Then a voice came blaring, suddenly, through the woods, huge and distorted.
“Freeze where you are, all of you… .” Cops. Everything was chaos. Beams of light swept across the crowd, turning faces white, frozen; people were running, pushing to get out, disappearing into the woods. <…>Then Dodge Mason came out of nowhere.
Heather felt like she could kiss him.
in which suna and you babysit osamu’s daughter for an entire day
-> this is the consequence of being moots with the queen of baby fevers @tsukkisfatsimp
-> genre : fluffy af, but the ending is even fluffier :0 | word count : 2.4k (yeah….)
-> timeskip!suna x f!reader (ft. osamu and a tiny bit of atsumu)
it’s 8am when osamu’s familiar knock on your front door pulls you out of your thoughts and makes you put your coffee cup down. breakfast isn’t ready yet, but you sure are.
you’re rather quick to open the door, behind which osamu seems to be much more struggling with the two bags swung over his shoulder than with his daughter happily sitting on his left arm.
« i’ll pick her up around 8 if that’s ok with ya » he tells you as you outstretch your arms to relieve him from her featherlight weight. « lemme guess, suna’s still asleep ? » he asks, putting the bags down in your hall with a sigh of relief.
you nod evasively, already too busy poking the soft chubby cheeks of his undoubtedly well-fed daughter, who’s eyeing you with curious eyes.
« does he know that- »
« he doesn’t know anything » you whisper with a smirk at the thought that he still has no idea of what your day is going to look like.
« well, she’s been callin’ for him all mornin’ so he better brace himself - she might be clingy »
i sure hope she will, you think to yourself as osamu gives you some last-minute instructions, before leaving a kiss on his daughter’s forehead and walking back to his car - not without one last wave and blown kiss.
« alright sweetie, now that daddy’s gone… let’s go wake your uncle up » you smile mischievously at her and she immediately mimics your expression with a toothless grin.
the sheer offensiveness of rereading something you wrote, discovering that, hey, it’s actually pretty good, and then reaching the end, wherein you realize that if you want more you actually have to write it
Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes → First Collective Appearance in each Phase of the MCU
↳ Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
↳ Captain America: Civil War (2016)
↳ The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)
pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader
genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn
word count: 3.2k
summary: In which Osamu finds that the stranger lurking outside his store window has a connection to his restaurant that he could have never expected.
Osamu remembers every single face that has walked through the doors of Onigiri Miya since the day they’ve opened. He has yet to hire another worker, manning all stations of his business himself. The rush hours always provided him with a bit of a heavy work load, but Osamu has learned a lot about diligence and patience. Business had been good enough; traffic was steady throughout the day, and he had his fair share of regulars whose orders he had already memorized.
The stuffy, salt-and-pepper haired man in the pressed three-piece suit always ordered two umeboshi onigiri and a medium iced green tea. The kind old woman that ran the shop across the street would come in for his salted salmon, and if he had extra, Osamu would throw in an extra tuna mayo. She’d always smile and give him a pat on the shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a way that reminded Osamu of his grandmother.
It was when the shopkeeper had slowly walked out of his establishment and back to her own that Osamu noticed you standing a few feet away from his storefront. You had been wearing a face mask, but Osamu could see that you were staring at his sign. Your eyes squinted at the block letters that looked down at you, before they trailed down to land directly on Osamu. You seemed a little startled at the fact that his eyes were already staring at you, but you were standing outside his restaurant, weren’t you?
Before he could lift a hand to wave you in, you quickly turned and walked away.
Every few days, either during the dinner or lunch rush, Osamu would catch a glimpse of you outside of his restaurant. You’d stare at his sign for a few seconds; maybe glance at the menu board that stood a few feet away from his entrance, or look at the pictures of his full menu taped to the restaurant window. he would see the way you studied each item, yet you always walked the opposite direction.
It bothered Osamu. Why didn’t you want to come in? Did his menu look boring? Was his sign uninviting? Is his decoration too traditional? Should he have made it look a little more modern? He grumbled to himself about it each time you peeked in, and walked away. Why do you bother coming so often if you didn’t want to try his food? Osamu huffed.
It wasn’t until four weeks later, when Osamu had posted three brand new flavors on his menu board that you finally deemed his restaurant worthy enough to step in.
You had stopped by a little bit later than usual today, the dinner rush had come and gone, and the only ones left in the restaurant were you and Osamu. He stood patiently waiting behind his counter, desperately trying to look busy and as if he hasn’t been waiting for this moment for weeks.
He waited until you were close enough to his counter to say his greetings. You nodded at him in acknowledgment, taking a seat at the bar in front of him. He handed you a menu, and your eyes roved over the words as if they hadn’t done so dozens of times prior.
“Can I get ya anything to drink?” He asked, and you took off the baseball cap you had been wearing, setting it down on the counter beside you. Your finger hooks along the ear loop of your face mask and Osamu realizes he’s seeing your face for the first time. You place the piece of cloth in your pocket, and Osamu fights the heat across his cheeks.
“Just water,” you said, and Osamu was quick to set a fresh glass down in front of you.
“What’ll it be?” He asked after a few moments, adjusting the bill of his hat and settling his hand on his hip.
You hum a little, tapping your finger against your lips before you reply. “I’ll have the combo #2 with the gyoza.”
Osamu nodded, “What two flavors onigiri would you like?”
“For the first one, I’ll have your most popular flavor,” you say, before closing the menu and handing it back to him, “I’ll let you choose the second one.”
Osamu raised an eyebrow at your odd request, but nods anyway, putting the menu away and walking back to give his hands a quick wash.
He begins to gather his ingredients when he noticed you take out a notepad and a pen from your bag, placing it on the counter in front of your water.
“So,” he says, starting the process of making his number one seller (salted salmon), “What was it?”
“Excuse me?” You asked, pausing the drink that was half way to your lips. “What was what?”
“Well, ya stood outside for weeks, so I gotta know,” Osamu said, placing the delicate filling into the ball of rice he was kneading in his palm, “What made ya decide to finally come in?”
You tightened your lips, awkwardly setting the cup back down on the counter and placing a palm on your forehead.
“I was that obvious?”
“Were ya trying not to be?” He laughed, looking at you expectantly.
summary: gym trainer by day, underground fighter by night—Hajime Iwaizumi gives you a front row access to Tokyo’s biggest underground fight club after setting his eyes on you as his shiny new toy. little does he know, you’re there to infiltrate the illegal underground fighting scene with another purpose in mind.
genre: angst, smut, underground fighter au, 18+
warnings: strong language, asphyxiation, guns, blood, mentions of police brutality, maybe some heartache
a/n: since a lot seems to be confused, the mc is not a cop like kageyama is. she’s an intel agent for the PSIA (which is an exact equivalent of a CIA agent) and they only work on a joint investigation.
masterlist -> part eleven
“H-Hajime,” you cried, your breathing becoming restrained because of his tight grip around your neck. Your own hand latched onto his wrist in an attempt to loosen his throttling, but he roughly pinned your hand against the wall to keep you from moving.
His moss eyes were cold and unforgiving as the revelation of your real identity left his mouth with a hint of distaste. You could compare the feeling to your soul withdrawing from your body or your heart being excavated out of your chest at your difficulty to process what he just told you. How could you possibly think straight when Iwaizumi had been aware of your true identity all along? Your mind was going on a downward spiral with all the questions running in your head: How long has he figured it out? Why did he let you keep lying to him? With the level of Iwaizumi’s wrath, he found your silence even more upsetting. “Why can’t you fucking admit it? PSIA Division 2-2, right?”
The deep breath that you inhaled simultaneously released the light tears from your eyes. He knew so much about you. “H-How did y-you know?”
He didn’t respond initially because he looked absolutely betrayed at how you no longer denied his suspicions. Perhaps at the back of his mind, he was hoping that you would say otherwise—that you were nowhere near to being an Intelligence Agent so he could just continue to love you. You were a deer caught in the headlights and the next words he spilled destroyed you in half, “You think you’re the only one acting? I’ve been acting since the day you fucking came into my training studio pretending that you’re this innocent girl who’s simply looking for a job.” He released your neck only to press his fist against the wall next to your face. “Do you ever wonder why I made it obvious how interested I was with you? Did you ever question how quickly we allowed you to infiltrate the fight club?”
You refused to hear any more of this knowing that it would crush you, but there was no escape to the truth. In a deck full of tarot cards, you were The Fool all along. “Hajime, I’m—”
“You wanna know why?” he didn’t let you speak so he could continue his monologue in utter vexation. “It’s because I was testing how quick and dumb you are to blow your cover! You had the audacity to get yourself involved with me when you’re working for the fucking cops! I actually thought you were smart but you’re stupid enough to let yourself be pathetically wrapped around my fingers.” He took a momentary pause to scoff while tears were pooling through the folds of your eyes. “The fight with Gia? That was planned. The fight between Kageyama and Tsukishima? Planned. Did you think I believed your stupid lies whenever you were around that partner of yours? Both of you are fucking morons.”
There was no denying that you were left speechless at how Iwaizumi had known about the truth behind you since the very beginning. You knew he was smart but you didn’t expect that he was exceptionally good at playing the same game you were playing. This whole situation was giving you chest pains like your heart could explode at any second because the ‘boyfriend’ you loved actually hated you since the day he met you.
“From the beginning, you fucked your fake identity up when the things you told me didn’t make any sense. How can you mess up the place you grew up in? How come you have no friends? How come you fight like a fucking assassin? You think I didn’t know you snooped into my phone? How you tapped Oikawa’s phone? Guess what, while you were busy sucking my dick at the storage room, I had someone tap your phone, too!” You stood in horror at the realization of what Iwaizumi was telling you—unable to fully comprehend how precise his ability to connect the puzzle pieces were. “But even before all that, even before you first showed up in my gym, I already had someone look up your real identity using the fake CV you sent me just to find out who you really are under all that obvious undercover facade. Nothing’s more suspicious than a random girl with a mysterious background to suddenly show up with clean intentions, right? You think I’m stupid like you?”
Hurt and shocked by his words, you were weakened under the intensity of his gaze while coming into your senses how he had always been one step ahead of you. How come you never saw this coming? Because you were too fixated with the idea of being in love with him, you failed to recognize the little details of his own intentions. You failed horribly, just horribly at doing your job right. The sudden 360 turn of this situation caused you to nearly faint in his arms despite knowing that he wasn’t going to catch you.
“When I told you I’d ruin you, that I’d destroy you, I fucking meant it. My plan was to fuck you up, play with your feelings, treat you like a whore, use you for your body over and over, and then dump you to the side where you’re completely devastated and broken. You deserved it for trying to spy on me and for using me to get some useless information. I was ready to wreck you over, you know?” His jaw tightened just as hot tears blinded your sight like waterfall. His words hurt you but the next few words were what devastated you the most. “...and then those plans went to waste when I got fucking attached to you.”
Your hands were uncontrollably shaking as you tried to reach for his arm. His eyes were full of pain and regret when you locked on each other’s gaze, but in a span of a few seconds, those very same eyes flickered back to anger. “Haji, I had—I only had to do my job. I’m sorry. I’m... I have to do what’s right.”
He paid no mercy when his hand had once again clasped itself around your neck. The strangulation left you gasping for breath and sobbing to gain a little bit of pity. “Do what’s right? You’re gonna turn me in to the fucking cops?” You seemed to have provoked his deep hatred towards the police because his eyes barely recognized you—in his eyes, you were no longer his girlfriend. Maybe you never have been. You were an enemy. A traitor.
“H-Hajime, y-you’re hurting me,” you begged, quivering from the fear overcoming you. If he continued choking you at this rate, you would soon lose your breath and possibly die of asphyxiation. You desperately inhaled and struggled to breathe while you clutched his arm with your remaining strength left. “I-I can’t breathe.”
It was so close. Probably 5 seconds or less, you would have passed out, but you watched Iwaizumi’s eyes snapping in realization of what he was doing to you. His green orbs widened in terror before he finally released you as panic ensued from inside of him. You coughed and panted for breath while your hand reached to soothe your throbbing windpipe. “Don’t follow me,” he instructed in a low voice. You were in the midst of recovering from your earlier strangled state when he scurried out of the apartment to pursue his original plan. You couldn’t run after him at once because you were trying to catch the breath that you lost, but as soon as you pulled yourself together, you decided to follow his trail.
“Hajime, wait—” you halted as you heard voices coming from your tactical earpiece and then adjusted the object in your ear after remembering that you had to stick to your duty.
“This is WB20, Tier 3. Agent L/N, we’re in the area. We’ve got you covered. Let us know our next move.”
You let out a breathy sigh and walked out of Hajime’s apartment to begin the chase. He couldn’t possibly be too far, so you pressed the button from your earpiece and spoke despite the hoarseness in your throat, “Emergency situation, I need back up. Suspect is on foot escaping from B5. Please block all exits from west of third street.”
I’m sorry, Hajime.
“Copy that. We’re on it,” the officer said before you could hear orders being announced from the other line. They were just one of the three units deployed for tonight’s operation. The other two units were taking care of the fight club raid along with the pursuit of Daishou. You weren’t sure which unit Tobio was deployed to but he was most likely with the Tier 1.
For now, there was no time to be thinking of your ruined relationship with Iwaizumi as much as it was destroying you inside. Even if your eyes were damp while you made a run towards the elevator, you could only think of catching him before it was too late. He didn’t know that there was a tracker on your watch which made it easy for the PSIA and the SWAT to go to your aid at this crucial time.
Much to your bad luck, the elevators were taking too long to reach the 7th floor despite your harsh attempts of pressing the button so you had to run to the fire exit and dash down the stairs in haste. Please, Hajime. Don’t run too far. It was better for you to catch him before the SWAT did because you were sure that he was going to fight them back.
In the end, you still wanted to protect him.
“Please.” You panted heavily after you reached the bottom of the stairs, sprinting out of the building complex to sight where Iwaizumi could have ran to. His truck was still parked outside of the complex which could mean that he didn’t get to ride his car because the SWAT team had already arrived. You saw the law enforcement vehicle blocking both of the entryways to the street as a couple of police officers littered the area to start the search.
“All units stand by,” announced by the tactical sargeant.
You walked along the street with the cops roaming around the place from a distance while you were covering your own area of search until you passed a dark alleyway. Just then, you felt your arm being snatched towards the dimness of the alley only to see Iwaizumi glaring at you in absolute spite. “You called the SWAT on me?” he growled, feeling betrayed. “You’re really damn stupid. I’m not a criminal!”
You held on to his arm before he could escape. “It was a direct order and I don’t have the jurisdiction to proclaim your innocence,” you answered, almost begging for his understanding. “Hajime, please just come with us. If you’re not a criminal, there’s no reason to run away. They’re only taking you in for questioning, I promise. Please.”
The pain in his eyes could not be hidden no matter how much he tried to conceal it. “Do you understand... Do you fucking understand what situation you’re putting me into?” his voice cracked through his question. “I’m gonna hate you forever for this.”
You never thought that those words could elicit a rush of ache inside your heart all while you two stood staring at each other. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you didn’t mean for him to be heavily involved, but the only way for him to get out of this situation was by cooperating with the people he hated the most.
“I’m sorry,” you said, shakily. Your eyes glistened under the moonlight as your tears were threatening to spill. “I never wanna hurt you.”
He averted his eyes and jerked his arm away from you. “You already have,” was the last thing he said when he made a beeline out of the alleyway to punch the first cop he came across with.
You ended up gasping in fright because you already predicted what was about to come. “Haji, don’t!” You desperately pressed against your earpiece. “Unit three, we have a 10-5 in progress.”
Iwaizumi was heavily influenced by the rage in his heart when he got himself involved with a fistfight against the cop. They tackled each other to the ground before Iwaizumi kicked the gun out of the officer’s hand and repeatedly punched his face without mercy. You believed that this anger he had was rooting from the betrayal you gave him. “I’m gonna wreck every single one of your faces!”
The officer tried to get back on his feet before he was slammed back on the ground. Iwaizumi then took this opportunity to take out his own gun but the officer used all of his strength to pull it out of his grasp and throw it away—you only realized that the strong officer under Iwaizumi’s hold was Tobio after the former snatched the lightweight hood off his head to reveal his identity.
“Hajime, stop!” you yelled, running closer to them before he looked back at you fiercely.
“Stay the fuck outta this or you’re next!” he threatened prior to throwing another punch to your partner. Tobio retaliated by grabbing Iwaizumi’s arm for a shoulder lock but the latter was too skillful to evade it. With the unsuccessful attempt, Tobio received another hard blow on his head.
“It’s smarter to just surrender if you’re really innocent,” Tobio spoke through his gritted bloody teeth. “You’re outnumbered. You’re gonna worsen your charges if you fight back.”
Think, Y/N. Think. Fucking do something!
You took their distraction to give a signal to the SWAT team and have them surround the two guys while you pulled your Kimber gun out. You loaded the firearm before you pointed it to the very person you offered your heart to. The very person you loved and cherished but had ultimately betrayed. It was agonizing to be in this position that you wouldn’t be surprised if tears had once again gushed out of your eyes.
“TMPD. Stand back down, Mr. Iwaizumi! We’ve got you cornered,” Officer Lee declared with a Glock 19 pointed at your boyfriend. “You’re under arrest.”
You drew in a deep breath, wiping your tears before you held the gun tighter in your hands. Strangely, Iwaizumi snickered at the law enforcement officers that surrounded him. “For what?” he questioned as a form of mockery. “Are y’all gonna beat me into a pulp like what you did to my dad?”
Holding your tears back in, you decided to speak, “One experience does not equate another, Hajime,” you melancholically told him. “They’re not gonna hurt you. Just cooperate, baby please. I-It doesn’t have to go this far if your conscience is clean.”
He hissed at you upon seeing how you aimed your gun at him. Ironic, he probably thought, how you say they’re not going to hurt me but you’re holding me at gunpoint. This allowed the guy to taunt you even more about it, “Shoot it,” he challenged. “Shoot the gun. I dare you.”
Tobio resisted under him. “You know she loves you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Iwaizumi snapped before he stood on his foot, approaching you closer and putting his forehead exactly at the base of the gun’s muzzle. If you pulled the trigger, it would be an instant kill. “Shoot it, princess. Blow my brains out and watch me die in front of you. That’s what you people are good at.”
His provocation was emotionally torturous because he knew that he was your weakness and he also knew that playing mind games would mess with your emotions really bad. Your hands were already shaking as your lips were quivering—you withdrew your index finger from the trigger while you blinked your tears away. You couldn’t do it. You didn’t even think of doing it so you placed the gun down at once. And by this moment, you saw a minute of his own vulnerability when his glossy eyes broadened at the sight of you refusing to cause him any harm.
You cried, too. Just much, much heavily compared to his faint tear. “Hajime, just surrender yourself. Please, d-don’t make this difficult,” you stammered as you broke down, “I have to follow orders, I-I didn’t want—I’m doing my job. Please let me do my job. It’s already h-hard for me to—” you could no longer continue because you struggled to form another sentence due to your muffled sobs.
You didn’t know if the worry in his eyes were genuine, but you saw him softening his stance after seeing you cry. ‘Just tell me what you’re crying about so I can fix it. I hate seeing you cry’, you remembered his words from that one night. Was it real?
“Do you need to put me in jail that bad?” he asked, once and for all. “Will you lose your job and get in trouble if you didn’t?”
You suppressed the weakness you had for him. “I might.”
“...Okay. Then stop crying.”
You stood, immobile and in utter shock, when he finally raised his hands in surrender while tilting his head to peek at the cops behind him. You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe how suddenly easy it was for him to submit.
“Hands on your back, sir,” the officer commanded when you realized that they took that specific bittersweet moment between you and Hajime to make their move and approach him from the back. Iwaizumi no longer resisted when they put him on handcuffs as if he had already just given up for your sake. He saw the pain in your eyes like you mirrored the pain in his. You never wished so badly to have had the ability to read what was on his mind with his sudden act of surrender.
This was the man who claimed to have hated you since the first time he met you. The same man who willingly capitulated to the police, in spite of his hatred towards them, only to cease you from tearing up.
Before you knew it, he was already being taken away leaving you with a hollow heart and a broken soul.
The whole criminal pursuit had been exhausting for almost everyone in the operation. Before you came back to the PSIA headquarters, you’ve already changed to your normal agent uniform—black slacks, black suit, and a white long sleeve polo underneath. This only meant one thing: your duty as an undercover agent was done.
All three suspects were succesfully taken in at 9PM. The fight club no longer existed as of tonight and everyone who were caught doing unsanctioned fights during the time of the raid had been fined by the police. You heard from your colleagues that this was one of the craziest SAT operations so far because they had to chase extremely skilled fighters who willingly fought them back. One of Tobio’s co-member even likened the raid as a ‘Street Fighter mayhem’. However, the hardest part of it was pursuing Daishou who almost escaped if not for the well-planned tactics that Chief Director Matsuda had put in place to ensure that he wasn’t going anywhere. Now Daishou, who had a gunshot on his shoulder, was taken in along with Oikawa and Iwaizumi to their own interrogation rooms as the respective agents and officers placed them under questioning.
You look awful, honestly. Even in a very corporate suit, the stress on your face clearly showed how this whole operation had taken its toll on you.
By 1AM, you were back at the headquarters to check in on Iwaizumi because you couldn’t stop worrying about him despite your desire to sleep and rest your poor heart. You were able to catch Agent Alisa while you were walking across the halls with a very troubled expression on your face and she was quick enough to notice you.
“He’s really handsome, I give you that,” she commented, trying to lighten your obvious down mood. You could see that she was carrying some files which were all probably related to this case.
You offered a small smile before sighing, “How is he?” you inquired.
Alisa pursed her lips in disappointment while shrugging at the same time. “He’s very... stubborn, I’d say. He refuses to talk and cooperate with the PSIA,” she revealed and you realized that it had been four hours since they were arrested. “Daishou refuses to talk, too, so all of our bosses are stressed. The Oikawa guy, on the other hand, reserved his right to wait until his lawyer arrives. I heard his dad has a powerful lawyer.”
Of course, Oikawa has a lawyer. He’s Oikawa.
“Who’s interrogating Hajime right now?” you asked, frantic. You worried that he wasn’t doing pretty well being inside an enclosed space together with the law enforcement.
When Alisa gave you a look of pity, you knew she had some bad news to tell, “I think he’s having an anxiety attack,” she paused, patting your arm. “You should go see him. He got very violent and he was thrashing around when I saw him so more police officers got inside the room and tried to restrain him—”
“Wait, what?!” Your eyes widened in horror. You could understand their intent to calm him down but with police officers surrounding him while he was handcuffed inside the interrogation room, it would only trigger his trauma. He would feel like he was in a helpless state. This was the worst form of torture that you could ever put him through. “Oh my god.”
You didn’t get to say goodbye to Alisa before you were sprinting across the hall, going through rows and rows of rooms—thinking of Hajime, just Hajime, the person you love, the person you care so much about—until you finally saw the interrogation room where he was situated in.
Needless to say, you were broken in pieces.
He was sitting on a chair with his head lowered and his hands handcuffed on the table. You could see his distressed face turning red with his eyes closed as if he was convincing himself that he wasn’t surrounded by police officers—by the same people who wrongfully assaulted his dad in front of his eyes. For Iwaizumi, this interrogation reminded him heavily of the same situation he had witnessed before and it was causing him to self-destruct. He was breaking down.
When he asked you earlier if you understood the situation you were putting him through, this was what he meant. He knew that he was going to be in this cruel situation but still ended up surrendering himself to the cops for your sake.
You were heartless.
“N-No,” you muttered, eyes filling with tears as you worriedly knocked on the glass window. “Please don’t surround him! Please, please!”
Chief Director Matsuda who was sitting across Iwaizumi quickly noticed your desperate banging on the window and immediately went outside of the interrogation room to speak to you.
“Agent L/N—”
“Chief, y-you promised me you weren’t going to have the police surround him during the interrogation!” you cried out, face contorting into deep remorse when you saw how shaky Iwaizumi’s fists were. He wasn’t doing okay at all. “Chief, I did what I had to do. Let’s not force information out of him. Don’t hurt him, please.”
The chief director placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before he gestured for all of his officers to leave the interrogation room. “Agent L/N, take a deep breath and calm down. I was talking to him as professional as I can. We only had to contain his violence for a brief second.”
Your staggered breathing allowed the chief to pat your back while you looked back at Iwaizumi from the window. “C-Can I talk to him?”
Chief nodded before he spoke, “You’re free to talk to him, however it’s hard to get him to speak. If you can assure him that we only require information to decide if he’s innocent, that might allow him to open up.”
As soon as you were permitted to get inside the interrogation room, the officers already left together with the Chief Director to go and see Daishou instead. You, on the other hand, were wiping your eyes while taking careful steps inside. Iwaizumi’s eyes were still hard shut and he was drawing in long, deep breaths with his trembling hands clenched into fists as he tried to gather himself to control his anxiety. The sight of it broke your heart.
Sitting across, you made an effort to touch his hand softly, “Hajime, I’m here. I-I’m sorry. You’re okay, I’m here with you. I won’t leave you.”
“I don’t need you here. You already got what you wanted,” he responded, almost indistinctly. The sound of his voice reflected the pain he was keeping inside, like a child who’s been hurt terribly. “Why don’t you just let them beat me up?”
You shook your head, kissing his knuckles and tasting the salty tears that came out of your eyes. You felt absolutely sorry for having to put him in this situation but you were only doing your role. “They’re not gonna hurt you. We can’t do that.”
When he opened his eyes, he saw how different you were in front of him. From your outfit to the official badge on your chest, he was revolted to see how you finally shed your skin to show him who you truly were. You weren’t the Y/N that he loved. His eyes were menacing, accusing, and all-the-more unforgiving at this version of you that was almost a stranger to him. “I’m not a criminal,” he uttered with conviction.
You squeezed his hand. “I believe you, Haji. I believe you, but we need you to open up so they can release you out of here.”
“What makes you think I’ll cooperate with those bastards?” he questioned, pulling his cuffed hand away from you.
Iwaizumi’s agitation had turned into frustration and those negative emotions were all directed at you. It crushed you even though you expected that this exact day would come where he would completely hate you—no, he despised you. He loathed you. He strongly detested even just the mere thought of you. You did this to him. You put him in here.
In the midst of his highly visible repugnance towards you, you still ought to be strong and understand why he was feeling that way. Hatred was a reaction you expected out of him after you emotionally tortured the guy for being inside this interrogation room in the first place. “Hajime, I promise you it’s going to be easier to just speak what you know. You can’t be detained if you’re innocent so trust me, okay? I know it’s hard to, but I promise that they’ll release you as soon as you speak your defense,” you informed although you were hurting to be doing this to him but you had to help him out, “Just answer a few of our questions, it’s all we ask. Please, tell us. What’s your involvement with the illegal gun selling?”
You received no response from him. Instead, his grim stare remained glued on you as you threw him more questions.
“Were you and Oikawa aware that Daishou’s dealing the guns to the black market?”
He scoffed, shaking his head.
“Why were you on the scene during their last transaction on the twelfth of October?” you continued to ask.
And he continued to ignore.
It was futile. He wasn’t going to speak, not now and not soon. He would rather rot inside the cell than to ever aid the police or even the PSIA because of his deep resentment and pride. Knowing Hajime, you knew that assisting the law enforcement was almost a betrayal to himself.
So you had to ask another thing that had been inside of your head since last night. Perhaps this time, he had an answer for it.
“You love me,” you spoke, keeping an unflinching gaze on him as you held your breath. “Was it true?”
That was the only question that made Iwaizumi turn his face away and close his eyes again. His chest was rising and falling more visibly with every second that passed. You knew that you should have mentally and emotionally prepared yourself when you heard his response, “No.”
He didn’t see the colossal pain that his answer hit you and crushed your whole heart and soul. You were immensely hurt and in denial because you wanted a different answer. You genuinely believed that he did love you. That he did learn to, even if he hated you for your job. That, for a brief moment, he was happy to be in love with you like you were with him.
“You said you got attached to me,” you reminded him of the words he said in his apartment. “Look at my eyes, Hajime. Tell me you don’t love me.”
He refused to meet your eyes and kept his expression cold. “I can get attached without loving you. There’s a difference.”
Bullshit. You wiped your eyes and suppressed the excruciating ache in your heart even though it was evident from your broken voice. “You’re lying. Your feelings were real. I know it’s real.”
“I’m not lying,” he insisted, his line of sight now gearing towards the table. “You’re the one who’s fucking lying. That’s your specialty. You used me.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You used me.”
“I didn’t—”
“YOU USED ME!”
“I didn’t use you!” you exclaimed, feeling the gush of waterfall being released from your eyes before you had the tiniest chance to stop them. “I love you, Hajime! Everything I ever said to you, except for my identity, was real. My feelings were real. I gave all of myself to you. I cared about you more than I should and I still do! I-I love you so much that I almost risked losing my job for you. Please don’t ever question how I feel for you.”
You already bursted into sobs as his grief-stricken eyes finally met yours. It was hard, it was difficult to feel anything else except for your heart-wrenching torment. Pouring your heart out to him seemed to be the only way to let him know how genuine you were with every moment you spent with him. You felt like you could beg for him to believe your words if you had to, because they weren’t fake. They were authentic emotions that came from your deepest feelings.
He, on the other hand, thought otherwise.
“I don’t love you, Y/N,” he declared, looking straight into your eyes without any hint of remorse. “I never did. You’re just a game to me.”
How long has it been?
Perhaps 4 hours since you left him?
Maybe 5 hours. Yeah, Iwaizumi was sure it had been 5 hours since you walked out of the interrogation room while weeping from the undeserved pain he inflicted on you. He could never forget the dejected look in your eyes because it was etched into his mind. He hated seeing you cry, but he endured it all in.
He hasn’t even gotten a wink of sleep since and he was wondering where you had gone to or if you were at least taking a rest because he needed his own rest and he knew that he didn’t deserve to be in this stupid place, but he wasn’t willing to be of any assistance to the cops.
Iwaizumi thought of how Oikawa was doing from the other room or if he had already gone home, presuming that he had already spoken for himself. Iwaizumi had no idea, to be honest. If Oikawa did leave without him, then fuck him. He should at least wait for his best friend since all these would never have happened if only they didn’t fall for Daishou’s threats.
What could that snake do, really? Even if he was backed up by the mafia, he still ended up in jail so that was fucking dumb of him. The mafia wouldn’t spend their precious time trying to save a try-hard gangster kid who was simply being appointed to follow orders. Good riddance.
“Good morning,” greeted a man in his 50’s, it seemed, who wore a suit and tie as he entered inside of the interrogation room without so much of a knock. The man later placed his documents on the table before Iwaizumi shot him a glare.
“Who the fuck are you?” Iwaizumi questioned, eyebrows creasing in annoyance. He wasn’t in the mood right now after that emotional moment earlier. “You a cop?”
The corner of the man’s lips lifted into amusement. “While I don’t appreciate your language, I’m not exactly a cop. I’m Chief Investigator L/N,” he answered at the same time he sat on his chair. “I’m also the father of the girl you love.”
Shit.
Iwaizumi kept his face stern despite his total surprise. “I got nothing to say to you, Investigator L/N,” he addressed the man in frigid politeness.
The investigator exhaled, tapping the table before nodding his chin at him in a seemingly relaxed manner. With his stance and watchful eyes, Iwaizumi could understand why this man gained such a high position in his department. He appeared to be very experienced for his title. “Hajime, I know you wanna get out of here and I’m here to help you.”
Still, as stubborn as he was, he chose not to respond.
“Hikaru Iwaizumi.” Hajime lifted his head up at the name of his father being spoken by your own father. The man sent him a look as if to say, bingo! and leaned back on his chair when he finally got his attention. “A few years ago, your father was an unfortunate victim of police misconduct.”
Iwaizumi clenched his jaws and balled his hands into fists. Flashbacks of his dad getting interrogated and beaten up flooded his mind as well as the most recent experience he had last night when the cops cornered him inside the suffocating four walls of this goddamn room. He was raging inside at the audacity of your father to bring up a traumatic topic right now. “What do you know about that?!”
The investigator opened his folder of documents before sliding it towards him. “I’m sure you’d wanna see this.”
You were woken up by the sound of Kageyama’s voice and you realized that you had unintentionally fallen asleep at the PSIA lounge. Checking the time, it was already 6:30AM and you haven’t gone home since you came here last night.
You winced from the sudden shoot of pain that you felt in your head as you tried to sit up from the couch while massaging your temples. A brief memory of your last conversation with Iwaizumi brought a pang of endless ache inside your heart after you cried nonstop until your mind had shut itself off. It was actually surprising how much you cried in a span of a single day. No wonder your headache was killing you right now.
And now, you found yourself at the lounge with Tobio’s worried eyes looking down at you. He was with the new girl from his unit who looked between you and him like she was trying to connect the dots. However, before you could acknowledge her, Tobio had already reached out to hold your cheek.
“You okay?” he asked, carefully checking your jaws from any bruises. You didn’t have much except the light marks you received from Iwaizumi’s strangulation. “You look hurt.”
“I’m fine,” you responded in a throaty voice, squinting your eyes. “I should be the one asking you that. He gave you a black eye.”
Tobio simply waved if off and patted your back. “I had it coming. He was angry.”
He really was, even at you. But what did you expect?
“Why are you here so early?” you changed the topic, glancing at the girl to send her a smile. She timidly returned it while looking extremely awkward between you and your partner.
Kageyama placed his hands in his pockets before nudging his colleague from the SWAT. “This is Intelligence Agent, Y/N. She’s the one I talked to you about.”
“I figured,” she spoke, acknowledging you with a kind smile. “Nice to meet you and um, we only came here early because we were asked to report for duty.”
Your partner soon pointed out, “Did you even go home to get some proper rest? You deserve it.”
You wished, but no. “I can’t. I don’t wanna go home until Hajime gets released. I’m worried something’s gonna happen to him.”
Confusion was displayed across Tobio’s face by then. “He just left,” he informed. “I passed by him when we checked Daishou just a few minutes ago. Him and Oikawa were released.”
What?
“Wha-Where’s he now?” you stammered, reaching for your coat that was sprawled on the couch. “I have to see him.”
The girl pointed towards a certain direction. “The parking lot. He should probably still be there.”
You were exhaused and sleepless and hungry but none of it mattered when you dashed your way out of the headquarters even after hearing Tobio yelling for you to “be careful and watch your steps” because you clearly look like a crazy woman right now.
You didn’t really give a damn if you looked awful.
The only person in your mind was Hajime although his words hurt you last night because, truly, was this enough of a reason to give up on him?
You’ve already been stupid for him once and you were willing to go at it again twice. Thrice, over and over. Because Hajime Iwaizumi was your only love and you refused to believe that this was the end.
You were gasping for breath when you reached the parking lot to see him walking with Oikawa and his lawyer towards a car. “Hajime!” you called out, running a few more steps until you were close enough.
He turned to you nonchalantly while Oikawa gave him a signal. “We’ll wait for you in the car,” his best friend told him before getting inside a black Range Rover.
You saw Iwaizumi’s weary sigh as he looked at you and you impulsively took the chance to wrap your arms around him—hugging him and never letting him go. Inhaling his scent, his presence, his mere existence. “I love you,” you spilled those three words masochistically. “I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for putting you through this. I don’t wanna lose you.”
“Y/N,” he strictly uttered your name while peeling you off his body. “Game’s over. Acting is just acting. I thought I made it clear last night.”
You shook your head in hard refusal and embraced him tighter, closing your eyes even if tears were building under your lids. “You didn’t mean it and you weren’t acting.”
His heart was pumping heavily from his chest but he still forced you to release him and gave you a sincere stare. You looked up at him as he ran his thumb across your cheek and wiped your tears away.
“I was undefeated since I joined the fight club,” he calmly said before withdrawing his hand from yours. His gaze locked itself on you as you listened to him talk. “But today, I’ll take my first loss with you.”
No. No, he can’t. “What do you mean?”
“Go back to your old life,” he stated, taking a step back while unknowingly stomping on your heart with each step he took, “I’m not the guy for you. Let’s never cross each other’s paths again.”
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