[sevenmoremillimeters]

Asshole boyfriends||Yaku and Iwaizumi

Practise was over, his homework was done and Iwaizumi Hajime was completely and utterly bored out of his mind. He didn't even have Tooru to bother since he was intent on rewatching a number of volleyball matches of the teams they would face in their next tournament. The guy's first love would always be goddamn volleyball, Iwaizumi thought with a dismissive roll of his eyes. 

His gaze flitted through his small room and soon landed on his cellphone, laying abandoned on his desk where he'd left it a few hours ago while he focused on actually getting work done. Maybe there was someone he could text. Though who was he kidding, it wasn't like he had many friends besides Tooru. Picking himself up from his position on his bed, he reached for his phone and started thumbing through the contacts. Someone on the team? They're probably busy, how about no. Kuroo, then? He quickly scrolled on, shaking his head. Yaku? Tooru had put the Nekoma's number in his phone not soon after the two had become good friends, demanding that Hajime strike up a conversation and actually be social for once. 

Thinking for a while, he considered just sending a simple 'hello' to start things up, but then he figured if Oikawa was so adamant about him "being social" he might as well have it bite him in the ass instead. 

[To: Yaku-san!!!（*´▽`*) at 5:26pm]

[hey now youre friends with oikawa i want you to know that he still talks in his sleep about how he wants to frolick around with aliens in space]

[To: Yaku-san!!!（*´▽`*) at 5:26pm]

[he gave me your number btw just you know im not some creep or whatever. this is iwaizumi, since idk if the dumbass gave you my number too]

Leave it to Tooru to put all kinds of stupid emojis in his contact names. Satisfied with the messages he typed out, he pressed send and dropped his cell back on his bed, plopping down himself as well. 

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What was it with people and asking him this question lately? He wondered, raising an eyebrow at the other teen. It couldn’t hurt being honest about it though, it wasn’t like Iwaizumi had any feelings for Bokuto that he didn’t want him to know about.

"You’re a very good spiker, but you don’t need me to tell you that. I mean, I don’t really know you that well, so I wouldn’t really know what else to say? You have the reputation to be really annoying, but so is Oikawa so I don’t see how that would be a problem for me. Hey man, I’m just going off of gossip here, don’t give me that look. You seem like an okay guy to me."

He eyed the owl, wondering if he’d offended him.

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"H-huh..? Where’d that question come from?" Iwaizumi feels his cheeks heat up and he averts his gaze, his lips forming an irritated pout. "You know how I feel, you asshole..Why are you making me say it again?" He made the mistake of glancing to his side for a split second, where Oikawa was looking at him with large begging eyes. Fuck this. Fuck me.  ”Shit, fine okay. Here goes.”  Taking a deep breath, he starts talking. 

"When I first met you, I thought you were an annoying little brat -I still think you're an annoying little brat- but you were the first person to ever approach me without like, a teacher telling them to. You wouldn't leave me the fuck alone after that and a part of me really wanted to just be alone again, because Tooru no offense but your nagging is really annoying. Anyway, I also uh, really liked your attention. So I stuck by you, even though most of the time you only made me want to punch you with your 'Iwa-chan~ look at this!!' 'Iwa-chan, my kite flew in this tree, go get it for me!', and so on. Oi, don't laugh at me like that, getting that damn kite out of that tree was real dangerous!

I still don't know how I could handle you in some situations, but I guess it proves how much-. How much I really cared about you, even then.. Because over the years I learned that you're not all that most people may thing you are. And I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I would get so angry when people would come to me and ask how I could even stand you. 'Because honestly he's such a dick Iwaizumi-san! Go get some better friends.' Really. Someone said that to me, can you believe it? I mostly just didn't reply to things like that, who cares about those assholes anyway. They couldn't see how hard you trained, how you always did your very best trying to surpass those above you. They didn't know you at all, so how dared they talk about you like that. 

Then you started getting popular with girls and other guys too, and I pretended not to care. I think I didn't understand back then that I was jealous of the other people that got your attetion, not at you for being the one to get more attention. I was-. I was scared you'd leave me for someone better. Someone that wouldn't hit you every time you made a stupid comment. I liked how close we were and I didn't want you to leave. Where I'm going with this is, I guess, uh. I really love you, you know? And I'm sorry I'm not more of a sappy person or whatever.. But I'm glad I can call you my boyfriend now.. I still can't believe it."

During his monologue, he'd gradually turned back towards Oikawa and he swallowed thickly by the time he was done. Had it all made sense? The expression on the other's face was one he couldn't read and he could feel a blush rise up to his face at the fear that he'd been too heartfelt.

"Y-you're still an annoying little fuck though, don't think that that's changed.." Smooth save there, Hajime. Smooth. 

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After School Detention || Iwaizumi x Kunimi

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Blah blah blah. The words that Iwaizumi had said about the whole 「It’s a title but the team would fall apart without me」annoyed Kunimi. The raven wished that the upperclassmen would just shut up. Normally Kunimi would be fine hearing the words that Iwaizumi had said but it was a stressful day and the fighting made everything worse. 

The male could feel a yawn coming and covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned. He honestly wasn’t listening into detail about the whole「Who the fuck gave you that idea anyway? I care about the bastard, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the others on the team! Besides it’s not you feel any different about Kindaichi, or am I wrong?」

That. That caught his full attention. Kindaichi being mentioned in the argument between the third and first year. 「….You’re right… I do care about Kindaichi.」the first year confessed. 「So wha-」the male cut himself off and soon after a 「Never mind, can we just go home?」the male muttered out, avoiding eye contact with Iwaizumi.

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Was he seriously yawning right now? At a time like this, in the middle of an argument, Kunimi was fucking yawning? Iwaizumi's eyes flared at the sight of it, his teeth clenched together. If there was anything that annoyed him, it was being dismissed and ignored while he was speaking. His mentioning of Kindaichi seemed to have gotten the other's attention though. 

It looked like the first year was about to say something else after having admitted that he cared about Kindaichi, but to Iwaizumi's utter irritation, he stopped himself before he could continue. "Never mind, can we just go home?" It was so very tempting to completely lash out at Kunimi right then, to try and find out his true feelings and the reason why he'd acted so unwilling during their short practise that night. But looking at the boy in front of him somehow stopped him in his tracks. 

Iwaizumi sighed, dragging a hand through his spiky hair. It was too late for this, and they were both tired and frustrated. He came to the conclusion that this wasn't the time for further argueing. "Fine. Just, just go. I'll lock up. Forget it." 

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A visible flinch towards the comment referring to Nishinoya as he was about to inform Iwaizumi that the second-year had much acted on instinct and being able to learn how he did such great timed receives was an almost impossible task unless one were to decipher his language of ’ gwahs ! ’ and ’ bam ! ’ that made at least some sense to Kageyama, but little to none for Tanaka whom commented that both of them were a ‘  different species ’ much to his confusion till this day.

Nodding in obedience of respect towards the third-year’s instruction without a single rebellion despite the lack of eye contact for none was required, running to the other side of the court to ensure the minimum amount of time was wasted so he could make full use of such a chance before his body naturally shifted into receiving position though admittedly a tad bit slower than Iwaizumi predicted,

The sound of a hand roughly colliding with the volleyball harshly instantly caught Kageyama’s full attention from downwards to upwards, his head immediately turned in the direction of where the sound originated from as a pair of raven-black eyes were locked onto the swiftly incoming ball as no more than a split second later, it forcefully hit him on the left waist before bouncing off to hit the gym wall.

What power .. !

The very first thought that snapped in his mind when he first came into contact with the mercilessly powerful ball, a sudeen surge of motivation and he stood up fully on his two feet in the receiving position without question, diverting his attention towards Iwaizumi as determined and fired up as ever.

"  One more, please ! "

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His eyes were intent as they watched Kageyama's form closely. The setter's form was good, but then again his natural instinct for the sport allowed him to pick up the theory pretty fast, Iwaizumi knew. It was his reaction time and the shifts in his position that he'd need to make in order to make a succesful recieve, that needed some perfecting. 

"One more time, please!" Kageyama's voice rang through the gymnasium, the sheer determination that was carried within it clearly apparent to the older student. He really wanted to improve, didn't he? Iwaizumi appreciated people who were serious about the things they did. 

"Be quicker, focus on the ball." And with that he served another time, aiming it right at the other, making it slightly easier just so he could get his bearing a bit more. It wasn't like Kageyama was bad at receiving, he was probably better than the redhead on their team, but he was here to improve so Iwaizumi would take it a step at a time. There would be other opportunies to make the setter sweat a little more. 

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He stepped into the house, brushing the soles of his shoes on the welcome mat before slipping them off. No house slippers in sight, he padded barefoot into the hallway with a polite bob of his head at Iwai’s parents before following him upstairs to his room. Gaze roaming about thoughtfully as he spoke: “Thank you for inviting me.” It had been a bit of a journey but not too troublesome and he had an alarm set to make sure he didn’t miss the bus he needed to get. One bus, a change and then another but cheaper then getting the train for sure. “I brought some textbooks and a few mock exam papers, like we discussed.”

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Once he'd let Akaahi up to his room, it dawned on him how long ago it'd been that he'd had anyone over at his house that wasn't Oikawa. He shrugged the thought off easily enough though, thinking that it wasn't a big deal or anything. He had plenty friends. Yeah.

"No problem. Take a seat." He pulled over a spare chair next to the usual one that stood by his desk so they both could sit down. "Ah, good, let's get started then. 'S there anything you especially don't understand?" While the other spread the books over the surface of the small desk, he looked around for his own textbooks. They were in different schools, but the gist of lessons was always the same anyway.

"Oh yeah, you want a drink or something?" A few books in his arms, he stood in the middle of the room, suddenly remembering that he hadn't asked his guest yet.  

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✢ , ✣ , ✧ , ✬ , ✯ , ✰ , ★ , ✱ ( ♡♡ !! )

✢ :Physical advantage

Iwaizumi has a lot of power in his body and it doesn’t take him very much effort to develop muscles. Iwaizumi has serious guns. In volleyball this means that his spikes hit hard and fast. 

✣ :Physical disability/disadvantage

He’s by no means short, but he sees it as a serious disadvantage in the sport that he isn’t at least 5cm taller. At least 7 millimeters more goddamn it, he would’ve been 1.80, the poor child. I imagine he complains about it a lot and his teammates make fun of him for it behind his back. 

✧ :Mental or emotional strength

Iwaizumi trusts deeply in his team and is hard to discourage even if they’re in a losing streak in a game. He has the iron will to go on even if the odds seem totally out of their favor, because he believes that with all 6 of the people in the team they can still at least make a run for their money. His trust in others is what pushes him forward.

✬ :Something minor they enjoy

Something he enjoys that he’d never tell anyone else because he’d never live it down, is when he sees first years in Aoba Jousai making small improvements, especially when he was the one that helped them accomplish it. Outside of the team, he doesn’t have that many aquaintences at school so he really livens up whenever he’s at practise and there’s a good vibe for everyone. He can be a very proud dad. 

✯ :Way they could see themselves dying

I don't think Iwaizumi really thinks about this a lot, to be honest. But if he'd ever be asked he'd probably say something along the lines of "One time Oikawa served wrong and he hit the back of my head so hard I thought it was the end of me, so I guess that answers that." Death by Oikawa. 

✰ :Weird thing they want to try or have tried

He tried one time to get his hair to stand up like Kuroo's, is that weird enough?

★ :A socially unacceptable thought they've had

Can I kill this person and get away with it?

✱ :Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

Assikawa Tooru. What this fantasy was, Oik will have to find out himself.

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Unravel me||Tokyo Ghoul AU||IwaizumixOikawa

His nostrals flared, Iwaizumi Hajime took in the putrid scent of downtown Tokyo. There was no one else in close vacinity to him, as far as he could sense and he groaned low in his throat, feeling the hunger build up inside of him. Granted, his senses weren't as charp as a ghoul's could be, but he was pretty sure no human was close enough for him to even consider going after them. He'd wandered so far away from his usual hunting grounds that he didn't even have the slightest idea of where he was. Heck he might even have walked into an another ghoul's territory for all he knew, but it wasn't like he cared. He stopped caring about other ghouls years ago. 

A certain memory started rising dangerously close to the surface and Iwaizumi kissed his teeth in annoyance, shaking his head and willing it away to the far reaches of his wretched mind where it belonged. He didn't need distractions like that right now, what needed was some low-life drunkard to stumble into his path to provide him with an easy meal. When was the last time he ate anyway? Trying to remember, he halted his step and leaned against the cold wall of the alleyway he'd been walking through. Maybe a month ago? A bit less? He didn't feel at his strongerst that was for sure, so it should've at least been two to three weeks ago. 

A sudden sound to his right caught his attention, his hands flying up to the rim of the hood of his sweatshirt, pulling it upwards to obscure his face. He hadn't had the forethought to bring his mask when he headed out that night, but it wasn't like had the notoriety to be recognized if he didn't wear it all the time anyway. Softly he started stalking closer to the alleyway the noise had come from, bracing himself for whatever it would turn out to be. A human to prey on, or another ghoul.

Iwaizumi peeked around the corner and to his relief could sense it was a human, even better a tourist, who'd gotten lost in the multitude of winding streets that was Tokyo. The man reeked of desperation and fear, probably afraid that he wouldn't be able to find his way back to his hotel or where ever he was staying. This is going to be so easy. He straightened himself and removed his hood, rounding the corner and forcing on an easy smile.

"Excuse me sir, are you lost?" The tourist looked up, relief washing over his face as he wasn't only being helped, but he was spoken to in English as well. Admittedly not the best English, but English all the same.

"Ah yes I am! Could you tell me wher-" Iwaizumi knocked him out cold as soon as he'd gotten close enough, Don't trust people so easiliy. He thought, ready to sling the man over his shoulder to bring him to a more secluded place  when something knocked into him and sent him flying into a wall. Slumped against it after his fall, he coughed a few times before he could get his bearings again.

"What the.." Looking around in bewilderment, he could just see a kagune drawing back to its owner, a tall ghoul with a mask shaped like a wolf. "Who the fuck are you?" How long had the stranger been watching him, more importantly? Iwaizumi got up, watching the other ghoul intently, his kakugan visible now.

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A visible flinch in motion upon his upperclassman proceeding straight to the point without falter as expected, halting to muse for a moment or two as to what he had in mind to learn but to no avail.

It was particularly nerve wrecking with the thought of Oikawa possibly cutting in within the hour of practice, though Kageyama nodded intently towards Iwaizumi in a respectful manner as he had done so with anybody whom was older than him when the other instructed to warm up before beginning said hour of vigorous practice — the first-year having a habit of giving high regards in respectfulness was a good trait of himself. 

In preparation whereas warming up via simple muscle stretching activities in the midst of Iwaizumi setting up the gym into near perfect condition as if one were playing in an actual game, a thought struck him in the back of his head and a pair of determined raven-black eyes immediately diverted from staring at the gym walls to the senior.

" I — “ He begun almost abruptly to collect the words in his mind and convert them through words, but continued the sentence before one could question what he pondered that split second about, " I want to learn how receive better !! ”

Even though he was a setter, it never hurt to sharpen for the occasions with a once in a blue moon opportunity like this.

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While he let Kageyama think of something he wanted to be taught, Iwaizumi started preparing the gym, securing the net and making sure everything was in order for an effective hour of practicing. It came naturally to him, mostly because Oikawa often made him do it before Aoba Jousais's usual practise instead of doing it himself. Lazy asshole. He guessed it came in handy now though, with him being able to set everything up in a minimum amount of time so they could start actually doing stuff without half of the hour already being gone. 

"I-" Iwaizumi turned toward his younger pupil with curiousity, wondering what he was going to request him to teach. "I want to learn how to receive better!!" Huh. Interesting. 

"Alright then, you'd have been better off with your own libero if you want to learn that, but I guess I can show you some things." Really, receiving wasn't his best ability seeing as he was a spiker, but his three years of high school volleyball had at least made him able to stand his own in a game. 

"Are you warmed up? Right, go stand on the other side of the court, receiving position. I'm going to serve at you and you better be ready." He grinned despite himself, somewhat excited to show his former teammate exactly what it meant to train at the hands of the vice-captain of a team that was in the top 4 of the country. 

Without further warning warning he served the ball with as much power as he had to gauge if Kageyama was paying attention. His serves as well, weren't the best they could be, they had Oikawa for their killer serves after all, but he hoped it might be powerful enough to catch the younger boy off guard. 

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✫ !!

✫ :Pet peeve

Iwaizumi has many, but the thing that annoys him the most is when people assume  he's an asshole just because he happens to have a resting face that makes him look like an angry serial killer. He also doesn't like it when people are needlessly rude.

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⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

✢ : Physical advantage

✣ : Physical disability/disadvantage

✦ : Fatal flaw

✧ : Mental or emotional strength

❋ : Belief they have

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with

✪ : Critique they have about others

✫ : Pet peeve

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

✭ : An obscure interest

✮ : A moral standard

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

✰ : Weird thing they want to try or have tried

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they've had

✱ : Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

[sevenmoremillimeters]

@ , *, +, $

@ for a middle of the night text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:09am][youre probably not even awake rn so i dont know why im even bothering to text you]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:10am][i had a nightmare]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:11pm][i uh. need to make sure youre okay even though i know it was just a dream]

* for a drunk text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 11:26pm][to ru im home alone can u like maybe come over???]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 11:30pm][im not lonel y if thats what ur e thingking j stu get the fuck over her assikawa]

+ for a loving text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 7:52pm][heard you got hurt at practise seriously tooru i dont go one time and this happens]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 7:54pm][is it your knee again? are you okay?]

$ for an accidental text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 5:16pm][ill see you soon. love you]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 5:20pm][fuck that was meant for my mom]

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#

# for a random text

[To:Bedhead cat at 15:16pm][oikawa changed the names in my phone again so i want to confirm youre kuroo-san]

[To:Bedhead cat at 15:17pm][he sees  you as bedhead cat apparently maybe you wanted to know]

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# for a random text @ for a middle of the night text * for a drunk text + for a loving text ÷ for a depressed text = for a scared text & for a curious text $ for a accidental text ¥ for a drugged text

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ooc; ive added a page to my blog called Threads, in which ive listed all the theads i have. if youre ever wondering how far i am with a reply, or if im working on it or not, ill try to keep it updated as much as i can to provide this info uwu