Imagine being invited to a house party by the guy you've been crushing on for like—forever one day. He even offered to pick you up!
So he did. You were dressed up in a red mini dress, hair curled, makeup flawless and smelling like the expensive perfume that you don't even know if hes capable of affording.
It was a regular 2 storey house, nothing fancy. Inside, you notice there was a little indoor balcony area in the living room. You thought nothing of it.
The air was filled with a mix of cheap cologne and alcohol. The lights were flashing, people were against eachother, it was all overstimulating.
The things you'd do for this crush of yours is ridiculous.
You were making your way through the crows with a drink in hand when you accidently bumped into someone, makimg both of your drinks spill. Thankfully, you wore red so the damage wasn't obvious.
You turned around, hoping and expecting to see your crush and all of a sudden—
JACKSON WANG?
"You.. prettyu girlu, put your number in my ipon shixteen pro maxue?" He offered you his hideous bright orange sixteem pro max, but the screen was still blank. Did he expect you to know his password?
"Hey, asshole! Stop bothering her" It was him. Yiur crush. He walked up behind jackson, hand on his shoulder to turn him around. Is he going to fighr him for you?
"Bother me instead, wang." You and the crows around gasped their gusped. But thats not all.
"Oh, mr crush! Kissu meu!"
And they made out in rhe middle of the living room, makimg rveryone there watch as they sloppy kissed with tongue. It was messy, it was disgusting, but no one could taje their eyes off of tjem.
You couldnt even be mad, they were crazy into that kiss. Moaning, groaning—was that growling? Oh. Oh god! Theyre taking tjeir clothes off!
Imagine being invited to a house party by the guy you've been crushing on for like—forever one day. He even offered to pick you up!
So he did. You were dressed up in a red mini dress, hair curled, makeup flawless and smelling like the expensive perfume that you don't even know if hes capable of affording.
It was a regular 2 storey house, nothing fancy. Inside, you notice there was a little indoor balcony area in the living room. You thought nothing of it.
The air was filled with a mix of cheap cologne and alcohol. The lights were flashing, people were against eachother, it was all overstimulating.
The things you'd do for this crush of yours is ridiculous.
You were making your way through the crows with a drink in hand when you accidently bumped into someone, makimg both of your drinks spill. Thankfully, you wore red so the damage wasn't obvious.
You turned around, hoping and expecting to see your crush and all of a sudden—
JACKSON WANG?
"You.. prettyu girlu, put your number in my ipon shixteen pro maxue?" He offered you his hideous bright orange sixteem pro max, but the screen was still blank. Did he expect you to know his password?
"Hey, asshole! Stop bothering her" It was him. Yiur crush. He walked up behind jackson, hand on his shoulder to turn him around. Is he going to fighr him for you?
"Bother me instead, wang." You and the crows around gasped their gusped. But thats not all.
"Oh, mr crush! Kissu meu!"
And they made out in rhe middle of the living room, makimg rveryone there watch as they sloppy kissed with tongue. It was messy, it was disgusting, but no one could taje their eyes off of tjem.
You couldnt even be mad, they were crazy into that kiss. Moaning, groaning—was that growling? Oh. Oh god! Theyre taking tjeir clothes off!
Enjin had been acting fucking weird all day. Not the usual he went into his thinker phase or suddenly he flirted too hard with you again like he didn’t own your heart already.
Nah. This was concerning.
He barely looked at you over breakfast. Every time you smiled at him he’d stiffen like you’d thrown a knife instead of affection. When you brushed against his arm while passing him in the hallway he actually growled. A deep, rumbling, instinctive sound.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“No.”
“You literally did.”
“I coughed.”
“You coughed like an angry wolf?”
“Yeah.”
You stared. He stared back. Then he turned around so quickly he nearly walked into the wall.
“You’re so weird,” you muttered.
He made another strange noise - definitely another growl.
By dinner you were convinced something had happened. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight. Maybe he was possessed.
You pushed a bowl of rice toward him. “Babe? Are you mad at me?”
“What?” he barked out.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I’m not.”
“You growled.”
“I absolutely didn’t.”
“You did.”
“That was… indigestion.”
“Indigestion growls now?”
“Apparently.”
The silence that followed was painful. Had you scratching your head confused what was going on with your man. “I don’t know what I did, but if you’re upset—”
“I’m not upset!” he answered far too quickly, then he went pale. “Shit!”
“What?” you frowned.
He stood so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor as his hands disappeared into his jacket pocket. You watched him wrestle with something while his face had turned bright red.
“Enjin?”
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and your eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Oh?” he echoed weakly.
He looked like his soul had left his body. Without warning he dropped to one knee. Panic flooded his face and he went up and down on his knee like some odd workout. Then he dropped to both knees.
“I forgot which knee.”
“What?”
You bit your lip so hard it hurt to keep you from smiling, laughing, crying and everything in between. Meanwhile poor guy was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.
His fingers fumbled opening the ring box and yeah…
The ring launched out like it had been fired from a slingshot. Ping. It bounced off your water glass. Ping. Hit the table. Ping. And landed directly in your lap.
Enjin stared at it. You stared at it.
“I meant to do that,” he lied.
“You absolutely didn’t.”
“I absolutely didn’t.” his shoulders slumped and he looked genuinely miserable. “I had a speech.”
“You did?”
“I memorized it.”
“What happened to it?”
“I saw you,” he huffed. “My brain stopped working.”
You couldn’t help the cute little giggle slipping from your mouth. Somehow this giant, confident menace of a man had completely fallen apart over asking you one question.
“I’ve been trying all day.”
“Trying?”
“Not to ask too early.”
“The growling?”
“I was stressed.”
“The avoiding me?”
“I thought if I looked at you too long I’d blurt it out.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. He looked up at you with the most helpless expression you’d ever seen.
“Please?”
That was it. Not will you marry me - just “please?”
You picked up the ring from your lap with a smile and stepped around the table. You crouched until you were eye level with him, still kneeling awkwardly on both knees.
“You know,” you whispered, trying not to laugh again, “This is probably the worst proposal in history.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
“The answer is yes. I want to marry you, Enjin,” you kissed him softly.
His mouth opened and you prepared for the speech he had prepared. He then made that weird little growling noise again.
you died in anger and now… you’re back to haunt enjin’s ass.
Enjin didn’t remember the exact moment you died.
He remembered everything around it.
He remembered your harsh voice and that you just wouldn’t listen.
He remembered that you refused to look at him.
He remembered that he didn’t go after you when you stormed ahead and right into your death.
That part replayed over and over. But the moment itself blurred. One second you were there - alive, fighting, and cursing under your breath. The next you were gone.
The fight before had been stupid.
No. No, not stupid. That would’ve been easier to accept, he thought.
“You don’t take anything serious!” you had snapped with anger blazing in your pretty eyes. “One day that’s going to get someone killed!”
“Relax,” Enjin had shot back, provoking you with that infuriating smirk. “I know what I’m doing.”
“For once can you just—“ a frustrated huff had left your mouth. “Y’know what? Fucking forget it.”
And he did. He let you walk away.
That was the last conversation you ever had.
Now you stood in front of him again. Very much dead. Very much pissed.
“Oh,” Enjin blinked and stared at you. “So I’m hallucinating now. That tracks. Cool.”
You crossed your arms. You glared. “You should be hallucinating. Preferably something terrifying, like - I don’t know - consequences maybe.”
He just stared at you - empty, hollowed out. Then squinted as he shrugged.
“You’re still annoying.”
Your eye twitched dangerously. You should’ve came back as a cat and scratch his eyes out.
“Ooooh, I’m sorry,” you snapped, floating a few inches off the ground without realizing it. “Did dying not improve my personality for you?”
Enjin’s gaze dropped to your feet, then back to your face. “You’re floating.”
“Man, shut up.”
At first he honestly believed the grief had finally broken him. Honestly it wouldn’t have been surprising. Yes, you had this fight, but this man had worshipped the ground you walked on.
And now you were back and you didn’t fade and didn’t disappear. You stayed.
Lurking in the corners of rooms and leaning against the walls that you technically couldn’t touch. You sat way too close to him with that same irritated expression you had during the fight and like you hadn’t just died in front of him.
“You’re haunting me,” Enjin concluded one night as he stared at the ceiling.
“Yes,” you responded flatly from where you hovered upside down above him.
“Out of love?”
“Out of spite.”
“Nice.”
You…you were a terrible ghost. Nothing like you’d read about in the books. You weren’t even scary to look at with your normal clothes and normal face. If someone else would see you they wouldn’t believe you were a ghost.
The only thing that differed from your living be was that you were aggressively present.
You complained constantly.
“You left me,” you huffed.
“You were being annoying,” Enjin said.
“You let me walk into that alone.”
“You said you didn’t need me!”
“I didn’t say I needed you, I said you were reckless!” you screamed and… fuck, your voice.
“That’s my charm!”
“That’s what got me killed!”
That shut Enjin up. His face went as pale as yours, if not paler.
He stopped joking after that.
Days passed then. Maybe weeks. Time got weird when the person you lost refused to actually leave.
Enjin started talking to you like nothing had changed. Like you were still alive and hadn’t died because of him.
He told you about his days. About missions and the shenanigans he did with Gris and the other cleaners. He told you about the kids and Rudo, who just had fallen recently from the sphere.
None of them knew that you were back.
“You’re staring,” you said, sitting cross legged on the table.
“Well, you’re haunting me,” he replied and lit himself a cigarette. “That’s literally your whole thing.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Yeah. Yeah, he did, because here was the truth he refused to say out loud.
If you were angry, you stayed. If you stayed, he could see you. And if he could see you then maybe he didn’t have to face the part where you were gone.
One night you were quieter than usual. You were floating above the mattress, mirroring a sleeping position as you watched Enjin.
“What?” he asked after a while.
You hesitated - hesitated - before speaking up softly. “Don’t you want me to move on?”
Enjin’s chest tightened and his face fell. Hollowed out. The mask was slipping. He’d been avoiding the question, because if he’d say yes then you’d disappear. But if he said no you’d stay stuck like this. Angry and tethered to him because of a fight that never got resolved.
It wasn’t fair to neither of you. He wanted to rage that it was your fault for coming back and haunting his ass. He wanted to bawl until he got no tears left, because he knew that he’d never be able to love someone. At least not how he had loved you.
Still when he looked at you now he realized that you weren’t angry anymore. You were just tired.
“No,” he said.
“Enjin—“, you started.
“I don’t want you to,” he continued quietly. “If you go then that’s it. You’re just gone.”
You stared at him. Fuck, you wished you could touch him. The longing similar like it was before you two got together.
You had been attracted to him since the first meeting and wanted to poke his dimples, kiss his lips and smell his hair. Back then you couldn’t, because you weren’t together. Now you couldn’t, because you were dead.
“And this?” you asked gently, gesturing between you. “This is okay?”
“No,” he admitted. “But it’s better than nothing.”
It was so typical Enjin you had to laugh quietly. Unknowingly breaking Enjin on the inside, because this was actually you. Laughing, telling terrible jokes, flirting shamelessly. Not what you were now. Not the echo of your last fight.
“You’re so selfish,” you said, shaking your head.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“I’m literally stuck haunting you because you can’t deal with your feelings.”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
You laughed again. Oh god, this man. This wonderful man.
“Enjin.”
“Our problem?”
Snorting you shook the head and he flashed you his signature grin.
You floated closer until your forehead brushed his. Or more you made sure not to accidentally floated through his head with yours. Happened once, wasn’t nice.
“You really don’t want me to go?”
His throat tightened painfully. “Not if it means I never see you again.”
Your expression softened. The anger didn’t disappear, it’d be impossible to. But it changed into something softer.
“You’re an idiot,” you murmured.
“Yeah.”
“You should’ve said that before I died.”
“Yeah.”
Sighing you couldn’t help yourself anyway as you reached out and flicked his forehead. Your hand passed right through and you both shrieked.
“Rude,” he said.
“I hate this,” you snapped immediately. “I can’t even hit you properly! What kind of haunting is this?”
Enjin laughed and laughed and laughed for the first time since you died. It was messy, hysterical and real.
“Okay, fine,” you huffed. “I’ll haunt you.”
“Great.”
“But I’m not letting you off the hook.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And you’re going to listen when I yell at you.”
“No promises.”
“Enjin!”
“Okay, okay!”
You… well, you floated back into the position like before. Mimicking the same resting position like Enjin.
“We’re not done here.”
Everything was still unresolved between you and it hurt you both so much. For him the only thing that mattered was that you were still here.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Stay mad at me.”
“What?”
He looked away with so much shame. “Don’t leave. Don’t ever leave me.”
No answer was needed, because you didn’t disappear and for now… yeah, for now it was enough.
synopsis: asking your bf to do it without a condom.
note: no smut, just making out
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Making out with your boyfriend had easily become one of your favorite things. There was something so intimate about the way he kissed you, the way every touch made it impossible to think about anything else. You could never seem to get enough of him, and judging by the way his body reacted against yours, it was clear he wanted to take things even further.
Iwaizumi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing gentle kisses along your skin as he lingered there, leaving soft marks in their wake. Your fingers disappeared into his curls, holding him close while your bodies melted together, neither of you wanting to create even an inch of distance.
After a long moment, he lifted his head and captured your lips again, kissing you with the same breathless urgency before reluctantly pulling away. A quiet grunt escaped him as he shifted his weight and reached toward the top drawer of his nightstand.
"No," you whispered, your voice stopping him in his tracks.
Iwaizumi glanced back over his shoulder, his brows knitting together in confusion as he looked at you. "What?"
His hand had already wrapped around the condom, but he paused.
"Let's do it without the condom," you said, surprising even yourself with how confidently the words left your lips as you reached up and gently took it from his hand.
Iwaizumi’s smile softened, and he lowered himself back over you, resting on one elbow so he could look you in the eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea," he murmured, his expression warm but hesitant.
You slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer, your forehead brushing against his as you searched his face. "Just this once," you whispered, hoping he would change his mind.
He hesitated, his gaze searching yours as though he were trying to make sure you truly meant it. After a long moment, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face and quietly asked, "Are you sure?"
You held his gaze and nodded without hesitation. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your chest.
"Okay," he said quietly, capturing your lips once more in a slow, lingering kiss before resting his forehead against yours. "If you change your mind, let me know. At any point."
You smiled, your heart warming at how seriously he took your words and how careful he was with your feelings. "I will," you whispered, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the back of his neck.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he let out a soft laugh, the tension between you easing just enough for the moment to feel lighter. "Good," he murmured. "I just wanted to make sure."
You nodded, brushing your nose against his as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the quiet intimacy that had settled between you. For a few moments, neither of you felt the need to say anything else, content to simply be close.
the fluorescent lights of the mall fitting room did absolutely nothing to dampen the beauty of iwaizumi hajime, who at that moment, looked like the greek god of abercrombie.
after being invited to oikawa’s spontaneous garden party, the two of you came to the marvelous conclusion that hajime had nothing at all that was appropriate to wear. nothing. at. all.
you thought a trip to the mall would be nice. after all, as his best friend (you’d never admit your crush….ever), it was your job to help him out.
you find yourself regretting it and thanking the gods in equal measure.
the olive green shirt he wore hugged his arms, the cut of it emphasizing his broad shoulders and even more sculpted biceps. the color made his eyes, something between green or brown or hazel look infinitely more alluring.
you wondered how you’d ever be able to get this out of your brain.
“it’s nice shirt!” you blurted out, willing your face not to betray the thoughts you had on the inside.
the truth was that he was marvelous. marvelous and beautiful. you could burn the image of him into your eyelids.
he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling the smallest bit before flexing his arm in the mirror, the muscles all lining up just to kill you. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you sighed, “looks good. you should buy it.”
he nodded, paying no mind to the price tag as he walked back into the fitting room door. he stilled for a moment before closing the door, meeting your eyes with a smirk that spelled trouble.
“oh i will,” he grinned, “if your reaction was that crazy for this shirt, you couldn’t handle me shirtless.”
you were left dumbfounded as he shut the door, his laughs increasing in volume while you stood slack jawed over your menace of a crush.
taglist: @chimielie (sorry if he’s ooc lia ily), @mayiedayie @kagstobioisthelightofmylife (not kags but i’ll do it someday) @brooksviolin @karnevil @amorinn @huhyeni
Suggestive under the cut! This is my first time writing something like this so feel free to correct me and offer criticism :3
You were in front of your vanity, applying your lipstick for the night. Your hair was down and cascaded down your back. The square neck of your dress exposed your collarbones and the beautiful diamond necklace that was hung around your neck (which may or may not have been gifted to you by him)
He entered the room having just finished getting ready himself. He was in a dress shirt that was a little too tight for him, clinging to his biceps and making them stand out further.
"You're wearing the new one?" He asks, referring to the lipstick your applying. He crossed his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to keep his hands to himself and leaned against the wall next to you.
"Yup! Pretty isn't it?" You smacked your lips together once, then used your finger to even out the colour on your lips.
God if only you knew what that did to him.
"Anything you wear is gorgeous, sweetheart" He walked up behind you, his hands finding their place on your waist. His hold on it felt possesive, but it grounded you at the same time.
"Help me with my dress?" You turned your head and moved your hair out of the way.
He ascended.
To him, your back looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. You had just enough muscle there to show that his workouts with you worked, but less defined enough to make it look delicate at the same time.
"Right..." He felt the back of his neck warm-up with the sight of your bare back and the thoughts forming in his head.
His hand grabbed the zipper and oh so slowly brought it up—almost hesitant and regretful to do so.
"Fuck" He swears under his breath. Without an explanation, he brought his lips to the small slit left where your back was exposed and planted a kiss.
"It's not fair. You're unfair" He grumbles as he reluctantly zips up your dress, his hands going back to your waist.
"What isn't fair?" You asked innocently.
"How are you so... ethereal? Are you trying to kill me?" He lowered his head to the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up until your jaw.
When you turned your head to face him, his hand automatically cupped your cheek and kissed your lips softly.
The soft kiss didn't last long.
He manhandled you to make you turn to him—chest to chest and your back pressed against the vanity.
The air between you got more tense, more heated. The a/c in your room was pretty much useless now. His palm covered your lower back, pulling you closer to him.
His lips travelled from your lips to your jaw, then your neck. He was tempted to nible on it, but he respects your boundaries and holds back. Instead, his kisses trail lower until it reaches your exposed collarbones. He was looking at you through it all, making sure he can see what he does to you.
He came back up again, planting a more gentle kiss on your lips. He pulled back and you can see how his lips had your lipstick all over it, some of it smeared on the side of his lips.
"Let's continue this after dinner, okay? Need to get you full of energy first" He lets go of your waist and walks away.
"I'll wait by the car" He turns back to give you a shit eating grin. He didn't even bother to wipe away the lipstick.
You didn't even have time to recover. You were just there with your hands gripping the vanity behind you with your face still flushed and lips still swollen.
Did he say continue after dinner?!
I wrote this in the middle of class, i currently have a quiz HAHAHHAAHAH im cooked so not proofread! Hope u enjoyed eheheheh
happy friendship day (aug 2nd!) to my beautiful pretty sweet amazing lovely kind genuine adorable mutuals 🥺🥺 keep in mind that I love you guys the most okay 😚😚
was supposed to be for @yunn13ie 's bday but can be her gf appreciation day gift from iwa instead 💔 (ik when I post this its not Aug 1 anymore but it was for me when I finished writing okie 😞💔)
writers block is taking me out rn 😭💔
@mayiedayie da beta 💕
w/c: 2.5k
cw: err childhood bsf to lovers, fluff (ofc), jealous iwa, instigating oikawa, use of y/n, yearning ig? 🤔 I'm god awful at doing this I'm sorry 😢
sometimes falling in love happens at the most unexpected moments, with the most unexpected people. when you first opened yourself up for romantic experiences, never had you thought that the one you fall the hardest for would be your closest and oldest friend.
he was your best friend in the world and sure, you had imagined growing old with him as so many do, but it had been more so living next door to each other and sitting next to each other in the nursing home than dreaming of getting married and having children with him. but perhaps in a way there wasn't much change in your dream, just the erasure of iwaizumi’s potential future wife and your potential future partner.
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you and iwaizumi had know each other since birth – your parents were university friends and had stuck close together after graduation. you were even born in the same hospital, only a month or so apart.
you had been together since nappies and were practically joined at the hips from the moment you met.
he was there to help and comfort you when you were pushed over in the sandbox on the playground, on your first day of school when you cried after your parents left, and when you had had your first period and bled through your skirt at school: he was there for every important step of your life and made sure you were okay the whole way through it.
and when you got into high school and started dating, he was there for your first heartbreak.
he held you in his arms as you cried into his shoulder, sobbing about how much you had liked the guy and had completely thought, in your heart, that he was the one for you.
‘I was so stupid haji,’ you had mumbled into his shirt. ‘I can't believe i trusted him. I should've known from the start, ugh.’
once you had finished whining, he had offered some kind words.
‘it's not your fault he's a jerk. you couldn’tve known what an asshole he was.’ he said softly.
his words got a little smile out of you and you rubbed your eyes to clear them.
‘gees haji, I didn't know you were like that,’ you sniffed, trying to hide your small grin.
looking at your watery smile, iwaizumi knew that he would do anything in his power to never see you like this ever again; and deep down he prayed that you would one day see him the same way he saw you, so that maybe you might not be so heartbroken.
so he was there again for the second heartbreak, and the third. and each time he would hold you in his arms as you cried and watch a film with you until fell asleep on his shoulder. and everytime he watched you cry over another stupid boy, he longed to shout out how much better he would be for you. but he kept quiet and never said so much as a word about it – that was until oikawa sniffed it out and forced him to tell him his true feelings out loud.
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eleven o’clock on a chilly friday night was the first time you saw him in a new way; sitting in a playground on a pair of swings after an overly stressful week, talking about everything and nothing. the moonlight was soft on your faces as you slowly moved back and forth with the wind.
he let out a soft chuckle at some stupid remark you made, and as you turned your head to add more, your breath caught in throat. he was so beautiful. the glow of the half moon hit his face perfectly, making him appear almost ethereal. suddenly you noticed everything about him; the way his eyebrows furrowed when he laughed, the twitch in his lips when he smiled, the crinkle of his nose as he talked. the curve of his cheek shone and goodness the reflection in his eyes – it was like aphrodite herself had blessed him.
had he always looked like this? why had you never noticed before? had he ever seen you this way?
your heart dropped at the implications of your own thoughts, but in consolation you began to think: this was one of many moments you had seen him in the moonlight and only this one time had you ever such things - it must surely be a one time thing, maybe the exhaustion was getting to you; it was late at night after all.
and all whilst you were in your own head about this small dilemma, you tried to keep the conversation going, but now with a new feeling blossoming that had most certainly not been there before.
the next day, despite your belief of it being pure friendly appreciation, you found your mind drifting to your best friend constantly; the way he looked the night before, and your thoughts were almost completely simply circling him as you went through all your chores and homework - he seemed to never leave your mind after that.
but still, it was nothing - surely it was normal. it was probably just your longing to get away from all your boring activities.
and when you finally got to the Monday again, sitting on the train right next to him with your shoulders touching, with your heart beating out of your chest, you came to the conclusion that you were just anxious about your upcoming test.
even when he caught you “glancing” at him more than once, you (to yourself) claimed that you were simply checking up on your friend and making sure that he was focusing on the lesson. naturally, your getting caught ‘checking up on a friend’ had your heart thumping so hard you were sure the person sitting next to you could hear it. you turned away as nonchalantly as possible, trying your best to pretend you had never done such a thing as staring at him.
whilst you were trying to evade iwaizumi’s eyes, your teacher announced that you would be set on a project with the person you were sitting with.
a nightmare.
normally you were allowed to choose who you worked with – and of course it was always iwaizumi. you honestly couldn't even remember the last time you had spoken to the boy next to you as you turned to talk out the project.
‘so where do you wanna do it?’ you asked.
‘um, the library I guess. ‘
there was an awkward moment as both of you just stared at the table.
‘do you want my number?’ he suddenly asked. ‘uh– just so we can decide when we can meet easier, not for any you know… weird.. reason…'
‘sure,’ you watched as he wrote down his number and handed it to you. ‘thanks. I'll uh– message you.’
‘yeah.’
thankfully after that the bell rang and you could go to join iwaizumi and oikawa for lunch (where oikawa seemed to keep his nose out of your feelings for once).
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when you eventually messaged your partner for the project, the pair of you decided to meet at 6pm, after school everyday until the project was finished or due. when you agreed, you had failed to realise that the volleyball practise finished at 6pm.
after two hours of practise, iwaizumi left the changing room expecting to see you waiting for him, but instead he was met with an empty wall. he texted you where you were and you responded “with my project partner sorry!! I'll be going home later today. don't wait for me ill be okie :)”. his heart dropped as his mind immediately flickered to the boy that sat next to you, who he could have swore he had caught staring at you during lunch before and trying to make a move on you that you never caught.
oikawa stepped out into the colder evening air to join him.
‘aw, no y/n-chan this evening? she must be out cheating on you,’ he teased, but after the murderous look he got, he shut his mouth.
meanwhile you were sitting in the near empty library with your partner, typing away on a computer. your phone lit up with a message from your mum asking when you would be home, and he saw it.
‘no way you're into that show too! that's so sick, I had no idea!’ he half shouted, forgetting for a moment where he was.
‘oh my god I so do!’ you got extremely excited as you learned that you had something to bond over. ‘who's your favourite character?’
the pair of you spent the remaining hour just geeking out about the show and also discovering that you actually had many more common interests.
after that, you started hanging out with him a little more at break times, and talking more during class now that you actually had things in common with each other.
and everytime you left the classroom with him, iwaizumi felt his heart break just a little more. he knew you weren't his and he wasn't yours, but still he felt as if you were betraying him.
when oikawa came to your classroom at break time and saw you were gone, and saw iwaizumi’s expression, he knew something was up.
‘y/n is gone again? what did you do iwa-chan?’ he teased, half serious.
‘I didn't do anything! she’s just off with a new friend…’ he trailed off as he saw you and the boy passing by the classroom door, talking animatedly as you did.
oikawa also managed to spot you.
‘ooh. watch out, he might steal your girl,’ he grinned mischievously.
‘she's– not “my girl” shittykawa,’ iwaizumi snapped. ‘and he can't steal her ‘cos she's not mine.’
‘whatever you say…’ oikawa raised his eyebrows at him. ‘I bet he has a crush on her too,’ he said overly casually.
iwaizumi raised his head up immediately when heard that, before catching himself and faux coughing to try and avoid oikawa noticing – though he had already seen.
‘w–why would that matter to me?’
‘ugh, are you serious!’
but the more iwaizumi thought about it, the lower his heart fell. recently you hadn't been dating anymore, and maybe it was wrong of him, but he had raised his hopes that maybe, just maybe his feelings might be reciprocated; now he wasn't so sure. he felt like his chances were fading by the day and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
well.
maybe not nothing.
but there was no way he was going to risk your friendship for the miniscule possibility that you might like him back. he had been falling for you for three years already, what was a few more?
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a few days later at lunch oikawa decided to poke around.
‘so… who's the new guy you're hanging out with y/n?’
‘oh he's just my project partner! but I also found out that he basically likes everything that I like too! isn't that so exciting!’
oikawa glanced at iwaizumi.
‘oh really! what's his name?’ with this questions you began to sweat slightly – you never really asked, and it was a little late now.
‘ummm, something like “berry” or like something that rhymes with that..(I think).’
‘ha! you don't even know his name!’ oikawa screeched excitedly.
‘well duh, we're probably never gonna talk after this project anyways so it can't be that important… I hope.’
iwaizumi breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as the “berry” boy came over, asking to talk to you alone – while he was by the table, he had to avoid eye contact with iwaizumi.
when you left with him, oikawa let out a giggle.
‘aw iwa-chan~ it looked like you were gonna kill him with your eyes. are you sure it doesn't matter to you?’
‘shut up stupidkawa.’ he got up and walked away, thinking about where you could be – even after his cowardly thoughts during break, he didn't want to let you go without even knowing how he felt.
after a little wandering around he found where you were, and your cheeks were slightly warm. he hid behind a wall but was unable to catch what you were saying, all he could do was hope that it wasn't what he thought it was.
a few moments later, you appeared, nearly running him over with how fast you were going.
‘oh my goodness haji, I didn't see you there!’ you squeaked, when he caught you by the wrists so that you didn't fall.
‘y/n.’
oh dear. there was no way you could excuse the thumping of your heart now. he held you firmly but softly, gently keeping you stable, and you were so, so okay with it. more than okay with it. this was not something only friends felt. and finally, you accepted your fate, that you were totally, and helplessly in love with your best friend.
‘hi,’ you whisper, suddenly overcome with shyness at your realisation. ‘did you – ahem – overhear what he asked me?’
‘what did he ask, y/n,’ he begged, catching you off guard as your face grew hotter than ever. ‘please, I have to know.’
‘oh, he asked me out on a date. I said–’
‘don't go with him please. I'll do anything, just don't go.’ this side of iwaizumi was new to you, and you couldn't say that you didn't like it.
‘why?’ you asked breathlessly.
‘I like you– no, I love you, y/n. I've loved you for three years, maybe more. I don't think i can stand to see you with another man – I'm right here, and I will take care of you better than anyone please. I need you.’
you eyes were wide and your jaw slacked as you stared at him. the silence grew louder as you stood there, taking in what he had said; and he was getting more nervous by the second. he was about to leave when you, still reeling from the shock, said:
‘I like you too haji.’
his eyes widened, and you were both staring at each other with the same expression on your faces.
‘you do?’
‘yes, oh god I love you.’ you woke up from your trance and immediately brought his face to yours, kissing him softly as you put your arms around his neck.
after a moment, he put his hands on your waist and pulled you even closer to him as he smiled into the kiss.
‘I can't believe it. you like me.’ he murmured between kisses. ‘I never thought–’
‘OH MY GOD EW! EUGH!’ you and iwaizumi flew apart when you heard the familiar screams of oikawa. ‘I didn't think I'd come here to find you two eating each other's faces!’
‘shuddup oikawa.’ both your faces were burning as you stood two meters away from each other.
‘but i am so glad you guys are finally together. do you know how many times I've tried to force iwa to ask you out?’
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