Hajime never thought he was the loverboy type.
Heās strict, love his routine, keeps to himself.
Now heās wrapped so tightly around your finger itās almost embarrassing. So far gone he genuinely thinks heād do anything you asked of him as long as you batted your pretty little lashes at him.
He finds himself crawling into bed a little later these days, after you beg him to stay up with you. All you have to do is give him a little pout and a soft, āPlease Haji?ā and heās already deciding maybe 8 is too early anyways.
His food options even branch out, strays away from boring meal preps because the way you politely smiled through his plain chicken and rice once stuck with him. He went shopping that same night.
Now you two cook dinner together after work, bright smiles and laughter filling his once silent kitchen.
He smiles more, over the stupidest little things. Everything somehow leads back to you. A passing scent, a shop window, a fleeting thought, and there you are again, smiling so brightly in his memory he canāt help but smile himself.
Toru teases him about it one night over facetime, a smug grin plastered on his face. āWho wouldāve thought youād be such a loverboy,ā he snickers. āWelcome to the club, Iwa-chan.ā
The word stands out to him. Rings in his head for days.
Hajime never saw himself that way. Never really cared to.
He finds himself softening piece by piece, bending his routines, reshaping his days, to create a life that has you in every piece of it.
Maybe he is a loverboy after allā¦ just for you.
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A/N: loverboy Iwa is so canon to me, that manās got his hands on you every chance he has but heās so subtle and cool about it.
I gotta write more for Haikyuu I miss it so bad !!!!
