#hanamaki angst

[rintarousgirl]

dating matsukawa issei is like...

a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)

★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.

★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.

★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.

★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.

★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.

★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.

★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"

★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.

★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.

★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...

★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.

★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.

★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.

★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.

★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.

★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.

★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.

★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.

★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.

★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.

★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.

★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.

★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.

★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.

★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."

★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."

★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.

★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.

★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.

★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."

★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."

★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.

★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.

★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.

★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.

★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.

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[haezen]

how he apologizes 

suna, makki

haikyuu!!  genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: they’re so silly and i’m in love with them (heheehehahaha) if you guys like this, show it some love.  (i love seeing you guys reblog with # ! i read them and they make my day!)  maybe i’ll do sakusa and atsumu next :>

dedicated to my lovely best friend @nami66m !

HOW SAKUSA APOLOGIZES

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SUNA

Rintarou is unbearably stubborn. 

He says things that he doesn’t mean and his words are venomous. When the two of you got into a fight over something that didn’t even really matter, you are shocked when he spits your biggest insecurity back in your face. He will never forget the pained expression that washed over your features and almost instantly, he regretted ever saying it in the first place. 

You held your head up high, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat and the tears threatening to spill, before heading out of your shared home. He could tell that you were heartbroken to hear something you told him in confidence thrown back in your face. He knew that he fucked up, but yet he stood there unmoving like a statue, too afraid to move a muscle or utter a word. As he watched you storm out, he told himself that he never wants to see you leave out that door, running away from him again.

He stood in that same spot for a while, frozen. Why did he say those things? What were you even fighting about in the first place? How can he fix this?

He doesn’t know what to do. Before, all he did was run from his problems and avoid people he wronged like the plague. He’d ignored their texts and calls. He’d act like he wasn’t home when they’d knock on his door, begging for an explanation on why he went ghost. He’d even act like he didn’t know them when seeing them in public. 

Rintarou doesn’t know how to admit he’s wrong because he believes that if he admits it, then you’ll find somebody better. You deserve somebody who wouldn’t hurt you in the first place: someone who acknowledges their faults and overcomes them with humility. And he has never done that — he doesn’t know how to. 

So as he sits on the couch with his head in his hands and unbecoming tears streaming down his face, he decides that he needs to drive to the only person he can trust to ask for advice: Osamu.

You finally come home at midnight. Your cheeks and nose are red and he instantly realizes you’ve been walking out in the cold. 

But when you open the door, you’re greeted by the warmth of the fireplace, candles lit everywhere you look, and Rintarou standing right in the kitchen like he’d been waiting there for hours. He offers you an uneasy smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. He smiles like he’s unsure of what to say or what your reaction will be. 

Deep down, he wants to run and hide like he usually would. He’s afraid that you will leave him first because you’ve seen how ugly he can be.

He gestures to the kitchen island, and you see he’s made you your favorite food. It’s not perfect and the display looks awful, but the hopeful look in his eyes is begging for your acceptance and validation. You know he’s never done anything like this before. 

The gesture makes you want to cry all over again, but you’re hesitant to forgive him so easily. When he’s met with silence, he continues.

“I made it all myself.” He explains, “But...I had to ask Osamu for help because I didn’t know where to start.” He admits, voice a little lower than before.

You step into the kitchen to take it all in  — the kitchen is a mess, the sink full of dishes and it looks like he spilled something all over the stove. But you know he’s trying, in his own stupid way, to make it up to you.

He approaches you carefully, scared that you’ll storm out again. To his surprise, you await his embrace. He wraps his arms around you while you hesitantly wrap yours around him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers for the first time, “I didn’t mean what I said.” 

You think he might be crying.

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” 

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MAKKI

He hates to think that he could’ve done something wrong in the first place. 

Because it was only a joke.

You had invited your family over for dinner. While all of you are having a good time and getting along for once, Makki decides to make a joke in an attempt to make your family like him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the time or the place for this particular joke —   it’s inappropriate and borderline offensive, especially to you.  You, most out of everyone, are appalled and shocked that he’d even bring something like that up. It makes everyone stiff and the aura is suddenly uncomfortable; the air is stuffy and no one knows what to say in response. You excused yourself from the table, dragging Makki outside to the balcony by his ear. He groaned in complaint and once you left the table, everyone shared knowing looks. By the time the both of you returned inside, everyone had already finished their food and was ready to leave, eager to leave the tense atmosphere. You were beyond embarrassed and disappointed that the night had gone awry.

You pointedly ignored him for the rest of the night because you decided that you were too upset to fight. You cleaned up by yourself despite Makki’s protests to let him help you. You shouldered him off and he didn’t know what to do. He was starting to get frustrated, but he knew not to say anything in retort. 

Unfortunately, like most men, Makki has his pride. But, he realizes that he would much rather admit he’d done something to upset you rather than sit, brood, and refuse to apologize. Of course, since it is Makki, he has to put a fun and exciting twist to it.

He’ll usually give you your space for a few hours, acting like he is oblivious to the silent treatment you always give him when you’re upset. He looks past all the harsh glares you throw his way and he ignores the scoffs you make when he walks past you in your shared apartment. He even gives you a flippant, ‘bye!’ when you leave to get some fresh air because the tension is so thick that the both of you feel like you’re going to suffocate.

While you’re gone, he scrambles to get things ready as he prepares to build a blanket fort for the both of you. It might be childish, but the two of you have never been afraid to indulge in ‘kiddie’ activities. And he knows how much you love to watch movies together. He even makes the quickest trip to the convenience store in his life – rushing to get you your favorite snacks and drink. 

He barely makes it home before you return. He's putting the final touches when he hears you unlocking the door.

 As he whips around, you walk in and your eyes go wide.

“What’s this?” You question, eyeing his guilty expression. 

“I’m sorry.”  Is all he says.

You scoff for probably the hundredth time today. As you unlace your shoes and shrug your coat off your shoulders, you hear him messing around with the television. Your heart is racing as you try to decide if you’re still upset at him. 

“Do you know how uncomfortable you made everyone? You’re so–” 

“I shouldn’t have made such a stupid joke.”

“You think?” 

You fail to realize that your boyfriend has closed the distance between you two. He sweeps you off your feet, strong arms picking you up to hold you bridal style. 

“Hey!” You scream.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs with a soft smile, before he playfully throws you inside the fort, your back hitting an array of pillows. You squeal in response and he is quick to follow you inside. You look around and he’s put a lot of effort in – he even used the bar stools so that you’d have more room. He sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side. 

“Please forgive me.” He whispers into your ear, kissing all over your face and neck as you protest. 

“‘Hiro!” You laugh, trying to fight him off but it’s fruitless. You enjoy his proximity and even, you recognize the fact that he’s doing his best to cheer you up.

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up from your throat as he restlessly starts attacking you with his affection.

 Then, you forget why you were even mad in the first place.

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[ilylovelyz]

haikyuu as dog/cat breeds (prt 2.)

prt 2 lets gooooo - i really like pondering 🤔 about their breeds (includes aobajohsai and shiratorizawa) - c prt 1.

aobajohsai

oikawa - he's such a ragdoll. pretty and nice coat, not too long/fluffy or thin/short. won many cat competitions. he's real sweet and friendly with your guests but once they leave he'll attack your leg for treats. he's manipulative? really smart too. a very loud cat and loves to play. can be a total brat and knock your shit over just to fuck with you. absolutely traumatizes your dogs if you have any, gets really pissed off if you smell like another cat and almost borderline bullying if you do get another cat.

iwaizumi - either a tosa or dutch shepard. he's really energetic and you thought he would calm down as he grows but nope! he's still dragging you out of bed for walks lol. somehow gentle and rough while playing with you. doesnt really bite you, only nibbles. not rlly protective of you but wary of strangers, not really hostile and open to guests. barks a lot, but will quiet down if you shush him cuz hes a good boy. def has a silver chain for a collar cuz hes cool like that 😈 really good with kids, never runs away because he's content with the life he has.

akira - a really lazy snowshoe cat. can be really mean but sweet afterwards cuz he feels bad. the type to run away if you start to cry. sleeps majority of the time and usually only eats when hes awake. really curious but doesnt like it when you have guests. likes to sleep in the middle of your bed and will fight back if you try to move him. doesn't like being picked up. at first he wasnt really cuddly but now he'll be all up in your business if you lay down.

kentaro - boerboel. he's super aggressive and protective of you, barks at everyone who isnt you. he's super rough when playing and has given you a few scars. really heavy but i can see him being kinda cuddly. he'll sit at your side, ears perked up and doing that half bark thing dogs do when something catches their eye. definitely has a chain and you have to use it a few times cuz he doesn't listen that well. fights with any dog, but does have this specific friend thats not even a dog, but a cat 😭 loves to play fetch. doesnt run away because his instincts to protect the house are too strong. not the best with kids 😬

mattsun - simple black cat that is really chill. not necessarily friendly but doesnt run away from strangers. super sleepy and his meows are really deep for some reason. not super vocal but will occasionally meow for your attention. not too cuddly but sweet. when he cleans himself it's super loud and almost obnoxious and always at night when ur trying to sleep. not very fond of dogs. doesn't necessarily get scared of anything unless he's being toyed with.

hanamaki - a simple labrador. not necessarily full of energy and lays around, not even sleeping, just watching you. kinda judgy of you for some reason and always side eyes you. not really cuddly either and just overall just exists. occasionally howls tho. sometimes he'll have the urge to play, but it's not really playing but rather straight bullying cuz he's a jerk 😒 was a really cute puppy and you miss those days a lot

shiratorizawa

ushijima - please i was so excited for this one, he's a saint bernard. a really big and heavy one too. was even big as a puppy. doesnt bark often but when he does it's loud, only really barking for your attention. he's really good with commands. likes walks and occasionally plays. he doesn't get along too well with other dogs, just because he just stands there and watches. gives the sweetest puppy eyes ever. again, really heavy, and growls when someone gets into his personal space. but he is really patient, but will run away from little kids. has teeth, but doesnt know how to use them 😕

tendo - a greyhound. a really silly one that is so cuddly, he's practically glued to you. hes so energetic and always slipping. real vocal but not too loud. gets really sad if someone doesnt wanna play with him ☹️ really great with kids and really protective of them. not necessarily protective of you. chases after cars 100%. HE HAS A FAVORITE TOY. has kinda severe separation anxiety 💔

semi - hes a beautiful grey tonkinese cat. his personality is really dependable whether he slept well. moderately playful and just really nice. hes really chill, but can get a little annoyed if someone is bothering him. not scared of fireworks or loud noises, moderately vocal. he can be a bit of an asshole tho 💔 but its okay cuz hes pretty 🫶🏼

shirabu - obviously the biggest asshole so hes a chausie. you got him cuz he was really beautiful and calm as a baby, but you woke up the same night you got him to him clawing at your toe that was poking out of your blanket. bites hard and makes you bleed. gives many battle scars 😒 surprisingly very vocal and has screaming matches with you. not necessarily very playful but he does chase you from time to time. bro he has such a mean face 😭 not fond of people or other animals. sometimes cuddles, sometimes.

goshiki - a jack russel terrier 😭 please he's all bark no bite 🤦🏽‍♀️ tries to act tough and menacing but the only thing thats menacing is the way hes a squeaker 🌚 real playful and kinda protective, but theres not much he can rlly do cuz hes a small dog. cant even fight off a cat (shirabu), and will cry out if something bigger than him goes after him. hes a real good boy tho, absolutely smitten for you and has separation anxiety if ur gone for a little too long.

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[sixosix]

Hii❤️❤️ if you’re taking requests, may I ask for a drabble (angst ofc) where the rest of seijoh 4 convince yn to break up with iwa bc his ex who they think is his soulmate is back in town? They look like they can be mean 🥹🥹

( ! ) angst w iwa :(, hurt/comfort, fluff w the three <3

( & ) also idk if u meant ‘mean’ by iwa’s ex or the boys so i did neither bc i didnt want to write yanderes 💀

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

his finger slips under your chin, raising it enough for you to instinctively meet his eyes. “hey,” he murmurs.

“not now, t’ru,” you sniffle, tipping your chin away from his grasp. you probably look ugly right now, nose stuffy and eyes aching, but tooru doesn’t even question it.

“i know,” he sighs, “sorry. i heard what happened.”

ah, so that explains everything.

usually, tooru isn’t ever this gentle. he dives in face-first and doesn’t look twice. he breaks, but he mends himself back together again stronger than before—you wish you could be like him right now.

“you’re okay,” he coos into your ear. “you’re good. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry it had to happen this way.” he keeps going—too soft for even you to understand sometimes.

you chuckle, a wet and pitiful sound. “isn’t—isn’t haji— iwaizumi your best friend?”

tooru, observant as ever, lifts a brow at your switch of name. “between you and him, who do you think would need someone the most? i may be loyal, but i’m not an ignorant asshole, y/n-chan~!” he sings, smiling.

“screw them,” tooru exclaims, resting his forehead against yours, “you have me from now on, alright?”

you wonder if he means it in more ways than one.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

at the sound of footsteps, you scramble to grab your belongings and wipe away the tears on your stricken face.

but issei is faster. he catches your wrist and peers down at you with his usual face—save for the curious glint that sparks in his eye.

“we were only joking around when we said they were like soulmates,” issei states rather bluntly, faltering only slightly when your lip wavers at his admission.

“it still,” you sniffle, “still hurts. seeing them like that. thought i was— thought i was good enough.”

“you are,” issei says, and his earnestness almost catches you off guard. “iwaizumi’s ex is… a lot, you know. nothing like you.”

“is that a good thing when i got broken up with?” you laugh bitterly, warmth seeping from where he’s still holding you.

“if you think they’re meant to be, then wouldn’t you also be meant to be with the right guy this time?” issei quirks an eyebrow, a little playful. it’s always a glimpse of something when it comes to him.

“so you’re saying i should just—”

“let him go, y/n.”

for a guy that holds an expression as expressive as a blank paper, his presence is rather comforting right now.

“i’m glad you’re here, issei,” you mumble, and he pats your head. usually, you’d swat his hand away and stick your tongue out, but you can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the touch.

“anything for you,” issei whispers, and it turns into him running his fingers through your hair.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

“break up with him.”

you scrunch your nose, “takahiro—”

“i’m gonna be honest, y/n, i really don’t give a fuck about what excuse you’ll have for them,” he says, and though his face is carefully drawn away from any telling emotion, his words are like acid to the ears.

“i still… love hajime, i can’t just ignore that,” you tell him, frowning in confusion at the hostility so rare in takahiro’s voice boiling over.

“if you’d want to put up with someone’s ex who said that ‘you can’t compare’ just to be with him, that’s not love,” takahiro says, gently knocking his knuckles on your arm. “at least, not from iwaizumi, who didn’t do anything.”

you can’t help but grimace, nearly falling over from exhaustion. but takahiro catches you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard.”

takahiro sighs, “if you don’t break up with him, i will.”

you snort, a sound that surprises the both of you, “t-that’s not how it works, makki.”

you never called him that before, usually reserved for oikawa. but you must be a little too out of it to catch your slip.

“is this you trying to say ‘i’ll be here to help you’ in makki language?” you ask. it’s supposed to be a joke to make him laugh, too, but you’re too drained to let it hit.

his warmth is a blessing in the chilling air that’s been hanging heavy since you and iwaizumi fought. you lean closer and he lets you.

you two sit there, on the floor of the gymnasium, but neither of you pull away for even a second of hesitation.

his eyes soften impossibly. “looks like you already know the answer.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“do you believe in soulmates?”

hajime’s face sours—whether it’s from guilt or contemplation, you wouldn’t know. he seemed like a completely person yesterday when they walked in the room and demanded his attention without a word.

but it’s not his fault. fate does not lie. red threads do not deceive the truth—just like you and iwa.

“i do,” he says, slowly, “but they’re not always right—”

“i don’t,” you say, eyes hazy and faraway, as if you can’t even hear him right now. “because i thought it was us.”

hajime’s fists tremble, the only betrayal to his strangely still composure. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he grits through a pinched expression as if he’s hurting himself as he says it.

“you may be breaking my heart right now, but that doesn’t mean you should also do it to them, iwaizumi,” you say, and he falters.

“i really did believe it, y/n,” iwaizumi says, but it’s hard to tell if it’s answer to your question or whatever was between the two of you.

but that doesn’t matter.

( & ) SORRY if this has mistakes i literally wrote this in one sitting. or well, lying. i’m still on my bed (^з^)-☆ reblogs and comments r soso helpful if u like these <3

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[rivashi]

oversized jacket

synopsis: reacting to their crush wearing another guy’s jacket w/ a TWIST

characters: matsukawa issei, hanamaki tahahiro (ft. kyoutani kentarou & gn!reader)

genre(s): fluff, slight angst, a pinch of crack, jealously, friends to lovers, accidental confessions(?), mutual pinning, college!au | headcanons

cw: swearing, slight manga spoilers if you squint, mentions of bullying, implied toxic masculinity, so-called “nice guy”, mentions of stalker-ish behavior, extremely long, & vvv self indulgent cuz i was emo when i wrote this <3

note: this was inspired from this <3 also, this hcs was supposed to include oikawa and iwaizumi but i had to cut them out. i hope you like it e n way <3

note 2: this is reposted from my old (soon-to-be deactivated) blog: @/levinneheart

Matsukawa Issei

He went to his last class early and was surprised to see you were already there, sitting in your usual chair

This was a first, usually he would be the first to arrived in the classroom and you would arrived after him with snacks in your arms

“I need snacks to survive this long day, you’re welcome to have some.” You’d say to him and you were absolutely right

You and your snacks made him get through the day without a pounding head and a growling stomach as he went home

You were working diligently on something while occasionally popping a cheese-flavored popcorn onto your mouth

He assumed you were working on your assignments in advance for subjects he didn’t have as it was your routine

He clears his throat, catching your attention and making you looked at his direction as he greeted you with a small smile

You were practically beaming, eyes lighting up at the sight of him as you greeted him back cheerfully, seemingly in a good mood

He took his usual seat beside you and you immediately laid your head on his shoulder, sighing in content

He didn’t mind your gesture if it weren’t for the pounding on his heart but he was surprised you hadn’t noticed it yet

To him, you were so out of his league – so kind, so generous, so everything of his ideal type and pretty to look in the eyes too

The way that you two wordlessly and unconsciously leaned in for each other’s touch – absolutely no highs

Just the comfortable silence of enjoying one another’s presences that he longs in relationships

This feeling scared him – terrified him, even. Since he never felt anything like this for anyone before

Little did he know, it was your way of conveying to him with your love language and that the feeling is mutual

It wasn’t long before class started and not long till it ends. The clouds were starting to get grey and dark. Seems like that it’s starting to raining too. You usually like this kind of weather if it wasn’t such a hassle to get home. It’s getting cold too, you thought as you rubbed your hands together and snuggled subconsciously against Mattsun for warmth.

Matsukawa, on the other hand, held the urge to slip his arm onto your waist and pull you closer to him, the urge to press you firmly to his broad chest and bury his face onto your shoulder. His fingers twitched at the thought but he shook the feelings away before poking you once as he excused himself to you before softly nudging you off him to retreat to the restroom.

When he arrived, he deeply sighed with a fist clutching his chest to desperately trying to calm his accelerating heartbeats. He told— more like convinced himself that he will confess after class but you being so close to him was making it harder to remember his memorized lines. He could still remember how you smelt like, the scent of your shampoo mixed in with your favorite perfume.

It was driving him mad at how good you smell. He splashed his face with water from the sink before staring at himself, trying to focus before chuckling to himself. He looks ridiculous right now, his face slightly damped and eyes glaring at nothing but his reflection. He’ll be fine, even if you reject him – he could just play it cool and say it was a joke.

Yeah, right. He thought. That’s just mean.

When he comes back, his seat was occupied by a fellow male student, laughing with you. This would had been fine as you were quite approachable yet he couldn’t help himself but to eye on the unfamiliar jacket you were currently wearing. You didn’t wore the clothing earlier and it looked too big for you to own it.

His mind was racing with the thought of you wearing another guy’s jacket other than his and his feelings were all over the place; mixture of anger, disappointment, and heartbroken. You never told him you were taken and you never really specify that you didn’t like him so he knew he had a chance.

He firmly grabbed your shoulders and glared daggers at the man before he stood up from his chair, cowering away while you turned around to face him with a frown. “What was that for? He was getting to the best part of his joke.”

“I don’t like him and his jacket on you so take it off.”

“What? No, this isn’t his—”

“I’ll exchanged it for mine.” he cuts off.

“No thanks, Sei. What’s this all about anyway—”

“Please, yn. Don’t make me—”

“No is no, Sei. Besides—”

“I like you. Can you now please wear my jacket?”

You stayed silent for a second, stunned at his sudden confession and jealousy over a piece of clothing. “I like you too but this is actually my jacket.”

“…”

“…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

“Nope, I tried telling you.” You grinned at him, poking his sides as his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh…” He trails off. “Wait! Did you just say you like me?” This made you chuckle, it made you want to play with him just a little.

“Did I?” You say, teasingly.

He groaned in response. “Although, I must say: you look adorable, being all jealous over my oversized jacket.” He palms his face and that makes you chuckle even more as you grin at him. “My jealous boyfriend.”

Oh god— he doesn’t care anymore and he wouldn’t have it any other way as long as you keep tell him you’re his.

Hanamaki Takahiro

You and Hanamaki met in elementary school and immediately became friends all the way till highschool

Back then, he was smaller than you and got bullied because of his pinkish-brown locks, causing him to be subconscious of it

But you told him otherwise so you protected him and fought against many of his bullies in elementary

During in middle school and highschool though, he grew more taller and confident on his hair because of you

You didn’t had to protect him anymore so you settled on cheering and supporting him from the bleachers during his games

His team would welcome you warmly so it wasn’t a surprise to them that you grew on them, along with Kyoutani

He even developed a soft spot for you, causing you to call him: Kyou without any honorifics since you two had grown close

At first Hanamaki was ok with it, you’d love making new friends to bond with, but at the same time he was envious

Back then he was your only friend and now, your attention was everywhere but him and you two were seeing each other less

You tend to stick with Kyoutani these past few days, ever since the two of you became classmates and seatmates

And he was gonna graduate soon, leaving you behind to focus on your studies and club activities to be able to graduate

That thought saddened him, he doesn’t want to be apart from you and yet he also doesn’t want to chain you down

Hanamaki has now graduated and is working nearby Aoba Johsai, sometimes you’d go in there to buy snacks on your way home or to shelter yourself from the hot breeze of summer air and into the cool temperature of the grocery store.

Either way, he was just happy to see you in one of his jobs and sometimes catching up with you about your life and vise versa. You, however, went there to escape your persistent admirer who just can’t seem to understand why you would say no to him.

It was turning into your safe haven where you can relax and breathe without worrying about him watching your every movement. And today wasn’t one of those moments, you’ve had a sinking feeling on your gut so you stayed close to Kyoutani and asking him to walk with you home.

“Just to be safe, Kyou.” You say as you clinged tightly onto his arm. He grumbled in annoyance but didn’t protest against it, instead he let you gingerly drag him to the usual grocery store where Hanamaki worked. Not knowing that your unwanted admirer was following the two of you.

The sounds of bells ringing alerted Hanamaki of of new customers. “Welcome to— oh, hey Kyoutani and y/n.” He says with a smile, grateful to see familiar faces inside the empty store as usually around this time of night was less busy than in the morning and afternoon.

“I’m going to the restroom, yell when you need me.” Kyoutani informed to you, squeezing your arm before gently prying away from your grasp. You nodded with a smile and leaving you alone with Hanamaki. You stood there still, occasionally fidgeting as you looked around anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” He couldn’t help but asked.

“I—” You were cut off but the entrance’s bells ringing and you instantly stiffened at the presence of the newcomer.

“There you are, (l/n). You’re so hard to keep track of. You’re lucky that I’m such a nice guy, going out of my way to do this. And it’s all for you.”

Hanamaki noticed you slightly trembling from the corner of his eyes and as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a cough from none other than Kyoutani. “Who the fucking hell do you think you are?” He asks, almost growling.

“Her admirer.” The self proclaimed nice guy proudly said.

Kyoutani scoffed before turning to you. “Is this creep bothering you, (n/n)?” He asks, draping a jacket he was holding over your shoulders.

Your admirer look between you two. “I don’t believe you would date someone like this, (l/n). You can do better by dating me.”

“Actually,” Hanamaki spoke up. “they can date whoever they want as long as it’s not you. Now, go before I call the police for suspected illegal activities.” He warned with venom laced in his tone while crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy huffed. “You’re not that pretty anyway!” He hollered at you as he stormed out like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You released a heavy sigh of relief before thanking Kyoutani and Hanamaki multiple times for helping you finally get rib of that guy.

“No problem, (y/n). He was just jealous you two look cute together.” Hanamaki teased, hiding his pain of the thought of you being taken.

“We’re not dating.” You chuckled as Kyoutani grunted in agreement.

“And the jacket?”

“It’s mine, I told him to hold it for me.”

“Oh.” He paused for a second before laughing out loud. “I assumed you two were dating since the two of you are pretty close.”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t Mattsun-senpai tell you that we’re cousins?”

“…”

“…”

“Nope, he didn’t tell me anything.” That jerk. He cursed.

“Were you jealous of Kyou, Makki-senpai?” You teased with a smirk.

Fuck it. This was his last chance. “Yeah, I was! Now, I’m all embarrassed and stupid because I used to like you.” He rambles while you look at Kyou and he shrugs before leaving the store.

“Why didn’t you confess before?”

“You know why!”

“And it only took my oversized jacket to make you confess to me? You’re unbelievable.” You shook your head in disbelief. “I liked you too, idiot!”

“Oh… WAIT, WHAT?!”

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[hoeforinarizaki]

AS DAYS GO BY.

Type: Scenario

Aoba Johsai x Dying!Fem!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: Staying always by their side, the team had learned to always be by yours as well. But as days go by, sometimes even the best things in life haave to go very soon. Or so it is.

Warnings: Cursing, Death, Angst To Fluff, Ghosts

You sat, expressionless on the bench. Face leaning upwars to the sky, you enjoyed the calm peace the stars in the tranquil night had provided. Focusing quietly, your eyes darted around to look for the brightest one– you had always did that every single time you went stargazing.

"How beautiful." You mutter, as your eyes reflected the clear galaxy right above. Right it was. "Not as beautiful as you." Another voice comes along, and your head smoothly turns around to look at the culprit. Ah, of course. It's your team. Never once had they separated when they were around you. It was pretty obvious, but still sweet how they really just want to hang out with you. To be very honest...it was cute.

With a small smile twitching onto your mouth, you looked away. "Is that so..." Seems practice already ended. You just sat at the back of the gym, around the grassy hill at the back of the school. You enjoyed it since it was quiet, and no one was to bother. Standing up, Iwaizumi offers you a hand. You accept.

Times like these were so nice– always wanting things to stay this way with all those you loved, it just had you a good feeling. It is indeed the best though, isn't it? To feel so loved and accomplished. Every single minute that passed, you cherished them as much as they did with you. Hell, Seijoh loved you. Some confessed, but you never gave back an answer.

And the reason why...had come, during that day.

...

"Liar. Fucking liar." Oikawa stressfully states, his tears already theatening to spill out of his glistening eyes. The sound of a dangerous slow heart monitor was in tow, everyone else in the team standing right beside the hospital bed. So why didn't you even tell them? When you promised to always say what was on your mind? Did you not trust them enough?

You struggled to move, and yet smiled ever so softly as the captain began to cry. Yes...this was fine. Maybe you can't be happy anymore because this is happening– they still have a long life ahead of them and they can be the ones carrying out that happiness instead.

With a shakened sigh, you try your best to move you head to look at them all. "You knew it, didn't you...Kindaichi? Kunimi?" Knowing that they saw you collapse that day at school right before lunch. The horror visible to their faces, you could never forget that. Kindaichi's hands balled into fists.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" He shouts, and Kunimi grips his sshoulder to stop him from going even further. But the moment itself had already felt too heated. "Sorry...i guess it's just by bad luck huh?" You giggle. You always smiled. No matter how bad it all was, you always kept an optimistic attitude.

Is that why they're so drawn to you? And even so now, they're so awetruck on how you kept happy even though you're probably on the verge of death? "I don't understand you.." Kindaichi's voice cracks, and he backs off. The four third years were the only ones tearing up which was ironic, but the others had already been full on sobbing their hearts out. Why– why did it have to be you of all people? Their sweet, precious manager.

"Well..." You spoke, earning their attention. "I'm actually very sad right now. But what can i do about it? It's already happening, so i might as just smile to ease the pain a little." Softly speaking, you were slowly closing your eyes. Yahaba kept holding onto your hands as if it were the most important thing in the world, squeezing it tight not wanting you to have your rest just yet.

"No...i don't want you to leave." Watari mumbles, gripping his uniform pants tight. He was already crying, so nothing else really mattered anymore. It was all...just you. The fact you're dying right now and nothing could be done about it, hurt so much. "Please...don't take my sunshine away." Sobbing, Kunimi whispers to himself.

Beep.........beep.........beep.........

Time was moving forwards, there was no more going back now. Your breathing became more shallow, and this was not gone unnoticed by your friends. "(Y/N)." Hanamaki held onto the foot of the bed, not wanting to accept. No, no. Please don't–

With the weakest smile you could manage, your hand goes up to slowly caress Yahaba's tear stained face. Upon the action, he had began to cry even harder because of your weak stature. "Hey, i want you to do me..a favor. J-Just.." Your voice croaks, finally giving up the smile you had once had. "Since now i can't see you guys go to nationals...i want you to keep living until the day we must reunite with each other. Okay?" You began to slowen...

"Wait..(Y/N), don't leave..." Matsukawa mutters, barely looking at you at this point. His eyes were drooping down, not wanting to look at the you he had once known. Your voice kept replaying in their heads, not once faltering. Right. And yet, once the day comes they get to see you again, it'll take so long...

.........Beeeeeeeeeeep............

...So i guess now, it's time let go. Hysterical crying and begging could be heard inside the hospital that night. Even the nurses or the doctor themselves managed to pull those boys away from your body. The moment the next day came, they went home reluctantly as well. No one...felt motivated anymore.

What was volleyball again? Oh right, the sport they pursue. Every day at practice, they could barely even focus right while playing. Missing serves, bumping into each other, not having enough energy to save the ball...just everything. Oikawa felt the worst for not knowing your condition earlier. Why didn't his dumb brain realize you were suffering? Why did he not do anything before you collapsed that day..?!

Because of their unwilling selves, they were easily beaten by Karasuno and lost the privilege of being in nationals. Well then, guess this is how it ends. Sometimes things really don't go the way you want them to, really. It may be painful, but then again, no one can predict the future anyway.

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)...(Y/N)..."

The third years cried every night, chanting your name over and over and not a single day was even spared from their mourning. The second years were barely almost passing their exams due to pressure of your death. The first years? They never once stopped visiting your grave at all.

There was despair in their hearts, complete drowned in the sea of guilty and sadness. Was there hope? Maybe, but even if there was the chance of seeing you with them again was low as hell. So maybe that's why...

Maybe that's why they were so happy to see you again.

...

Now it was your time to cry. Surprisingly, almost more than 50 years later they came to you looking like they always did when you watched over them as close as you could be. Older, dashing and handsome men that you used to manage over. "Finally...reunited huh?" Caressing your cheek, Iwaizumi couldn't believe it. As they always say, your younger self will alway live on with you deep inside your heart. Even after death, comes eternal peace and wished youth.

"You still look like the (Y/N) we know." Matsukawa jokes, and you could only laugh by the intense happiness you genuinely felt. Now it was finally time for a genuine smile again. Rushing forward to group hug your favorite team, your arms were pulled and your feet almost tripped if it wasn't for Kentarō supporting your hips. Your face was flushed.

"What–?" Before you asked, a soft pairs of lips had taken your own, much to the dismay of the others. So soft...and it felt nice though it was slightly awkward. You guessed it to be Yahaba. Pulling back, Kentarō bonks him over the head. "I can't hold it back okay i missed her!" The brown haired boy argues.

Despite the time cut short, it was so much nicer to not be alone during the times you needed more them most. Guess sad endings didn't exist after all. Evem at the end of the day, after all the stress and tears shed, night will always come and give you the rest you always needed. And to reunite with your loved ones, was definitely a very good thing after all.

...

BONUS!

...

Looking around in boredom, you walked the streets of Tokyo as you always did when you wanted to see something fun. Yawning, you even wondered why being transparent and dead was cool. Nobody saw you so could try making pranks, but then you forgot you were basically gonna go through everything except your own supernatural friends.

"Hey, girlie!" Oikawa jumps to your side, almost scaring you shitless once you heard him. Sighing, you look at him with the most annoyed expression you could make. "What?" "Since we are technically ghosts now and nobody can see us, how about we have a little fun~?" "STOP IT ALREADY TOORU–"

Right in the distance, the boys prayed for their captain. "Damn, he got called by his first name. F in the chat guys." Hanamaki dramatically claps his hands. Watari snorts. "Poor guy indeed."

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[rishiguro]

INTRODUCTION; IWA'S SQUAD

(y/n)‘s squad

fun facts !

after finishing his studies, iwa came back to japan and is now an athletic trainer in tokyo

oikawa lives in argentina, but visits his family and friends regularly (especially during off-season)

mattsun and makki live next door to each other

oikawa‘s twitter header is made by makki

kyotani kept in touch with iwaizumi after he graduated high school

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[white-poppie]

Kitty-incidence

Characters: I.Hajime x Gn! reader Genre:  fluff Writer: @ white-poppie Song recommendation: Backyard boy

HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

Iwaizumi huffed after seeing the grey clouds of deuterium floating like sail-boats high above. The faint tapping of rain against his window-sill made it impossible for him to concentrate on the book lying on the table.

He sighed and closed his book. Looking out of his window, he was pedestrians walking with their colourful umbrellas and raincoats, kids splashing in muddy puddles, cars speeding across them.

His eyes fell on a certain figure, drenched from head to toe, staggering around in their wet clothes with a bundle in their hand.

It didn’t take him long to realize who it was, Y/N L/N from year two. The person he was shipped with by the entirety of his team due to his extremely obvious crush on them.

He rushed downstairs and wore his shoes, taking an umbrella from the stand in his porch he ran out towards you.

“Y/N?” he shouted causing you to look back at him.

“Iwa senpai? What are you doing here?”

“I should be the one asking you that,” he huffed, “why are you out in the rain, do you want to get sick?”

You showed the small bundle wrapped in your rain coat, it was a shuddering cat, obviously breathing very slow.

“I saw her on my way, I couldn’t have left her alone, her breathing is very shallow,” you sniffed, “there is a vet nearby, I just need to take her there.”

Hajime rubbed a hand on his face and gave you the umbrella, “hold this, I will be back very quick.”

You nodded mindlessly and held the umbrella.

Within seconds Iwaizumi came running back with a second umbrella and a towel, “I’ll wrap this around the cat, you wear your rain coat.”

You gave the cat to Iwaizumi, he wrapped her tightly like a burrito while you wore the raincoat.

“Let’s go,” he said opening the umbrella and giving the cat to you.

After reaching the vet, you two patiently waited for the doctor’s analysis.

“She just has a little fever,” the vet checked, “give her some medicines and she will be fine.” 

Getting out of the clinic, you smiled at Hajime, “I am so glad she is okay.”

He nodded in understanding, “me too.”

“Thank you for helping me today,” you bowed in gratitude at Iwaizumi.

“Don’t mention it,” he chuckled leaning down to meet the cat, “I’ll come visit you soon.”

You laughed and held her paw, “Say bye, Haji.”

Oh god, if Iwaizumi wasn’t blushing earlier, he was now, for sure. Did you just name the cat Haji? Was this flirting or was this a way of gratitude. His ears turned red and he cleared his throat, “I-I will leave now.”

“Bye Iwa Senpai!”

“Iwa Senpai~” God his ears were ringing at this point.

“Iwa Senpai~”

“IWA SENPAI!” Iwaizumi flinched as he came back to his senses...a bit too late because he couldn’t control the ball that hit him on his face.

Kindaichi rushed to get the ball while Iwaizumi robbed his nose, groaning in pain.

“Iwa Senpai you have been very distracted today, are you sick?”

“No-I-”

“Yes he is,” Oikawa said smugly, spinning the ball on his index finger, “your Iwa senpai is lovesick.”

“Ehhh...” now everyone in the gym was suddenly interested.

“Who is it, Iwa senpai?” Kunimi questioned.

“This is stupid,” Kyotani tsked, continuing his practice.

“You are salty because no one likes you,” Matsukawa stated and Kyotani just growled.

“But really Iwaizumi, who is it?” Hanamaki questioned. Iwaizumi’s cheks were flushed with embarrassment.

“Its no one,” he replied and comments of ‘lie’ echoed in the gym.

“It’s Y/n,” Oikawa smirked and Iwaizumi cursed under his breath.

“Wait...Y/n as in Y/n L/n from my class?” Kunimi explained.

“Damnn Iwa likes the younger ones, huh?” Hanamaki chuckled.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, hiding his red face behind his palms.

“Aww he is getting flustered.” Iwa groaned at the mocking of his teammates. It was technically your fault to make him act like a 12-year-old in love.

“I am going to get some water,” he sighed, ignoring the snickers coming from behind him.

Iwa washed his face in cold water, lifting the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the water. He took a deep breath and started walking back into them gym, only to bump into a figure running into him.

“Careful,” he said holding them by their shoulders as a reflex.

You squeaked at the sudden contact, “Iw-Iwaizumi senpai!”

Oh god, oh no no, Iwaizumi quickly removed his hands and bit his lips in embarrassment. 

“H-hey Y/N, Wh-what are you doing here?” he stuttered, mentally slapping himself.

“I-I was going to library,” you answered, “how is the practice going?”

“Its going, good uhm great, yeah,” he answered hating the awkwardness.

“That’s great,” you squeaked out.

“Uhh how is the cat?” he questioned.

“Oh, Haji?” Yep, the cat you named after him, “she is doing pretty well, her fever is down and she is really active, you should come visit her soon.”

“Yeah I will,” he rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrasment, “uhh Y/N are you free this Saturday, y’know maybe we can play with...Haji and then go to this really nice cafe I know?”

“Yeah, Saturday sounds good,” you said trying to ignore the flush on your face.

“Alright,” he smiled, “Saturday it is.”

“WOOHOO CONGRATULATIONS!!!” Kunimi exclaimed, earning a slap from Oikawa. Oikawa looked straight at Iwaizumi and whipped out a thumbs up of approval while muttering a few words as if he hadn’t been caught spying with his minion.

Yeah...he wasn’t going to hear the end of it.

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[rintarousgirl]

HAUNTING ME

a hanamaki takahiro smau <3

❀ - SYPNOSIS

y/n and hanamaki are best friends, or at least, you were in high school. growing up, you always had the biggest crush on your childhood best friend hanamaki takahiro, but after an unfortunate fallout between the two of you, you promised yourself you wouldn't let your feelings be toyed like that again. that is, until you run into him years in the future. now, you're both very successful models, stuck in the same PR photo shoot. after being featured on the cover of multiple fashion magazines, fans love the dyanmic between you two and your managers set up a pr relationship. how could you deal with hanamaki takahiro, your cruel ex from high school, now butting into your career? simple answer is, you couldn't.

❀ - WARNINGS

there will be alcohol and some suggestive stuff throughout the fic, but there will be warnings before each chapter for sensitive stuff relating specifically to that chapter. overall the fic deals with toxic relationships as well.

teasers

teaser 1 \ teaser 2

profiles

"people on magazine covers (+ y/n)" & "makimaki's stalkers"

chapters (note: chapter titles are submit to change!)

PART ONE: ghosts of my past 01. y/n's girlies 02. keeping up with maki 03. lights, cameras, action 04. stars shine 05. can't believe it, won't believe it 06. subtly 07. about whispers 08. out of my hands 09. keys to my heart 10. won't say i'm in love

PART TWO: don't leave me like this (not planned yet) 11. pretty when you cry 12. hold my hand 13. forgiveness 14. things i cant ever say 15. hurts like hell 16. nobodys daughter 17. could've, should've, would've 18. 19. 20.

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a/n:

so, i'm starting another series, but this time it's with a lesser-liked character! i'm not gonna start it till after i finish "i wanna be yours" but i will drop teasers and what not. i hope this is well received because i know hanamaki is liked as a character but i havent seen anything for him so i really REALLY hope i can show y'all how cool he is. i wanna say a thanks to @idlerin who inspired "i wanna be yours" and "haunting me". hell, this masterlist is heavily based of theirs!! thank you so much for inspiring me, and i know SO SO many others agree <3

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[haezen]

more slytherin sakusa kiyoomi please 🥹

hi anon! this one had been in the works for a while, but you inspired me to finish. thanks for sending in a request ily.

ATTENTION: read this part first because it will make more sense. but, if you read this part alone, i guess it will still work on its own.

pairing: slytherin!sakusa kiyoomi x reader genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff wordcount: 3.6k

happy reading <3

masterlist

You and your best friend, Hanamaki Takahiro, were currently standing together underneath the pavilion with the sole purpose of watching your mutual friends on the Slytherin team. 

The players were waiting for the rainstorm to pass before resuming their practice: all huddled around in a circle with their hoods up. It was nearly impossible to see past the rain due to the force of the wind and rain whipping around the pavilion the two of you stood under. 

Makki had suggested that the two of you go watch your friends practice this week because they had a big game coming up soon. You had nothing better to do and Oikawa had begged you to come watch him specifically as he claimed he needed your praise to calm his nerves.  He made a scene of asking you, even going as far as bending down on one knee with a rose he had conjured up on the spot—his crazy, romantic gestures always made you laugh and you couldn’t help but accept knowing that he simply just wanted you to feel included in something he loved. 

You squint your eyes with the intention of trying to tell the players apart, but with the intensity of the rainstorm, you found it difficult.

“Looking for someone in particular, aren’t you?” Hanamaki smirked knowingly, nudging your shoulder with enough force to make you lose your balance. 

“I swear, one day I might just strangle you in your sleep. Then, you’ll really regret ever being mean to me.”  

As you regained your balance from Makki’s shove, you huffed in frustration at how observant he could be. 

“Oh, but I thought you could handle a little roughin’ up?”  Makki sported a shit-eating grin with the quirk of his brow. “Can’t you, (Name)?” 

He cackled as you reared your fist back to punch him in the chest. Although you made a show of winding your fist back to hit him, when your fist made contact, you put no real strength behind it. He cackles even louder when you pout and are unable to respond with a witty comment like you usually would. It’s like he’s proud of himself for bringing up your sworn-to-death secret; you can only side eye him from your peripheral, trying to move on from the topic at hand as soon as possible.

You fight off the urge to scrunch your nose up in shame as you recall the truth you confessed to your friends when playing Truth or Dare a couple months ago.

“What’s something you’ve never told anybody else?” Oikawa looks in your direction after he reads a ‘Truth’ question off a card. 

You and your friends sat in a circle on the floor, surrounded by the darkness of the Slytherin commons; it was extremely late at night, but there was no stopping Makki and Mattsun once they set their minds on something.  The only light in the room was the dim light from the logs that were burning in the fireplace. You sat across from Oikawa, staring blankly at the floor, desperately trying to think of something shallow to say in response. 

“(Name), make it something juicy or else you’re wasting my and Mattsun’s precious time.” Makki, who was sitting on your left, leaned in close enough for his warm breath to fan your face and you covered it on instinct. 

“Oh god…okay.” 

You spread your fingers apart to peek at your friends who were anxiously waiting for your answer. 

“I’ll spill. But only if you guys promise to never bring it up again.” You tore your hands from your face and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to accept the ugly fact that you’re going to tell all of your closest friends one of your biggest fantasies.

 Sugawara and Kuroo both nodded in your direction while Makki and Mattsun shared knowing looks; a look that meant they’d store this information in their memory forever. You groaned at the realization but carried on anyway. 

“(Name)-chan, it stays between us. Promise.”Oikawa smiled and extended his pinky towards you. You returned the smile and graciously wrapped your own around his to seal the promise. 

“Okay, so…”

“(NAME)!” Mattsun shouts when he realizes you’re trying to stall; he’s extremely impatient in every aspect of life, even when playing a simple game of Truth or Dare. He groans, stretches his legs out dramatically, and falls backwards to lay on his back. You seize the opportunity to playfully slap his stomach, which causes him to immediately roll over to avoid another.  

“My truth is…that I secretly want someone to maybe…manhandle me?” You hesitated as you spoke each word, eyes flickering to each of your friends' faces to gauge their reactions. They all burst out in a laughter so contagious that you couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of your own. 

Makki especially found this confession of yours the funniest, considering he was the only one who knew the person you secretly wished to ‘manhandle’ you.

“I told you to never bring that up again, you idiot!” You groan as you cover your red face, not wanting to see Makki’s teasing eyes and wide smile.

 One of Makki’s most notable traits is his brilliant memory – he never fails to forget the things you thought you told him in confidence, bringing up something you forgot you told him in the first place. 

Since he’s been your best friend for so long, you know he truly meant no harm in teasing you. When he remembers the shocked expression that crossed your face just a moment ago, he clutches his aching stomach and wipes the tears that threatened to fall from his fit of laughter.

“I really can’t stand you.”

“That was so good, really. The look on your face was priceless. I wish Suna was over here to capture it.”

You cross your arms over your chest and give him a glare. 

“You remember that dare that you never did?”

“Yeah?” You ask hesitantly, afraid of what Makki might say next.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers while motioning his head towards the group of guys huddled around for cover near the field.  You followed the direction he tilted his head towards, only for them to land on Sakusa Kiyoomi, your year-long crush. You met your best friend’s honeyed-colored eyes with a stony glare, watching as his smirk grew to the cheesiest grin you’d ever seen on his face.

“I think I got a perfect dare for you. I’m redeeming it now.”

“Now?!” You yell in disbelief. 

The team turns around to find the source of the noise, and even over the sound of rain, your voice carries over. You can’t help but look for Sakusa amongst everyone, and surely enough, you catch his attention.

Makki stares at you once he realizes the two of you made eye contact with one another. He relishes the faraway look in your eyes as you watch Sakusa fend off a clingy Miya Atsumu. Your best friend watches the fleeting look of admiration that graces your face suddenly morph into one of annoyance as you turn to him again.

“Why now?” You whisper-yell, eyebrows furrowing.

He remains silent and you immediately read his mind. You feel like throwing up and you fidget with the (your house colors) tie that hangs loosely around your neck.

“I can’t, ‘Hiro!”

He shakes his head with a soft smile, reaching to adjust your tie for you once he remembers that you fidget when you’re nervous. A habit that you’ve never been able to break.

“You won’t know until you try.” 

Your eyes land on Sakusa once more, mind racing as you thought of all the times you imagined confessing to the brooding Slytherin. Hanamaki pushes you forward, effectively tearing you out of your thoughts, and you stumble forwards.

“Don’t be such a pussy, (Name). It doesn’t suit you.” 

Something about those teasing words inspires a spiteful courage inside of you. You whip around, “Y’know what, fine! Fine, ‘Hiro. I’ll do it. ” 

“Finally!” He exclaims loudly as you pull up your hood and make your way to Sakusa.  

Hanamaki holds his breath as he watches you run to the field and over to the cover where the players are all standing underneath.

You’re soaked and out of breath when you reach the canopy, partly because you’re out of shape and partly because you’re scared half to death to confess to Sakusa Kiyoomi out of all people. None of them notice your figure approaching until you beckon to Sakusa. He points to himself, silently asking for your confirmation that it’s him you want to talk to. You nod as you inhale deeply to compose your nerves; he steps forward out of the group of players that move over to accommodate his large frame, and gestures to move over to the side, behind the large stands – away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers – for a little privacy.

Some of the guys whistle but you ignore them all while standing in the face of Sakusa. 

“Hey.” You say as you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hi.” He responds, uncomfortable and oddly enough, he might even feel curious as to why you had come over to talk to him.

His curly locks are damp from the rain and he runs a hand down his face because the raindrops trickle down his forehead. He’s stupidly attractive and you hate it. Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Sakusa generally feels uncomfortable in the presence of women, but he feels even more so in your presence. He thought he had gotten off easy by establishing a friendly exchange with you, with bringing you tea every other day, he thought that he wouldn’t have to hold a true conversation with you.  But you manage to surprise him yet again; he was shocked to see you approaching the team and even more shocked when his teammates nudged his side, trying to tell him that it was him you were asking for.

Over the time you’d spent admiring Sakusa from afar, you’ve gathered that he isn’t skilled in hiding his true thoughts; you often can decipher his mood by just watching his expression change with the tiniest movements. 

He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly as he watches you catch your breath. You know that he’s thinking: ‘What is it?’

“I won’t take up too much of your time-”

“You’re not.” He assures you pointedly. “We’re waiting for the storm to pass anyway.”

You nod in appreciation, grateful that Sakusa (famously known for his cold demeanor) was reassuring you in this nerve-wracking moment. You inhale once more, letting the humid air fill up your lungs, and blow it out with your lips pursed. You’re incredibly nervous and it shows. The realization that you’re about to confess to one of the most coveted guys in Hogwarts is already nauseating, yet you’re more worried about the fact that Makki is knowingly waiting for you to return. You can already see his face: pink eyebrows wiggling and his lips curled up in a devilish grin. Your best friend makes you sick to your stomach and you think that he deserves a smack on the shoulder for putting you up to something so terrifyingly embarrassing as confessing to the Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“This might be ridiculous because–well, we don’t even really know each other.” You start, pulling your robe tighter against your body because you don’t know what to do with your hands. “I think that I might just be curious. Okay, that’s not the right word.”

Sakusa’s curiosity is growing by the second. At this point, he’s even overcoming his uneasiness talking to women solely because of how nervous you are — he might even pity you at this moment. Sakusa really wants to interrupt you and urge you to, ‘spit it out,’ but he has a soft spot for you; so, he stays silent and waits for you to finish.

“Ok.” You shake your head from side to side as you imagine you’re shaking the nerves away. It’s almost endearing. Almost. 

“I just came over here to say that I like you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You watch as his eyes widen but you push through it. “And I really like the tea you make for me. You make really good tea. I don’t really expect anything, but I wanted to tell you that.”

He’s shocked. Sure, he’s received plenty of confessions from girls before, but he’s never received a confession from a person he’s actually been interested in. Predictably, Sakusa can’t help but let the shock wash over him. His eyes still wide as he takes in the information, and as it processes, he feels like his whole body is on fire. The heat that soon overtakes his body travels up the back of his neck and his cheeks; surely, he’ll accept your confession in a heartbeat. He’s even imagined it. Yet, he stands there in shock as you believe he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy.

“I-I’m sorry.” You splutter out as the inevitable embarrassment of being rejected by your crush sets in. “Okay, well. Have a good practice or-” You look out to the field and realize that they might not even have practice. At this point, you’re tripping over your words and you just want to escape; you need to escape the shell-shocked expression on Sakusa’s face.  “I’ll see you around, Sakusa.”

He says nothing as you hurriedly walk back to the pavilion where your best friend is waiting for you. He watches as you disappear from around the stands, and he continues to watch your figure get smaller as you walk away. You finally reach the pavilion and grab Makki’s arm to drag him away.

He feels dread fill his heart at the realization that he just blew his chance with you. Sakusa feels like a coward. How could he have messed this up so badly?

When you reached Makki, the grin on his face disappeared almost immediately when he saw the look on your face. 

You’re trying your hardest to keep your cool and you’re trying even harder to push down the humiliating fact that you just got rejected like every other girl who has confessed to Sakusa. You’re accepting the fact — in real time — that you’re not any different from them.

“C’mon.” You grumble and that’s all you can manage to say because you don’t trust your voice. You grab the sleeve of Makki’s robe harshly and pull him along with you.

“What happened?”

“I’m a fool.” You mumble under your breath. “I’m so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think that a guy like him would like me back?”

As you drag Makki along, the two of you are speed-walking to reach the doors of the school. In the process, you get soaked even further than you already were. Meanwhile, Makki’s observant eyes are raking over your face for answers; he’s hoping that he can find some while just looking at your side profile.

The rain pours down on top of you and Makki and you finally reach the doors. You swing them open with such force that the back of the door hits the wall. 

At this moment, Makki is too afraid to speak up. He feels guilty because it wasn’t for him urging you to do your dare, you would’ve never been upset in the first place. You wouldn’t have gotten rejected because – Makki knows – you would’ve never found the courage to confess to Sakusa. He thought that if he had dared you to confess, that your dream of a reciprocated love would come true. But he was wrong.

“I’m sorry, (Name). But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” Makki finally manages to stop you in your tracks as he stopped following you.

Your back is facing him because you don’t want to cry. You know that if you meet your best friend’s concerned filled eyes, that you will definitely break down. There’s also the fear that he won’t get the hint and will tease you about being rejected. 

“He said nothing.” You say dryly. “I told him that I liked him and he just stood there.”

He’s silent for a moment before speaking up.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Is all Makki can come up with. 

Does he comfort you? He’s not entirely sure how to do that. Or should he hit you with the truth? Sure. It’s what you deserve. You deserve the truth and Makki believes that there will be no one great enough to deserve you. Not even Sakusa. 

“I’m going back to my dorm.” You whisper under your breath and you don’t care if he heard you. 

All you want is to take a warm shower and hide in your room. There’s nothing that can save you from the humiliation you suffered except for solitude.

So you do just that. You rush to your dorm and ignore the sounds of the water dripping onto the floor, the noise that your soaked shoes make, and all the stares along the way. You take a shower and let the water run down your back. Then, you crawl into bed and cover yourself up with blankets for the rest of  the day until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you contemplate whether or not you’ll visit the library. Will Sakusa be there, sitting in his spot? Will he spare you a pitiful glance once he sees you beeline for your own table? You don’t even want to run through all the possibilities of what could happen because you’ll talk yourself out of going. And you desperately need to go study.

Ultimately, you end up going because you would rather die than lose a day of studying a month before exams. 

You walk into the library with your head down, staring at your shoes. You’re terrified that Sakusa’s going to be sitting in that spot, seemingly taunting you with all the ‘could haves.’ Some part of you is afraid that simply seeing him would make you fall into a pit of despair.

He’s not there. 

You slump down into your spot with relief, letting your head rest on the back of your chair. You close your eyes, silently thanking whatever higher being for Sakusa not being here at this moment.

But then you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Your instinct forces you to open your eyes, and like out of your worst nightmare, Sakusa is standing behind you but he’s upside down due to your position.

You feel the bile daring to come up your throat and you want to scream out of frustration and embarrassment.  You sit up and turn around to face him, your hands gripping the back of your chair until they turn white. When you say nothing– because what is there to say? – he starts first.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “Can I sit with you for a minute?” 

You’re confused and he understands. Sakusa isn’t sure how he managed to ruin something so fast yesterday. He’s convinced that everything he touches – he ruins.

 He waits for your response and you nod hesitantly, rotating your body as he walks to sit in the chair across from you. When your eyes meet his dark ones, you think that he is avoiding your gaze like he’s nervous. He’s wearing his mask and he unexpectedly wraps his fingers around the string hanging behind his ears, pulling his mask down to show his face to you.

When Sakusa watched you leave yesterday, Atsumu emerged from around the back of the stands where he was crouching behind to listen to your confession. He yelled, “You idiot ‘Omi!” and proceeded to scold Sakusa for being so cold.

Sakusa definitely got an earful from Atsumu, but it brought him back to reality. He knew that he had to fix things with you, even though he’s not used to repairing any damaged relationship in his life; something in him wanted to give this a try.

He knew that he didn’t want to apologize right away in fear that you'd run off. He’d even rehearsed ways in which he’d ask you, but only because Atsumu made him practice – Atsumu knows that he’s not the best with words, but Sakusa is even more inept.

“Would you like to go to this cafe with me?” He asked painfully, averting his eyes to the side because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to ask if he was looking at your face. “I heard that the tea is good there–the flavor that you like.”

Your heart dropped at the question. Is this a pity invite or a cruel joke? No, you deduce, Sakusa wouldn’t be one to take part in such cruel jokes.

“I don’t want you to take me somewhere because you feel like you have to.”

“I want to.” And his attention returns to you. Under his gaze, you feel small, yet you somehow believe him – believe that he’s being genuine.

 Is a guy like Sakusa, who is so full of doubt and animosity towards strangers, capable of forming a connection with someone like you?

“Okay.” You nod for yourself while wiping your clammy hands on the material of your skirt. “I’ll go.”

You see his shoulders drop and you realize he’s relieved. You smile unknowingly and he catches a glimpse of your fleeting expression. 

“Let’s go.” He says as he gets up, pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth while simultaneously collecting his things.

“Let’s go?” You repeat in confusion.

“Yeah,” Sakusa verifies as he stands by your seat, unintentionally towering over you. “I have to make it up to you.” He mumbles, almost incoherently, behind his mask.

You wordlessly listen to him, packing up your textbooks and other materials to stuff them all into your bag. As you do so, you’re trying to get over the rapid pounding of your heart.

“And you can call me Kiyoomi.”

#haezen writes! #haezen requests #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #slytherin!sakusa #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hogwarts #hogwarts AU #hq angst #hq fluff #hanamaki takahiro #hq angst/comfort #hq angst to fluff

[iwahajii]

• scars fade (Chapter 3)

Iwaizumi's sins cost him the one thing he didn't want to fuck up. Yet he still did.

Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn't just once that he did.

This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it'll be a happy ending or not, it's all up to you.

warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes

then • now  • next

Oikawa didn't know what he wanted to do first. He was torn between running after you as fast as he could and ripping Iwaizumi to shreds. Both, he couldn't do, so in his utter frustration, he punched Iwaizumi in the face. It was the closest, anyway.

Iwaizumi fell out of his seat, his lip busted and blood quickly flowed out. He just blinked, brushing a thumb on his lip and stared at the red when he pulled it away.

"What the hell did you do, Iwaizumi?" Oikawa screeched, his anger boiling out of him as he paced back and forth, his perfect, glorious hair now a mess because of him constantly running his fingers through it.

Iwaizumi flinched, maybe at his tone or maybe being addressed as Iwaizumi. Oikawa didn't care. He was livid. Mad with anger about what Iwaizumi has told him, what he had done, what he did to you.

He watched as Iwaizumi shake his head, looking defeated and lifeless on the floor. Oikawa wanted to sit with him on the floor and cry his eyes out. Just the mere fact that you weren't here with them meant everything was true.

But he couldn't.

Not when his pillar, and your pillar, is crumbling down on the floor with bloodshot eyes and scratchy throat. Iwaizumi had always been the strong one, always reliable and responsible. The rare times he let loose and run wild very few and far in between, even with Matsukawa and Hanamaki in equation. The straight-laced. The leader.

Between the three of you, Iwaizumi has been the pillar in your relationship. Now that he stumbled, Oikawa decided to be the one to lend him strength. He wanted to be there for you, to share in your pain because god knows how awful Iwaizumi's actions were.

"Stand up," Oikawa growled out. Glaring at him on the floor. "Go and follow her. Beg her for forgiveness. Get down on your knees and beg, Iwaizumi. Fuck! You can even disembowel yourself so she'd forgive you."

Silence was Iwaizumi's only response.

Oikawa glared harder, wishing that if he glared hard enough, Iwaizumi would wake the hell up and follow his words.

"Who was it?" Oikawa demanded, slamming his hand down the table.

"Kaede," Iwaizumi mumbled.

Oikawa's eyebrows shot up far into the sky, and he scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard he saw white for a second. "I knew that bitch had it in her."

Iwaizumi shook his head. "It's my fault."

An ear-splitting scream came out of Oikawa, making Iwaizumi jump in his seat on the floor. In a split-second, Oikawa was holding Iwaizumi by his collar, shoving his face as close as possible as he gritted out, "Damn right it is, you fucking bastard."

Shoving Iwaizumi away, Oikawa went back to pacing back and forth as Iwaizumi gathered his bearings again.

"Have you tried her phone?"

A head shake.

"Her parents?"

A head shake.

"You're an imbecile," Oikawa declared. He whipped out his phone, dialling your number. When it went to voicemail, Oikawa proceeded to your parents's home number. It rang for a while, Oikawa waiting patiently.

"They don't know," Iwaizumi said, finally getting up from his pity spot on the floor.

"You'd be in a coffin if they did," Oikawa snapped, but Iwaizumi smiled at the certainty of his words. A female voice answered and Oikawa perked up.

"Auntie! Did my wife made a surprise visit at your place? I wanted to take her out to dinner, but I can't reach her," Oikawa rattled out, his voice perky and bubbly.

"Tooru! Why, my lovely boy, she didn't drop by. How I wish you guys would drop by on your own," your mother replied.

"I miss you too, Auntie. We'll drop by soon," Oikawa promised.

"We'd love that," your mother agreed. "Take Hajime with you, alright?"

Oikawa smiled so sweetly Iwaizumi flinched, "Yes, we will. I'd have to say goodbye now, Auntie. We'll see you soon!"

As Oikawa pressed the end call button, he swiped a leg at Iwaizumi's thigh, muttering "damned bastard" under his breath.

"How the hell are we gonna fix this?" Oikawa cried, his legs giving out as he slumped down the couch. "If I knew you were gonna fuck up this bad, I would've killed you long ago."

Tears slipped from Oikawa's eyes and he growled, wiping at them as quickly as they came.

"You hurt her. You broke her heart. You messed up so bad, Iwa-chan," Oikawa said in between sobs. "She's my sister, my wife. You promised, Iwa-chan…"

Iwaizumi was quiet as he took a seat beside Oikawa, letting him cry his heart out. Suddenly, Oikawa froze, eyes wide and frantic, turning so fast towards Iwaizumi his neck cracked.

"How far did you go with the bitch?" he asked, acid coating his words. "Did you have sex with her?"

Iwaizumi had the decency to grimace, but he shook his head.

"Did you kiss her?"

A head shake.

"Flirting? Did you touch her?"

Iwaizumi was about to shake his head again, but Oikawa had enough of that, his patience snapping. Hitting the back of Iwaizumi's head, he screamed. "Use your damn mouth!"

Iwaizumi swallowed, eyes casting downwards. "I had dinner with her. She-she tried to kiss me, do more, but-" he drew a shaky breath before continuing, "I couldn't do it, Oikawa. You know how much I love Yuki."

"You love her so much you had dinner with another woman. You're an idiot," Oikawa spat.

"I know," Iwaizumi conceded, his shoulders hunched. "I just- I have no excuse, I know that. But when everything felt so safe and comfortable and normal, it became so easy to be swept by something exciting. It felt like something new came into my life and I was so blinded by it, that I didn't know what I was destroying in the process."

"So you fucked up," Oikawa concluded.

"So I fucked up," Iwaizumi seconded.

They both chuckled, then stopped at the same time. The weight of the situation settling down on them again. Oikawa smiled and Iwaizumi tried to return it, but grimaced at the sudden pain he felt.

Oikawa grinned, all teeth flashing white and bright. "Does it hurt, Iwa-chan?" He mocked.

Iwaizumi shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "I deserve it."

"Damn right you do."

then • now  • next

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa x reader #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #seijoh four #angst

[lodi-writes]

Little drabble based on @mintmatcha 's Soggy fics, I think about them occasionally, usually alone while cycling through miscellaneous shower thoughts, and this time I couldn't get it out of my head so I had to do something about it lol (tw angst and character death)

...

Life is hardly ever fair - you accepted that long ago, years before you had ever met Makki. But once you did meet him, your confidence in that fact faltered, flickered like a candle in a gentle breeze. You even allowed yourself for fleeting moments in the dead of night to believe that maybe the universe was saying "it's your turn to be happy." That was all, of course, destroyed by that same universe as easily as a fruit fly being squished the moment you heard his diagnosis. That was the true moment in which you admitted fully, to your core, that life is hardly ever fair. So why then, as you sat at his bedside, holding his hand long past his last breath, were you cursing the universe? Why then, as you watched grim men take his lifeless body out of the room, all but unrecognizable from illness, did you scream and cry at them to bring him back? Why, if you already accepted how unfair it would be? You had already grieved him long before he left, yet that last glimmer of hope he held onto (perhaps on your behalf) being torn away from the world was so much worse than you could have ever imagined.

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu makki #hanamaki takahiro #mintmatcha #angst #major character death #lodi writes #i do Not write angst but ive been in a mood(tm) so bear with me

[prowlrsurge]

·˚ ༘ August | Matsuhana

"august slipped away into a moment in time, 'cause it was never mine."

chap 1/? | 1.3k words college au, fluff to angst, artist hanamaki hanamaki's pov

'Throughout the month of August, Hanamaki meets someone new, makes a friend, gets a lover, then gets heartbroken, all with the same person.'

On the first day of August Hanamaki meets someone who walks into the wrong room, and they take a walk to the right place. This results in a new friend, who will develop into more as the month progresses. Yet, they were never a real thing, and Matsukawa was never his.

This was originally started August 10th, 2022, so some parts are from the original version.

·˚ ༘ Links: ao3 wattpad

#haikyuu #matsuhana #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #konoha #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #august #college au #fluff to angst #angst #fluff #meet cute #painting #prowlrsurge

[han-jislay]

haikyuu fic recs because *chefs kiss* mwah ლ(╹◡╹ლ) | #1

boiled frogs | matsuhana

-timeskip seijou -makes me cry whether thats sadness or from laughter idk -matsu overcoming and recovering from a shit relationship

stargazing | kagesuga

-FLUFF?!?!? SM FLUFF (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) -body appreciation like yes

melt me with your gaze | iwaoi

-iwa-chan gets distracted by kawa wearing glasses

in another life | bokuaka

-who doesn’t know this omg -hospital au -ANGSTY PAIN 👹

crisis converted | bokuaka

-police au -akaashi has a thing for bokuto’s legs 

burning bright | oikuroo

-magical au -in denial kawa -overcoming fear and burdens with kuroo

#haikyuu #anime #ao3 #fanfic #matsukawa #hanamaki #matsuhana #kageyama #sugawara #kagesuga #iwaizumi #oikawa #iwaoi #bokuto #akaashi #bokuaka #angst #fluff #kuroo #oikuroo #kurooi

[rosy-126]

We’ll Meet Again In The Stars

Trigger warning: suicide

Oikawa has always liked Iwaizumi. Since the first day he saw him, he knew that he was in love. Iwaizumi was never the type to attract a lot of people. Usually it was Oikawa who got all the attention.

(Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa has made countless jokes that Oikawa even attracted Ushijima.)

Oikawa knew that he had a chance with his beloved Iwa-chan. If Iwaizumi chose anyone it would be him.

But it wasn’t.

After they parted ways for college and university, Iwaizumi met someone whom he was interested in. She was everything to him. He was everything to her.

Oikawa returned to his plain apartment after a long day at work. He checked the mail as usual. (Not there was usually anything important there.) So you can imagine his surprise when he opened it up to find Iwaizumi’s wedding invitation.

Last he knew Iwaizumi was single! Oikawa’s mind flooded with so many thoughts.

When?

How?

Why?

Why not him?

Oikawa thought that he would be the one with Iwaizumi. He was happy but…

Oikawa was honestly still pouting when he was on the plane back to Miyagi. Not that there was anything he could do.

Oikawa sighed as he rung the doorbell. A few seconds passed. Then… an all too familiar face opened the door.

“IWA-CHAN!!” Oikawa practically squealed at the sight.

“Shut up Shittykawa,” replied Iwaizumi.

“Heheh,” Oikawa ruffled his hair, “Sorry. Just excited to see you.”

Iwaizumi just rolled his eyes and let him inside. After a quick house tour, some introductions, and catching up, it was time for Oikawa to go back to the hotel he rented.

Oikawa was glad Iwaizumi found someone. She was nice and sweet. She seemed so perfect compared to him.

Oikawa mentally slapped himself. He’d promised himself that he’d stop comparing himself with others. This wasn’t even about volleyball!

The soft city sounds lulled Oikawa to sleep.

A few days later:

Iwaizumi walked glumly to the cemetery.

One second Oikawa was sleeping on a hotel bed, the next he was found dead.

He hung himself!

Why would he even think about that!

Iwaizumi postponed the wedding with everyone’s agreement. It felt wrong to be so happy when his childhood best friend suicided.

Police had found a note in Oikawa’s hand that read “For Iwaizumi Hajime”.

Iwaizumi was surprised at first. But he opened the letter anyways.

Hey Iwa-chan

I just needed to tell you something before I go. I love you. I always have. But I’m happy you found someone to be happy with. Maybe one day we’ll meet again in the stars.

Love Tooru

Iwaizumi started to tear up, “Shittykawa. That idiot!”

He started to cry even harder.

Choking down his tears he said, “But, yeah. Maybe one day we will meet again in the stars.”

“I’ll always be here with you Iwa-chan.”

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