Juneau, 24, they/them/theirs. Bisexual icon. Married to my cool wife, Maddy. I'm disabled, I like making art and writing. I teach ESL for a living. I interact thru my main @devenirquoi.
The boys wake up and find you devouring “dark lunch”
ft. Iwaizumi Hajime, Osamu Miya, and Kuroo Tetsurou
Iwaizumi Hajime
You and Hajime were newlyweds. You had lived together for a few years, so he more or less knew that you were a “night owl.” You’d stay up binge-watching anime, reading books or web comics, or snuggling with your cat on the sofa. That much he knew. What he wasn’t expecting was to find you devouring a very bizarre spread in the kitchen at 3 am.
He fumbled his way to the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water. He flicked the lights on and blinked as his eyes adjusted, and then widened at the sight of you.
You were sitting on the floor, criss-cross-applesauce style, holding a Cup-O-Noodles and shoveling the contents into your mouth. Next to you there was a can of coke, a bag of chips, and a half-eaten onigiri. It took everything in Hajime not to burst out laughing.
You looked up without a hint of embarrassment.
“Oh hey, Haji, you’re up! You didn’t have a bad dream, did you?”
“Nah, I was just thirsty. I’m a little offended you didn’t invite me to your party, though.” He gestured at the foodstuff on the floor.
“Well, the early bird may get the worm, but the night owl gets all the snacks, baby.”
He shook his head as he poured himself a glass of water. “Betrayed by my own spouse! I never thought.”
“You want some chips?”
“Yeah, and maybe a few bites of that onigiri.”
Miya Osamu
Your boyfriend sat up in the middle of the night, reaching for your side of the bed and feeling that you weren’t there. He wrapped a blanket around his head and body, waddling out of your bedroom to figure out where you had gone.
He found you at the dining table, happily shoving leftovers into your mouth and listening to music with your headphones on. He pulled out the chair next to you and sat there quietly until you paused your music.
“Everything ok, sweetie?”
Osamu looked at you with puppy-dog eyes.
“Y/n, I woke up and ya weren’t there. I just wanted to be sure ya were ok.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, ’Samu. I couldn’t sleep and I felt kinda hungry, so I ended up reheating the leftovers from dinner. You really outdid yourself with this one, baby.”
“Ya say that like I’m not a professional chef!”
“I wasn’t trying to fight, Osamu. I was just saying it’s tasty.”
He chuckled. “I’ll make it again, love. But will ya come back to bed? I’m cold and lonely without ya.”
“Do I get snugs?”
“Ya get all the snugs, baby.”
Kuroo Tetsurou
He was up late studying when he shuffled down to the dorm’s common room. There you were, eating a crappy pizza from the only place that was open and would deliver at this time of night. Kuroo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you.
You were bent over your biological anthropology textbook in a terribly unergonomic position, fueling your all-nighter with greasy pizza and french fries. Midterms might actually kill you if you didn’t get this cram session in.
He plopped down next to you on the lumpy red couch, giving you the oh-so-amused look that was always just below the surface for him.
“Kuroooooooo. I’m busy,” you whined.
“Don’t you need someone to help you tackle this large pizza?”
“Absolutely not. Go to bed so I can get this done.”
“Y/n,” he said gently, “it’s ok to take a break.”
You sighed and met his gaze, his playful eyes and messy mop of hair causing you to crack a smile.
“Ok, you can have some pizza. And I can take a short break. But after that! I am getting back to my flashcards.”
This was just something he did, had always done. Your stoic best friend arrived early to campus and stood outside the main lecture hall with two cups of coffee in hand--one for him, and one for you. You didn't realize how accustomed to it you had gotten--and then you looked. The second cup had stopped being yours.
You had known this would happen sooner or later, but that didn't mean it stung any less as you watched Aone pass the second cup of coffee to a beautiful girl you had never seen before. As she looked up at him with soft eyes and a grateful smile, you turned on your heels, willing yourself to hold in your tears, and rushed home.
You weren't sure what to do or what to say to him. You stayed home for a few days, ignoring anyone and everyone's messages and calls.
You were no closer to sorting things out when he arrived on your doorstep. Silently, you let Aone into your disheveled studio apartment. He looked around with pained eyes, then pulled you close to his chest.
"I was so worried about you," he murmured. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"
You hung your head.
"Nobu I...I don't know how to talk to you right now. I'm afraid that everything is going to come tumbling out."
He let go of you, hands falling to his side.
"Y/n, whatever I did...I'm sorry. I know I don't always say or do the things you need, but I can be better. I don't want to lose you! You're the best part of my day, every single day. I never want to stop having my morning coffee by your side."
"But...that person..."
"Hm?"
"I'm not the person you have coffee with anymore. I saw you with her, Aone. You look good together, really. And I'd never want to stand in the way of your happiness. But please, don't ask me to stand back and watch that. I can't. I love you too much."
His eyes widened, and he looked at you with an indecipherable expression.
"Y/n, wait! I'm not--she's not--I'm not seeing anyone. There's no one--"
"Aone. I saw the girl."
He shook his head furiously.
"She's just a classmate. I only bought her a coffee to thank her for buying me a cup when we were working on a group project and I was practically falling asleep. Y/n. The other coffee was still for you."
You blinked, feeling your cheeks warm at the realization. You had overreacted.
"Y/n, did you mean it? Do you really love me?"
You sniffled, suddenly not able to keep the tears in.
"Nobu, I--" you wiped at your nose haphazardly, looking down. "Yeah. I'm in love with you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things all complicated."
If you had looked up, you would have seen his lips turn just slightly upward at the corners. But you didn't look. He had to reach for you.
He didn't mind reaching a little bit.
"Y/n, I don't think I can remember a time before I loved you. I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as I wanted you to love me back."
You finally met his eyes, shining with sincerity. Before you knew it, you were reaching out for him, and your lips were crashing into his.
He was warm and soft in your hands, kissing you back until you felt so light, you could have sworn you were floating.
(a/n: the highly requested part 3 is here !!! i hope this part does the others justice hehe😚this one only has 2 characters bc i lost motivation halfway through tho😢anyways—
all scenarios are written in the timeskip !! as always, thank you for your support everyone!💞💞💞)
oikawa
you knew your boyfriend was a hard worker, and you loved to encourage him
lately he had been working more hours than ever before and you wanted to show him that you appreciated him
so on your day off, you decided to surprise him
you made a ton of food that he liked and prepared the space for a night together
you set up blankets and snacks and movies; everything that you could think of
after spending most of the day gathering and setting things up, you sighed, awaiting his arrival
you hear the door open and perk up; he’s finally home! you look around to make sure everything is in place for the night and wait for him to enter the room.
“welcome home, tooru!” you grin, and he looks around. his brows furrow, and your smile dims slightly at his reaction.
“what is all this?” he asks, and you swallow.
“i thought you could use a night to relax. with me,” you offer, gesturing to the food and shrugging. he sighs, and you pause. “you don’t like it?”
he scrubs a hand over his face. “i don’t really have time for this. i have to get up early tomorrow, and i can’t have any distractions, okay?” he explains. distraction? your heart sinks. of course he doesn’t have time tonight. you should’ve expected it.
“oh,” you mutter, looking away. “well, you can just go to bed without me.”
he nods and heads off without another word. you want to follow him to bed, taking any time with him you can get, but you still have to clean everything up, so you stay.
it’s a couple hours later when tooru wakes up, throat dry and scratchy. he gets up to grab a glass of water but pauses at seeing the light seeping from under the door. you’re still up?
he opens the door cautiously, careful not to make any sound as to alert you of his presence, and peeks out the door.
you’re wiping down the counter, chin resting in your free hand, and you stare down at the marble sadly. you look tired and lonely, and tooru’s chest begins to ache upon seeing you like this.
you put the rag down and rest your head in your hands, taking a breath. your stomach growls and you grimace, having forgotten dinner, but you resume cleaning anyway.
he opens the door and steps forward, making his presence known, and you straighten up, startled.
before he can say anything, you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water before handing it to him. he takes it from you, looking at you guiltily.
he feels terrible, now that he can step back and acknowledge everything that you did for him today. or, everything that you tried to do for him today. he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, and he knows you were just trying to make it better.
“hey, um—” he starts, but you cut him off.
“you should go back to bed! you have an early day tomorrow, right?” you ask, turned away. he winces upon remembering how he shut you down earlier.
“yeah, but...” he trails off, looking around. he can see all of the food you made sitting in tupperware containers, untouched. “you made all this food, and—”
“it’s okay, tooru. just go back to bed,” you mumble, scrubbing the sides of the pot you’re holding and sighing.
more than anything, you’re embarrassed. embarrassed at having put in a day’s work just to be shut down by someone who didn’t care for it in the first place. now, all you want is for him to just leave.
“hey,” he coaxes gently. “you haven’t had dinner, right? why don’t we sit down and eat?”
“tooru, i don’t need you to humiliate me even more than you already have, okay?” you blurt, face hot.
he stares at you, mouth opening and closing as he searches for something to say. it never comes, so he just nods, and retreats toward the door.
but when he takes another look over his shoulder, he sees you leaned over the counter, face in your hands, and he crumbles.
he pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in firmly. you make a noise of protest, but he shakes his head.
“i’m sorry. i should’ve appreciated everything you did for me today,” he murmurs softly, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you shrug.
“‘s fine. i know you have things to do,” you respond, and he turns you around to look at him.
“hey,” he tilts your chin up. “that’s not an excuse. i should’ve set aside time for you, too.”
you smile a little at that, and he pats your head affectionately.
“let’s take the day off tomorrow. we can do everything you planned for, ‘kay?” he suggests, hopeful, and your eyes light up.
you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. he coughs, laughing and burying his nose in your hair.
“thank you, tooru.”
suna
when it came to your housing situation, suna didn’t care about the aesthetics of it nearly as much as you did
even so, he liked to listen to you talk about the things you wanted to do with the place
so you decided you’d surprise him while he was at practice by redecorating everything and making the house look nice !!
you went out and found a couple pieces to put up on the wall as well as some little lights and things
you spent the entire day setting everything up and stood back, looking at it proudly
all you had to do was wait for him :)
you move the new lamp to the right just a bit, and look at it. perfect.
you stand back, inspecting each element of the living room to make sure it looks just right. you grin, excitement making your heart pound.
finally, you hear the lock clicking open, and run to the front door. rintarou stares at you blankly, and you beam at him, coming around behind him to cover his eyes.
“y/n, i don’t want—”
“i have something to show you!” you singsong proudly, leading him to the living room. he grunts, and you uncover his eyes.
“tada!! what do you think?” you wait eagerly, reading his face as his eyes scan over the room. he scoffs, and you frown. “what?”
“it looks like you chewed up a salad and spit it out all over our room,” he mumbles, gesturing to the house plants you bought just to decorate. you gulp before laughing nervously.
“i don’t know, i kind of like it!” you offer, and he cringes.
“well, it’s your idea. doesn’t matter what i think about it,” he shrugs, and his obvious disapproval stings.
“of course it does! i wanna know what you think,” you murmur, and he shrugs yet again, tiredly shuffling into the bedroom wordlessly.
disappointed, you finally let your shoulders fall sadly. you hadn’t expected him to be over the moon about it, but you still wanted him to like it.
you feel stupid; it’s his room too, and his approval is just as important as yours.
you go to pick up one of your hanging plants, taking it off its hook and holding it up. it’s got the greenest leaves you’ve ever seen, and you think it might be your favorite one.
you bring it up to your face and sigh. “you’re a beautiful plant. i hope your life is good to you,” you whisper, kissing its leaves. you once saw on tv that talking to your plants makes them grow nice and strong, and while rintarou always made fun of you for it, you started doing it anyways.
one by one, you take the plants down, whispering affirmations to them along the way.
—
suna’s stomach grumbles loudly, and he groans. he didn’t get the chance to stop for dinner on the way home, and now he’s paying for it.
he’s about to open the door to the living room when he hears something. it sounds like mumbling, though he can’t make out what you’re saying.
slowly, he pushes the door open just a crack and puts his ear against it.
“you’re the last one, little guy,” you say quietly, and he opens the door just a tad bit more, peeking through it. his eyes widen; all of your plants are sitting on the counter, removed from their initial places. you’ve taken down the lights, too, and put the lamps in a box. you laugh, but suna can tell it’s not real.
“rintarou never really liked plants, i guess. should’ve thought about it before i messed his living room up,” you shrug sadly, and his heart sinks.
he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings; the plants were really a nice touch! he was just passive about these things, and he didn’t think you’d take his commentary to heart.
“i hope you get lots of water and plenty of sun when i take you back. please grow strong,” you whisper, and suna pauses. take you... back? you’re gonna return them?
he opens the door, and you turn around sharply, alert.
“talking to the plants again?” he teases, hoping to lighten up the mood, but you just stare back down at the pot your holding. his chest hurts at the sight, and he pads over to you, taking the plant from your hands.
“let’s just put these back up, okay?” he suggests, but you shake your head.
“‘m just gonna return them,” you answer quietly. “i don’t wanna keep them up if you don’t like them.”
“but—” he protests, but you cut him off quickly.
“it’s fine, rin. it’s not a big deal.”
you turn away, organizing the rest of the plants, and rintarou sighs helplessly.
but then, an idea pops into his head, and he blinks once before sighing again, defeated. fuck it, he thinks.
“i’m sorry for calling you chewed up salad,” he mumbles, embarrassed. you freeze, turning around slowly.
“..what?”
“i think you’re a, er, very beautiful plant. you have nice... leaves?” he cringes, holding the plant to his face, and you chortle, laughing loudly. suna softens at the sound, relieved at finally hearing a real laugh from you. he walks toward you, holding the plant next to his ear. “i think it wants to stay,” he whispers, and you sigh.
“i don’t want to decorate our house with things you don’t like, rintarou.”
“baby,” he says gently. “i didn’t mean it like that, okay? i think our house will look perfect however you decide to decorate it,” he shrugs, and you exhale, letting him hold you.
“okay, okay.”
“i think so too!” suna imitates whinily, shaking the little plant at you, and you giggle happily.
a/n: the term sapphic includes all wlw and nblw, so i didn’t make this lesbian specific! fellow bisexuals hello~~! i hope ppl enjoy this :’)
- you were best friends with him and iwaizumi since childhood, and the friendship was the best thing in your life. you laughed with them, cried with them, literally everything was shared between you all—except you never really felt the need to put a label on your sexuality
- they both lowkey knew you liked girls, but their wonderings were confirmed one day at lunch, when one of oikawa’s fangirls came up to your table
- what they didn’t know is that the girl had been in your class, and you literally could not keep your eyes off of her (respectfully). she was absolutely gorgeous, and the conversations you had had together were always insightful but you just assumed she liked oikawa
- so when she showed up to your table, you were so surprised that you embarrasingly choked on your water with iwaizumi having to slap your back a couple times
- seeing the card and chocolates in the girls hands, your heart sunk—but you still apologized for messing up her confession to oikawa
- as you started to get up to leave (and mope), the pretty girl reaches out and grabs your wrist.
- “actually y/n,” she said confidently “i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date this weekend with me!” she thrust the chocolates into your hands with slightly shaky hands—cute.
- you don’t know whose eyes are wider, yours or oikawa’s (iwaizumi was just grinning) as you nodded your head and quickly agreed, blushing as she kissed your cheek and said goodbye
- you plopped down, absolutely stunned that that just happened
- meanwhile, oikawa and iwaizumi had a silent conversation with their eyes before the latter put a head on your shoulder
- “i’m very proud of you y/n. mostly for being you but also because you managed to get a girlfriend before oikawa”
- “HEEEEYYY— okay i’m also proud of you and i’m glad you’re comfortable BUT IWA-CHAN THAT WAS RUDE !! i could get a girlfriend” he huffs while bringing you into a half hug
- you just chuckled, still kind of stunned that you got a date with such a pretty girl. but you were also so happy that your childhood friends accepted you as you were
- “oh my god.”
- “what y/n!”
- “i don’t know what i should wear,” you mutter, and iwaizumi groans because he knows exactly why you said this—
- “Y/N-CHAN NEVER FEAR! IWAIZUMI AND I SHALL HELP!”
- “what have you done,” iwaizumi whispers to you, and you whisper back “it’ll make him feel better...and i seriously need help.”
- laughing along with your best friends, you didn’t think you could be any happier—until this weekend’s date, of course.
i’ll probably make this a series cause it’s so cute teehee
I've been slacking @ writing fanfiction about the 2D men I simp for because I'm planning my actual wedding lmao it's stressful trying to please my family but LOOK AT MY DRESS!!!!!!!!
Summary: Fluff, a little angst, more fluff. Falling for the university’s ace volleyball player was a mistake. After all, how could he feel the same for a girl who’s comically tall?
Word Count: 1500
Tall. Since you were a kid, that was the first thing anyone noticed about you. You hadn’t gone a day in your life without some stranger asking if you played basketball. And although you didn’t play basketball, you were fairly proud of your height. You could reach high shelves. Your speed-walking was unrivaled. And when you wore heels, you were a force to be reckoned with. For those reasons and more, you loved your height.
Until you didn’t.
It was your junior year of college when your height turned into an insecurity--because of him. Iwaizumi Hajime, the ace of the college volleyball team.
You had, of course, seen Iwaizumi on the court. He had been larger than life out there, scoring points right and left with his killer spikes, glistening under the bright lights of the gym.
You always wanted to congratulate him after his wins, but you were intimidated by the group of fangirls who constantly crowded around him and the team’s setter, Oikawa.
Instead, you’d always sprint over to high-five your cousin, Tsubasa, who played on the team as a middle blocker. Then you’d head out, trying to make your way to the exit before getting too caught up in the crowd of spectators.
And it could have gone on this way for quite some time--the spheres of your worlds almost touching, but never colliding. But then, a professor paired you together for a group project.
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Iwaizumi was more than the stranger you observed at your cousin’s volleyball games. You learned things about him that you couldn’t have inferred from his ferocity on the court. That is to say that now you knew-- Iwaizumi was cool, he was smart, and he stood at 5’10”, approximately four inches shorter than you.
You sat in the library, having become study partners after completing such a successful project. You would sit across from each other, for the most part, working silently, but occasionally cracking a joke or having a quiet conversation.
“You know, y/n,” he commented, looking up from his laptop, “I’ve seen that you always come to our games. You usually stop to talk to Tsubasa after, but then, you’re out the door pretty fast.”
“Yeah,” you murmured, bookmarking a source before meeting his piercing gaze. “Tsubasa is my cousin, actually. My parents wanted him to look after me, so he and I share an apartment. And I try to support him by coming to his games.”
“I see. The height must be genetic, then,” he chuckled, thinking of Tsubasa, who stood at 6’5”, and could block practically any ball that came his way.
“Yeah, both my dad and my uncle are quite tall. I’m 6′2″ myself,” you smiled awkwardly, pushing a strand of hair behind your right ear.
“But in any case, if you were always at our games, why did you never come meet the rest of the team? Or even say hi to a few of us?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t have missed out on anything, really!” You waved a hand nonchalantly. “You and Oikawa are constantly surrounded by pretty girls anyways. They show up to cheer you on, wearing those adorable dresses, and looking up at you with giant heart eyes!” You laughed.
Iwaizumi sighed. “I’d say they’re more interested in Stupidkawa, if anything.”
“Clearly you haven’t seen the way you glisten under those gym lights, Iwa-chan.”
His cheeks reddened at your teasing words, and he looked back down at his computer, trying his best to get back to work, or at least, to look like it.
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It didn’t take much to make you fall for him.
Maybe it was his crooked smile, or the way he cracked jokes and then scratched nervously at the back of his neck. Maybe it was his green eyes, or the way he’d guide you through an equation by leaning over your shoulder and lightly marking the page with his pencil. Whatever it was, you felt at ease with him. And it was starting to hurt.
It hurt every time a petite, beautiful girl touched him on the arm and looked up at him.
It hurt seeing him laugh and smile with the fangirls who adored him so much.
It hurt seeing other eyes watching him, mentally undressing him as he studied next to you.
So you decided--you needed some distance from him. Maybe a lot of distance. Whatever it took for you to get over this crush that was eating you up inside.
“I’m sorry to cancel, but something’s come up,” you messaged him.
“No worries,” he replied. “Study next time?”
“I’ll let you know.”
You didn’t.
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You had stopped studying with him. You had stopped coming to his games. You had even stopped replying to his messages. Iwaizumi was pissed.
What had he done wrong? Had he done something, said something, that made you uncomfortable? It was like you fell off the face of the planet, right when he thought things were falling into place!
He hit a ball so hard that his teammate yelped, narrowly dodging it.
He was glad practice was wrapping up for the day. He was hoping that the steam of the shower would melt away some of these bad feelings.
Then he saw Tsubasa, toweling off and throwing on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
He couldn’t stop himself from asking. He strode up, trying his best to soften the frustration on his face.
“Tsubasa,” he began, looking at the taller man with sharp eyes, “is y/n okay? I feel like she’s just...fallen off the face of the earth. She won’t reply to my messages, and I just want to know, you know, if I did something wrong.”
Tsubasa looked down at his shoes, considering his words. “Yeah, y/n is...hurting, I guess. I asked her why she stopped coming to games, and she just said...that when she sees you on the court, it makes her want to cry.” He frowned a little, tying his shoes.
“We were spending a lot of time together, but suddenly, she was blowing me off.”
“Um, Iwaizumi, how do I say this? I don’t think she wanted to. She has a lot of insecurities,” he stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “In any case, I’m going out with some friends tonight. So maybe you should stop by our place. Clear this up in person, you know? I’ll text you the address.”
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You weren’t expecting to see him when you opened the door, and the shock showed on your face. “Uhh...Iwaizumi. What are you doing here?”
“Your cousin sent me the address.” He lifted his phone, showing you the message from Tsubasa. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, y/n. I don’t know what I did, but I want to make it right. Can I come in?”
You sighed, but stepped aside, and he walked past you, carefully slipping his shoes off then continuing towards your living room.
“Look, Iwaizumi. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s...it’s me.” You focused your eyes on the floor, unable to meet his gaze. “I started to get these feelings, feelings I knew you couldn’t return. So I was trying to put some distance between us.”
His eyes widened, but you didn’t look up to see it.
“I’m...sure you’re uncomfortable now. I’m sorry. You can go if you want.”
“Y/n...what the hell are you going on about?”
Tears streamed down your face, and you wiped at them uselessly. “That’s...pretty harsh, Iwa.”
“No, I mean--no, don’t cry, y/n! I didn’t mean--fuck!” He pulled you into his arms, feeling you sob. “How could you think that lowly of yourself? Y/n, you...”
You sobbed even more at his words, taking them as a piss-poor attempt at comforting you. “I know that the other girls--your fangirls, the girls in class--want you. I see how they look at you. They want you, too. And they look so good next to you. I’m so comically tall. I’m stupid looking. It would be an embarrassment to be with someone like me.”
You pushed against him, and he released you, staring wide-eyed at your shaking form.
“Y/n...did you just tell me that...you think I could never like you, because you’re taller than me?”
You didn’t say anything, instead just nodding.
“Y/n,” he laughed, combing his fingers through his messy, dark hair, “I’ve literally had feelings for you all this time. You thought I didn’t like you back because you’re tall? What kind of guy would I be if I couldn’t handle my girlfriend being four inches taller than me?”
You finally looked at him, utter shock on your face. Insert surprised pikachu meme
“You want to be with me?”
“You know, you’re kind of a dumbass, y/n. Yeah, I want to kiss you. And hug you. And,” he whispered, “make you scream my name. So let me show you how badly I want you.”
He pulled you into a passionate kiss. Then another, then another.
Even before his coffee, he was all smiles and cheerful greetings
"Good morning, y/n-chan!"
He always made an effort to call you by your name, even though to most people, you were just a passing face
He'd order two drinks, so you thought maybe he was seeing someone
A black coffee and a french vanilla latte
One day, you finally worked up the courage to ask him why he was such an early riser
"Oh, I didn't tell you? I'm on the mens volleyball team, and we practice at 6:30 am every day."
"Oh, wow, you are? I've heard that the university volleyball team is amazing!"
He grinned at the compliment
"Y/n-chan, you should come to our game this weekend. That is, if you want to. I'd introduce you to the team."
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously
"Oh, but wouldn't it be awkward for you, Bokuto-san? I mean, I always assumed the latte was for your girlfriend..."
He laughed loudly
"Actually, y/n, the latte is for me. The black coffee is for my friend, Akaashi."
You flushed, embarrassed that you had jumped to conclusions
"Um, Bokuto, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed."
"I'm glad we cleared it up, y/n."
He left with his coffees, a spring in his step
You blushed, thinking maybe he had noticed the way your eyes lingered on him, on his lips, on his arms
You were kicking yourself for that whole interaction
Meanwhile, he was hoping to himself that the feelings that had bloomed in his heart could possibly be reciprocated
How He Confessed
Though you were nervous, you came to the game because he asked you to
He was a vision on the court, and the team secured an incredible victory
Hesitantly, you made your way down to the court to congratulate him and his teammates
You felt self-conscious and shy, suddenly surrounded by tall, muscular volleyball players
But he waved you over, the biggest grin on his face
Your anxiety melted away
"Bokuto-san! You played amazing!"
"Aw, thanks, y/n-chan! I'm so glad you could come see us."
You weren't expecting the blush that spread across his cheeks, but he reached out to gently grab your hand
"Y/n, I know this is sudden, but I have to get it off my chest. Seeing your smile every morning, it gives me butterflies."
You opened your mouth, but before you could speak, he kept going
"I've fallen hard for you. The way you hum along to the music while you make my coffee. The way you laugh at my dumb jokes like they're actually funny. The way your push your hair behind your ears when you're flustered. I'd spend every cent I have on coffee if it meant seeing you smile."
You stuttered, unable to find the words
"Let me treat you right, y/n."
You stepped closer to him, your voice coming out in a whisper
"Bokuto, I can't get my heart to calm down. How can you just say things like that?"
He laughed, loudly and fully
"Y/n-chan, just say you'll be my other half. I'm so smitten with you."
You breathed out shakily
"Yeah, Bo. I'll be your other half."
He cheered, and his teammates looked over at you, smirking
"Bokuto finally confessed. Thank god, that lovesick idiot was such a pain!"
Summary: Fluff. You’re sick and tired of Oikawa Tooru’s meddling. But maybe his new scheme will change your mind, and you could actually fall for Iwa-chan!
Word Count: 774
You were getting real sick of Oikawa Tooru's shit.
He had been going out with your best friend for a few months now, and you were glad that she was happy. That, at least, wasn't the issue at hand.
The problem was that the extremely annoying captain of the university volleyball team had been heckling you relentlessly to go on a date with his best friend. And it was becoming more and more apparent that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Today, you sat at a table outside your favorite cafe, sipping your caramel macchiato and minding your own damn business, when he once again strode up to ruin your peace and quiet.
"Y/n-chan!" he sang, pulling out the chair across from you and willfully ignoring your dagger eyes. "Isn't it a gorgeous day?"
You dog-eared the page you were reading and placed your book on the table.
"Are you determined to ruin every quiet moment I'll ever know?" you whined, removing your reading glasses and wiping them halfheartedly with the hem of your shirt.
"Too much quiet is boring!" he declared, punching you playfully on the shoulder. "Besides," he added, "I just came by to say hi. And to ask if you wanted to come to my game this Friday."
You narrowed your eyes. "Oikawa, I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Suddenly no Iwa-chan this, Iwa-chan that? You’re up to something.”
He laughed, and you grumbled.
“It's not a scheme, honestly. I just figured since your best friend will be there cheering on her amazing boyfriend, maybe you’d want to keep her company,” he reasoned, grinning. "Plus, we'll be having a pretty fun afterparty."
You nodded, considering. "Well, I'll think about it."
Friday came quickly and you begrudgingly attended the volleyball game. You wouldn’t readily admit it, but it had been exhilarating. Usually, you found it difficult to focus on things like sports, but for the first time, you’d found that you couldn’t take your eyes off the court.
Now you stood awkwardly at the afterparty, nursing a lukewarm beer in a stranger's house. It wasn’t like a certain brown-haired setter to miss out on the opportunity to get on your last nerve, but to your surprise, Oikawa seemed content chatting with your best friend and his teammates.
You couldn’t say you were disappointed. You reached down to pet a fluffy white cat who had rubbed up against your legs, cooing affectionately at him. “You’re very handsome, aren’t you, kitty? So handsome, so handsome.”
There was a chuckle, and you looked up.
“He loves compliments,” a man told you in a silky, low voice. “And he likes when people sing, in case you wanted to serenade him.”
“Oh. Is he yours?” You cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah. His name is Mochi,” the man said, smoothing a hand over his green button-down shirt. “And my name is Iwaizumi Hajime, by the way.”
Your eyes widened in shock, and you threw an angry glance toward Oikawa’s back.
“That annoying bastard,” you grumbled under your breath. “I knew it was a scheme. I have half a mind to murder him right here!”
Oikawa turned your way, seemingly summoned by your pure, unbridled rage. “Oh, y/n-chan! Iwa-chan! I see you’ve finally met!”
“Oikawa, I’m going to commit unspeakable crimes against you, just you watch,” you seethed.
“I don’t know why they’re so mad at you, Shittykawa, but I’m willing to bet you deserve it,” Iwaizumi mused, flicking him on the forehead.
“Ow! I’ve just been talking you up, like a good friend does! Trying to get y/n-chan to go out with you some time."
“Stupidkawa. I can talk to pretty people on my own, without your help. You really need to stop trying to set me up.”
You blushed. He thought you were pretty?
“Y/n-san, let’s get some air,” Iwaizumi grinned, “before you lose it and murder this idiot in front of a whole party of witnesses.”
Hajime wouldn’t really consider himself a romantic guy. But today, with his spiky hair slicked back and a bouquet of pink roses wrapped in cellophane, he was doing his utmost.
You answered the door with a colossal grin on your face. You weren’t expecting him, but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise--Iwaizumi Hajime on your doorstep on Valentine’s Day, bouquet in one hand, the other one scratching at the nape of his neck nervously.
“I hate to let Shittykawa think he was right, but,” he chuckled, offering you the flowers. “I’m in love with you, y/n. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
If it was possible. you smiled even bigger. Even brighter.
“Then, Hajime... are we together?” you wondered aloud, caressing his cheek.
“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m all yours.”
Those words were all it took. Your lips met in a passionate kiss.
Summary: Angst to Fluff. You and Iwaizumi have an argument that leads to misunderstandings and self-isolation. Will you be able to sort it out?
Word Count: 597
It had been a foolish argument.
You had wanted to spend more time together, time that Iwaizumi didn't have to spare, and he was stressed. No doubt he hadn't meant to lash out at you like he did, but his harsh words hit you like a train, and to be honest, you had already been struggling.
The next day, you weren't in your seat for your shared lecture. Then the day after that, and then the day after that. Iwaizumi had thought that this would blow over, but he was starting to realize maybe it wouldn't.
So he found himself standing outside your apartment, trying to figure out how he was going to make this right.
His fist was raised to knock when the front door opened. He was suddenly face to face with your roommate, who was on her way to class.
"Oh...hello, Iwaizumi-san. I honestly didn't expect to see you around here anymore."
He tipped his head quizzically, met by your roommate's indifferent shrug.
"I guess I just thought you and y/n had broken up. They haven't left their bedroom for days," she answered. "Well, you can head in. Whatever happened, just try to lift them out of this funk. They're going to start failing assignments."
Iwaizumi nudged past her and into the entrance of your apartment. It was so quiet, you wouldn't think anyone was home. He started to trudge up the stairs, arriving at the top fairly quickly.
He hesitated outside your door. He could see that your lights were off. He decided to knock twice, and waited.
No response.
He knocked again, this time announcing himself. "Y/n, it's Hajime. I'm coming in."
He turned the knob and gently pushed the door ajar, spotting your tiny form buried under a mountain of blankets.
"Oh, it's you, Haji," you murmured weakly, making no attempt to remove yourself from your pile. "I thought you were busy, you know?"
"You stopped coming to lecture. Dr. Yamato isn't too happy about that," he gently replied.
"I see. Well, you can tell Dr. Yamato that I'll be withdrawing from the course."
Iwa froze, taken aback. "What did you just say?"
"I said I'm withdrawing from the lecture."
"Y/n, what is going on with you?"
You shifted so that you were facing away from him. "Iwaizumi-san, I think maybe you should go."
"I'm not going."
You sighed, and shuffled into a sitting position. Your hair was sticking up in every direction, and your skin was dull and dry. He wasn't used to seeing you this way.
"Hajime, I...I'm going through some things lately. So I can understand why you're sick of my shit. I just started some new meds and they're...they're not working yet. I feel like I've been hit by a train."
You grimaced, resisting the urge to hide your face in your hands.
"I know I've been burdensome. I know I've been clingy. I've been thinking, maybe we should take a break."
He blinked at you, shocked. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I took things out on you when I was stressed. I've been busy, but I'm not too busy for you. I didn't want to make you feel like you had to deal with this alone…"
Silent tears rolled down your cheeks, and he gathered you into his arms. It was warm, and he smelled like citrus and spice.
"I don't want to take a break. Let me take care of you, okay? I'm so sorry."
Summary: You’re very nervous to break the news of your pregnancy to your boyfriend, Hajime.
Word Count: 834
You had fallen hard for Iwaizumi Hajime. That was undeniable. His tousled hair, unshakable determination, and cheeky smile all pushed their way into your heart. And when he told you that he felt the same about you, you really thought you’d die of happiness.
That was a year ago. And that year had been filled with romance, laughter, and fun. But now, as you sat on your bathroom floor of your shared apartment, you weren’t sure if your relationship had a future. Because in front of you lay not one, not two, but three pregnancy tests. All positive.
You put your head in your hands.
How were you going to break this to him? What were you going to say?
You gathered up the tests and got to your feet, wrapping them in a plastic bag and setting them down on the counter. Just then, your phone rang. You looked at the screen, for the first time in your life praying it wasn’t Hajime.
Oikawa Tooru. You sighed, but still answered his call. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Hi, y/n,” he chuckled. “I was wondering if I could borrow Iwa-chan tonight. An old friend is in town and he wants to go for drinks.”
“You don’t have to ask me to borrow him,” you stated flatly. “Just ask him if he wants to go.”
There was a pause, and you could almost hear Oikawa raise his eyebrows on the other end of the line. “Y/n...are you okay? You seem upset.”
“I’m sorry, Oikawa. I have to go. Have fun with Iwa-chan.”
You ended the call, hands shaking.
What would you have said, if you wanted to tell him the truth?
……………………………………………………………..
Iwaizumi came home to find you curled up with your fluffy white cat, Mochi. He sat down on the bed and stroked your hair gently. Your eyes fluttered open and he smiled.
“Mm, Hajime. You’re not s’posed to be home yet.” you muttered, still half asleep. “Tooru said you’d go for drinks tonight.”
“Actually, I decided not to go, since he told me something seemed to be bothering you.”
You pushed yourself into a sitting position, Mochi yawning next to you.
“Hajime I...I need to tell you something. Please don’t get mad at me.”
His brow furrowed, but he controlled his expression fairly well. “I’ll do my best,” he nodded, and you exhaled shakily, unsure how to proceed.
“There’s a bag on the bathroom counter. Can you bring it to me?”
He nodded and walked toward the bathroom, returning with the bag in hand. He passed it to you, and you fidgeted with it, unable to look him in the eye.
“Um, there’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it,” you whispered as you opened the bag and took out the pregnancy tests. “I’m pregnant.”
A moment of silence that felt like an eternity passed, and as it dragged on, you could feel the tears begin to leak out of your eyes. By saying it out loud, the reality had finally set in.
You decided, finally, to break the silence. “Hajime...you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want this. We’ve only just graduated college, and we’re really young. But now that I’ve told you, I know for certain that I already love this child so, so much. I won’t give it up, no matter what.”
You finally looked up at him, though your vision was blurred with tears. He pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses into your hair.
"Y/n, baby. How could I be angry with you about something like this? I wouldn't dream of leaving you, leaving our child.”
Relief hit you like a truck, your body wracked with sobs. He just held you, rubbing soothing circles on your back and waiting for you to cry it out.
You were having a baby, he smiled to himself.
He was going to be a dad.
……………………………………………………………..
Iwaizumi fidgeted with the wedding band on his finger as he sat on a bench at the park, watching all the children at play. There was a lot of running. He was an athletic trainer, and just watching this wore him out. He had no idea where kids got their stamina from.
He stood as he saw you coming, your arms full of drinks from the vending machine.
“I’ll take half of those,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. You were very relieved, because you were on the brink of dropping all four bottles.
The girls came running, all smiles and breathy laughter. “Mommy, did you get us juice?”
“Yes, Mommy got you juice. But you have to sit down and drink it.”
The identical twins plopped down on the grass. Their dark hair was wild from playing, and you smiled, thinking of how much they looked like Hajime.
“Let’s go into town to watch the fireworks tonight,” you declared.
Your husband nodded. “I think that’s a great idea.”
