in the direction of the dining hall.
feeling the chilly breeze against you, you shove your hands into your sweater pockets and out of instinct, shuffle closer to iwaizumi, hoping his body heat would warm you up.
surprising you, he doesn’t mind being shoulder to shoulder with you and doesn’t move away.
the two of you walk into the dining halls and settle for a table near the back.
“i’ll watch the table, you go first,” he shoos you with his hand and takes a seat at the small booth for two. you grin and nod and he watches you skip away from him and in the direction of the food
you’re too cute, he thinks to himself as a smile threatens to grace his lips
five minutes pass you return with a plate of food.
“really?” iwaizumi raises an eyebrow at your choice of a meal. it was 40% dinner and 60% sweets and desserts.
“really.”
sighing, he knows if he tried to convince you to not take as many sweets, he wouldn’t win. he stands from his seat and walks in the direction of food (definitely less excitedly than you did).
he returns with his food soon after and you’re sitting together, exchanging words and teases back and forth. it’s a cute sight to see and if any stranger were to look at you, it definitely looks like the two of you were together.
“if you procrastinate again and you show up at my door with those puppy dog eyes, i’m only saying ‘i told you so,’“ iwaizumi chuckles and you throw a french fry out of mock anger.
“you wouldn’t. my puppy dog eyes get you ~weak~ and you know it. just like when we were kids.”
the two of you are laughing until it dies down, registering the last part of your sentence.
when you were kids.
“it’s been a while, huh?”
you nod, “mhm, we’ve known each other a long time.”
iwaizumi stays silent, fiddling with his fingers underneath the table.
should he bring up what he’s wanted to for the past few weeks?
before he can, you lean back and rest your head against the back of the booth seat. “man, i’m stuffed.”
iwaizumi raises an eyebrow and says, “well you ate like four brownies so i’m sure you are.”
you reply by sticking out your tongue and pushing your tray toward him. “throw it out please~”
iwaizumi rolls his eyes but slides out of the booth and takes both of your trays and walked in the direction of the disposal area.
“i’ll meet you in the front, ok?”
he nods and the two of you part ways. iwaizumi walks over to the disposal area and a look of defeat crosses over his features.
you couldn’t tell her…
why not?
‘cause you’re a coward.
iwaizumi shakes the thoughts out of his head and balls his now free hands into fists.
it’s not the right time.
but she’s only been waiting for thirteen years…
sighing, he shoves his hands into his pockets and masks his frustration with his normal resting face.
he’s ready to greet you and start walking back to your dorm when he notices a taller figure beside you.
stepping closer he feels his stomach drop.
“no boyfriend?” the man smiles, taking a step closer to you, “i can change that, if you’d like.”
iwaizumi is already bunching up the sleeves of his sweatshirt up his forearms, ready to start something, before he notices your bored gaze at the man in front of you.
“sorry, i’m taken.”
“i don’t see you with anybody?” the man’s grin never falters as he looks around you in search of someone.
by the time he says that, iwaizumi is somewhat close and within your eyesight.
noticing the look of relief washing over your face, iwaizumi allows you to grab hold of his arm and swings him around to face the flirting man
“this is him and he’ll punch you square in the jaw if you try me.”
the man raises an unimpressed brow before slowly looking over at the taller man beside you.
gruffly, iwaizumi responds, “i will.”
the man scoffs and walks away from you, leaving you and iwaizumi alone
you’re stunned.
what you had said was based on pure instinct but you never expected iwaizumi to play along. the two of you quietly walk out of the dining hall and you stop once you’re both outside.
“thanks,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks flush, “i didn’t mean to say that, it was just a reflex and he wouldn’t leave me alone and you were ther-”
iwaizumi cuts you off by cupping your cheeks in his hands. a beat passes with the just the two of you staring at each other before he (FINALLY) leans down and presses his lips to yours.
your eyes are wide and your body frozen but with a few seconds, you were able to register what was happening and you melt into his arms, leaning forward.
you kiss for a while, probably looking strange to people walking in and out of the dining hall but you don’t care.
ending the kiss with a few peppered pecks on your lips and your cheeks, iwaizumi lets go of you and allows you to regain your own balance
“i’m sorry it took so long for me to do that,” he mumbles, looking down in embarrassment.
“hajime, the absolute love of my life,” you coo reaching your hand up to caress his cheek. “don’t apologize. after all, i won two games today.”
leaning against your hand, iwaizumi furrowed his brows before asking, “what was the second game?”
An entry for @augustinewrites's simple pleasures collab. Also, a redemption for my previous cheater!Iwa fics. Please heal your broken heart with this fic 💔
You know something off with Iwaizumi Hajime today. Iwaizumi is being petty. You can hear from the way he stomps his feet louder on your shared apartment floor, or from the way he scrunches his nose repeatedly. Even the coffee he served you this morning is a bit bitter than usual -he fails to put an ideal amount of sugar like he usually does.
Iwaizumi is being uneasy. You know he's been avoiding you since morning. His morning kisses turn into a quick single peck, a bit halfhearted. It's not he didn't want to kiss you -he really wants to, it's just his little act to show that he's still upset.
You think Iwaizumi is being petty over small things. The thing when you forgot to take daily vitamin he already prepare on your desk, when you failed to empty the 2 liters water gallon he gave you for the entire day of work, or when you prefer to eat more sweets rather than the fruit he stocks in the fridge.
And the peak was yesterday when he picked you up and you were talking about each other's day. You rambled on how you ended up skipping meals because you back up the work of your sick colleague.
His eyebrows furrow, "Why don't you at least grab some bento or onigiri in the convenience store?"
Yes, there's a convenience store exactly in front of your office, a great alternative to avoid the packed-up cafeteria for grabbing a quick meal, he knows very well.
"No, it's more convenient to finish the work as soon as possible. I can't stay late right? And I grab some biscuits tho."
He snorts, your carelessness is infuriating. "Whatever, I won't give a damn if you get sick," he says with eyes still focused on the traffic.
You chuckle at his pettiness. "I won't get sick Haji," resting your head on his shoulder and arm wrapping his biceps, forgetting how he has told you many times that your favorite butter biscuit can trigger your gastritis.
There are not many texts from Iwaizumi today, besides "Don't forget to eat a meal" with lots of exclamations. And unfortunately, it rains heavily today, the weather forecast failed to predict it -guess the forecaster got tricked just like you. You forgot to bring your umbrella and you didn't get any message from Iwa when you ask if he can pick you up. He didn't even read it.
So you decide to run to the nearest train station. Holding a clear file on the top of your head -a useless attempt to dispel the raindrops. It's cold, a strange rain in the middle of the winter transition.
The street is kinda busy, workers pass by, some with umbrellas and there are also others who desperately run from the rain, just like you. All you can hear are footsteps and the sound of rain hitting the ground and umbrellas.
"Hey hey, where are you going, miss?"
A familiar voice calls you, his hand holds your shoulder, making you slow down before turning your back. You notice the amount of water that comes to you is greatly reduced, there's only a small splash on the ground.
"Haji?" You found your boyfriend, holding a wide black umbrella.
"I thought you won't pick me."
"How could I won't??" He retorts, eyes observing your figure.
You look like a stray cat lost in the rain; hair messy, your clothes are almost drenched, and you must be shivering from the cold. Before you can further argue, he grabs your hand and guides you to where he parked the car.
"Let's just get home quickly, you're cold." His tone is stern but painted with concern. As much as you know that he's petty, he won't stop caring. You smiled as his warm hand holds yours.
When both of you settled in the car Iwaizumi start to speaks, "Sorry, my battery was running low. I didn't notice until it was turned off."
"It's okay, Haji."
You exhale in relief, "I thought you were still upset."
He smirked and took a glance at you, placing a hand on the top of your head. "Even if I'm still upset, I won't stop loving you though."
He shrugged, "You're a brat."
You chuckle in response, humming, "Your brat."
You open the door of your shared apartment. It's nice to finally feel the warm room temperature. After taking off your shoes, you take off your soaked shirt and skirt, placing them randomly on the floor.
Iwaizumi who's already entered the apartment room has come back with a piece of a white towel, wrapping you up in it.
"Go take a bath first." He pecked your temple.
You smiled sheepishly, "Won't you join me?"
He sighs, but in the second takes off his black polo, sending you a crook smile, "You are really insufferable."
Taking a warm bath as aftercare for the cold rain feels like heaven. After taking a bath and a warm dinner, Iwaizumi drags you to bed.
"You have to take a good rest," he said, enveloping your frame in his arm and stroking the crown of your head.
You don't argue, your head has already felt a bit heavy and it doesn't take long before you fell into a deep sleep.
Iwaizumi can sense your uneasiness because he's a light sleeper. The way you flip your body back and forth, also the way you kick out your blanket but ended up pinning him a bit closer.
Your breath is heavier and hotter than usual, your heart beats a bit faster. It's worrisome because you're not in the middle of having sex with him.
"This is bad," Iwaizumi thought. He's about to take a thermometer when he feels your hand tugging his t-shirt.
"Ngg Haji.." You talked in your sleep -maybe it's a bad dream.
"Shh.. Angel, I'm here okay," he whispered, stroking your hair locks and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
Your expression becomes calm, easing your grab on him. He gave you the last pat before getting up and taking a digital thermometer.
The thermometer takes several seconds before beeping and showing a certain temperature. "It's really bad, 39 degrees huh? I should've come faster before she drenched in the stupid rain," he murmurs.
He took a gel patch and put a stripe on your forehead. You're smiling at the pleasing cool sensation. He smiled and lay down again beside you.
"You really made me worry," he said before falling asleep with you.
You wake up from the sun peeking through the window opening. Your eyes flutter open to find Hajime placing a glass of water on the table beside you.
"You woke up, Angel?" You nod, head still dizzy and your body doesn't feel right.
"You got a fever," he explained.
You blink several times and then-
"Hatchi!" You sneeze, suddenly your nose is runny.
"And flu maybe?"
You touch your forehead that covered by the cooling patch, realizing that Iwaizumi was taking care of you. You pout, looking at him apologetically, "Uh I'm sorry Haji."
He pats your head, "Don't worry okay, everyone gets sick once in a while."
"Sorry for not taking good care of myself."
"And I'm sorry for being petty too. I know that sometimes I am just not good at words. But seeing you so careless is just frustrating."
"And who can look after you on weekdays? Thank goodness at least you're sick on the weekends," he continues his scold.
But then, he soften, "I made you a soup. Let's eat breakfast before taking your medicine, okay?"
You nodded. You reach his hand and follow him to the kitchen, murmuring "I don't deserve you."
He chuckles, "Me too."
So, what's so bad about getting flu on the weekend when your boyfriend is around? Kiss, you won't and mustn't kiss him -of course, you would feel bad if you make Japan men's volleyball athletic trainers get sick.
He finds out that you keep staring at his lips. Then, he licks his upper lip and flattens it.
"No kisses until you recover," He coos.
"Uhhh.." You grunt and he chuckles at you for being pouty.
"You miss me that much huh?"
You snort, "I'm not," tugging the duvet and facing the other side.
He gathers you in his arms, "Are you sure you don't miss me, princess?"
You turn around to face him again. "I don't want you to get sick," you said with a low voice.
"I won't," he tugs your chin to see his adoring eyes before dragging you to a kiss. A kiss that is so soft, fleeting at the moment it touches your lips.
"An athletic trainer won't get sick," he said cockyly.
"Pfft.. is there any exception for that?" You chuckle.
He gives you another peck, "There is."
"Cut it out, Hajime."
But he strains your hands to steal another one, two, three, four, five more kisses, until you melt. Then he takes you to his embrace.
His body unreasonably feels cold against your hot body temperature. Maybe it's not a matter of hot or cold, but being with him makes you at ease.
The next day, your flu has gotten so much better, while Hajime also didn't show any symptoms either. You learn a new thing about him; not only does he have strong arms, his immunity is also strong as hell.
Hello ducky! Happy Valentine’s Day <3/p could I please order a plain box of chocolate? I’d like dark chocolate (kakashi hatake), all square shape, half lemme creme, half peanuts and half strawberry jam! Thank you and I hope you have a good day!
(I hope I did this right)
You did great!!!
YAY A NARUTO REQUEST
ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I GOT ONE OF THESE!
I hope you enjoy!!!
CW: Cigarette mention
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As you walked the streets of Konoha, you were least expecting to find your best friend seated on a tree branch in the woods.
“Oi, Kakash-“ you were interrupted by him bringing a finger to his lips. What was he doing?
He sighed, closed his book and jumped to his feet. He had sensed something,
As two brightly colored blurs emerged from the greenery, Kakashi disappeared in a flash.
You yelped as you felt your feet leave the ground. He had grabbed you on his way to a new hiding spot.
Soon, you were seated alongside him on another branch, more toward the back of the forest.
“Hello there.” You chirp in a quiet voice.
“Sorry about that.” He replied sheepishly, “Students were coming my way.“
“Ohh. You’re having them do the bell game again?” you asked, laying down on the branch.
“Unfortunately.” He produced his book from his hip pocket again, “And they’re getting closer to catching me.”
“Progress is good. You’ve got a good team of kids here, Kakashi.”
“That I do.”
You returned to an upright seated position, popping your back in a few places as you winced in discomfort.
“Good god, this tree is so… hard.” You had stretched your arm above your head to alleviate some of the pressure.
“Here, hold on.” Kakashi said as he gently placed two hands on your shoulders, “This okay?”
“Mhm. Work your magic.”
With that request, he moved his hands into a certain position and pushed on your shoulder.
Both emitted a satisfying pop as he continued to run his hands gently along the backside of your torso.
“(Y/N) your back just got very hot. Are you blushing?” He teased, squeezing your shoulders lightly.
“Ah-I am not!” You replied with pursed lips.
He chuckled and retreated back to his position on the tree’s trunk.
You bit the inside of your cheek and laid your head into his lap, “You’re my new pillow now, Kay?”
Kakashi pulled his mask up higher to hide the sudden flush in his cheeks.
“Ha! You’re the one blushing now!” You teased, grabbing hold of his chin and moving it back and forth.
“Wait!” He hissed, grabbing your wrist. “I heard something.
“What?”
“Stay down.” He ordered in a low voice, gently moving you onto the branch below.
Kakashi closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. Silence passed for many seconds as he pretended to read. A sudden whizz caused your eyes to widen.
He had caught a flying kunai in between two fingers, holding it like a lit cigarette.
“Oh, what’s this?” Kakashi called, spinning the new item in between his fingers.
“Can you two stop flirting and focus on the game?” A blunt voice asked.
When you sat up slowly, you noticed Sasuke with a hand on his hip.
⊱•Genre: Brainrot,Drabble, Timeskip, Suggestive themes at the End
⊱•Word Count: 685
You were trying not to let out too many noises of distress as you made your way through the kitchen. Eyes darting towards the closed door to the bathroom, from where the drizzling noise of the shower your boyfriend was currently in, was heard.
Hajime had been out early and arrived just ten minutes before, groaning something about idiotic athletes not knowing their limits.
He kissed your cheeks and gave you the bags with the take-out he brought with him and heading into the shower claiming that he was smelly.
He wasn’t wrong tho, although you had appreciated the caress of his lips on your cheek, you also had to hold in your breath from the mixture of food and body odor that wafted from Iwaizumi.
Now you were finishing setting the table while the food was on the dinner table. Every time your body moved unnecessarily, your facial features scrunched in because of the throbbing pain in your body.
Maybe it had been a stupid idea to overdo your personal time at the local gym, but work had been stressful these days, and you needed the tenseness to go away. The workout did wonders, and you all pumped with endorphins. I had enjoyed the rush after leaving the gym…but now we’re feeling minuscule muscle in your body ever. Muscle fibers you didn’t even know existed.
Hajime was done with his shower and graced her presence, dressed in shorts that showed his thighs and a towel around his shoulders, one hand dabbing his short spiky hair. At the same time, the other held a simple navy shirt.
“Wanna drink?” you asked, glancing over at her boyfriend, enjoying the view of water droplets running down his muscled torso. Damn lucky you…
“Sure…I need one today….” Iwaizumi nodded and equally enjoyed the view of his girlfriend squatting down to retrieve two cans from the lower shelves of the fridge. Observant as he was, he noticed the quiver of your legs as you rose from the squat you were crouched in. Face wincing as the fibers in your legs burned, and you let out a heavy breath through your gritted teeth before you tossed the one can towards him.
“Are you okay babe?” he inquired, green eyes darting over her body and noticing the stiffness in your neck as you rolled her shoulders before popping open the beer can.
“Yeah…just worked out earlier, and I’m a little sore…” you muttered, held up the can for cheers, and took a long sip. The cool bitter drink ran down your throat, cooling and refreshing, making you sigh in bliss.
Iwaizumi said nothing as the two of them sat down at the dinner table and started digging into the one take-out meal a week that his strict diet plan allowed you two.
He talked about his work and how a particular member of Japan’s Men National Team kept having back pain because he was unwilling to correct his posture. At the same time, you reported from your work until Hajime sighed and finally asked.
“ A little sore sweetheart? Why are you wincing with every little movement.”
“I’M not!” You defended a little too quickly, the voice a little too high-pitched to be casual, and you stuttered under his deathly glare. He put on whenever he called out bullshit, “I’m sore because I worked out a little earlier….”
“Ah…” he nodded, maybe a little relieved that it was something he would be able to understand, and the fact that you had worked out and kept healthy was relieving to him. He showed you a slight smirk. “I bet you haven’t stretched properly afterwards babe….”
“I have….”
“Probably haven’t,” Hajime argued, insisting with a smile, his hand touched your knee from under the table. “Don’t worry….after dinner and the bath I’ll draw you. I’ll help you stretch a little….”
“Hajime!” your chopsticks cluttered on the plate at his thought as he squeezed, and you squeaked.
“Yes sweetheart?” Hajime coolly replied, eyes twinkling, “I just want to make sure your hard work pays off….”
Oh yeah, by the way, Hajime had not bothered to put on his shirt.
“you’re gonna spill it stop laughing”, Iwaizumi said in between giggles, reaching out and trying to steady your sloshing wine glass
“you’re laughing AND you’re making me laugh”, you replied, continuing to laugh as your wine spilled over in the tub. Looking at the water, he sighed, trying to fight off the drunken smile glued to his face.
“This is why we can’t have nice things”, giggling you tried to look apologetic,
“I’m sorry but you shouldn’t have brought me wine in here”,
“Oh, yeah my bad for thinking you could drink in the tub like a normal person”, looking at you he chuckled, cheeks red from the alcohol and temperature of the bath.
“Yup, rookie mistake”, taking a sip of your drink you shrugged, rolling his eyes he reached over, snatching the glass out of your hand. Before you could even protest he was leaning over your body, kissing all over your face. Squealing, you pushed on his chest, “you have whiskey breath”,
“you have wine breath”, he mumbled against your cheek,
“you kissed ME”, laughing he leaned his head against your shoulder,
“I love you”, kissing against your shoulder, he leaned the rest of his body on you.
“I love you too but”, looking at you he silently gasped,
“But?”, giggling you gently flicked his shoulder,
“BUT you’re gonna crush me”, scooping up some bubbles, you plopped them on his head.
“Nah, not that heavy”, rolling your eyes, you started putting bubbles all over his body,
“you’re such a goofy drunk”,
“you’re always goofy”,
“you love it”
“Yeah, I do”
“hm, you’re also an agreeable drunk”, looking up at you he rolled his eyes,
“I’m agreeable all the time and I’m not even drunk”, you just looked at him for a minute,
“you’re kinda drunk”,
“Not as drunk as you were on new years”, he smirked at the glare you shot him,
“Shut up”, bringing a soapy hand up you ran it down his back,
“if you do that I’m gonna fall asleep in here”, smiling, you kept running your hand down his soapy back, “you know, I love you”, giggling you brought your hand up to his face.
“you just told me that like two minutes ago”, leaning his head into your hand he shrugged,
warnings: nsfw, first time, virginity loss, innocent(?) sub!xiao, whiny!xiao, light fluff and filth lol
notes: IM SO SORRY THUS TOOK THAT LONG TO PUBLISH🗿🗿
you waited for him on the balcony like you always did. it was well after nightfall, the streets much less crowded that usual. it was the perfect time to call to him given your intentions.
xiao was an adepti - a god in short. he lived in a world completely different from yours. he was never particularly fond of human beings, either. that was, before he met you. xiao’s stone cold demeanor seemed to crumble when he would get the gentle call of your voice, his name.
warnings/genre: fluff, reverse comfort (oikawa), mentions of food (kuroo), mentions of cooking meat (kuroo), dogs (kuroo), kenma’s can be seen as suggestive if you squint really hard
notes: it’s my personal headcanon that kuroo can’t cook and neither can my boyfriend </3 also pls reblog !!
━━ oikawa;
“are you okay?”
the only response you got was a sigh from the boy in question. a few seconds passed before you finally stepped forward and fell into the bed beside him, about to ask your question again.
before you got the chance to speak, however, oikawa turned over in the bed and moved to bury his face in your chest. he threw one arm across you and tried to pull you impossibly closer. the next few moments were filled with silence.
and then, his body seemed to shiver. it took you noticing only the small squeak escaping his lips to know that he was crying.
you dipped your head to kiss the top of his, hand running up and down his back.
apart from the occasional small noise from oikawa, silence followed for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes. eventually, he leaned back to look at you directly.
“wanna talk about it?” you asked quietly.
“not really.” his voice was smaller than you think you’ve ever heard it before. a few more seconds passed before he spoke again, this time his eyes traveling up to look at you. “i love you.”
“i love you too.”
━━ akaashi;
“y/n?” akaashi asked as he entered your room. “do you happen to have any book recommendations? i need it for school.”
the last sentence was followed with a sigh and him leaning against your wall. his school bag was still slung over his shoulder, although recognizably thicker than it usually was.
“a lot of homework?” you asked him. you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips.
“something like that.” his bag thumped as it the floor, then he moved to flop dramatically onto your bed. “and i have an essay on a book that i said i read and never did.”
“does it have to be a certain genre?” you asked him.
you closed your own textbook and shoved it across your bed, away from akaashi. you sat up more and patted the spot beside you, to which your boyfriend groaned in defeat and crawled his way over to you. he laid his head in your lap and closed his eyes with a deep breath.
“no,” he finally answered. “just has to be a reasonable length, which isn’t really helping my case.”
“you can check on my bookshelf, i think there’s some up there that you haven’t read.”
he didn’t answer for a long few moments, but he eventually opened his eyes with another sigh. he sat up and planted a kiss to the corner of your mouth. instead of getting off on his side of the bed, he made a show out of crawling across your legs to get off.
“thank you, my beloved,” he said with a cheeky smile, to which you returned. he always said it in a teasing, funny way, but it didn’t mean you hated the name.
“go read your book, dork.”
━━ kuroo;
“what in the actual hell are you doing?”
you’d been inside of his house for only a few seconds whenever you found kuroo. the sink was piled high with dishes, there were multiple pots and pans on the stove, and you were surprised the smoke alarm wasn’t going off with the small amount of smoke in the room, not to mention the smell of burnt food.
“i’m cooking.”
more like he was attempting cooking… for the first time in his life.
“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you giggled.
he shrugged and that showed you all needed to know: he, in fact, did not know what he was doing. you picked up his dog, although you struggled a little. she wasn’t small enough to easily pick up, but not big enough that the task was impossible.
“look at her, tetsu,” you smiled, showing her off like she wasn’t his dog.
after pressing kisses to the top of her head you set her down. she wagged her tail and trotted off into another room, her nails clicking against the tile floor.
“i wonder if she wants to be a taste tester?” he asked to no one in particular. “it’s not very hot anymore, it should be fine.”
you looked at whatever dish he was try to cook and wrinkled your nose. “i mean, i know it’s meat…”
he feigned an offended look, shaking his head and taking at you. after calling his dog, she padded back into the kitchen, her nose high in the air and sniffing up at the food.
kuroo pressed the food gently against his lips to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then offered it down to his dog. she sniffed at it but let it drop to the floor.
he frowned and pointed again at the food, a little bit of a defeated look on his face. she sniffed again at the food, whined, and trotted back out of the room.
you couldn’t help thr laugh that escaped you.
━━ kenma;
although you didn’t know exactly exactly what time it was, you were aware that it was well past midnight. a lack of sleep was pulling at your eyelids and anchoring you to the bed as you stared across the room. kenma was currently sitting there at his desk, the light from his computer lighting up the room.
“whatcha playin’?”
“a game.” he answered sarcastically. he cast a look over his shoulder, snarky smile illuminated in the single light source. “if you wanna see, you can sit in my lap.”
“you don’t mind?” and suddenly, tiredness was no longer imprisoning you on the bed.
“nah,” and he was smiling again, pushing himself away from his desk.
you watched the large, green ‘victory’ spread across his screen and lifted yourself up. half asleep, you stumbled across the room in a way akin to a newborn calf.
although you were cautious at first, you maneuvered yourself to sit in his lap. he hooked his chin over your shoulder, stopping for a moment to breathe in your scent at the crook of your neck. his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. turning his head, he pressed a kiss to your jawline before looking back at his computer screen.
Kita holding his week-old child in his arms late at night, walking up and down the house as he attempts to get the little one to sleep...
i don’t know much about babies only that i would like to have kita’s pls n thank you
the spot next to you is warm when you roll over, hand falling to rest on the mattress.
warm but empty.
you crack open an eye, frowning at the rumpled pillow and sheets and the husband-shaped absence on them. Kita’s nowhere to be seen. the crib next to your bed is empty too. sitting up, you blink blearily at the door, which is ajar just enough for a dim light to filter through the crack.
when you step out into the hallway, thin coverlet draped over your shoulders, you can hear something from a distance away—a voice perhaps—but can’t quite make it out, so you follow the sound of it.
rounding the corner, you see Kita standing in the living room, his back turned towards you. he’s dressed in checkered pajamas and a white t-shirt, tanned arms on display under the light of the living room. his hair’s a little disheveled from his sleep, a tuft of gray and black near the nape of his neck sticking up. the sight is adorable, a far cry different from his usual, well-groomed and composed look.
Kita’s facing the window, gazing out at the stars blooming across the sky and the moon casting a breathtaking glow over the fields.
a lump rises in your throat—damn these hormones—when you see something far more adorable than him: your daughter all bundled up, cradled carefully in Kita’s arms like there’s nothing in the world more precious. his hand, rough and calloused from unending days of hard labor, looks so gentle under the baby’s small head, thumb stroking her cheek where it rests in the crook of his elbow.
she sniffles, settling down from the cry that must have woken Kita up.
“you came out just perfect.”
you widen your eyes when you realize Kita’s speaking...to her. his voice is low and soothing and your heart just melts. he hunches his shoulders so he can lower his head to press his lips gently against his daughter’s forehead, closing his eyes and murmuring, “perfect...just like your mother. gonna grow up to be just as pretty too. i know.”
you bite your lip to suppress the overwhelming warmth that swells in your chest.
Kita shifts on his feet, pacing slowly back and forth in front of the window, and at this angle you can see the way he looks at her, like he can’t quite believe he’s the one who helped make her.
“you’re gonna grow up so loved, y’know that? granny’s over the moon.” Kita smiles, and it’s so soft and pure and you’ve never been so in love. whatever had disturbed your daughter from her sleep is gone now as she gurgles happily. you wrap the coverlet tighter around you, smiling at the sight before you. “she's been waitin’ a long time to meet you.”
you look down, fondly remembering the sheer joy on his grandmother’s face when the two of you had announced you were expecting. she’d started knitting baby clothes on the exact same day, declaring proudly that her great-grandchild should have only the best.
“you got four uncles who’re gonna spoil you rotten.” Kita’s voice is a little firmer now, a tinge of amused disapproval to it. “Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna. that’s them. hope you like volleyball cause if you don’t...think you just might break their poor hearts.”
oh, you know for a fact someone’s heart is going to be broken. none of the other boys have kids yet. it’s going to be a bloodbath—especially with the twins—for who your baby picks as her favorite. personally, you have your money on Aran, but Atsumu's quite the charmer and certainly not to be underestimated.
Kita pauses by the glass again, gazing out over the rolling fields. there’s hesitation on his face now, a flash of uncertainty that you’ve rarely seen before. but then it’s gone, replaced by a steady determination, one you’ve seen countless times before. one that you fell head over heels for.
“i don’t know much about bein’ a dad but..” he looks back down at his daughter, who’s now fast asleep, snuggled against his chest comfortably. “i’ll do my best.”
you unfold your arms, and Kita must hear the rustling of your clothes because he turns to look at you, mild surprise dancing in his eyes. the tips of his ears turn a little pink.
“ah...did i wake you?”
you ignore his question and just shake your head, beaming at him.
carefully stepping closer, so as to not disturb your daughter from her peaceful slumber, you slide your arms around his waist from behind, propping your chin up on his shoulder and peeking over it to see her little figure held in his arms.
this...this is everything you wished for and more.
you peck him on the cheek and draw back so you can look into his eyes. the same eyes that your daughter has.
sakusa’s parents had never been great ones, especially since having him so late. and maybe he’d have felt the warmth of their affection if he’d been born earlier, but it’s not exactly something he could’ve controlled.
and you know your statement was a tad bit hurtful, but you can’t seem to understand why it is that it’s affected him so badly, why even after he’s accepted your apology, he seems so withdrawn.
“omi,” you murmur, stroking your fingers through his hair. he stiffens ever so slightly. “omi, baby, what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” he mumbles.
sighing, you watch as he avoids your eyes, mindlessly scrolling through his phone without actually paying attention.
“omi, about what i said earlier—”
“it’s okay, y/n. you said you were sorry. and i said it was fine. it’s fine. it’s over now,” he dismisses quickly, but there’s a slight tremble in his hands, and you notice it even if he does his best to hide it. sakusa’s not open, and he’s a tad bit sensitive even though he doesn’t act it, but you know there’s something deeper than just the small argument you’d had earlier.
“omi, i’m sorry. really, i am. you’re not bothersome, you know that.” he’s silent. “you do know that…right?”
and suddenly, he’s shifting in bed, facing away from you, back turned to your face as he pulls the covers over his body.
“i’m going to bed,” he mutters. delicately, as if not to scare him off, you reattach your hand to his hair, stroking the curly strands gently as you lean down and kiss his temple. he sniffles slightly.
“what’s on your mind, baby? you can tell me,” you whisper. and the dam breaks, small tears that pool at the corners of his eyes spilling, splashing onto his pillow as he sniffles quietly.
“my mom used to call me that. a lot,” he whispers. you furrow your eyebrows, hand rubbing over his arm slowly as you try to understand.
“what, bothersome?” he simply nods.
and sakusa knows you’re not his mom, and that it was a simple statement meant to relief your frustration in the middle of an argument, that it wasn’t to hurt him—you’d never hurt him, he knows. but he can’t help but remember the way he’d hear his mother spit his name into the phone, his name rolling off her tongue as though he was an added burden.
“kiyoomi’s been exceptionally bothersome this week.”
and he can’t help but remember the times she’d spat it directly at him, the way he’d shrink back and walk to his room quietly.
“kiyoomi. quit being so bothersome, i’m busy.”
your arms circle him, and your cheek lays on his wet one, a tiny kiss being pressed the apple of it.
“oh, baby. i didn’t mean it, okay? you’re…you’re my favorite person. ever. you could never be bothersome,” you promise. he clutches the blankets tightly, lips trembling as he recalls his childhood.
and sakusa’s never been bothered by his past, not really. he’s as resilient as he is independent, and he looks back at the not so fond memories sparsely. but he knows they’ve shaped him, and though the moments that weigh on him are few and far in between, they’re there. and he can’t fight them off when the weight becomes too much, pressing onto his back and looming over his shoulders as they cast a shadow over his self esteem.
“she never seemed to want me around,” he whispers. and finally, you’re able to coax him to face you, bringing him close as he face digs into your shoulder.
“well, i always want you around. okay? always.” he knows you mean it, it’s engraved in him, a part of him, how much you love him—but he craves the reassurance. it’s the small reminders that you leave him, the texts in the middle asking if he’s eaten, the reminders of things he has to do, the gentle scolding to take better care of himself, the endless sacrifices of tiny things for his sake. he’s not used to them, and maybe that’s why he sees them so clearly, why he holds them so close—like they’re precious artifacts.
they’re merely the basics your love, but to him, they’re more than he’s ever been given, and his mind screams it’s too good to be true. but you always prove those thoughts wrong.
“but—”
“no buts. you’re not bothersome. you’re precious. and maybe your mom doesn’t see it, but i do. i love you, you know,” you press soft kisses to his dimple, to the tiny scar on his chin, to the bridge of his nose, to the slope of his cheekbone, and each one heals the scars and closes the gashes of his heart.
“i love you too,” he whispers. and he means it—because if there’s only place he’s ever truly been home, it’s with you.
summary: Sakusa x F!Reader. one plus one equals love (he's bad at math).
word count: 3.7k
cw: swearing, reader is smart, happy ending
a/n: sakusa is hashtag whipped (even though he's not very sweet)
The day hell freezes over, you’re slumped over your desk, half your heart in your calculations and the other half far away.
You’re daydreaming of the combined boba and taiyaki shop not too far from your house, hoping to get a taste of their recently debuted ube flavors before the winter chill sets in and it becomes too cold to visit regularly. Already, autumn is settling in nicely. The air tastes like apples and fried dough, and your favorite coat is waiting patiently in your closet to accompany you on early-morning coffee runs and walks to the library.
Still, the season remains mostly in your imagination at this point, your surroundings really the familiar scene of your math classroom, clouds of chalk puffing up in odd places and the sound of scribbling ever-present. You direct all of your attention back to your worksheet, realizing belatedly that you’d skipped over an entire problem while woolgathering. You sigh and begin erasing.
Unfortunately, menial tasks make your mind wander, too, and your teacher has to call your name twice before you jolt up in your seat. Her eyes crinkle at you. You suppress a smile, asking deferentially what she needs.
“Can I speak to you outside?” You nod and stand, smoothing down your uniform before following closely behind.
The hallway is empty, save for a face you recognize mostly from the school newsletter and your literature class.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is Itachiyama Institute’s pride and joy, an athletic superstar as well as a top student.
You’ve never really interacted with him, even though it’s the second term of your third year of attendance. He doesn’t talk to many people— mostly his cousin and his teammates— unless he has to, although he’s been known to hold doors open for others and offer tissues when someone sneezes.. Once, he sat next to you in the top row of the bleachers at an assembly. You, focused on scribbling in your notebook, looked up to shoot him a friendly smile, while he blinked curiously at you from behind his face mask.
The rest of the year, he sat with his fellow athletes.
You peer with interest at him while he seems both to recede into his neon yellow team jacket and to loom threateningly at a height only intensified by his aggressively correct posture. Up close, Sakusa has dark eyes that seem only darker in the poor fluorescent lighting, eye bags that bely a habit of practicing late, and obnoxiously clear skin. Your gaze only dips down for a moment and his clothes are loose-fitting, but you can tell that he’s an athlete. When you return to his face, there’s a smug, barely-there tilt to his previously downturned mouth.
“Sakusa, this is L/N Y/N; L/N, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You look between her and Sakusa, wondering if, given the formality of the introduction, you ought to be shaking the boy’s hand.
Before you can even begin to extend your own hand, Sakusa nods curtly and says, “We’re acquainted.”
Your teacher clasps her hands together. Outwardly, you press your lips together, flattening them into a thin line; inwardly, you wonder what in the world happened that you became acquaintances with someone you’ve never spoken to. Sakusa tacks on:
“She’s smart.” Outwardly, you hope that your face is completely still; inwardly, you think there’s been a nuclear accident in your organs. Something is definitely melting.
“Yes,” your teacher agrees. “She’s the primary pick for the mathematics department award, not that I’m meant to tell you that. L/N, I’m sorry to spring this on you now, but you’ve always proven to be an excellent tutor in the past, even if you’re as busy as any other third-year. Would you be open to tutoring Sakusa?”
You stare openly at your peer now, trying to discern what would result in this kind of intervention. Your teacher’s smile falters. Sakusa rolls his eyes up to heaven.
“Of course,” you say slowly. “I would be happy to help you, Sakusa-san.”
The ninth layer of hell freezes solid.
Once the final bell for the day rings, you walk slowly towards the exit, realizing that you have no way to contact Sakusa and no way to know when he expects his tutoring sessions to begin. As you drag your feet, you hope that you won’t have to approach him during tomorrow’s class, a hardly private setting, since he’d seemed irritated by the idea of anyone who might make fun of his current concern.
Rather than forcing you to come to him, he pops up on you in a batlike manner, black hair and yellow jacket glaring at you in your periphery just before he speaks.
“Hello,” a deep, smooth voice that shocks you out of your skin sounds behind you. You stumble back a few steps, one arm pinwheeling while the other’s grip on your textbooks slips slightly. Before anything (yourself included) falls, Sakusa reaches out and wraps one hand around your wrist, his grip tight as you steady yourself. He lets go almost immediately, shooting a look that could draw blood at his hand before settling his expression back into his usual apathy.
“Thanks,” you say. “I was just looking for you.”
“Do you know my schedule?” His tone is too dry to tell you if he’s asking in a friendly manner. You walk ahead slightly to push open the door to the outside, inhaling sweet fresh air and the remnants of summer sunshine deeply.
“No,” you say, relaxed enough to give him a genuine smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in stalking you, although I probably will need to have your schedule in order to proceed with regular tutoring sessions, depending on how much help you need.”
“Sounds like a stalker,” Sakusa grumbles, chewing on his bottom lip. You try to focus on the environment and the students passing by rather than your intense desire to roll your eyes so far back in your skull they get stuck. You’re sure he has fangirls, but you’re sure the club isn’t so large he needs to vet everyone he meets. Then he’s rattling off an absurd schedule, crammed with practices and games and practice games and scouting calls and…
You yank out your planner and begin taking down notes as fast as you can, replaying his words in your memory.
“Pause,” you say, holding up one hand and continuing as he stares at your bent head. “Continue.”
It takes him a moment, but he does.
When he’s finished, he asks, somewhat superciliously, “Did you get all that?”
“I think so,” you say, flipping your planner and showing it to him. “It’s all here, yes?”
He takes it out of your hands and peers at it, brows drawing up. It’s when he starts re-reciting the routine beneath his breath, checking off each individual event for what you’re pretty sure is the second time, that you start to feel seriously underestimated.
“You don’t need to check again,” you say testily, putting a hand on your hip. “I know it’s all there.”
“Of course,” he says, looking up with wide eyes. “...I’m sure it is.” He hands you back the planner, which you accept without thanks.
“I’ll see you at…” you stab one finger at the planner without looking. “...Seven A.M.” Fuck.
He nods and turns around, walking back into the school building. You shove your planner into your bag and march away, your head swirling with cinnamon spiced indignation.
Seven A.M., while obnoxiously early, soon proves to be no more annoying than your student.
“Hey, Sakusa,” you wave him over. He takes the seat beside you and pulls out his notebook, an impressively thick affair stuffed with extra notes and study guides.
“I hate mornings,” he greets you.
“Don’t you have to get up early for volleyball?” When he doesn’t respond, you look over at him only to see that he’s once more retreated into his jacket collar, chin tucked down. There’s pink blazing over his cheeks, too, contrasting his black curls and eyes and moles nicely. Even the tip of his nose is blushing, like he’s been out in the cold for too long. Perhaps he’s sensitive to the outside air?
“I don’t hate mornings,” he says, stumbling so slightly over his words that you think you’ve imagined it. “My cousin dislikes them, which we were discussing earlier. I don’t know why I said that.”
“O-kay,” you say, extending him a pencil as a symbol of kindness. He must really hate the idea of getting help from a fellow student. “Do you want to get started on the skill assessment?”
“Yes,” he seizes on the opportunity, relieved. “Please.”
The reason for this kind of teacher-mandated intervention, apparently, is that Sakusa really, really sucks at math.
He immediately gives off the impression of someone trying really, really hard to be good at it, but failing miserably. You give him an extra ten minutes on the assessment out of pity, because every time you look surreptitiously over his shoulder he’s erasing furiously and marking back answers that are somehow more incorrect than they were the first time. His face is still slightly flushed, his brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’s going to get wrinkles in that perfect skin. Sakusa Kiyoomi takes to failure like a fish to the desert or a camel to a treetop.
“Time,” you say finally. He drops his pencil and sits up straight, his face set as though he’s expecting to be scolded. You’ve had more than a few harsh tutors in your time, but Sakusa’s flat gaze and perpetually downturned mouth would make you feel odd trying to intimidate him. You aren’t the type of person to treat him like he’s fragile, either, though, so you settle on the middle ground and hope that he’s not more sensitive than he looks.
“You’re behind, but you know that,” you say gingerly, hoping he won’t stand up and storm out at any indication that he’s not perfect. When he remains so still you think he might not be listening, you continue. “I’ll put together a curriculum of sorts before our next session, and we’ll work along a schedule to get you not only caught up but prepared to keep up. Good?”
“Good luck,” he huffs, more to himself than to you. “But yes, that sounds fine. Is there anything else for today?”
“No,” you say. “I’ll see you in two days’ time? Not in the morning, just in case.”
He pencils it into his own planner.
“Don’t bother giving me extra time on stuff like that,” he says, and noticing the way you purse your lips, adds, “But I appreciate the thought.”
Tutoring Sakusa is a uniquely frustrating experience. While he puzzles out basic statistics, you study the wing spiker in the capacity he’s willing to show you. He’s snarky and stiff in an often faintly offensive way, but just often enough, he does something so totally endearing— she’s smart, I’m sure it is, his blush— that your faith in his mere awkwardness and not his apparent rudeness is restored. He has a knack for finding the quietest spot in the library, and he gets pissy if you ask him why he’s waited so long to get a tutor (I’m just not good at it, okay?). He works harder than any student you’ve ever had; you think he might even be a harder worker than you are.
Late one Saturday afternoon, you learn that Sakusa is the type to keep banging his head against the wall until it breaks; meaning that you’ve been here for two hours and he hasn’t shown any indication that he wants to stop filling out worksheets and repeating problems until he can apply formulas correctly to all of them.
“I don’t mind working past our designated time,” you stretch in your seat, not noticing the way his eyes follow your movement, then dart back to his paper. “But you seem to be grasping the concept pretty well at this point, so should we head out?”
At that moment, the clock chimes, and he seems a little startled at how long the ringing lasts. He nods his assent, somewhat discombobulated by the hour— it had been sunny when you began, and the sky is painted in shades of starry night now.
“I didn’t mean to keep you,” he stretches himself, and it’s your turn to avert your eyes, his shirt riding up ever so slightly. “Let me make it up to you.”
“Uh, sure,” you say, not at all opposed to a gesture of kindness from the wing spiker. “What are you thinking?”
Sakusa is apparently thinking of a side street, lamps and succulents spilling light and life over the diners. You, dazzled by the crowd of people and number of shops (and wearing a borrowed, fresh-from-the-wrapper paper mask at his insistence), shuffle forward as he turns right; your breath comes a little heavier in panic when he grabs your hand, not your wrist this time, to pull you towards the restaurant he’d forgotten to tell you you were going to. You walk hand in hand all the way to the register, where he drops it to hand you a menu. You feel, suddenly, listening to music playing over hidden speakers and watching gas lamp shadows dance over the walls, a warmth in your chest like the spread of a hot drink through your body.
You order mint tea and drizzle a lot of honey into it.
“It’s gorgeous weather,” you comment, trailing a hand through the warm air.
“It’s not bad,” Sakusa agrees.
“Would it kill you to be positive for once?” You laugh, taking the edge off the words. “I swear, you’re so lukewarm about everything.”
“Not everything,” he points out. “You haven’t talked to me about volleyball.”
“I’m your math tutor.”
“How can you say I’m lukewarm about everything, then? You only talk to me about math.”
“You’re annoying.”
“I’m normal. You’re annoying.”
“I’m normal!”
“You know how to do math. That’s not normal.”
“That is a low blow,” you gasp, knowing that you can’t retaliate on the same level and knowing that he knows it too. “You’re paying for dinner.”
His expression screams isn’t it obvious?
“I was always gonna pay for dinner.”
He pays for taiyaki with ube filling, too, and he insists on seeing you all the way to your door.
“I’m walking you home, L/N-san. This isn’t a conversation.”
You huff and call him a stalker.
After perhaps a week of tossing and turning before you can sleep and feeling the phantom touch of his dry, callused hand in your own whenever you so much as catch a glimpse of that godawful neon getup, you accept that you might have a crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi. You think of the way you can read his face now, and you hope that the thaw you’re seeing in his pretty eyes isn’t just a miscalculation.
“What are you doing?” Sakusa isn’t taking his usual route (away from you) and is instead following close behind. So close, in fact, it could almost be considered by your side.
“Walking you home.”
“You know I’ve walked myself home a thousand times, right? I even take the train like a real adult.”
“Why are you always so grumpy?”
“You’re one to talk,” you retort. “Who ranted about the uselessness of trigonometry for about ninety more sentences than you usually say altogether?”
“Who got caught passing notes complaining about the source material in lit today?” His face is so smug, you want to kiss it. You wonder if you have bad taste in men. You’re grateful this crush will go nowhere.
“You saw that?” The teacher had been kind enough to whisper while she admonished you. “It still sucks, though.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Can’t believe they consider that shit a classic.” You poke him with two fingers, right on the moles. He cringes back and bats at your hand, but you’re already tripping to the side, leaning so far away from him the world goes sideways.
“You should respect your schoolwork,” you say haughtily, sticking your nose in the air. “It’s okay if I do it, because I’m your senior—”
“By a few months.” You scowl at him, and he mocks a smile, which is frankly terrifying. More of a baring of teeth than anything.
“Let me have this.”
“No.”
“Augh!” Your groan breaks into a laugh at the end. “Fine, fine, have it your way.”
“I will,” and he looks so pleased with himself you start laughing all over again.
The walk home is comprised mostly of this: wading through pools of golden leaves, swirls of them kicked up by the wind as you pass. You and Sakusa banter, and on one occasion you even gather the courage to knock into his side, blaming it on unsteady feet. You shiver.
He gives you his jacket.
Maybe stress is to blame for the way things end (or begin), or maybe it’s that Sakusa is an incurable asshole.
“How did we even get to this topic?” You throw up your hands, dropping your pencil with a clatter on the desk in front of him.
“We—”
“I didn’t mean literally recap it,” you snarl. “I remember what you said perfectly well.”
“What I meant— if you would just listen to me— was that I don’t appreciate you poking into my business.”
“Well, I’m sorry that I assumed it would be okay to ask you a question, y’know, like friends do.”
“I’ve told you that I just don’t like asking for help a million times, and we’re not friends,” he says shortly. You feel all the fire drain out of you, leaving only a slow-simmering cauldron of anger that makes you feel as cold as Tokyo winters.
You think of every moment you’d pushed off as shyness, of poor social skills, and you realize that you’re a moron who’s been reading between the wrong lines for months now.
Sakusa Kiyoomi fucking hates you.
“Right,” you say, your voice snapping with rage. “My bad. Can we turn to number four on the worksheet?”
“I didn’t mean that,” he says, and though you won’t look at him, you can hear his expression in his voice. “I just get—”
“No, Sakusa! You always do this, you’re an uncooperative ass all day and then you do something fucking nice that makes me think that maybe you like me back—” You snap your mouth shut.
“You like me?” His voice, while retaining its usual quietness, lacks all of the steel you’ve come to associate with his speech.
“No,” you grit out. “No, it was a slip of the tongue, I meant—”
“You do,” he says. “You like me.” He says it like he’s tasting something sweet, trying to roll it around his mouth before he swallows it and lets the flavor go.
“I hate you, Sakusa,” you say, your mouth dry around the lie, and pick up your phone.
“I liked you first,” he says suddenly. Your head snaps up.
“Why are you choosing now to develop a sense of humor?”
“I’m not,” he swallows, throat bobbing. “Joking. I’ve liked you, for a while. You— I’m gonna sound insane, fucking hell, I’m going insane— I don’t know, I’ve always noticed you? You’re gorgeous, obviously, but you’re so smart and fast and,” he clicks his fingers, “with it? I liked hearing you talk, in class, and you’re,” he heaves another breath, looking at you with starry midnight eyes. “Really, really pretty, did I say that? Everything you do, it’s fascinating to me—”
You hold up a hand, still reeling from you’re gorgeous, obviously and with it and I’ve liked you for a while. That blush is creeping up his neck, again, under the mask tucked beneath his chin, up over his cheeks and his blushing nose.
“Everything?”
“Everything,” he confirms. “I don’t think it was even the looks thing, you just have this draw, do you even know— I can’t even describe it beyond ‘pick up pen sensually.’ When I saw how efficient your meticulous notetaking system was, I thought it was hot. How can your organizational skills be hot?”
He’s starting to sound despairing. You stare at him, your emotions confused all round but settling somewhat on happy.
“What I’m saying, anyway, is that I do go slightly insane around you, and Motoya tries to give me advice and I just keep regurgitating it all wrong and I’m— I just like you a lot.”
“I think I should get you to the nurse, I’m sorry for fighting with you when you’re clearly unwell.” You reach up to press the back of your hand against his forehead, but that just backfires miserably.
He grabs your wrist, pulling you in close; you feel like a character in a movie, swaying on your toes while he looks down with the most smoldering expression you imagine Sakusa Kiyoomi can muster.
“I didn’t mean to insult you,” he says. You can smell him, a little spicy and a little sweet. Red and gold and russet. “I’m not good at flirting.”
“Yeah, no shit,” you say, and your lungs feel so, so empty. You can’t seem to catch your breath. “I thought you hated me.”
“Never,” he says, then drops his forehead to rest it against yours, those soot black lashes fluttering shut. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to sound like you’re choking on the apology,” you mumble. “But you’re forgiven.”
“Good. It won’t happen again. Can I kiss you?”
“Kiyoomi,” you pull him towards you, whisper against his lips, feel him shiver slightly. “Finish your worksheet. Then you’ll get an answer.”
He does, although he doesn’t make a secret of his grumbling, sitting back down and picking up his pencil. His knuckles are white as he grips it. Still, he steals shy glances at you while you lean back in your seat, eyes (mostly) on your phone. A smile tugs at your lips, and you knock your knee into his.
He can sweat a little. You know he’ll like what you’re going to say when he’s done.
tagging: @crystal-lilac , @kohi-zeri , @teesumu (you told me to tag you in this fic like,, forever ago RIP i hope you don't mind and if you do i'll take you off right away)!
