summary: your flower shops gets its daily visit from the cute tattoo parlor owner who has his shop across the street.
note: i wrote again ha ha ha i’m super busy with uni projects as i hope to graduate within a month so !! sorry for my inactivity :(( but please enjoy this short-ish piece
there he was again. you looked at the door from your seat up and waved at him, indicating that he could walk in. “it’s open,” you still said.
“yo,” he said, nodding, pushing his body through the wall, his sketchbook tucked underneath his arm.
“hi.” you smiled back. “busy day today?”
he nodded another time, and just like that you fell into your normal morning routine. he went to sit on a different spot than he usually did and started sketching some flowers, while you went and got the fresh flowers from the back and started organizing them and making pre-made bouquets.
you couldn’t help but glance over in his direction every now and then. he was looking exceptionally… interesting today.
he looked cute, with his spiky but messy hair, his hand going through it once in a while, the pencil in his other hand often traveling to his mouth. it was…
just as he was about to look around, you quickly looked back to your work, cutting flowers at the decent length.
you hear him approach you and your heart beat picks up. he put his sketchbook down on your counter. you look up to meet his eyes and your heart skips a beat for a second.
“do you still have some dried flowers in the back?”
“yea—” you cough, choking on your breath — just great — “yeah. i put them to dry for you last week, so they might not be too great yet, but you can go have a look at them.”
he put up a grin. “cool, thanks.”
he already started walking away when you couldn’t help but call after them, “you know the way,” to which he raised his hand, his back already disappearing around the corner.
you breath out. why was it so hard facing him? no, haha, you knew absolutely why.
the cute tattoo artist from across the street, iwaizumi hajime, would always come over right before your shift to sketch some flowers for inspiration. and he wasn’t just cute… with his tattooed sleeves, and the big pieces on his thighs, and the smaller tattoo you once peeked in the nape of his neck — you didn’t really know what it was, though.
you shook it off. what you did know is that in the last couple weeks the strange tattoo artist from across the street had become familiar with you in a way that you hadn’t expected. he came over to sketch flowers for inspiration — before you opened, because you had once idly expressed that you disliked it when he came when there were customers, and he listened — and you asked him to drink a cup of coffee before he left and you opened the shop.
and that’s what you also went and did this morning. right before he’d come in, you made sure to get a pot of fresh coffee going.
“hajime, are you done? coffee is almost ready,” you called for him, suddenly realizing how rude that might have come off as. “i mean, uh, don’t feel pressured or anything.”
you heard a laugh coming from around the corner, with him entering your little kitchenette shortly after. “don’t worry about it,” he replied, sitting down in ‘his’ stool. you said down in yours and gave either of you your coffee cups.
you grinned at his coffee cup. two weeks ago he had brought his own so that you didn’t have to keep on using paper cups for him — “paper tastes so bad,” he had complained.
you stared at him for a while, but neither of you noticed.
you opened your mouth to ask him something that has been on your mind for a little longer than just today, but something loud and shrill interrupted you before you could even utter one word.
the beeping of his watch announced the next hour, meaning it was time for your shop to open and him to return to his shop.
he drank the rest of his coffee quickly and stood up, grabbing his cup and tucking it between his bicep and his side. “thanks for the coffee,” he smiled, looking down at the ground.
“of course,” you smiled in return, trying to make his eyes avert the ground and face yours.
but he didn’t. he turned around and left for the door, while you kept looking at him. his hand moved up to pull open the door. he looked over his shoulder, waved at you one last time and finally made your eyes meet.
you raised your arm to wave back, smiling softly, and saw him disappear outside, across the street and into his own shop.
staring at the glass door a little longer, you finally decided to stand up and get your day started. a new delivery was coming in today and you had to get a part of the store ready.
while you were busy, your mind couldn’t stop wandering away to the cute tattoo artist who had his shop across the street from you.
you honestly wished you could me more than just neighbors.
you huffed softly, picking up a new pot of flowers, and mumbled to yourself, “as if. he’s no match for me, that’s for sure...”
but saying that ached your heart so much, you nearly dropped the vase. you stood in shock, as you stared at the shards on the floor.
“to hell with that,” you mumbled, leaving the shards as they were as you hurried outside, running across the street. you had to take care of more important matters.
you rather had shards on the floor than shards in your heart for the rest of your life. it was now or never.
you barged in through the door of the tattoo parlor, quickly catching your breath from your short run. you knew he had a customer in the morning but he luckily hadn’t started yet.
“iwaizumi hajime!” you yelled out, eyes shut tight, afraid to look him in the eyes for the following seconds. “i like you! i’ve liked you for a while now! i’m sorry i came barging in like this but i couldn’t hold back anymore!”
you breathed heavily in and out, adrenaline rushing through your body as you made your first confession ever. your eyes were still closed.
footsteps came closer and closer and you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“i’m sorry,” is what the familiar voice told you.
you opened your eyes, confused. “what?” was he going to say that he—
“i’m sorry that you were the one who had to confess first,” iwaizumi’s said with softened eyes and his mouth in his stupid little grin.
you stared at him for a little while. “what... are you trying to say?”
he laughed, shaking his head, and embraced you. “fill that one in for yourself.”
tagging @tamcitrus, @settersloveletters thank u my luvs <3333
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader
genre: woooo fluff
summary: you reminisce the past year when you and iwaizumi got to know each other — all thanks to that one snowball and the friend of a friend of a friend.
words: ~2.8k
FOR @tsukkiscookies RISSE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3
note: for the secret santa gift exchange with the @haikyuucreations server!!!! note2: not beta’ed or edited....womp.
note3: merry belated christmas and a happy new year in advance everyone!!! may 2021 bless you with better things.
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One winter ago. That’s when it all started. The falling snow that you saw outside your room made you remember.
The snowfall had been very heavy that year too. It was only December but the world was already drawn in a pretty white.
Outside of the university is when you got to know him first. Got to know him… well… that might be a too far-fetched word but it came close.
You had just been done with your last class and was on your way home, walking instead of taking the bus. Your friends had been long gone, having skipped the last class.
With some music ringing in your ears, you were getting a little distracted — a little too much. Not too much to get so distracted that traffic would get the better of you, but still distracted.
When suddenly you got an immense blow from the back. Air left your lungs with a shock and you had to cough to regain your posture. You had stumbled a little forward, and with nothing to hold you upwards, you nearly fell to the ground. Good balance came a long way.
You wiped off your clothes and put up a glare as you flipped your head around to stare daggers into the person who just attacked you with whatever that was. A quick glance on the ground made you notice a small heap on top of the snow—
Ah. So it had been a snowball, huh…
You broke into a sweat glaring at that person. You had to suppress your urges not to gather some snow into a snowball for yourself and attack that person.
And you failed to suppress it. In an instant, your hands flew down to the ground, making a snowball and firing it off with the person in your sight. Enough to wipe that stupid grin off his face.
Got him there.
You were so fed up with this entire situation you turned around again and left for home again.
The person didn’t engage with you again. As he should.
*
A few days later your 6 year old cousin had asked you to come out with them while you were visiting your grandparents, to make a snowman in the park. Of course you tagged along, who wouldn’t want to see their cute cousin trying to make a snowman.
The thing, however, was that you hadn’t brought a warmer jacket with you. You weren’t going to ask your aunt and uncle if you could wear either of their jackets… So just your thin jacket that you would wear in the car it was.
While your cousin was tugging you along to the park, it started snowing a little. Great. You withheld the urge to shiver.
The two of you started making bigger and bigger balls out of snow to make up the body of the snowman. It was not going to be that big of a snowman, since your cousin was not that tall yet. Not that you were either—but not child ——————
Time passed quickly and you were already working up a sweat and not feeling cold anymore. The snow was still holding on, but you still felt unbothered by it. The smile on your cousin’s face was more than enough.
“Hey!” A sudden voice got you out of your concentration.
You whipped your head around and immediately wish you hadn’t.
“You,” you bite out. You recognize him in an instant. It was that same dude who had hit you with a snowball a couple of days ago.
“Me?” he asked, visibly confused.
Sighing, you turned back as you heard your cousin call for your name. You answered her, helped her with some snow and turned back to face him.
“Never mind. I could help remember but that wouldn’t be worth anything.”
The boy was still confused and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly looking face.
“Can I help you with something?” The snowman wasn’t going to finish on its own, so you had gone back to collecting more snow.
“Ah,” he seemed hesitant. You didn’t look up but heard his footsteps approach closer. “I saw you from my living room window.”
“So?” That sounded kind of creepy if anything.
“I, uh, noticed you were shivering, so I got you a pair of gloves and a sweatshirt to wear.”
You stopped. Looked up. He indeed was holding a pair of gloves and a sweatshirt.
“Oh.” You didn’t know what to say. You patted your snowy hands off on your jeans. “How can I accept these? I don’t even know you.”
The boy had been taken by surprise. “Oh! Of course, sorry. My name is Iwaizumi Hajime.”
Ah, so that's Iwaizumi Hajime.
You laughed shortly, taking the items from his hands. You had forgotten about snowball event and decided to act as a reaction to this act of kindness. “Thank you, Iwaizumi-san. My name is y/n.” You slipped on the sweater, and pushed your hands into the gloves. That was so much better than shivering it out, trying to warm your own body.
“No problem. Nice to meet you, y/n. Glad I could be of any help.”
He didn’t seem like he was going to leave anytime soon, appearing rather interested in the building of the snowman.
“Do you,” you started, gesturing towards the snowman, “mayhaps want to be of more help?”
“Sure!” he said, not second guessing himself any moment.
You laughed and continued working on the snowman.
*
Iwaizumi and you didn’t exchange numbers or anything, so that was the last time the two of you had spoken with each other. In that conversation, it became clear that you went to the same university as he did, but was in a different department. And on the other side of the campus.
You had a mutual friend, though. Well, mutual was different. Iwaizumi’s best friend, Oikawa Tooru, was friends with your best friend that you knew from high school. So, a friend of a friend of a friend… or something like that.
Now it happened that a few weeks ago those two friends, Oikawa and your best friend, who were in the same dorm building, had organized a secret Santa gift exchange.
And it so happened that you got him for secret Santa. So for the past couple days, with Christmas really quickly nearing now, you had been pondering deeply on what to gift him. You couldn’t ask anyone, since no one really knew the boy aside from Oikawa Tooru. But everyone also knew Oikawa Tooru couldn’t keep his gossiping mouth shut tight.
You also didn’t want to get him anything generic, but the gifts on his list were all sold out already, and—UGH.
You just had to rake your brain around it somehow. It didn’t need to be super duper perfect, since he wasn’t even a friend or anything. (But just a friend of a friend of a friend.)
Still, something about it made you want to do your best to find something that would fit his likings.
These coming days were going to be long.
Fast forward to the day past Christmas, it was the day of Secret Santa and you were nervous.
Somehow, seeing Iwaizumi in front of you in the circle made you even more nervous.
Fidgeting with your fingers, you felt your hands becoming sweatier with the minute.
There was something about the way he was avoiding eye contact with you that just wasn’t sitting right with you.
Gifts were going around, getting exchanged and everyone had a lot of laughs. However, you were feeling strange and unable to enjoy the time to the fullest. Your friend noticed and asked if you wanted to head back to your dorm earlier.
You thought it over for a while. Although you wanted to stay for longer, it did seem like a better solution.
With your friend announcing to the group that the two of you were going to take your leave, you stood up—not without glancing over at Iwaizumi. Something about him made you look back at him, time and time again.
But this time only once.
You grabbed your and your friend’s jackets and walked ahead of them, out of the dorm room.
Not that much longer the door opened and closed it behind you.
“Here,” you didn’t look up from your phone and handed over the jacket with your other hand. “Let’s leave.”
“Actually,” a male voice said, making you look up, eyes widened. Iwaizumi. “I was wondering how you were feeling since you hadn’t been looking that good all evening.” He sheepishly placed a hand behind his head.
You smiled gently. “Thanks. I’m fine, actually. The room just felt a little suffocating.”
“You don’t like busy places like that, do you?” he said faintly.
Staring at him, you were confused at how he noticed that. He quickly answered your apparently questionable face with a, “I could tell.”
“Oh.”
“Ah, but don’t feel weirded out by that,” he laughed nervously, “I didn’t mean it wrong.”
He seemed nervous. You laughed at his quick talk.
“Don’t worry. Thanks for caring, I think. I guess? Yes.” What you were babbling yourself you didn’t know either, but all that mattered was Iwaizumi asking for your well being.
The conversation died and neither of you were looking at each other nor at anything in particular.
“So…” Iwaizumi started.
“Right…” You were actually starting to wonder where your friend was at, making you wait like that, but Iwaizumi’s company made you less bothered.
“I actually had you for Secret Santa,” you blurt out. “Sorry if your gifts weren’t good or anything, I had a hard time picking something for you since we had only met up and talked to you that one time when I was building a snowman with my cousin.” Before you realized you had said more to him than you wanted to. “Ack, sorry. Didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”
Unexpectedly, Iwaizumi had laughed in response. “All good. Actually,” he hesitated a little, “I’m in the same boat as you.”
For the first time since he had walked after you after leaving the group, you turned to look at him and into his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I, uh, had you too. For Secret Santa, I mean.”
You were aghast. Not once had you noticed that the two of you were literally in the same boat.
“Oh, wow. That is strange.” You laughed and Iwaizumi joined you.
“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his head again. “So, sorry too if my gifts aren’t what you expected them to be, haha. I tried my best.”
“No! I mean, uh, they are great. Thank you. I can see you put a lot of effort into finding the right thing.”
“Same goes for you,” he quickly added. “You actually did a pretty good job.”
“Really?” Your eyes lifted up, a bright smile drawn on your face. “That’s good,” you said a bit softer.
The conversation slowed down again, but this time it didn’t bother you. The atmosphere was nice and enjoyable.
“Do you…” Iwaizumi started after maybe a minute or so, “Maybe want to go out for coffee or something? Outside of university I mean.”
You didn’t waver for one second and said “Yes, I would love to.”
“Really?” Iwaizumi didn’t seem to believe you, so you nodded to confirm it once again. “Wow, okay, cool. Do you mind exchanging numbers? Would be way easier to contact you like that instead of asking through Oikawa and your friend.
Before Iwaizumi had finished speaking, you had actually already moved your phone into his direction. “Let’s do that.”
*
Iwaizumi and you had met up more than once for coffee after that exchange and in the new year. Your friend hadn’t questioned anything and just went along with it. “Nothing weird to see or talk about,” she’d say. After some interrogation, you had figured out that she had been staying back on that day on purpose and that Oikawa and her were trying to get Iwaizumi and you closer to each other.
Hence the shared Secret Santa troubles and Iwaizumi following after you instead of your friend.
Winter had dragged along for another month and more snow had fallen from the sky. The white winter wonderland was already quickly turning into a more brownish land due to the dirt on the roads mixing with the snow and university had resumed after the two week Christmas break.
You had started seeing Iwaizumi less because of the pressure university was already giving you after only one week.
One evening you were resting in your room when suddenly your roommate stormed in.
“Have you seen this?!” she yelled out—scratch that. She was screaming.
“What are you so excited for? I’m studying…”
“You have got to see this,” she exclaimed again. She was holding something in her hands. A paper kind of something, you could see that much.
“If you’d stop waving around whatever you want to show me so much I might actually be able to see it before the end of this day.” You put down your pen and leaned your arm on the back of the chair, turning your body to your friend, who had plopped down on your bed.
“You’re never going to believe this.”
“Believe what? You’re really making me wait this long, huh?”
“Okay, okay, listen up,” she coughed and sat up straight. In a rather serious tone, she started reading: “Title of the article: best winter picture competition winner has been announced—” right, that had been going around too, you thought “—Winner: Iwaizumi Hajime.”
“What? Really? He didn’t even tell me he was entering the competition. We hadn’t even talked about it.”
The way your friend was laughing at you was signing you that there was up with that.
“Let me see that,” you snatched the paper from her hands and… your mouth dropped open.
It was a picture of you. In the snow. With the snowflakes falling on your face, eyes closed. In the forest.
Titled: ‘wow you have very pretty eyes.’
That had been taken on one of your outings—not dates; you weren’t dating—to the forest while it had been snowing. Iwaizumi had taken his camera with him, but had only taken pictures of either the animals you guys saw or the flora that had looked pretty in the snow.
Or so you had thought.
Without saying anything else, you disappeared from your room, leaving your friend behind.
You had stormed off, on your way to the building Iwaizumi was residing in. You barged into his room without knocking and held up the paper.
“What is the meaning of this?” you bit at him a little harder than you had intended it to sound.
“You saw it,” he only said, avoiding eye contact.
He seemed nervous.
You lessened your temper.
“Ye-yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“I… I do.”
“I meant it.”
“Oh.”
“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’.
“I see.”
You didn’t say anything else. You were starting to feel flattered instead. After another look, you had to agree. It was a pretty picture.
“Thank you,” you finally said. “It’s really pretty. I’m glad I was the model that took you to first place,” you said playfully.
He laughed and the ice was broken. “Good. Thanks for modeling for me,” he joked.
*
“What are you thinking about?” Iwaizumi asked you, pushing you out of your thoughts. He had just entered your room and walked up to you, placing his arms around your waist, with his head leaning on your shoulder.
“Hm? Oh, just thinking about last year’s Secret Santa and the events that followed after—” you glanced at the picture that you had cut out and hung up above your desk “—Secret Santa and the new year.”
“Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”
“Me neither.”
“I hope you had fun this year,” Iwaizumi said, pecking your cheek.
You buried yourself into his hug. “Very much. You?”
“Of course. You played a big part in it so I’m very thankful for that. How you were able to open up to me and all, I appreciate that a lot.”
You smiled and released yourself from Iwaizumi’s grip, to stand up and once again embrace yourself in his arms.
“Thank you too for allowing me to be so open and for your love towards me.”
“To another year full of great things,” Iwaizumi whispered into your hair.
“To another year full of even greater things,” you repeated soflty into his chest.
summary: after your confession and a couple of dates, tonight’s drinks had you finally gather the courage to ask about a few of iwaizumi’s tattoos. and scars. and birthmarks.
notes: a part two to my iwaizumi!tattoo artist au that you can read over here
the two of you had gone on several dates after you had confessed your feeling to him — dear god your adrenaline was rushing so hard when it happened, you still have no idea what gave you the idea of jumping in like that.
tonight, however, was a different kind of date.
drunkenly, you had asked him about his several tattoos and if they had any meaning behind them. iwaizumi, tipsy as well, had suddenly stood up, walked over to the server, asked for the bill, paid, and walked back to you, only to drag you out of his seat and having you follow him.
and there you were, in his room and on his bed, with iwaizumi taking off his shirt, revealing his entire sleeve, a chest tattoo that went with it.
you could only stare.
“wow,” you breathed out, impressed by the amount of work that had gone into the sleeve. the details were unlike anything you had ever seen and the chest piece covering one of his pecs was staring right back at you.
“cool, huh?” he returned and you nodded.
you extended your arm. “can i… touch it?” iwaizumi nodded and you let your hand brush over his arm. trailing it, your fingers bumped over something. “a scar?” you asked.
iwaizumi grinned sheepishly. “yeah… i got it when i was cycling to high school one day and tripped really bad. had to get stitches for that one. oh, and also here,” he looked up, facing the ceiling, showing his neck and skin. the position showed you clear access to the smaller volleyball tattoo you had previously noticed, but also a scar on the bottom of his chin. “ragged my chin over the concrete when i fell that time too,” he commented, pointing his finger up.
before you knew it, you had moved your hand from his arm to his chin, to feel the chipped part. you didn’t say anything.
“what about you,” he breathed, moving his head back to stare back at you.
subconsciously you removed your sweater and sat in front of him, in your bra and your jeans. you took his hand and moved it up, placing it on your collar bone. “when i was younger i loved climbing in trees. until i was thirteen, however, when i fell from one and broke my collarbone.”
“woah.” he didn’t say anything for the next couple seconds, until, “and that was the only thing you broke?” you nodded. “that’s… so much luck wow.” you nodded again. “dang.”
you shrugged it off, moving on to another one. “also, look, my brother once stabbed me so hard with a pencil it nearly impaled me. you can still see a small dent, right here.” you pointed at a small spot, next to a birthmark, a little to the side of your belly button.
you laughed, letting go of your skin and covering your mouth with your hand. “i guess.”
the two of you sat for a while, with you simply studying his sleeve; the colors that were used impressed you and the aesthetic really showed the entirety of the piece off. lower, on his abdomen, you noticed a small triangle of birthmarks.
“that’s pretty cool,” you whispered, pointing at them.
“you think so?”
“yeah. triangles like that are fun.”
iwaizumi laughed softly, “i guess so.”
“do you have any other cool tattoos that i need to know of?” you suddenly asked, still intriguingly looking at his chest piece.
“oh yeah!” his voice suddenly went up and you managed to avert your eyes, to lock them with his. they were suddenly shining brightly and he stretched out, his hands reaching for his pants, rolling up one of the cuffs.
the action revealed a small alien. he laughed, before letting go off his leg, which he extended towards you. you took it from him and placed it into your lap.
you saw a small alien staring right back at you.
“you see,” he said, stopping himself to laugh again, “i got this when my best friend turned eighteen. i had already turned eighteen a month before him, so we were just waiting on him becoming an adult too. we were so stoked about it, you can’t even imagine it.
“oikawa — that’s his name, oikawa tooru — is so interested in aliens, you have no idea. this boy and aliens… a match made in heaven. but anyways, we were dumb and young and decided on getting matching alien tattoos. his is colored differently, but we still match, haha.”
you have to suppress a laugh yourself. “that’s honestly so cute and pure.”
he laughs again. “it is. oikawa has been my best friend since i was super tiny, so to get this with him meant a lot to me. it was our first tattoo, and i had already dreamt of opening up my own parlor so this was a cool way to get familiar with it. oikawa, however, hated the pain and didn’t get anything else after.”
the two of you burst out in laughter. you can’t imagine what this oikawa person must look like. probably just as fit as iwaizumi, but taller or shorter, lighter or darker hair, you had no idea.
“sounds amazing. when did you start tattooing yourself?”
“i dropped out of college to go after my dream of becoming a tattoo artist. i studied sports health, but i honestly felt like tattooing would be more me. i became an apprentice, studied a little longer than others and finally opened up my shop two years later. and i’ve currently had my shop for a little over two years as well.”
“oohh,” you say, amazed at his ambition. that was right, your flower shop opened up later than his tattoo parlor. “that’s so impressive and inspiring.”
“yup! and,” he added, his voice going up in excitement, “i got my very first apprentice coming in next week.”
you rounded your eyes. “what?! that’s so cool! congrats!”
“thanks,” he grinned. “i’m excited about it, too.”
“you should bring them over for coffee once when they start,” you mention with a grin.
morning coffees had become more and more fun ever since the two of you had started going out on dates. iwaizumi had even brought cakes along with him.
but iwaizumi shook his head heavily. “no!”
“what no,” you giggled.
he scooted closer, moving your legs over his, your bodies coming closer.
“morning coffees are our little thing,” he smiled softly. then he huffed, “but if you really want to see them you can come over yourself, maybe get a tattoo or something,” he mentioned quickly, with you nearly missing it, “but not morning coffees!”
you huffed. “me getting a tattoo? what, you want yourself to be the one to set my first tattoo? that’s a commitment.”
iwaizumi grinned. “a risk i’m willing to take. you’ve seen my sketches and my work! you know how good i am, right?”
you could only nod. that’s right, you did. “i guess i can’t say no to that offer, can i now?” you teased him and he squeezed your sides. you squealed and slapped him playfully; he knew you couldn’t handle that.
“nope, you can’t. but let me rephrase it, actually,” he said, letting go of your sides.
the area he left suddenly felt empty and cold. you raised your eyebrows, wondering what could come next.
iwaizumi coughed once before opening his mouth to speak. “y/n,” he started, and you already laughed at the official tone behind it. “can i, please, please, set your first tattoo. please?” he added for the last time.
you laughed and nodded. “of course. but! i get to choose whatever i want, and i do want to pay you for it.”
it wasn’t the first time iwaizumi had mentioned wanting to put a tattoo on your body, but he had always said you wouldn’t have to pay him for it — the morning coffees were enough of a payment.
while he was staring at you in disbelief, opening his mouth to contradict, you shook your head wildly.
“not taking any no’s! it’s this or i’m going to another shop!”
iwaizumi pouted and you had to try your hardest not to laugh out loud into his face, but to remain your straight and serious face.
finally, he gave in. you smiled at your success and snuggled a little closer towards him, throwing your arms around him.
“thank you,” you softly told him.
iwaizumi hummed, feeling content, and also moved his arms around your body.
pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader
genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!
summary: wakatoshi finds love in the smallest things when with you.
words: 1500
note: for the home sweet home collab with the @haikyuucreations server!!!!
note2: not beta’ed or edited!! :(
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Ever since Wakatoshi and you started taking another step in your relationship—that step being living together!—you have noticed that the smallest things will enjoy him.
You waking up next to him, walking over to ask for a big bear hug, sitting next to each other on the sofa late at night watching your favorite show, you giving him forehead kisses while standing on your tippy toes… even just asking what he wants for dinner tonight will enjoy him.
Finding it odd at first, you got used to it pretty quickly. His strong looks sure didn’t help with that, especially not in the beginning of your relationship, but you were soon enough […] to his much softer side. One that he only showed you.
And tonight, while you were all snuggled up on the couch underneath a blanket, sipping your hot cocoa and warming your hands against it to try and ignore the colder fall weather, watching your favorite show, Wakatoshi walked over to the couch as well. He’d just taken a hot shower as he had been playing volleyball all day, and really looked like he needed a break.
So, you raised the blanket right when he wanted to sit down, opening up a seat for him. He took the blanket from your hands, plopped down next to you and moved the blankets over his bod- well, only his upper body.
Unbeknownst and automatically, he leaned into you—his broad figure nearly making up for a second blanket.
“Aren’t your feet cold?” you asked him, pointing at them.
He shook his head and wiggled his toes in a try to keep them in motion and keep them warm. It made you smile and you put your head on his.
“Was your practice match tough today?” Your voice sounded a little muffled and smaller because of your cheek that was pressed up against his head.
“Not really. It wasn’t as hard as an official match, but it was fun.”
“That’s good,” you mumbled back, followed by a small kiss on his head. “I’m glad you had fun. I can’t wait to watch you again.”
“Me neither.”
And while having started with your favorite show, before the two of you actually went to bed and actually wanted to untangle your bodies from the most comfortable cuddle ever, you ended up a show that was neither hilarious nor boring, but just a moment of easy-going TV watching.
And that was enough for Wakatoshi to feel at ease again.
Other times can be when Wakatoshi is preparing to go to his volleyball match. More important ones require more time for getting ready in the mornings, but today it wasn’t that intense (?).
Except for you it was. Starting your new job today, you woke up with a stressed feeling. You hadn’t slept well and Wakatoshi knew. While he was a deep sleeper, it was impossible to remain a deep slumber with a stressed you next to him. And that wasn’t about you rolling around constantly, no. It was more that he felt your stress and that he wanted to make sure you were able to catch a better sleep.
And he tried to do so by hugging you (and falling asleep after).
Most of the times it worked, but because you were starting your new job today, you just couldn’t find sleep.
Wakatoshi decided to calm you down. He woke up the time he normally would when he got an important match scheduled. Instead of spending his time doing extra morning stretches, he decided to surprise you with a good breakfast. One that would make you feel energized and excited, and hopefully calm you down.
The smell of your favorite breakfast flies into the bedroom and instantly woke you up. You’re puzzled because you didn’t know Wakatoshi had plans like this. You got up and decided to make your way to the kitchen.
Peeking inside, you see your boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi, wearing your apron and cooking breakfast.
“Good morning,” you hesitantly started with.
His suddenly tensed up posture told you he got startled. You giggle as you see how quickly he tried to regain his relaxed one.
“Morning,” he mumbled in return and continued baking the egg. “Did you sleep well?” You hummed, knowing very well that he knew how badly you had slept. Hence the detailed breakfast.
You watched him finish the breakfast and thanked him when he put it out in front of you. You noticed that there was only one plate… “Don’t you want anything?”
“I’ve already eaten something and watching you eat is enough.”
The way he says something that can be so cringey say it so effortlessly is making your heart beat more.
What you didn’t know, is that he really meant it. The way your eyes would soften and sparkle when eating was enough.
Although it was always good to be back home.
Wakatoshi didn’t really like visiting his family. One of the most foremost reasons was his mom taking out his photo album every single time and showing you pictures of a baby-‘toshi.
It didn’t bother you in the slightest. You actively enjoyed the many photo albums his mom had kept over the years—until the end of middle school. She then would always go on about how she was sad she didn’t keep it during his high school years (because “You would have loved how big he suddenly had gotten.”).
You enjoyed seeing them because Wakatoshi refused to take any selfies of have you take sudden pictures of him.
He absolutely did not like it if he got a picture taken of him when he was either laughing or making weird faces.
He did, however, like watching you laugh at him whether or not it was at his baby pictures with him being a big baby with his mother, or at pictures of his current self that you took out of the blue in your home.
Nights out with the two of you were rare. Especially because Wakatoshi was one of the country’s star players and not that unknown to the world.
But when you did, the two of you would pull every string to make it perfect. From doing your hair to him shaving his stubble, and from you playfully bumping your elbow in his sides and your hip against his.
At the restaurant Wakatoshi got a lot of attention in the beginning. The restaurant knew he was coming together with you, and the two of you aren’t unfamiliar to that restaurant. The night was amazing, and you would still be amazed by how expensive the restaurant looked and actually was.
Wakatoshi loved seeing you look at the lights and how you looked in the lights too.
Seeing you all done up is nice and all. But to Wakatoshi, that’s more than enough for an evening out.
You opened the door to your apartment, a long time after you were supposed to eat dinner.
There was something about coming home after a long day of work that makes it all a little easier.
The familiar smell of home that you breathed in right away, Wakatoshi walking up to you, his arms wide open and ready to catch you. And he did as you fell into his embrace. That warm feeling home home amplified even more and you couldn’t help but instantly fall at ease.
Still wrapped in his arms, the two of you walk over to the kitchen, where it became clear that Wakatoshi had been busying himself with cooking dinner again.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you pouted and look up at him.
“But I did.” He didn’t bother taking you out of his embrace and continued stirring in the pan.
“Hmm. It smells good. Thank you,” you mumbled, your face now stuffed into his warm sweater and he hummed in return.
You looked at his face as he was concentrating on preparing the food. His brow was slightly furrowed, with his mouth a little opened. In full concentration.
Laughing softly, you moved up one of your hands that you had latched together on his back to his head, moving your fingers along his scalp. The soft scratches made Wakatoshi relax visibly. His features became softer and he went to rest his head on the top of your head. Your other hand, in the meantime, started leaving scratches over his spine. He was unable to suppress a small shiver and you giggled.
“Thank you for doing all of this for me even though you have worked hard today too,” you mentioned out of nowhere. It sounded muffled because his head was still on top of yours, your face pressed into his sweater again.
It’s all in these small moments when Ushijima Wakatoshi can’t help but all for you more and more. And these moments prove it to Wakatoshi more and more and living together with you was one of his best decisions in life.
pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader
words: 3102
rating: m for the big ending xoxo
summary: a birthday series of you and hajime becoming a little closer than just bodyguard and princess.
warnings: fluff with a surprising ending in some hinted on soft-porn :)))
note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @writeiolite // @seijoh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you’ve had an amaaazing day!!! <33333
note2: thanks @tamcitrus @hairbleachwhore @settersloveletters for the beta!!!! always vvvv much appreciated mwah!!!
[ e i g h t ]
you open the door softly, looking around the corners of it. your eyes light up as soon as you see him.
“hajime,” you whisper a little louder than intended. “come in, quickly!” you giggled as you dragged him inside your room. “you have to take a look at all the new things i got for my birthday!”
“they’re really nice,” he told you, smiling at every new toy you showed him.
even though the two of you were four years apart from each other and hajime was a mere servant’s child in your palace, in your eyes he was your best friend.
in his, however, you were someone he’d taken a little more liking to, more than just a childhood friend should have.
[ t e n ]
“how’s school?” you ask him. the two of you are lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. ever since he started middle school he got so tired when coming back home. you started inviting him into your room to get some rest.
just to rest.
“school’s alright. the cook made me a delicious bento, so that was nice, i guess.”
“oh, wow. what did she make you?”
“it was just sooo good. the rice was cooked so well and oh! she even included some super yummy stewed beef.”
“woah!” you exclaimed. "were your friends jealous?”
hajime grinned. “super jealous.”
“must be nice,” you said after a while, sighing deeply. “i wish i could go to a real school too.”
while you were beginning to feel sick and tired of being homeschooled, your best friend was having a blast in the outside world. in the palace, it was just you and a different teacher every year. of course you’d get jealous of him meeting new people and seeing cooler places.
“maybe when you enter middle school you can?”
“hm… i don’t think so. i never heard mom or dad say anything about it.”
“we can still hope!” he tried.
you shook your head and pouted your lips. “i think i’ll be stuck here, hajime.”
“how was your birthday?” he asked, trying to get your mind off of what was getting you down.
he was expecting your eyes to light up, to have you tell him about your amazing birthday, but you only sighed. “it was okay, i guess.”
you had come to find your birthdays boring if they couldn’t be spent with hajime.
that had hurt him. how could a ten year old think such thoughts that were already dripping with so much concern? it was an unknown feeling to him… but then again, he was just the servant and you were the princess.
[ f o u r t e e n ]
“why can’t you just join me for our family dinner?”
hajime swallowed loudly. “i just can’t, okay?”
though you didn't notice, he had begun to find it harder and harder to stay concentrated around you. your body was growing and he just turned eighteen.
you were still fourteen and he was eighteen.
“but you could two weeks ago?”
“that was because two weeks ago it was my birthday and your parents wanted to congratulate me on becoming an adult.”
“oh,” you said, not quite understanding why he could on his own birthday, but when you asked him to come to yours, he couldn’t.
“i’m just your servant, remember?”
“not just my servant, hajime,” you bit back. “you’re my best friend and i just don’t understand why i can’t have my best friend attend my fourteenth birthday dinner. but i guess— never mind, if you don’t want to.”
you had spat out the words harsher than you’d intended to, but you were already running off to your own room. you slammed the door closed behind you, loud enough for him to hear it.
“stupid hajime,” you said, muffled into your pillow. “stupid, stupid hajime.”
[ t h e n i g h t b e f o r e f i f t e e n ]
the past year had made it clear why hajime couldn’t just have joined your birthday dinner the night you had turned fourteen.
a year later, it was becoming even more clear why the two of you couldn’t just be best friends anymore.
the second morning after you’d turned fourteen, hajime had been introduced to you as your new bodyguard.
he had lied to you.
your parents had lied to you.
your parents had forced him to go to a special training school, in order for him to be perfectly capable in protecting you in any possible situation.
tomorrow was your birthday but you just wanted to forget about it altogether. a birthday vision in which hajime wasn’t your best friend anymore didn’t exist in your mind.
you didn’t want it anymore.
you were just going to stay in your room tomorrow, for the entire day. no one — not even hajime — could try and get you out of your room.
[ s w e e t s i x t e e n ]
whoever thought of the line ‘sweet sixteen’, needed to disappear from the world. you thought it was cheesy and you didn’t want to hear it. from no one.
you also hated the fact that hajime had been right the day you turned ten. you finally convinced your parents that you needed to go to a real high school in order to really think what the people are thinking. your parents were disgusted by the thought of it first, but you kept begging for it, so much that they had to give in.
thus, you celebrated your sixteenth birthday with your new friends from high school. it wasn’t a secret that you were a princess, which is why hajime suspected them a little. he didn’t shy away from the fact that he found all of them suspicious.
you, on the other hand, brushed him off and told him he shouldn’t be such a worrywart. you could tell your friends were genuine. you were sure they were.
“do you have to follow me around the entire day?” you snapped at him, still irritated from his before mentioned suspicion.
“yes.”
“ew.”
“you can spit an ‘ew’ at me all you want, but that’s not on you to decide,” he answered. “i’m in service with your parents, so until you turn eighteen you can’t do anything about it.”
“wow, no need to be so fucking rude.”
you stared at him. you had dropped the f-bomb for the first time in front of his face. it had slipped, in all honesty, but you couldn’t care less. hajime could honestly fuck himself with his stupid dictatorship-business around you.
“just because i can’t do anything about your rude mouth doesn’t mean i’ll stop guarding you.”
“yeah, yeah,” you snapped. “just make sure you stay away far enough from me and my friends tonight. like, on the other side of the hallway, not even near my room. understood?”
“yes, your highness.”
“good.”
you turned around from him. you had had it with him. however, you couldn’t deny the stinging feeling in your chest and your head. it pained you to be talking to him like this, but somehow you just couldn’t stop running your damn mouth.
hajime, on the other hand, had walked away from you. the second he was outside of your sight, he slammed his head against the wall.
you weren’t the only one who’d been having trouble with the forced bodyguard-royal relationship you were in. you were the only one who didn’t know anything about the forced part of it, though.
two more years, he kept thinking. two more years until you were eighteen. two more until you could decide on your own if you wanted him as your bodyguard or as your best friend.
two more years.
[ s e v e n t e e n ]
in the past year, your relationship with hajime had gotten better. he’d been right about your so-called friends and you hated it.
you were heartbroken about it. just when you thought you were making some real friends outside of your palace, they came to bite you in the ass.
hajime had been there for you, though, and you had seen him in a different light again.
but still not the same light he was seeing you in.
one more year, he told himself. one more.
tonight he had come over to your room. that had been a mistake.
you were just getting changed into the new pretty dress you’d gotten for your birthday, when he walked in.
“hajime!” you yelled out, quickly covering your body with your dress.
he immediately turned around, accidentally slapping his head against the door he had just came through.
“fuck,” he cursed and you gasped. that was the first time you’d heard him drop the f-bomb in your presence.
you started laughing loudly, still covering your body. “woah, i never imagined hearing you say that.”
he rubbed his head, not having left the room yet, but with his back turned to you. “i apologize.”
“no need to,” you mumbled.
“could you repeat that?” he asked, still rubbing his head.
you slowly walked up to him. had his back always looked that broad? “have you been working out?”
"uh, yes? yeah. yeah, i have"
“interesting.”
the little hairs in his neck stood upright when he noticed you had come closer than you were before. “why is that?”
“it looks good on you,” you mumbled, placing one finger on his back and trailing it down. hajime was doing the best he could in suppressing a shiver.
“oh,” was the only thing he could say.
the blood was rushing through his veins and he could feel his heartbeat picking up. fuck.
“will you be attending the birthday dinner again?” you trailed your finger back up, smirking about the feeling of the tensed back underneath it.
“as your bodyguard, yes.”
“i see. well, if you can excuse me, i need to get ready.” you inched a little closer, moving your lips up to his ear. “unless you want to watch me get changed, of course,” you whispered, teasingly.
hajime started coughing loudly in reaction to that. “i have to go. please, excuse me, your majesty.” he didn’t even turn around to bow as he left, rushing out in a hurry.
you smirked. so you had been right.
hajime, however, couldn't get back to his own room any faster. he cursed at himself as he tried to get there without any of the other servants noticing his… state.
fuck.
one more year.
one. more. fucking. year.
[ e i g h t e e n ]
hajime stormed inside your bedroom.
“happy eighteenth birthday!” you looked up from your computer, brows furrowed. a quick glance at the clock told you it was just past midnight.
“oh my god,” you exclaimed, “already?!”
he threw himself on your bed, placed your laptop away from you and went to sit across from you.
“happy birthday,” he said again. “i don’t have your gift with me right now, but i just had to come see you as you finally turned eighteen.”
“that’s very sweet of you,” you said, smiling softly at him. he blushed softly in return.
it hadn’t gone unnoticed to you this year that hajime had started blushing more and more these past couple months every time the two of you shared a conversation.
which happened quite often, by the way.
“i… actually came to ask you something,” hajime started, fidgeting with his fingers and swallowing loudly. he was getting nervous and you were enjoying every second of it.
“ask me what?”
“do you remember what i told you the day you turned sixteen?”
“… vaguely?”
“i don’t want to be the bearer of this news but i have to. it’s nothing bad, i promise you! you just have to make the decision of choosing a new bodyguard or keeping—”
“keep you. anytime of the day, any time of the year.”
“oh.”
“yeah. so don’t ever come ask me if i’d trade my best friend for some other lousy shit who doesn’t even know how to do their job. you at least have some experience,” you said in all seriousness.
hajime couldn’t help but laugh out loud. his beautiful laugh erupted and resonated through your room. you, again, enjoyed every second of it.
“good to know,” he finally said, coming to.
“you know, since i turned eighteen, you’re going to be next to me a lot more, right?”
“right.”
“so we better start a more professional talk, then.”
“righ— ah, fuck no.” you giggled at the word. “if you only even think about us dropping any informal speech we have going on i’ll personally request your parents to fire me from being your bodyguard.”
you faked a gasp. “hajime-kun! you would never!”
“oh, shut up. as long as you’re not getting too cocky, i think we’ll be good.”
you leaned in towards him, placing your hands on either side of his knees. “oh? you don’t want the princess getting too cocky around her loyal servant? interesting. i’ll keep that in mind.”
your voice had gotten a little hoarse from leaning in, but something inside you made you much more of a daredevil in trying to seduce your bodyguard (and best friend).
[ n i n e t e e n ]
the past year you’d become much less subtle in the liking you had taken to hajime.
much less subtle. much more affectionate and seductive.
being an adult made you legal, among other things.
you knew that.
hajime knew that too.
the tension had been leading up to something. and you felt like the night you became nineteen was the perfect timing for the final explosion.
you may or may not have slipped a little note in his pocket today telling him to come up to you room.
you also may or may not have planned this entire evening out with candles and everything.
now, you were just waiting on hajime to read the note in private and actually show up tonight, as you were sitting on your bed, all donned up and ready to hunt down your prey.
t w e n t y ]
“i’m interested in you,” you said out loud.
hajime looked up from his book. “you what?”
you groaned. “you heard me. i’m interested in you. weren’t my hallway chases and requests for you to visit me in my room — which you declined most of the time — enough for you to notice?”
“i—” hajime started.
“wasn’t that night on my nineteenth birthday enough? it’s been a year and all i’ve gotten in return was some staring— and i don’t even know what to call your ‘flirting’! it didn’t do the trick for me, that’s something i know for sure.”
the limousine came to a stop and you sighed. not even giving him the time to respond.
“anyways, we’re here. make sure not to have my bags touch the floor or i will fire you.”
you wouldn’t, but it was still nice to watch him fumble about himself with that.
[ t w e n t y t w o]
“are you sure we should be doing this?” hajime whispered in your ear.
you eyed your bodyguard from the side. the road was wobbly and it was still a long way to go.
he’d definitely learned from his mistakes the past two years ago. how the two of you had managed to keep it a secret you honestly had no clue, but it still worked out. no one at the palace was questioning you asking your bodyguard to come into your presence, since that’s something the two of you had been doing ever since you were eight years old.
he was running his hand up your thigh as you were trying to unbutton his shirt.
“yeah we should. doesn’t it make it more fun and exciting either? i’m not in hair and make up yet anyway so that’s not going to be a problem.”
hajime didn’t need to hear anything else. he took his hand off your thigh and you immediately felt cold. you whimpered, and he heard it. he took your hands in his and guided you to sit on his lap. the limo seats were low enough for you not to bump your head into the ceiling. your separated legs made the skirt of your dress ride up, showing him all of your legs. he couldn’t help run his hands over the smooth flesh, moaning as both his hands finally connected with your legs again.
“so i think we have ten minutes. top,” you whispered into his ear, leaving kisses along the outline of his face. “we better get started.”
he hummed into your shoulder, moving his hands down and not bothering to take off your panties. “understood, princess,” he hissed as he wove his fingers underneath the garment and making room for his fingers to dive into your wetness. “oof, babe, already?”
“shut the fuck up,” you said, unable to suppress that well-known shiver that erupted when he called you ‘babe’.
you undid his dress shirt, showing you his bare chest. definitely liking what you saw, you moved your hands up and down his chest, making him shiver this time. you grinned, trailing your finger down, more and more until you reached his pants.
“oh?” you said. “not shying away ourselves either, are we?”
he let out a low growl as you trailed your nail over the outline of his bulge. “shut the fuck up,” said hajime this time and you smiled at him. while undoing his pants and revealing his length to your hands, you kissed him, smiling widely.
“let’s go,” you whispered into his mouth, taking his length between your hands and touching his sensitive spots. “i’m all ready as you can tell, and i think you feel the exact same way.”
if the two of you didn’t have an age gap of a little over four years, it would have made this entire situation a lot easier. then you didn’t have to fill it in in the small breaks you had or the cleared out evening schedules. if the two of you just had had an age gap of two years, maybe even less, all the pining and flirting would have gone and been a lot easier.
all previous ‘gone-wrong’ birthdays were quickly forgotten with hajime by your side. your birthday was finally a great success.
for day @blkjackals!! a gift for the sfe!! hope u enjoy it bb <3
pairing: iwaizumi x gn!reder
words: 1120
summary: our cats meow a lot whenever they’re apart and mine keeps tricking me into letting her meet your cat every time. glad to hear that you’re not that angry either with our cats being literal soul mates.
warnings: none unless you find cat fluff a warning :)
note: inspired by the cute neighbor cat and its owner who’re always taking a stroll together around my neighborhood uwu I LOVE CATS SM THIS WAS FUN
note2: also shout out to tamaki @nixhinoya for the cat vs dog poll hehe
note3: i hope this makes any sense it’s 1am and i’ll edit later today <333
“oh not again,” you muttered, listening to your cat meow in front of the door of your apartment. you fell back into your sofa. “not this.”
it had been two weeks since she started meowing. and you knew exactly what for.
you clicked your tongue and didn’t even bother moving. you damn well knew that the meowing in front of the door was absolutely not for another round of your daily trip around the neighborhood from five minutes ago. it was for being apart from the neighbor’s cat that joined you guys on your trek today.
that happened vice versa, too. so that luckily wasn’t on you all the time. and on other days you would both be walking around the neighborhood, having had similar plans, and your cats would spot and smell each other and ditch all their good behaviors just to see each other.
stupid affectionate cats.
“stop it,” you told her, but you weren’t putting in much effort either. you slammed one of the loose pillows that were lying next to you. you voiced a muffled scream into it, slowly turning crazy from all the meowing.
even when she was slowing down on the meowing you still knew it would start all over again the minute you started moving from your seat.
“i can’t believe this. are you in love with the cat from next door or something?”
now, you should have known better in not even mentioning ‘the cat from next door’ when being close to her.
something inside her just knew.
she immediately brightened up and started wagging her tail in excitement. you cursed under your breath, but could only hate yourself as you were the one who had done it now.
“okay, fine!” you exclaimed, throwing the pillow off your face and grabbing the leash that you had thrown on the floor. “if you’re misbehaving i’ll put you on the leash again.”
she wouldn’t misbehave, you knew that. but bringing the leash was just a way to make sure she wouldn’t actually run off with the neighbor’s cat on her way making cute cat babies. (even though she was spayed, you never knew if she still longed for a simple family of two with that cute male cat.)
“let’s go then,” you whispered.
you opened the door, trying to keep your cat on the down low before she could sprint outside. however, you were too slow and she rushed outside the door within the first two seconds. she ran over to the neighbor’s door and started meowing frantically, trying to gain the attention she needed.
you realized you had never actually seen your next door neighbor from up close before. it had been some ‘hellos’ and nods directed at each other from across the street, but that was about it. (not that you had, um, lost your cat once or twice in the process, but that’s beside the point.)
somehow your heart started banging in your chest. oh god. you could hear him come closer and closer, reaching that damned front door. you were debating whether or not to jump back into your own apartment, but the switch of the key in the keyhole told you you were too late already.
the door creaked open and, before you could greet him, your cat raced inside, on her way to see the love of her life.
you clicked your tongue for the nth time and slapped yourself on your forehead.
“uh, are you okay?” the very kind voice asked you.
you sighed, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “yeah. it’s just that my cat just has been meowing about seeing your cat the entire day, you know the drill.”
“haha, yep.” the laugh was sweet and kind, and you were actually curious to see your neighbor from up close.
so you did. curiosity killed the cat.
nearly quite literally.
the neighbor — a man — was broad and lean, and honestly so perfect. he was so breathtakingly beautiful you nearly forgot how to speak.
“i’m sorry if it brought you any inconvenience,” he told you, scratching the back of his head.
“ah,” you quickly said, not really knowing how to follow up from that. that was the exact same thing you had been wanting to tell him. all that meowing must have been very annoying to him. “yeah, no, i mean, i wasn’t going crazy yet, but i was getting close to it, you know?” you laughed nervously. “what about you?”
“it’s not super busy for my studies as of right now anyways, but it’s been worse, to be honest,” he admitted.
you crunched your face. “i am so sorry this is happening. i honestly don’t know what came over her one day, and how i haven’t been able to stop it.”
“i guess you can’t stop love, huh?” he said, grinning wildly.
you noticed he was looking back into his apartment, eyeing something that made his eyes shine with adoration. he then saw you looking at him with your brows furrowed, and stepped aside, making room for you to look. he motioned two fingers in front of his lips, hinting that you needed to stay still. you peeked around the corner and there you saw the prettiest and cutest of views ever.
in the light of the sun falling down in the living room, the two cats were huddled together in the warm spot on the floor. their tails were intertwined and twirling around each other. even the outside noises could not dim their loud purring.
you cooed at the sight, not too loudly, though! you didn’t want to scare those two away from you.
“do you want to leave them alone for a short while?” your neighbor had leaned into you, whispering into your ear. his soft but hoarse voice made the hairs in your neck stand up straight. you gulped. that had been the closest any guy had come up to you in recent times.
“absolutely,” you finally returned. you grinned as you backed away from the door, as your neighbor slowly closed it.
you mentioned you wouldn’t mind it if the two of you spent their waiting them in your apartment, which he happily agreed on. you suddenly realized you had forgotten his name in the passing, which he confessed to having had the same problem happening. the two of you laughed about it as you entered your apartment, and you made him some tea for the wait.
iwaizumi hajime was very cute as he was waiting on his tea, you just couldn’t lie about that.
maybe you and iwaizumi hajime would need to share some more time together if your cats were too.
note: i took a small break from work and uni stress... i’m scheduled for my graduation interview on thursday so wish me luck and i cant wait to write more after that !! i missed writing my bbs
note2: title insp from 5sos.
for the first time in a long time, sakusa was feeling disheveled. his hair was a mess, his palms were sweaty, his eyes were sunken back with fear.
atsumu hadn’t been replying to his text messages for two days now and neither had osamu.
at first he thought it was just something that would pass and atsumu would come home any minute.
but he didn’t.
he didn’t come home nor called where he was, or at least texted him… nothing.
sakusa tried going through the day but he was too afraid to make moves that would make him miss any contact with atsumu.
he threw himself on the floor, his back against the wall. he wouldn’t show it… but he was trying his hardest to remain composed.
for how well composed could be.
he slowly picked up his phone and got atsumu’s contact info on the screen. he saw the recently called list, with atsumu’s name in red and a ‘(7)’ behind it. above it was his name in black with a ‘(21)’ behind it. he tapped atsumu’s name and sakusa’s finger hovered above the ‘call’ button.
he hesitated.
he didn’t know why.
calling… appeared on the screen, combined with the ringing tones.
“hi, this is ‘tsumu speakin’. if yer got anythin’ interesting to say, leave a message after the beep.
“atsumu… ‘tsumu… this is your omi-kun… where are you… pick up your phone as soon as you can, please…”
the ‘(21)’ turned into a ‘(22)’, with sakusa letting go of his phone and letting it fall onto the ground.
the tv was on in the background, playing the news segment about the fatal plane crash that had happened the day before.
but sakusa felt too weak to be focused on it. His face slumped forward. he just kept staring at his phone, in hopes that it would light up any second, showing atsumu’s name.
summary: you came back from work and oikawa can’t stop booping your nose
warnings: F L U F F :)
note: this was such a quick drabble jfdsjlf
“Ugh, I’m so tired,” you say as you let yourself fall onto the couch next to your boyfriend.
“How was work?” Oikawa asks you.
“Super busy, I hated it so much.”
You don’t really want to talk about it anymore, so you simply lean in against your boyfriend. He was watching some show you didn’t know anything about, so the sound of the TV is slowly waltzing you to sleep.
“You’re so cute,” Oikawa suddenly says. You open your eyes to look at him and he’s intensely staring back at you.
“Pfft,” you huff, “where did that come from?”
“With your cute hair and your cute face and especially your cute nose.” Oikawa moves his hand to stroke your hair, raking his fingers through it, massaging your scalp. You lean into his touch.
You laugh loudly. “You’re funny, tell another one.”
“I’m serious, babe,” he hums. “Your hair is so soft. You gotta teach me one time.”
“Your hair is untamable and you know that,” you say and smile.
Oikawa clicks with his tongue. “Unfair. But back to you.”
“No, thanks.” You suppress a yawn again and close your eyes again. “I’m trying to sleep here.”
“Must be uncomfortable,” Oikawa comments, but keeps stroking your hair. “Very cute, you are.”
You scrunch your nose — and suddenly, Oikawa lets go off your hair. He moves his body around and you look up disturbed.
“Don’t get angry so soon,” Oikawa says before you can say anything. “I’m only trying to sit in a different position before you groan about having slept funny and will have a sore neck all day tomorrow.”
“How thoughtful of you,” you comment. You lay your head down on his lap and guide Oikawa’s hands back to you hair.
His hands stay there for a second before stroking your hair again.
“Feel so good — hey! Don’t stop!” you complain, as Oikawa’s warm hands have left your head once again. “Stop annoying me like this.”
Oikawa doesn’t move again, not even his hands onto your hair, but right as you think you can take a good nap, a finger touches your nose.
“What was that?” You’re too tired to open your eyes, but you’re also too tired for Oikawa’s shenanigans.
“Nothing?”
“Right.” You sigh. “Keep your stupid and nasty fingers off my face.”
“Sure.”
Not even two seconds later, a finger boops your nose another time.
With not a second passing you sit up straight. “Oikawa! Stop this!”
Instead of receiving a reaction from Oikawa, you are met with another nose boop.
“Stop that!”
“Not gonna,” Oikawa says before booping your nose another time. You blink simultaneously.
“Oikawa! Not funny!”
“Boop!” he says, booping your nose again.
You jump up from his lap, and run away from him, to which he runs after you. You start running around your apartment, trying to get away from him, laughing and screaming at the same time. He follows you around and tackles you down. As he got you in his grip, he not only keeps on booping your nose, he also starts tickling you all over.
“Oikawa!” you yell out, not being able to stop laughing.
