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.
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summary: kuroo tetsurou, your boyfriend with one braincell, decided to ruin your planned date week during golden week by getting admitted to the hospital.
note: i haven’t written something this long for such a while SO thanks to @tamcitrus and @writeiolite for proofreading/betareading!
note2: this is for the hq writer’s net may prompt!! i’m using two of the prompts: Golden Week prompt |&| A spent weeks putting together the perfect outing for their date. Then, B is put out of commission one way or another, and A has to find a way to bring the flowers to them.
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This is not the way you had planned it to go. Not at all.
You have everything planned out. Step by step and you made sure over a hundred times that everything would work out.
And it should have gone exactly like that!
You check your phone again to know it wasn’t a lie. However the texts are still there. Still the last ones he sent to you.
tetsu <3: babe, i’m in the hospital right now.
tetsu <3: i’m sorry.
tetsu <3: i won’t be able to make it to our date
Of course he won’t be able to make it to our date if he’s in the hospital. And if he’s still able to text that means he isn’t that terribly hurt, you think at first.
You start to bite your nails. But today, out of all days, right on the start of Golden Week… You can’t deny that it is stinging you a little. Although, it also gets you thinking a little bit more.
You know he probably can’t do something about it, but then again, you’re talking about Tetsurou.
He might have been smart as the captain of the volleyball team, As your boyfriend however, you know he probably fell because of some dumb fall from either a tree or a couple of stairs.
You also don’t really know if you should be happy and relieved or angry and sad about the fact that he has only sent you those three messages. It does mean that he can still text, so it’s not that severe, but also there’s no explanation whatsoever given to you.
And out of all damn times, he decides to get into an accident during Golden Week. The week you’ve been looking forward to. to finally spend it with your boyfriend. Since last year he had to spend it with his family and there was no free space for you left.
You huff shortly. Okay, he can’t always make sure if it is happening or not, but still. His clumsy ass did go out of his way and do whatever he did.
But day one and he gets into an accident.
You look at the cute picnic set you have…had prepared for today, and you huff again, a little louder now. Now what do you do? Having Tetsurou and his crazy ass as your boyfriend is already insane enough most of the times.
Looking at your phone, you’re wondering if you should call him. You know, just to check up on him and to hear his voice. But the moment you take your phone into your hand, it feels heavy like a cross. His crypticness makes you anxious,
He would’ve let you known if he was alright, wouldn’t he? And why was he so cryptic? It’s not like him to speak like that. That’s usually on Kenma—and it freaks Tetsurou out whenever his best friend does that.
There has got to be a way to make your week’s worth of planning not go to waste. You just have to figure it out how.
You sit down behind your laptop. A quick search for the hospital details makes you figure out their phone number. Bingo.
Before calling, you quickly click on Tetsurou’s contact information and send him a text back. You need to make it sound as unsuspicious as possible. Tetsurou has got to have no clue at all about what you will be planning. It will also be weird for you not to reply ever. You usually reply to him quickly.
you: oh no babes!
you: how come??
you: is it bad??
You type the three messages in the hope of any possible response that contain his reason why and how. But knowing him he probably won’t text back any time soon, and you don’t really need the response anyways.
You decide against telling him that you’re sad about the week you had planned out. It will probably give away your plan a little too much.
After you click back to your homescreen, you press the phone button. Time to make a call.
The phone rings three times before it’s picked up on the other side.
“This is Tokyo University Hospital speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hello, this is [l/n, f/n]. My boyfriend Kuroo Tetsurou texted me that he’s just been admitted to the hospital, and I was wondering what his room number would be.”
“Your boyfriend, you say?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, and what is his name again?”
You repeat his name and quickly tell the lady on the phone his date of birth to confirm you closely know him, and take out a piece of paper and a pen to get ready to write down the details as the service desk names each number.
When she has finished speaking, you repeat the number to make sure you haven’t made any mistakes.
“Is that right?” you ask to confirm.
“That’s correct. I want you to mind the visiting hours which are between two and five every day. Make sure to check yourself in when you get here so we can confirm your identity.”
“I will. Thank you for the information.”
“No problem. Thank you for calling.”
You bid her goodbye and press the red button on your phone. You breath out. That’s done.
But! You’ve fished the room details from the hospital, and you might have a clue which wing he’s situated in as well.
You carefully put the piece of paper to the side. You need to make sure you won’t lose it, or you’ll have to make another call.
And now it’s time to plan this all out very carefully.
You start by making a list of the things you can still use from your previous made plans.
Flowers.
…
You sigh.
Alright, so that’s barely nothing. You make a ‘tch’ sound at the shrines you had to tick off. It would’ve been so cool to visit those wearing your favorite yukata, seeing Tetsurou in his yukata…
But now you have to live off a memory of New Year’s shrine visit. One without yukatas.
You take a glance at the pretty yukata hanging out on a hanger. It will be sad if it won’t be used for its purpose… But what if you… That might be it!
Your phone pings and you jump up a little. You were so engulfed in your thoughts that you didn’t expect it to go off.
A quick glance tells you you’ve got a text from Tetsurou.
tetsu<3: don’t be sad
tetsu<3: you can come visit if you want to
tetsu<3: i’ll text you my room number if you want?
While it’s an interesting offer, it could form a potential threat to ruin your plans. You won’t reply to it for now, but you keep it in your might as a possible option to still go for it.
So now you still have to decide on the flowers… You know the hospital has got flowers as well, but you don’t know if those are the ones Tetsurou will like.
It’s becoming a bit harder and harder for you to figure out what works well enough for your boyfriend, but you have to make do with it for it to work just right.
And that’s when you know what to do.
Laying in his hospital bed, Tetsurou stares outside, wondering what you might be doing at this moment. You haven’t responded to his texts yet and he wonders if you’re really down from his accident.
The nurse comes in to check on him and he asks her if she might know whether or not you have called for you or anything. But the nurse doesn’t and she quickly leaves after she’s done giving him pain killers.
He didn’t tell you why he had been admitted to the hospital, but knowing you, you might have figured it out already.
Tetsurou laughs as he thinks about the plenty of times you’ve figured him out in five seconds, while he at least takes an hour to really know what is even on your mind.
“You’re just an open book,” you tell him every time. And he knows it’s true. For you, at least. His teammates were never able to figure him and his thoughts out. But you just… had it—had him.
He feels bad, though. It’s a special week and he went and ruined by climbing into a tree because that damned Yaku Morisuke had dared him to. He would’ve said no had he known that he would be falling out of said tree in the next five minutes.
But yeah, only if he had known.
Nevertheless, he doesn’t think that he should sit around and wonder about the what ifs and whatnot. Then again, his pain killers are kicking in big time and he’s suddenly feeling a little drowsy.
His eyes are slowly closing, his mind wandering off, and he’s really struggling to try and stay awake. One last yawn before he finally closes his eyes to dive into that deep slumber.
Dressed in your yukata, you step inside the hospital. You can feel all the eyes set on you, since it’s not exactly an every day sight: a girl dressed in a yukata, hair all donned up, one hand holding the yukata and the other wrapped around a bunch of flowers.
The flowers… you hope he’ll like that. And he better! You put all of your attention to that bouquet and this whole get together, so he better not be disappointed! The way you fixed all of this so quick can’t be taken lightly as well. Tetsurou better appreciate the heck out of it.
You walk up to the service desk and the employee greets you kindly.
“I’m here for Kuroo Tetsurou,” you mention, trying not to feel super embarrassed about your whole get together. You also mention the room number Tetsurou is supposed to be in.
The miss looks at you warily. But you guess worse things happen at a hospital, since she lets it go quickly. She signs you in and tells you you can go on.
You make your way through the halls. Your heart rate is picking up. It’s not the walk that’s making your breathing unstable. As you reach the end of the hallway, you inhale, trying to calm down, but your breathing remains unsteady. The rolling numbers of the elevator indicate it going down, reaching your floor. You exhale. You step inside, wanting to press the button to the second floor—or was it the first one… No, it’s definitely the second one. Leaving the elevator you take a right, following the numbers to his room.
And then you suddenly get nervous. Sweat starts breaking out—out of your palms, your back, your forehead… Gross.
Slowly but surely you’re approaching Tetsurou’s room. Right outside the door you make sure to wipe your hands clean and to straighten your back. You clench your fist around the bouquet of flowers, still hoping dearly that he will like them.
And he better!
He better… since you’ve put all that work into today on such a short notice as well.
You straighten your yukata and breathe in one last time. You just have to go for it right now. One step forward that’s all it takes for you to walk around that corner. Your breath quivers a little—but it’s now or never. Well, never… what’s the point in turning around.
Blowing a soft raspberry, you mentally slap yourself on your forehead.
What’s even the point of getting so worked up about this? Tetsurou has been your boyfriend of over two years for god’s sake.
And the fact that your boyfriend is the one stuck in the hospital right now is the worst thing that could happen. You want to make sure he’s okay and this is the best and only way you could do that.
With one last heavy inhale, you step forward, step around the corner.
“Tetsu!” you lovingly sing as you enter the room.
But instead of Tetsurou, four other pairs of eyes are staring back at you, furrowing their brows. You don’t know these people, but you can’t see the person they’re there for. Did they come for Tetsurou..?
A loud snore makes you look over at the other side of the room. A small pile of pitch black hair is all you currently see. It clicks. That’s Tetsurou laying in his bed over there, and the four persons that are sitting around that other bed are just there for someone else.
You apologize by mouthing a short “Sorry,” and bowing your head slightly. They return to their whispering conversation, not caring about the girl that just stepped inside, completely dressed in her yukata.
Scurrying over to Tetsurou’s bed, he snores again. You laugh; he’s fallen asleep. It must have been such a long day for him. He’s probably drained to the core.
You sit down on the chair that’s seated next to his bed. You put the bouquet of flowers down on the little side table, together with the clump of balloons.
Full of love and longing you look at your boyfriend. His face is pulling together; he must be having a bad dream of some sorts. He will always pull his lips and create a deep frown when he has one. You reach your hand towards his face. Tetsurou’s face flinches at the sudden warmth of your hand to his apparently cold cheek.
“Tetsu,” you whisper, “it’s okay. No need to be having scary dreams right now.” You lean in a little. “I’m here with you right now, after all.”
You try to soothe him, and it seems to be working. His frown is disappearing and his lips are stopping to pout. That cute pout of him… you miss it already, but you rather have his nightmares be gone.
With your hand lingering on his face a little longer, you lean back into the chair. On the other side of the room, you see that the four persons are getting ready to leave. Their patient has fallen asleep as well, you notice.
It’s rude to stare, and you also feel in the air had you stared a second longer, you would again have felt their eyes burning in your head.
You stare at Tetsurou’s face. You would rather just violently shake him awake, however, that might not be the brightest idea to practice on a sick person.
There’s something about his face and the light of the sun reflecting off his cheeks that make him nearly look angelic. His soft breathing reverberates throughout the room and it’s silent aside from that. The person on the other wise of the room is asleep, too.
Maybe there is something in the air—and maybe not—but you’re starting to feel drowsy. There is something slowing you down, soothing you. You sink further back into the chair, and while your yukata is starting to become uncomfortable for you, Tetsurou’s breathing is the only thing you can listen to. And it’s so calming to you that you feel drowsier and drowsier.
And you close your eyes, your mind drifting away.
Tetsurou blinks as he opens his eyes. He can feel something weighing him down but his eyes aren’t that concentrated yet. He has to blink a couple more times before he can focus again, and then he notices you.
Your head has fallen down on his bed, your hand in his. He makes notice of the clump of balloons that are tied to a rock first and then the bouquet of flowers.
“Aw babe,” he whispers, trying his hardest not to wake you. “How sweet of you.”
He can’t really form the right type of words to describe how he’s feeling right now. He’s amazed and touched by the effort you seem to have put in to the thought behind the flowers and the balloons.
And then he notices the yukata. And the flowers in your hair.
His heart skips a beat.
“Babe,” he whispers again and he is unsure of how to feel. He feels the tears dwelling in his eyes, he is so touched by the loving effort that his emotions are overflowing right now.
He glances at the time and it tells him you’ve got a little over half an hour remaining. Visiting hours will be over soon.
Tetsurou bites his lip as his mind is beating itself up over the fact if he should wake you up.
He decides to go for it. He wants to see you and talk to you and hug and kiss you. All of those in only half an hour remaining.
Carefully, he places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you a little.
“Hmm,” you whimper. “Five more minutes.”
“Five more minutes my ass,” Tetsurou huffs. “Y/n, wake up~”
The voice that belongs to your boyfriend makes you sit up straight, eyes open wide. “Tetsu!” you exclaim, before quickly slamming your hand against your mouth.
Tetsurou frowns at your actions, so you slowly point at the patient on the other side of the room. He makes a face of recognition; now he understands.
“What brings you here?” he asks.
You huff. “What brings me here? My boyfriend is laying in a hospital bed during Golden Week and our date week, that brings me here!” you say, a little irritated.
He holds his hands up in defeat. “Oops, you’re right, sorry. You didn’t respond to my texts so I didn’t know if you were actually going to show up today.”
“Why wouldn’t I show up?”
“Because I ruined our date week…”
The two of you are silent for a while. He looks at you, staring deeply into your eyes. The stare is making you nervous and you ask him what’s wrong. Tetsurou doesn’t reply. His stare softens a little as he is reaching for your hand.
“I’m really, really glad you came,” he mentions.
The words shouldn’t mean too much, but they’re bringing a smile to your face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I would’ve been so sad had I missed you for an entire week.”
“Well,” you start, “that’s totally on you and you know it. What did you even do?!” you exclaim softly, not trying to wake the other patient.
Tetsurou sheepishly scratches the back of his head, flinches at the movements. They must be hurting him.
“Don’t yell at me,” he takes a deep breath, “but Yaku dared me to climb one of the bigger trees in the park—you know that park near my house? That one.” Before you can react he continues enthusiastically telling his story. “It was sooo high, and I really thought I’d have it in the bag, you know, climbing it that high.”
He isn’t even looking at you anymore, but he is too engulfed in his story. You smile at his wide expression, telling you how big the tree was and how small he felt. How can you not enjoy it. Your boyfriends smile is the best smile there is.
You should be angry, but… how can you. He probably felt like a little kid again and was reliving his high school funs with one of his best friends and former teammates. He probably just wanted to have a good time again.
And he does—he tells you about the feeling of being in a little kid’s body when climbing that tree, even though his limbs were too long and wonky to take control of all the breaches. And that was when he slipped and fell to the ground.
You laugh at the story. His eyes become wide, realizing he was telling his story with so much power that he forgot you were supposed to be mad at him. He probably secretly hopes you forgot, too, but of course you didn’t.
But how can you be angry with that beautiful face of his, even though beaten up by a few scratches, that’s always making sure you forget about anything else in the room. There is no way anyone could beat that.
You’re suddenly tearing up. Tetsurou doesn’t notice at first and continues on with the story, still in high hopes you forgot the ‘being mad’ part, and talks about Yaku’s frantic facial expressions and his attempts to dial an ambulance (he failed the first time).
It’s not until you bring a hand to your eye, to wipe away that teardrop before it could roll down your cheek, that he notices how you’re feeling.
“Y/n?” he asks. “Are you okay?”
You laugh again, making the tears roll down. “I am,” you say, voice breaking a little. “I’m just so happy that you’re my boyfriend,” you whisper.
Tetsurou looks up. “Wh…what? That came out of nothing…”
“I know,” you whisper, as you reach for both his hands. “I’m just happy that you’re here with just a few scratches and a broken bone, and that you still manage to be outgoing. That’s the Kuroo Tetsurou I know.”
“Aw, babe,” he tugs on your arms for you to stand up and to sit on his bedside. “Don’t cry. That’s so sweet of you.”
He rubs his thumb over your hand, and it soothes you. You dry your cheeks for the last time. No more crying.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better,” you smile at him.
“Good,” he returns the smile. “So!” he exclaims, startling you. “What did you prepare for me? Explain it all!”
You smack him on his arm—his good arm!—as you scold him: “Prepare for you? Dude if you hadn’t gotten sick we definitely would’ve been preparing for this week together, you asshole.” You break into a laugh again and you can see on Tetsurou’s face that he likes that very much.
It’s silent for a few seconds between you two.
“Why are you so dumb,” you whisper, scolding him more.
He now is the one to break into laughter. “What is that for?” He pulls you closer into his embrace.
“Why the heck did you even decide to climb a big ass tree on Golden Week—you ain’t that agile in climbing trees anymore and that one experience when we got to know each other should have been a bigger warning for you.”
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