Summary: you fell in love with him at the wrong time, slight enemies to lovers trope
Warnings: angst (disappointed but not surprised)
Word count: 1909
a/n: this was one of the first short fanfics I posted and many of you seemed to like it so this is an edited (and in my opinion better) version of it
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You first thought he was an asshole. Always wanting to be the center of attention, being the teacher’s pet but talking shit about them as soon as they turned around to continue with the lesson. He was the typical perfect boy who everyone loved, so sweet, so polite, so talented. Or so they thought.
You changed school during your third year of high school and started going to the same one as your childhood friend, Aoba Jōsai High. Kyōtani (aka mad dog) wanted to join the volleyball team but didn’t want to go alone ‘cause he knew he’d screw it up and go back to training by himself. So, you offered yourself to go with him and apply for the manager position. Boy was that the worst choice you’d ever made. Not only did you have to spend lots of time (worth of studying) in that stupid gym but you also had to deal with their self centered captain. The first thing he said to you was “hey cutie where’s my hug at” (a/n: I’m so sorry but he would) you wanted so badly to punch him in the face, but you knew better so you just rolled your eyes and ignored him.
He kept flirting with you every now and then but he grew tired of your indifference pretty quick and started behaving like the spoiled child he was. He’d argue with you during practice over some stupid shit or blame you for having given him really cold water to drink during the last match on purpose just to make his throat sore and sabotage his performance. You were petty and didn’t let him off with this behavior so easily, you’d point out every wrong answer he gave during class just to piss him off or boo him every time he’d miss a serve.
The team seemed to find your relationship with Tooru entertaining. They’d make bets without the two of you knowing, wondering who’d win the next argument or how long it would tak their captain in the face.
After a few months as the team manager you grew closer to the boys and started to listen to their personal problems, giving them the best advice you could think of in order to help them out. They became your friends. Even Oikawa came to you every once in a while to ask for your opinion on some ugly outfit he was thinking of wearing to some party, only to then clarify that he was asking you so he’d do the opposite of what you’d said.
Eventually the bickering ceased and you two started to get along, greeting each other when you crossed in the hallways and making small talk when you were the only ones left in the gym. That last one happened very often. Oikawa was known not only for his good looks and popularity but also for his hard work and volleyball skills. You’d seen him staying at the gym practicing until god knows what hours of the night, Iwaizumi always being the one trying to get him to stop but failing.
One night it was just the three of you, you were about to leave when the two boys started screaming at each other. You’d seen this exact same scene before, Iwa begging him to stop and Tooru yelling at him for not being a good friend and support him. But this time it was different, Iwa was tired of this and didn’t know how to help his stubborn best friend so he exploded.
“ You are a stupid, selfish asshole ” were the words that left the boy’s mouth “ You’re so blinded by your goals that you don’t realize how bad the people who love you are suffering. All because of you and your stupid need for perfection. And I’m tired of this shit”
After that he left the gym and headed home, leaving you alone with Oikawa. The boy seemed to ignore your presence as well as his friend’s words and continued with his practice. He served over and over again, running out of breath with every hit. You didn’t really understand what the big deal was, why he would overwork himself or why Iwa was so mad at him.
“Hey, shittykawa ” you called, expecting him to ignore you. He turned around, volley ball in hand and nodded his head at you.
“What? You gonna yell at me too?”
“No, actually I just wanted to ask you what is going on. I’m still new to this whole manager thing but I’m pretty sure part of my work is to make sure you guys’ heads are working all right, and yours seems to be a bit fucked up ” it wasn’t until the words left your mouth that you realized what you had said. You looked up at him and waited for the argument to start. Again, you were surprised.
“I know, I can act like an idiot when I’m hating myself” his answer was meant to be sarcastic but his face said otherwise.
That day something changed between you two. You sat in the middle of the court and Oikawa opened up to you. He told you about his dreams and goals and how close he had gotten to achieving them, only to have them snatched away because of some mistake he had made. Kyōtani had told you about the match against this Karasuno team and how the lost had affected them, but you felt there was something he wasn’t telling you. Now you understood. Oikawa blamed himself for it. And that wasn’t all, he also talked about the amount of stress and pressure he had put himself under and how tired he was of giving it all only to be beaten by more talented people. You watched him cry and throw balls at the wall, screaming about some first year student who was a better setter than him even though he had worked ten times harder. He was mad, furious but also exhausted. You didn’t really know what to say so all you did was listen to him. Once he had calmed down he apologized for his behavior and walked you home.
That night you couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t expected to see that side of him, you hadn’t even considered that maybe that annoying egotistical self was just his shield, a mask. Ever since that night you started being nicer to him, asking him how his day was going, if he had drank enough water, etc. You were becoming friends.
It wasn’t long until Oikawa’s fans started rumors about the two of you being a couple, the team would make fun of him but he’d just brush it off and deny it. He was Oikawa Tooru, the great king, he couldn’t date someone like you. That’s the lies he’d tell himself but the truth was that he had found a good friend in you and was scared to loose that.
Late night talks in the gym became a regular, he’d always walk you home after practice (along with mad dog ‘cause he was your neighbor) and every now and then you’d have lunch with him. At first it felt nice, you liked being friends with Tooru and being able to help him out with his problems, letting down his walls and showing you his true self. It was close to the end of school that you started to feel weird around him. Suddenly the gym seemed a bit smaller than it used to be, the air felt a little dense too specially after watching Oikawa train intensely, sweat running down his neck. It’d get harder to swallow and talking to him without going blank was a challenge, something was wrong with you but you couldn’t tell what.
You didn’t tell mad dog about it, knowing he wouldn’t really have an answer to give you, so you kept it to yourself and waited for it to go away. It didn’t. You started to think about him on a regular basis, wondering what it’d feel like to hold his hand in yours or to cup his face and give him a soft pe- wait what, oh shit. Could it be? Could you be in love with Tooru?
One night, while he was walking you home after practice you decided to put your feelings to the test. Without really thinking much about it you got your hand out of your pocket and grabbed his hand. It felt cold, harsh, it wasn’t soft at all like you had imagined but you still liked holding it.
“ What are you doing?” you looked up at him with a boring expression on your face, his cheeks were... red?
“ I’m holding your hand” god you were stupid.
“Yeah, I can see that. Why?”
“ I don’t know it just... looked cold, I’ve heard you have cold hands and so I thought I’d help you out” it sounded like a better excuse in your head.
“ Oh, eh okay, thanks I guess?” He gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand, holding it tight until you reached your home.
After that incident you decided you were definitely in love with him. That same night Oikawa realized his feelings towards you were purely platonic, he loved having a friend outside of the volleyball team who could see him for who he really was and would not be afraid to judge him, you cared about him and weren’t afraid to show it. He remembered the words you’d said to him that night at the gym after his fight with Iwa.
“You’re lucky to have someone who cares so much about you, I can really tell he loves you. I know you probably can’t see it right now, but all those things he said he only did cause he’s worried you’re gonna get yourself hurt. He loves you”
He loves you.
The graduation day came and you all cried, laughed and hugged each other. You had planned to confess your feelings to Tooru once the ceremony was over, but before you could get a change it all went to shit. It’s like it all happened in slow motion, him grabbing your hands and pulling you into his arms, making you feel so warm inside.
“ Thank you for giving me a second chance, you’re such a good friend” Ouch. “ I need your advice once more, please?” He looked at you with his puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no. He took you away from the crowd of students and guided you through the halls, finally sitting on the steps of the stairs.
“Okay, so, what is it?” A part of you hoped this was a love confession, the other part knew that it wasn’t.
“ I’ve been thinking about what you said to me that night at the gym” he started “ The night I had a fight with Iwaizumi” his checks were turning red, he was playing with the rings on his fingers, and suddenly you understood. This was a love confession, except he wasn’t confessing to you.
“ You love him” Tooru looked up at you and smiled, you’d never seen him smile so bright.
“ I think I do, but I’m scared. He’s my best friend you know, there’s a lot at risk. I couldn’t bare to loose his friendship over some crush.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “But I’m sure this isn’t it, it’s not just a crush” Ou-“ I love him” -ch.e you to punch
Summary: this is how your relationship with the hq boys ends
Warnings: angst
Word count: 2251
(OLD)a/n: okay so I was listening to my sad music playlist and started fantasizing about how and why the haikyuu boys would end their relationships with their s/o soooo yeah expect some angst. Also I wrote short versions of these situations and I’m planning on posting the complete one shots/headcanons whatever you wanna call it later on :)
a/n: hi so I moved to this blog 'cause since the other one wasn't my main it was kinda uncomfy, I'll be reposting all my old fics and new ones will be coming soon too!
Oikawa:
I feel like Oikawa would be the type of lover that says hurtful things when he’s mad or when you guys are fighting. Most of the time it’s because of him not taking care of himself and pushing his body to dangerous limits, being too busy with practice and not giving you enough attention. The real problem is that he stops apologizing for the mean comments after each fight and you start to grow tired of it, feeling like you’re losing him. You probably breakup after a huge fight where he really crosses the line and says something like “I don’t need you to take care of me, I can do that myself. This is my dream and I’m willing to sacrifice everything for it, even you” aaaaand you’re done with his shit. The moment you tell him it’s over he starts begging you not to leave him and to give him a second chance, promising he’ll change, but you’ve already made up your mind. He misses you like crazy and cries himself to sleep every night, he feels so lonely and hates the person he’s become, but he’s still too proud to go up to you and properly apologize. So, when he sees you with someone else all he does is greet you with a fake smile and tell you he’s happy for you, which he truly is but deep down he’s waiting for your new lover to fuck it up and get his second chance with you.
Kageyama:
Dating Tobio would be hard, he seems like a boring guy I’m sorry so it’d be hard to tell if he’s still in love with you or not. Some people believe his love language is touch but I don’t think it is, I don’t see him as a physical affection type of guy. I feel like he just loves you and that’s it, he knows he does but he forgets to tell you/show it. He probably doesn’t like cliche or romantic gestures, it’s hard to get him to talk about something else other than volleyball so you’d grow tired of giving and not receiving. You break up with him because you can’t take his lack of interest/demonstration anymore and this boy doesn’t even get it, he’s done nothing wrong? It takes him a while to realize he should’ve at least paid attention to you and showed you he loved you every now and then, but he’s too late. He feels like shit, how could he hurt you like that? Once he’s got his shit together he apologizes to you and when he finds out you’re dating someone else instead of trying to win you back he accepts he just isn’t what you want.
Kenma:
Loving Kenma is like getting a drink without knowing what it is until you taste it, sometimes it could be sweet cocoa, others it could be simple tea, but sometimes it is burning hot coffee with no sugar. Getting his attention isn’t that hard unless he’s really invested in a video game, you could call him at 3:40 am and he’d answer after the first ring. He’s a pretty good boyfriend, always trying to make you feel loved, but like I said his love can be bitter too. Even though he treats you right and knows you love him back, he’s still pretty insecure about himself and gets jealous easily. He doesn’t even try to hide it, glaring and almost barking at every person who gets remotely close to you in a “friendly” way. Of course you confront him about it and reassure him that you’d never do something like that, he believes you until a new person tries flirting with you and the whole circle starts again. The relationship ends because of a misunderstanding at a party, the situation getting worse with Kenma’s lack of trust and it all ends up in a nasty fight. Sorry :)
Kuroo:
You and Kuroo are not official, but people know you are seeing each other and hanging out almost everyday. He’s not a fuckboy even though he acts like one, this boy is just terrified of heartbreak so when he realizes he’s falling for you he ends things. It’s not a proper breakup ‘cause at the end of the day you weren’t really dating, he just gradually distances himself from you, taking longer to answer your texts, canceling plans at last minute, until it’s over. Not long after things end with Kuroo you start seeing other people, enjoying your social life and finding someone who’s not scared of love. The only problem is that he looks a little bit like your “ex”, tall, muscular, dark hair, but this guy is sweet and caring and he actually wants to be with you. You aren’t mad at Kuroo for not being ready to be in a relationship, although it does hurt like hell to watch him lie to himself and pretend to be someone he’s not. People soon start talking, rumors spread like the plague, and even Kuroo makes a few comments about how you’re “trying to fulfill your fantasy by pretending this guy you’re dating is actually him”. It makes him mad and you can tell, it’s the way he stares when the two of you walk into a room and the eye roll what gives it away, he flirts with you trying to get a reaction out of your “replacement” as he’d call him, maybe start a fight is a good idea too. But you know he’s hurting, deep inside he’s dying to be the one you’re hugging and kissing, like it used to be before he had fucked up. He knows you know it, he knows you see it too.
Sugawara:
Oh boy this one’s gonna hurt. Listen, Suga is a sweetheart so he’d never hurt you. You are childhood friends and start dating during high school. There’s nothing wrong with your relationship, no toxicity, just pure fluff everything is perfect, until you finish high school and move to a different city. That’s when it all ends, since you are such good friends and have a healthy relationship you end up on good terms and keep being friends. At first it’s hard ‘cause come on you both probably think you’re soulmates, but once you guys start college and meet new people you start to forget about each other and drift apart. Sometimes you wonder what would’ve happened if you would’ve kept dating, would you have been able to make it work? Long distance and all? Those are the thoughts that frequent yours and Suga’s mind, but none of you say them out loud. For him it’s a bit harder to move on ‘cause he’s the one staying in town, he has to visit the same places you’ve gone to together, everywhere he looks there’s a piece of you. And when you’re back in town for the holidays or just visiting your family it gets worse. It feels like watching a movie made out of his most precious memories, except they are a bit different, older, taller... taken. He swears he’s okay, he’s still your friend and he’s gonna support you no matter what, he’s gonna love you no matter how hard his heart breaks.
Tsukishima:
Now, this one, this boy is toxic. I’ve said it, he’s not ready to be in a relationship ‘cause he hates commitment and just dating in general, but he also doesn’t wanna be alone. You meet him at a party or at a bar and end up going home with him, that’s how it all starts. You’re just fuck buddies, no feelings involved and it’s actually pretty nice ‘cause you don’t want anything serious either. It doesn’t end there though, this needs some drama. At first it’s all fun and games until blondie starts acting up, asking who you’ve been hanging out with as if it’d hurt him to find out you’re seeing someone else, only to then tell you he doesn’t care ‘cause he’s hooking up with other people as well. He finds himself needing you next to him constantly and convinces himself he’s just horny, he only wants your body. But he wants to hold your hands, he wants to play with your hair... he wants you to be his and his only, he’s growing tired of playing games but he doesn’t want to date you either. Once he accepts he has feelings for you he tries to make you fall in love with him, he succeeds, but you’re both too proud to say it out loud. You dance around each other for months until he finally asks you out, you say no. Oh shit was this boy mad at you, he plays it cool saying he was just joking around but leaves without even giving you a kiss. Expect to receive extra salt after that incident. He starts causing scenes whenever you go out and bump into each other at parties or clubs, getting into fights with other guys that are trying to flirt with you. You have to calm him down and have a talk with him, making it clear he isn’t your boyfriend and that you don’t want to see him anymore. It hurts you ‘cause you’re in love with him, but you just can’t be with someone who’s scared of commitment, not when you still have to learn to love yourself, it’s too risky. You try to stay friends with him but we all know Tsuki is petty af, he only calls you when he’s drunk just to blame you for his suffering, saying stuff like “ I really miss you and I hope you feel like shit”. You don’t think much of it, you know how he is and despite it all you still wish him the best.
Atsumu:
Atsumu is a sweetie, he falls head over heels for you and makes you feel SO loved your heart can’t even take it. He goes too fast though, being so excited when you first start dating that he rushes through the most important parts, the little details. However, you fall for him at a different pace, it takes you a while to get where he is and when you finally reach him he’s already turning around and running towards the finish line. Out of nowhere he tells you he isn’t in love with you anymore and that maybe it’d be better if you two broke up and started seeing other people. You don’t understand where this is all coming from, feeling hurt and betrayed you yell at him, assuring him he’s gonna regret it later. And he does. It doesn’t take him long to realize he should’ve waited a while before ending things with you, after all every couple has their ups and downs and it’s pretty normal to fall out of love for a period of time during the relationship. But he always craved more, he always wanted what he didn’t have and at that moment he wanted freedom, thinking he would be able to get that with someone else. You were right after all, there is no one like you and he’s missing you like crazy.
Yamaguchi:
I'm so sorry for doing this to Yams, I love him, he's so PURE. But he’s very insecure about himself, he needs constant reassurance and loves to be praised, so naturally your relationship isn’t the most ideal. At first you think that you can help him love himself by showing him how incredible he was to you and listing every single thing you loved about him, from his freckles to the way he scrunches up his nose when he’s about to cry. Eventually you realize that you’re not really helping, you’re not making it worse either but this boy believes he’s nothing without you and sees you as their savior. You try to explain to him that in order to truly open up to someone and give your love to them you have to accept yourself the way you are or at least try to, without depending on others to be emotionally stable, otherwise he’s only gonna end up hurt. That’s your biggest fear, what if you fall out of love? What if you’re the one who breaks his heart? If they’re true all those things he says about not being able to go on without you, it’s too big a responsibility for only one person to carry. You know you have to break up with him for his own good, but you can’t do it alone so you ask his friends for some help. One day at the end of practice Tsuki, Suga and Enoshita separate him from the rest of the team and take him outside where you’re waiting for them. The four of you explain to him what is going on, you tell him why you want to break up and the boys agree with your posture, telling Yams they’re gonna be there with him through it all and support him no matter what. He breaks down immediately and you hold him tight, head pressed against your chest and fingers tangled in his hair. You cry too, but at the end of the day he understands it’s for his own good and promises to try his best, for you. He’d never admit it but he blames you a little bit for making him believe he was all those pretty things you told him, now any type of compliment leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
Hi so I know I don’t have many followers but just wanted to let you know that I’ll be moving to @angstyoikawa so yeah you’ll be able to find all my fics there :)
I just can’t stop thinking about young adult! Yamaguchi who’s your boss’s new secretary, you become friends with him and notice piercing marks?scars?idk on his ears and corner lip. When you ask him why he isn’t wearing them he says it’s ‘cause he fears it would look unprofessional so you go on daydreaming out loud about how pretty he’d look with a lip piercing and helix. He blushes! Obviously, sweet shy yams is over the moon with your compliments so the next time you see him at work he’s wearing a black lobe piercing on each ear. You wonder if it’s because of what you’d said but decide against it and just compliment him and tell him how good he looks. A week later he’s wearing his helix piercing, the next one some rings are being incorporated into his outfit too and you can not stop showering him in compliments and he’s loving it, blushing furiously and feeling more confident every time you open your mouth. What does it for you is when he finally gathers the guts to put his lip ring on. You can’t stop staring at his mouth for a whole week and this time it’s you who’s got a burning face. Every time he comes into your office to talk about schedules and meetings all you can do is nod and try to play it cool until he leaves, praying and hoping he doesn’t catch on your shaky hands and quivering lip. But oh he does, he may be shy but not stupid and he’s feeling so powerful and flustered at the same time, not knowing if he should do something about it or keep it to himself, savoring every nervous chuckle and stuttered words he can get out of you.
It was unusual enough for you to have woken up to an empty bed, but the position of the sunbeams shining directly on your face tells you that you were granted the rare opportunity to sleep in.
The warmth of the rumpled and empty bedsheets beside you indicate that Atsumu wasn’t too far ahead, and you lazily climb out of your comforter.
Your slippers hardly made any noise as you dragged your feet down the hardwood staircase, but the yawn that crawled from out of your throat had echoed throughout the hallways.
The first thing you noticed when you stepped foot into the kitchen were the two mugs that sat forgotten beside the coffee maker. Specks of ground coffee littered your kitchen counter, and you would have been upset if not for the nutty aroma of your favorite morning blend permeating in the air.
The second thing you noticed was Atsumu staring out the glass sliding door that led into the backyard. His back was facing you, but you could see his shoulders shaking in time with the coffee bubbling into the pitcher.
“Atsumu…?” You slowly approached your husband, but he paid you no mind. His attention was focused solely on the scene playing in your backyard, and it was only when you step beside your husband did you finally understand.
A soft glowing warmth bloomed within your heart as you watched your son playing in the grass, his father’s blue and yellow volleyball bouncing up and down his forearms. The ball was nearly half his size, but he took to it easily, and from the corner of your eye, Atsumu’s lips quiver. You laugh quietly when the ball hits his arms at an odd angle, effectively flying to the other side of the yard.
You turn and rub your hand in circles around Atsumu’s back, smiling softly at the silent tears that were freely spilling down his cheeks.
“There, there,” you say quietly, and Atsumu brings a hand up to cover his mouth.
You smile up at him gently as you pull the sliding door open, the wheels clattering against the track loudly catching the attention of your son.
“Sweetheart, want to come in for some breakfast?” You call out, and the soft pout on your son’s lips had made him look more like his father than he ever has.
“Later,” his tiny voice called back, nearly hitting his face as he attempted to do an overhand pass.
“Dad! Can you teach me how to serve?”
Atsumu buries his face on the side of your neck, and you pat his head as he lets out as he begins to sob. You chuckle when you begin to feel his tears soak your shirt, and he attempts to let out a garbled confirmation.
Your son stares back at you oddly as you begin to wrap your arms around your husband.
You know exactly why they invited you out to lunch after finishing up the details on your group lab report. Sure you had become friends with them during the course of your working together, but you could easily read into the true reason behind their invitation.
For the past two weeks these guys can't seem to shut up about their dear friend Iwaizumi Hajime, or Iwa-chan as they so affectionately refer to him as. It starts as casual point outs in similarities between you and their friend ("Oh, Iwa-chan likes bike rides too!" and "I think Iwaizumi said he likes that band," and "You like big dogs? Iwa has the cuddliest German Shepherd!"), but eventually become so frequent that you can't help but to question why they keep mentioning this person.
You ask your roommates if they know anything about this guy, and through the power of social media, you're able to find a picture that jogs your memory. That's right, you had briefly met him at a party at the beginning of the school year. You had tried talking to him, and while you found him attractive, he was rather short with his answers that didn't leave you with much to work with in terms of a conversation, thus encouraging you to seek out more engaging company for the night.
Perhaps your lab group doesn't know of your past encounter with their friend and genuinely think that you two would make a good match. There is another hypothetical, that despite his less than stellar conversational skills, you had actually made an impression on him and he's mentioned it to the other guys. It's a flattering idea, and while you wouldn't be so bold as to assume the latter, the thought makes you a little giddy - he's quite handsome after all.
So you agree to go to lunch with them, and to no surprise, the much talked about Iwa-chan is waiting for them at the restaurant. The other guys less-than-subtly crowd together on one side of the table, leaving you to sit next to their friend. You try to play it cool, though it's tough when you take note that he seems bulkier than you remember and the sleeves of his shirt seem to squeeze at his biceps as he scans the menu. You ask him what he's going to order and he keeps it short, just as you remember, by simply replying, "A burger."
Thankfully, the rest of the guys are rambunctious enough to keep you from feeling too pressured to keep trying to talk to him. He's a lot more lively with them, full of sharp insults that are seasoned with a hint of endearment, and funny facial expressions that quickly fall back to neutral whenever he glances at you studying him. The meal goes by fairly quick, though it seems painfully slow as you feel a little guilty for not hitting it off with the guy next to you. But something catches your eye, something leftover in his basket amongst the crumbs of fries and smear of ketchup.
"Can I eat your pickle?"
Oikawa spits out his drink, Mattsun starts wheezing with laughter, while Makki slaps the table as he tries to repeat your question between gasps.
Well, fuck.
You didn't mean it like that.
Iwaizumi looks at you with wide eyes, but his face is otherwise blank and unreadable. The back of your neck heats up from how dumb your question sounded. He definitely thinks you're awkward now. Why do you have to be so weird.
However, he clears his throat and nudges the red plastic basket towards you.
"Yeah," he sighs, face burning as he refuses to make eye contact with anyone, "you can eat my pickle."
You'll be teased for weeks about when you're going to "eat Iwa's pickle," but it won't stop you from running over to talk to him whenever you see him about campus. And even though there will still be some pauses in your interactions, you'll find he's a lot easier to engage when you know that you make him flustered.
eris’ notes: everyone say thank u emp for helping me. anyways i’m suuuuper excited for this series so like let’s hope it goes well <3
warnings: none
when you bumped into your brother’s childhood best friend on the sidewalks of japan, not knowing he was even back in the country, of course you were ecstatic to see him. after a tight hug and many cheery words of greeting, the two of you decided it would be nice to grab lunch together, to catch up.
you didn’t expect the conversation of ‘catching up’ to take this turn though.
“what?” you choke on your drink, hitting your chest a few times to get through the coughs. “hajime, you’re joking.”
“do i look like i’m joking?” iwaizumi asks, eyebrow raised and elbows crossed on the table. “listen, you know i wouldn’t ask for this if i wasn’t desperate. just help me out, okay? just this one time.”
your eyes narrow at him, your lips twisting to the side. honestly you’d probably do any favor for him, really, but maybe you like seeing him squirm a little bit.
“what’s in it for me?”
“dumbass—yn,” he corrects himself, raising his fingers to press into his temple, forcing a smile onto his face. “come on. can’t you just do me this one favor?”
“i can,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. you can’t help the smirk that spreads across your lips. “but what’s the fun in that?”
the man in front of you groans, rolling his eyes and slumping back in his own seat, glaring at you through his lashes.
“oikawas. all of you are a pain in my ass.”
“i’ll make sure to pass that message along to my mother.”
“you won’t.”
“i won’t,” you grin, “but the look on your face when i threatened to was cute.”
he would deny it if you were to point it out, but the faintest ghost of pink dusts the tips of iwaizumi’s ears at your tease. he really is cute, though you wouldn’t dare admit that out loud seriously. you dealt with enough taunting during your school days about your older brother’s best friend, you sure as hell don’t want more of it coming from the man himself.
“practicing already?”
“maybe,” you hum, tilting your head to the side. “or maybe i just like seeing you try to fight off your blush so much. you still are such an open book, hajime.”
okay, maybe you’re pushing this a little too far now, but you just can’t help it when the flush spreads to his cheeks now, just barely, and your insides do a little happy dance at successfully flustering him.
“whatever,” iwaizumi huffs, pushing his hands on the table and rising up from him seat. “this is stupid. forget i even asked.”
a sudden pang of guilt makes your heart clench and you waste no time shooting your hand out to catch hajime’s arm, making him stop before he has a chance to even take a step.
“wait, hey, i’m sorry. i’ll stop now.”
this time when you smile up at him, it’s genuine. sweet, even. if you were more observant you might have even noticed the way hajime’s breath hitched ever so slightly, how his forearm flexed under your palm. but you miss all that, and tug at him to sit back down.
“you know i’d do anything for you,” you continue, releasing your grip when the man in front of you finally settles back in his seat. “just give me the full run down. we’re going to be.. uhm..”
“dating,” he supplies, then clears his throat. “fake dating. i just need my parents to get off my damn back about ‘settling down’ already. nothing too serious.”
“yeah. but this is just for your parents, right? like, i can tell my friends that you and i aren’t really together?”
“i mean yeah, as long as they won’t blab about it,” he shrugs, swirling his drink around in his cup. “it just needs to look real. maybe a few social media posts, go out every now and then. i’m sure my family will want to have us over for dinner. you know, basic shit.”
“right,” you nod, propping your chin up in your hand. “so just doing enough to make it look like we’re madly in love. i think i can manage that.”
“this should be a piece of cake for you,” hajime smiles, and the tone of his voice tells you that what’s about to come out of his mouth is going to piss you off in a millisecond. “just channel that little crush you had on me when you were in middle school.”
“i did not have a—“ you cut yourself off as you notice the eyes you’re drawing towards you with your little outburst, instantly lowering your voice. “i did not have a crush on you. besides, i was twelve. i saw any mildly pretty boy and i swooned.”
“so you do think i’m pretty.”
“no, you grew out of that a long time ago.”
“i hate you.”
“love you too, haji.”
another groan slips out from him, but it’s twisted by the upturn of his lips. so expressive, as he’s always been.
“well, since that’s all settled,” you click your tongue, tapping your hands on the table and standing up from your seat. “i have some errands to run, so i’ll just take the check and—“
“aht,” iwaizumi interjects, snatching the ticket out of your hand and holding it out of your reach when you try to grab it back. “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t pay for your meal.”
“fake boyfriend,” you correct, ignoring the cheeky simper etched onto hajime’s face. “i’m not letting you pay for my lunch.”
“yes, you are, dumbass.” he turns from you to walk towards the register, and you have no choice but to follow after, grumbling under your breath as he pulls his wallet out.
whatever, you’ll just take the check next time.
something within you cringes and mentally chastises you for already thinking about next time, but then again that’s part of the deal isn’t it? so maybe it isn’t wrong that you’re already thinking ahead. maybe you’re just trying to be prepared for once. yeah, that’s totally it.
“oi.”
fingers snap in your face, knocking you out of your little trance. you glare at the owner of them and pretend like you’re going to bite at them, making iwaizumi pull them away with a chuckle.
“no biting. hate to have to post pictures of you on the animal shelter site,” he snickers, smirk growing when you shoot him a glare. “which reminds me.. ah, miss? yeah, would you mind taking some pictures for us real quick?”
“you’re kidding,” you scoff, but when a hand rests on the small of your back, pulling you into the side of a firm chest, you realize he’s not.
“oh come on, just smile pretty,” hajime whispers into your ear, “act like you love me.”
the butterflies in your stomach are just a result from not having a boyfriend in so long, you convince yourself. because iwaizumi hajime most definitely does not have an effect on you. like hell he does. he’s just your brother’s lifetime best friend, and this is just a little favor.
hajime wastes no time in retrieving his phone from the girl and making his way towards the exit of the little diner. he holds the door open for you and you supply a thank you, of course. your phone dings with a notification as soon as you step out, and right there on the screen reads ‘iwahaj4 has tagged you in a photo.’
you shoot him a glance, fingers hovering over your screen for just a second, before you’re opening up instagram and clicking on the post. it’s just one of the photos the lady snapped, hajime’s hand on your waist and his cheek pressed to the top of your head, the two of you smiling, nothing really special.
the caption reads ‘my favorite person welcomed me home <3,’ and no, your cheeks are certainly not heating up.
so you do what any proper fake significant other would do. you comment back, just a little ‘so happy you’re home <3’ before closing out the app and turning back just in time to see iwaizumi raise a hand in a wave.
“okay. see you later, yn,” he dismisses before turning on his heel and heading in the opposite direction on the sidewalk. as if this is normal. like he didn’t just flip both of your worlds upside down in a matter of minutes with a single picture.
“see you!” you call after him, staring, for just a moment, to watch him walk around the corner. no sooner than he does, your phone rings. you answer it without even looking at the contact.
“when the hell did you become iwa-chan’s favorite person?!”
Summary: Kuroo realizes Kenma is not in love with him and it hurts.
Warnings: sad kurooken content?
a/n: i've had this kurooken headcanon inside my head for waaay to long and don't get me wrong i LOVE kuroken and i think they'd die for each other, but i'm like 100% sure that during their highschool years the first one to develop a crush on the other is Kuroo and Kenma doesn't reciprocate and he knows. Obsv Kenma later on falls for him but it takes him a while, i'd say his crush starts once he's in college and they fall in love blah blah you know the drill. Like, idk why but i feel like Kenma doesnt see Kuroo as a love interest until then, they're both grown up and have dating experience and it hits him, oh i'm in love with this idiot and Kuroo is just so happy 'cause it was about fucking time. And it's not that he had always been in love with him but he didn't know, he genuinely only saw him as a role model or a best friend who was there for him, he rarely found himself interested in other people in a romantic way UNTIL HE MET HINATA. YES. I'VE SAID IT. OH? YOU THINK I'M WRONG? FIGHT ME FUCKING DO IT BRING IT ON COME ON
Anyways this has gone too far, if any of you wanna keep talking about this headcanon send an ask i'll be happy to discuss and maybe destroy your mental health with some kurooken angst :)
makki will be one of those tiny old men that are funny asf and have a bunch of insane stories about themselves from their youth that he will just tell anyone hes near and hes super endearing and easy to talk to and everyone in town knows who he is and they all love him
because sometimes i do some of these, not saying which ones tho lol i probably embarrass myself enough as is. also hehe check out my latest fic, written for the #ukai nation stoner collab :)
✯haikyuu!! masterlist✯
akaashi keiji will make faces in the mirror/his selfie camera to see what the weirdest one he can make is. he usually ends up scaring himself. he still continues doing it. help him
bokuto kōtarō when he's in the middle of doing something kind of boring or has nothing to do while he's trying to fall asleep or something he absentmindedly squeezes his own ass like a stress ball.
iwaizumi haijime he needs to sleep holding a pillow because he doesn't feel safe otherwise (he doesn't know why). he always gives it a good night kiss before turning out the light. he's probably just lonely and doesn't notice. someone date him.
kuroo tetsurō makes weird noises at people he's close to when it gets quiet for too long. it started out as him doing it to his sister when he was a toddler but now he also does it to super close friends and his s/o if he has one.
miya atsumu just,,, like,,, spazzes randomly sometimes?? like he'll do that thing where he scrunches up his nose and shakes his head and sometimes it looks like he's starting to seize up out of context. he scared his mom a lot with it as a kid
miya osamu likes to be in little hiding spots, no one knows why. but a lot of the time atsumu will walk into a room to find him sitting on the floor in the gap between a shelf and a wall or under the desk in his room, just on his phone or something.
oikawa tōru talks to inanimate objects, like, if he drops something or bumps it on a table he'll apologize to it but he also tells them about his day sometimes. he doesn't even really think about it, he just does
terushima yūji goes up stairs on all fours. he's been doing it since he was a little kid and as an adult, if he ever gets caught he'll swear he just does it because it's faster. like,,, it is but also what the fuck
