featuring.á iwaizumi hajime
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff??
a/n: 598 words. if u saw me upload this earlier no u didn't
itâs cold, you realize as you step out onto the balcony. pulling out a cigarette, you light it up, take a long drag, and move to stand by the edge. the loud thrum of music from the party inside still carries through the walls. you thought coming here would help you unwind after a long week work, responsibilities, and endless chores piling up day by day. you figured getting a little tipsy and hanging out with familiar faces might help you forget for a while. but instead, itâs only made your chest feel heavier. you take another drag, letting the smoke swirl into the night. lost in thought, you donât even hear someone approaching until a jacket is draped over your shoulders, making you flinch.
âarenât you cold standing out here?â a familiar voice asks. itâs your best friend, iwaizumi hajime. you didnât like him much in middle school. youâd always argue about the dumbest things. but after ending up at aoba johsai together, somehow, you became friends. lunch breaks spent talking, helping each other with assignments, and you cheering him on at his volleyball matches, it all built a bond you hadnât expected. now, as adults, life has pulled you both in different directions. you donât see him as much anymore. you glance up at him. heâs taller now, his shoulders broader, his face more defined. in your slightly drunken state, memories of your high school crush on him come rushing back, uninvited. you shake your head, your cheeks warming.
âhowâd you know i was out here?â you ask, your voice a little steadier than you feel.
âasked oikawa,â he says with a shrug. âsaid he saw you head to the balcony. that idiotâs wasted, by the way.â
you giggle despite yourself.
âwhatâre you even doing out here all alone?â he asks, his eyes flicking to the cigarette between your fingers. he frowns, his nose scrunching up. âi thought you quit that.â
âold habits die hard, i guess,â you reply, taking another drag.
he sighs, running a hand through his hair. âyouâre gonna regret that tomorrow,â he mutters, but thereâs no judgment in his tone, just quiet concern. he leans against the railing beside you, his arm brushing yours. the jacket he draped over you smells like him, and so familiar it makes your chest ache.
âi donât know,â you admit after a moment, your voice softer now. âi just needed some air. itâs been⊠a lot lately.â you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, wondering if he can see the weight youâve been carrying.
he doesnât respond immediately, but his gaze lingers. âyou donât have to do it all alone, you know,â he says at last, his voice gentle but firm. âi know we donât see each other much these days, but iâm still here.â
his words hit something deep in you, and your chest tightens. you flick the ash from your cigarette, your hands trembling slightly. âi know,â you whisper. âi just⊠didnât want to bother you.â
he scoffs softly, nudging your shoulder with his. âyou could never bother me, idiot.â he pauses, his expression softening as he looks at you. âif you need someone, call me, okay? i mean it.â
you meet his gaze, your breath catching at how close he is. for a moment, the world feels still, the noise of the party fading into the background. âokay,â you murmur, your voice almost cracking.
his lips tug into a small smile, and you canât help but wonder if he notices the way your heart races when he looks at you like that.