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i love reading sukuna fics not because i like his character but because hes such a bitch that it always has to be a “hates everyone but you” trope and i eat it up everytime
your relationship with iwaizumi as “new years day” lyrics.
warnings — hurt/comfort, rocky relationship with parents, food, mentions of drinking/being drunk, kissing, implied femal reader, not proofread!
Don’t read the last page.
But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you’re turning away
Iwaizumi presses the combination on the door much tougher than needed, lazily throwing his hand around to click the right numbers before walking in with a sigh, his steps a slight louder as he clumsily throws his bag on the table.
Walking out of the kitchen to greet him, you take a glance at him, immediately opening your arms. You engulf his body, rubbing his arm ever so gently.
“Long day?” You ask, your arms stay locked around his stiff body. He lets loose, finally. He rewards himself after his tiring day. Giving in to your long—but somehow so infinitely short hugs. Letting himself return the warmth you are so freely giving him.
You can feel his chin rubbing against the space between your neck and shoulder, you take that as a nod, softly pushing his head to lay down on your shoulder. “You get washed up and I’ll go finish dinner, okay? I’m trying this new recipe, let’s hope you like it, yeah?”
Another nod comes out of him, pulling his head back slowly. Cupping his face you take a look at his tired eyes.
A frown appears on your face, “Actually—How about I go warm up the water for you? Just sit on the bed and look pretty like you always do, okay?” He shakes his head this time, mumbling, “It’s okay, honey. You go make dinner.”
You shush him, dragging his hand as you walk to your shared bedroom. Pushing him down to sit on the bed and making sure he stays there before grabbing (what you think are) his most comfortable pajamas, carefully setting them on the counter you turn the shower on, making sure the water is warm before calling for Iwaizumi, gesturing for him to come in.
He begrudgingly walks in, dragging his feet with every step. As soon as he closes the door you rush to the kitchen, finishing the halfway made meal you were cooking up. You turn back on the stove, mixing each ingredient together.
Bringing a spoonful to taste your creation, you're delighted by the savory taste in your mouth. Opening a cabinet a few steps away from you, you take out two bowls, placing them down right next to the stove.
Carefully you spoon food into his bowl, then into yours. Bringing both of the steaming bowls to the table you both eat at. You rush back to the kitchen, grabbing utensils and napkins to use.
He comes out of the shower, hair still slightly dripping. Instead of the tired eyes he once had, it’s replaced with a small smile.
“Haji!” You rush up to him, opening the seat for him to sit down. “You don’t have to do all this Y/n. I can do this myself.” He chuckles, sitting down anyways.
“Let me do this for you, Okay? You do it all the time for me. Now let’s eat?”
I want your midnights
But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day
You wave your last friend goodbye, closing and locking the door. Turning around, you look at the trashed apartment with a sigh, unsure of even where to start. You scan the couch, wincing at how much of a mess the place is.
Maybe you could start with the bottles? Or the trash—
Clink!
Looking up, you see Iwaizumi, already starting to clean with three bottles in his left hand. Your eyes meet and he smiles, quickly looking back to wherever he’s walking to. Confused, you ask, “I thought you went to sleep?”
He glances back at you, shrugging, “Just wanted to help.”
Frowning, you answer, “it’s fine, Haji. It was only my friends over anyways.” He shakes his head, “Still going to help clean up” He admits.
Though you still feel guilty for making him clean up your mess, you begrudgingly accept. “Whatever, thank you.”
“Of course, hun.” He runs up to you, planting a quick peck on your cheek before running to the recycle bin, emptying his bottle-filled hands into the bag.
You start cleaning too, wiping all the spills, cleaning the wrappers, throwing away mindlessly tossed bottle caps. When the living room looks clean enough, you walk to the sink to start the dishes, but you stop in your place seeing Iwaizumi already doing it.
“It’s my turn to wash the dishes today.”
He doesn’t turn to look at you, instead replying, “Thought I could help a little more. You go rest, honey. You had a long day.”
You walk up next to him, ignoring his request. You bump his hip, physically making him scoot over. “Let me rinse them at least.” You argue. He tells you to go get ready for bed, soon after giving up when he sees you already on your second dish.
After what feels like forever you’re both in bed, laying beside each other. Your eyes feel like they’re about to close and shut forever, but you keep them open just because Iwaizumi is explaining his day. He diverts his eyes from the roof, noticing you practically asleep.
“Let’s go to sleep, yeah? We’ll talk in the morning.” He pats your head, rolling around to fall asleep.
“Wait,” You mumble, and he flips right back around, he hums softly—so softly that you barely hear it. “I didn’t get my New Year’s kiss.”
He laughs, using one cup to hold your cheek as he leans in, bringing his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, tasting the minty toothpaste you both share. Pulling away, you both share a lovesick expression.
“I’m sorry. Happy New Year, pretty girl.” He brushes your cheek with his finger, you place your hand on his arm, silently telling him to keep it there.
“Happy New Year, Haji.”
You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi
I can tell that it's going to be a long road
“Hajimeee you’re so cute!”
You were both going out to a bar with his friends when he noticed that Hanamaki and Mattsun had been influencing you to drink more than usual. Nothing bad–just too much for your system.
Originally, you were all going to go home together, with Mattsun staying sober so you could drive you home. Turns out that you had drunk so much that your night had to be ended earlier.
He quickly waves down a taxi, seating you carefully in it, before walking around the car to sit next to you.
He had drank as well, but maybe a third of what you drank. But he didn’t want to risk driving home. He puts on your seatbelt first, before putting on his.
You’re muttering random words, they all come out slurred and slow, but he can tell your babbling nonsense.
“Jesus Y/n, why did you drink for you and Mattsun?”
A giggle bubbles out of you. A sweet sweet giggle.
A smile forms on his face at the sound of it. And you return it with a toothy smile. Before he knows it your hand latches onto his cheeks, you squeeze the little fat on it. Iwaizumi watches you as he lets you do whatever you want with his face from squeezing his cheeks together, or playing with his mouth, he watches you intently.
He finally decides to step in when you try to shove your fingers down his throat. His hands instead interlock with yours. You finally lean back into your seat, watching the trees pass by quietly.
Even more sweet giggles come out of you in complete silence. Every now and then you look at him and giggle, and all he does is smile in return.
It’s nights like these when he really gets to appreciate your beauty. It almost overwhelms him, like a sunray shooting at him basically blinding him, or a strong shot of espresso that he drinks to wake himself up, you’re overwhelmingly beautiful. He can feel your hand start to play with his, his hands are rough and callused, but yours are soft and smooth, contrasting his.
He wants to hold your hand forever, he wants to bring the back of this taxi forever.
He doesn’t realize how long you’ve known he’s been staring at you until you squeeze at him, bringing him back to life out of his endless mind.
“Haji, what are you thinking so hard about?”
“It’s nothing babe, don’t worry about it.”
He realizes one thing that night. That he doesn’t care where he is, as long as he’s with you he could spend eternity there with no complaints.
I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe
Or if you strike out and you're crawling home
The house is empty.
Usually you’re home before him, so it’s a weird sight.
He places his keys on the hanger, which is usually right next to yours but yours lies empty. He takes his shoes off and walks in.
Last week you had gotten a huge promotion, and you went to the bar with him to celebrate. You wore a glittery dress that night. He still finds glitter on the couch or the floor after that.
That night you had decided to also make plans with your parents. Your relationship had always been a little bit rocky with them, but they still were your parents after all. Iwaizumi remembers the next afternoon you were on call with them, and he was seated right next to you, squeezing your hand in reassurance.
He spends the silence in the shower, he cooks dinner in the silence. But soon the noise is filled with the sound of sizzling and popping.
That’s until he hears the door open.
Turning the stove to low, he walks to the door with his arms open, expecting a smiley face.
But instead your eyes are rimmed with red, and your eyes are too puffy. Your face is surprisingly calm, which is a weird sight.
He watches as you take your shoes off in an oblivious state until you look up. And you immediately burst into tears at the sight of him.
You're glad his arms are open and waiting for you, because you run into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and sobbing into his neck.
His arms immediately tighten around you, gently patting your head, letting you cry your heart out.
“Haji–I tried, I really did,” You can feel your throat closing up, small hiccups come out of you as you pull away to look at him. “I don’t know why they’re like this–I try so hard but–”
His rough hands gently wipe your tears away, he then pulls you in again, “I know, baby. I know you tried really hard.” He mutters into your hair. That elicits another sob from you, and you can’t help but let everything out.
You continue muttering incoherent sentences into his shoulder, letting every single thought out, he stays quiet, rubbing your back and muttering words of comfort every few seconds.
Then, it’s silence, again.
This isn’t the kind he enjoys, he wants to hear your voice again, but you stay silent. Your grip never falters though, you still have him trapped in your arms (not that he minds).
After a minute of silence he softly pulls away, you let go of your grip. With your eyes still blurry you look up at him with a sad smile.
He admires your face for a few seconds, but it seems that time has slowed. Even though you have makeup running down your cheeks he still thinks you’re the most beautiful thing. Even with red puffy eyes you’re still the most beautiful thing to him. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead.
No words are exchanged when he wipes your wet cheeks, taking your purse from your hand and leading you to the bathroom.
You start again, “I’m sorry–I didn’t mean to-”
He quickly shushes you, hand caressing your cheek he gives you another peck on the forehead. “Don’t apologize angel, you shouldn’t keep it all in.”
You nod silently, a small smile grows on your face at his words.
He gives you a kiss before muttering, “Dinner will be done in a few, I know you didn’t eat there. Freshen up, okay? I love you.”
A smile adorns your face–a lovesick one. You pull him into one last hug before answering him, “I love you too, Haji.”
a/n — first haikyuu work how do we feel… this was originally for jay from enhypen and its been in the works since SEPTEMBER…
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