Izuku Midoriya is honestly one of my favourite representations of heroism in media, and I think that's reflected especially in how he becomes someone who wants to reassure people with his smile to someone who peoples describe as 'looking nothing like a hero' as he goes out of his way to save them. I could talk about this for ages but the way he just falls into saving others despite himself and what he initially wanted to achieve is powerful. Even if it means being ostracised, even if it means going against the laws that are supposed to doctor goodness, even it means going against the very definition and understanding of heroism he once had, Izuku will stop at nothing to keep everyone as safe as he possibly can. Everyone is deserving of saving, even those who have caused immense torment and destruction.
All Might is a good symbol of justice, but the heroism that means saving everyone I think is embodied the best in Izuku's character. All Might at the start doesn't see Izuku outside an extension of himself; Izuku will become a saviour, as opposed to someone who also needed true saving. (I feel like the first scene of him telling Izuku to give up on his dreams exasperates this, especially.) It's why I find the lunchbox scene so powerful because to me, it is All Might finally confronting that part of him that forgot that Izuku deserves saving, too. All Might had been too lost in his own injury and loss of power to remember that part of him, but Izuku never lost it. Even when he was quirkless, despite the trauma he went through, and the constant devaluation of his dreams, not once did he lose that part of him that was so devoted to saving everyone.
where kuroo accidentally cums in his jeans just from eating mika out, hips rolling against the mattress after every delicate whine or plea he gets out of her, & then daishou who cums so quick against the palm of his own hand; just from watching his frenemy get absolutely pussy drunk for his gorgeous girlfriend.
.. that is that good shit. i need someone to write this out properly so i can engrave it on my tombstone
it was wrong on so many levels, it was depraved and dirty. yet as you make eye contact with your boyfriend’s deep red eyes; you can’t help but let your own roll to the back of your skull.
his wrist moves lazily, languish strokes that stutter when his fingers brush against his sensitive head. pupils blown out wide as he watches you from the corner of the room. teeth chewing down upon chapped lips as he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes closing for a moment as he watches you moan and writhe beneath another man
you want to reach out for him, desperately plea that you’re not enjoying this at all and that nobody can make you feel good but him — but that would be a blatant lie
the man above you has a bruising grip on your hips, his lower half practically slamming into you as he uses you as stress relief.
your hands grip at his wrist and forearms, trying to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation of being so full; you’d never been fucked like this before.
the one fucking you is unfamiliar, brows furrowed as he concentrates on letting some steam off after a rough day, it was clear he was viewing you as nothing more than an object at this point, but with how every thrust he made was sending your head dizzy, you couldn’t find it in you to complain
your gaze flickers away from the guy atop of you and instead towards the familiar sight of your partner, whose eyes were half-lidded with lust as he listens to you whine for him “tori, tell him t’ slow down please, please! can’t take it”
tendou’s lips pull into a condescending grin as you whimper, helpless against the large guy who was ignorant to the futile attempts at pushing him away you made; your heart not really in it as you let your tongue loll out slightly as his hips angled upwards.
“y’hear that wakatoshi? m’ angel says it’s too much for her” your pussy instinctively throbs at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, brows furrowing as you hear ushijima groan from the sensation
wakatoshi ushijima was actually no stranger to you at all, but when you had been thrown into this new scenario with him and your partner, it was hard for him not to seem unfamiliar; especially when he was treating you so rough. a huge 180 from the usual gentle giant you had supposed satori’s best friend to be.
a large hand strokes the side of your face, eyes fluttering open to meet ushijima’s own dark pair, his gaze was softer now, more familiar than the deep scowl he had been wearing moments prior
his thrusts seem to follow suit in his gentleness, the headboard no longer slamming against the wall like before, instead he apologises pressing a softer kiss just to the side of your mouth.
“sorry, i just got carried away” he confesses, and your eyes flicker towards your chuckling boyfriend in the corner, his eyes watching hungrily as his bestfriend continues to slowly grind into you, your mind turning to mush slightly as the slick sounds of your bodies coming together continue to fill the room.
you nod feebly, suddenly feeling shy under the gaze of both men “s’ okay, just not so hard, you’re too big.”
satori snorts from the corner of the room, a lazy grin on his features as he continues fucking up into his own fist “gotta be gentle with her, she’s not used to being treated like a slut” ushijima hums, gaze trained on where he and you were connected, smirking at the white ring that was left around the base of his cock.
what tendou had said was true too, when he and you were together it was never as dirty as this, he would never say anything degrading. instead only endless praise tumbling from his lips as he practically worshipped your body
but this? this was entirely different, you felt like you were being ruined by wakatoshi, his cock so big that it ached slightly as he pressed against your cervix. it didn’t help that the way he was treating you before made you feel as though you were unable to think, looking at you as nothing more than an object he could use to make himself feel better.
you felt slightly guilty for liking how he made you feel too.
the sensation of ushijima pressing down on your stomach makes you whine, pulled from your thoughts as he continues to move in and out of you
“holy shit don’t tell me..”
tendou is almost giddy as he watches now, him and ushijima looking to one another as wakatoshi sucks in a breath “can see where i’m fucking her tendou” you gasp as he sends a harsher thrust up into you, his voice practically pathetic as he pushes down on your stomach in awe
tendou has to stop the movement of his wrist for a moment, the sentence alone making him feel all the more sensitive.
you can’t help the moans that leave you as ushijima picks up his pace once again, a simple “sorry i can’t help it” leaving his lips as he groans, eyes trained on where your stomach bulges from the imprint of his dick
hands push and claw at his forearms as tears collect on your lashline, the sensation almost too much as you whine about how he was “too deep.” yet your needy moans don’t stop as tendou encourages you from his seat to the side “you can take him my love, just gotta touch that pretty pussy n you can cum yeah?”
the sound of skin slapping against skin is so lewd, wet shlick echoes filling the room as you whimper out loudly, head nodding as you eagerly listen to your boyfriend’s words. fingers fumbling as you push them into your own mouth, eyes trained on satori’s own red pair as you let your tongue push against them, saliva pooling and dripping around them before bringing them down to your core.
your broken moans stutter into a gasp at the first contact of your fingertips to your clit, ushijima hissing a breath through his teeth as he feels you clench down around him “feels good when she gets all tight like that doesn’t it?” satori groans out, hips moving upwards to meet the eager strokes of his hand
“yeah, god how is she this tight?” your toes curl from the praise, a desperate whine for more leaving your lips as you let your fingers rub messy circles against yourself. the way they were speaking as if you weren’t even there made your stomach tighten slightly, a coil winding up from the overwhelming pleasure of being absolutely wrecked by your boyfriend’s best friend.
tendou catches on the way your hips begin to stuttering up to meet ushijima’s hard thrust’s, free hand clawing at the large man’s muscular forearm, nails indenting into the skin as he winces from the sting, he knew you were close to coming around his friend’s cock now, and it made his cock twitch desperately at the idea
“toshi, need more” you gasp out, practically panting as your hips grind against him “you’re so big!”
ushijima nearly whimpers at the sound of your desperate cry, fingers pressing into the skin of your hips as he tries not to cum first. “you gotta see how pretty she is when she cums” tendou speaks up again, ushijima almost forgetting about his presence as he focuses on the way your cunt tries to keep him close
“tori” you cry out once more, lip wobbling as you turn your head towards him, wanting him to come over and kiss you, touch you, whatever. you just needed him close
he seems to understand this too, standing from his seat, hand still wrapped around his cock as he stands in front of you now “what is it baby, don’t you wanna cum?” his free hand strokes the soft skin of your cheek, thumb pulling your lower lip down as you desperately nod
“just love you s’much” his grin widens at this, a condescending glint in his eye as he watches your eyes roll back from a particularly rough thrust from wakatoshi. “i know baby. know you love wakatoshi’s cock too, don’t you?” he teases, and you have to restrain yourself from cumming as you feel wakatoshi angle his hips upwards once again
“isn’t she a good girl wakatoshi? even while you’re fucking her, she’s tryna show me how much she loves me” ushijima chuckles at the idea of it, when he worded it like that it made you look stupid “sure you’re not just a cockhungry slut beautiful?” tendou coo’s and you immediately shake your head no, a broken sob leaving you as you desperately fight off your orgasm.
“no, m’ not tori! m’ your girl, i love you s’ much!” ushijima takes your denial as a challenge, thrusts growing harsher as he continues to angle towards the spot that was making your brain fog over.
tendou scoffs once again, cutting off your attempt at rambling out more confessions of love by pushing his cock past your open lips “i know baby, you’re my girl” he agrees, eyes practically in hearts as your teary gaze meets his own, tongue dragging along his length as you bring him further into your mouth
ushijima moans at the sight, feeling his orgasm approaching as you start to twitch around him, eyes rolling back as you suckle on your boyfriends tip, a needy repetitive mutter of “m gonna cum!” leaving your lips as you instead start stroking him, back arching off of the bed as you finally feel that coil snap
you can’t help the loud moans that escape you as your other hand digs into ushijima’s arm, his own desperate pants growing louder as he feels you clench around him; watching as your body writhes slightly as he continues pushing deeper.
“good girl, doing so well” tendou praises as he thrusts into your fist, ushijima shutting his eyes tight as he focuses on the way you feel cumming beneath him, it was a sensation he wanted to imprint into his memory forever.
his thrusts slow down however as you desperately cry out about it being “too much” your skin shining with a sheen layer of sweat as your chest rapidly rises and falls. panting, you try catch your breath
and when ushijima pulls out, you can’t help but mourn the loss slightly.
tendou leans down to press a kiss against your lips, hand returning to his own cock as he watches your gaze begin to lazily blink open and closed
grinning as he watches ushijima peel off the condom, groaning lowly at the feeling, tendou walks towards him, offering his hand “want me to help?”
ushijima chews on his lip as he thinks for a moment, nodding as he catches your tired yet eager gaze
tendou is slow as he moves forwards, a hand gently reaching up to the taller males face as he pulls him in for a kiss, you press your aching thighs together at the sight of the two attractive men sighing into one another’s mouths, tongues skilfully pushing and pulling against the others
ushijima shudders as tendou presses their abdomens together now, large slender hands wrapping around not only his own but also wakatoshi’s large cock as they both sigh in relief
you can’t help but watch as the two men stroke their cocks together, tips rubbing against one another as their hips stutter up.
ushijima’s lip is pulled between his teeth as his brows furrow, shuddering slightly as he mutters out a curse “shit” tendou is smiling as he watches his friend groan, his head tilting back slightly as he closes his eyes to savour the feeling.
“who knew this would feel so good huh?” you chuckle at tendou’s words, sleepy eyes trained on the way their cocks rubbed together, ushijima’s twitching slightly as he likely neared his finish. “you can cum if you wanna toshi’” his dark gaze flits over to your own as he nods, sucking in a breath as he lets tendou continue jacking the two of them off
his brows furrow, chest panting as he finally allows himself to give in, a quick warning leaving him before cum splatters against his own and tendou’s chest, your boyfriend following shortly after with a quick “fuck” the pair of them leaning against one another as satori pulls his hand away so as to not overstimulate them both.
you smile tiredly up at the pair as they both pant, tendou falling gracelessly onto the bed as he smirks up at wakatoshi “i told you it would be a good stress relief” both you and ushijima chuckle at this, your eyes rolling as you shuffle over to scratch your fingers against your boyfriends bright red buzzcut, you’d seen pictures of what he’d looked like before he buzzed it all and felt upset that you wouldn’t get to feel that too.
“thank you” ushijima begins, ears red as he finally takes a breather “both of you” you grin up at the flustered man, tendou patting the space on the bed beside him in gesture for him to sit. “it’s all good wakatoshi, hey if you win this next big game maybe she’ll let you do her raw next time”
your skin buzzed with the promise of this happening again, wakatoshi seemingly thinking a similar thing as he grinned; uncharacteristically excitable from the newfound motive
and when he and his team won their next match, well you and tendou were sure to keep your side of the deal.
a story in which two second choices choose one another
part five of six, link to previous part here [four]
originally posted on wattpad [ 5 parts have been posted as of now! ]
IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS BEAUTIFUL, he is rough and often harsh in his wording — but you can't help but admire the gentleness of the sun against his tanned skin.
quiet breaths leave his mouth while he sleeps, your eyes catching the slow rise and fall of his chest from beneath your hand.
his brow furrows even as he rests, lip twitching in response to whatever it was that he was dreaming about.
you softly run your hand along his cheeks, fingertips skimming across his sun kissed cheekbones that seemed to be littered in light freckles, almost too faint to be seen if you weren't looking hard enough
he unknowingly sighs at the action, the crease in his brow loosening as he relaxes under your touch
you didn't think that he'd be the type of guy that you'd put the word 'pretty' to, but as his eyes groggily blink open and you catch the flash of honeyed brown; you're certain that the word was perfect for him.
"morning" you whisper, almost scared to loudly and scare him away, but you're met with a content looking smile, tired eyes squinting into a grin as he hums his own greeting back to you "g'morning" he pulls you closer, your head now resting on his shoulder as he nuzzles into your hair.
thinking back to your conversation from the night before, you wonder if this is how the two of you 'had always been' — the answer is obvious, but you surprisingly don't mind the change.
his fingers lazily stroke against your arm, the sensation leaving goosebumps littered across your skin in his wake.
"you feeling alright?" he asks, and you let out a happy sigh in reply, head nodding "are you?" he chuckles at the question, and you feel the vibration of it from under your palm.
"yeahh" he drawls, lifting your head from where it rested so that he could tilt your chin to look up at him. "i'm just peachy" he grins at you, nose gently bumping against your own as he brings you up for a soft kiss,
your body practically buzzes at the feeling, a warm sense of comfort blanketing over you as your lips slot effortlessly against his own.
huffing a quiet laugh through your nose as you pull away, you can't help the beaming smile that tugs at your lips, cheeks slightly rosy as you take him in once again
he really was gorgeous, and you weren't sure as to how you hadn't noticed it before, the insistent longing you had felt for his skilled setter of a best friend likely overshadowing him, making it so that you were unaware to his charm
whatever it was that had stopped you from noticing him before, you were certainly glad that it was out of the way now.
you're momentarily struck by the speculation of what life may have been like if you had never been 'in love' with oikawa, that instead of stubbornly yearning for the boy you were convinced that you were smitten with, you had instead fallen for the brash, hard headed boy who was always beside him.
the one who you had stuck your nose up at when he had questioned if you wanted to join him to go bug hunting when you were both young, his gap toothed grin turning into a scowl as you made some comment of disgust and warned him not to come near you again.
that was one of the first of many smiles that iwaizumi had given you in your time of knowing him, and yet none quite matched the one he was giving you right now
and just for a second, you found yourself awestruck. never before had you seen an expression quite like it cross iwaizumi's features
throughout the many years of existing within the same friend group, you had grown familiar with his different expressions at the least.
there was his condescending smirk that he would often wear when berating oikawa, smacking him across the head or shoulder as the boy who had always held your sights whined in protest.
the boyish grin that would spread across his cheeks and create a crease in his eyes whenever he accomplished something new or showy during practice or a match.
or the polite acknowledging smile he had once directed to you, the two of you awkwardly bumping shoulders during one of the many common movie nights you both spent with your sister and oikawa.
then there was the incredulous smiles that would break out across his face when the two of you finally began to inevitably draw closer to one another. the uncontrollable laughter that would bubble up in his chest when he had watched milkshake snort from out of your nose, your own laughter mixing with the loud chokes of disgust you were coughing out.
and yet — after all of it — here you were, awed by nothing but a smile.
by now he had rolled you off of him, raising from the bed to fetch the shirt that he had taken off in the night (growing too warm with your sleeping body pressed up against him.)
he catches your eye from where he was standing, gaze softening as he takes in your almost awestruck looking face, and that's when he smiles at you again
soft dimples crinkling into his cheeks from where his lips pull into a gentle grin
it was nothing more than that, but it was his eyes that had made your chest tighten, the light sickly feeling that often came whenever you got butterflies overcoming you as you meet his eyes; they were so full of endearment that it almost seemed to overwhelm you.
you feel your cheeks flush ever so slightly, his smile turning to a grin at the sight.
you were definitely not used to feeling this way around iwaizumi, and that thought alone filled you with a slight dread. there was a sense of guilt swirling in your stomach as you sat up from iwa's bed
you try not to dwell on the sickly feeling it brings to your throat, wondering if this is really how fragile and fickle emotion can be? to love and long for someone for so long, just to have it all be put behind you from nothing but a smile.
without even realising it, last night oikawa had drifted from your mind, thoughts of his honey sweet smile had left you the second he was out of sight, instead finding your thoughts and body consumed by iwaizumi
it was one night that you had spent together, and yet somehow it has twisted your entire mindset of the sharp edged boy who stood in front of you now; arms slightly flexing as he skilfully spiked up his hair.
you had to admit, you were being a little too melodramatic for a saturday morning.
lightly clearing your throat, you find your voice "that'll totally damage your hair you know?" pushing off of his bed, you saunter over towards the seijoh ace. "you'll definitely be bald when you're older, you should try rosemary oil before it's too late" you try to somber your voice, expression entirely serious as you attempt to make a jab at him
iwaizumi merely shoves you away from him with a scoff, eyes rolling as he brushes you off "you believe everything you hear don't you?" he mutters, brows furrowed as he goes back to delicately spiking up different parts of his hair.
shrugging your shoulders in response, you can't deny that he's right — so instead, you start to look around his room; it was a lot easier to notice things now that it was light outside.
iwaizumi wasn't as clean as you were expecting him to be, it's not that his room was messy or anything, but he wasn't as neat as you had visualised him as. clothes hung out of his hamper and draws, haphazardly thrown about in random spots of the room or tucked away behind a closet door that wouldn't slide all the way shut because of a shoe that was in the way
his walls were covered in posters and pictures, and you were pleasantly surprised to see a few that even ou were in! he had trophies and figurines tucked away up on shelves that seemed to be collecting dust. medals hanging from handles or pinned up to a small board hidden in the far corner.
it shouldn't have been shocking for you to see all of these things in iwaizumi's room, but it was. you had expected plain walls, cleanliness and maybe an odd volleyball poster in all honesty — and it made you realise just how ignorant you had been to the boy from down the street all this time —
all this time he had been so much more than you had been expecting, he had been messy and loud, he could be clumsy and charming, and he had lived such a life that you had been completely unaware of, so caught up in your idolisation of the golden boy from aoba johsei that you failed to see iwaizumi as anything deeper as oikawa's best friend.
the pictures, tickets and odd ball items he had dotted around his room were collections of his life. memories he had lived that you had just been unknowingly pushing yourself out of, creating this border that separated your lives for no reason at all.
though you can't help but laugh aloud as you finally bring your gaze back over to where he was stood, finally noticing the photoshopped picture of godzilla (with his face on it) that he has tucked into his mirror frame; silently you hope to god that it's not what he uses as a hairstyle reference
following your gaze, iwaizumi snorts as well, a slight redness to his ears as he takes it down, flipping it so it was facing the dresser's tabletop "it was a stupid thing makki made in IT once"
you chuckle at his explanation, reaching over from behind him to pick the picture up, examining the shitty photoshop edit that had been done with a mugshot of a younger iwa; he looked to be about 15 ish so you assume it was taken when he was a first year.
"yeah i can tell by the shitty editing"
iwa huffs a laugh at your words, but tries to snatch the photo back anyway. you dodge his reach however, slipping past him to tuck the picture back into the mirror's side "it's cute though, you should keep it up." turning to face him, you gesture to the many miscellaneous pictures and items scattered around his room "i like how you decorate, it's very you in a way i wasn't expecting"
he raises a brow at this, though seems bashful as he eyes the random junk or messes in his room "what's that even mean?" he questions, pulling the two of you away from his dresser and leading you towards the centre of his room "dunno, it's just, cute i guess" you grin at him, shrugging as he rolls his eyes (something you noticed he does quite often no matter who he's with) muttering "weirdo" under his breath with a laugh.
"now c'mon, pick something out, i'll walk you back to yours" you don't have the heart to turn down his offer, even if was just a few minutes walk.
the two of you leave his place hand in hand, absentmindedly chatting to one another as you stroll down the familiar path to your house
you'd walked this exact path with iwaizumi so many times before — though usually you were both flanked by your sister and oikawa. "i don't think we've ever walked back to yours alone before" iwaizumi's voice startled you slightly, the bitter taste that had begun settling on your tongue at the thought of oikawa disappearing as soon as he spoke aloud exactly what you had just been thinking about.
humming, you swing your entwined hands between the pair of you, eyes forwards facing as you try to ignore the way his gaze seems to burn into your face, iwaizumi was the observant type, and that made you slightly nervous.
"we've only just started being alone together, period." he chuckles at that, gaze falling away from your face to instead face the floor slightly "that's true i suppose" you note that it seems like he wanted to say more, his mouth opening for a second before closing once again; letting his sentence cut off for a moment
"it-" he stops speaking again, as if trying to find the right words "it's nice though, different yeah, but i really have enjoyed the time the two of us have been spending together lately." the slight burn to his ears doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you smile, squeezing his hand as to ease his embarrassment
"yeah, it's not often i do charity work like this" you tease, watching as his lips quirk up, and he bumps your arm with his "oh shut up, i was tryna' be nice" he groans, eyes rolling as you laugh "well think how nice i am! just me being seen alone with you has caused irreparable damage to my social reputation!" he shakes your hand off as he goes to smack you round the head, squeaking in surprise? you quickly dodge to the side so as to avoid being hit
"you're such a bitch" he chuckles, grabbing you by the hand once again to pull you back towards him "aww cmon, what happened to being nice iwa?" you pout, watching as his brows raise in exaggerated surprise "i thought we were past the whole 'iwa' thing, what happened to what you were calling me last night?" he's got a wolf like grin spread across his face now, oozing cockiness as you try not to let the shock show in your expression.
internally however, you were a little surprised by his ability to say something so flirty, you know you had slept with him, but you didn't think he'd be the type to randomly blurt things like that — he was surprising you more and more, doing exactly the things you'd never have expected him to; he was very different to the iwaizumi you had imagined back before you really spoke.
matching his grin now, you bring your intertwined hands up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles gently "what 'pretty boy?' i mean, i can keep calling you that if you want but-" you laugh as his grin drops, cutting you off with a quick stammering shush, ears burning with embarrassment as he jabs you in the side with his elbow.
coughing out your laughter as you double over, arms clutched to your side. iwa is quick with his apologies, not having meant to have knocked you so hard; you can tell that this has embarrassed him even further and you can't help your choked out wheezes.
after practically coughing up a lung from the winding he had given you, you finally manage to compose yourself. brushing iwa's apologies off with an easy going grin "you get violent when you're flustered, noted" he groans once again, hand dragging down his face in exasperation, "i didn't mean to jab you so hard! it's not my fault you've got no muscle" gasping dramatically at his words, you roll the sleeves of the hoodie (which he had lent you) up, flexing your arms to try and prove him wrong
"oh yeah, what's this then?" you taunt, watching as he raises an eyebrow at you, glancing from your bicep to your face in disbelief. "that" he pinched at the skin of your arm, making you wince "is what happens when you spend all your time getting high, instead of getting fit" rubbing your arm, you stick your tongue out at him childishly; you didn't want to admit he was right.
"what are you my gym coach?" he scoffs at your words, noting your obvious attempt of avoidance "these bad boys will do me just fine" after making a show of kissing each of your arms, you send a swift jab of your own into iwa's side, slightly humbled by the fact that he barely even winced. "oh yeah, you're packing some real heat with those guns" he jokes, and you cringe, face twisting in distaste "that was genuinely the worst joke you've ever made, now you see why hanging with you is charity work. i cant be seen with you right now."
he scoffs loudly at this, chuckling as you push him away from you, pretending to hide your face from some invisible paparazzi.
and as he chases you to the electricity pole beside your house, you can't help but think that the two of you had wasted so much time not speaking to one another, missing out on so many opportunities and memories that you could have been making with one another, instead of pining for a romance with people that barely even saw you.
though fate always had perfect timing, so perhaps you didn't get the chance to get to know the rough boy from down the street, always separated by the perfect pair between you that neither of you could see past; but you were here together right now, and maybe that was perfect enough.
i am so tired of nobody realising that kuroo tetsurou is a MUNCH!!! he literally cannot sleep without two pillows either side of his head, like HELLO?? he would literally have to eat you out before bed every night just so he can get a good nights rest between ur thighs,, UGH I WANT HIM SO BAD.
a story in which two second choices choose one another
part four of six, links to previous & next parts here [three] & [five]
originally posted on wattpad [ 4 parts have been posted as of now! ]
CONTENT WARNING : smut
TRAILING YOUR EYES ALONG the landing walls, you patiently wait for iwa to find you something from his mother's room. a small snort leaving you at the sight of his childhood photos; a particular one of him, your sister and oikawa catching your interest. all three of them are doused in paint, but it was clear that iwaizumi had been a victim of your sisters bright red palms, smeared handprints littered across his skin and clothes as he glared into the camera. "just take something from one of my draws, mums done the washing or something." pulling your eyes away from the photo, you give him a simple nod; letting him lead you towards his room.
"if you wanted to get me alone that badly you could've just said so" you grin, sighing gently as you settle yourself onto his bed, hands smoothing over the cool sheets. "if i wanted you alone, i think i would've tidied up a bit more" he jokes back from within his wardrobe, hands pushing random clothes aside to try and find something suited to your size "what a gentleman" snorting, you lie back, letting yourself relax against his covers, thoughts swimming in that lightheaded sort of way that alcohol creates.
you listen as iwa lets out a small noise of triumph, eyes closed as you smile dreamily "here's a shirt, i'll grab you some joggers or something now" he throws the shirt over lazily, laughing as you grunt, the shirt smacking you in the face and forcing you to sit up, glaring over at his bulky figure across the room. mumbling curses under your breath as you pull yourself off of his bed.
groaning as you attempt to peel your damp dress from off of your skin, you sigh in defeat calling out to iwaizumi as he's rifling through his drawers "can you give me a hand please?" his head turns to you in confusion, nodding when he realises what you mean "yeah give me one second" leaning against his bed frame as he pulls out a random pair of shorts for you, you eagerly watch as he raises his own wet shirt above his head, the fabric sticking to his skin as he does so.
whistling a short cat call, you laugh, watching his mouth twitch up into an amused smirk under the dim lighting of his bedroom. "yeah yeah, cut it out and c'mere" he chuckles, beckoning you over. intertwining your hand with his own you let him pull you forwards, hands resting against your thighs at the bottom of your dress "arms up" you do as he says, raising your arms above your head and letting him tug your dress upwards towards your hips.
the soaked fabric clings to your skin and makes you cringe in distaste "remind me to kill makki once we're back at the party" iwa huffs out a laugh, his breath tickling your skin "knowing him he's probably already passed out from how much he's drinking" pulling the dress past your chest was a struggle, it wasn't necessarily due to your size but rather the fact that the fabric was practically glued to your skin.
"jesus, couldn't you have worn something looser?" iwa grunts, tugging the bottom of the dress up over your head with one final pull, making you almost fall back at the force "would've been easier if you just ripped it off of me" snorting at your joke, iwa merely tosses your dress aside, manoeuvring you towards his bed where his spare clothes were laid out "unless you're planning on giving me reason to, then i think your clothes will be safe" he teases, hands resting steadily on your waist as he guides you backwards.
it was undeniable to you that he was attractive, even if it was in a way that you're not quite used to. it was in the boyish, broad shouldered sort of way, an attractiveness that brought your attention to his wolf-like grin and lightly freckled cheekbones. maybe it was the way that his smiles reached his eyes; quite the opposite to the many polite smiles that you've witnessed oikawa direct towards you. iwaizumi was genuine, even within all his roughness.
you couldn't help but find yourself melting into his hold, his hands warm against your water cooled skin, face softening as you let him lead you towards his mattress; he only lets you go once the backs of your knees hit the bed and you buckle.
you sit comfortably in the silence, eyes scanning over his naked torso as he finds himself some clothes to change into "careful, keep looking at me like that and i'll start thinking you want me" you bring your eyes up to meet his gaze, an easy going grin resting upon his features, a similar smile mirrored upon your own "hey with the way you're looking, maybe i do" you watch his shoulders shake lightly as he chuckles, head shaking as he glances at you from the side.
"what happened to being 'therapy friends?" he quips, head tilting as he turns towards you. now you weren't an idiot, you could tell that there was some sort of tension between the two of you, and by making the jokes that you are, you were heading towards dangerous waters; but with the alcohol clouding your judgement slightly, you didn't seem to really care.
you smile up at him coyly, fingers drumming lightly against his covers "friends can still fuck can't they?" he blinks down at you for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not you were joking, but from the slight droop in his eyelids and the way they lingered upon your underwear clad body for a little too long. you could tell that your words held some sort of effect on him.
there's two beats of silence before he slowly makes his way over "i know i'm not exactly the guy you want, but would it be alright if i kissed you right now?" you feel your breath catch in your throat, eyes watching carefully as he crouches down in front of you, hands resting gently against your thighs. though unable to verbalise your consent, you nod eagerly; hands reaching out towards his face as he moves towards you.
his lips were softer than you were expecting, and despite your enthusiasm the kiss was gentle, slow. he took his time with it, rough fingers slowly curling at the back of your neck and tangling within your hair, it was warm - as he always seemed to be - and it wasn't like anything you had been preparing yourself for.
as you leant more into him, the kiss got sloppier. god you felt hot, your mind finding it hard to focus as his tongue was sliding into your mouth. pressing gently against your own in a gesture you were eager to respond to.
you don't pull away from each other as he moves forwards, pressing you back onto the bed and caging you beneath one of his arms, his other hand already occupied within your hair. you're gasping at this point, feeling like molten with how hot your body was already starting to become, the knee he had between your legs pressing gently against you and forcing a shudder, nails scratching against his back and shoulders as you try to ground yourself.
iwa grunts lowly, his mouth breaking away from your own as he starts pressing slow, sloppy kisses down your throat, dragging his tongue against your pulse point. you found yourself panting at the sensation your eyes rolling back as you whine. he lets his hand follow where his mouth led, winding down and round to where your bra clips together.
"is this alright?" the question was rough in his throat, his voice hoarse as his fingers ghost across your spine, you shudder slightly at the contact. "yes, please." your voice is a lot more desperate than you were expecting, shaky and anticipating. iwa wastes no time in removing your bra, hands smoothing against your skin as he moves the straps down your arms.
his chest presses close to your own as he meets your lips in another wanton kiss, he was so very warm. you couldn't help the goosebumps that scattered your skin, hands ever searching for purchase against his body.
you keen into his touch as his hands move towards your chest, fingers pulling and twisting at your nipples gently as you whine.
unable to reach your hand down to his crotch, you instead press your knee against him, lowly grinding it into him. you're rewarded with a hitch in his breath, a low groan tumbling from his throat as he moves against your leg "sh-iiit" he moans, eyes closing at the friction you were providing for him.
he lets his mouth run down towards your chest now, one hand groping your tit and his tongue lapping at the other. you arch into the sensation, letting small praises fall from your lips "fuck that's it" your body jerks as his teeth latch onto you, the nerves sensitive from how much attention he was giving them.
desperate to feel him against you, you pull on his hair in an attempt to pull him upwards. his eyes glance up towards you and you feel yourself melt "wanna feel you" you murmer, hands tugging on his biceps as he sends you a crooked grin "someone's needy" he laughs, but you're too warm to care, mind only focused on getting what you want from him
"please hajime" you mewl, the use of his first name foreign on your tongue, though iwaizumi didn't seem to mind, too busy sliding his joggers down.
your jaw slacks as he finally slots against you, the shape of him pressing against you through his underwear enough to make you drool. "shit baby, you're so good" he hisses, dick twitching as he feels you grind into him "fuckkk, you're so good" all you can do is moan as his teeth nip at your jaw, hips rutting against one another as the two of you grow desperate.
you didn't think that he would be the person you were going to be doing this with tonight, but as you feel yourself clench against his clothed erection, you really couldn't complain.
"wanna feel you angel" you keen at the pet name, your head spinning as you nod eagerly. thumbs sliding your underwear down your legs as you watch him do the same. cock springing from his boxers as he hums, thick thumb swiping at the tip gently as he strokes himself. you drool at the sight, thighs rubbing together as you feel your core throb.
"can i haji?" you ask, fingers dipping teasingly between your legs, he lets out a shaky breath, eyes catching on the slick between your thighs "yes, god yes." you smile slightly at his enthusiasm. bringing your fingers up to your mouth, you let the saliva drool around them before bringing them back down to your core.
your head rolls back at the contact, fingers circling your clit slowly. you can hear how iwa's breath catches within his throat, hand stilling around his cock as he watches you touch yourself. "you're s'gorgeous" the words slur together slightly, hazel eyes watching as you slide one of your fingers in past your folds.
you force yourself to watch as he fucks into his hand, palm slowly moving from the top of his cock to the base. he was big and you knew the stretch would burn slightly from how thick he was. "pretty boy" you moan, eyes catching onto the way he twitches against his palm. the sight makes you whine, adding two more fingers to try and stretch yourself out.
iwaizumi curses, cock heavy in his hand as he watches you desperately fuck yourself on your fingers.
you're panting by the time he moves forwards for a kiss, hand enveloping the one between your legs, pulling your fingers out slowly to watch your pussy clench around air.
"please iwa, need it s'bad" you're batting your lashes, eyes teary as you look up at him. sucking in a harsh breath as his fingers ghost against your clit
"oh, so it's 'iwa' now? what happened to those pretty little whines of 'haji' huh?" his voice raises an octave, imitating your desperate pleas of his name, eyebrows raising as he strokes himself, tip catching against your slit and making you jolt. "m'sorry haji, jus' wanna feel you" you're desperate now, words mumbling together as you push your hips down towards where his tip sits against you, the two of you moaning as it's pushed ever so slightly into you.
you can tell that he's losing the restraint he was having to hold now, tip gently pushing in and out of your entrance as he groans, teeth caught on his lower lip "you're driving me crazy here angel. need to get a condom first, be patient" clawing at his arm as he tries to move away, you quickly drag him back "s'alright, it's alright. i'm on the pill, please hajime, i just want you inside" you try and steady your voice, your nails creating crescent indents into the skin of his arm as he swears "fuckkkk. you really are driving me crazy." leaning down towards you, you eagerly meet him for a kiss, mouths hot as your tongues move against one another, whining into him as he realigns himself against you.
your nails dig into his skin as he pushes inside you, the stretch burning as you latch onto his arm. "that's it baby, shit. you're doing so good" you moan at his praises, pussy clenching around him as he twitches inside you.
"you're s'big." you whimper, mouth falling open as you feel him hit the back of your cervix, both you and iwa moaning at the sensation. "you alright sweetheart?" he asks, the two of you panting as you try and accommodate to his size. nodding you smile, bringing his lips down into a soft kiss, circling your hips against him as a sign to move.
the first drag of his cock against you is slow, soft. iwaizumi trying his best to not fuck you dumb straight away. but your small cry of "faster please" has his restraint slowly slipping.
you find your fingernails digging into his skin as his pace increases, your eyes rolling back slightly at his force. he was so deep and it made your mind start to numb, thoughts of his cock the only thing you could find yourself able to focus on. iwa was in a similar state, forearms resting either side of your head, low groans and pants all he could let out, the feeling of you squeezing around him leaving him sensitive and overwhelmed.
"you're so big haji!" the drawn out whine of his name has his pace stuttering, cock twitching within you and forcing you to force your own hips downwards, a desperate attempt to get him to keep going. "fuck angel, you're so good for me" he rolls his hips slowly, memorising the warmth of your pussy around him "so pretty" it was his first time fucking someone raw, and god knows he was starting to get drunk off of the sensation.
you hum at his praise, tugging him down for a messy kiss, tongue and teeth clashing together as his hips start up their relentless pace once more. the feeling of his cock pressing against your cervix has your mouth watering. loud drawn out cries of pleasure leaving you as the heat within your lower stomach increases.
babbling out praises of how "deep" and "big" iwa's cock was, you let your hand wander down between your legs, fingers circling your clit eagerly. iwa moans as you tighten around him small mutters of "fuck" tickling against your ear as his breathing increases.
"just like that baby, fuckkk" you find the air forced out of you as his cock finally hits at the perfect angle, the repeated motion leaving you cock dumb and drooling. you rub your clit even faster, chasing your orgasm as iwa grunts atop of you. "m so close haji, fuck you're so good!" you grip onto him with your free hand, stomach tightening at the oncoming sensation, iwa swears as he feels you clench around him, murmuring praises as he starts to feel his own orgasm approach.
digging your nails into him once more you cry out "wanna feel you cum inside haji, please" you're practically begging at this point. your fingers desperately working at your clit as iwa's breathing grows ragged, cock deepening inside you with the force he was fucking you with.
he pants as he fucks you, trying to hold back his cum until you were ready, your eager moans tempting him to the edge, but you whine as you clench around him, head growing light as your thighs trap him against you, your loud repeated moans of "m' gonna cum" making him grunt with the effort of not spilling inside you. when he finally felt you gush around him, cunt squeezing him so tightly that it almost hurt, he couldn't hold back anymore, hips slamming into you as he came too.
both of you were gripping onto eachother, your loud cries of pleasure leaving him dizzy, teeth digging into the skin of your shoulder whenever he wasn't muttering praises "good girl, such a good girl f'me" he groaned as he rolled his hips against you, the overwhelming sensation of your shared orgasms something he wanted to ride out for as long as possible.
you shudder beneath him, wincing as he catches your clit, the feeling too sudden after your orgasm "sorry darling" he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as he tries to move away from you, you whine in response, pussy fluttering as he finally pulls out.
for a minute he looks almost awed at the way his cum spills out of you, but he quickly moves to grab something to clean you up with. when he comes back from what you assume to be his bathroom, he helps clean you up with a cool flannel, your cheeks heat at the action. guys you usually slept with were shit when it came to that sort of stuff, so the after care action took you by surprise slightly.
you eye him up appreciatively, scanning over his features as the moonlight caresses his skin. his hazel eyes were soft as he smoothed the flannel against your skin, brows pulled into a concentrated furrow. you smile as he brings his gaze up to your face, a soft smile mirroring your own as he puts the flannel to the side "you okay sweetheart?" he questions
you merely hum in response, head nodding as you feel the exhaustion set in "just sleepy" ironically you yawn just after saying so, as if trying to prove your point. he laughs, eyes crinkling up as he moves to grab the discarded clothes that he had grabbed for you earlier "here, lemme help you" he says, his voice quiet as he watches you, your body shuffling to sit up on the bed as he gestures for you to come forwards.
"arms up" you silently do as he says, letting him pull his large shirt over you, it wasn't too much bigger on your frame, but it still hung quite loose on your figure than anything you owned personally. "thank you" you smile as he places a kiss on the top of your head "anytime, do you want bottoms?" you shake your head at his question, skin still warm from your previous activities and likely alcohol.
he goes about getting his own clothes on silently, either ignorant to your blatant stare or just indifferent to it. you let yourself settle against his pillow, hips rising so that you could shuffle the duvet from beneath you.
iwa chuckles as he turns back to face you, your nose buried beneath his comforter, eyes watching him tiredly as he laughs, head shaking slightly as you yawn "go ahead, make yourself at home why don't you" he teases, to which you grin, making a show of snuggling further into his bed "why thank you, you're too kind" the two of you chuckle as you make room for him in the bed.
at first he seemed slightly hesitant to touch you, but you grab his hand on attempt to tug him towards you, his arm wrapping around your torso comfortably.
you're both quiet for a moment, the sound of his shallow breathing making you think he was asleep for a moment, but the silence is broken when he asks "what are we from here on out?" he says it so gently that you're convinced he's worried that you'll break if he were to ask it any louder.
you merely sigh as you press yourself against him, stealing his warmth as you shut your eyes "therapy friends with benefits?" you try joke, but you know the answer is not one he's looking for.
he laughs nonetheless, and for a second you too are scared to speak, to break the fragile silence that surrounds the two of you, but you know that you need to talk. "we can be what we've always been, maybe a little more now if that's what you'd like?" he's quiet, and you count the beats between his silence.
"i think i want to take this slow" he pauses for a moment as if debating what to say, "i like you, and i would hate for either of us to get hurt, so for now, let's just be what we've always been; friends." he concludes, and you hum comfortably, repeating the word back to him "friends it is. now shut up, m tired" he chuckles, chin pressing against the junction between your neck and shoulder as he sighs, the two of you resting comfortably within eachothers warmth.
you think to yourself absently what it means to you, 'to be what you've always been.' polite acquaintances who share friends? confidants with similar romance troubles? friends? lovers? you weren't quite sure what it meant to be what you already were when it seemed you had already crossed the line to what you were before; but you weren't going to push things any further. better to let things play out than risk ruining the fragility of it all any more than you already had.
a story in which two second choices choose one another
part three of six, links to previous & next parts here [two] & [four]
originally posted on wattpad [ 4 parts have been posted as of now! ]
CONTENT WARNING : alcohol and drug usage (recreational)
CELEBRATING, that's what you were all planning on doing that friday night. the team had just won a match up against karasuno and they were ecstatic! you had spent the game up in the stands instead of on the bench, iwaizumi's jersey wrapped round you as you cheered for him — this was a normal occurrence for games now. the others were confused at first, but they were starting to get used to it, though that didn't stop them all from constantly asking about the two of you; you'd lost track of how many times you've said "we're just friends" in the past few weeks.
but now, here you were getting ready, your sister banging at the door as you prepared for a long night out with the boys and some others from your year — granted it would probably leave you with 50 or so regrets in the morning, but a party's a party. "c'mon (y/n)! oikawa's coming to get me at 8, so unless you want to walk alone- hurry up!" shiraishi whined for the umpteenth time that evening, making you scoff, though the mentioning of oikawa made your heart jump into your throat.
grabbing your jacket from the floor, you risk a quick glance in the mirror, eyeing up your outfit in scrutiny before shrugging and calling out to your sister "alright, alright! some of us have to try to look pretty! you're lucky it's so effortless for ya!" hearing her groan from outside the door, you smile. eyes sweeping over your outfit one last time with a satisfied hum
opening the door to your room, you couldn't help the grin that split across your face at your sister's expression "you can't be serious (y/n)- you cant go wearing that! it's so,, whorish!" she chides, manicured fingers gripping onto the banister as you roll your eyes. "that's the whole point, sister dearest" shrugging on your jacket with a wink, her disapproving stare being one you were far to used to.
luckily, before she could open her mouth to chide you some more, the sound of the door interrupted her, wide doe-like eyes going wide as a smile split across her face "oikawa!" was all she said before bounding down the stairs, long brown hair bouncing behind her as she went. sighing as you follow after her, you quickly check your own hair in the mirror; it would have to do you muse.
skipping the last 3 steps with a jump, you try to balance yourself once more. eyes moving to the door where you, unfortunately, managed to catch sight of your sister and oikawa exchanging a quick kiss. oh god, you needed to get drunk and fast "hey (y/n)! you ready to go?" you snap out of your little reverie quickly, oikawa's voice making you feel a little warmer in the face, as he always did. "yeah just need to grab my shoes give me a second!" grinning as you manoeuvre round them, you easily dodge a shove from your sister, stumbling round to try and pull your shoes on before leaving.
oikawa holds the door open for you both once you were finally ready, his charming and easy going grin making your mind spin slightly. you didn't totally understand where your attraction to oikawa stemmed from, as it's not like the two of you were compatible so to say; in fact it's likely that you were the furthest thing from his 'type.' so even if your sister was out of the picture, it's not like you had much of a chance regardless.
"you good?" a voice suddenly pipes up from the foot of the garden, your eyes snapping up to meet iwaizumi's, his brows arched as he takes in your appearance with an amused grin, to which you return the gesture, sauntering over to him with a slight skip in your step "i am more than good now that you're here" he chuckles at the teasing lilt to your voice, his elbow nudging against your side gently as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.
taking in iwaizumi's own attire you let out an approving whistle, smiling as his eyes glance towards you from the side "well isn't somebody handsome" he rolls his eyes at the comment, huffing a short little laugh as you over dramatically eye him up "not too bad yourself. dress is nice by the way, which lucky guy is it for?" he jokes, the two of you linking arms as you attempt to keep up with his long legs.
"and if i said it as for you" you sing, batting your eyes in an overly flirtatious manner. he merely rolls his eyes, a smirk being your only response before your sister and oikawa had suddenly jumped into the conversation. "so you two are a thing!" oikawa accuses, your sister grinning as the four of you walk aside eachother calmly.
"no you idiot, don't talk about stuff you don't understand" iwa huffs, making you chuckle "you mean everything then?" oikawa merely guffaws at you dramatically, his hand reaching up to his heart in what you assume to be betrayal. iwa snickers at your comment giving you a quick high five as you both grin. "you're such a horrible duo!" oikawa whines, your sister chuckling as she attempts to soothe him.
the four of you spend the rest of the walk chattering and joking around, laughter spilling from your lips as oikawa trips over his own feet, your sister catching him in a low dip "ooh how romantic, oikawa i think we've found your knight in shining armour!" you teased, for a moment forgetting about your feelings for the boy — too focused on the easy going nature that came when the four of you were together.
once you had finally arrived at makki's house — the one who was designated to hold most of the parties — you were greeted by the loud music that came booming from the speakers both inside and from his backyard. a grin splits across your features as you see the amount of already intoxicated teens that were inside "i'm gonna go get some drinks, i'll see y'all later!" you give the trio a wink, before attempting to manoeuvre your way into the house and towards the drinks table.
"not even a hello (y/n)? i'm hurt" a voice whines jokingly from behind you, your head turning to see matsukawa slouching against the back of the sofa lazily, a bottle of some kind of beer in hand as he sizes you up, you laugh as he does so "so sorry matsu, i'm just a bit preoccupied with the idea of getting smashed out of my head right now" you shrug, grinning mischievously as he chuckles "now when you say smashed, in what sense is that?" you snort at his question, watching from the corner of your eye as he stands up to move towards you.
"honestly at this point, either way." you joke, his approving hum and tip of his drink making you smile, turning back to getting a drink of your own. "so who is your victim of choice for the night?" he ponders and after a moment of contemplation, you merely shrug, glancing at the percentages of each drink absentmindedly. "the party has only just begun. who knows who, it could be you if you're not careful" your words were meant to be teasing, but you were quickly reminded of iwaizumi's words from a few weeks earlier as he lets out an almost longing sigh "good thing im never careful then" he smirks, his body closer to you now.
you could tell he was obviously trying to flirt and all you could do was mentally scold yourself for leading him on any further. "where's makki then?" you know the attempt to change the subject was obvious and you're not blind to how his smile drops slightly as a result of it. but he answers anyway, motioning off towards the garden as he does so "he's smoking i think" his voice doesn't let on to his disappointment and your conscience is grateful for it.
in an attempt to cheer him up though, you quickly pick up two cups of what you assumed to be vodka and coke, handing one off to him as he puts his empty bottle to the side "now then kind sir, how do you feel about getting absolutely wasted?" you question, making his eyebrows quirk in lazy consideration "i'd say that sounds like a real party" he snickers, both of you grinning as you grab the rest of the vodka, heading off into the crowd of intoxicated students with a relieved sigh.
the rest of your night consisted of a lot of drinking, dancing and kissing — who exactly you had been kissing? you weren't 100% sure. but you were now sat beside the pool, your head on makki's lap as you, him, matsukawa and iwaizumi all lay there smoking. iwaizumi and you were the only ones that were smoking something a little stronger, shall we say; but that's because the other two boys didn't want to risk 'greening out'.
"do you think cats get horny?" the question is sudden and it surprises even yourself as you ask it, eyes squinting in consideration as you stare up at the stars, the dimmed music from inside making your head feel twice as hazed, the alcohol and weed mixing to make the effects even stronger "like obviously dogs are always humping things and shit, but you never see cats doing that!" you go on, the boys laughing at your words "you're high as fuck right now aren't you?" makki teases before letting out a resolute sigh "i guess dogs are just horny on main"
you hum at his words, as if they had confirmed your initial thoughts; a contented smile on your face as you reach out for the blunt from iwa. "men are like dogs, and then women are cats, you can't tell when a woman is horny" giggling at your own words as you take in another large hit, the others scoff "you literally just told us, in vivid detail might i add, about how you've imagined riding one of our thighs-" matsukawa smirks, his brow raised teasingly as you sputter in denial
"no i didn't, i said a volleyball players thighs, that doesn't mean you guys!" you frown at him as he shrugs, a disbelieving grin still occupying his features "whatever you say, but if you're ever in need of a volleyball player, im a willing volunteer for the experience" he chortles as you shove him, cheeks slightly flushed as you groan
iwaizumi snorts, as you crawl over to him, hiding your face into his arm. "if it would be any of you it would be iwa" you conclude sighing as you lean against his shoulder, your brows furrowing as he chokes on the hit he was taking, shoulders shaking as he coughs, both makki and matsu howling as they take in his wide eyed expression; matsukawa's laugh a little less vigorous than makki's "the man does have good thighs" the latter agrees making you grin.
"thought you said women were secretive about their horniness?" iwa grins, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and laughter as he teases you, your lips quirking up as you smirk at him "oh yeah, unless they're sluts of course" you tease, makki flicking his just put out cigarette at you, causing you stumble backwards, hands reaching back to meet the concrete but finding nothing but air as you tumble into the pool with a loud splash.
all three boys guffaw as you resurface suddenly, sputtering and coughing on the water as you did. their laughter loud in your ears as you take in a deep breath — the best way to loosen the buzz up? dunk someone in water suddenly, you've just learnt that the hard way that's for sure. "makki, you dick!" you whine, though you couldn't help the grin that split across your features at the three cackling boys, their breath ragged as they tried to calm down "i-i'm- pfft. i'm sorry!" the light haired boy snickers, being unable to look at your drenched figure as you stood there in the pool.
iwaizumi is the first to properly calm down, shaking his head as stands up, arms reaching out for you as he stumbles slightly "watch yourself iwa" matsukawa grins, though there's a spark of mischief in his eyes, it's not until you see him nudge makki nodding his head to iwa in challenge — that you realise what's going on. ducking your head beneath the surface as he gives iwaizumi a strong kick from the back, sending the burly boy tumbling into the water with you, both of you resurfacing as you laugh; though he seemed less than ecstatic.
both makki and matsukawa are howling at this point, gripping onto eachother as they wheeze about how their sides hurt, it's not until iwa starts moving towards the side of the pool that they realise the danger they're in. "shit- gotta go iwa, (y/n). we'll see you cool cats later!" matsukawa calls out to the two of you, laughing as both he and makki disappear back inside, your chuckles interrupted as the boy next to you suddenly sends you a harsh splash, making you sputter once again.
"the hell was that for?" you whine, the boy smiling as you send a weak splash back to him "you have an annoying face" is all he says, grinning maliciously as you guffaw, sending larger splashes his way in outrage, his arms coming up in defence "okay, okay! i s- i surrender!" laughing, he moves towards you, grabbing your arms in an attempt to stop your onslaught of attacks.
"you're a loser" you huff, making him chuckle, "that's original, think of that one just now did you?" he says before shaking out his — albeit less spikey than usual — hair with a grin, your squeal of shock loud as the droplets hit you in the face. though just as your about to do the same, he grabs the sides of your head, grin menacing as he cocks a brow "really want to try that?" you gulp at his stare, huffing as you let out a small "no" in response.
"ah-ah-ah. no iwaizumi-kun, i do not want to piss you off by shaking my wet hair in your face" he sings in a high pitch tone in what you assume to be an attempt to mock your own voice. he gestures for you to copy his words, your brow cocked as you look him in the eye "really?" he merely scoffs at your question, a look of mock sadness gracing his features as he sighs "ah, guess i'll have to dunk you in then. hope you can hold your breath!" you feel yourself pale at his words, your makeup was already ruined enough!
"noooo- iwa, c'mon! it'll ruin my makeup even more!" you whine, his grin merciless as he gestures for you to copy his previous words "use your words (y/n), like i said you have a real annoying face" you shiver slightly at his phrasing, mind drifting to less than pure thoughts.
nevertheless you sigh "no, iwaizumi-kun. i would not like to piss you off, now please let go" he looks pleased with himself, letting go of his hold on your head as he grins, "well that was easy, usually takes a few more threats with oikawa" he laughs, your eyes rolling as the both of you pull yourself up from the pool — your clothes sticking to your skin uncomfortably. "good to know my dignity is even less than his then!" laughing as he rolls his eyes, you smile, both of you making your way out of the pool as your eyes wander inside to try and spot the two escapees from before.
you jump as iwa suddenly places a hand on your shoulder, "c'mon they've probably wandered off to get pissed, lets get some dry clothes from mine, it's closest" he nods his head towards the back gate, tugging on your arm lightly. scoffing, you let him drag you along lazily; humming along to whatever song was playing from inside.
"i can give you something of my mom's, she won't care." you nod at this, left to try and keep up with his quick paced walk.
chugging back some of the vodka that you had grabbed from the poolside with a satisfied sigh "borrow your mom's clothes often then?" he snorts at your joke, shaking his head with a playful glare "the girls i sleep with sometimes need a new shirt or something, mom doesn't care." you let your jaw hang at his statement slightly, an astounded snort escaping you as you grin "jesus, don't tell me you literally rip their clothes off of them!" his ears turn pink, a light scoff falling from his lips as you cackle, his embarrassment proving to you that, that was what he'd been doing.
he speeds up slightly, your legs stumbling at the sudden increase of pace, the slight drunken haze over your mind not helping with your state of stability, though sensing this was some sort of revenge for embarrassing him, you attempt to ease the feeling from him, a teasing chuckle crossing your lips as you grin "woah! i'm not saying it's a bad thing, i mean i'd find it hot if you ripped my clothes off" you receive another scoff in response, though his pace does slow. as the both of you near his house he lets a smug grin cross his features, eyeing you from the side "didn't think i'd be your type (y/n)" you laugh at his mocking tone, sending him a quick wink as he grabs his keys, hand falling from your wrist as he chuckles.
both of you stumble inside, his hands wandering along the wall for the light switch, your disgruntled groan making his eyes turn to you quickly, where you were having to peel your jacket off, the water making the clothes feel heavy and highly uncomfortable "yeah whatever hot shot, just grab me some clothes please, i'm dying to get out of these! feels like a goddamn second skin" you whine, his eyes snapping up from the tight clothes that hugged your body to your face, where your eyes were screwed shut in discomfort.
"yeah c'mon we'll get you out of them, just come see what'll fit and what won't." he gestures for you to follow him, and you smile "i knew you wanted me naked, jeez all you had to do was ask!" there's a teasing kilt to your voice that makes him laugh, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes.
a story in which two second choices choose one another
part two of six, link to previous & next parts here [one] & [three]
originally posted on wattpad [ 4 parts have been posted as of now! ]
THEY WERE OFFICIAL, officially all anyone at school was talking about that is. turns out the other students at school didn't really appreciate the fact that the two most attractive people there, were now no longer available — or they wouldn't be for much longer anyway.
"i cant believe your sister (y/n)! i've liked him since first year, its just not fair" a girl from your class whines, her words making you mentally laugh, try 11 years. instead of saying your thoughts aloud, you try to diffuse the situation slightly "if they make eachother happy i don't see the problem" shrugging as you pick at your lunch, your eyes meet one of the other girls, her own eyes rolling as she lets out a harsh scoff. "of course you'd say that, she's your sister" her dark hair flips over her shoulder as she bats it away in agitation.
truth be told, you didn't know these girls very well — only hanging out with them during class events or the lunches you didn't feel like being with your sister and the team on. "still a valid point though" you hum, the two girls eyeing your lazy form with matching scowls
"well i think it's just a pain! me and oikawa would be a much better fit!" she preens, smiling at whatever fantasy was cooking up in her mind, the other girl nodding along earnestly "and if me and him got back together now, he'd see how wrong he was to break up with me!" you had forgotten she had dated oikawa, and to be honest, he had probably forgotten too.
sighing as you discreetly start to pack up your lunch, the two girls start talking amongst themselves: bitching about your sister and preparing to throw their panties off for oikawa if need be — not like you were one to talk, he made you just as weak in the knees quite frequently — but it was starting to put a real dampen on your mood; you needed to get out of there.
"i'm gonna go see if they have any cold juice boxes down in the canteen, i'll catch you two later" turning on your heel with a small wave, you don't wait for their replies; they were used to your flakeyness anyway.
humming as you make your way down the hall, lunch in hand, you head for the cafeteria — knowing it was the most likely place for the team to be due to the rain; there or the gym. sending the few classmates you pass a lazy smile. you huff tiredly upon finally reaching the canteen doors, the rowdiness from inside already giving you a headache. "here she is, our main girl!" makki's voice calls out once he notices your entrance, the corners of your lips quirking up as you make your way over to him and the others.
seeing as there was no spare seats though, you merely shrug, about to move over to sit on the neighbouring table, matsukawa quickly stopping you with a teasing grin "c'mon baby girl, why don't you sit on daddy's lap?" he jokes, tapping his knee invitingly with a wink. almost choking at his words, you let out a loud cackle, his eyes lighting up at the action, pleased with making you laugh and getting rid of the glum smile you had held before.
raising an eyebrow at him you grin mischievously, taking the offer and settling onto his lap comfortably, laughing as he stammers beneath you in surprise — not actually expecting you to do it. "i told you he had a daddy kink makki, n' did you listen? no." makki howls at your words and your friends shocked expression, slapping his chest as he almost chokes on his lunch, one of the first years helping him out by giving him a light thump on the back.
"you're so vulgar (y/n)! people are eating, you almost made makki choke for god sake!" shiraishi chides, oikawa nodding along in agreement, though he was smiling nonetheless "i'm sure he won't be the only one choking at this rate" matsukawa pipes up, winking over at your sister and oikawa — quickly regaining his cocky attitude, even though his hands were still resting on your hips almost anxiously. "matsu-!" everyone shouts, oikawa and your sister flushing at his words as most of the team members cackled behind their hands.
you laugh at his teasing words, the implication still stinging as you chuckle along with the others, your eyes glancing up to meet with iwaizumi's, his stare confused as you send him a cheeky grin and a wink; his brows raising as his lips quirk upwards slightly. "you're all so rude! keep it pg-13 people!" oikawa shouts, iwaizumi rolling his eyes as he mutters for the brunette to be quiet "ohohoho, who said we weren't talking in a pg-13 sense? he meant choking on their food obviously! how did you take it oikawa?" you send the flushed brunette a teasing grin, laughing as his cheeks light up an even brighter red "you know what he meant!" he whines, the team laughing as he hides his face behind his hands.
matsukawa and makki both send you a quick high five as you all chuckle. your eyes catching onto the way your sister gently pries the team captain's hands away from his face, their eyes meeting as she sends him an amused grin, one he reciprocated with a sheepish one of his own. you felt your knuckles clench at the exchange.
iwaizumi seemed to notice it too, both of you meeting eyes once again as he raises a brow, head gesturing towards the exit — a silent question. placing your lunch down on the table infront of you, you quickly take out the sweets you had packed earlier that morning, gesturing to the food in welcome "you guys want this? i'm not really hungry today, so you can all share it if ya want" smiling as the members all nod their heads eagerly, sending you quick smiles in thanks "i'm gonna go grab a drink from the vending machine though, looks like they've ran out of apple juice here" you smile again, standing up from matsukawa's lap and nodding over to the canteen.
everyone around you nods passively as you brush your skirt off, though matsukawa grabs your hand gently before you started walking off "you want me to come with you?" he asks almost hopefully, but iwa quickly cuts in "no it's alright, i'll go with her, you enjoy your lunch" this earned a few confused and interested expressions — nobody ever really seeing the two of you alone together.
you smile at him as he stands beside you, giving him a quick nudge with your elbow as you both make your way towards the exit. you're pleasantly surprised as his hand reaches down for your own, the two of you weaving through the crowds, this would definitely raise a few questions with the others later on; but honestly you couldn't find it in you to care.
"you look like shit" he says as you make your way through the hall, heading towards the courtyard at a steady pace "you're really charming you know that?" you joke, your words making him grin lightly as you pass by a few of your classmates once more "but yeah, just been having a shitty day, how bout' you?" you ask, earning a tired sigh from him as you continue to walk.
you watch as he runs his free hand through his spiked hair, eyes on the ceiling as he swallows thickly, your vision focused on the way his throat bobs "honestly yeah, me too. just sucks seeing them together i suppose" you hum at this, nodding your head and tearing your gaze away from him as the two of you make it to the courtyard — walking under the sheltered pathway to avoid the rain "i hear ya, i keep saying stuff like 'as long as they're happy' and whatnot, but i'm starting to realise how stupid that is" iwa turns to you in slight confusion, gesturing for you to go on
"i just don't get why their happiness the priority, why do we have to sit back and suffer i guess" you let your words drift off uncertainty, embarrassed with your choice of wording, the dark haired boy at your side hums, sighing as the two of you finally reach the vending machine. you detach your hand from his, digging through your pockets to try and find your money.
letting out a cheer of accomplishment, you pull out the coins with a prideful grin, iwa rolling his eyes at the childish display "i think i know what you mean, but what can we do about it? can't exactly tell them what to do can we?" he scoffs, shoe scuffing against the concrete in agitation
"no, i suppose not, it is technically our own faults" you sigh, eyes roaming the vending machines display in search for a drink that suits your taste, giving a small 'whoop' when you notice how the drink you wanted was the last one there "lucky!" you cheer joyfully, iwaizumi staring at you strangely as you shrug "it's the small things in life" he laughs at this, head leaning back as he stares at the rain clouds outside of the shelters cover.
grabbing the drink from the machine, you smile, linking your arm with his as you usher him to the secluded corner — not planning on going back quite yet. "you look like you've had an extra depressing thought all of a sudden" you note, rubbing his arm soothingly as he chuckles softly. "i was just thinking." he pauses for a moment before continuing "oikawa is always first, he's always the one people see" you let him take a moment, his eyes downcast as you shuffle closer to him for warmth "that stuff never really bothers me, but for once, i wanted someone to be watching me" he lets out a glum sigh, eyes meeting your own as he bares his insecurities to you "i wanted her to see me"
you nod at this, mirroring his sad smile before a thought pops into your mind, an eager grin crossing your features as his cheeks flush in slight embarrassment, assuming you found his insecurities to be funny.
"i'll watch you!" you exclaim, making him glance at you in confusion, brows furrowing as he gives you a bewildered stare "i mean- maybe not the way you want to be watched and i'm not exactly my sister, but i can start wearing your jersey at games and stuff?" you offer, grinning.
he hums at this, understanding what you meant — kind of, you were always a little confusing with the things you said. "i promise i'll just be watching you!" you smile, iwaizumi's cheeks flushing at the implication "i have just now realised how much that sounded like a love confession-" you chuckle bashfully, rubbing the nape of your neck as he snorts
"whatever idiot, but-" he pauses for a moment, a soft look gracing his features as he smiles at you gratefully "thank you, i'll try my best to be just as showy as that dimwit so it won't be too difficult for you"
grinning as he grabs your hand in his own once more, the two of you shake on it, understanding that it was a favour of some sorts, you'd both prove to be a distraction; and really that's all you needed right now.
"told you us being therapy friends was a good idea" you tease, iwa quickly shoving you into the rain as you squeal "i'm not walking with you when you look like a drowned rat — too embarrassing" he snickers as you quickly rush back into the shelter to take cover from the downpour once more
a story in which two second choices choose one another.
part one of six. link to part [two] here
originally posted on wattpad [ 4 parts have been posted as of now! ]
HE WAS GORGEOUS, everyone thought it. tooru oikawa was absolutely stunning; though nobody could acutely pinpoint the reason for his attractiveness. it was common knowledge however, he was practically perfect.
you were attracted to his determination, something that could be seen as a major flaw for tooru oikawa. and yet you saw beauty within the way he held himself — he knew he wasn't born with spectacular skills nor gifts, but he was at least determined enough to to fight for them.
and in the eyes of people who hadn't known him since childhood, tooru oikawa was undoubtedly flawless, perfecting the skills he had and pruning them to be the best they could be — he did this in order to appeal, he wanted to appear pristine, his talent natural; however, this did result in him becoming somewhat of a people pleaser.
and of course, aside from his spectacular social skills and his wondrous abilities on the court. the boy wasn't far from being perfect when it came to his physical attributes either. he was charming and seemingly flawless when it came to his attractiveness — many even deemed him to be the most attractive guy in the school! you didn't disagree in the slightest.
you — along with your twin sister shiraishi — had lived on the same street as tooru oikawa and his best friend iwaizumi hajime, since childhood; you'd been in love with him since you were six years old.
most people would just tell you to get over him at this point, to be in love with someone for over ten years and never once having there be a hint of romance between the two of you? it wasn't exactly practical.. but you couldn't help but fall more and more in love with the boy as the years went on. your feelings, despite lingering throughout the years, remained secret to those around you
though that was mainly due to the belief of him being far out of your league, along with the fact that he only saw you as a sister. so instead of confessing, you remained secretly pining for his affections, too ashamed to face his rejection than to try your luck. god you wished you were more his type..
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"LETS TAKE A BREAK BEFORE THE SECOND SET!" the loud voice of the team coach hollers, the boys all crowding round as you and your sister hand off their water bottles, the team members voicing their gratitude breathlessly.
grinning as you slink over towards your two sweaty best friends, "you two look hot" hanamaki and matsukawa both snicker at your words, taking the cold water bottles from your hands eagerly. "don't we always?" matsukawa teases, sending you a quick wink before gulping down his water, makki humming in agreement — too busy drinking to give a proper response.
you laugh at them, swatting matsukawa's shoulder lightly before turning away to grab some more bottles, your eyes catching onto oikawa who was currently bouncing on his toes — obviously trying to stay in the zone.
you're about to walk over to him before you notice your sister doing the same, though she doesn't disrupt him, merely placing the bottle of water on the floor beside him, oikawa noticing the gesture and smiling graciously; god he was pretty when he smiled.
seeing how all the members now had water bottles you move back over to the bench, falling onto it gracelessly with a tired yawn, the coach snapping you out of your oikawa focused trance "when are you going to apply to become a proper manager (y/n)?" he asks, chuckling as you give a half assed shrug "i dunno coach, i'm good with how things are now! plus there's a lot less responsibility" you tease, sending him a mischievous grin as he shakes his head humorously.
"you know we can't keep marking you down as a manager if you're not actually going to become one." he chastises, though he wasn't being very stern about it, merely letting you know that you won't always be able to tag along with them if you don't properly fill the role as co-manager. "yeah yeah, i know." you wave him off with a laugh, almost falling off the bench from fright when your sister suddenly appears in-front of you.
you stare up at her in bewilderment, a hand on your heart as she glares down at you jokingly, her hands on her hips as she waves a finger at you "i hope you're not giving the coach any trouble (y/n)! it's nice enough of him to let you tag along so much!" she mock scowls, earning a snicker from you as the coach chuckles along with you, patting your sister on the shoulder in reassurance "don't you worry shiraishi, she keeps me young." he jokes, to which you stick out your tongue teasingly — your sister hitting you on the shoulder lightly in response.
"still, she should remember her manners" you raise your hands in surrender at her scolding, sending the coach a quick bow in thanks for his generosity, the man waving you off with a laugh as he turns towards the team.
you tune his words of advice out, instead turning your attention back onto oikawa, watching as he breathes in deeply, still bouncing on his toes as he shakes his hands out, he was trying hard to stay concentrated — though it was only a small practice match; how odd.
you were quick to realise why he was so dedicated to this match though, right after the coaches speech was over and the players began moving back to the court, oikawa stopped, turning to point directly towards your sister with a cocky grin — one you could only dream was directed towards you — your sister raising a brow at his sudden confidence.
"shira! if we win this next set, go on a date with me, alright?" the gym goes quiet at his announcement, a few hollers and 'ooh's' from the other players filling the silence as your sister tries to repress a smile "you better win then tooru" she teases, the boy of your dreams sending her a wink as his teammates cheer at him "that was so cheesy!" makki jeers, oikawa whining as he makes his way back onto the court, iwa huffing as the brunette goes to him for protection, your sister laughing as he shoves him away.
you sat there watching as the match went on in a daze — for once praying that they wouldn't win. but of course, when oikawa really sets his mind to it, he usually gets whatever the hell he wants, you would know; it's one of the reasons you grew so attracted to him after all..
you try to tear your gaze away from the cheering team, their grins wide as they congratulate the other team on a good game; none of their grins quite as wide as oikawa's.
it wasn't until matsukawa snapped you out of your trance that you realise the other team had left and that the coach had finished with his congratulatory speech, the members going off to clean up the gym "jesus you look more dead than my goddamn grandma, n that's saying something" he snickers, waving a hand infront of your face as you blink your eyes back into focus, your eyebrows furrowing at the boys words.
"your grandma's alive though? we saw her last week at the market" you say in confusion, matsukawa chortling, shaking his head as he gives you a look of utter bewilderment "are you sure you're okay? you're always going on about how you're certain it's her last few days everytime we see the damn woman!" you shake your head again, rubbing your temples with a sheepish grin, an amused chuckle falling past your lips as he stares down at you "jesus, sorry, m' just tired" you laugh, your dark haired friend giving you a quick once over in concern as you try to wave him off
"i'm fine matsu, don't worry about me! i'm just worn out is all" you hum, matsukawa helping you up as hanamaki approaches the two of you with an amused grin "strange thing to say for someone who spends most of their time on their arse!" cackling as he slaps your back lightly, you glare at the light haired boy, sticking your tongue out lazily — too preoccupied with your thoughts to give a proper response.
matsukawa notices this, giving you another worried glance as he steadies you once again, hanamaki also noticing your worn out expression and quickly mirroring matsukawa's worried stare. "she good?" he asks, matsukawa shrugging as you scoff "i am literally right here dimwits, n' no i haven't suddenly turned deaf incase you were wondering" you laugh quietly, shoving the two boys away from you as you move to tidy up the bench and all the discarded bottles, the task a welcome distraction.
yet you find your eyes wandering over to where your sister and oikawa were stood laughing together, their hands intertwined as they spoke.
you wish you were as perfect as she was.
drowning out hanamaki's and matsukawa's voices from behind you, you carry on picking up the empty water bottles, eyes trained on their laughing figures as you move round, not noticing iwazumi's distracted figure that was beginning to approach you — his eyes also focused onto the perfect looking couple in the corner of the gym, both of you stumbling back as you knock into one another.
you let out a groan as you fall onto your ass, iwaizumi quickly snapping out of his state of confusion and helping you up with a gruff "sorry" you ignore the gesture, sending him a half assed smile as you murmur words of assurance "it's cool, my bad anyway" humming as you stare off at the couple — you don't notice iwaizumi copying your actions, the both of you standing there for a second as the two of you watch on in envy.
"you good (y/n)? iwa?" both of you stumble away from eachother, not noticing the short distance between the both of you as hanamaki snaps the both of you out of your dazes "quite a fall you took there (y/n), you good?" matsukawa pipes up, the first years watching on in mild interest as you bow in apology "sorry! i'm good, just tired. you know me, another late night cramming in my work" laughing tiredly as you grin up at your two concerned friends, you briefly notice iwaizumi stalk off elsewhere.
the two of you had never really had any proper interactions with one another, always having oikawa or your sister there by your sides to snatch your attentions away, it was strange really, knowing him since childhood and yet barely speaking any words other than brief greetings and such; you didn't dwell on it for too long.
"if you say so, well we're gonna get going, i'll take those out to the trash on my way out, you get some good rest tonight okay?" matsukawa smiles, you sigh gratefully, squeezing his hand as you pass off the small rubbish bag "you're the best, thank you!" you grin, turning your attention back onto your twin and crush of ten+ years, hanamaki watching as the brunette flushes at your praise, snickering as he stumbles out a response of some sort, the jumble of words falling on deaf ears.
deciding that the exchange was going nowhere else, hanamaki finally decides to pull the flushed brunette from your grasp, giving you a quick bump with his elbow as he shouts out his goodbye to the gym, the few remaining members who were packing up their stuff giving the two third years their own farewells.
you smile at the two, waving as they leave through the doors, making your way over towards the lockers to grab your own belongings, wishing the last few members safe journeys home as they left.
now it was just you, your sister and oikawa..
"(y/n)! hey! me and oikawa are going to head into town for a bit, so i hope it's okay if you walk back yourself tonight?" shiraishi asks, grinning excitably as you take in a breath of air — who were you to ruin this for them? if your sister made oikawa happy and he the same for her, then you had no right to get in the way of that.
"of course, i'll see you at home, have fun you two! do everything i wouldn't!" grinning teasingly, you laugh as your sister shoves your shoulder lightly, oikawa chuckling at your words as the three of you make your way out of the gym, oikawa locking the gym doors behind him as you chatter with your sister half-heartedly "i'm gonna wait around a bit okay? i'll catch ya later" you shrug, pointing to a pack of cigarettes you had in your pocket as your sister tuts in disappointment
"just make sure you avoid the cameras, and that coach isn't around still!" she warns, making you groan, merely shooing her away as oikawa links his arm with her own, the both of them waving to you before they walk off, your eyes trailing after them till they disappeared out of sight.
making your way up to the outdoor banister you sigh, shuffling through your bag in hopes to find your lighter, almost jumping out of your skin when you hear a light sniffle ahead of you. peeping your head round, you catch sight of iwazumi's slouched form, your brows creasing in concern as you catch onto his shaking shoulders — you may not have spoken to the guy much, but you've been with him most of your life and never once have you seen him cry.
awkwardly shuffling round the corner, you slightly crawl over to him, the drag of your bag on the metal flooring catching his attention immediately, his head whipping round to you in shock, quickly trying to wipe his tears away in what seemed to be shame.
reaching up to him you grab onto his sleeve, stopping him from wiping away the tears that were running down his cheeks "it's okay, i didn't mean to disturb ya, so don't start bottling stuff up just cuz i'm here" you murmur, his dark eyes locked onto you as you take a seat beside him, head lolling back to lean against the banisters outer door.
iwaizumi is silent, his sniffles decreasing as he stares at you in slight bewilderment, you didn't blame him really, but now it was just gonna be a bit awkward — you didn't really think this one through..
you resort to lighting up a blunt you had made earlier in the day, taking a long drag before offering some to the male beside you "you want a hit?" grinning as he blinks at you, his mouth quirking up in slight amusement, taking the blunt from your hand and taking a few drags himself "thanks.." he murmurs, handing it back to you as you take another hit "what're you doing up here anyway?" he asks, your eyes falling onto him from where you sat.
"same as you i suppose, i came up here to cry." puffing out the smoke in little rings you sigh, the smoke rings dissipating in the air "that and obviously, no cameras" you chuckle, gesturing to the blunt as you pass it back to him, his understanding hum being your only response as he copies your previous actions, large smoke rings floating in the air before drifting with the wind.
you wave your hand infront of you to try and kill them out some more, turning to look at the boy beside you "didn't expect you to be a stoner by the way" you hum, iwaizumi chuckling at your words, shaking his head as he coughs lightly "i'm not really, ive just done it to destress with makki and matsu a few times" he explains, making you let out a small 'ahh' in understanding.
"why'd you need to cry?" he suddenly pipes up, the both of you staring up at the sky as you take a long drag, puffing it out lazily "could ask you the same" you merely shrug, iwa snorting at your reply; his head leaning against the wall tiredly.
shaking his head with a humourless laugh he goes on "the girl i'm in love with likes somebody else" sighing as his head lulls towards you, he elbows you slightly, obviously hinting for you to tell him your reasoning too. "guess we're in the same boat huh?" you chuckle, raising your brows in amusement, taking another drag before going on "i love oikawa.." you didn't need to continue for him to understand.
he stares at you for a moment, shaking his head when you offer him the last of the blunt "didn't expect him to be your type" is all he says, making you snort "me neither, but hey, least you're fine! my sisters everyone's type" you tease, making the boy turn to you suddenly in surprise "i never said it was her" he points out, causing you to shake your head with a laugh, putting out the blunt as you smile "you didn't have to, it's kind of obvious from the way you were acting earlier. not like i'm one to talk" you mutter, iwa nodding his head as you both fall back into a comfortable silence.
he watches as you dig through your bag once again, looking for some gum. "matsukawa likes you y'know?" he suddenly says, making you turn to him in slight bewilderment, shaking your head in denial "no way! me and him are just friends" you wave him off snickering, iwa eyeing you up from where he sat "does he know that?"
you stiffen at the question, never really thinking much into the way matsukawa acted around you. you, him and makki had been friends since first year! but there were signs, obvious ones at that — ones you had deliberately tried to avoid; you didn't want to hurt your friend..
you shrug as you relax against the wall once again, popping some gum into your palm and offering him some as well, the dark haired boy accepting gratefully. "does it matter? i cant like him like that, would be cool if i could though, stoner sex rocks" you joke, iwa snorting at your words, not doubting you as you snicker along with him.
"how long have you loved him?" he questions, eyes watching you as you smile sadly "around 11 years.." sighing as you lull your head back towards him, smiling as his eyes soften in what seems like pity "he's an idiot" you laugh at this, agreeing with his words half heartedly "yeah, i think that's kind of the appeal for me honestly"
iwa snorts, nodding his head in some sort of understanding "to each their own i guess" he jokes sadly, eyes moving back up to the stars as you ask him the same, he merely shrugs, brows furrowing as he thinks "not as long as you started loving that dumbass, i think i started liking her in our second year at kitagawa first." you hum at this, thinking back to the middle school the four of you had all attended together; things were simpler then.
"jesus christ, what a tragic love square the both of us have forced our way into huh?" you joke, iwa snorting humourlessly at your words, eyes closing as he puts his head between his knees for a moment. "we're just some background characters aren't we? here to spice up the lives of the love interests" you go on, the male lifting his head up as he stares straight ahead
"we're second best.." he says, your eyes closing as you hum in glum agreement "damn this sucks" he mutters, hand coming up to cover his eyes in agitation, though you move it away from his face, instead intertwining it with your own, iwaizumi surprisingly not shying away from the affectionate hold.
"hey, why don't we become therapy friends of some sort?" you offer, grinning in excitement, iwaizumi staring at you with furrowed brows, his small mutter of 'huh?' making you laugh "like we'll talk to one another when we're sad? you're a chill guy, i don't know why we haven't talked much in the past" you reason, iwa humming as he takes in your words — not being used to having someone act as an emotional support net of sorts, he agrees. "fine, but i'm not going to help you out when you're crying over those fictional shows i always hear you talking about" he mutters
scoffing as you hit his chest slightly, you chuckle "they are more than just shows i'll have you know, they're art." he snorts at your words, rolling his eyes jokingly as his thumb moves along your knuckles softly, your hands still intertwined. "whatever, but we should get going. your parents'll probably be wondering where you are" he reasons, to which you scoff, letting out a small 'oomph' as he helps heave you up "i doubt it, but the sentiment is nice. thanks for that" grinning as he shoves you away slightly, quickly grabbing your bag as he starts making his way down the steps. "oi wait up would ya? your amazingly sculpted legs are much quicker than mine!" you call out, iwa groaning as he stops at the bottom of the steps
"i think i'm already starting to realise why we've never really interacted" he jokes, rolling his eyes as you let out an over exaggerated gasp "so rude, i thought we were meant to be therapy friends!" you whine, making him chuckle "just cmon, let's get going"
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