A/N: So I wrote this really quickly since I haven’t posted anything in a few days. This one is extremely rushed and not well thought out, but it has tons of potential so I promise I’ll come back to this one day and give it more attention!
Taehyung set his paintbrush and palette on the floor, taking a moment to look upon his artwork. He rarely got any free time to take part in any of his hobbies, especially since him and the 6 other boys were frequently traveling around the world. It was highly inconvenient for Taehyung to carry his easel, palette, brushes and paint bottles around with him, so he opted for the easier choice with just using his phone for sketches and saving painting for whenever he was home.
Taehyung used his left hand to push himself up from the floor, rubbing his other hand on his smock to dry the remnants of black paint from his fingers. He let out a small sigh as his eyes focused on the heart lamp that was resting on the table. It was a prop from a TV show that he idolized throughout his teen years. In the show, touching one lamp would light up the other one of the pair, showing the connection between the two.
Jimin had always admired the pair of lamps that Taehyung had. He offered to give Jimin one, but Jimin refused using the excuse that you couldn't break apart two hearts that were meant to be together. Taehyung could only shake his head in response, a light smile on his lips as he shoved it into Jimin's hands. He told his hyung to take the lamp and go home. That was about 3 years ago.
The lamps just casually sat in different rooms of their houses, never actually being used for the sole reason that neither boy knew how to turn them on. Taehyung kept his in his art room, while Jimin kept his next to his bed so he could look at it and think of his best friend every night before bed. Neither of them knew that these lamps actually worked.
Taehyung reached his hand out to touch the heart, his hand stopping just a few inches away from the lamp before deciding against it and dropping his hand. He stared at it for a few more seconds before retreating to the mess he made on the floor with the paint. He began putting the covers on the bottles, setting them down in a pile so that he could pick them up with ease. He grabbed 6 of the bottles in his hands and made his way over to the locker.
A small light in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He quickly faced the source of the light, his eyes and mouth immediately opening in surprise. It was the heart lamp. Taehyung dropped the paint bottles on the table before rushing to the lamp. He picked it up by the white handle, bringing it closer to his face. As soon as his hand touched the plastic handle, the light on the lamp went out. In the four years that he's owned it, not once has it turned on. He closely analyzed it, looking for a power button when he knew that there wasn't one. Taehyung was at a loss for words; not only was he confused, but he was starting to get a little nervous. Were there supernatural forces at play?
With a sigh, he placed the lamp back on the table. This wasn't something that he should be worrying about right now. He had to finish cleaning up his mess before his parents came over to his place. It would be the first time he's seen them since coming back from tour. Taehyung briefly touched the heart, his hand resting on the glass before walking back to the shelves of paint.
Maybe the heart did work and the light was a message from Jimin....
Jimin had just finished cleaning his prized heart lamp. It had accumulated a few months of dust since he had been away. He placed it back on his nightstand, his hand letting go of the glass heart as he smiled. The gift always made him think of his friendship with Taehyung.
He flipped the light switch off, his room enveloping him into the darkness. With a tiny jump, he hopped into his bed, pulling the covers of his blanket up to his chin. It had been a long day for him and all he wanted to do was rest now. Jimin rested his head against the pillow, hoping that he'd be able to fall asleep quickly. He took in a few deep breaths, wanting to lower his heart rate before closing his eyes. The only sound that could be heard was his air conditioner and his robotic sweeper cleaning any crumbs on the floor in his kitchen.
A sudden bright light made him sit upright in his bed, almost tumbling off the side. His eyes quickly shot to the lamp on his nightstand as he gently gnawed on his lower lip out of nervousness. His hand reached out to grab the white handle of the lamp, but just like with Taehyung, as soon as he touched the plastic the light inside the heart went out. Jimin almost dropped it on the floor out of surprise. He had no clue what was going on and quite frankly, it was unsettling.
Jimin's thoughts began to run rampant; the story behind the lamp immediately coming to the forefront of his mind. Had it turned on because Taehyung touched it? How could he be completely sure that it was because of his best friend? It was weird that he's had it for three years and not once had it turned on. Maybe Taehyung hadn't touched it all those years. But to be fair, it did sit in a room that he hardly ever occupied.
With a small smile, Jimin accepted the idea that the heart lamps truly did work. This just proved to Jimin that him and Taehyung were really soul partners.
A/N: I wrote this originally for a completely different band, but I felt like this was better suited for Jimin rather than my initial intentions. Not sure how to describe this one other than just sad…
Warnings: fluff, angst, death?? or serious injury
A cold breeze swept through the small coffee house that she had just walked into. Her hair was blown around as she tried to rush her two small kids into separate seats. Jimin couldn’t help but notice how the mother never failed to wipe off the smile from her face - it radiated even as she scolded her children for not listening and while she ordered drinks. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled at the thought of her. Not too long ago had he finally decided to make this girl his. He could remember the night clearly; as if it just happened that morning.
The door slammed shut behind her as she walked into the house. It had been a long day at work and she had finally gotten the kids to stop crying at her mother’s house. It was always easy for Hiro to be put to bed, but Jisoo was always the troublesome kid. She couldn’t be more of a daddy’s girl, even if she tried.
She dropped her purse on the floor and swiftly kicked off her heels, using the wall for support so she wouldn’t fall and possibly wake up Jimin. She took a quick glance at her watch and saw that it was already past 10pm. All she wanted to do was just take a nice bath with a glass of pink moscato and close her eyes as the jets massaged her skin. She made her way down the hallway, making sure to turn off the lights that Jimin had forgotten to.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a flickering of lights in the living room. Curiosity getting the best of her, she slowly turned to her left and began walking towards the light. As she neared the source of the light, she realized that it was from candles. They were set up in the shape of a heart on the glass coffee table with rose petals resting inside of the heart. On top of the rose petals lay a card that looked like it was written in Jimin’s handwriting.
Meet me in our master bedroom. I thought we could enjoy ourselves tonight.
The smile that spread across her face could be noticed from miles away. Without a second thought, she turned around and rushed to her bedroom. The door was wide open; she peeped her head into the room and saw Jimin lying on the bed. He was only wearing black sweatpants that seemed to fit him tightly. She could clearly make out the shape of the item in his pocket.
“Jimin…”
He shot her a soft smile and got up from the bed. Instead of walking over to where she stood, he got down on one knee and slid a box out from his pocket.
“Baby, I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I just never knew when the right time would be. I know it’s a little late considering Jisoo and Hiro are already turning 4 this year, but what better time than now? I figured we could get married, go on our honeymoon to Fiji or something, since I have off from touring, and possibly move to a bigger house… I don’t know, it’s all just an idea for now, but what isn’t an idea is how badly I want to marry you and officially make you mine. You mean the world to me and I love you so much. When I first saw you that one day at the show in New York, I knew you were the one for me. You, Jisoo and Hiro are the loves of my life. Please, take my hand in marriage and make me the happiest man ever.”
Her breath caught in her throat, she was completely caught off guard by his proposal. It made her heart swell and her eyes tear up. Her hands flew to her mouth, a few sobs escaping from her mouth as she nodded her head yes.
“Well, angel, you have to give me your hand,” he chuckled lightly at her as he gently grabbed her left hand. He slid the ring onto her ring finger and stood up, “I love you so so much. You will never truly understand just how much you mean to me.”
Jimin slowly leaned his head towards hers, his lips soon softly pressing against hers. Tears slid down her face as he gently placed his hands on both sides of her face.
Jimin looked down at his watch. 7:50pm. He took one more look at his family before he began to reminisce about their beautiful wedding.
They had planned their wedding to be in spring so that the weather was just right. If it was in summer, the guests would most likely not enjoy the ceremony because they would be extremely uncomfortable from the heat. The ceremony was taking place at a beach in Hawaii; rows of chairs were lined up, while being perfectly nestled in the sand. All of the guests that were invited had already made it. Jimin stood on the white fabric covering the sand and took a quick glance at his groomsmen. Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook, Yoongi, Taehyung and Hoseok stood in a line behind him, smiling widely at Jimin as a way of showing their support. They were all waiting for the big moment when she would walkout.
Without further notice, the pianist began to play the traditional tune, signaling that the ceremony had officially begun. Jimin stood there, fiddling with his fingers because of how nervous he was. His eyes focused on his two beautiful children, Jisoo and Hiro, as they happily skipped down the aisle. Jisoo throwing rose petals in the air as Hiro kept squeezing the pillow that held the rings. Jimin chuckled at his son and gently ruffled his hair when Hiro stood next to him. Jisoo stood on the opposite side, patiently waiting for her mother to make her way down.
Jimin looked up and was immediately taken back by what he saw. There she was, her arm linked with her fathers, her smile wide as ever. She looked so beautiful. The white dress had a mermaid silhouette, with a sweetheart neckline that had two sleeves resting on top of the shoulder blades, the dress seemed to perfectly fit her waistline. The thing that tied the whole dress together were the gemstones that were placed on the neckline. Even though the dress was plain and simple, she still looked like a beautiful angel in his eyes.
Jimin couldn’t contain it anymore. He tried to clear his throat to see if that would stop him from tearing up, but only realized that it brought attention to him. He hated crying in front of people that weren’t his family. He harshly bit down on his lip, but then also realized that had been a mistake. His eyes began to water as the stinging from his lip subsided. Tears slid down his face as he watched her walk towards him. He brought a hand up to his face and gently covered his mouth before dragging it off of his face and letting his hand rest at his side again. The tears started to flow more harshly now, the happiness hit him all at once when he realized that he’d be marrying the love of his life. Jimin covered his face with his hands, his shoulders rising and falling with each sob.
She gently kissed her father’s cheek as she let go of him and walked up to Jimin. She gently rubbed his back and smiled at him as he looked up at her.
“I love you so much,” her voice seemed to soothe him since his tears started to slow down. She had only seen him cry a handful of times - this being added to the books now.
Jimin glanced at his watch again. 8pm. He had told her that he’d meet her for a late date at their favorite coffee shop. He took a deep breathe before taking his final step. It all happened too quick for him to register what had just happened.
The impact of the car hitting him sent him flying to the ground. His back being slammed against the street. Just as quickly as his life with her started, his life all together had ended.
She heard car horns blaring. It caught her attention as she stood up. She saw a familiar figure step out into traffic, but as soon as she recognized who it was- it was too late. She frantically ran out the cafe, hoping to God that her children wouldn’t follow her. The front of the car had been totaled, Jimin’s body laying on the floor. She rushed over to his body, taking his hand in hers as tears poured down her face.
“Jimin, please, you can’t die. We’re having another child. I’m pregnant. Please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you. Please.” Her screams and sobs could be heard from inside the cafe, where her children sat eating food. A random bystander took her by the shoulders and helped her up as another onlooker began checking to see if Jimin still had vitals. The first bystander wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his words to her becoming part of the crazy noise that filled her head. Her body had become numb to everything. In a matter of seconds, her whole world had come crashing down before her eyes.
A/N: Hi all! I come bearing a gift in the form of a Yoongi x Reader. I wrote this in the span of two hours so if it seems rushed towards the end, I deeply apologize. I’ll probably come back to this and edit it sooner or later. Anyway, enjoy!
The rain pattered against the roof of the hotel, a sound that some would find solace in. On most nights, it would bring out the hidden sadness in you - sadness from not being able to hug or touch the one person that you loved more than anything in the world, sadness from not being able to see him in person, sadness from not knowing when the next time you'd be face to face.
Light shone into the room, finding it's way through the blinds and onto Yoongi's face. He was resting on his stomach, an arm securely wrapped around your waist with a leg propped in between yours. His mouth was slightly open, a light snore escaping past his pouted lips as you gazed upon him. His freshly dyed hair was disheveled from the tossing and turning he did in his sleep. Yoongi seemed to look at ease whenever he was in a deep slumber.
You hesitantly reached a hand out to gently caress his cheek, the back of your index finger trailing slowly across his smooth skin. Your eyes quickly glanced to the clock on the nightstand. It was 3 in the morning, but you were fully awake now. Your mind was running rampant with the thoughts of Yoongi leaving for tour soon. You had just gotten him back and within a span of two days, you were about to lose him again.
With a small sigh, you trailed your finger down to his lips, trying to trace the outline of his pout as softly as you could. You knew there was no way that he would wake up, but you still couldn't take the chance; Yoongi always turned into a raging dumpling whenever he was awakened.
Without any warning, Yoongi shifted in his sleep, subconsciously pulling your body closer towards his. You moved your hand up to his hair, gently pushing it out of his face and behind his ear as best as you could. These were the moments that you treasured the most with him. Even if you two only saw each other for a short amount of time, you always managed to make the most of it.
You watched as his eyes fluttered open, amazed at how beautiful his lashes looked underneath the moonlight. A smile danced on your lips as his eyes focused in on your face.
"Jagi?" Yoongi's voice was rough and deep, making you shiver slightly. His morning voice was always something that you loved. You'd never tell him, but you would try to call him when you knew he was just waking up so you could hear his voice, even if there was a time difference.
"Mmm?" You quickly glanced down at his lips before your eyes found their way back to his, the dark orbs staring intently at you.
"Why are you awake at this time?"
"I was listening to the rain...it's peaceful."
He licked his lips, "While watching me sleep?" You could only nod your head in response, he had caught you red-handed.
You studied his face, watching as his eyes lit up before a smile formed on his lips. His smiles were uncommon, only appearing when he was genuinely content with life. He leaned his head closer to yours, his breath fanning onto your face.
"Yoongi...I don't want you to leave again." Your voice was just barely above a whisper, the rain almost drowning out your statement.
He sighed, the smile leaving his face, "So, that's what's keeping you up, isn't it?"
Pulling your lip in between your teeth, you gently gnawed on it before giving your answer, "I can't help it... I haven't seen you in 4 months because of my study abroad program and a few days after it ended, you have to go back on tour. I miss being able to lie in your arms like this. I miss our random movie nights. I miss being able to sit in the studio with you, being your muse and motivation for your songs. I miss our random walks at nighttime and our nap sessions after doing the smallest activities that shouldn't drain our energy but still manage to. Yoongi, I just miss you and it breaks me every time you have to leave."
A few moments passed by as he just stared at your face, his eyes scanning over all of your features.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that it affected you this deeply. I've asked you numerous times to visit me on tour, but our schedules never seem to match up." He brought his hand up to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone in a soothing manner. The sound of the rain filled the silence between you two. You needed a second to gather your thoughts so you wouldn't break down in front of him, that was the last thing you wanted to do.
"I know. It's my fault. I shouldn't have said yes to the study abroad program, I just felt really drawn to explore a different country and I thought it would be a great opportunity for me. But, I felt empty the whole 4 months I was gone...I couldn't have made a worse decision."
His thumb continued to caress your skin, "Jagi, it's not your fault. Please don't put all of the blame on yourself. Come with me on this tour. Your program is over with and we're only going to be gone for a few weeks."
"Would your bosses be okay with that? I can't picture them agreeing to something that crazy."
Yoongi chuckled, the sound of it bringing a small smile to your lips. "Jagi, I can do anything I want when I have Jin-hyung on my side."
He leaned his head towards yours, pressing his lips against yours for a quick peck, "Now let's just get some rest, we've got a long day of packing tomorrow."
This is a collection of all my stories. Right now, it’s a little unorganized because I don’t have a lot of content, but once I start releasing more I’ll be sure to make it more orderly.
A/N: Hi again! I’m slowly getting the hang of tumblr still, so if I do anything incorrectly or oddly, please point it out. I’m trying my best to learn my way around here as fast as possible. Anyway, enjoy this little drabble I wrote on my way to class yesterday! (Kuroo x Reader)
"Kuroo, I have a question," a small frown appeared on your lips as you looked up at your significant other. His hair was as messy as ever; it took everything in you to not reach out and ruffle the mess. You two had a long day the night before. Between running errands for your mom and him practicing all day, you two hardly had any time to spend together. In the end, you decided that it would be best to watch a movie at your house and then have an impromptu sleepover.
He propped himself up on the bed, using his hand as support for his head, "Go on." His eyes were firmly situated on your face, the sudden attention from him warming up your cheeks.
You lightly sighed, not sure how to begin the conversation. You two had been together for a little over a month and you still hadn't met any of his teammates, or friends for that matter. You began to wonder if he was embarrassed of you or didn't think you were good enough to introduce to the people most important to him. Sure, you met his parents and the rest of his family, but he always talked about his friends - Kenma, Bokuto, Tsukki, Akaashi, Hinata. You knew all of their names, and yet... you weren't able to place the names to faces.
"I've been thinking a lot... mainly about us, and well, I'm a little concerned to be honest." Kuroo immediately sat up, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion - he thought things were going great between you two and yet here you were, on the verge of breaking his heart. You fiddled with the hem of the blanket, not being able to keep your hands still for even a few seconds. Taking in a deep breath, you continued, "Are you embarrassed of me? I mean, I know I'm not the best looking person on the planet and that you could have anybody you could ever want, but...I can't help but feel as if you're ashamed of me."
Kuroo was visibly taken aback by your question. Not once did he ever think that you were below average, or even average for that matter. He was undoubtedly head over heels for you, completely enamored with everything that you do. Kuroo placed his hand on your cheek as your eyes looked everywhere but at him.
"Kitten, may I ask what brought this up?"
You gently gnawed on your bottom lip, "It may not seem like a big deal to you, but I just feel as if you don't like me enough to introduce me to your friends. Tetsu, you always talk about them and how great they are, but I haven't met them...not even once. It's just a little unsettling and makes me think you don't care for me as much as I care for you."
Kuroo shook his head, a slight sigh escaping past his lips as he slowly moved his hand to your chin. He grabbed onto your face, forcing you to look straight into his eyes, "You mean so much to me. I don't think you really understand how much I adore you, kitten." He leaned his head towards yours, pressing a gentle kiss on your nose before speaking again, "The reason why I never introduced you to them is because they're quite a handful. I don't want you to get overwhelmed when you first meet Bokuto and Hinata. Sure, I'm a lot to deal with, but these guys...pffft they're way worse than me." A slight frown appeared on his lips, "Don't ever think for a second that I would be ashamed of you or embarrassed to call you mine. You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me, I honestly could not have asked for a better partner than you. Kitten, you're my whole world and it hurts me to know that you would consider, even for a second, that you don't mean that much to me." He pressed another kiss to your nose, "If it truly bothers you that much, I can bring you to my practice with the guys tomorrow, sound good?"
You lightly sniffled and nodded your head, your hand making it's way to Kuroo's hand so you could grab onto his wrist. You pulled his hand off your chin and dropped your head onto his chest, "Thank you." Kuroo wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling your body closer to his, "Anything for you, kitten."
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first time actually trying to write something like this. I'm not entirely sure if this is true to the character's in Haikyuu, but I tried my best! I would appreciate any and all feedback. Hopefully, I'll be able to write more for all of you. Enjoy!! (Iwaizumi x Reader x Matsukawa)
Before Iwaizumi knew it, you had been completely and utterly charmed by his teammate - Matsukawa.
He wasn't even able to comprehend just what it was that made you so enamored by his half-wit teammate, but it must've been something great for you to finally settle down after repeatedly shooting down numerous suitors.
Iwaizumi glanced down at his lunch, he had a tight grip on the fork in his hand, forcing it into the rice so he could dig a hole before flattening it down completely. Thoughts of you and Mattsun holding hands, softly kissing each other and hugging ran rampant through his brain.
The national holiday today - Valentine's Day - unfortunately only made Iwaizumi's feelings for you more apparent to him than they had ever been.
A loud voice coming from a tall brunette brought Iwaizumi back from his mental hell, "Iwa-chan!"
He cleared his throat before speaking, his eyes still focused on the tray in front of him as he continuously stabbed the rice, "What do you need, Oikawa?"
"I just wanted to see how my dear Iwa-chan was doing on the day of love!"
Iwaizumi looked up at Oikawa, his eyes narrowing in at the taller boy, "Since when did you openly express your curiosity for my love life, Shittykawa?"
"I'm offended! I always care. Didn't you receive any boxes of chocolate or have letters stuffed into your locker?"
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at the fluffy haired brunette; figures that Oikawa would have something to do with all the impersonal stuff that was stuffed into his locker. When he first arrived at his locker that morning, there was a single card taped onto the silver metal. His heart had jumped at the thought that it could potentially be from her - the one girl who seemed to occupy his thoughts more and more. He had cautiously opened the card, trying to be wary so he didn't rip anything... until he realized that it was just a stupid impersonal card from a girl who pined after Oikawa.
"You got your group of fangirls to send me stuff so I wouldn't feel bad about myself?" The action should have made him feel somewhat better, but in reality it only made him feel worse about his situation. Iwaizumi's eyes studied the expression on his friends face, "I appreciate the gesture, but it's not warranted. You can tell your posse to go back to whatever they were doing. It's just another stupid day, after all." With that, Iwaizumi stood up with the tray in hand and his bag over his shoulder. He left Oikawa at the table, not even offering a small glance at him as he retreated.
Iwaizumi had found himself in the library. It was somewhat uncharted territory, but he figured that it was the last place anyone would search for him. He made his way to the section about fantasy when he heard whispers and giggles coming from behind the bookshelf. With a quick roll of his eyes and a grumble about annoying people, he pulled a book off the shelf to spy on the lovesick couple.
His eyes found the two culprits, his breath caught in his throat, the hand with the book in it immediately pausing mid-air.
It was you and Matsukawa.
You two were sitting on the floor with your backs against the off-white wall. Your hand was firmly grasped in his, a wide smile on your lips as you glanced up at Matsukawa's face. Your eyes shone brightly as if you were looking at your universe. Matsukawa had the back of his free hand covering his mouth so he could stifle, what seemed to be, a laugh. His eyes were looking down at the open book in his lap, completely unaware of the loving look you were giving him.
Iwaizumi felt a twinge in his heart from the scene, but yet he couldn't stop looking... couldn't stop wishing that it was him in Matsukawa's place... his hand in yours... your eyes on him...
You reached your free hand up to Mattsun's face, gently placing it on his cheek as you slightly leaned your body up towards his. Iwaizumi watched as you pressed a soft kiss to Matsukawa's lips, another wide smile erupting on your face.
The pain in Iwaizumi's heart only grew stronger. He knew that he should put the book back and head out, but it was as if his feet were glued to the floor. He watched as you leaned back into the other boy, whispering something in his ear before stealing another kiss. Although this time, Matsukawa didn't allow you to pull away. His hand had sneaked it's way to your neck, preventing you from pulling away.
That was the last straw for Iwaizumi. He placed the book back on the shelf and quickly left the library. He made his way to the staircase, tossing his bag on the ground as he planted his feet on the floor, back firmly pressed against the wall so he could slide down it. The bottom of his elbows were leaning against his knees for support as his hands ran through his hair, harshly pulling at the strands. Maybe if he felt pain in a different part of his body, it'd distract him from the pain in his heart.
Tears threatened to fall as he replayed the scene of you and his teammate kissing in the library. On any given day, he'd just look the other way or occupy himself with something else... but today, today was different. Perhaps it was the fact that there were people celebrating Valentine's day everywhere he went; holding hands, exchanging cards and chocolate, people professing their crushes to others. The one person he truly wanted was you, and it killed him to know that he couldn't have you - you had already made your choice and it wasn't him.
His eyes concentrated on the floor beneath him, praying that his body wouldn't betray him and break down.
Before he knew it, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders, the unknown figure pulling Iwaizumi closer to him. The familiar scent of vanilla mixed with lavender filled his nostrils. It was a smell that he grew accustomed to, even if the owner of the scent annoyed the hell out of him at times. The warm act of kindness was enough to push Iwaizumi over the edge - light sobs could be heard as the tears slid down his face.
Oikawa pulled the crying boy closer towards his body, his hand gently stroking the back of his neck. Oikawa knew deep down that Iwaizumi was struggling with his emotions for quite some time. He first noticed it when you would stop by practice, handing compliments out to everyone, Iwaizumi would turn red at your words, not being able to look you in the eyes. Oikawa noticed it again when they lost against Karasuno and he went to you for comfort. The most telling one was when Matsukawa asked you out on a date. Oikawa had never seen Iwaizumi spike the ball so hard into the ground before, or even storm out of practice an hour before it was over.
It was now Oikawa's turn to comfort his best friend who seemed to be unraveling in front of him.
The sound of a door slamming shut and footsteps light-heartedly coming towards them was enough for Oikawa to release his hold on his best friend. Iwaizumi sniffled and leaned his back against the wall for support, his hands falling onto his lap. Oikawa sat cross-legged on the floor next to his mess of a friend, his hand reaching out to hold onto Iwa's wrist as a way of showing his emotional and physical support.
"Iwaizumi-kun?"
Oikawa looked up at you, shooting you a small smile, "Iwa-chan is feeling a little down right now, but don't worry about him!"
Iwaizumi placed his hands on the collar of his shirt, using the fabric to dry up his tears, "Do you need me for anything?"
You shook your head, your heart strings pulling at the sight of Iwaizumi on the floor, his eyes bloodshot from crying. What could have happened that made him so upset? Your hands fiddled with the Valentine's Day cards that you made for Iwaizumi and Oikawa as your thoughts ran rampant. It was your tradition to make cards for the whole team since becoming friends with the boys in your first year. Gently biting your lip, you placed the card on his lap and Oikawa's on his, "Happy Valentine's Day, Iwaizumi and Oikawa." With that, you departed and hurriedly ran to your next class to see Issei-chan.
Iwaizumi, on the other hand, grabbed the card and opened it. It simply said, I won't go bacon your heart, with a doodle of a piece of bacon. The irony of the statement made Iwaizumi scoff out loud.
"Well, if you wanna laugh, read mine." Oikawa shoved his card in his best friend's face. There was a sharpie taped onto it with the words, Are you a sharpie? Because you're ultra fine. How fitting for Oikawa.
Iwaizumi softly grabbed onto Oikawa's arm, pulling him towards himself so he could rest his forehead against Oikawa's shoulder, "It hurts so much."
how am I still completely obsessed with haikyuu. its literally been almost five years since I started watching it and I’m still active in the fandom, reading fanfics almost everyday and spending way too much money on useless merch. I’ve honestly been in so many fandoms since I started watching it that I just grew out of or stopped caring about but haikyuu just won’t let me go! is there any escape from this volleyball hell?! can anyone relate??
I love this so much. For multiple reasons. One all of the different art styles. Two I have been seen this post around Tumblr ever since I first came here. And three ever since I first came it’s been getting longer and better ever cents!
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