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summary: Iwaizumi Hajime x Filipina Reader. hajime doesn’t screw up your debut. far from it.
wc: 1.2k
cw: brainrot
a/n: i’ll be honest this is just bc i had my 18 roses party recently and the only thing that could have made it better would be haji’s presence. the entrance song was wildest dreams (matthew j webster) btw
“You’ll walk down the center, bow, then go to the left, next to her father. Then Sebastian will be introduced and go right, then Gabriel, who will stand next to you. Got it?”
“Yes,” nods Hajime, running over the mental map in his head with all the seriousness of a seasoned militant rehearsing crucial battle plans. He’ll walk straight down the center of the floor without tripping over his own feet, bow with all the grace and dignity that befits this event, and go to your father’s left, not his right, his left. Wait, would it be his left or Hajime’s left?
Fuck.
He can only imagine how it would look to your family if he screwed up the entrance choreography, if it was something so small that got him. He’s practiced the dance that comes afterwards a thousand times over at this point, enough to know that he can execute it with as much skill as he can spike (well, maybe). He’d spent the last month panicking over the dance, actually, forcing Oikawa to practice with him, watch him, and criticize his footwork ruthlessly. It’s basically become muscle memory.
He just knows that if he doesn’t get the entrance right, all of that preparation will have been for nothing, and he’ll freeze during the dance, and it’ll ruin your entire debut. Then he’ll have to break up with you (or rather, you with him), be run out of town by your family for it, and have to live forever in a cave for shame and heartbreak.
“Okay, kid,” your dad says, the sound of Bruno Mars swelling in the ballroom they’re standing just outside of. Around Hajime, the other cotillion members are adjusting their ties or fussing with their dresses. “You’ll be... on my right. Is that right?”
Your dad has always been nice to Hajime. Your whole family has, really, the ones he’s met so far. You often joke that they like him better than they like you, and after three years of dating, he thought he was pretty comfortable with them. He peers into the open door of the ballroom and registers exactly how many relatives you have and how important this first impression on them is for him.
Hajime thinks he’s gonna throw up.
“Breathe,” whispers your mother to him, then turns around and fixes a smile on her face, taking your father’s arm as they step together into view of the party guests.
“When do I go?” He whispers frantically to the coordinator. She pats him sympathetically on the shoulder.
“It’s good to see you care so much about her,” she says, which, frankly, doesn’t do much to comfort him. He does not like his feelings for you being constantly evaluated. “I’ll give you your cue, don’t worry. Just go straight, bow, then left.”
“My left, his right,” Hajime mutters, hoping he looks more confident then he feels. Your younger cousins all think he’s cool, and he really doesn’t want that to change. Also, he used a ton of hair gel and stress might make it spike up again.
“That’s it,” she says, then nudges him forward. “And that’s it!”
He feels like a newborn giraffe stumbling onto the floor. One step turns into many, his stride lengthening and becoming more relaxed the further he makes it. He can see a collection of your uncles and aunties holding up their phones to film in the corner of his eye; as he nears the stage where the head tables are, your Uncle Sammy appears with the biggest contraption ever to be called a camera and snaps a photo that nearly blinds him with the flash.
He reaches your parents, who are smiling fondly at him, and turns to bow to the rest of the room. He takes three steps left. He heaves a sigh of relief, grinning when he remembers that all eyes are on him.
He can breathe freely, now, and marvel at the scene he stands at the center of. Garlands of flowers drip off every surface, illuminated by golden candles bobbing in glass bowls of water. Surrounding him on all sides are your family, your friends— all the people who love you.
He can hear them chattering amongst themselves while the other introductions are being made. One of your little cousins knocks on a glass bowl, and his mother chides him softly for it, pulling him into her lap and redirecting his attention by pointing at one of the cousins entering the room. Two of your aunts whisper together about the roast pig on display near the bar. Three tables away, Oikawa shoots him a big thumbs up and a shit-eating smile, while Mattsun and Makki have their eyes fixed on one of your friends as she crosses the floor.
“...one of the debutante’s oldest friends! And now,” the emcee says, and as his tone shifts into something more formal, the music slides smoothly from pop into something orchestral, building slowly. “Please rise and welcome our celebrant!”
The room hushes, the music settling over the people like some delicately-woven spell, before it itself quiets, holding its breath. Hajime blinks. The doors open once more.
The song bursts back into joyous life, crescendoing over the raucous applause that breaks out, and you step into the room.
The speakers continue to blare and the people continue to clap, and Hajime can’t hear a thing. His blood roars in his ears, drowning out everything else, leaving him utterly helpless, fixated entirely on you.
You step into the room, your skirts swishing around you, your head held high as you smile that same smile that leaves Hajime breathless every fucking time he sees it. Your dress is magnificent—all white, contrasting your glowing skin, the bodice crusted with pearls and flowers and complicated corsetry and the skirts so full he doesn’t know if he could get within a three foot radius of you. The dress is nothing compared to you, though.
You walk like you’re floating on air. Your eyes are curved into dark half-moons and your lashes look like they would sweep him away if you batted them at him. You shine here, like Tala in her starlight, a goddess in the temple.
There are ribbons in your hair. In that moment, all he wants is to reach out and touch them, unwind them, brushing the rough skin of his hands against the softness of your neck every so often incidentally. He doesn’t think he’s inhaled for the last three minutes.
You twirl, and when you’re facing forward again you find him. You smile, a different smile than the one you granted everyone else, and his heart stops. You laugh, an open-mouthed laugh, and wave, wiggling your fingers at him, and he blushes like a fire engine, waving back meekly. He can’t speak to you from this distance, but he knows you can read the meaning in his gaze.
Someday, you’ll meet again, just like this. You’ll waltz down the aisle wearing a white dress and flowers and and the prettiest damn smile he’s ever seen.
We met while he was doing his duties as the darknight hero, I was just finishing up a commission before i was attacked by some treasure hoarders. He stepped in to help me defeat them, we exchanged pleasantries, and ended up running into each other in the city again.
Dainsleif:
We met while i was exploring in Mondstat, i was fighting some hilichurls and abyss mages before he stepped in and helped leading both of us into finding an Abyss order hideout, after we managedto get out we went our separate ways for a bit. Then we met again during one of my commissions. He apparently sensed an 'divine or otherworldly' aura around me....
Surely it's nothing to worry about :)
Kamisato Ayaka:
We met during one of the Inazuma festivals, i bumped into her and apologized. I offered to make it up to her, and she accepted. It seems like she was happy because she got to celebrate the festival with someone who treated her normally. Now we exchange letters on the regular.
Al Haitham:
I was commissioned by the Adventurer's Guild in Sumeru to join an expedition into the desert. He was part of it as well for job reasons. After the expedition, we ended up running into each other in Sumeru city over and over until we just became friends.
💞:
Lucio:
Diluc: Words of affirmation, he likes using petnames and giving light praises, while we work around the manor and winery, Adelinde and the rest of the staff are happy that i can bring a smile to their usually stoic employer.
Me: Physical touch, i love giving him hugs, yes he's warm but I'm a Filipino, i can handle it. And he makes a great cuddling partner on cold nights. A perfect weighted and heated embrace? Sign me up.
Daisy:
Dain: Quality time, he's always out exploring and battling the Abyss order so when he does pop up he makes sure to clung to me like a koala desperate puppy.
Me: Physical touch again lol, i just let him cling to me, i know he needs it, he always tells me i have a 'soothing aura' that helps with his curse... he's probably just exagerating :)
Psyaka:
Ayaka: Words of affirmation and quality time, since she lives in Inazuma she makes sure to send me things in the mail and when i do manage to visit we spend lots of time together just walking around and bying eachother matching things.
Me: Acts of service, I'm getting good at cooking so i cook her a bunch of dishes from other nations, when i found out how much she wanted to taste food from outside Inazuma.
Psytham:
Al Haitham: Words of affirmation, he knows like 20 different languages. He'd probably teach me some of the words and recite me some lovely poems. Other times he just gives a small peck on the cheek and a 'Good morning, glad i woke up next to you today' as he gets ready for work.
Me: Quality time and Acts of service, when he doesn't have work we just spend time cuddling as he reads to me. And i always cook him meals and sometimes bring them to him at the Akademiya if he forgets them.
A/n: writers block hit, now I'm still plotting the story for the deathless series sooo.... I'll just be posting some self ship stuff while i think.
