Hi~! I'm a hobbyist, and writing is a small passion of mine. I love to write little drabbles for people, so please ask me anything~! I'm mostly into klance but if you have a request of anything else I watch a lot so just message me. NSFW or SFW, I don't care! I'll be as detailed and as thorough as possible~
I'm gonna start shitting out Klance mini fics bc I cannot breathe over any of this and I love them so much. I'll reference all of the Moments™ but 1-3 is all that exists thanks.
Hello, may I request short reactions of Kuroo + Iwaizumi when they find out that Kenma and Oikawa have an eating disorder and they've been starving themselves lately because they fear gaining weight? I'm sorry if this request is a bit weird and you don't have to do it if you don't want to!
A bit angsty for my first short, but let’s do it! (I’m gonna do them separately to focus on individual feelings and give you more story~)
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Iwaizumi rushed over to Oikawa’s side. Oikawa had collapsed in the middle of their practice, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his knees gave out. Everyone on the team rushed over, shocked at Oikawa’s sudden vulnerability. He always seemed to be the healthiest on the team.
When Iwaizumi reached him, Oikawa was out. Mizoguchi panicked, rushing out of the gym to grab a nurse. Iwaizumi felt sick. Oikawa was his best friend, and he’s seen Oikawa get hurt many times before, but something about this was different. Oikawa wasn’t a weak person. He had strength, stamina, and was careful about himself. He was always sure to take care of himself. Seeing him faint like this sent Iwaizumi down a spiral of bad thoughts as he sat crouched beside Oikawa, too scared to touch him.
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Iwaizumi sat in a chair next to Oikawa’s bed. He had been sent to the hospital due to a weak pulse and low blood pressure. Iwaizumi hovered his hand over Oikawa’s; he remembered seeing the look on the nurses face when she had held it and exclaimed at how cold it was.
Iwaizumi hadn’t realised it before, but Oikawa had been different lately. While his grades were still excellent, he had become pretty absent-minded. Oikawa was usually excited and on top of any plans he may have made with Iwaizumi that day, but for the past few weeks, it’s been Iwaizumi reminding Oikawa of the plans.
He recalled a moment a few days ago where Oikawa had stumbled, laughing it off and just saying he got a little dizzy. This memory led him to remember more instances in the past few weeks where Oikawa had mentioned he was dizzy. Iwaizumi squeezed his eyes shut, head resting on the bed. He claimed to be Oikawa’s closest friend, yet he hadn’t noticed the changes in Oikawa or his mood. He hadn’t noticed how his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. Or how he wasn’t as hyper as he used to be. He didn’t notice Oikawa leaving after every meal they shared to go to the bathroom. He hadn’t noticed any of it, and now Oikawa was laying in a hospital bed, unconscious and weak.
He sucked in a deep breath, pulling his head up to look at Oikawa. He moved his hand over to Oikawa’s, shaking in the process. He gathered up the courage and gently placed his fingertips on Oikawa’s palm. Iwaizumi’s eyes widened. Oikawa’s hands were freezing. They used to be so warm. Warm enough that Iwaizumi would grab them with his own to warm up on colder days. Whenever Oikawa would touch him, it would always leave him cold where he had touched when he moved away. But now, they were as cold as ice.
He could hold it in anymore as a tear slipped out of Iwaizumi’s eyes. His best friend was suffering alone, and Iwaizumi had only now noticed. He buried his head back into the mattress, his hand squeezing Oikawa’s tightly, hoping some of his warmth would spread over to Oikawa.
A cold hand gently brushed Iwaizumi’s ear. He flinched, causing the hand to jerk away. Iwaizumi’s head shot up, his vision blurry from the tears and pressure of pushing himself into the mattress.
His wide eyes connected with Oikawa’s tired ones. The usual spark of life no longer there. Noticing this caused Iwaizumi to cry harder.
Oikawa looked so weak. He looked so broken down and vulnerable. It hurt Iwaizumi to see him this way. Oikawa, even though he seemed to cry every day, never looked so beaten down. Even through his tears, you could see his hope. But now… now he looked as if he was a dead man walking.
“Oh, Iwa-chan…” Oikawa choked, a deep frown replacing his earlier forced smile. He reached out to Iwaizumi, opening his arms and begging Iwaizumi forward. Iwaizumi took the invitation, standing up and placing a knee on the bed. He pushed forward, placing his face on Oikawa’s chest as his hands gripped onto the thin material of the hospital gown.
Oikawa tightly wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi’s bulky frame as quiet sobs escaped his childhood friend. A hand moved up to pat Iwaizumi’s head, messing with the small hairs on the back of his head. Even though Oikawa was trying to comfort Iwaizumi, he couldn’t stop the tears that he had been hiding from his friend.
The boys sat on the bed, repositioned so that they were sitting in front of each other, legs lying side-by-side the waist of the other. They continued crying into each other, although their cries were small. At this point, both were exhausted. Iwaizumi’s cries had silenced, Oikawa’s dying soon after. They pulled away from each other, their hands falling in their laps.
Iwaizumi looked up at Oikawa, his face still wet and red, and noticed Oikawa looked the same as him. But a small smile forced its way onto Iwaizumi’s face. Oikawa looked better. He looked like his old self, if even for a moment. A chuckle escaped Iwaizumi’s lips, and Oikawa looked up at him slowly. When Oikawa’s eyes met Iwaizumi’s, a snort escaped his lips.
“What was that for?” Iwaizumi gently spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the sobs.
Oikawa grinned, placing a hand on Iwaizumi’s cheek. His thumb rubbed over the redness of Iwaizumi’s cheeks. “Oh, nothing. You just remind me of someone.” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow.
“Who might that be?”Â
“Mmm,” Oikawa hummed “someone we both know very well.”
Iwaizumi smiled, using his left hand to grab Oikawa’s free one. Their fingers intertwined easily, and the boys stared at each other softly. Both were too in the moment to realise what they were doing. Neither cared. Right now, it was just them. No one else but the pain and love they both shared for each other, no matter how unspoken those truths may be.
Oikawa removed his hand from Iwaizumi’s face, moving his legs away and patting the bed near the pillows. Iwaizumi let go of Oikawa’s hand, moving himself to lay against the pillows. Oikawa crawled in next to him, leaning up against Iwaizumi’s side, the hand he wasn’t laying on gently pressed against Iwaizumi’s stomach. Iwaizumi placed his hand over Oikawa’s while the other played with the back of Oikawa’s hair.
“Iwa-chan…?” Oikawa spoke after a few moments of silence. Iwaizumi grunted an approval for Oikawa to continue.
“Do you… do you know why I’m in here?” Iwaizumi’s hand stopped playing with the back of Oikawa’s head, and his breathing stopped momentarily. He shook his head, but quickly realised that Oikawa couldn’t see him.
“N-” Iwaizumi coughed, clearing his throat before continuing. “No…” Oikawa sighed, his thumb rubbing circles on Iwaizumi’s stomach.
“I’m, uh…” Oikawa took in a deep breath “Fu, this is so hard. Okay, um, I’m… anorexic.” Oikawa froze, tears falling again as he shoved his face into Iwaizumi’s side. It was as if this was the first time Oikawa had ever said that out loud. And it was. Oikawa had never admitted to himself that he was anorexic. He’d never said anything. He didn’t even think about it. He just kept skipping meals or throwing up when he was forced to eat.
Iwaizumi held onto Oikawa’s hand a little tighter, moving his other away from Oikawa’s head and placing it on his shoulders, pulling Oikawa into him. His thumb rubbed comfortingly against Oikawa’s hand as he struggled to keep his tears in.
“I… I’ve always been so scared of my weight.” Oikawa’s words were muffled through sobs and Iwaizumi’s shirt, but he kept going. Iwaizumi listened carefully. “I was scared that if even a little bit of fat showed up on my body, I’d be shunned. So, I started eating less. At first, it wasn’t on purpose. It was a subconscious thing. I wouldn’t eat enough to be full, just enough so that my stomach wouldn’t growl. Then it led to me skipping meals. And soon, I was throwing up whenever I did eat. I thought I was okay. I was still playing volleyball well and no one had seemed to suspect anything. But today, during practice I was shaky. My legs weren’t really moving the way I wanted them to and I was short of breath. But I hid it as best I could. It wasn’t until I went to toss the ball that I realised I wasn’t well and I shouldn’t have been playing. Next thing I knew I was here, you crying on the bed next to me.Â
“You know, I never thought I’d see you cry for me.” At this point, Oikawa was propping himself up on his elbow, looking up at Iwaizumi. Oikawa was still crying, nothing but pain showing in his eyes. Iwaizumi had a strong grimace on his face. It was evident that he was trying to hold back more tears. “The great Iwa-chan! All bark and bite! Crying over me, a pathetic boy hopelessly trying to gain approval over how many girls he can ge-” Oikawa stopped suddenly. Iwaizumi was crying again, but this time it was different. The tears Iwaizumi shed before were from fear and pain. They were a more scared flow. But these were different. These were of anger. Iwaizumi was visibly shaking and Oikawa was oblivious as to why.
He sat up fully, reaching over to Iwaizumi’s face. He was scared to touch him as if Iwaizumi would reach out and slap him just for doing so. But Oikawa wanted to wipe the tears away and try to comfort him. It was only on rare occasions that he saw Iwaizumi actually mad, and seeing him look this way was scary for Oikawa. Carefully, he placed his hand on Iwaizumi’s cheek. Iwaizumi sniffed, grabbing onto Oikawa’s shoulders causing Oikawa’s hand to drop.
“Shittykawa…” Iwaizumi sniffed again. “Trashykawa, Kusokawa, Assikawa, Loserkawa, Crappykawa… Dumbass!” Iwaizumi went to ram his forehead against Oikawa’s, but unlike previous times, this was far more gentle. He only lightly bumped their foreheads together, tears still falling from his eyes as he continued to grip onto Oikawa’s shoulders. “Of course I’d cry for you! You’re my closest friend. We’ve been together for so long. I can’t remember a time when you weren’t there. And today, seeing you pass out…” Iwaizumi took in a deep breath, struggling to control his crying. “When I saw you collapse, I didn’t know what to think. It was as if I was watching my entire world crash down before me. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t ever want to lose you. I don’t want to be away from you, and I can’t spend the rest of my life without you. So don’t you ever call yourself pathetic. You’re one of the strongest people I know! You’re smart, albeit quite childish and idiotic. You’re loyal to your friends and team and always work to improve everyone. You focus well and are able to figure out other teams moves and come up with a defense for it almost immediately. You’re emotionally sensitive, and while that can get annoying at times, it’s what makes you, you.” Iwaizumi let go of his breath. His tears were no longer falling, and a small smile was placed on his lips. He looked up at Oikawa who’s lips were quivering and tears were forming in his eyes. “You’re my dumbass. And I would do anything for you if it meant keeping you happy.”
Tears began falling from Oikawa again, and this time Iwaizumi wiped them away. He moved his hands from Oikawa’s shoulders and held onto the sides of Oikawa’s face, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears
Oikawa moved his arms to wrap around Iwaizumi’s neck, his hands pressing into the back of his head. Iwaizumi smiled, his face red as he placed a soft kiss on Oikawa’s face, right below his left eye. Oikawa blushed, eyes widening as his tears stopped. Iwaizumi chuckled.
“You stopped crying.”
“Shut up.”
Oikawa leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Iwaizumi’s lips, wiping away Iwaizumi’s smile. Iwaizumi kissed back, but the kiss stayed gentle and loving. When they pulled away, both of their faces were a bright red. Neither of them could contain it as small smiles spread across their faces, growing larger until Oikawa snorted and they both started laughing. They could feel the other’s breath on their faces, eyes shut from how wide their smiles were.
This wasn’t how either had expected their confessions to go, but it wasn’ the worst way it could’ve happened.
They pulled away, resuming their previous position in the bed with Oikawa pressed against Iwaizumi’s side. This time, Oikawa had his leg draped over Iwaizumi’s.
“Oikawa.”
“Mmm?”
“From now on, talk to me. And come to me for help. I’ll help you through this, and I promise you, no matter what, you’ll always be beautiful to me.”
Oikawa smiled, placing a kiss on Iwaizumi’s hand that he held in his own. He nodded, squeezing Iwaizumi’s hand.
“I promise, Iwa-chan.”
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ALRIGHT! So basically this was not a short and I have l i e d. It’s 5 pages long and over 2,000 words long o o f. I’ll do the Kuroken one on a SECOND thing because ho bOI will this become too long if I had that one too. I didn’t mean to make this so long, I just kinda… got into it? Like I started thinking about a vulnerable Iwaizumi, and I just kinda fell in love? I don’t really see him being sensitive and open like this; it’s always Oikawa. So I felt the need to share what Iwaizumi would most definitely be like if he found Oikawa slowly killing himself.
I hope this can even slightly amount to what you wanted. And I’m so sorry if this turned more into Iwaoi than you wanted it to. ;c; I really got into it whoops. <3
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