you didn’t set out to homewreck their relationship on both ends, really. if anyone were to ask you, it was a stroke of fate—you’d just happened across the both of them. suguru, who approached you at a bar and bribed you to the back with a drink. who brought you to the perfect line between drunk and tipsy, giggling endlessly and listing into his side, unable to hold yourself up fully. who took off his wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand before taking you to bed. who took you apart with the skill of a man with years of experience.
years he had; after all, you woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing, a call from ‘love’ blaring at you from the screen.
he winks at you as he leaves, securing a teasing promise that you won’t tell anyone. you don’t. instead, you smear a kiss at his collar. you ask to see him again, and when you do, you make a game out of trying to leave evidence behind—when suguru pulls you back by the hair, making filthy promises to fuck you in his husband’s bed, you moan and scratch your way down his back. when he ties you up, calling you his pretty little dove, you pull the skin of his neck into your mouth and suck until it bruises. when he gags you, telling you to be good, you whine and cry and hook your ankles around his hips, hoping this time it takes.
and when he finally, finally takes you home, fucking you on his bed like he promised, you just so happen to accidentally leave your g-string behind.
a week later, you see satoru while scrolling on hinge. older, beautiful, and clearly suguru’s husband. you’d seen him enough, stared down his picture while his husband fucked you in his bedroom. you’d imagined his face. daydreamed about the possibility of him walking in, of him watching you take his husband down your throat as he moaned your name.
this, you think, is better.
you match. of course you do. you start talking, you play it sweet, you act completely clueless. you have phone sex with him before suguru picks you up for another date. suguru takes you to bed, and you comfort him when he texts you about how his ‘roommate’ is taking a while to get home. when you finally meet, he doesn’t even bother to hide his wedding ring. suguru never does, either.
satoru fucks you angry. he keeps your hands clasped in one palm as he takes you from behind, panting heavily in your ear. when you turn your head to moan, he growls low in his throat and shoves your face into the pillow, smothering your whines. he makes you cry. fucks you until he’s done, uncaring of the way you writhe against him as it borders too much.
and when it’s done, he sits there, not even looking at you. he stares down at his hands, palms up, wedding ring still on. you run a hand down his thigh, lean into his side, and ask what’s wrong.
“i think my husband is cheating on me,” he tells you hoarsely.
you coo, bringing his head into the crook of your bruised neck. you run a hand down his spine, stroking your thumb back and forth. you press a kiss into his white hair. “it’s okay,” you murmur. “it’s okay. he’s not—he couldn’t be. who’d be willing to give you up?”
he texts you again a week later. you visit suguru at work, suck him off under his desk, then wipe your mouth and meet up with satoru for lunch.
fwb higuruma is jealous of your growing relationship with nanami.
higuruma knows he has no right to feel jealous. he was the one to set the terms when you first got together, to ensure you both stayed just on the right side of casual. you’re not dating, you’re not committed, you’re not anything more than friends that fuck occasionally. it’s all he’d allow himself. it’s all he thought he needed from you, until nanami kento came into the picture.
the shift occurs seemingly overnight. one day, you’re fucking casually and laughing together right after. you stay the night, you have breakfast together, and he leaves for work with the evidence of your exploits carved into his back while his passion blooms across your skin. the next, you’re leaving as soon as you’ve come.
the first time it happens, he feels like he could be sick. you’ve just hooked up after a stressful day at work, and he finally can relax. finally, because he doesn’t realise quite how relaxing your presence is until you’re immediately sitting up, shaking your legs and arching your back on a long stretch.
“same time next week?” you ask conversationally. he stares, startled, and only thinks to nod as he watches you dress quickly. you’re not usually so quick to dress—most of the time, you both lounge naked in bed until the sun rises.
“got somewhere to be?” hiromi replies after a moment, brows furrowed in confusion.
you flash him a grin. “yeah. i have a date with that guy i told you about—nanami kento?”
nanami kento. the name quickly becomes the bane of his existence. more than the righteous anger of his job, more than the minor annoyances of daily inconveniences, that name pisses him off. it’s like a two-word trigger to ruining his day. the name nanami kento escapes your beautiful lips, and he’s forced to seethe in anger until the next time he gets you in his bed.
nanami kento takes over your life. higuruma learns about him slowly through quick asides and brief mentions. nanami is your age, he’s blonde, a business man that still makes time for you, a gentleman that always pays for you on dates. he buys you flowers, he opens the door for you, he lends you his jacket at the slightest shiver. he’s the picture-perfect boyfriend, and he’s clearly trying to get his teeth on you.
nanami kento drags you out of hiromi’s bed before the sun rises. he encroaches on your time together. you’ll be with hiromi, ranting about something that interests you, just to be interrupted by a text from nanami kento. you’ll be mid makeout and be called by nanami kento. you’ll be freshly fucked, breathless and lazy, then pick up your phone because you have plans with kento for dinner.
your time together is coming to a close. he knows it is. this nanami kento may be perfect, but there’s no world in which he’d be okay with you staying so close to a hook up. even when you both insist you’re just friends with benefits, he knows you’ve always toyed the line of something more. you’re too open, too vulnerable. twice a week, you fall into bed together. you fuck, you calm down with a leisurely make out and slow conversation, then you spend the night spooned in his arms. you wake together in the morning, share a quiet breakfast, and kiss each other on your way out his door to begin your commute to work together. you’re all but dating already.
so hiromi knows that sooner or later, he’ll be left behind in favour of a brighter prospect. why wouldn’t you? nanami kento is actually willing to commit, to give you more than vague promises of a potential future.
(but you keep going back to bed with him. what does it mean? how do you wake up in bed with him, spend your day with the perfect kento, then return home—no, not home, never home—to hiromi once more?)
he knows it’s his fault. wasn’t higuruma the one to set the terms of your arrangement? didn’t he say he wasn’t looking for anything serious? he knows he only has himself to blame. these are the consequences of his own actions.
yet, he watches as nanami kento visits you at work. he looks at you pulling nanami kento into a hug as you greet him, arms looping around the man’s neck as his hands rest respectfully on your waist, and he thinks: that should be me.
For the first time since he was a rowdy pup learning how to shift, Valko is unsure of his wolf.
ABOUT | 2300 words. wolf!valko x fem!reader. suggestive. pre-relationship. first meetings. humour. fluff. slight crack/crack adjacent.
Ferns and conifers swallow his silhouette as Valko's wolf lopes through the forest, the underbrush embracing them in its shelter as they move.
The sounds are easier to distinguish here and his ears flicker to identify them. The sliding doors of two vans, boots crunching over fallen leaves, the metallic clatter of weapons being loaded and equipped, the low hum of a dozen voices.
Hundreds of scents swirl through the clearing ahead, a complex brew that his wolf sifts through instinctively, notes of loam, protocores, pine sap, gunpowder, and animal hunting trails picked up and discarded until the distinct aroma of his quarry is uncovered.
He halts behind a yew sapling, ears perking up when he catches it. Hind leg scraping into the forest floor, as if readying himself to lunge. Internally, Valko snaps in warning; you know better.
His wolf obeys but pushes a sigh through his nose, sick of the way Valko's been getting between him and his target every time he takes their body.
They lie in wait as the group of humans congregate and idle, his wolf's sensitive ears painting the scene on their eyes' behalf. Conversation quieting, the metallic rattle of a chain-link gate, rusty hinges protesting as it clangs open and shut, their collective disturbance slowly swallowed into the seclusion of the No Hunt Zone until it's silent.
His wolf holds their body still for a heartbeat, two. His eyes narrow into a sniper-like scope when his target appears next to the van, figure outlined by moonlight.
Without any obstructions, the scent swells, strengthens. Growing teeth that sink deep into his coat, standing the fur on his body straight up until his hackles raise and his muscles tighten.
Piercing yellow eyes never veer from the lone figure as Valko's wolf skulks toward them. He pads soundlessly across the forest floor until his body is flush with the van. The human, none the wiser, now merely feet away, fixated on the device on their wrist.
This close, the scent's become overwhelming. It thrums through the air like a magnetic field, tuning everything out except for bone-deep, primal chant of mine, mine, mine that even Valko isn't immune to anymore.
His wolf takes one step closer, another, then another, and all-too-late Valko realizes that maybe this isn't the best way to–
"Stop."
The command bombards him with a swarm of realizations, ricocheting between man and wolf like agitated molecules in a heated chamber: how did you know that they'd been– scent; you were totally spying, sneaky little hellion– mine; buddy, there's a gun pointed at our– mate, mate, mate.
That last word is expressed aloud through a deep growl of frustration. Frustration over the distance between you, over Valko holding him back, and over everything else that's standing in front of this wolf and his newly found mate – including the gun in your hands.
You startle at the sound, but your arm never wavers. "Don't. Move."
That's it, sweetheart, Valko thinks. Don't let this big lug push you around.
But for the first time since he was a rowdy pup learning how to shift, Valko is unsure of his wolf.
Not that he'd hurt you, never that, no wolf would ever hurt their mate. But you're a human and he's still a wolf. An onyx-coloured beast with mahogany markings, as large as the vehicle parked next to him. Who's being kept away from his mate. Who might not be mindful of your boundaries, or his strength, when it comes to having you to himself.
Before Valko can react, find a way to forcibly take back their body, his wolf sits, tilts his head – and whines. A 200-pound apex predator who cowers to no one, feared by humans and creatures alike, whining.
Nothing about your stance changes, but a curious, considering light slightly softens your gaze as you continue to stare at Valko's wolf. He stares back and slowly rises. Places a paw forward. Another when you don't react, as if he's trying to act casual.
Your brow furrows and your head tilts to your right, a hesitant glimmer of recognition flitting over your face. His wolf halts, snout just a handful of inches away from you, calm and attentive on the outside. On the inside, he's impatient as hell. Visions of him rubbing his nose into your skin and leaving his scent all over you project as a constant loop in Valko's mind and all he can think is: please don't embarrass us.
Completely ignoring him, his wolf sends a low rumble through his chest, a sound used to soothe newborn pups. And though the fear doesn't smell as acrid and acute as it did just a few moments ago, neither Valko nor his wolf like that it's still present.
Cautious about closing anymore distance, he lowers himself to his haunches until he's below your eye level, noting the size of your pupils as you take his features in, the loosening grip on your gun, the dawning realization.
"Valko?" You ask, incredulous, accusing. And yeah, maybe a little more annoyed than he'd been hoping for. "Oh god, tell me you didn't–"
At the sound of their name, Valko's wolf lunges forward without warning, headbutting the gun out of your hand and burying his nose in it, snuffling and licking and nuzzling.
You yelp and your fear skyrockets just as fast as it retreats, smothered by a relieved, hysterical laugh that has his wolf smug for all of five seconds before you snatch your hand away.
"I can't believe you– When I said 'you' shouldn't have anything to do with this mission, I meant every version of you." The biting tone does nothing to wipe the charmed smile from your face as you wipe your hand on the back of your jeans. "Ugh gross, your nose is all wet."
He takes that as an invitation, pressing forward again, nudging into your hip, chasing the hand you're keeping from him behind your back.
Valko would like to roll his eyes at his wolf, at this lovestruck, downright pathetic behaviour he'd quite frankly never seen him display – at least, not since he was a yearling still being carted around by his mother. But with one small whiff of your delicious, intoxicating scent, he instantly gets it.
"I told you I'd find a way to bring whatever we find to your research facility," you say, voice clipped and low. "Do you not trust me?"
His wolf butts his snout into your stomach when you cast a quick glance at the gate behind you, affronted at your divided attention. Finally, you peer into Valko's eyes and sigh. "Can you even understand me?"
Hunter and wolf stare at each other for a moment, the rapid whoosh of a tail the only sound in the clearing. When too much time passes he whines again, to Valko's chagrin. Like a damn puppy.
"I'll take that as a no." you giggle.
You tentatively offer him your palm and he finally dives in, rubbing and licking as he circles you. Covering you in his scent. Covering himself in yours. Valko and his wolf love your taste, like flaky salt and pine sap. Like warm sunrises and crisp leaves. Like sweet and warm and home.
Valko raises a brow as his wolf chuffs and noses and yips like the attention-whore he is.
"Shh, you have to be quiet," you command, finally giving in and scraping your nails across the fur behind his ear.
His body melts beneath your touch until he's a puddle of fur at your feet, belly flashing, tongue lolling.
Dude, Valko projects in mortification, where's your dignity?
Unfortunately for them both, that's the last thing on his wolf's mind when your nails move to scrape beneath his chin.
Mate. He thinks back, in a tone equivalent to "duh."
Valko's wolf growls playfully when you glance at gate behind you again, mouthing at the rubber sole of your boots, wanting all your attention. An indulgent grin curls your lips, and you lower to a crouch to reach him better.
"You certainly act like him," you note with a murmur. His wolf shuffles forward with his hind legs, draping himself across your lap in a way that has you chuckling. "Exactly like him, actually."
"Big puppy eyes. All up in my business. Hyperactive as hell." He paws at your stomach a few times and you snort as you grab it and move it away. Valko's wolf chuffs in indignation, sticking his whole snout under your arm in a wordless demand. "Bossy."
You sigh, sinking your fingers into his pelt, scratching a spot along his flank that sends his tail thudding happily into the ground. "As if dealing with one of you wasn't enough."
Your hand travels lower, the softness of your breasts pressing into him when you reach deeper into his undercoat. His wolf's muzzle noses into the crotch of your jeans, resting at the apex of your thighs so he can breathe in your pussy, where your scent is the strongest.
"You're so big," you murmur, staring down at the way his head covers both of your thighs, the way they strain to hold up his weight. Your other hand nestles into the space between his ears. "And soft."
Valko and his wolf both snort. There's nothing soft about him right now. As it is, his wolf can barely contain himself from rutting into your thigh. And if he had their body, his cock would probably be leaking from how painfully hard he'd be.
Still, Valko warns him: behave.
And yet underneath the instinctual urge to breed his mate, even Valko can see there's an unfamiliar sensation of levity, of joy that his wolf is feeling. Valko's never really gotten this from him before. Aggression, irritation, sure. But, never this carefree sort of happiness.
"Look at these mitts of yours," you tease, pressing the softness of your palm to the rough pads of his paw with a wide smile.
And maybe Valko would too if he was an outsider looking in. Stumbling upon a massive beast on its back, snuggling a human a fraction of its size on the outskirts of one of the most dangerous areas of Linkon would be a sight.
Usually when Valko's wolf has their body, his mind isn't really present. He processes and documents everything that happens, but it's like his consciousness is disconnected. In the passenger seat, along for the ride.
He's anything but disconnected right now. And he's completely in awe of how differently his wolf is behaving. Wanting your attention, but not pushing. Horny, but deferring the urge.
Is this what meeting your mate does to you?
His wolf huffs in an absentminded reply as he plasters himself to your lower abdomen, your womb – my mate will grow our young – and Valko would be damned if that response wasn't as condescending as hell.
"Hey, what're you doing?" He's moving around now, getting more playful, and probably not watching his strength as much as he should as he rests his paws on your chest to lap at your cheek, judging by the way your arm darts behind you to brace your weight. His tongue darts out again, over your lips this time.
Valko freezes when you squeal and thump the side of his muzzle. "Stop."
But Valko's wolf doesnt even snarl. Instead, he settles back onto his paws, resting his head between them, glancing up with a remorseful whine in his throat.
When you roll your eyes and reach back out to pet him, he lurches forward and laps at your cheek again, making you giggle softly. "You're like a giant puppy."
A rustle stirs one of the bushes nearby, snapping both your heads toward the sound.
His ears flick once before he turns back to you, smelling nothing more than a squirrel darting around. But your attention stays fixed on the shadows, moving from the forest to the chain-link fence.
"It's probably not much longer 'til my team comes back," you murmur. You turn to face Valko and smooth your hands over his sides once more. "You have to get out of here, big guy."
He gusts out another whine deep in his throat, this one smaller, more pitiful. The bastard's begging.
"Go on," you urge in a low voice when he doesn't move, waving your arm toward the forest. "You can't be here when they come back."
He tries another tactic. Lowers his head to catch the leather of your belt in his teeth, gives his head a little shake in defiance.
You thump your hand over his snout with a stern, "No."
His ears flatten, and he answers with an indignant huff.
If Valko could pinch the bridge of his nose he would. C'mon man, pull yourself together.
"Sit." His wolf hesitates for only a moment before lowering his behind to the ground.
Unfortunately, even when he's sitting, his head remains above your eye-level, leaving you to rise to your toes in order to place your palms on either side of his snout.
"It was nice to meet you, big guy," you murmur. "Tell Valko I'll come and find him after this, okay?"
His ears flick at the sound of his name, but the only answer he gives you is a low, mournful whine.
"And..." Your fingers curl gently into his fur. "Deliver this for me."
You tug his snout down just enough to meet him halfway, pressing your lips to the soft velvet of the peach fuzz between his eyes and nose.
Valko and his wolf still, their heartbeats escalating as one in response to open affection from their mate.
Then, as if deciding he needs the final word, his wolf takes one last lick beneath your chin. Smug when the soft sound of your laughter becomes the last thing he hears as he finally, reluctantly, trots away.
Valko is more grateful than he wants to admit that his wolf finally listens. He's going to need every second he can get before he sees you again. To regain his control before he meets you back at the facility. To pretend his harebrained scheme to have his wolf meet his mate, feel your touch, hear your laughter, and taste your skin, hasn't completely unraveled him.
Because if your scent had been intoxicating, the taste of you is downright dangerous.
➻➻ MASTERLIST
NOTE: Just an excuse to write about Valko in his wolf form and use one direction lyrics as a fic name xoxo
a/n: these are just my hcs so feel free to agree or disagree !
I want to keep writing for Valko so if you have any ideas feel free to shoot me an ask :>
hope you enjoy! 𐔌^. .^𐦯 ~
loves cats but doesn't get along with some dogs.
a menace in the kitchen. he's stealing ingredients before you get to use them. distracts you to steal a handful of chocolate chips that were supposed to go in the brownies you were making.
fights over who gets to lick the spoon and the leftover batter in the bowl
if he's not immediately letting you have your way, uses rock paper scissors to make decisions
actually loves coding and software engineering and uses his evol like a 3d printer. makes toys for the pups, holders for his gaming cotrollers, laptop stands etc. whenever he misplaces his glasses case he just makes another one.
loves to design and create new jewellery for you complete with pretty display stands or trinket dishes for you to store them with.
also uses his evol as a party trick for the pups. he's balanced coins on his nose, and bent and unbent many a spoon in the name of magic.
when he shifts into a wolf to play with the pups he says he's doing it for them, but really, he's the one who loves it the most.
somewhat superstitious: has lucky clothing items, knocks on wood, four leaf clovers but only believes in beginners luck when you beat him at something. (when he wins first try, it's called being skilled, sweets, just pure, hard work and talent).
keeps track of all his cousins individual interests and is suprisingly up to date with anything trending on socials.
knows exactly what slang terms mean but uses them incorrectly just to annoy you.
had piercings when he was a teenager. i'm thinking snake bites specifically. maybe even a buzzcut ... and a pickup truck that the pups loved to sit in the back of.
has said "this one's for you" when bowling and missed every pin. same with shooting hoops. it's happened atleast twice.
puts his arm around the back of your seat to reverse
always brings you bouquets of wildflowers he gathers from when he's out on runs and hikes. + knows how to make daisy chains.
has a little collection of sentimental items, movie tickets from your dates, letters and sticky notes, your hair ties.
has travel size versions of your perfume/hair mist/fabric softner so he can keep the smell of you (or the closest thing to that smell) when he's away on business.
in descending order: short fics/drabbles > headcanons > multicharacter > AUs. categories may overlap. everything is sfw.
❀ = personal fave
short fics/drabbles
plum (things borrowed and things given) by @passiontruit ❀
ding! by @noomon
you told me to do it scared by @ktsumu
midnight in the sky by @lou-struck
in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman by @irisintheafterglow ❀
you put hajime onto reading by @selarina
moving out of california with him by @kairakeiji
ride or die type by @wonderoustime
he’s your pretty boy by @heich0e ❀
home is where the heart is (and his heart belongs to you) by @kitashousewife
— uni meet cute
greatest gift by @softeninglooks ❀
hold me, never let go (listen to this song by rocco) by @shoulmate
i don’t even mind by @nejibaby
worth being second best by @bokutosmochi ❀
— general headcanons
— bf iwa headcanons + filo!iwa extra at the end
THE university hajime fic of all time. by @arhvste ❀
endearing things hajime does by @angelatsumu
with two hands to hold aka the hajime fic ever by @seiwas ❀
— third sunday of june (i think of this one every father’s day…)
change is bittersweet by @monstrsball
soft domesticity with iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer by @xoxojisu
neighbour!iwaizumi by @eightonenine
iwaizumi hajime fluff by @doggywoofwoof
iwaizumi cries when you walk down the aisle by @evamame
— taking care of you while you’re exhausted
— look of love
— iwaizumi attacking you with wet kisses all over
spotlight by @dearru
destined to meet by @twiishaa
hear you out by @stellar-haikyuu
a very worried man by @ottocre
headcanons
fluffy headcanons by @bumpkinnnnn
uni hajime brain dump by @mysterystarz
boyfriend headcanons by @miya-rin
boyfriend iwaizumi headcanons by @tetsunova
multicharacter
bad day comfort by @rishiguro
mutual crush by @quirrrky
mornings with the hq boys by @caernys
intimidating looking boys by @omitea
“cute” boyfriends by @lumiinix
cooking headcanons by @ayyyez
love languages by @sapphicshav
kdrama cliches by @atsumulogy
mafia au by @lausterdomyamong
how the haikyuu boys fall in love by @ahtsumu
which haikyuu boys are good with kids (user deactivated) ❀
asking him “can you hold me?” by @kageyuji
what does home feel like? by @yamagucji ❀
filipino!iwaizumi
pamamanhikan with timeskip!half-filipino!iwaizumi hajime by @mahalsuya
filipino iwa headcanons by @akakeiji
filipino iwa headcanons by @sunatunaroll
paraluman! (half filo!iwa headcanons) by @blockedbykei
he’s a baby whisperer by aeonmnei (oh that's me..)
— filo!iwa hcs pt1 & part 2
if you would like your work to be taken off, or would not like to be tagged, please let me know!
Teehee hiya!! Can I request some Iwaizumi x Reader hcs for a reader who's kind of a mix of aesthetics and takes pride in their appearance but personality-wise, is very sweet and good natured?
~ ☀︎
sureee! <3
iwaizumi hajime:
𓂃⋆.˚ people constantly misjudge you before getting to know you, and it honestly annoys iwaizumi more than it annoys you. strangers assume you’re stuck-up because your outfits are always put together, your nails are done and you clearly enjoy expressing yourself through fashion. meanwhile, you’re the kind of person who apologizes to furniture after bumping into it and thanks cashiers so sincerely that they end up smiling for the rest of the interaction.
𓂃⋆.˚ iwaizumi notices almost immediately that taking pride in your appearance isn’t about trying to impress anyone. it’s simply something that makes you happy. you enjoy coordinating colors, trying new hairstyles, finding jewelry that reminds you of places you’ve visited. he loves watching you explain why one pair of earrings matches your outfit better than another, even if he can’t personally tell the difference.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’ll absolutely become the kind of boyfriend who waits patiently outside fitting rooms while you’re trying on clothes. every time you ask what he thinks, he actually looks before answering instead of automatically saying everything looks good. if he tells you a jacket suits you or that a certain color makes your eyes stand out, you know he genuinely means it because he was paying attention.
𓂃⋆.˚ one of his favorite things is watching people’s expectations completely fall apart after they meet you. someone will whisper that you look intimidating, and then five minutes later you’re helping an elderly woman carry her groceries, complimenting a little girl’s sparkly shoes or crouching down to pet every dog that walks past. iwaizumi has to hide a smile because he already knew that’s exactly what would happen.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’s surprisingly observant about your routines. if you spend an extra ten minutes getting ready before a date, he’ll quietly wait without rushing you because he knows it’s something you enjoy rather than something you feel forced to do. he’ll even remind you if you’ve accidentally forgotten your favorite necklace because he’s noticed you wear it whenever you’re especially excited about going somewhere.
𓂃⋆.˚ i think he’d secretly love seeing the contrast between your appearance and your personality. you’ll walk into a café looking like you stepped out of a fashion magazine, then immediately wave excitedly at an old couple you’ve never met because they smiled at you first. every single time, iwaizumi catches himself thinking, yeah… that’s exactly her.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’s also the first person to remind you that you don’t have to look perfect around him. if you’re too tired to do your hair or you’re wearing old pajamas with fuzzy socks because you’ve had a long day, he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you that you look comfortable, which is much more important. he never wants you to feel like your appearance determines how much he loves you.
𓂃⋆.˚ at the same time, he genuinely enjoys seeing how happy you are when you’ve put together an outfit you’re proud of. he’ll notice the little confidence boost before you even say anything. if you’re quietly admiring yourself in the mirror because your makeup turned out exactly how you wanted, he’ll walk past, wrap an arm around your waist and casually say, “you’ve been smiling at your reflection for five minutes.” when you become embarrassed, he’ll grin and add, “good. you should.”
𓂃⋆.˚ whenever someone makes a backhanded comment like, “wow, i thought you’d be kind of mean,” iwaizumi has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. you’ve heard it your whole life, but it still frustrates him that people judge you so quickly. he knows the same person they’re making assumptions about is the one who remembers everyone’s birthdays, brings homemade snacks for friends during stressful weeks and somehow ends up comforting strangers who’ve had a bad day.
𓂃⋆.˚ i also think he’d become your biggest supporter whenever you want to try something new with your style. cut your hair shorter? he’ll notice the second you walk through the door. decide to experiment with a completely different aesthetic for a while? he’ll tell you that you seem excited about it, and that’s what he likes most. he doesn’t fall in love with one version of you, he falls in love with the person who’s having fun discovering themselves.
𓂃⋆.˚ one of my favorite little images is you absentmindedly fixing his collar before you leave the house because “it was folded weird,” only for him to tease you about fussing over him while standing perfectly still the entire time. five minutes later, you’ll notice he secretly fixed his hair in the car mirror because if you’re putting effort into looking nice for the two of you, he wants to do the same.
𓂃⋆.˚ after enough time together, people stop describing you as “the fashionable one” or “the intimidating-looking one.” they start describing you as “the really sweet one who’s always smiling.” every time iwaizumi hears someone say that, he can’t help feeling a little proud, because that’s the person he saw from the very beginning: the one who just happened to have impeccable taste in clothes while carrying one of the kindest hearts he’d ever known.
don’t get him wrong—he absolutely hates seeing you in pain, and he would do anything to make it go away. it’s just, when you send him to the grocery store for supplies, it’s the one time a month he can buy mountains of chocolate without you scolding him.
as he strolls through the supermarket, wheeling a cart heaped to the brim, concerned looks from fellow shoppers bounce off him like blunt darts. when he’s this giddy, no one can burst his bubble.
now, valko’s a strong guy. the strongest, you reassure him endlessly. but even he has trouble carrying all his bags of assorted goodies inside to you. chocolate candies, ice cream, cookies, cakes…you didn’t specify what to get, so he just bought it all! boyfriend of the year, if he says so himself.
once you’re done marveling at his haul, you both sit on the couch, put on a movie, and devour everything at an alarming rate. without fail, he always passes out after, laying his head on your lap like your own personal heating pad.
just before you drift off yourself, you whisper into his fluffy ears. they twitch slightly, like he’s living the first scenes of a happy dream.
“you and chocolate? that’s better than any medicine.”
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