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"Lintik na pagibig"

— Iwaizumi 2024

(For non-filos, lintik means lightning, and pag-ibig means love, so literally the translation would be lightning love, but lintik is also used as an exclamation)

Love takes many forms. Sometimes it's a slow burn, gently eating at your heart and soul. Or maybe it can come naturally, you see it coming and it just happens. But Iwaizumi didn't expect you to come into his life like lightning.

It was electrifying. Seeing your soft smile sent shocks straight into his heart. But lightning, by nature's design, left as fast as it came. Maybe it was fate, meeting for a brief period. After all, lightning leaves traces. One strike could start a fire that consumes a whole forest.

That's exactly what you did to him, and he's not just gonna let you go so easily.

OOOOOOOOOIIIIIII!!!!! PINOY!!!!!!! 🇵🇭 ❤️💥🔥 PINOOOOOOOOOYYYY!!!!! 🇵🇭❤️💥❤️‍🔥🔥 PINOYYYYY 💥💥🔥❤️OIYYYYYY!!!!!! 🇵🇭❤️❤️❤️❤️💥🔥💥🇵🇭🇵🇭💥💥 PILIPINAAAAASSSS!!!!! ❤️‍🔥🇵🇭💥💥💥 PINOOOOOOYYYY PRIIIIIDEEEE!!!!!!❤️‍🔥🇵🇭🔥💥🇵🇭❤️‍🔥❤️💥❤️ LAABAAAAAAN PILIPINAAAAASSSS!!!! ❤️🇵🇭❤️‍🔥🔥💥❤️‍🔥💥 AMIINNNN ANG WEST PHILIPPINE SEA!!!!!! 🇵🇭❤️‍🔥❤️KWEK-KWEK💥❤️FISHBALL💥❤️ISAW💥❤️‍🔥KARE-KARE❤️‍🔥💥 SUMAN 🇵🇭LECHON 🇵🇭SINIGANG 🇵🇭 ADOBO 🇵🇭BULALO 🇵🇭 TORTANG TALONG 🇵🇭 TINOLA 🇵🇭 BICOL EXPRESS 🇵🇭 TURON 🇵🇭 KARE KARE 🇵🇭 DAING 🇵🇭RED HORSE🇵🇭 EMPERADOR🇵🇭 TANDUAY🇵🇭 GINEBRA 🇵🇭 SAN MIGUEL🇵🇭❤️‍🔥 BARONG TAGALOG 🔥💥🇵🇭 RIZAL 💥❤️‍🔥BONIFACIO🇵🇭🔥 LAPU LAPU 🇵🇭 JUAN LUNA💥🔥 MANNY PACQUIAO!! 🔥💥🇵🇭🥊❤️‍🔥 PILIPINS NUMBAWAN 1️⃣❤️‍🔥🇵🇭💥

I AINT TISOY!!, IM PINOY!!!!! ❤️‍🔥🇵🇭🔥RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!🌋💥🦅🦅🦅

Ps. I'm still working on the Paki-sabi fic, making banners is hard😭😭😭 giraffic design is NOT my pashun😔

COMPARING HAND SIZES — ft. osamu miya, atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime

warnings — reader/you is implied to be shorter because of hand size difference, also let names (baby & love)

⨳OSAMU was confused as to why you wanted to compare hand sizes. you’ve held hands a million times so you both knew your hands were smaller. “do you just wanna hold my hand?” he asked with a skeptical look across his face. “maybe, maybe not.” you shrugged with a cheeky smile. letting out a sigh the man held up one of his hands and you pressed yours against it immediately. “would’ve never have guess your hands were bigger,” you joke before he interlocks your fingers. “yeah i bet,” osamu says sarcastically, rolling his eyes before leaning in and planting a quick kiss to your lips.

⨳ATSUMU would’ve suggested it not you. he thinks he’s so slick about it too. “baby let me see how different our hand sizes are,” he sort of asks before grabbing your hand and putting it right on his. “tsumu are you being serious right now?” you scoff when you feel him pull your hand to his. “you’ve got small hands,” he notes out loud as if you weren’t already aware. “good observation tsumu.” you roll your eyes pulling your hand away. “you’re no fun,” he pouts from beside you. without saying anything you grab his closest hand and interlock your fingers. “look we can hold hands,” you say holding up your hands. atsumu smiles at your hands and leans in to kiss your cheek.

⨳AKAASHI knew you were up to something when you asked for his hand. “why?” he asked cautiously as he held out his hand to you. “comparing hand size,” you responded while putting your palms on his. “wait, lowkey we have the same hand size.” you giggle at the sight. akaashi furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at your hands. two different sizes—completely different. “you think you’re funny.” he told you as he got a firm grip on your hand and puked you close to him. “completely different hand sizes love,” akaashi added before kissing the top of your forehead. “nice try though”

⨳IWAIZUMI always feeds into your antics and lets you do whatever. he can tolerate your nonsense because it’s second nature to him. “why are we comparing hand sizes like we’re in junior high?” he asked while holding his hand up to you. “i need an excuse to hold your hand.” you admit while placing your pal on his proudly. the brunette’s eyebrows are drawn together in confusion for a moment. “you don’t need an excuse,” he tells you and you smile. “i know i know, let me have fun for once,” you dismiss before interlocking your fingers with his. “fine,” he shakes his head lightly before kissing the top of your head.

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When He Falls Asleep on You (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m back to my same old spiel of “it’s been a while” and “I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in (insert time) days!” Truth is, I just haven’t had the time to write like I know some of y’all haven’t had the time to read. However, I’m happy to be back, even if it is just for this one post. I hope y’all are doing good, and enjoy!

Word count: 1005

Bokuto Koutarou: 

While his falling asleep on you is usually an accident (considering it’s much easier to admire you while he’s awake), he certainly always makes the best of the situation. 

He nods off and his head slumps to your shoulder and instinctively you want to push him away because you just know him drooling is an inevitability but, no, a sleeping Bokuto is an adorable Bokuto.

He mumbles in his sleep. You’ve learned that from experience.

Black and white hairs tickle your neck but you don’t dare to scratch partly because one of his arms is already wrapped around you locking your own against your sides and partly because waking him would be a crime upon nature. 

It only tickles for a few moments anyway because in a matter of seconds he’s curling in deeper, snuggling his forehead against your throat while his legs clamber into your lap.

It’s awkward. It’s hot. It’s not quite a boyfriend cuddling his girlfriend and more so a koala straddling a tree branch. 

But it’s a classic Bokuto cuddle-bordering-on-suffocation situation so you settle in for what will be an awkward, hot bus ride. 

And eventually you lean your head on his and fall asleep because, eh, why not.

Konoha totally has pictures that he sells to Bokuto later

Tsukishima Kei: 

More often than not, when Tsukishima Kei falls asleep on the bus, he goes full turtle. 

Blond head perched back on the top of the bus seat, headphones around his neck while his mouth hangs open in a soundless snore. This dude is usually conked. 

(He’s learned to sit near the front of the bus lest he risk another session of “What can Kageyama and Tanaka throw into Tsukishima’s mouth?”)

So when his head lolls to the side and rests ever so delicately on the edge of your shoulder, you freeze like a deer in headlights. 

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so don’t you dare screw it up. 

However… his glasses press really hard into the bony part of your shoulder. 

At first, you try to suffer through the pain, taking timed, measured breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth. 

Then you contemplate humming to distract yourself, but you drop that strategy the instant he twitches on your first note. 

It’s too much. Come on, there’s no way there isn’t a bruise there by now!

The constant digging of plastic into your bone is insufferable at this point. You needed to eradicate the problem if this rare event was to continue.

You inch your right hand up ever so slowly, keeping your breathing steady so as to not frighten the flighty creature resting upon you. 

You turn your head just a touch and your chin brushes the hair atop his head, but he doesn’t disturb one bit at the slight tousle--thank God.

With two pinching fingers you grab the frames and remove them with the delicate touch of butterfly wings. 

Almost there… almost… have them...

Then Tsukishima stirs. 

“Screw it.” You yank the glasses away and drop them into your lap before returning your hand to the side of his face. 

“YN, what are you-” he cuts off in a grunt as you shove his head back onto your shoulder. 

“Shhhh.”

“YN.” His voice is muffled from his face being smushed into your shirt.

“Shhhh. Don’t ruin it.”

“YN-”

“Escape is futile.” You pat his cheek as the rest of his body squirms like a fish caught in a net. “Accept your fate, Tsukki.”

Iwaizumi Hajime: 

Sticky. Sweaty. Warm. 

You have no doubt that as soon as Iwaizumi wakes up, you will have to peel your shirt from his face like a sticker. 

But you figure he deserves the rest. He played a great game and is understandably worn out. 

And you’d be damned if you didn’t want to play pillow for him from time to time. 

No, he’s not your boyfriend, but you certainly wish he was. 

One of his hands fell onto your thigh the second he drifted off and your own hovers over it, an eagle waiting to land. 

God, he’s so warm. Like a personal heater. The bus was pretty cold too considering Iwaizumi had the bright idea of leaving your seat’s window open for whatever reason. 

The first time you complained about the cold, he offered you his jacket. However, two seconds after his offer your cheeks were burning enough to warm the rest of your body so refused. 

And now here you were, almost losing consciousness yourself on account of how comfortable you’d grown in this position. 

A nap… surely a nap wouldn’t hurt. 

Today’s game had asked for a five a.m. arrival at the school, one seven hour bus ride down to the opponent, and one returning. It was understandable that you were exhausted yourself. 

The eagle landed and your drooping eyes slipped closed. Iwaizumi’s hair--so soft--felt like the perfect cushion as you slipped into warm, deep sleep. 

The soft pressure on Iwaizumi’s head allowed for a small smile to grow on his face. 

Fucking finally.

Just one eye peered open and though he couldn’t see much, your hand resting flat on his just so happened to be the perfect sight. 

He waited until your breathing truly evened out before moving, slowly flipping his hand palm up and intertwining your fingers between his. 

His eyes began to blur once more and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before giving in to the tiredness completely, grinning at the soft sigh you released. 

Yes. Finally.

Confessions: Iwaizumi

The overhead lights buzz faintly, casting a dim yellow glow over empty desks and scattered papers. Practice ended hours ago, but you’re still here—half because you’re sorting through lineup sheets for Coach, and half because Iwaizumi never knows how to leave when Oikawa’s still in the gym pretending he’s immortal.

It’s just the two of you now. Oikawa finally gave up ten minutes ago, muttering something about stretching at home, and the silence that follows his absence is a rare kind of peace. You can hear Iwaizumi breathing again. That quiet, controlled rhythm he always slips back into once he isn’t yelling, chasing, fixing. The gym’s been quiet, too, like it’s exhaling after hours of pounding sneakers and shouting voices.

He’s sitting across from you now, chair turned backward, arms crossed over the backrest. Watching you. Probably not even trying to. He just does that—studies you like you’re part of the game plan, like your existence needs analyzing in case it ever falls out of line.

“You should go home,” you mutter without looking up, thumbing through one of the stat sheets. “You’re gonna pass out before you make it up the hill.”

“I could say the same to you,” he fires back, voice low, tired but still that familiar gravel that’s embedded itself into the fabric of your after-practice routine.

You shoot him a look, but it doesn’t have much heat. “Yeah, but I’m not the one who’s been diving face-first into the court all evening.”

He smirks. Leans his chin onto his forearm and shrugs, like the ache in his shoulder isn’t something he’s been carrying for weeks now. You wonder if he even notices the way he favors it. Probably. He just ignores it.

“You never quit,” you murmur, half to yourself.

“Neither do you.”

You don’t say anything to that. Mostly because it’s true. He sees right through you. Always has.

The silence stretches. It’s comfortable, warm in the way only Iwaizumi can make it feel. There’s no pressure to fill it. No need to perform. He’s always been like that—solid, grounded, the kind of person you could fall into without worrying if they’d catch you. And he would. Every time.

You’re not sure when you started noticing it. The way his hands lingered when he handed you a towel. The way he remembered how you liked your drinks cold, not iced. The way he always checked your clipboard before practice started, just in case you forgot something. He never made a show of it. He just… did. Like breathing.

You look up at him, and he’s already watching you.

You blink. “What?”

He shrugs again. “Nothing.”

“Creepy.”

His smirk deepens. “You’re the one talking to yourself.”

“I was talking to you.”

“Sure.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, and you hate that it’s so easy with him. So natural. Like your heart hasn’t been clenching in your chest for months now, like every little moment with him doesn’t echo louder than it should. It’s loud right now. Deafening.

You look back at the papers. “Seriously, though. You should rest. You’ve got a game this weekend, and if you overdo it now—”

“I know.”

Of course he knows. He always does. That’s part of the problem.

You press your thumb into your temple, eyes scanning over messy handwriting. Your back aches. Your stomach’s been growling since the second set ended. You know you should pack it up and go home, but there’s something sticky in the air tonight. Something that hasn’t settled.

“Here,” Iwaizumi says suddenly, and before you can react, he’s pushing something across the table.

A protein bar. Slightly squished, but still sealed.

Your brow furrows. “You brought this for me?”

He scratches at the back of his neck. “You always forget to eat after practice. Thought I’d try being useful.”

You stare at him. “You’re already useful. Like, medically essential. You’re the only reason Oikawa still has knees.”

He snorts. “I mean to you.”

The air shifts.

It’s subtle. Barely a tremor. But it leaves everything a little quieter, a little sharper.

You don’t answer. Just take the protein bar and turn it over in your hand. You trace the crinkled edges of the wrapper with your thumb like it’s a puzzle.

“Thanks,” you say finally, soft. “That’s… thoughtful.”

He shrugs like it’s nothing. But his eyes are still on you. Warmer now. He looks like he wants to say something else but doesn’t know if he should.

You try to focus on the sheets again, but your fingers don’t move. The pen in your hand feels suddenly pointless.

“You ever get tired of it?” you ask, your voice quieter now. “Doing everything for everyone else?”

He hums, leaning back. “Yeah. Sometimes.”

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

Another pause. His voice, when it comes, is soft. Almost too soft.

“Because I care.”

You glance up at him.

His eyes don’t waver. “It matters to me. That people are okay. That you’re okay.”

Your breath catches.

You open your mouth to say something, anything—but the words knot up in your throat. They don’t come.

And then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he says it.

“I love you.”

Just like that. No lead-up. No dramatics. Just the truth, falling out of his mouth like it’s been there the whole time. Like he’s been saying it in a hundred other ways already.

You freeze.

He freezes.

It’s only a heartbeat of silence, but it stretches. Stretches until it feels like the air might snap.

He blinks. Swallows hard. “I—shit. I didn’t mean to—I mean, I did, but I wasn’t gonna—fuck.”

You just stare at him.

He runs a hand through his hair, the picture of calm unraveling. “Forget I said that.”

“Hajime—”

“No, seriously. I didn’t want to make this weird. I just—shit, I don’t know. You were just… sitting there, and I—”

“Stop talking.”

He does. Immediately.

You reach for him without hesitation—close the space between you, one hand curling into the collar of his sweatshirt as you pull him down and press your lips to his.

It’s soft at first, like you’re testing the waters. But he responds almost instantly, his hands rising to your back, grounding you like always. Like he’s been waiting. Like he’s been holding his breath.

The kiss is short, almost clumsy, but it burns. You can feel every second of restraint he’s practiced up until this point unraveling between you.

When you finally pull away, breath shallow, he’s staring at you like he’s still trying to catch up. Like he’s not sure it really happened.

And then you smile, smug but breathless.

"Took you long enough," you whisper, your voice barely grazing the space between you before you're kissing him again—firmer this time, with all the words neither of you said until now pressed into the space where your mouths meet.

He smiles against your lips.

This time, he kisses you back like he means it.

Jealousy: Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi was good at controlling himself.

He had to be—he worked in a gym, surrounded by athletes, lifters, and fitness junkies who all looked like they were carved from stone. He’d seen enough shirtless guys flexing in mirrors to be immune to it.

Or at least, he thought he was immune.

Until today. Until this guy.

Some shredded gym bro with veins popping, abs tight, sweat glistening just right under the gym lights, standing at the bench press and calling for you.

Not him. Not any of the other trainers. You.

“Hey,” the guy said, voice smooth, cocky. “Think you can check my form?”

You—being the professional, non-suspecting menace that you are—nodded immediately. “Sure thing.”

Iwaizumi didn’t react at first. Just kept his eyes on you from across the room, his towel draped over his shoulder, fingers twitching slightly against the water bottle in his hand.

Because he already knew what was coming.

He knew what this guy wanted.

And so did you.

But that didn’t stop you from walking over, from crouching beside the guy, adjusting his grip, your fingers brushing against his forearm, his bicep, your voice sweet and focused.

Iwaizumi exhaled sharply through his nose.

You weren’t even flirting. You were genuinely coaching him. Adjusting his wrist placement, explaining the mechanics of the movement, giving clear, professional advice.

But the guy? He was milking it.

“Oh, like this?” he asked, purposefully getting it wrong again.

You frowned slightly, stepping closer, placing your hands lightly on his arms to guide him. “Not quite. Here, you should feel tension through your chest, not just your shoulders.”

You gave him a quick tap on his tricep, then his pec. “Feel that?”

The guy grinned. “Not really. Maybe I just need a better pump.”

Iwaizumi rolled his neck, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

You, ever the dedicated trainer, didn’t immediately clock the bullshit. Instead, you pressed lightly against his bicep, checking the engagement. “It should activate here—”

The guy flexed slightly, purely for show.

And that’s when Iwaizumi had enough.

He made his way over, casual but not really, and stopped beside you, tilting his head slightly.

“Boss is looking for you,” he said, voice low and impossible to argue with. “I’ll take over.”

You blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, what—”

But he was already guiding you away, firm but careful, not giving you a chance to protest before turning back to the guy.

“Alright, man.” Iwaizumi cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s see that form.”

The guy nodded, picked up the bar—

And immediately, his form was perfect.

Not a single issue.

Iwaizumi just stared. “Huh.”

The guy hesitated, shifting awkwardly. "Uh… well, I just need a spot."

Iwaizumi nodded slowly, expression unreadable. "Oh. Yeah? No problem."

As he stepped into position behind the bench, you decided to check if your boss had actually needed you. You made your way toward the reception desk, leaning over slightly. "Hey, did the boss ask for me?"

The receptionist frowned, shaking their head. "Nope. Haven't seen them call for anyone."

You paused, then huffed out a small laugh, shaking your head to yourself. "It’s alright."

Turning around, you smiled knowingly.

By the time you returned, Iwaizumi was finishing up with the guy. "Yeah, your form is practically perfect now. Looks like that advice really helped."

The dude muttered a quick "Thanks" before grabbing his towel and heading toward the lockers, a little too quickly.

You raised a brow at Iwaizumi. "Boss didn't need me for anything."

He didn’t even flinch. "Huh. Weird."

You stared at him, lips twitching. "Super weird."

His smirk was casual, smug. "Well, he really did improve, didn’t he?"

You hummed, stretching your arms overhead before tilting your head at him, eyes playful. "If only I had someone to improve my form..."

Before you could take another step, his hand was on your waist, firm, warm, pulling you back against him. His other hand slid down, palming your ass with a slow squeeze that made your breath hitch.

He leaned in, voice low and rough. "Just wait until we get home."

Unrequited Love: Oikawa (Bonus)

The team was loud, as always.

Oikawa, now freshly showered and looking somewhat like himself again, was in the middle of being teased by Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

“So, Captain, let’s talk about your tragic love life,” Matsukawa said, slinging an arm around Oikawa’s shoulders.

Hanamaki took a dramatic sip of his drink. “Yeah, we all knew she was gonna break up with you before you did. What does that say about you, huh?”

“Shut up,” Oikawa groaned, smacking Matsukawa’s arm off him, though there was no real heat behind it. You could see his mood rising with every passing moment.

“Hey, at least you still have volleyball,” Matsukawa said, raising his glass like he was making a toast.

“Right, the one true love of your life,” Hanamaki added with a smirk.

Oikawa sighed dramatically. “You guys are the worst.”

You watched from the side, letting their banter wash over you. The ache from earlier was still there, a dull weight in your chest, but at least Oikawa wasn’t sulking anymore. That was the important thing.

A presence appeared beside you, and you didn’t even have to look to know it was Hajime.

“I’m impressed,” he admitted, crossing his arms as he watched Oikawa shove Hanamaki. “I tried to get him out of bed earlier, but he wouldn’t budge.”

You smirked, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “That’s because you don’t know how to sweet-talk him, Hajime.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. If I tried sweet-talking Oikawa, I’d never hear the end of it.”

You snickered. “Yeah, he’d probably take that as an invitation to propose.”

Hajime shook his head, amused, before glancing at you, his expression shifting into something more knowing. “So,” he said casually, “are you going to make a move, or are we just going to keep going in circles?”

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. “Please, you should’ve seen what he told me earlier.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow.

You turned to him, pressing a hand to your chest mockingly, and sighed dramatically. “He looked me in the eye, Hajime. And do you know what he said?”

Hajime waited.

“You’re a good friend,” you deadpanned, voice dripping with bitterness.

Hajime winced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “So, no, I’m not making a move. Not when he clearly doesn’t see me that way.”

Hajime was quiet for a moment before shrugging. “You never know. He’s an idiot. You might have to spell it out for him.”

You huffed, watching as Oikawa dramatically whined about something to the others. “Yeah, well… I think I’ve done enough for one night.” Then you hear a whine of your name. You look over to Oikawa's pleading face along with Matsun's and Makki's devious ones.

“You promised me they would give me a break!” Oikawa suddenly called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of the team. His eyes locked onto yours, pleading dramatically, though the glint of betrayal was exaggerated.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “C’mon, guys, give him some slack,” you called, raising your hands in surrender.

Hanamaki gasped in mock offense. “Oh, so now you’re defending him?”

“She’s going soft,” Matsukawa said, shaking his head.

“I am not going soft,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

Hajime, beside you, smirked before stepping forward. “Actually, now that I think about it… didn’t Oikawa almost cry in first-year when he lost his favorite knee pads?”

Oikawa whipped around. “Iwa-chan.”

“Oh, right!” Hanamaki’s eyes lit up. “The ones with the little stars on them?”

“You guys swore to take that to the grave!” Oikawa cried, scandalized.

“I don’t know, man,” Matsukawa said, leaning back with a grin. “Kind of sounds like a moment that deserves to be remembered.”

As the teasing escalated, Oikawa slumped in his seat, arms crossed, pouting like a child. “I hate all of you.”

You laughed at the whole exchange, and when you glanced back at Oikawa, expecting him to still be sulking, you caught something different—something small, almost imperceptible.

He was smiling.

It was barely there, just a slight tug at the corners of his lips, but it was real. And for a brief moment, as his gaze lifted, he met your eyes.

The world around you blurred, and warmth spread through your chest. You swore you felt your heart stutter, just for a second.

And then, as quickly as the moment had happened, you cursed yourself for it.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, tearing your gaze away.

Oikawa was still laughing with the others, completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

You exhaled, shaking your head, willing the butterflies away.

Hajime, still standing beside you, didn’t say anything, but when you glanced at him, he was looking at you with a knowing expression.

“Not a word,” you muttered.

He smirked. “Didn’t say anything.”

You groaned, shoving his shoulder, but he only chuckled in response.

Husbandry: Iwaizumi

It was the dead of night. Your shared bedroom bathed in the night, light speckling from the nightlife in Tokyo. It was perfectly peaceful, and ever since you had found out you were pregnant with Hajime's child, was the perfect condition for you to have a restful sleep. The temperature exactly how you wanted it, the right amount of blanket, and of course, your sleeping husband's chest to rest your head. And yet, you lay wide awake.

You sigh, turning the other way, hoping it would magically put you to sleep. It didn't. All you could focus on was your stomach eating itself in hunger. You hadn't expected your appetite to increase this much so fast, but instead of eating for two you, it was more like a small villiage. You curse yourself, giving into temptation of the beast in your stomach and move to get up. "Hm? Where are you going?" Your husband's voice is rough with sleep as he squints at you. You look at him somewhat sheepily before whispering back, "I'm just getting something to eat, go back to sleep" With a kiss to his forehead. You, thinking that would be all, are shocked when you still feel his hand pulling you back. "Hold on." He grunts as he also moves to get out of bed. You're quick to stop him, "Oh, no you don't have to-"

"Can I not feed my wife and kid?" He asks gently in your ear, giving you a kiss on the side of the head before taking you to the kitchen, heart fluttering in your chest so hard you could feel it.

You Can't Be Serious NSFW (Reader x Iwaizumi)

High school is an extremely short era in people's lives. The choices you make don’t really matter, and the friends you made in that time usually wash away in the memories that overtake you in the cruel hours of early morning.

For most people at least.

In life, you’d guess that the world was split in two with these drastically different, but equally true opinions. But for you, it’d definitely be the first one. Had you not randomly joined the Seijoh High School boys' volleyball club on a whim as manager in your first year, you were very sure that your life would be completely different than it is right now.

You wouldn’t have four best friends that you keep in contact and chat with almost every day, and even more so, you wouldn’t being engaged at this very moment.

Yes, you were in fact engaged to your first crush and one of your very best friends. You weren’t high school sweethearts, and it wasn’t love at first sight, but more of a gradual thing that had started by the start of college and grown into something that you wouldn’t trade for the world. The ring adorning your left hand was a weight you’ve gladly grown accustomed to, having the ability to make you smile whenever the glimmer of the diamond caught your eye.

Of course, smiling to yourself in a random café was a little embarrassing, but hell if you couldn’t stop yourself. Instead, your smiling turned from the ring to the man you called out your name. You wouldn’t' be surprised if the people sitting in nearby tables thought that the man coming towards you, seemingly intimidating with the number of piercings and tattoos he had, however canceled out with the lazy grin slapped on his face, was your husband-to-be. But you both knew better.

“Hey there, Iwaizumi-san.” Matsukawa’s voice is light and teasing as he approaches your table, with you standing to greet him properly, head shaking slightly at his antics. You give him a quick hug, smiling up at him.

“You don’t have to call me that Issei. Though I will admit it does have a nice ring to it.” He hums as you both go to sit at the table again. “Also, you’re twenty minutes late. What’d you do, crawl here?”

Matsukawa clicks his tongue.

“I came here as fast as I could. It takes a lot of effort to look this good you know.” His arm raises to gesture at himself, jacket slipping down a little ways down his wrist where you could see the beginning of his most recent tattoo that you were against him getting. (What, 14 aren’t enough for you?) You snort.

“Believe me, I know.” He raises his pierced brow at you.

“Hey, it's just chance Hajime got to you first. I could’ve had you if I wanted you.” Its’ your turn to raise a brow.

“Issei... You’re gay.” His response is immediate.

“And he’s goddamn lucky I am. You would’ve fallen for me in an instant if I turned it on back then.” If this wasn’t considered a nice place, you’re sure he would’ve put his feet up on the table, confidence and pride just oozing off him, in the way you admittedly loved.

“Really now? Well, I’m sure my personal trainer fiancé would love to hear that.” A beat of silence hits the table.

“You play dirty.”

You shrug. “Where’s the fun in playing fair?”

“You gotta point.” You chuckle, finally looking at the menu given to you when you were first seated at the table. Matsukawa had actually invited you to lunch, for what you had assumed would be a mini celebration of yours and Hajime’s engagement, but only problem is...

Hajime wasn’t invited. In fact, you were told not to tell him you were going at all.

And, to your knowledge, he was a supposed to be a pretty important aspect of the celebration. When you had initially asked the reason to this impromptu lunch, and why you were told to keep it a secret from your fiancé, Matsukawa had been danced around the question, saying something along the lines of ‘What, I can’t ask one of my best friends to a random lunch? What is up with this society?’

Needless to say, you were suspicious.

You conspicuously look up from your menu, watching Matsukawa as he read his casually. As though this meeting was truly innocent, like there was nothing up his sleeve.

You’d known this man much too long to think for any second he’d do anything with innocent intent.

A server comes and takes your orders quickly and tells you that your food should arrive shortly. In this time, you figure out a proper strategy to try and find out what the hell this man is planning.

“So...” You start, fingers lightly circling the wooden table separating you two. “Mind telling me why you brought me out here so suddenly and why I was sworn to secrecy?” Matsukawa looks to you with half lidded eyes like he usually does, smile light and playful. Truly, an amazing poker face. Had you known him any less you

would’ve been none the wiser, but thankfully, you knew him all too well.

“I can’t take some time out of my very busy work life to see my favourite person in our ragtag group? Do you trust me that little?” You deadpan.

“Yes, I trust you that little. And what busy work life? Takahiro literally just told me you went out and bought as many RubberDucks with sunglasses you could find two days ago. For fun.” He scoffs.

“Well, excuse you, my work is very tiring. I need to find some ways to relax.” You can’t stop the roll of your eyes.

“You work at a funeral home and part time.”

“One could argue I’m doing the Lord’s work.” You fail to mask your face with the veil of annoyance, letting your smile take away any intensity you might’ve had. Chats with Matsukawa definitely didn’t get old.

“Then being the Lord’s helper, don’t you think you could cut the bullshit and tell me what it is you want from me?” He snickers, then goes silent. His face turns deadly serious in an instant, and his eyes meet yours. His stare was so intense you started to get a bit frightened. Was there actually something going on?

“I’m pregnant.” The tightening you felt in your chest was lifted as your tired sigh filled the air surrounding you. You wonder if this lunch was actually worth your time, in the moments that Matsukawa tries to contain his laughter to small chuckles.

“Issei...” He raises his hands in the air in surrender.

“Fine, fine. I brought you out here because I wanted to give you a little engagement present.” Your mood significantly lightens up at his words, mostly because the tiny anxieties in the back of your head of something bad really happening was finally put at bay. The sound of a ruffled paper bag hits your ears as he pulls your present from under the table and on top. (Really, how did you not notice it earlier?)

But you were still a little confused.

“And Hajime couldn’t know because?” Your question trails on as you grab the bag, peering over the table to a smaller white box in the bag. The box was unmarked, and you wondered what it could be.

“He’d beat the shit outta me.” Matsukawa said matter of factly. “He told us no gifts, remember?” Come to think about it, you do remember that. After he announced that you two were engaged to Matsukawa, Hanamakki, and Oikawa you vividly remember Oikawa over video crying about the things he could send from Barcelona, and Hajime saying that’d he punch him the next time they met if he did.

Hajime didn’t really like gifts all that much and it was understandable. He was the kind of guy who appreciated your company more than materialistic objects, which is something you did find really sweet. And he wasn’t alone in his opinion either, since you didn’t really like gifts either, but your reasoning was much shallower; In all honesty, having to remember who gave what and try to reciprocate the level of quality that person had given you before is a hassle.

You’d rather just be given money and be done with it.

But you would be lying to say that it didn’t feel nice to have someone go through the trouble of doing this.

“Aw, Issei... You didn’t have to...” He smiled again, slightly more genuine than the last. “It’s not a problem.” You thanked him, before enthusiastically looking at the box, attempting to open it.

“Actually, I’d refrain from opening it now.” He stops you dead in your tracks, and you look up confused.

“Huh? Why?”

“Let’s just say it's something you definitely wanna open alone.” Your expression makes him laugh but he doesn’t say anything further. You have half the nerve to throw caution to wind and open it anyways, but something deep inside your conscience tells you to listen to him. You hold your slightly concerned gaze, as you gently place the box back into the bag.

“Alright then...” You say cautiously, putting the bag next to your chair. “Can you at least tell me what it is?” His grin turns Cheshire.

“I’m bound by the law of my own unwillingness, and it has extremely strict regulations. So, unfortunately, I’m unable to tell you at this current moment in time. You’ll just have to see for yourself.” He says causally as he watches you slump back in your seat like a child with a laugh. You give him a side glance.

"So, you really just called me out here to give me this?”

“Yup.”

“With no other allterior motive?”

“Nope.” You sigh again, right as your food is being delivered. You both give a quick thanks.

“And you couldn’t have told me this over the phone?”

“What fun is that?” He says, mouth now full of food. You scoff as you begin to eat

your own, still slightly annoyed for being worried over seemingly nothing. Matsukawa notices.

“Aww, are you mad? What can I do for you to forgive me?” His mock pleading voice makes you smile again despite yourself. You click your tongue.

“You can start by treating me.” And with that you drop it. _________________________

The rest of the meal was quite pleasant, with Matsukawa paying for your meal just like you asked and congratulating you once again. You make plans to have lunch again with him and Hanamakki sometime soon, then finally leave for home.

During the meal, you mostly forgot about the present Matsukawa got for you. Sure, the delivery was weird, but Matsukawa was just weird in nature, so you didn’t really think much of it. You loosely held the bag in your hand as you took the train ride home. Your walk back was calm, and everything was ordinary until you returned to the small one-bedroom apartment that you and Hajime shared.

“I’m home!” You called out, taking off your coat and shoes. You hear no response. You crinkle your nose. Hajime should be home by now. You walk into the living, looking for your fiancé, to find a small note on the little table you have your meals on.

Had to pick up someone's shift at the gym, so I’ll be home late tonight. Don’t worry about food I’ll get some on the way. Love you, Hajime

You feel warmth race through you at the note. You always teased him about stuff like this, saying that he should text you instead, but he still did it anyways.

Not that it matters anyways, he knows you like it.

You let a little exhale as you place the note back down. Looks like you're on your own for the rest of the evening. You decide that today would be the perfect time to do nothing but lazy around, since you haven’t done that in a long time and it’s a Friday night damnit. Living an adult lifestyle can be so tiring sometimes, and you deserve a break.

You nod to yourself and prepare for a day of relaxing, throwing your clothes into your hamper and taking the necessary items for a long hot shower. You take your time, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles, and calm you down entirely.

By the time you finish, the bathroom is full of steam, and you know that you’re going to cringe at your water bill this month, but at the moment you didn’t care. You wrap

yourself with your towel and exit filled with bliss. Mind free of all ailments. At least until your eyes land on that paper bag.

You stare at it, and you swear it stares back at you. Every second that passes, you feel your curiosity peak more and more until you can barely stand it.

“Let’s just say it's something you definitely wanna open alone.”

Matsukawa’s words bounce around in your head, and it is his words that make you grab the bag and move to your bedroom, setting it on the bed before removing the unmarked box from its confinements.

You’re eager yet weirdly cautious as you open the box, seeing nothing but coloured tissue paper on the surface. Removing that you find a smaller package. Picking it up you instantly recognize it as the weight of clothes.

Seems normal enough. Why would I not want to open this in public?

You rip the packaging open, to be met with the reason as to why he didn’t want you opening this in public. Your jaw dropped.

It was the sluttiest lingerie set you’d ever seen, in fact, lingerie would be an overstatement.

Lingerie had more fabric than this monstrosity.

It came with a thick light pink collar, and you wish that the was the worst of it. The top was completely pink mesh, made to show everything except the nipples, which even then didn’t do that job correctly because you knew there was no way that would be covering anything properly with this material. The panties, if you could even call them that, were just three pink strings, not even covering what underwear was supposed to cover.

And of course, there were some thigh highs. Because why not add more to this shitshow.

Your face grows more and more red as you stare at the ‘clothes’ in your hands. You stare and stare, and stare... Until your embarrassment of holding such an item turns to pure rage and bitter resentment towards the person that is Matsukawa Issei.

You dial his number in anger and shame, getting more pissed for every ring you hear. Finally, he answers. You don’t even give him time to say hello.

“You perverted son of a bitch.” There’s a pause.

“Hi, you’ve actually reached the boyfriend of the aforementioned ‘perverted son of a bitch’. Can I be of service to you?” Hanamakki’s tone is mockingly serious, amplified over the crispness of the phone audio, and you’re really not in the mood.

“Where the hell is Issei?”

“I’m afraid he’s occupied with a couple dozen RubberDucks and a bath. Perhaps I can solve your issue?” You scoff.

“My issue is that your boyfriend is a sick fuck.” You practically spit. There's another pause.

“Didn’t we establish this? Like a long time ago?” You let out an exasperated sigh. You don’t know why you’re even bothering at this point, there are two peas of the same pod; they were practically made for each other.

“Takahiro, I’m serious. You won’t believe what that rat bastard gave me as an ‘engagement present’.” You use the term present lightly. Like anyone would ever want this.

“Yeah, I know. Can you believe I owe his dumbass a 1000 yen now?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, letting out another scoff unintentionally.

“You knew?”

“Please, I was the one who picked it out.” You tried multiple times to make sensible sentences, but your frustration was getting the better of you. Hanamakki listens to you stumble over your sentences patiently. You take a couple of deep breaths, not wanting your blood pressure to rise.

“Why?” You stress, after realizing that you wouldn’t be able to form anything coherent.

“I’ve actually prepared a whole presentation on this subject matter. It mostly concentrates on, ‘Why the hell not?’” He snickers.

You could swear you saw read.

“Takahiro.” Your tone is clearly conveying your current emotions because you swore you could hear Hanamakki gulp nervously. “Look, it was only a gag gift. No harm, no foul. If you don’t want to use it-” You cut him off with another of your scoffs.

“I’m sorry, ‘Use it’?! What on earth would I use this abomination for?!” There's a beat of silence between you two.

“...Do we really need to have this conversation?” Your nose unintentionally wrinkles.

“You’re not really saying, that either Hajime or I would enjoy this?” You raise the items in your hand, as though Hanamakki could see.

“You, maybe not. But Hajime, most definitely.” You blink, once, twice, slowly.

It’s you who doesn’t say anything for a while, as you stare at the lingerie in your hand.

Hajime would like this? Really?

You could hear Hanamakki sigh on the other end.

“I can practically hear you contemplating your life choices. I am actually sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” You narrow your eyes.

“Are you really?”

“No, this conversation has been really fun. But,” You roll your eyes. “What I’m telling you is true. That thing is maddening I’ll say that much.”

“Yes, because your advice on me and my fiancés' sex life is much appreciated.” You hear his laugh.

“I’m only saying that if Issei came out in something like that, we wouldn’t be leaving the house for days-”

“Ew, ew, I’m hanging up now.” You abruptly end the phone call upon the images of your best friends doing things in certain outfits infiltrate your mind.

You sigh heavily, all the work you put into relaxing dissipating into nothing after a single phone call. You lay back on your bed, eyes trailing to the fabric still in your hand.

That thing is maddening I’ll say that much.

You wince at the fresh memory bouncing in your head, unable to think about anything else.

You sit up straight, a newfound sense of frustration and throw fashion’s version of the spawn of Satan back in its box.

You had more self-respect than this. You had more pride than this.

You would never, ever, put yourself in a position where someone could ever see you like that. It was gross, weird and something you’d never do.

Never, ever.

_________________________

You can’t believe you’re doing this.

Your head is bowed in shame as you slide the thigh highs on your legs. For as shady as it looked, the material felt surprisingly good.

Whether you liked it or not, Hanamakki knew his shit.

You gave the socks one final tug before standing up and slowly looking at yourself in the mirror, full of fear and distaste that you caved into the words of your idiotic friends.

Your eyes widened at what you saw. You quite literally couldn’t believe it was you.

The bra seemed to fit you perfectly, and you had half a nerve to call up Hanamakki and ask him how he got it so accurately, but a part of you felt it was better to not know the answer. The underwire fit directly into the contours of your breasts, knowing exactly how to push them up and close, creating more cleavage than you’d ever seen on your self. Of course your nipples were showing from the transparency of the fabric, and sheer lack of it showed the bumps of your buds, leaving nothing to the imagination. The underwear hugged tugged your hips downward in the magical ratio of accentuating your waist, really showing off your figure. The string that went directly down your ass also somehow managed to make it look nicer, and you aren’t even sure how.

All in all, you were shocked to say the least. You couldn’t take your eyes off yourself, and you completely understood what Matsukawa and Hanamakki were talking about.

But obviously that didn’t mean showing this to Hajime. You have no idea how he’d react, and honestly, you’re too much of a coward to try and find out.

But apparently, you wouldn’t have much of a choice.

You jump from your trance at the sound of a door opening and closing, your heart jumping up to your throat in pure anxiety.

“I’m home.” You hear Hajime call out from the living, and you immediately start to panic, the sound drying up in your throat. Truth be told you weren’t the best at handling things under pressure, and while there were dozens of possible solutions to your problem, none were coming to mind.

Your name is called in question, your fiancé used to having you welcome him home. You squeak, stumbling to the door.

“I’m in our room, Hajime! I’m just trying something on!” You yell out, all the while

hopping on one foot trying to remove the socks as quickly as possible.

“Oh? You went shopping?” Your heart sinks. On any normal occasion, you’d show him what you’d bought if you did go shopping, so it’d look even more suspicious to hole yourself in your room.

“Oh trust me, this isn’t something I’d ever buy. Ever.” You chuckle nervously.

“What is it?” His voice was clearer now, you could tell he was on the other side of the door. For some reason, you stop undressing.

This thing is maddening I’ll say that much. There’s a pause, but before you know it words are flowing out of your mouth. “Nah, you don’t want to know...” Hajime hears you mumble, embarrassed. He was intrigued.

“Then why would I ask?” A silence follows, consisting of you finding the courage to actually show him this abomination. “You have to promise to not get mad, okay?” Hajime raises a brow.

“...Alright?” You take a minute to get the nerve.

“Issei and Takahiro got us a gift for the engagement-Well, not really it was more of a joke, a gross joke-But I just got curious and-“ You realize that it’d be more embarrassing to explain it rather than show it, so you take a deep breath, hike up your socks and slowly turn the knob. You cautiously open the door to find Hajime standing there, eyes widening the second you came into full view, his breath stuttering. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Please don’t laugh.” You sigh out, defeated.

He didn’t say anything, not being able to see his face but peeking high enough to see his Adam’s apple bob.

A couple of seconds felt like hours, and when there was absolutely no response, with your anxiety rising, you quickly tried to diffuse the situation.

“This was clearly a mistake. I’ll just go take it off—“ As you go to turn around, Hajime grips your arm.

Almost desperately. Without a single word spoken. You turn back around, scared and confused.

“Hajime?” You’re barely able to get his name out before he kisses you. Hard enough to make you stumble back into your shared bedroom, almost falling over. He’s quick to catch you though, hands immediately reaching to grab your ass, pressing so firmly

you’re sure it’ll leave marks. His mouth hasn’t left yours, completely dominating you as his tongue licks yours, making your whole body shiver. Your bodies are pressed firmly against each other, with everything happening so fast you don’t realize he had pushed you to the bed.

When his lips finally leave yours, they don’t go very far, travelling down your neck only to lick and bite at it. You could already feel the bruising happening, trying to get a word out before his fingers rubbing over your thinly clothed nipples rendered you unable to talk, only letting out surprised moans and whimpers. He plucks at them until they’re at straining attention, so sensitive you can’t stop the quakes going through your body. You start to feel hot, feeling his warmth come off in sudden waves as you feel the pressure of his chest against your stomach, realizing that he’s travelling downwards.

You aren’t given any warning before the flat of his tongue licks you. You jump up, yelping your fiancé’s name, immediately gripping his hair. This only seems to spur him on, a growl ripping through his throat, vibrating against you as he licks and sucks at your clit with such intensity. You can barely hold yourself together, grip only getting tight and you only getting louder. When he started to point his tongue to make figure eights on your pearl, you swear you began to see stars.

“Hajime—“ You whined, not being coherent enough to say anything else, beginning to feel yourself get closer to climax. With Hajime most likely sensing this, he stops, giving you the first proper look at him.

He looked crazed. More crazed than you’ve ever seen him.

His hair was destroyed (mostly your doing), eyeing you like you were a piece of meat waiting to be devoured, his mouth covered in the essence of you.

“I didn’t say you could cum.” His voice was coarse, his adam’s apple bobbing intensely and you felt yourself shiver.

Something tells you you’re going to be sore in the morning. _________________________ Hours had passed, and the two of you had finally gone to bed. At around 6 in the morning when you both had been fucking since 8 pm.

Needless to say, you were both sleeping rather soundly, in each other’s arms as the afternoon sun shone through your bedroom windows, when Hajime stirred awake from a buzzing,

Groaning, he blinked his tired eyes as he annoyedly searched for the source of the noise, finding your phone on the nightstand, buzzing in a rhythmic tune, and seeing a rubber duck appear on the screen.

Immediately, he knew who it was.

He reached over you, grabbed the phone and answered, only slightly pissed off.

“What do you want?” Issei chuckled. “Man, your morning voice is really rough [Name],” Hajime only grumbled. “You woke me up and almost woke her up. What do you want?” He repeated. Course, Issei only asked the questions that were bound to annoy Hajime. A specialty of his.

“It’s almost 1 pm, what’re you guys doing sleeping in this late?” Hajime went to answer, before going red, looking down next to you sleeping peacefully, covered in hickeys and blemishes. All caused by him.

His silence was all Issei needed.

“Enjoying our gift? Maybe we’ll grab you guys a different pair for your honeymoon?” Hajime turned red, but of course he didn’t want Issei to know that.

“Shut up.” Was all Hajime said before hanging up. Issei chuckled, looking back to Takahiro, also very amused. “I told you they would. You owe me.”

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎 — 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

"you know, i'm perfectly capable of going to the grocery store on my own," you tell iwaizumi, lingering a step behind him as he walks down the aisle, scanning the items neatly lined up on the shelves. he only hums in acknowledgement. you click your tongue in mock annoyance because, despite your resistance to his assistance, you don't mind having him around. still, you're not used to being coddled like this. "being pregnant doesn't mean i can't walk. my feet aren't defective."

"just hush and let me help," hajime speaks, resting one hand on the top of your head while the other reaches for a bag of brown rice. the weight on your head is comforting, a reminder of why iwaizumi is really here. ever since you read the positive test and the man who was meant to be with you walked out, iwaizumi, your best friend, stepped up and became your lifeline—attended all of your appointments, started reading baby books in his free time, calmed you down whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. he made sure you weren't making this journey alone.

"can i at least push the cart?" you attempt to negotiate. you may not mind having him here with you, but you'd be lying if you said that following him around while he did all the work wasn't getting boring. "wouldn't it be safer to have something in front of me in case i trip?"

"how could you trip?" he asks, more humor in his voice than usual. "you just told me that your feet work fine."

you groan at the way he twists your words, hands coming up to unconsciously rub at your belly. it's become a habit of yours, caressing the steadily growing bump whenever you're stressed or bored. it gives you something to do and floods you with an immeasurable amount of contentment.

"oh, congratulations, dear." you turn at the sound of a frail voice. an elderly woman on the opposite side of the aisle looks at you through squinted eyes, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. you figure she's referring to your stomach.

"thank you."

"how far along are you?"

"eighteen weeks." you smile. iwaizumi intently watches your interaction—the way your eyes light up and how your hands protectively cradle the little bulge. "this little one is the size of a sweet potato."

the fruit and vegetable comparison was always a little silly to you but it came in handy during moments like these. this specific week actually helped you remember something that slipped your mind while you were making the list of items you needed.

"oh!" you snap and point at iwaizumi. "that's what i forgot earlier. i'm going to go grab a few."

"hold on, i'll-" your hand shoots up, palm out, to stop him from finishing his sentence—one that you're positive would include him insisting on joining you.

"hajime." you're more than grateful to have someone to lean on but at this rate, you're going to forget how to live as an independent being. "i can walk a couple aisles down and bag some vegetables on my own."

"right," he curtly nods, "i'll stay and wait for you here."

you hurry off to grab the sweet potatoes your obstetrician recommended adding to your diet and leave iwaizumi to aimlessly shift back and forth on his feet.

"you must be excited." the familiar voice catches the man's attention, leading him to face the nice old woman.

"i'm sorry?"

"about becoming a father," she clarifies.

his lips part in understanding and he nods. there's no harm in letting one woman neither of you will see again think that he was the baby's dad. it happened quite often but you always brush off the assumptions by jokingly saying "i wish." it's never bothered iwaizumi—people's first thought being that he was the father or the fact that you corrected them. he expected as much when he offered a helping hand. what he didn't expect was that his heart would jump every time he heard any variation of the word. he kept that to himself, though.

the woman slowly approaches iwaizumi and places a soothing hand on his arm. he has to look down to meet her eye but when he does, he's met with nothing but warmth. her eyes crinkle with her smile. "i'm sure you and your wife will be great parents."

she continues down the aisle, leaving iwaizumi with her words. his arms rest on the handle of the cart as the woman's statement echoes in his head. parents. at the moment, hajime's a support system—driving you around on errands and helping with chores around the house. the two of you haven't discussed what his role will be after you've given birth, but, despite that, he knows he wants to be there for you and your baby every step of the way if you'll have him.

"i'm back and bearing potatoes," you announce your arrival, dropping the vegetables in the cart. your gaze falls to iwaizumi who's staring ahead, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. you reach out to smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb. "what's wrong with you?"

"nothing." what's on his mind is a conversation better had not in a supermarket. "come on. let's wrap this up and get you home for lunch."

"gosh, you sound just like a dad," you comment through a laugh, hooking your arm around one of his.

like clockwork, iwaizumi's heart skips another beat. it feels different this time; he figures it's because you're the one who said it.

thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

my college experience thus far!

a/n: have fun experiencing college through my eyes, major will not be specified! will definitely be a stem major though in certain scenarios

characters: haikyuu and genshin x gn! reader ; college au with iwaizumi, cyno, kuroo, tooru

warnings: mentions of rejection, these will vary in size because some of the men are not very present in my life anymore nor had a huge interaction (very short hcs because i do not interact enough with others and it shows… kidding. sorta LMAO.)

tooru - the high school best friend

it wasn’t like you guys planned to kiss while watching anime on a saturday night during hanging out

you weren’t a rebound either for his last girlfriend who decided that he prioritized volleyball over him

he did his best to make sure that your friendship was his main priority which is why he always had spoiled you in silly ways, even his parents and family members took such a liking to you

you were rather enjoyable and you pushed tooru to focus on his grades but you never forced him into anything that he was not ready for

which leads back to this moment where you’re outside of your car, not expecting the night to go as it did

you guys ended up having a brief talk before a call from your parents about your curfew

tooru never ended up going to college but he supported your decision to go and let you study with him while he worked on his career for volleyball

“are you sure that you’re ready for a relationship again, tooru?”

and with a quick tilt of his head and a slight smirk as he whispered, “have i ever steered you wrong, y/n?” he smiled as he closed the distance between your lips again before opening your car door, “see you tomorrow.”

iwaizumi - your first college best friend

you two had gotten paired up with two other individuals in your group, it was all your first class together in college. everything is new and different, jetlag included for some (iwaizumi)

he ended up falling asleep and missing an 8 am class, big mistake for this huge group project that you all had made. luckily, you got his instagram account.

it was surprisingly empty on his account so you could not figure out much about him but he had responded later on in the evening to your surprise which blossomed a very close bond between the two of you…

though only just being friends could not only be enough for you, he was everything that you could ever imagine and more as a partner.

after thinking on it enough, one day you decided to tell him how you feel to see if it had been reciprocated.

sure enough, iwaizumi needed time... and you were okay with that. you knew giving him time would be what was best for you both. luckily your friendship had survived it.

after enough time, he finally approached you in person and asked if you would like to hang out and walk around campus.

and eventually, he asked you out to dinner to your favorite restaurant on campus… the food court where you both made it official.

kuroo- we have chemistry together

this guy…

you met him in your chemistry lab together, he made a small comment in your direction about titrations since you could not get the water to be a light pink color. he still wore this devilish smirk on his face as he looked in your direction.

clearly he was messing with you, though bokuto also had been in for it as well… that poor guy had to deal with kuroo constantly.

he managed to make you laugh though on several occasions. you both eventually ended up studying together because of this, it was never intentional how you fell for him.

boy was it a slow play of his, several semesters had passed and you two had several occasions where he eventually started to play a game to see when you would text back since you had been so busy with work yourself.

eventually, you both started to text more and more…

random conversations would come up like “is it gay if you kiss the homies goodnight when they wear socks but you don’t?”

you managed to morph yourself into his friend group, getting all their approval. somehow, they planned to get you two together.

your new friends and you had managed to get a table at a restaurant for ramen. it was rather delicious and the noodles tasted fresh before he jokingly asked you what is the most cliche date ever. though, what you didn’t realize — was he was actually asking you out…

“let’s go to the aquarium, i can tell you the chemistry of how things work there. so how about it?”

dumbfounded. all you could say was sure before waiting for a few other hangouts before your eventual ‘date’. you needed confirmation so you didn’t accidentally find yourself falling for a man who didn’t love you back.

“kuroo… are you asking me out on an actual date?”

“do you want it to be?” there was no hesitation in his words as he picked out another awful outfit for your guys’ date. it would be rather ridiculous to be this dressed up for an aquarium.

and that’s how you managed to get your first kiss stolen.

cyno - a pokemon nerd

you two had met in your recent physics class, you both had failed miserably on your first exam.

“did you get higher than a 0.3?”

“no…”

did anybody??? no. the average was a 0.5 out of 2, a solid 25%! gross.

this exam led you two to talk more, you eventually found out how big of a closeted nerd he was. he tried his best to sound cool in front of you but he forgot about all of that when you mentioned the words ‘pokemon tcg’.

you opened up a can of worms that you hadn’t even realized existed at all… not that you weren’t a fan!

trading card games were not your forte though… you tried your best to get an understanding of how to play, he rated your deck and everything — trying to help you get a sense of the game.

eventually, you guys spent every day after the lecture together. you guys got lunch and you both were talking while playing.

though, cyno couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to call you, he needed to talk. he just needed somebody to hear him out

or so you thought…

he just needed you to hear him out.

“y/n, i can’t shake this feeling that you’re meant to be my player two. there’s something here and i want to pursue it with you, if you’ll let us.”

screaming, literally screaming internally. was he that sleepy? but you heard correctly.

“y/n? did i lose you? was that too forward?” he wanted to make a pun to stop the awkward tension until he heard you speak up.

“how could i cy-no when i feel the same?” you guys were both laughing before you got in your car and started driving to him as you guys called. a simple ice cream date, he said… yet all of these puns about ice cream were NOT on the agenda from what you thought it would be…

“my favorite day of the week is sunday. do you get it? it’s because-”

“you can have sundaes? it always makes me melt to be with you.” he was caught off guard.

perhaps it was an (n)ice day for you both…

melukonova, 2023. 𓂃 ☄︎

𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐘

featuring — iwaizumi hajime, y/l/n y/n

summary — hajime as your beloved husband. (headcanons)

warnings — husband!hajime, fluff, gn!reader, dedicated to @melukonova

✰— husband!hajime who keeps a polaroid of the both of you in his phone case

✰— husband!hajime who gets teased by oikawa whenever he’s soft for you

✰— husband!hajime who still has photos of you and him from high school saved on his phone

✰— husband!hajime who’s wedding vows made you tear up

✰— husband!hajime who keeps a volleyball signed by you on a shelf

✰— husband!hajime who gives you soothing massages when you’re stressed

✰— husband!hajime who arrives home late at night and sees that you fell asleep on the couch and carried you to bed, pulling the blanket over you and kissing your forehead goodnight

✰— husband!hajime who speaks in a soft tone with you no matter what

✰— husband!hajime who still has a plushie you won for him on your first date

✰— husband!hajime who wouldn’t trade you for the world

diorlumx productions, 2023

Always Forever — Hajime Iwaizumi

summary: A lot can happen in a year, and you don’t understand that until you meet Iwaizumi.

warnings: timeskip! cursing, fluff to angst, no pronouns mentioned, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible but if it doesn’t sound as such pls lmk, sexual content (only for a moment, oral lol), 16+ only pls, hope you enjoy it

genre: fluff & angst all in one (a pinch of smut)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i had a dream abt the first month and it turned into a work that I spent too long working on lmao, hope you enjoy it <3

     It's August when you and Iwaizumi cross paths for the first time.

You've a scowl on your face as you walk to your university's office to file a complaint about your awful professor. He had said something too ignorant that pissed you off; seeing how Hajime visibly scoffed at the comment let you know you weren't the only one.

"Thanks," you mumble out when someone holds the door open for you. Your eyes meet those of Hajime's. His olive eyes gaze at you curiously, silently asking if you were doing the same as him.

You give him a soft frown, as if to say yes, and he offers one back.

After the two of you file your respective complaints, you part your separate ways, but not before you offer a nod — an understanding, an agreement, an alliance.

     It's September when you start to take notice at how Hajime towers over most people, what with his impressive stature, and how broad his shoulders are with muscular arms to match. He was tan and fit, and you decided that he was quite the eye-candy.

Still, you don't make a move on him, other than occasionally allowing yourself to appreciate a handsome man when you saw one. After all, Hajime just seems out of your league, if league's were a thing.

It's not that you think of yourself as the most revolting thing to have walked the earth (not all the time, at least), but it would be a lie to say you don't notice how your classmates gawk at Iwaizumi like a piece of meat.

     Not to mention that Hajime has an impressive resting bitch face.

     It seems as if all the notions you once heard — or believe yourself — about Hajime Iwaizumi become increasingly more important to you. In fact, anything dealing with him starts to stand out to you like a blinking red light.

Suddenly, it's as if the blinking red light shatters when he walks over to you one day after class and asks if he could borrow your notes.

It's October when find out Hajime, in all his buff, resting bitch face glory, is quite friendly. October consists of him making multiple appearances in the following weeks of your life.

     He starts walking you to your next class, having extra time himself. The two of you would talk about your days, your plans, your friends. You discover things about Hajime, like his love for volleyball and his best friends back in Japan and in Argentina.

You enjoy many aspects of Hajime Iwaizumi, from his sense of humor to his diction and spiky hair to even his way of cursing. He interests you so much that a large of part of you wants more than just silly comments about your professor.

     Sometimes he would even go as far as walking you back to your car, which had quickly become a part of your day that you looked forward to. The sun would set after your class, leaving the sky with an apricot hue and you with another opportunity to stare at the olive eyes that seemed to leave you absolutely scorched when met with yours.

How could you resist him?

Things between you only grow even further when he starts inviting you to places. The first had been with a group of friends to have dinner, and then it was just him and you going out for brunch.

The next thing you know, you and Hajime show up to a Halloween party in coordinating costumes as you try to find something to look at other than the blush on his face when someone asks how long the two of you have been dating.

It's November when Hajime kisses you outside your car. His lips are soft against yours. It's everything you hoped it would be, and before you can fall even further into him, he pulls away from you quickly.

"I'll be gone in a year." Hajime warns quietly, olive eyes gazing at you intently. His breath is warm against your skin, lips hovering over yours. "That's all we have."

     "That's all I need." you tell him and close the distance between you.

It's a decision made with haste, but one without regret. Perhaps you don't think all the factors of being with Hajime carefully enough, but all you know is that youve never wanted anything more than him.

It's December when you realize you how cold winter truly is. Maybe it's because spending the holiday as an adult is still foreign to you, or maybe it's because you've never felt an absence as strongly as you did Hajime's.

      You don't realize how much you adore him until he returns to Japan for the holiday to visit his family. It's an unwelcome feeling that follows you around for the next 3 weeks of his absence, and you understand that there would be a time when Hajime wouldn't come back to you.

Hajime and you have multiple phone calls through the following days. Most of them consist of one of you heading to bed and the other barely waking up. He calls you his own personal alarm clock when you call him one evening, which sends a giddy feeling your way as strange as it may sound.

It's January when you get Hajime to strip his clothes and jump into a freezing lake with you. Being with him is nice, exciting. Despite him being reliable, honest, and considerate, there's never a dull day with him.

He takes you out for breakfast at 4 in the morning just because he likes watching you try and fail at staying awake. He indulges your desire to pretend break-up at a store just to give the employees something to talk about.

You convince him to get a tattoo of Mickey Mouse at 8 in the morning after a long night of binge-watching Disney movies. You manage to get him to take one (1) anger management class out of spite of losing an argument.

     It's February when you figure out that his dominance doesn't waiver behind closed doors. Hajime, under all his polite and hardworking character, is a fucking menace who keeps you up all night to pull every ounce of pleasure from you.

Your sweet, considerate Hajime, who used to ask before even thinking of kissing you, who used to turn red at seeing your shirt ride up when you removed your sweater, uses his image as a humble man to hide the fact that he would take as much as he could get from you, take as much as you let him.

You find this out when one thing leads to another, and after a night of drinking Hajime's head is buried between your thighs like he was meant to be there. He's efficient and agonizingly slow, as if to savor the moment, to savor you. And, sometimes you have to beg him to move, to do something, anything.

“I like when you beg.” he says, leaving a kiss on the inside of your thigh. “You look pretty when you do.”

     It doesn't take long for him to adjust to your body, to know what gets you flustered and hot, what makes you squirm under him, what makes you scream his name.

     You didn't know it was humanly possible to feel so good, but it's not the first time Hajime seems to have defied your perception of reality.

It's March when you're on Cloud 9 where no one else can reach. Hajime and you are attached by the hip, always laughing at something — maybe at each other — or at the park feeding bread to ducks, or just anywhere with each other.

     Being with Hajime is still new for you. The feelings of euphoria you feel with him's something you've never experienced before. His way of talking, his way of walking, his way of sitting and studying makes you feel heavy.

You've never felt this way for someone. His presence consumes you. You feel like you won't be able to function without him. The thought of anyone with who can hold that much power over you scares the living shit out of you.

Your friends warn you that he's a bad influence, that you're better off without him in the end. Sometimes you think they're right, but even if Hajime isn't forever, you can't forgive yourself for passing by the opportunity to know him, to love him.

Even if Hajime is a bad influence on you, you don't care because you'll cherish anything he gives you — good or bad. And, after all, a year is all you have.

It's April when Hajime wags a finger in your face and says, "Hey, don't say I didn't warn you." He says it in retaliation of you losing at cup pong after he tells you he’s never lost a game, and certainly not in the way you take it initially.

You roll your eyes with a grin, not bothering to give a damn that you lost. You get to see his smile, after all. “How could I forget?" If he notices how the light in your eyes dims, the way your face falters the slightest, he doesn't mention it.

The truth is — how can you? How can you fail to recognize the dark feeling of him leaving you forever? It's in the agreement in bold letters. Hajime's departure from your life is as inevitable as the seasons changing.

It was probably a horrible idea to have ever even gotten involved with him, but you love him. God, you love him. And, if you absolutely had to get your heart crushed by someone, you choose Hajime Iwaizumi to do it.

You know he feels it, too. He kisses you fast now, hard and messy, meeting the corner of your lips instead. He kisses you like you're his only source of oxygen in outer space.

You can feel it in the way he fucks you, sloppy and erratic and rough. Snapping his hips into you, plowing into you like his life depends on it. Like it's the last time.

And, you can't help but think one day it will be.

It's May when reality sets in. Your relationship surpasses what it used to be, and it feels like you'll die if you aren't with Hajime, if you waste even a minute of your time left together.

Desperate. That's the word. You and Hajime become desperate, living off each other like addicts. It's like thinking the sun would stay forever when you know the moon is bound to return.

     You don't mind that the both of you are fighting a battle none of you will win. You don't care that you both look pathetic. Because you're in love with him.

You can't ask him to stay, and he can't ask you to go back with him. It's selfish to ask, and even more selfish to expect the answer you want to hear. Love makes people blind to reality, and neither of you have ever been an exception to that.

And, there's fights about it. About why a year together isn't enough. About how it would never be enough. About why he even considered giving you borrowed time when you would have to pay the price in the end.

Hajime's definitely the angrier of the two of you — he always has been. Though, his rage has never been directed toward you. It doesn't take long for the both of you to realize fighting is futile in some situations.

It's June when you throw Hajime a birthday party. It's nothing big, just a few of his friends and yours in your decorated apartment. You think you know him well enough, but that idea shatters when 3 people walk through your door.

Hanamaki, Mattsun, and Oikawa are unlike any other people you've met. You thought you and Hajime had fun banter, but after meeting his friends you question your ability.

They bring out a different side of Hajime, one where all he does is scold them, where he's red in the face, one you think he likes. It’s a side of him you can't help but laugh at.

"I’m glad they came." you tell him at 6 in the morning when all the guests have gone home, with the exception of the 3 idiots who take shelter camped out in your small, but homey, living room. “I like them.”

Hajime snorts, finally getting into your bed after the eventful day. You open your arms, and he wastes no time in finding his place on your chest, nestling into you. A perfect fit.

    "They're annoying. Don't even get me started."

You rub his back with a sleepy smile, taking notice of the shiver only you can pull out of him. "I think they're funny." you say to him. "I like their banter."

"Of course you do." Hajime chuckles, disguising his laughter with a scowl. You've gotten used to that habit of his. "Idiots can't help but band together, you know."

You laugh. "No wonder you're friends with them."

“Yeah, alright.” he scoffs sarcastically, admitting defeat. "I’d tell you to go to sleep, but that’s if you can.”

You quirk a brow and tilt your head to him. “What’s that mean?”

“Mattsun snores like there’s no tomorrow.” he replies causally, stifling a yawn.

“Must’ve picked it up from you.” you comment, earning a poke to your stomach in retaliation.

“If you manage to get some sleep, you’d better be ready for Hanamaki’s awful singing in the morning.” Hajime warns. He says it lovingly, and you think it’s the only way he knows how. “And, watch out for Shittykawa.”

You shut your eyes. “Why?”

“He’s a bitch in the mornings.”

It's July when Hajime spends the summer by your side, doing whatever the hell you feel like. Going to the park and reading books under a tree. Going to the beach to get sunburnt and buying ice cream after to compensate. Going to the library just to make out.

Conversation about what he would do back in Japan is a common topic. You welcome it with a sad smile. What else are you to do? Beg him to stay the last minute?

You cherish your time with Hajime. You always would. But, you won't hold him back. Not when he's meant for such greatness. The fall comes around again, just as you knew it would, just as you feared it would.

It's the day of his departure when you promise yourself you won't cry and make it worse than it has to be for him. You do exceptionally well, but when Hajime refuses to let you out of his arms, things become a whole lot harder.

     You try to burn the soft thumping of his heartbeat into your memory. You don't want to forget his touch, his smell, his laugh. You don't want to forget anything.

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” he murmurs against your head, rubbing your back in circles. There’s no malice in his voice when he asks, but your heart still aches at the sound.

“For the same reason you didn’t ask me to go.” you say, shutting your eyes as to not let your tears fall. “How could I ask more of you when you wasted your last year to be with me when you could’ve been somewhere else, anywhere else?”

He’s quiet a moment.

You think there’s nothing left to say. It’s never been a matter of what’s right or wrong, after all. Sometimes as much as you desperately want one, there’s no correct answer to things, and you’re okay with that.

He gave you what little time he had left, and you took it gratefully. Even if you would be left stranded in an airport with tears in your eyes and have to drive yourself back to the apartment where you had built so many memories with him, you would make that decision again and again and again if it meant you had him for even 10 minutes more.

Hajime calls your name, urging you to look at him.

You pull back slightly to gaze at him. “What is it?”

His lips meet yours. The kiss is different from the others. It’s gentle and soft and slow. His hand travels up your back, pressing you into his sculpted chest. It leaves your body feeling warm and your heart beating faster than before.

Hajime pulls back after some time, gazing at you with a soft smile and tears in his olive eyes. “I didn’t waste a thing.”

note: would’ve named it 365 days if it wasn’t for that shower & boat scene 😟

fates collide

#02 terms and conditions

# FUN FACT

— yuuji and atsumu immediately spammed akaashi’s phone, wondering if he thinks they actually share the same brain cell they definitely do

— kuroo had the idea for months, and then told kenma and tsukki about a month ago

— if you click on kenma’s message, it actually takes you to a terms and conditions page

— akaashi and shimizu found it funny so they decided not to text

— the group chat has been up for 3 months, and even though y/n created the gc, kuroo wanted to say the last line

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#01 lego bath

# FUN FACT

— makki, matsu and oikawa agreed to send the meme everytime iwaizumi threatens them — making his threat into something kinky

— kenma stayed up for 2 nights to go from ar 28 to ar 41 in genshin, just so he could get more primogems and get diluc lucky bitch got him and zhongli

— kenma would sometimes record his rolls, getting the character y/n wanted and sending her the screen recording, proceeding to brag about it next time they play co-op

— kuroo and kenma main the cat emojis

— kuroo wasn’t texting at first since he was “mourning” at the fact nekoma didn’t have a manager anymore y/n wasn’t there anymore

— the group knows that y/n and kuroo’s “arguments” are all just jokes, kuroo sometimes texts her to see if she’s fine, and didn’t get offended

a/n can anyone else relate about calling their mom’s friends either aunt or uncle and their kids your cousins 💀? i’m Filipino so i can most of her friends ate or kuya :P

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#00.25 intro | Athletic Nerds

# FUN FACTS

— the reason why there are so many comments in tsukki’s twt is bc the 1st and 2nd years of the karasuno vbc unofficially agreed to always argue there the 3rd years try to contain them

— y/n would unfollow kenma every time he beats her in a game this time, it was Among Us

— akaashi and kuroo are the only ones who actually keeps their matching banners with their team tsukishima didn’t like that hinata and kageyama were in the team’s banner

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#00.5 intro | The Volleyball Idiots

# FUN FACTS

— in iwaizumi’s, atsumu’s and yuuji’s recent posts, the reason why the comments are so many is bc of their fan base arguing

— tooru and atsumu brag about being verified (they have a rivalry to see who can get the most followers)

— iwaizumi already had matching headers and pfp w oikawa, and he didn’t want to be apart of the matching bios, so they just made a compromise that he at leasts tags yuuji

— the reason why bokuto posted his most recent quote was bc he just barely passed his trig test with a 41

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## the masterlist

IN WHICH y/n l/n moves back to miyagi and lives with her ‘cousin’ and attend a new school. with the struggle of moving and trying to get good grades, she seeks help. she goes to tooru — who’s too wrapped in volleyball and his own problems to help her, so he goes to his bestfriend — who somehow shares the same dream job as her.

pairing. iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. fluff, humor

status. started 25/06/21 | ongoing | taglist

schedule. inconsistent :P

warnings. foreshadowing of manga spoilers, swearing, sexual jokes (use of daddy from the volleyball idiots™), triggering subjects specified in chapter

an. ignore the time stamps, I make most of the chapters during ungodly hours.

#00 intro | athletic nerds • volleyball idiots

#01 lego bath

#02 terms and conditions

#03 tbd

#04 tbd

#05 tbd