Alhaitham is a starer. But it’s in his own sort of way.
A glancer. An admirer.
From over the pages of his book while he reads on the couch and he’ll huff softly to himself when he watches you do something silly, carefully turning the pages of his book like he’s been reading them. He’ll watch you place something precariously close to the edge of the counter and he knows if you were to turn around too quickly, you’ll knock it off.
Alhaitham allows himself a few more moments of admiring your focused expression before clearing his throat to speak.
“Careful now. I’m sure cleaning that up would be quite the hassle.”
By the time you turn around he’s focused back on the pages. Leaving you to believe he’s just got a sort of sixth sense when it comes to your clumsiness. But that’s not really the case. You’ll listen to him though, and by the time you turn back around his eyes are back on you, smiling into the words on his current page.
Alhaitham will glance at you while you’re folding laundry. He’ll lean in the doorway of the bedroom while your back is to him, to allow himself a few seconds of gazing at the back of your head, the dip of your shoulder, the way your fingers delicately handle the fabric of his clothes.
He feels it somewhere in his chest, an affectionate squeeze of sorts— a tug. Like it’s pulling him closer. So he pushes himself off of the doorframe before taking a careful step.
“Would you like me to lend you a hand?” Alhaitham asks, softly.
“I was wondering when you were going to ask.”
He can hear the way you’re smiling before he sees it.
“Well, based on my observations, I’m already impressed with your technique. Who knew you had such a talent.” His compliment urges you to turn your body to face him. You’re still holding one of his shirts in your hands, feeling the fabric in your hands. But you’re smiling at him, delicate and beautiful and before Alhaitham finds himself becoming too flustered he quips, “It’s a shame that can’t extend to other parts of the house too.”
His playfulness urging you to scoff and push at his chest when he comes to stand next to you, “Ugh! Are you gonna help or not?” You pretend to be annoyed, but he sees the way you try not to laugh when you return to folding the clothes infront of you. He sees it when he looks at you again.
Alhaitham will admire you. Today, tomorrow, maybe even the lifetime after this one.
⊱ at some point in your relationship, you're simply bound to have your first kiss with him ; sakura, suo, kaji
⊱ request: "The jealousy reaction with sakura, suo and kaji was so cute! can I request your first kiss with the three? 🙏💓"
⊱ w.c: 1.4k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff
⊱ warnings: none
⊱ a/n: did i go overboard with kaji's? perhaps- but thank you for the request, hope you like it! ^^
sakura haruka
considering his nature’s stance to affection, sakura is surprisingly calm. or possibly he’s not—face dusted in pink, shaking eyes unable to meet yours—but he’s not down right panicking like he’s otherwise famously known for.
does he want time to stop and be yours just as much as you do? maybe he’s actually losing his mind on the inside, fighting to not let that slip out? or, perhaps, it’s vulnerability grounding him as he allows you to enter his space, his little bubble, letting you tear down his high walls but in the most gentle manner ever.
the little strands tickle against your forehead as you rest it against his. there’s a soft call of his name and sakura almost believes it can make the entire world hold its breath, not only him; he almost believes if warmth can sound, it’d sound just like that, syllables sacred as long as they come from the lips he can’t help but admire.
they’re smiling— you’re smiling. smiling at him in a way he didn’t think he could be smiled at. sakura feels the light tap of a finger on the back of his hand, placed right next to your own. he looks up at you at last and you smile ever wider. he will probably never stay as collected and not panicking at a moment like this ever again. this is the first and most likely only time he won’t absolutely lose his marbles, but he lets it happen.
it’s a kiss lighter than he expected, on the border to a mere brush of your lips, but it has his mind spiraling nonetheless. as if on instinct, the hand initially next to your own is suddenly holding your cheek—barely, trembling, clearly nervous, but a touch oh so innocent and pure, and suddenly you’re the one thinking your heart is about to burst.
it’s a kiss lighter than both of you expected, but you part feeling as giddy as him. you can’t help but laugh because, there he is, the childlike sakura who’s holding his embarrassment and panic behind a small pout. at the same time, you want to cry when his eyes meet your own again, screaming of someone experiencing love and being loved for the first time.
suo hayato
“here? or here?”
you want to curse the self from barely a minute ago. how bold it had been of you, teasing and claiming suo—albeit playfully—to be a shy person. he’s not, not really, you know very well it’s just him being what others around you often describe as a gentleman. however, it was a fun joke to pull over a cup of tea, until you stepped on a landmine by pointing out that he’s yet to kiss you with a wide, smug grin.
you’d found yourself looking up at suo only shortly after, suddenly standing by your end of the table as he leaned closer.
“or maybe here?”
you’ve held your breath for so long, you think you’re going to suffocate under suo’s lips. they graze against your skin, ghosting a trail from your cheek, jaw and down to the spot below your ear. as he speaks, you can hear just fine that he’s the one now grinning: “what’s wrong, y/n? you’re so quiet, i thought you wanted me to kiss you?”
“y-yeah but this...”
hand on the table supporting his weight, suo stands up straight. the grin softens into a smile once he looks down at you, equally amused as in love with how you’ve tightly squeezed your eyes, your fingers awkwardly fiddling in your lap—he’d feel nothing short of cruel if he kept any of this up.
“y/n,” he calls out, his voice as calm as ever but soothing in the way it beckons you to look at him. the palm of his free hand finds your cheek, the gentle caress not that of someone moderately shy. he leans down again, just until you can the tip of his nose against yours, asking when you don’t move, “may i?”
your tea is left forgotten on the table, cooling down next to the biscuits he had served along with it. you’re supposed to finish your homework after this, but it’s no longer of your concern and the stress of procrastination once underlying is now nowhere to be found. the teasing he had previously responded with is long gone, there’s only affection facing you and nothing about this moment can bring you to reject him.
so, you nod. you want to combust, truly, yet there’s a sense of ease blooming in your chest, spreading through every fiber of your body once you feel a pair of lips against your own. your mind seems to stop, the tea and biscuits, homework, stress, the false accusations of shyness, all the jokes and everything else in the world but this very touch no longer important.
kissing suo steals your breath and curls your toes more than you thought it would. however, when you part and he shows you a tender smile, you feel like falsely accusing him of things for the rest of your life would be worth it.
“happy now?”
kaji ren
“how does it look?”
it started with you merely snatching the famous headphones from away from kaji, receiving no complaints as you curiously listened to what he’d been playing from his playlist. in the midst of it, something hanging on his chair caught your attention, a grin quickly finding your lips.
albeit somewhat confused, kaji had been watching as you easily made yourself comfortable in his room and snatched yet another nearby item—the white hoodie that you’d noticed. there were still no complaints, though you did get a smaller glare when you asked were he kept his lollipops. then again, kaji was rarely one able to deny your wants and needs and even silliest of requests. so, it hadn’t taken long until you picked out a flavoured candy from one of his drawers.
before he knew it, kaji was watching you happily turning and shifting in front of his mirror.
“what do you think?” you chuckle, though mostly for yourself.
lying in his bed, he just barely gets up, his elbows in the mattress keeping his weight up. “well… it suits you.”
you return the previous glare through the mirror before sighing. “no, i meant…” by the time you turn around to face him, you’re already grinning again, “don’t you think i look like you now?”
kaji blinks at you a few times and, almost in what looks like defeat, he lets out a quiet laugh through his nose. “you’re missing the jacket but sure, it’s good enough, i guess.”
“don’t be silly, i can’t wear something so important to you,” you huff, eyebrows knit, one hand plucking the lollipop out, the other resting on your hip, “you can’t just casually hand out your jacket like that.”
you wait for his response, of any sort, but he only tilts his head to the side, eyes not diverting from yours.
truth be told, it comes as a bit of a surprise when the smallest, most rare of a soft smile eventually finds his face; it has you looking to the side, though only briefly before his hands beckons you closer, “c’mere for a sec.” so, you do, standing by the edge of his bed and looking down at him in curiosity.
whatever happens next, happens too fast for your mind to keep up.
while one elbow still keeps him up, kaji reaches the other out to your direction. there’s a tug on the collar of his hoodie, the plain hoodie that suddenly looks tenfold more charming just because you’re wearing it, and you find yourself quickly dragged down.
you barely manage to catch yourself with a hand on the mattress, but the shock of the fall is far less surprising than the lips colliding with yours—it knocks the air from your lungs, heart stumbling in an uneven rhythm the more what only used to be a fleeting image slips from your mind and out to reality.
it’s new. sudden, unfamiliar in the purest sense of the word; thrilling and terrifying, both due to the fact that you’re awfully quick to think you could get used to this. there’s little to no hesitance, only sprouting once lack of breath forces you to part.
you’re met by pink dusting his cheeks, but it’s faint, barely noticeable and kaji seems calm to an extent that has you dropping your head into his neck—the feeling of your face burning against his skin drags an unexpected laugh out of him, so heartily, it makes your chest clench.
“give me a warning for god's sake,” you mutter, letting yourself plop down next to him.
⊱ you try to keep it at bay, but green-passing someone getting perhaps a bit too close to your boyfriend isn't your thing ; sakura, suo, kaji
⊱ request: "Imagine sakura, suo and kaji with an s/o that gets jealous and a bit possessive over them. Like not in a toxic, obsessive way but if they see their bfs getting hit on, best believe the s/o's gonna cling a bit more than they usually do and hold on to them until their jealousy simmers down 🙏😝😝"
⊱ w.c: 1.2k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff-ish
⊱ warnings: none
⊱ a/n: had too much writing this omg, thank you for requesting <3
sakura haruka
you try to keep it at bay, truly. few things make you happier than seeing people appreciate sakura after all, it warms your heart to extents beyond human comprehension. there is still a limit though.
it hadn’t even been a fight, only sakura helping two girls clearly bothered by some, quote unquote, punks with mere half-threats. it’s part of his duty, right? and it’s also part of his duty to make citizens feel safe, right? so it only makes sense for him to respond when the two come up to thank him, right? and it only makes sense for them to shamelessly act like you’re literally not even there, right? no. no, it doesn’t, and while you can’t blame him and his nature, it admittedly stresses you out when sakura doesn’t know how to respond through more than flustered stutters.
you like to follow the principle of being the bigger person. this time, you find yourself being the bigger problem instead.
“haruka,” you call out, fully going against your so-called principle once you wrap your arms around him from behind. you’re quick to feel his entire body shiver against your own, and if he already wasn’t flustered, you’re sure he is now. maybe you feel a bit bad for doing this to him in broad daylight, but you make a mental note to just apologize a little later. “nirei and suo are waiting for us.”
“what the he— since when do you call me h—” sakura makes an attempt to turn around, though interrupts himself upon processing the smallest of a pout you struggle with suppressing into his back. it’s just a guess, one he’s not certain of at all, but he does know better than to take any risks; clearing his throat, he turns back to the two girls, awkwardly rubbing his burning neck as he explains there’s somewhere you’re supposed to be right now and have to leave.
thus, that’s how you stay there until they’re both out of sight and sakura, still dusted in pink, finally puts his guess out there, “the hell are you being jealous for?”
“the hell are you getting shy around girls for?”
“oh, shut up!”
“and you speak up!”
suo hayato
it’s not like you’re angry or embarrassed or something along those lines, yet your face is damn near burning as you keep it buried into suo’s chest. you’re lying flush against him, legs tangled together, stretched over the sofa. you should feel comfortable. you don’t, and you’re not telling him why.
“i’m sorry, my love,” he apologizes, although he’s quite sure he can’t recall anything particularly wrong throughout the day you spent outside. “so can you please look at me already?”
as if stubborn were your middle name, you shake your head, but mutter anyway, “it’s not your fault.”
“so something is wrong?”
“... i don’t want to talk about it.”
“by chance, are you—”
“suo, no.”
a silence fills the room. only briefly, before suo lets out a light sigh. a hand reaches to gently, barely, caress the back of your head, the touch making your fist subconsciously loosen its grip on his shirt. “you know,” he begins, and your shoulders relax — partly from the soothing tint lacing his voice, partly because there’s no use trying to get around someone so naturally observant. “there’s nothing you have to be jealous of.”
“i know there’s nothing i have to be jealous of,” you retort, nudging his knee with your own. “but that doesn’t mean i have a thing for watching others hit on you like that.”
suo truly tries to hold it back as well as he can, but upon feeling his lips curve against the top of your head, you can easily tell he’s on the verge of laughing. though, it doesn’t make him take your thoughts any less seriously: “is there anything i can do to help you feel better?”
you’re ready to reject the offer — he had been quick to dismiss the previous events after all, clarifying that he already was with someone so he really isn’t at fault — yet you remain quiet, like you’re thinking.
in the end, you opt to wrap your arms around his torso, legs tangling even more chaotically with his. tilting your neck a bit, you allow yourself to rest into the crook of his neck, and the sigh you let out finally makes him laugh. in response, you soon find yourself held impossibly closer as his hands meet at your lower back. there’s a nod, a pair of lips feathering your forehead accompanied by a soft hum, “okay, let’s stay like this then.”
kaji ren
everyone and their mother knows about furin, so it comes rather naturally that they’d know kaji as well. lovely. great. you mean it whenever you think that too! it’s something you often take pride in.
although it can be an issue at times too.
when you exit the school building, you immediately notice the little crowd that’s gathered by the end of its grounds, right next to the gate. albeit somewhat curious on what’s going on, you’re more interested in going home, hence thinking you wouldn’t spare the minor fuss more than a glance or two—until you find out what’s actually going on.
there he stands, just a few meters away from fellow classmates and other students you don’t really know; without a single care for the surroundings, or maybe even awareness, kaji is leaning back against the brick wall, occupied by whatever social media he’s browsing, headphones on. due to his lack of response in curious whispers, gasps of awe and giddy giggles, you quickly assume that the sound of them all is muted behind his music. not that it helps the icky feeling growing inside you.
sure, you like to think you know where the reactions are coming from, and you’re humble enough to not assume each one of them know who you are — although some definitely do — but it’s gnawing on you, that little sense of jealousy you frankly don’t want to admit.
you really do not want to admit it. yet it’s undoubtedly the cause of you just slightly picking up your pace the moment some of the students move to approach him; by the time kaji’s attention is finally torn apart, you’re already ahead of them, safe to say giving him a startle as you soon nearly crash into him.
“i told you, you don’t have to pick me up every time,” you sigh, pulling him closer by the arm you squeeze close to yourself. do you mean it? yes. are you also trying to prove a point? yes? no? maybe so. nonetheless, you repeat the reminder once he tugs the headphones down to his neck, pausing his playlist.
kaji blinks at you a few times and if you didn’t know better, you could almost believe he’s the human embodiment of disinterest. his eyes dart aside though, noting the crowd that’s yet to leave—for better or for worse, you realize the pieces fall into place as soon as he lets out a deep breath.
“whatever,” he mutters and frees his arms from your hold, yet showing no hesitation when he securely grabs your hand in his own. “let’s go, coffee shop’s not waiting for your jealousy.”
hihi can i request a fic of iwaizumi x reader some type of angst to fluff like reader is a foreigner and she overhears iwaizumi making fun of her or her accent just to hide that he likes her?
REQUEST - 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐇. 𝐱 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Rs: Iwaizumi Hajime x foreign Fem!Reader
Warning: angst, betrayal, a BUNCH of shit-talking, racism, bullying(kind of), mentions of insecurities, ghosting
Tags: fluff, shy iwaizumi, bright reader, oikawa tooru is a little shit, reader is a independent baddie, small slow burn, friends to lovers, iwaizumi is shitty with feelings
Summary: Iwaizumi whom hasn't had any experience with anyone develops a crush for the new foreign girl. He comes down to the decision to save his reputation or to be with you.
wc: 3.1k
recommended song(s) :
"(L/N) (Y/N), thank you for having me," you smile and bow at waist-level, sitting back in your seat. You don't think much of it when you hear the whispers of other students around you.
"She has such a thick accent.. I swear I'm not trying to judge buttt-" Matsukawa quickly cuts Oikawa off, crossing his arms over his chest, "isn't that a little racist, Oikawa?" He smirks at the pouting boy. Their group continues to ramble on about you until you enter the hallway. Some even stop to look at you.
Iwaizumi literally freezes in his spot, stealing his entire attention. He watches you walk past his group with a worried expression and here he thinks that you're super cute. Sure, you weren't Japanese but hey.. That doesn't mean that can stop him from liking you, surely. "Oh, oops! Sorry, can I uh- can I get through?" The volleyball group turn to look at you, shock ridden all over their faces. Without a word, they oblige and let you through. And of course, your locker was right next to Iwaizumi's. He was screaming inside his brain but no one knew that.
You were starting to get scared because of how this boy was staring at you right now. Your hands start to become hesitant when you pick out a notebook from your locker, eyes awkwardly darting back to him and your locker from the side, "um, can I help you?" Iwaizumi blinks at you, looking up to his teammates who held confused and amused expressions. He quickly shakes his head and looks back to you, "y-yeah, sorry. Uh.." Well. How awkward, you both think.
"(L/N)," you speak for him before quickly going on alert, "actually you don't have to call me by my-" you think to yourself for a few seconds, "surname. Just call me by my first, (Y/N)!" You awkwardly laugh, shutting your locker door. The group of boys raise a brow at you and start to snicker, some even starting to whisper in each other's ears. Iwaizumi slightly frowns when he sees this. You notice it all, shoulders slightly slumping. "Yeah.. (Y/N). I'm Iwaizumi Hajime, you can jus' call me.. Iwa, I guess," he mutters, straightening out his volleyball jacket. You quickly nod, bidding each other farewell till you walked off.
Iwaizumi avoids the stare of his teammates, turning around to open his locker. "What was THAT?!" Oikawa practically jumps on him, leaning his arms against the bulky boy's shoulder. He shrugs him off, "nothing. What's your problem?" Oikawa snorts in disbelief, waving off the few nagging girls surrounding his teammates. "My problem is that you seen like you like her! And even maybe," Oikawa points an accusing finger extending out and inwards at Iwaizumi, "maybe you'll even plot on getting with-" he quickly gets cut off with a hard slap to the head, Iwaizumi shuts his locker and walks off to his next class with pink ears. "Yeah, as if."
Turns out.. you both had the same class. And you both sat next to each other.. Just his luck, huh? Was it god doing this to him? What fate had brought you two constantly together after your first interaction?
"Iwa?" He just didn't get it. Why was your locker besides his? Stupid foreign girl couldn't ignore his stupid staring. "Iwa?" Now he has to hear shit from Oikawa. Maybe even Matsukawa and Hanamaki.. It pisses him off at the thought. "Iwa?" He turns his head to the voice calling out his name, glaring hard. You blink at him, faltering under his stare. His face quickly turns back to normal, shoulders relaxing, "yeah? Sorry." You chuckle, tucking a few hair strands behind your ear. Woah, he thinks. "It's okay, it seemed like you were pretty distracted so... But I wanted to ask you if you maybe wanted to be.." He raises a brow when you scrunch your face as if you were afraid of his answer, "partners for our project?" You squeak out. He tilts his head at you. What did you say? "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
You fiddle with your bracelet, "do you want to be partners?" You say a little too formally. He makes an 'oh' shape with his mouth before nodding, rubbing the back of his head. After that, you both continued with the rest of class and headed to your next one. But just before you did- you got his number, of course. Iwaizumi was almost flustered. It was unexpected and weird, usually girls went to Oikawa for this kind of stuff- except, you did this for your shared project.
Iwaizumi wipes his damp cheeks with his towel, taking a sip from his water bottle when he takes a quick scroll through the phone, nearly choking on water when he sees your contact name. Oikawa's head turns to Iwaizumi in curiousity.
(Y/N) :)
Hey! (Y/N) here. I wanted to ask how you wanted to start out the project.
5:26 PM
Iwaizumi quickly looks around before turning his full attention on his phone, trembling thick thumbs dashing across his keyboard.
Iwa H.
Oh, it's no prob. Maybe we could make a slideshow about it, idrk. Your choice?
5:27 PM
(Y/N) :)
Oh yeah! I completely agree. Just let me know when we can start working on it. If you can, you can come over to my place or I come over to yours? Or if not, a library of course.
Boy do you type a lot. He makes a face and cocks a brow but he says nothing of it, going back to typing.
Iwa H.
I could ask. Just see if your parents are okay with it. I'll tell you the time and everything if I'm able to go.
5:28 PM
(Y/N) :)
Okay!
READ 5:28 PM
Iwaizumi sighs heavily, sliding the sweat drenched towel off his neck as he hears a ding come from his phone. He looks back at his phone and sees you text.. some kind of an emoji? What was that? He makes a confused face.
(Y/N) :)
Okay!
(≧∇≦)/
READ 5:29 PM
He purses his lips together and reacts to your 'emoji' with a thumbs up. "So we exchanging numbers with the foreign exchanged student now?" Oikawa's voice calls out by his ear. Iwaizumi jerks back and quickly swings a punch toward the brunette but he quickly ducks back, a huge pout on his lips. "Iwa-Chan! You could've hit me!" Iwaizumi walks over to the locker rooms where the rest of the boys were, Oikawa following not too short from behind.
"Tell me, tell me? When d'ya exchange phone numbers?" Oikawa perks up behind Iwaizumi's shoulder before getting his nose elbowed by him. "Oh? Iwaizumi's gettin' bitches now?" Hanamaki walks over, sliding on his shirt. "I bet'chya it's that new foreign student," Matsukawa laughs, catching the attention of his other volleyball teammates. "The one with the weird accent?" Kindaichi suggests. "The new bug-eyed girl?" "The ugly person?" "There's a foreign student?-" "she sounds weird-" "cute for a foreign girl-"
"Alright! Shut up!" Iwaizumi turns to glare back at his teammates who were silenced. He slips off his shirt, folding it and putting in his bag before attempting to find his other spare. "She's jus' nobody alright?! Me and her are partners for this project, don't get your dicks so pent up in a twist," Iwaizumi grunts at his teammates, slipping his spare shirt on. "So chill the fuck out," he huffs while Oikawa comes up from behind, patting his back. "Hey, we're just joking, Iwa-Chan. It's all good," Oikawa smirks at him and he just sighs.
Joking his ass.
Iwaizumi started to be around you more and talking to you more. The more you were around, the more stares he got. Even his teammates would say some slick shit, no matter how many times he would console them. He seriously didn't want this. He didn't want to deal with it. Fuck, he had to do something.
You were rambling off, standing next to him in front of your lockers as he listened. Or at least he tried listening. He couldn't listen when all these people were staring and whispering behind your back. This seriously gave him a bad look. The school bell rings and you chirp, "looks like class is starting! see-ya, Iwa!" You start to walk away and wave back energetically to the boy who weakly waved back. Well shit.
The school day was over and Iwaizumi was acting really strange lately. You didn't think much of it. That is until you heard familiar voices from the volleyball team in the hallway you were about to turn to. You hear your name come out from one of their mouths, quickly hiding by the wall and tucking your hair behind your ear to hear better.
"You sure you don't have a crush on her?" One scoffs.
"For someone you don't talk so highly about, Iwaizumi, you sure love to hang around her."
You perk up. What were they talking about? Did Iwaizumi say something bad? Something in your gut is telling to run away.
"Fuck no," you hear a gruff voice say. You know that voice. Run.
"I rather fuck a dude than to be around her ass again." Run.
"She seriously gets on my nerves. There's not one time where I don't understand her at all." Fucking run.
"She sounds super weird sometimes. Her accent gives me the fuckin' ick." RUN.
"What about those sweet little texts, Iwa-Chan?" You hear a familiar one say; you think it's the Oikawa dude.
"Oh, that shit?" He scoffs, "please. She texts me non-stop. I'm being real fuckin' generous by even replying to one of them. Plus," you could almost see the smirk plastered on his face in your brain. "I only got her number to get the bomb ass grades that she's got. But if anything, she needs to go back to where she came from." Deep laughter erupts from the group of boys' throats.
You bring up a trembling hand to your mouth and start to dash the way you came from. Fuck, you think. You were never gonna talk to him, ever again.
A few days had passed and you weren't here. Where were you?
"Hey 'Kawa, you seen (Y/N)?" Iwaizumi gently pushes at the brunette's shoulder, rolling his eyes when Oikawa gives him a smirk. "Worried about her, I see?" He smiles triumphantly before that facade quickly gets smacked away by Iwaizumi's hand, a small whine coming from the tall boy. "Answer my question," Iwaizumi taps his foot impatiently. "I don't know! I haven't seen her at all, so I don't know," Oikawa huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Noted.
Iwaizumi quickly turns around to leave, calls of his name slowly fading away when he walks further down the hallway. And now... He finds himself standing in front of your house. He fiddles with his phone, looking back at your messages.
Haji ♡.
Hey, where r u??
???
Are you sick?
We had notes to take down tdy, want me to send them to you??
Hello?
Are you okay? Did anything happen?
(Y/N)????
Please talk to me.
Come back, please.
(Y/N)?
???
READ 7:02 PM
Well fuck. Either something was wrong at home or he's screwed up. He's screwed up real bad.
He steps onto your porch, his hesitant fist a few centimeters away from your front door. He purses his lips behind his teeth, giving your door a few knocks. Shit, he already regrets this, he thinks. Before he could turn around, the door opens and revealed you. "You," he breathes, shoulders slightly relaxing. You fidget in your spot, eyes looking everywhere but him. His heart twinges at the sight. "Did you... see my messages?" He speaks out. He suddenly feels so small. You nod your head, looking down to your mismatched socks. You both awkwardly stand there in silence just before he speaks up again, "hey so-.. I just wanted to talk.. Is everything.. okay? Like you haven't gone to school or anything and-" "no." Iwaizumi looks up at your face, blinking in surprise, "no?" "No," you say sternly, fists clenching in anger. Uh oh. Yeah, he totally fucked up.
"You... I thought-" you stop speaking when you hear your voice tremble, exhaling heavily through your nose with closed eyes. "I thought.. you liked me," you embarrassingly say, turning away with flushed cheeks. "I thought.. we were friends. I thought we actually got along! I ignored everyone who was talking about me because I had you!" You start to raise your voice which he winces at. You knew about everyone? Yet you never said anything, let alone react. Huh. "I went out to hang out with you! I lied for you- just so you didn't get in trouble! I distanced myself from time to time so no one would talk about YOU! I shared my secrets with you- I-" you look up to Iwaizumi with glossy eyes, tears overwhelmingly pooling at the corners. Iwaizumi looks back at you with a hurt and distraught face. "I trusted you. And to think-" your voice breaks, "to think I even liked you!" You accidentally let out a sob, your hand quick to hover over your mouth.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What has he done? He was worrying about what his friends thought of him- what everyone would think of him- but what he didn't think about was how you would feel. How you felt. Never has he once asked you about your situation. He just stares at your crying figure. God, were you beautiful. "(Y/N), I-" you cut him off with a teary-eyed glare. "I just... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I was being selfish, I.. I just wasn't-" he throws his head back when he feels his tears slowly start to come in.
"I like you, (Y/N). Please, forgive me. You don't have to right now, but please. Please do," he shakingly breathes, a tear or two slipping from his eyes. His eyes shoot wide open when he feels your warm hands cup his cheeks, meeting your sad-scrunched up face.
"I am so, so sorry. I like you, I genuinely do. I like you so much," he confesses, looking back at you and stepping closer, analyzing your shocked face. "I like you so much.. But I was so, so, so fucking blind. Whatever you heard me say wasn't true. I was just a scared boy who wanted people to like him. But all this time, I had you," his voice cracks, weakly throwing his hands up towards you. Your face was full of confusion and hurt. "I like you, so so much. I like your accent, y-your Japanese! I like your hair- your skin- your eyes, everything about you, (Y/N). And I'm sorry I made you think otherwise. And I'm sorry I let other people influence me and get in the way of how I feel about you," he shuts his eyes tightly, hanging his head low in shame.
You take a loud sniffle, careful to let out a exhale through your mouth, "I forgive you, Hajime. But it'll take time to gain my trust back again. But," you nearly let out a sob, thumb caressing his cheek bone, "I might move."
His eyes widen. And suddenly, he's pulling you to his embrace, clutching you tightly and caging you with his arms. "Please, no don't- don't go," he whimpers into your ear pathetically. You snake your arms around his neck. "I'll try."
For the rest of week of school, you didn't show up. He was getting really anxious. But other than that, he would literally glare towards people's way whenever he heard your name come out of their mouth. Whether it be a stranger or a friend, a conversation he wasn't involved in, he straight up glares at them.
"Iwaizumi, I thought you didn't like her?" Yahaba suggests, cocking a brow at the spiky haired boy. "Yeah, you were all like 'oh she's so weird! She's so-' OuGh!" Iwaizumi elbows Oikawa right in the stomach, hard. Oikawa hunches over, clutching his stomach, "hey- that really hurt- what's your problem?-"
"My problem? My problem was that I became a fuckin' follower to everybody who was so fixated on talking shit about (Y/N). My problem is that I let it happen! That I said all those awful things about her!" Iwaizumi yells, accidentally... slipping a thing or two out than what was needed. Oikawa looks up at him with a surprised face. Matsukawa and Hanamaki drops a volleyball, letting it roll away as they walk up to him, Matsukawa starts, "yo, are you good?" More teammates look their way. Great, he thinks. What a way to draw attention-
"Hajime?"
His eyes nearly shoot out their sockets and boy he has never turned around so fucking hard in his life. There you were, standing by the doors of the gym, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. You were dressed in casual clothing, cute but casual. You ignore the stares of everyone in the room, staring at Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi alone. "(Y/N).." He croaks out, quickly wiping off his sweat with a towel and runs up to you, encasing you in his sweaty arms and torso.
You squeal, slapping him on the head but you recoil when you feel his sweat.
"Oop," Yahaba narrows his eyes at the sight, his fingertips hovering over his lips. Iwaizumi chuckles and lets go of you, his eyes scanning all over your body. Your cheeks become hot at that. "So it turns out.. I talked to my parents and so.."
"Sooo?" Iwaizumi drags out the 'o', his teammates scooting closer to hear the conversation better. "I'm staying at the school-" "YES!!" He sweeps you up in his arms again, stealing all the hair in your lungs when he bear-hugs you. You let out a light hearted laugh, hugging him back. You didn't care about his sweat at this point.
Oikawa's eyes softened. This was.. really sweet, he thought. Maybe you weren't so bad after all. He guesses it really was wrong to talk about you like that and all. It seems that you make Iwaizumi happy. He smiles and gestures to his other teammates who were thinking the same thing. "Yayyy!" Oikawa skips over to you and Iwaizumi, the other boys following not too far behind.
But, you weren't really fond of everyone there so while they were cheering, you just awkwardly smiled at them.
You and Iwaizumi wall through the school doors, hand in hand.
A girl scrolls through her phone, blowing the gum in her mouth while her self-obsessed friend rants about the 'Oikawa Tooru.' She looks up, gum popping in her face when she catches you and Iwaizumi walking together. She quickly nudges her friend, catching her attention. She darts her gaze towards her friend and you- wait- you?!
You let out a quiet laugh, leaning into Iwaizumi's arm. What the fuck?! Heads turn your way and whispers start but you pay no mind, not when Iwaizumi's there. Not when he's staring at you with such gentleness. Jaws of even more people drops when you and Iwaizumi share a quick but longing kiss, parting ways to go to your classes. Well damn.
While other students whisper behind his back all Iwaizumi can think is how he got so lucky with you.
a/n: I felt really good writing abt this one. I like it :) thank you for the request <3
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