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ahtsumu · 3 years

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Hm. Take your favorite boys, what do you think they're insecure about?

i wrote for oikawa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo, and tendou! sorry for the length i just love them so much lol

OIKAWA TOORU:

not being good enough. this one’s clear as day and everyone knows it but i think there’s another layer to this. i think it’s two-fold. so first of all, he’s insecure about the limits to his skill compared to the monster generation, which is his own problem. but then he’s also insecure about people surpassing him in skill. so not only is the insecurity about something internal, but it’s also affected by external factors. and then you see how his self-hatred (self-hatred may be strong but that’s what the essence of insecurity is, right?) spills over to the way he treats/views others, turning him into this bitter, calculating guy who would work himself dead just prove that he is good enough.

his volatility. listen, for someone as smart as oikawa, he definitely knows it’s not normal to be utterly consumed by the need to even be just a sliver of a bit better than his opponents. and it makes him act in questionable, erratic ways. underneath that calm, put-together facade is a tsunami of ugly emotions that oikawa is highly aware of. i think he’s afraid this side to him will hurt others and makes him a burden, hence his overdone, saccharine, charmer persona. it keeps people at a distance–– emotionally. i think he’s definitely a sweet guy on the inside and genuinely kind to people he doesn’t view as competition (and he actually really appreciates his fans), but because of how he’s scared of exposing his scary side, he overdoes the flamboyant airheadedness. by doing so, he weeds out the people he doesn’t think would stay with him through thick-and-thin anyway.

i like to think that post-timeskip oikawa has dealt with these demons and found a way to just be satisfied. maybe he just needed to expand his horizons. maybe he found a team that was already really good and he, with his setting style, made them great–– better than seijoh could ever have been. olympic gold-medal worthy. he deserves it.

MIYA ATSUMU:

firstly, i don’t think atsumu’s insecurities are as crippling as oikawa’s. if we factor in his personality based on his volleyball playing style, he’s not the type to overthink or scheme or calculate like oikawa, so i also headcanon him to be less “in his head” and more “in the moment”. this means his insecurities play a smaller role in shaping his personality and are less visible in the manga/anime.

he’s rough around the edges. his speech is coarse (the accent, the slang, the insults) and he fights with osamu in public and he definitely doesn’t shy away from provoking people he barely knows. i bet atsumu sometimes wonders if other people look down upon him because of that. like they might feel like he’s too wild. but i don’t think he dwells on this because he’s also a very confident guy and proud of where he comes from. it’s just a passing thought that sometimes puts a damper on his mood for a bit, and then he’s back to normal.

he’s unlikeable. atsumu has a strong personality–– goofball, airhead, loud, brutally honest, cocky... and he was abandoned by his middle school teammates and classmates for being “an arrogant jerk”. and judging by his behaviour in high school, his middle school years shaped him into a “so what if they hate me?” kinda guy–– meaning, he doesn’t care what random people think of him. what he does care about, though, is if these traits of his impact the way his friends view him or feel because of him. he didn’t grow up with many friends and he probably knows what loneliness feels like. i think he’d hate to feel it again, so he’s a lot more careful about his negative traits around friends. the people who matter.

vulnerability. atsumu’s been shown denying the fact that he was crying even though he was touched by kita’s kindness. that, and how he’s got this huge (and i think purposely overdone) overconfident/brash persona kind of builds a wall of strength around him. in reality, he’s a softie. atsumu’s definitely afraid of people coming into his life and then just leaving because, again, his personality’s an acquired taste and he’s been abandoned before. in his eyes, his softer side is his weaker side because he’s more susceptible to getting hurt.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

letting people down. ushijima lives to be reliable. he wants to be, like his dad described, the ace that makes everyone think “if i toss to him, he’ll definitely score”. he shoulders on so much responsibility and it’s because he needs prove that he is the guy people can depend on. and a lot of it has to do with making his dad–– whom he rarely ever sees–– proud, but a lot of it also has to do with the genuine desire to be strong for others. so to be the exact opposite, to show or maybe even suggest that he isn’t as sturdy as he is (which he definitely has done before, probably with all the team’s losses), i think that’s the one thing that gets him most insecure. or i guess you could say this is his greatest fear: to no longer be reliable.

honestly, i think ushijima is one of the least bothered people in haikyuu, which is why i can only confidently headcanon one insecurity. he’s got amazing tunnel vision and he doesn’t let himself get carried away by emotion. that being said, he has emotions. he’s just able to compartmentalise and focus on what’s important: getting better. if he loses, he doesn’t wallow in self-pity–– he does 100 serves. ushijima turns his insecurities/flaws into strength.

i’d suggest maybe his family situation as a possible soft spot, but by the way he openly answered tendou’s questions it’s clear that he’s not exactly torn up over his parents’ divorce. i think he’d be insecure about getting into a relationship, though. it involves a lot of vulnerability and dedication/time, the latter of which he’s not sure he can take from volleyball. i genuinely believe he never dated in high school because he was way too focused on going to nationals for that. so that lack of experience would also make him just a little uncomfortable about dating as an adult, i think. but he’s also not the type to dwell on these things. he’d probably just go for it. he’s a straight-forward, logical, clear-minded guy.

KUROO TETSUROU:

his baggage. based on the canon information about his parents being divorced and him not seeing his sister, and then the fanon stuff about him growing up listening to them fight endlessly… there’s a lot of trauma that comes with a dysfunctional family that undoubtedly made him into the self-preserving and cunning captain he is today. he has to be able to figure people out and protect himself in order to survive, but that also means he’s a lot more guarded than most. he’s that guy who gets along with everyone but he wouldn’t call most of them his friends. kuroo likes to keep people at arm’s length to protect them and himself from getting hurt. there’s just too much trauma for another person to deal with, unless they really show him that they won’t just leave him high and dry. even after he’s let them in, i don’t think kuroo would talk much about it.

not knowing what romantic love is supposed to be like. and by love, i mean the act of loving–– not the emotion. i find that with kids who’ve grown up in dysfunctional families or are children of divorce, they’re either extremely hesitant to enter relationships or they impulsively dive into them. i think kuroo’s the former. he’s very intelligent and patient, so i can definitely see him being scared to get involved with other people for their sake. after all, he knows that what he’s experienced in reality about love is not correct–– but at the same time, that’s all he knows. he just doesn’t know what a relationship is supposed to look like. is it a lot of independence? or are you supposed to be attached at the hip? how do you get that comfortable around someone? i think this lack of knowledge makes him insecure about getting into relationships.

TENDOU SATORI:

his appearance. we also all know tendou has had the most trauma being bullied and “overcame” the bullying by embracing the demon persona (just on the court!!), but i highly doubt he’d want to be loved for that off the court. the way he treats his friends shows that he’s a very loving, soft, and playful guy. and he’s more resignedly accepted the fact that everyone’s first impression of him will always be the sadistic, scary-looking demon, but i’m sure it affects the way he interacts with people he believes to be conventionally attractive. like maybe he feels just a little undeserving/unsuitable to be around them.

going over the line. tendou is a really sensitive guy with high emotional intelligence–– partially because of how he’s been forced to learn to read people to figure out their intentions, and partially because he never wants to hurt the people he loves. for example, tendou apologised when he kept badgering ushijima about his father and realised it could be a sensitive subject. but i also feel like because he’s such a rowdy, high-energy guy, sometimes his teasing and mischief can go a little far. maybe it’s a text that reads too rudely, followed by a lag on the receiver’s side. and maybe that’s when the overthinking kicks in. like, “that was really mean, satori. that was too far. you should apologise. what if they were really hurt by that? what if they don’t like you anymore?”

being overlooked. tendou pretty much only exists in relation to ushijima and even though he loves ushijima to death i’m sure sometimes he just feels a little down about the fact that he lives in his shadow. he’s always “ushijima’s friend” or “the middle blocker on ushijima’s team” and he’s rarely recognised for his own existence. i think he’s also accepted this, as shown by when he told ushijima to tell all the future reporters that they were friends. tendou had already accepted how ushijima was destined for attention, no matter how in-your-face he himself was. what i love is how furudate kinda inverts this trope by making tendou the famous guest of a show and talking about ushijima instead. it doesn’t change how much he loves ushijima or how much he’ll continue singing his best friend’s praises, but i think some part of him will always wonder if a new person is only taking interest in him because of his connection to ushijima.

#oikawa tooru #miya atsumu #ushijima wakatoshi #kuroo tetsurou #tendou satori #haikyuu!!

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tanzaniiite · 3 years

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BREAK UP BLUES • PRETTY SETTER SQUAD

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warnings: break ups

a/n: i ‘ve had one break up in my whole 18 years of living, therefore i’m an expert 😋

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alt. title: how the p.s.s. reacts when you break up with them

he would be so… lost

suga seems like the type of person that when he loves, he loves hard

so when you come out of the blue (seemingly) talking about breaking up, he will literally be at a lost for words

genuinely won’t understand and will try to hear you out but the drumming in his ears is way too loud for him to hear anything your saying

“..but yeah, i’m not ready for a relationship and i just need to work on myself right now”

“yeah yeah of course, i.. uh, hope you find yourself”

ngl this man is bitter abt the break up, you claim you need to work on yourself which is fine but why would you put yourself in a relationship if you weren’t technically ready?

kōshi is heartbroken for the most part, and would like to still be friends with you after his wounds heal

but that idea is immediately thrown out the window when he sees you in a relationship only after six months of y’all breaking up

i thought you had to work on yourself?

most likely caught on to the fact you wanted to break up long before it happens

he’s observant and he loves you, of course he’ll notice

thinks it’s because he doesn’t spend much time with you or because he isn’t huge on pda

starts to change himself to fit what he thinks you want, gets to the point where he’s not even himself

kenma just loves you so much and although he’ll never vocalize it; he doesn’t want to lose you

so if he had to become a different person for you to stay, then he will

unfortunately this just makes things worse

“kozume, we should break up. these past few months have been weird and it’s like i don’t even know who you are”

he can’t even respond. can’t tell if he’s more distraught over you breaking up with him or from you calling him by his last name

you’ve never done that, even when the two of you were just friends

doesn’t fight you on your decision, he’s tired

once the whole ordeal is said and done, he calls kuroo

being his best friend, kuroo has seen kenma sad before but…

this was the first time he’s ever heard kenma cry so openly

i have never wrote for this man, pls have mercy

anyways he personally reminds me of myself

meaning he has that, “i’ll hurt you before you hurt me” mentality (aka. self sabotaging)

is it healthy? absolutely not but he can’t help it

if he feels you becoming distant or seemingly pulling away from him little by little, he will become extremely paranoid

now semi doesn’t seem like the type to beg anyone to stay with him because that’s just not his style

but he’ll definitely fight until he can’t no more

the nail in the coffin was when he saw your stuff disappear from your shared apartment little by little

obviously confronts you about it and swears his heart stopped when you say you’re moving back in with your parents for a bit

eita knew what that meant, he wasn’t stupid

so before you can utter another word, he blurts out:

“we should break up.”

“h-huh?”

can tell he caught you off guard and despite being upset, he can’t help but feel a little proud

he got to hurt you, before you hurt him

…but then why was he hurting so much?

it’s mutal… or so you thought

akaashi would be shocked when you bring up the idea of breaking up

but because he’s in tune with his emotions, he wouldn’t show it

instead he’ll pretend he was thinking abt the same thing, when he definitely was not

“i think we should break up, keiji. i’m just not feeling this relationship anymore, sorry”

“no need to apologize, i was just thinking the same thing”

on the inside he would be so confused

where did he go wrong? was it something he did? was he so boring that you got bored of the relationship?

all these questions with no answers

he strikes me as the type to throw himself into his work on a regular basis but this increased tenfold once you break up with him

it’s to the point where he neglects himself and bokuto has to come over or this man will starve

doesn’t cry abt it, obviously he’s sad but he just doesn’t have it in him to cry

crying won’t fix anything, so why bother?

you announcing that you want to break up throws him for a loop

he genuinely didn’t see anything wrong with your relationship so he’s hella confused

“you.. want to break up?”

“yeah, i just think we should move on and see other people”

“why? i don’t want to see other people, i want you”

this poor man

of course he respects your decision, no matter how much he hates it

and i feel like he wouldn’t register the fact the two of you broke up until he vocalizes it

“what happened between you and y/n?”

“oh. we broke up”

“…we broke up”

that’s when it hits him the hardest

doesn’t seem like the type to cry about it but he has shed a few tears

kageyama will just throw himself into his volleyball career and swear off dating for a while

he doesn’t want to put himself out there just to get his heart broken again

this man has been through break ups before so this isn’t his first rodeo

but honestly wasn’t expecting it, he thought y’all were good

clearly not

“—i’m sorry, i wish you nothing but the best though”

he tuned out the minute he heard break up and didn’t tune back in until that last bit

and unlike semi, oikawa does strike me as the type to beg you to stay

“you really wanna give this up?”

“come on cutie, we can work this out!”

“why are you giving up on us?”

“y/n… please.”

it’s extremely painful for both you and him (more so him, of course)

i hope you aren’t too close with his friends bc they will avoid you, especially iwaizumi

it’s nothing personal but they knew tooru first and they don’t want to “betray” him

oikawa will cry about the whole thing but only by himself

to the public, he’s perfectly fine.

“better off without you” he says

it’s not like the love of his life broke his heart, why wouldn’t he be fine?

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akemiiiii · 3 years

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Like waves crashing.

[before anything else, i know i only put my art here, but I do write from time to time hehe, so I'm sharing this one with you all, much love! I hope you enjoy it!]

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“What the fuck?”

The first thing that Iwaizumi registers in his sleep-addled mind is that the bed is too soft. It did not feel like the firm mattress he always sleeps on in his apartment.

The second thing he registers is the soft scent of bergamot and pine which reminds him of Oikawa.

Which was definitely weird because Oikawa isn’t anywhere remotely near him at the moment, in fact, he clearly remembers he was 6 thousand miles away.

His eyes open to see a white ceiling, a grey duvet cover, and the king-sized bed he was currently on.

”What the fuck?”

Iwaizumi was thoroughly confused. He doesn’t remember anything that would sufficiently explain where he was.

The last thing he does remember was his sleep-deprived thoughts of missing Tooru because they’d yet to see each other for a year now and a pixelated face on a screen does not count.

And now here he is on a soft mattress that does wonders for his body, a room he does not recognize, and a scent that reminds him so much of his best friend.

“Did I die from missing Tooru so much?” Iwa anxiously gets up from the bed and heads to what he assumes is the cabinet. Right now, the idea of lying half-naked on a stranger’s bed did not seem appealing.

The thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth for reasons unknown to him. But as Iwaizumi scrambles to open the cabinet, his sight lands on two very conspicuous shirts.

Hanging isolated on the right end of the closet was a black shirt that housed a small Japanese flag right above where a heart would be when worn. Besides the black shirt is a blue jersey, a huge ‘13’ smack right in the middle with an Argentine flag on the corner.

For the 3rd time that day, Iwaizumi curses.

Was Tooru already 1st string on his team? Was he already playing for Argentina? Wait, no, that’d be impossible Tooru would have to be an Argentine citizen for that ti happen.

Thoughts beeline in his brain, too fast for him to process. While Iwa was trying to understand what he was seeing, voices past the door of the room catch his attention.

Iwa stands still, eyes wide, fearing he’d be caught. Any hopes of these people leaving burn to dust as the knob turns slightly.

Then his eyes meet the soft brown burned and buried into his heart.

“Tooru?” Iwaizumi doesn’t take notice of the fact that Oikawa’s taller, bulkier, and more tanned. He was too happy to finally see his best friend after a year of not having him near that he barrels past the unfamiliar room to crush said man into a fierce hug.

“...Iwa-chan?” Oikawa squeaks out

“Tooru! Gods, I missed your stupid face, how are you here? Why are you here?” at this Iwa moves back to glare at the man “You better not have skipped out on your practices dumbass, you know better than to…”

“What the fuck?” The fourth curse surprisingly does not come from Iwaizumi. Well, not from the one who just bear-hugged Oikawa.

Iwa’s eyes move from Oikawa’s wide-blown eyes, past his shoulder, to see his own face staring back at him. A more muscled, more robust, maybe slightly taller version of himself.

Iwa curses for the fifth time.

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“Wait, wait, wait, you mean to say it is currently 2024?” Iwaizumi asks this supposedly adult Tooru.

“Yeah! We’re like, 30 now, Iwa-chan!” For the most part, Tooru looks extremely amused at what was happening that he couldn’t stop looking back and forth between the younger Iwa and the older.

“Damn, Iwa-chan, look at all the wrinkles you’ve accumulated, I told you all that scowling was gonna stay.” Oikawa chatters on excitedly

“Shut up ‘kawa” On the other hand, Iwa’s older counterpart now looks on calmly, as if this mind-blowing event was a normal part of his everyday life.

“Wait, you said we’re in Japan? And we’re...living together?? What about Argentina? Did you come back to Japan after all? But that wouldn’t explain the jersey…” There was so much Iwa wanted to ask about, but these were his topmost concerns.

“Hmmm, how much am I allowed to say? Will this affect the past? How did you even get here?” Oikawa directs the first 2 questions to the Iwaizumi closer to him (the adult one) and directs the last one to the Iwa sitting in front of them.

“I suppose you can say the condition we’re in now. But not the major ones.” The adult Iwaizumi offers

“But Iwa-chan! How am I supposed to know which ones are ‘major’ ones?!” Oikawa whines out, dramatically air quoting his statement.

The older Iwa heaves a sigh and faces his counterpart, “Yeah, we’re living together, we’re in Japan, as for Argentina, you’ll know in time.”

“...Huh.” Younger Iwa just huffs at that, but living together wasn’t really a big issue, in the back of his mind, Iwa thinks he knew all along that they would end up like that anyway.

Living with your best friend doesn’t really pose any much problem for him, plus he’d get to spend the days with Oikawa at his side and take care of his dumbass, so it’d be a win-win.

Younger Iwa still doesn’t realize why exactly he was very much pleased with the information that he and Oikawa living together was a great thing.

“Wait, I wanna know how old you are though Iwa-chan, you look almost the same as I remember when we were high school, but with major eye-bags.” Oikawa shifts closer, and younger Iwa stares at the freckles prominent on his face, the wide smile, and something in him clicks.

The one difference that he couldn’t pin, the one thing that made him believe that this Tooru really wasn’t his Tooru. This Tooru exuded happiness. Exuded contentedness.

He must’ve stared too long because Oikawa’s clearing of the throat makes snaps him out of whatever he was trying to comprehend.

“..Ah. well you aren’t exactly wrong, its been a year or so after we graduated as seniors. I’m at the end of the 2nd sem of college,” Iwa explains

“Holy fuck, that’d make you 19, ah youth! You’re so young let me pinch your cheeks!” Oikawa doesn’t wait for the go before both hands grab at younger Iwa’s chubby cheeks.

“Ha-ji-me~~ your baby fats are all still here! How wonderful!”

The sudden use of first name leaves Iwa blushing in Oikawa’s hands, panicked eyes seek help from the man beside Oikawa but adult him just laughed at his plight.

“Oi, ‘Kawa stop, he’ll combust.”

“You mean, you’ll combust?” Oikawa turns his head to face his Iwaizumi and wiggles his eyebrows. Younger Iwa doesn’t miss the gleam of affection that passes his eyes, and suddenly he is very aware of the lack of insults these two were trading.

If they were them, in the future, surely they’d have the same amount of banter he and Oikawa have, right? the roughhousing and all that, right?

But the only thing Iwa sees are casual touches here and there.

Like a switch, Iwa realizes a lot of things.

The apartment seemed to only have one master bedroom. In that room was a king-sized bed. With two pillows. The closet seems to house both of their clothes.

Oikawa was leaning into adult Iwa’s space more than the usual Oikawa would have been to younger Iwa.

There was a lot of gentle and almost, Iwa daresay, loving affectionate stares the two in front of him kept having in this hour alone.

And the most glaring, most shocking, most unbelievable thing Iwa has finally, finally noticed: The shining, demanding gleam of two matching rings.

“Are you married?” Iwa blurts out, the need to know suddenly engulfing him in ways he can’t fathom. How? Why? Since when?

The two in front of him exchange glances. And as an answer, both lace their fingers together. It is the older him that speaks softly, “Yeah.”

The word silences him. Once again, thoughts swim in his mind furiously crashing back and forth like waves.

How? Did he actually love Tooru all this time or did he come to fall in love with him? Was it when they were separated??

Why? Was this a need or a want or a what? What exactly could be the reason that they’d end up married???

Since when? When did they fall in love, when did they decide on marriage, when did they realize that the other was the one person they wanted to spend their entire lives with?

Iwa’s mind was a mess, but honestly, he knew every answer. He was probably in love with his best friend. No, not probably. Definitely. He started the moment they met and never stopped.

He loved Tooru. Loved his stupid collection of alien merch, loved the way his eyes lit up when they were on call, loved the way he took the spot next to Iwa as if that was where he was always supposed to be.

Iwaizumi loved and hated the way he was separated from Tooru, because of the space it left and because of the growth it pushed in them.

In the back of his mind, Iwaizumi hoped, wished, and knew that whatever their future may be, he’d always be beside Tooru, even if they were physically apart.

He’d known for years now that his future would have been with Tooru because the only future he pictured himself happy was with Tooru.

Fuck, he was in love with his best friend.

“Holy shit.” Iwa breathes out.

“Yep. Hard to swallow that you’re in love with this ass right?” Older him chuckles out, nudging Oikawa’s shoulder

“Hey! I’m a fine piece of ass. You’re lucky enough you got me!” Oikawa shoves back, the smile evident behind his pouting face.

“I really am.” The casual confidence in which his adult self replies to this is another blow to Iwa.

He fell in love with his best friend.

He gets to live with his best friend.

He gets to marry his best friend.

He gets to spend the rest of his life loving the person who has always made his soul feel alive.

“I love that I’m getting to see firsthand your reaction to realizing you’re in love with me.” Oikawa pinches the younger Iwa’s cheek with his free hand, and all pleasant thoughts of Tooru fly away, getting replaced with irritation at his smug smile.

“Well, knowing me, you have no other option but to fall in love with me Iwa-chan. I mean really, did you really think you’d get rid of me that easily?? My bi realization happened in junior high, you shit!”

Oikawa’s hold on his cheek strengthens, as he forcefully wiggles Iwa’s face right and left. Adult Iwa was apparently finding it amusing.

“Like what the hell! You were up in my room all shirtless in summer when it’s hot! And sweat!! And you had the fucking gall to play wrestle me without even knowing the internal turmoil I was having!”

Oikawa finally lets go of his abused cheeks, it was probably beet red from the amount of force he used to pinch, but also because of the words Oikawa was spewing.

“To be fair, ‘kawa, you liked the play wrestles because you said it gave you a reason to touch the developing muscles I had.” adult Iwa smooths over.

“It was still unfair because up until we were seniors I was literally dropping hints left and right and the entire fuckin’ team knew, and you were still there being the slowest idiot I have ever encountered in my life. Even your parents knew, how slow can you be Iwa-chan?”

Oikawa’s glare was directed at older Iwa, but it could have also been aimed at him from the amount of mortification he had. So that was why Oikawa loved holding hands when going home back then.

“Ah, the sweet taste of knowing the exact moment you realized you love me. Can’t believe it took for you to meet the future us to fucken know. Iwa-chan, you a rare breed.” Oikawa winks at him.

Older Iwa snorts, “Oh my god, never use that phrase again Tooru, what the fuck” He shoves him playfully, while Oikawa just wiggles his eyebrow back at him, prompting older Iwa’s fuller laugh.

And seeing this domestic scene in front of him somehow calms Iwaizumi enough to the point that everything in the world rearranges itself because he has found the answer that settles his very core.

“Ah. Times up.” Older Iwa says, looking straight at him. He dons a secretive smile, and for some reason, Iwa understands that he’s probably going to go back to the past now.

“Wait, last thing, are we happy? together?” Iwa frantically asks. Because no matter how he wants what this future paints, he wants what makes Oikawa happiest the most.

Adult Oikawa moves closer to him, leaving a lingering kiss on his forehead. “Ah, my Iwa-chan, I was never, will never be not happy when I’m with you. Now off you go! Don’t make things too hard for me, ‘kay?”

A last caress is what Iwa feels before he wakes up back in his shitty apartment with clustered notes and dirty laundry. It was currently afternoon, which means Tooru would be lounging in his own bed, probably reading.

Iwaizumi picks up his phone to ring him immediately. It’s answered in less than a minute, and the fluffy cocoon blanket of Tooru is what greets him first, before the scrunched-up nose of his best friend.

“You’re late Iwa-chan! Did you forget about lil’ ol’ me?” He pouts, and even though he was just with Tooru a second ago, he missed this Tooru still.

“Never. Hey Tooru.” The first name surprises Tooru, a blush rising, and before he would’ve just waved that off, but now that Iwa knows what he knows, he can easily see the pleased and happy gleam Tooru feels.

“Hey Hajime. So, how was your day?”

Iwa opens his mouth to tell him what he had just experienced, but adult Oikawa’s last words ring in his mind. It wouldn’t be fun at all if Hajime makes it known that he knows Tooru likes him, and him vice versa would it?

He closes his mouth and hides a grin. Nope. Not fun at all. Guess he’ll let things flow for now and keep Tooru at his feet. Someones gotta have to, right?

“Nothing much, I just woke up late, anyways tell me that gossip you had with your Abuela.”

“Oh yeah!! Iwa-chan you won’t believe what's happened, Juan’s partner got…”

Really, Iwaizumi muses that he should have realized long ago that he can’t imagine anybody else’s voice filling up his days in the future.

[Ok omg, tell me what you think, I know there're probably a lot of errors in grammar, hshshs, i'm still trying to get a hang of writing :D, I really hope you enjoyed reading this !!]

#iwaoi #iwaoi fanfiction #iwaoi drabble #iwaoi headcanon #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi fluff #oikawa fluff

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 3 years

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For a considerable amount of the day, Oikawa found himself seized by a net of emotions. Aiding Osamu in his quest to earn your forgiveness was certainly the correct decision, a fact affirmed by your reaction to the cook’s presence. Yet, since his departure from the apartment, the setter struggled to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile. What plagued him stemmed from a rather selfish desire, albeit a natural one. The thought of returning home to an empty apartment had stirred awake a sense of loneliness, one that had been dormant since your arrival. Truthfully, he missed his best friends, and while he knew that Japan was your home, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye.

And was it really that terrible that he wanted to spend a little more time with you?

A mixture between a sigh and grunt was exhaled by the volleyball player as he twisted the doorknob and nudged open the door. Maybe it was time for him to get a roommate. It would certainly be better than spending most of his time alone.

“Tooru?”

Pausing mid-step, his eyes travelled across the room, instantly searching for the one who called him.

“Y/n? You’re still here?” The brunette blinked slowly, adjusting to the dimmed lighting. It took him a few seconds to process the scene ahead – but there you were, lounging on the couch with a pillow hugged against your chest. His first instinct was to scan the open space for a second figure, though to his disbelief, you were alone. “I thought you would have left with the onigiri man.”

His admission was initially responded to with a little tisk, with the sound resonating from the inside of your mouth. The noise prompted the setter to expel a partially suppressed chortle as he tossed his keys onto the coffee table. Your artificial display of disappointment only increased the joy slowly washing over him. He had spent the entire day fixated on the possibility that you would leave without a goodbye, thereby neglecting to consider that you could have chosen to stay.

“Was that disappointment in your voice, Tooru?” Adjusting your position on the couch, you narrowed your eyelids into a questioning glare. Of course, you knew it wasn’t disappointment laced into his inquiry, and yet you felt compelled to tease him.

“Oh yeah, didn’t you know? I only invited Miya here to get rid of you.”

The snarky remark did not pierce through your false veil of suspicion, and when he claimed the spot next to you on the couch, a playful growl vibrated inside your throat.

“How unfortunate that I got rid of him instead.”

“Yeah right. You didn’t.” Oikawa was well acquainted with your teasing ways, and the sarcasm coating your witty counter did not go unnoticed. There were also other factors that led him to dismiss your response. The likelihood of you remaining inside and sober after breaking off your relationship was extremely low. Additionally, even if your emotional stability tipped on the scale towards insanity, he could not see you murdering your fiancé. Murdering the girl who had caused this entire mess, though? He could predict that. And he knew for a fact, you would be a very theatrical killer, and if anyone would be your partner in crime, it would be Hanamaki.

But that was not the point right now!

Noticing the setter’s gaze travel in the opposite direction as his mind wandered, you rolled your eyes, providing your head a short shake. “Of course, I didn’t.”

The annoyance in your response guided him back to the conversation, forcing him to abandon his concerns about your mental state. Stretching out slightly, he brushed his knee against yours, seeking to demonstrate that you once again had his full attention. “So, if you didn’t get rid of him, why are you still here?”

“Wow, now I’m seriously thinking you did want to get rid of me!” A dramatic gasp parted your lips, as you scooted forward, fully intending on delivering his forehead a flick if he continued this charade.

“Y/n, don’t look at me like that!” Lifting his hands in surrender, laughter bubbled from his chest. “You know what I mean. What’s going on? You two are usually inseparable.” It was for that reason alone, he thought you would have elected to leave tonight.

The question generated a wave of exhaustion to collide with your chest, prompting a knot to form inside your ribcage. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip roughly, you shifted your attention to the television, seeking a remedy for your sudden change in mood. The alteration in your confidence surprised him.

“Things have changed, Tooru.” Bitterness crawled up your esophagus, disguising itself as laughter as you curled your fingers in, digging your nails into your palms. “I’ve been sitting here for two hours obsessing over that. I didn’t want things to change. I was happy before.” Frustrated with the vulnerability in your words, tension strained your jaw. “I don’t want to start over from the beginning. I loved my relationship with him… Well... mostly. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” The cries spilling from your swollen lips were intertwined with a silent beg – as if you were pleading him to say something – anything, that could solve the damage your relationship had endured.

“So, don’t start over from the beginning. Things went wrong recently right. Redo the last three months.” His solution had sounded much more refined in his head, and now that he vocalized it, it dawned on him how ridiculous it was. A tense smile stretched out his lips as you squinted at him, attempting to comprehend what the hell was just said.

“Do you have a time machine I don’t know about, Jimmy Neutron? Because if you do, I have a few points in time that I would like to revisit.” The emotions that had sparked just a moment ago faltered, with amusement claiming its spot. While his solution did not provide you the remedy you sought, it did at least silence the increasing irritation flooding your nerves.

“You did not just compare me to that acorn headed kid.” Bewildered, Oikawa reeled back, straightening his posture.

“I always thought his hair looked like ice cream.” A thoughtful expression painted your features, the ridiculousness of your comment further soothing the erratic beating inside of your chest.

“I’m sorry – what?” He was unsure whether you were purposefully deflecting or if this was merely the result of your minimal attention span. Either way, he needed to guide you back to the topic that required addressing. “You know, this is not the point! I was trying to support you.” Reaching out, he poked at your nose with his index finger.

“Oh, I know. Emphasis on ‘trying’.” Snickering to yourself, you gently swatted away his finger. But the male took the action to heart, holding the now ‘injured’ limb to his chest protectively.

“At least I’m trying.” The puppy-like expression that brought his caramel irises to expand dismantled any desire you had to continue teasing him.

“Fine, tell me Bill Nye. How do I ‘redo’ the last three months?” Your brows were provided a lift, indicting your willingness to receive his ‘advice’.

“I didn’t mean literally! I meant, work on what went wrong. Like…” Permitting his gaze to wander away from yours, he laced his fingers together, twiddling his thumbs. “your drinking habits.” The comment was followed by a little innocent whistle, and from the side of his eye, he saw you twitch at the sound.

“Okay. Touché, pretty boy.” He was absolutely correct in his assessment, but that did not keep your features from twitching into a scowl. Why did he have to come for you like that?

“You’re going to have to accept that your relationship won’t go back to normal right away. But what you can do is try and work on what went wrong.” Based on your receptiveness to his first suggestion, Oikawa assumed you would be open to hearing his additional comments. But he was sadly mistaken.

“What do you think you are, a marriage counselor?” Feigning disgust, you planted your palms on his cheeks, squishing his face together. “What are you going to say next? A relationship is something that can bloom? And communication is something you can polish?”

“On second thought, I do want you gone!” As you continued to play with his face, the setter sniffled before curling his lips out into a pout. Cold. You were so damn cold.

“I’m just kidding. Come here, ice cream head.” After releasing his cheeks from your grip, you snaked your arms around his neck, drawing him into a tight embrace. “I appreciate you a lot.”

Your words provided Oikawa a bit of comfort, but he continued to pout, aiming to tug on your heartstrings.

“You better.”

Let’s do it again, shall we - jimmy neutron

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hajimewhore · 3 years

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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 2.7k words ➷Humor, fluff, angst, awkwardness, pining, swearing, my tendency to write introspective, the usual stuff in here ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, ✈Part 6, Part 7

“Hajime, let’s walk together without Tooru.”

You hear a voice call out to you the second you step out of the gym. The abrupt call startles you when you register it’s your own voice—it feels a tad cryptic, considering you’re still not used to hearing it unless it’s coming from you.

Hajime is glancing around, keeping his voice low, clearly wary of any prying ears or casual listeners.

“Huh? Yeah, alright.”

You jog up to his side, exiting the school grounds with him. A worry creeps in your gut, but you push it aside to hear what he has to say first. No use getting anxious when he hasn’t even said anything yet.

It’s interesting, your strides are much longer than you’re used to, so you have to actively think about matching your pace with Hajime’s currently shorter legs (you hate to call your legs short, but there is an obvious comparison).

It’s something you never worried about before, considering you were always the one surrounded by long-legged bastards, but it has you thinking that Hajime must’ve always consciously walked in step with you. Even Tooru tended to take long strides (as if he were the main character in an anime, leading the way for the extras).

You try to quell the metaphorical butterflies that are making themselves at home inside your ribcage, but it’s rapidly replacing the anxiety that was stirring from Hajime’s abrupt request.

You’re supposed to be serious right now. You can’t be caught up with how sweet and caring Hajime is, even though he doesn’t voice it and generally has an attitude that needs minor adjustment, but you’re constantly reminded every day how his love language is more about acts of service and silent gestures with no intent for acknowledgement and—

“What’s up?”

You say with as much nonchalance as you can muster, it’s best to cut that train of thought off, especially when said train is being directed by Iwaizumi Hajime—not only filling your brain but the space directly next to you.

You can only assume there’s something pressing he wanted to talk about, maybe practice, judging by his sour expression. Not that he doesn’t always have that expression, but lately he’s been more conscious of the faces he makes in your body. There must be something gnawing at him to let that slip.

But if you’re being completely honest, you’d rather not think about practice after the shit show of a performance you had earlier.

“Something…” he pauses, not quite sure how to phrase it, “weird, happened. And I really don’t want to talk about it, but you should know.”

Hajime looks highly agitated, and very uncomfortable. He’s refusing to meet you in the eye, not particularly focused on anything but the air to his right. He’s struggling to find a way to busy his hands, crossed over his chest—nope not that again– shoving them in his track pants pockets, before deciding to whole up in his jacket pockets.

You think about what could possibly make him that level of awkward, but only one thing comes to mind,

“You didn’t start your period, did you?”

“WHA- WHAT? NO, no, fuck,”

Hajime’s eyes blow wide when you unintentionally remind him about the existence of said bodily function. Is that something he’s going to have to worry about? He needs out of this body, stat.

“Good, cause I just ended, so if you started that would’ve been a little worrying.”

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, and he grimaces, red hue dusting his cheeks, he’s clearly perturbed by the information and realization that was just forced upon him.

“Good to know. Hopefully we’ll swap before the next... one...”

You roll your eyes, but can’t exactly blame him for his discomfort. As much as you’d like a man to physically endure and comprehend the plight of women, you also hope you’ll be able to switch soon.

Besides, that's something best cursed upon someone bad mannered, like Tooru.

It does succeed in reminding you that you and Hajime should put your nose to the grind, if it wasn’t urgent before it’s imperative now that you figure out ways that could possibly switch you back.

Hajime clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, snapping you back to his current dilemma,

“Someone asked you out.”

You blink at the information, that’s what he wanted to talk about? You’ll certainly take that over talking about your shit show of a practice tonight.

“Whaaaat? Again? Jeeeez, I guess I’m just popular today.”

You stick your tongue out with a giggle, sounding extremely misplaced with his voice.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t reprimand you for it, and it makes you tick a brow in curiosity.

“...so uh, did you shoot ‘em down? Finally understanding some of the struggles that women go through, huh?”

You attempt to laugh off the unpleasant aura that’s starting to hang thick in the air.

“Not exactly. I said I’d text him, I wasn’t sure what your answer would be.”

At that, you freeze, turning back to stare at him in shock.

“What? You actually considered my feelings instead of shoving a boy out of my life?”

You halt your steps to turn and grip Hajime by the shoulders, faux tears threatening to spring up and burst any minute. You gaze at him with all of the awe of a proud mother seeing her child matured and all grown up.

“Don’t say it like that! And knock that look off my face, before I do it myself,” he sounds as gruff as he can with a feminine tone, “and of course I care about your feelings! The men that like you are just shit.”

He turns his nose up derisively.

Hajime always figured that was the case, at least, that no man was good enough for his best friend, and the ones that liked you wouldn’t know what to do with you. All that ambition, attitude, spark, with a tendency for being too kind and too caring. What could a high school boy who dicks around in the back of the classroom ever put forward in a relationship with you?

But it seems he was a bit misconstrued. While he’s positive he marked those boys right, there may have been a little jealousy at play he was never made aware of until recent events (in other words, the Matsukawa Incident–he’ll refer to said event as such now).

Hajime unintentionally acted with his own self interest, driving away any boy that made eyes at you, and hid behind his self-proclaimed ‘protective best friend’ title, told himself it was fine, because Oikawa was doing the same—they both knew what was best for their friend.

As if you couldn’t decide for yourself.

Hajime clenches jaw, he should’ve known something was off with him the moment he started going along with Oikawa’s antics.

He doesn’t feel particularly bad or regretful about driving away those glaringly transparent guys, but he does feel a pang of guilt for having done it without your say in the matter.

“Well, thanks, I guess. But who are you talking about anyways, I’m dying to know who’s won Hajime’s stamp of approval.”

You look at him with curiosity brimming from tip to toe, and a deep frown tugs at the corners of his lips, the dread and anxiety he felt before coming back full force. Now that he’s placed the feelings he has for you, it’s demoralizing to see you interested in other men.

“It was Matsukawa,”

Now Matsukawa was different.

Hajime knew him personally, and considered him a close friend. They often spent free time together, had lunch together. They of course played volleyball together, and judging from that alone Hajime could tell that Matsukawa was a man with talent, passion, and drive. He was good natured, and Hajime is positive he’d treat you with the respect you deserved.

“He was the one that asked you out.”

Your eyes widen at the information, and Hajime feels his shoulders tense. Is that excitement? What will you have to say about that?

Well, if you like Matsukawa, Hajime will just have to deal with it.

He easily turned away other boys and suitors, but the fact that it’s Matsukawa changes everything, it’s thrown a fat wrench in his love life (if he can even call your relationship that, he’s starkly aware you’ve always been ‘just friends’, and the Matsukawa Incident isn’t exactly helping any).

Hajime knows Matsukawa can make you happy, there’s no reason to stick his nose into that.

When you’re out of this body swap situation, Hajime will just have to support you from the sidelines. But even then, as your best friend, he has to be with you every step of the way.

Your solo time with Hajime will practically become non-existent if you get yourself a boyfriend. No more movie nights with the two of you, passed out on the couch before the halfway point, no more casual dinner dates, no more coming to each other’s houses at ungodly hours because the other person is only seconds away.

Hajime guesses he could still have all those things, but with the addition of Matsukawa–that thought sits bitter in his mind. And Hajime loves his friend more dearly than he cares to admit, and loves you more than he thought he did, but his heart breaks at the thought of the two of you together.

“Mattsun?”

His spiraling train of thought is dashed the second you burst out into a boisterous laugh, something Hajime wasn’t expecting.

“He’s such a flirt. You should’ve just brushed him off!”

Hajime states in his bafflement. Matsukawa, a flirt? He thought that was just in the moment. What are you talking about? You’re talking about the same Matsukawa, right?

“What? I didn’t know if you liked him or not, I couldn’t say no!”

His face heats with a scowl as he attempts to defend himself, Hajime is in disbelief he let that get to him so much.

“Oh no, you didn’t get all awkward did you? Now he’s gonna think I have a crush on him.”

You huff, and Hajime grows more confused by the second.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

And now he feels the need to defend poor Matsukawa’s honor, though he won’t deny the feeling of relief washing away his anxiety like a massive ocean wake. It’s as if the salt water is mending the dull cracks that started chipping at his heart, your full smile and animated laugh uplifting him.

“Not really, I guess. But he flirts too much, and I always put him in his place! But now that you’ve gone all doe-eyed school girl on him, he’s gonna think his charm or whatever worked.”

You click your tongue, and Hajime bristles, how could he forget about how bad your personality could be? Any time he finds himself in awe over you, it’s always short lived.

“I did not go ‘school girl’ on him, I was confused the entire time! I didn’t even know he was flirting with me at first!”

He rants, seemingly back to himself, and you bite your laughter at the outburst.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that, Hajime.”

“One of my best friends and teammates... was flirting with me.”

“Technically, me.”

“I can’t look at him the same way.”

“If you want, I’ll let you go on the date. But when I’m back in my body, I’m cutting that off.”

Hajime sends you a look that sends a chill down your spine, vibrating from the intensity of it.

“Kidding, Hajime, kidding!”

You put your hands up in defense and Hajime grunts, decidedly not beating your ass, fortunately.

Though, Hajime does feel a swell of happiness at the fact that you don’t seem interested in Matsukawa.

“I guess I should let you know...” you pause and Hajime hums in acknowledgement, “make sure to turn everyone down for me.”

Hajime blinks at your request, and attempts to not sound so desperate and eager when he speaks,

“Uh, sure. Everyone? ‘don’t have anyone you like?”

He figures he’s pushing his luck with that one, but he wants to know the answer, even if he’s shooting in the dark.

“No, not interested in anyone in our classes, or your teammates, for that matter.”

You clarify, and he awkwardly glances away at the pointed comment.

“Right. I can do that,” he glances to you before continuing, “the same goes for me.”

“You already told me that!”

“You need a reminder. I don’t want a random girlfriend I’m not interested in when I’m back in my body, okay?!”

And the reminder was so good to hear, you’re happy Hajime doesn’t have an interest in anyone, even if that gives you the smallest chance.

“Okayyy, okay!”

You laugh, and he hides the way his lips turn up into a smile.

“Now let’s go to my place, we have to do more research on our situation.”

You walk alongside Hajime, ignoring your buzzing pocket, no doubt Tooru. You can’t exactly have him crashing your research sessions, so you decide to come up with an excuse for later.

Days in a row you’ve done research with no concise evidence or method of solving your body swap, you’re starting to feel disheartened by the situation, but at least the weekend is starting.

Even if it’s nearly impossible to come up with anything helpful, you’ll be able to research more and not worry about putting up a front at school or with yours and Hajime’s teammates.

“We don’t even know where to start! This shouldn’t even be possible!”

The research Hajime has also done leads to zero results, of course. And both your frustrations are piled as high as the plushies and extra pillows Hajime threw off your bed.

You flop onto your back, said extra pillows and plushies cushioning your fall. You’re surprised Hajime left some of them on the bed, it seems he had discarded a majority of them.

You can’t believe it, Mr. Tubbs, the big stuffed cat Tooru gifted you years ago, cast aside, face down on the carpet.

If you weren’t so frustrated by your research developments (or lack of), you’d be amused that the only plushes with bed privilege were the ones Hajime won for you at fairs, or gifted you in the past.

“There’s no legitimate research, for obvious reasons, and most of it is just stories or movies.”

Hajime sighs, browsing through tabs on your laptop.

“Are we just going to have to wait?” You bite your tongue, “Hajime, what if we’re just stuck like this?”

The sharp look Hajime sends you makes you freeze up.

“Don’t talk like that. We’ll figure something out.”

He says it so resolutely that it makes you believe him, or at least want to believe in him. And you have no shortage of belief in Hajime’s abilities–if he’s confident you’ll get through this, then you will get through this.

“If you say so, I’ll believe you. Sorry, Hajime.”

He hums at your response, eyeing you carefully as you continue to scroll on your phone through a rabbit’s hole of mysterious threads, and cryptic posts.

Your phone pings with messages from Tooru, the buzz startling you out of an odd Reddit thread that seemed more like a troll or a work of fiction than anything.

The message(s) are in all caps, and you swipe them out as they come up rapidly. You’ll have to think of yet another excuse to give him later, but you’re running out of ideas.

It was suspicious enough as it is that both you and Hajime had a dentist appointment in the same week–Tooru not-so-kindly pointed out that dentist offices were closed after your school’s hours, and it didn’t help that Hajime made the same excuse a day after you.

The both of you were even forced to skip out on your monthly movie night together, and you and Hajime can only claim to be sick for the night so many times.

You don’t intend to, but you wind up forgetting to message Tooru back that night.

The stress is stacked high, everything feels personally against you, and you’re too overwrought to focus on anything other than yours and Hajime’s body swap, let alone school, and especially volleyball practice. Which, is increasingly making Tooru more insufferable than usual.

Swiping out of yet another cryptic site, you briefly worry about what viruses that could’ve creeped onto your phone before searching again.

Mr. Tubbs making an excellent cushion, you roll onto your side as you scroll away.

A/N: I’m excited to say I’ve got the rest of the story mapped out from here, I usually just wing it and have zero follow through lol, but I’m trying my best!

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phr0gie · 3 years

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𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓲𝓳𝓸𝓱

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1: 𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓪𝓼

“you’re my number one, you’re the one i want. and i’ve turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come.” - geyser, mitski

✯ synopsis: red gardenias are the symbol of secret love. y/n has been a cook for prince tooru and the rest of the oikawa family for their entire life. despite residing in the same castle, the two had never met. they lived in different worlds, so close yet so far apart. however, these worlds collide one night when prince tooru sneaks down to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

✯ note: this is it guys!! my first real post on this account!! i’m still exploring with my overall writing style and structure so please bear with me on that. remember, constructive criticism is welcome as long as you’re respectful about it! thank you so much to everyone who’s been patient in waiting for this series to come out, and h u g e thank you to my beta reader @ramunesuna !!! :)

✯ pairing: prince! oikawa x cook! reader

✯ tw: slight classism, minor character death mention, strong language, unresolved angst but in a romantic way you know, angsty prince oikawa hehe, kuroo makes a brief appearance lmao

✯ wc: 9k (oof)

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Ever since Y/n L/n was a young child, they had always been taught one extremely important lesson. There were two worlds; one full of luxury and opportunity, and another full of hardwork and perseverance. Y/n just so happened to be born into the latter, a servant of the royal Oikawa family. Their father, the head chef of the castle, had drilled this narrative into their head. “You must remember”, he would say. “In this life, to survive in our world we must work to appease those above us. It is our safest option. Their world is too far away from ours, they will forget we’re here. It is up to us to remind them.” And at that moment, Y/n believed this was true. Above them, they heard loud laughter and music from what had to be the royal family’s fifth ball this month. And, with their fingers growing wrinkly in the sink from scrubbing dishes, Y/n truly did feel as though they were in two different worlds. So close yet so far, only a story away.

A swarm of servants flooding into the kitchen had shaken them from their thoughts. Smells of wine and cake along with the sounds of sighs of relief and complaints of aching bones had immediately filled Y/n’s senses. Frantically their eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar figure amongst the crowd. Finally, they saw their target, an older man dressed in a white coat with a long white hat. They locked eyes and the old man relaxed immediately. He smiled warmly at them and they returned it almost instantly.

“Ah, Y/n”, he said affectionately as he approached the young cook.

“You look exhausted, Father”, Y/n chuckled. “Are the guests especially rowdy this evening?”

Their father shook his head and let out a tired laugh.

“That’s one way to put it, it’s truly remarkable how rambunctious some individuals get after a few sips of wine. Especially His Majesty”, he remarked. “After his second goblet I was afraid he was about to offer me a new position in the main house!”

Y/n let out a loud laugh at this. The King was known to be generous with his power, however, once it was clear that he was having fun he became a bit too generous with it. After a few more chuckles Y/n let out a sigh.

“I wish I could have been there to see it”, they muttered.

Their father let out his own sigh. “I know you do”, he said carefully, “but, I do not want to expose you to the stresses of working closely with the royal family too early. That simply would not be fair to you.”

Y/n rolled their eyes, but still nodded in understanding. While they knew how cruel some noblemen could be to the lower-class, they still found it irritating that this would keep them from progressing with their duties; especially considering Y/n was to take their fathers place as head chef one day.

“Besides” he added, “your time will come soon enough. After all, I am old and withered; I will not be around forever.”

Y/n gasped at this. “Father!”, they yelled, hitting him lightly on the arm. “Do not say such things!”

He merely chuckled at their reaction and pointed to a grand wooden clock that stood in the corner of the kitchen.

“The clock strikes midnight” he yawned, “and we must be up early to prepare breakfast for His Royal Highness. Off to bed!”

He then clapped, as if to emphasize his point, and walked toward the servants quarters. Y/n simply let out a light chuckle and followed him, trying to busy their mind with tomorrow’s meal preparations instead of thinking about the separate reality above them.

On the other side of the castle, the Oikawa family ball had been coming to a close. His majesty’s coronation was but only two months away and, by tradition of the Oikawa family, a ball was to take place once every week before the occasion. Various Royalty and Noblemen had traveled far and wide for this night, decorated in the finest of silks and clothes, just to step into the family’s golden ballroom and catch a glimpse of the King's son, Prince Tooru Oikawa. You see, his majesty had created quite a name for himself. Throughout the land, he was known for his strategic mind and charming personality. He could dazzle any room he walked into and handle political matters with elegance and ease. This reputation caused his people to put him on a pedestal, genuinely believing that he would be the greatest ruler the kingdom had ever seen; leading them to create a nickname for the heir, “The Great King Tooru”. Yes, everyone was quite ecstatic for the heir to finally claim the throne, well that is, everyone but Prince Tooru. While he was an excellent strategist and an amazing speaker, there was something about the Prince that his subjects did not know. Prince Tooru had never had any experience outside of the palace walls. He had little to no idea how his people lived, what their biggest struggles were, what they thought could be improved upon within the kingdom. Hell, he had never even met his own staff! While charming and clever, his highness was nothing short of a perfectionist. He was dangerously ambitious and constantly craved improvement. So, whilst at his celebrations, he would present his confident, collected, charming self to the public, however, once the palace doors shut Tooru’s anxieties and worries would run rampant.

As the last of the guests exited the golden ballroom, Tooru’s honey smile melted into a bitter frown and his eyes were fixed on the door. His coronation was a double edged-sword hanging above his throne and he was Damocles awaiting his demise. The King noticed this and swiftly approached his son, patting a few times on the back.

“Well,” He started, a soft, cheery tone in his voice. “It seems as though the guests had a magnificent time.”

The Prince’s gaze stayed stuck to the door. “I want to stay the night in the village.” Tooru stated quietly, as if he were afraid the guests would still be able to hear.

The King let out a long sigh and wandered away from his son a bit. “Tooru, we have discussed this matter before-”

“How am I supposed to properly rule a kingdom I know nothing about?” He interrupted, finally turning his burning gaze towards his father.

“It is unfair not only to me, but to our people. They are expecting a ‘Great King’, but you are preventing me from becoming that for them!”

The King simply put his head in his hands, clearly not wanting to discuss this any further.

“Tooru, you simply do not understand.”

“What?!” Tooru challenged. “What do I not understand?”

“Enough!” The King shouted, rage and frustration clear in his tone. “You know exactly why you are not to leave the palace. It is not safe for you out there! I made that mistake once with your mother and I will not make it with you.”

The King’s voice rang throughout the grand, golden walls of the main hall and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Tooru was taken aback by his father’s statement. When The Prince was very young his mother, the Queen, had been killed whilst she was on a stroll at the marketplace one day. Back then, it was normal for the royal family to visit their kingdom. However, it was apparent that the King, as well-liked as he was, still had some enemies. Apparently they had decided to express their distaste for him by murdering the one he loved most. The incident was sudden and unexpected, because of this the King was hit extremely hard by the loss. That day he swore that the royal family was forbidden from exiting the castle. The rule was only lifted when The King himself absolutely had to leave.

“Father,” He started, his tone calmer than before. “I understand your hesitation, but that was a long time ago-”

“I said ‘enough’, Tooru. There is no hesitation, my decision is final.” The King then made his way up the castle’s grand staircase and towards his room, not wishing to continue the conversation any further.

Prince Tooru stood in silence as he watched his father retreat.

“Shit.” He menatlly cursed.

Prince Tooru turned around and threw his fist against the palace door in anger. All his frustration seemed to bubble to the surface as he glared at the carved oak. Cursing once again he closed his eyes and rested his head against the door.

“I must meet my people’s expectations of me, but how?”

All of the sudden, a loud grumble ripped Tooru from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and placed his hands on his stomach. Tooru began to recall the fact that he had not eaten much at the celebration, what with all the mingling he had to do there was just no time. Normally, the prince would have just gone to his room and rang for a meal like he always had. However, this time Tooru decided against it. Maybe it was the angst he was feeling ordering him to act out, or maybe it was the fact that he had reached his limit with social interaction and did not want to have to deal with possibly having to be speaking with someone. Whatever the reason, Tooru felt compelled to venture to the kitchen on his own tonight. So, pushing his frustrations to the back of his mind, Tooru made his way to the main kitchen, blissfully unaware of the young cook still awake in their chambers.

Y/n could not sleep. They tossed, they turned, they even took a walk around the servants hall! Yet nothing seemed to aid them. They came to the conclusion that their mind would simply not leave them to rest. Sitting up on their bed, Y/n looked out the small window across the room. Over the course of a few hours, Y/n’s thoughts had still not left the idea of the world above them and its inhabitants. Being eighteen-years-old, they were the youngest of all of the chefs and servants; meaning that they were the only one who had never been around the rest of the castle.

“Oh no Y/n, you mustn’t!”, they would exclaim. “It would not be fair to subject you to such stress, you must wait until you are able to overtake your father!”

Y/n rolled her eyes thinking about this. They tried to understand where the people around them were coming from, they really did. However, the idea of being stuck in the kitchen was incredibly frustrating to them.

“What a load of horseshit”, they thought. “How am I supposed to be an adequate cook if I do not even know who I am serving!”

A loud CLANG suddenly ripped Y/n from their thoughts. Alarmed they jumped and looked around their room. Quickly Y/n bolted from their bed and made their way towards the door. Slowly they peeked out into the servants hall. It was still as can be, no doors open and there was no sign of anyone else being awake. Suddenly a loud BANG followed by a male voice cursing “shit!” came from the kitchen.

“A thief!” Y/n concluded.

They looked around for someone to emerge from their chambers to stop the intruder, but, unfortunately, it seemed that everyone was still fast asleep. Y/n had a decision to make; either go back to bed and risk the kitchen getting ransacked, or go stop the intruder and risk getting hurt. Sucking in a breath, Y/n carefully, as to not alert anyone of her presence, tiptoed out into the hallway and shut the door behind them. They grabbed a lit candlestick mounted on the wall and took one last look around. Quickly, yet quietly, they made their way from the servent’s quarters to the main kitchen’s entrance. Once they arrived, Y/n put their ear against the kitchen’s giant wooden door and listened for their target. Meanwhile, on the other side, Prince Tooru was searching the kitchen cabinets for a fresh loaf of bread he knew the head chef had just made that morning. However, being that it was so late, his majesty could hardly see a thing. Still he blindly searched, hoping to find the soft, sweet substance. His haste led to him bumping into a brass plate wrack, knocking over a row of porcelain plates. Y/n’s eyes widened at the sound of this and decided that now was the time to make their move. Quickly they flung open the large kitchen door.

“Stop, thief!”, they yelled, charging into the room.

However, what they saw was not at all what they were expecting. There, in all his glory, was a tall, young man hunched over the porcelain plates, attempting to clean up his mess. He wore an elegant silk tunic with matching white pants and a turquoise vest with elegant gold stitching swirled across the front. However, Y/n could care less about the man's attire. For they could not tear their eyes away from the crown atop his head. Golden with topaz and turquoise gems, the kingdom’s signature color and stones. The Prince felt a bit uneasy under the young servant's gaze however, he tried his best not to show it. Instead, he flashed them his signature, charming smile.

“I am awfully sorry”, Tooru started, calmly and elegantly moving away from the broken plates. “It was not my intention to make such a mess, or to frighten you so. I was simply searching for a loaf of that delicious bread that was served this morning.”

His words broke Y/n from their trance, as they finally realized exactly who they were speaking to.

“Your Majesty!”, they exclaimed, knees quickly bending, hitting the floor to bow in reverence before him with their candle still in hand.

It was a bit awkward, but what were they supposed to do? They had never been in the presence of royalty before! Tooru looked at the servant incredulously and suppressed a chuckle.

“Your Majesty?” he questioned, amusement dancing in his tone as he approached them. “I am afraid you have mistaken me with my father, my name is Prince Tooru.”

Y/n’s eyes widened and they gasped. “Of course” they thought bitterly, “Your first meeting with the man you’ll be working for and you soil it.”

The young cook hung their head low, embarrassed and ashamed of their mistake but also afraid. Y/n had heard stories about servants who were killed for addressing their hosts incorrectly. What was he going to do to them?

“Your Highness,” they started, their voice shaking slightly. “I give you my sincerest apologies. I assure this mistake will not be repeated.”

This time, the Prince could not control his amusement. A sea of genuine laughter came tumbling from his mouth and Y/n could not help but be entranced by it. His laugh was smooth and warm, just like the cups of rich hot chocolate the kitchen had prepared many times for the winter season. Snapping out of their thoughts, Y/n looked up at the laughing heir, confused.

“Are you not angered?” they quietly asked.

When the Prince kept laughing, the cook started to get frustrated. They were already embarrassed and now he was making it worse!

“Are you mocking me?” they challenged, albeit against their better judgement.

Tooru simply shook his head and wiped a stray tear from his eye.

“No no,” he started, letting out another low chuckle. “My apologies, It was not my intention to poke fun at you like this.” he assured. “I suppose I still have to get accustomed to being spoken to in such a formal way.”

This confused Y/n. He was the Prince? Did not everyone speak to him this way? Noticing the young cooks' confusion, Tooru smiled and offered them a hand.

“Here.”

Hesitantly, Y/n accepted his offer and allowed themselves to be pulled up by the Prince’s strength, blushing a bit despite themselves at the feeling of his hand in theirs. After helping the young servant off the ground, Tooru turned back to the broken china and began to kneel down to pick up the pieces.

“Oh!” Y/n exclaimed, quickly falling next to him, “Your Highness please, allow me!”

The Prince chuckled again and shook his head. “No no,” he said, lightly pushing the servant away from the mess. “It is my mess, allow me to take care of it. Besides, it would be incredibly unfortunate if you were to get hurt due to my foolishness.”

The young cook stubbornly stayed in place. This was their job after all, if they were incapable of completing one simple task then what use did they have?

“Well,” they replied quietly, a hint of annoyance in their tone. “At least allow me to assist you.”

Not giving him a chance to answer, they quickly knelt across from Prince Tooru, sat their large candle next to them, and began to pick up the glass shards. Tooru exhaled and shook his head at this yet he did not stop them, assuming they already had their mind made up. Together, the Prince and the cook picked up the porcelain pieces in silence with a strange tension hanging in the air that neither of them could quite place. After a few moments, when the glass pieces were almost all cleaned, Tooru picked up a particularly rigid piece of glass and pricked his finger.

“Shit” he cursed quietly, but not quietly enough to go unnoticed by the servant sitting across from him.

Y/n merely scoffed and shook their head. “And you were worried about me injuring myself” they teased.

The Prince was about to retort, but the crimson liquid seeping from his index finger caught him off guard. Glancing at his wound, the cook set down their glass pieces and began to stand up.

“Wait here”, they instructed before quickly grabbing their candle and disappearing from the kitchen.

Tooru complied and stayed sat in the dark on the wooden floor, cradling his wound and occasionally blowing on it to relieve some of the sting. After about two minutes, the large oak door opened and Y/n popped their head in to make sure the Prince was still there. Upon seeing him, they quickly made their way over and sat down next to him. Tooru noticed a thick white roll of cloth in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in the other.

“Let me see”, Y/n whispered. Their tone was softer than before, more careful and concerned.

He complied almost immediately, placing his palm to the ceiling so his cut would be on display. The young cook took his hand gently and inspected his wound closely. Meanwhile, Tooru gazed at Y/n and began to study them. This was his first time seeing them so close and the sight made his heart skip a beat. Their (e/c) eyes shined brighter than any gemstone in the candle light, their (s/c) complexion seemed to rival any deity’s, and the feeling of their hand, gently holding his, was softer than any silk that would ever touch his body. Prince Tooru Oikawa had charmed and dazzled dozens of fair maidens and bachelors across the kingdom, however, none of them had ever left them quite as enchanted as the cook sitting right across from him did.

“Fortunately,” Y/n started, breaking the Prince from his trance. “Your wound is not deep and there do not appear to be any shards stuck in the cut.”

The young servant briefly let go of him and Tooru found himself missing their touch. Y/n took the bottle of alcohol and poured some onto a piece of the white cloth, making sure they did not spill a drop onto the floor. Then, carefully, they took the Prince’s index finger and hovered the towel above the cut.

“This may burn a bit” they softly warned, waiting for Tooru to acknowledge their words.

Once he nodded in understanding, the cook gently brought the soaked cloth down onto the Prince’s wound. Tooru grunted at the stinging feeling and Y/n looked up at him sympathetically.

“My apologies, Your Highness” they whispered, stroking his arm softly as an attempt to calm him. “It will be over soon.”

Tooru blushed at the gesture and looked away, trying to regain his composure. After a beat of silence, the young servant lifted the cloth from the Prince’s finger and sent him a reassuring smile. In a flash, they grabbed the rest of the white cloth and began to wrap it around Tooru’s finger. The contrast of the burning sting the alcohol left and the coolness of the soft cloth made the Prince visibly relax. Smiling at this, Y/n finished winding the cloth.

“There,” they said, holding his hand up so he could see their handiwork, “it should be better by morning.”

As Tooru brought his hand in to admire the make-shift bandage, Y/n quickly gathered the rest of the glass pieces. Standing up, the young servant began to quickly dispose of the glass.

“You know,” they said, wiping their hands on their night shirt. “The next time you feel peckish in the middle of the night, you need only ring for a servant. There is really no need to travel all the way down here.”

Tooru smiled at this. “I suppose you are correct,” he replied as he regained his teasing façade. “However, the upper level of the castle gets so boring when you have lived there for nineteen years.”

The Prince stood up and began to approach the cook.

“Besides,” he continued, a large smirk on his face, “if I hadn't come I would never have gotten the absolute pleasure of meeting you.”

He then grabbed their hand and left a feather-light kiss on the knuckle. Y/n attempted to fight the blush and smile creeping on their face.

“Your recklessness will get you in trouble one day, Your Highness” they replied.

Tooru simply smiled and shrugged. Suddenly the grand, kitchen clock chimed, signaling that an hour had passed.

“The night grows short…” Y/n mumbled.

The Prince’s smile dropped, yet he nodded understandingly. “I suppose I should be going then..” he trailed off.

The cook nodded and watched him turn around to exit the kitchen. “Your Highness, wait!” they suddenly shouted. Tooru turned around, startled by their outburst.

“If you come back tomorrow night, I will be sure to save you some of that bread.”

Prince Tooru smiled brightly at this and bowed to them. “Until tomorrow then, my dear…” the Prince trailed off. A panic set in him once he realized he forgot to ask for their name. Noticing this, the young cook stifled a laugh.

“Y/n.”

Tooru flashed them an embarrassed smile. “Right,” he coughed, trying to regain his composure for the second time that night. “Until tomorrow, my dear Y/n.”

With that, the two parted ways. Prince Tooru left the castle’s kitchen that night with an empty stomach; however, he did not mind, in fact, he barely noticed it due to the overwhelming fullness of his heart.

Thus began Y/n and Tooru’s nightly routine. Every night at the stroke of midnight, Prince Tooru would sneak downstairs to the kitchen where Y/n would be waiting for him with fresh bread and warm tea. There they would do nothing but talk and share secrets they never thought they would. Y/n would tell him about their life. How they grew up, how they’ve never been inside the upper parts of the castle despite living there for so long, how they long to see how the other side lives. And, in turn, Tooru would tell them about his life. How his father ran the kingdom, how he was nervous to be as good a ruler as his father, how he wished to see beyond the castle to ensure that he could be a good enough ruler for his people. Tooru considered Y/n to be his closest ally and Y/n considered him to be theirs. However, there was always an underlying tension between them that neither of them had addressed, a boundary that had yet to be crossed. It was a feeling clear as day, yet neither of them could place what exactly this feeling was. So, through a fear of ruining their perfectly good companionship, both Y/n and Tooru kept this feeling to themselves, bottled up like a secret. These meetings continued normally for about a month until one day, the Prince came up with a plan.

It was a warm day in the beginning of June. The clock had just struck midnight and Prince Tooru was on his way to the main kitchen, as always. With a skip in his step he opened the large oak doors and saw Y/n pulling a fresh loaf of bread out of the wooden oven.

“You seem quite happy today, Your Highness,” they said, noticing his joyful demeanor, “did something good happen today?”

The Prince merely groaned and made his way over to them. “How many times must I tell you, you are allowed to simply call me Tooru.” he quipped, sending them a false look of exasperation.

The cook rolled their eyes, sensing the sarcasm in his tone. “You never answered my question” they retorted, a playful smirk on their face.

The Prince gave them a confident smile, almost unable to control his excitement. “Well, if you must know,” he started, causing Y/n to roll their eyes again. “I have come up with a plan for you and I.”

This caught the cook’s attention. “What do you mean ‘a plan for you and i’?” they asked.

Tooru began to beam. “I’m so glad you asked.”

He paced around the room as he explained his idea. “For a while I’ve been thinking about our situations. You wish to experience royal life and I wish to see the world. Well, it dawned on me today! We each hold the key to what we yearn for! You are able to come and go whenever you please, and I am constantly stuck in the castle.”

Y/n nodded, attempting to keep up with this rush of ideas. “I suppose you are right, in a sense..” they mumbled, watching the Prince pace.

“So,” Tooru continued. “I came up with a plan to help us both experience what we long for!”

Y/n nodded, invested in what he had to say. “Well, pray tell,” they said a bit impatiently, “what is your big plan?”

The Prince smiled, excitedly. “My father has gone to a neighboring kingdom for two weeks time,” he explained. “Whilst he is gone, I will accompany you on your visits to the nearby town during the day; there I may finally see how my people live and become a better ruler for them. Meanwhile, at nightfall, you will accompany me as my guest to my pre-coronation balls ; here you may finally get a chance to see and experience royal life! Don’t you see, Y/n? It’s perfect!”

Y/n gave him a disbelieving look. A beat of silence passed before they finally realized he was waiting for their response.

“Your highness...that idea is utterly mad.”

Tooru’s smile faltered. “How so?” He inquired.

Y/n shook their head and crossed their arms. “How exactly do you suppose this is to work? Won’t the townspeople recognize you? Your cover would be blown! Not to mention, I’m not sure the kitchen staff would take very kindly to me slacking on my chores to go frolic and play pretend.”

Once again, Prince Tooru let out a dramatic sigh and leaned against the wooden countertops.

“Oh sweet Y/n,” He said, a fake pout making its way to his features as he grabbed a slice of the bread sitting in between them. “You really have no faith in me do you?”

Y/n gave him an inpatient look, signaling for him to get to the point.

Tooru’s proud smirk returned. “I have arranged disguises for the two of us so we will be able to go out without being recognized!” He announced confidently. “You see, my plan is foolproof.”

Y/n scoffed. “Good, it needs to be if you are the one orchestrating it.” They teased, a smirk of their own creeping in.

Tooru gasped in mock offense as the cook let out a large laugh at his reaction. After a few minutes, the two stood in comfortable silence. The Prince climbed up to sit on the counter he was leaning on and bit into his bread slice. Meanwhile, Y/n contemplated his idea. As much as they enjoyed poking fun at him, Y/n knew that Prince Tooru was incredibly intelligent and they trusted his judgement completely.

“You are sure that we will not be caught?” They whispered, breaking the silence as they went to sit next to the Prince.

Tooru nodded his head and swallowed his bread. “Positive.” He assured, placing his hand overtop of theirs.

Y/n blushed slightly yet did not pull away. Small touches like this became frequent throughout their meetings, however, that did not mean they ceased to fluster them. Another beat of silence passed before the young cook let out a shaky breath.

“Fine.” They finally decided. “If you are confident in your plot, then so am I.”

Prince Tooru beamed and slightly squeezed Y/n’s hand.

“Wonderful! We will begin tomorrow morning,” He eagerly explained. “We will meet at the kitchen’s exit just before noon. I will supply both of our disguises and we can make our journey into town.”

Y/n let out a nervous chuckle and shook their head.

“Your recklessness better not cause me my head, your highness.”

Tooru gave them a bright smile and hopped off of the counter, extending his hand to help his comrade off the counter.

“Dear Y/n, you worry too much. Have a little faith in a close friend.”

With their agreement decided, the pair bid each other goodnight and hurried off to their quarters to prepare for tomorrow morning.

The morning sun slowly rose and shone upon the kingdom and its subjects. Neither the cook nor the prince had slept very soundly that night. Be it anxiety or excitement, neither party was quite sure. However, despite their tired state, the pair still found themselves at their arranged meeting spot and time. Y/n stood outside the door, the early summer sun warming their skin and cool breeze blowing across their face. The feeling was extremely calming. So much so, that they decided to lean themselves against the door and fully enjoy the serenity of the early June weather. Little did they know, Prince Tooru had arrived a while ago. It was a rare sight, seeing Y/n so calm and content, and Tooru was enchanted with it. In the month that the two had come to know each other, Prince Tooru had only ever seen Y/n with their guard up. Constantly stressed, on high alert. It was nice to see such a stark contrast, Y/n with their guard down.

“Angelic.” That was the term Tooru thought best fit them at that moment.

After a few moments, Tooru decided that, while he was relishing the sight in front of him, they had to be going soon. Quietly, he tiptoed his way over to Y/n, who still had not noticed he had even arrived. A smirk played on Tooru’s lips as he appeared behind them. Carefully he raised his arms and placed them on Y/n’s shoulders, shaking them as he did so.

“Surprise!” He shouted in their ear, causing Y/n to flinch and smack the Prince against his head.

Y/n gasped as they realized what had happened.

“Your highness!” They exclaimed. “Are you okay?”

Tooru laughed and stumbled over a little bit.

“You pack quite the punch, don’t you dear Y/n?” He teased.

Upon realizing that he was fine, Y/n rolled their eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder.

“You fool, do not scare me like that again!” They scolded. “I could have hurt you!”

Tooru gasped in mock offense. “How rude, Y/n!” He whined, trying to banish the smile growing on his face.

Y/n rolled their eyes and began to walk ahead. “Are you ready to venture on, your highness?”

Perking up, the Prince rushed to catch up with them. Together, the prince and the cook made their way into town. It turned out, the “disguise” Tooru had brought for himself was a simple blue hood along with a plain white shirt and brown pants that he had undoubtedly taken from the servants quarters. While it was simple, it was a relatively good costume. He genuinely did look like a regular townsperson rather than a prince. Once the pair arrived, Prince Tooru immediately ran off on his own to mingle with the townspeople. To Y/n’s surprise, he was actually very good at speaking to his subjects. He had told them that he was a simple traveler and asked for them to tell him more about the kingdom. This way, the Prince was able to learn more about the issues going on as well as experience them first hand. As it turned out, the kingdom was experiencing issues that he had never even learned about. Seeing the way he interacted with his people sparked a new sense of admiration in Y/n. Beneath his confident, cocky façade, Prince Tooru was a leader who genuinely cared about his people. Y/n could not help but smile at the sight of him listening intently to what each person had to say, knowing that he would remember each encounter once they returned to the palace. As the day continued on, Y/n showed Tooru around the town. They took him to the best fruit venders, the sweetest farmers, and the finest tailors the kingdom had to offer. With each stop Tooru grew more and more in love with his kingdom and the people in it. After walking away from a vegetable booth, Y/n noticed that the sun would be setting soon. They stopped momentarily whilst Tooru kept walking.

“Wait.” Y/n said, grabbing the Prince’s wrist to halt his movements. “Before we venture back to the palace, there’s one more thing I would like to show you.”

A soft smile took over Tooru’s features and he moved his hand to entangle his fingers with theirs.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” He smiled,

Y/n grinned and tightened their grip on his hand ever so slightly. Then, with their hands still intertwined, Y/n began to lead Tooru to the edge of town. The Prince could not help but smile softly as the cook excitedly dragged him to their destination. Upon reaching the edge, the two walked on a dirt trail for a little while until they were met with a small, well kept garden. There was a small river flowing nearby and a large assortment of various wildflowers scattered about. However, what really stood out were the giant bushes of red gardenias that seemed to cover the entire area. Prince Tooru looked around in awe at the beauty of the secret garden.

“I discovered this place about a week after our first meeting.” Y/n said, carefully sitting on a small wooden bench right in front of a gardenia bush. “It reminded me of you, in a way.”

The Prince’s gaze shifted to the cook’s at this. He moved to sit next to them, his eyes wordlessly urging them to continue. Having gotten the message, Y/n shifted and gave Tooru a nervous smile.

“It served as a nice, comforting escape from everyday life. A paradise, even.”

Prince Tooru’s face flushed at this. The explanation was a bit vague but he didn’t ask them to elaborate any further, they didn’t need to. Tooru understood. This was a confession. He carefully placed his hand atop of theirs, as he had many times before, and squeezed it gently. A secret confession of a love returned.

“I feel the same way, thank you for bringing me here, Y/n.”

The two sat in a comfortable silence with their hands interlocked. And, as Y/n rested their head on the Prince’s shoulder, Tooru could not think of any other place we would rather be.

As the serene moments passed the sun began to fall, causing a hazy orange atmosphere to surround the garden. The shade from the trees covered Y/n’s face as they opened their eyes. Noticing how late it was getting, Y/n turned to tell Tooru that they should take their leave soon. However, the sight they were met with caused any words they could have uttered to be caught in their throat. Next to them, the setting sun hit the Prince’s face perfectly. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back in relaxation. The golden hues made Tooru’s hair look warm and soft.

“Just like hot chocolate during the winter time.” Y/n recalled with a smile.

Suddenly, the Prince’s eyes opened slightly.

“You know, staring is considered to be quite rude, my dear.” Tooru quipped, his lips curling into a smirk. However his expression was different from his usual, cocky, exterior. There was an underlying softness in his eyes and a faint blush on the apples of his cheeks. It was not hard to tell that this was a side of him only reserved for those close to him. While the rest of the world saw Prince Tooru’s confident façade, Y/n was the only person who got to see the genuine, soft side of him. The thought made Y/n smile.

“Night grows near, we must venture back to the castle soon.” Y/n whispered, fearing that if they were any louder the calm atmosphere would crumble like glass.

Humming in agreement, Prince Tooru stood up and stretched his limbs. “Shall we then, my dearest Y/n?” He smiled, offering the cook his hand.

Y/n accepted his offer with a content smile. With their hands intertwined, as they always had been, the two made their way back to the palace.

Upon their arrival, Tooru removed his hood and snuck Y/n past the knights guarding the castle’s entrance. The two then scurried up the grand staircase, towards the grand hall where the royal family’s rooms were located. Y/n looked around the hallway in absolute awe. They had never been in such an elegant place before. The white marble floors were freshly polished and the golden columns seemed to sparkle. The walls were hung with beautiful family portraits that seemed to come alive on the canvas. Y/n’s gaze had been fixed on one specific portrait with a golden frame with carvings of vines etched on the sides. The painting featured a young Tooru smiling brightly and standing next to a slightly older girl, who Y/n presumed to be his sister. Behind them stood a tall man with a confident grin, who they were able to recognize as the King, and a slightly smaller woman with a kind smile that Y/n did not recognize. All of the sudden they felt two strong arms wind around their waist as well as the weight of someone’s chin resting on their shoulder.

“This is one of my favorite portraits.” Prince Tooru whispered in their ear.

The cook’s face began to flush red, they had never been this close to the Prince before and the contact was foreign, however it was not unwelcome. In fact, it was almost comforting, being in his arms.

“It was painted a week before my mother passed.” He continued, his voice dropping ever slightly.

Y/n blinked, unsure of what to say in this situation. They never really knew their mother. She had died giving birth to them, so there were really no memories left of her to miss.

“How did she die?” They awkwardly asked, mentally screaming at themselves for asking such a question.

“I mean-” Their attempt to fix the situation was cut off at the feeling of Tooru tightening his hold on their waist.

“It’s okay.” He reassured, taking a deep breath.

“My mother was assassinated while she was in town one day.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as they turned their head to look at the Prince, who’s gaze was still fixed on the painting.

“Her death is one of the reasons I have been forbidden to leave the palace.” He continued. “I suppose my father fears I will meet the same fate she did.”

A long moment of silence passed. The tension in the air was thick enough to run a blade through.

“Do you miss her?” Y/n mumbled carefully.

Tooru’s grip on them tightened once again.

“Sometimes.” He replied, sounding like he had more to say.

Just as Y/n was about to encourage him to continue, a loud GONG! shattered the atmosphere surrounding them. Frantically looking towards a giant grandfather clock at the end of the hallway, Tooru noticed the time.

“Damn.” The Prince cursed, releasing his hold on the cook. “We are going to be late!”

Together, the two briskly made their way towards the Prince’s chambers. Once inside, Tooru closed the door and locked it. Y/n looked around the room and noticed two outfits neatly laid out on a giant, white bed. The Prince grabbed the pile to the left and ushered the cook behind a large, blue velvet curtain.

“Here.” He instructed, handing them the clothes. “You may change here.”

Prince Tooru quickly shut the curtain and fumbled around the room to get changed himself. Y/n began to disrobe as they admired the garments they were given. They were made out of the finest turquoise-colored silks and were decorated with beautiful golden accents. As Y/n pulled the garments over them, they were met with a softness they had never felt from clothing before. Moving around they noted how the silks seemed to sway and how the jewels seemed to glisten.

“Y/n!” The Prince called out. “Do you require any assistance?”

“No!” The cook replied quickly. “I am finished.”

Immediately, the curtain opened and Y/n took in the sight of Prince Tooru. He was wearing a silly button up shirt with a light blue-green vest and golden trousers as well as his usual golden, topaz encrusted crown. Y/n noticed that their outfit seemed to mirror the Princes slightly, what with the colors and the overall style.

“You look very elegant, your highness.” They complimented with a shy smile.

Tooru on the other hand was absolutely stunned. Before him he saw what he thought had to have been a deity. The way the colors complimented Y/n’s complexion and how the garments clung to their features in the most flattering way left the Prince speechless. It was at that moment, Tooru truly realized how deep in love he was falling for the cook.

Y/n shifted under his gaze, a bit nervous that he still had yet to say anything. Noticing this, the Prince mentally kicked himself.

“My dear, you look….” He trailed off, finding it hard to regain his composure.

A slightly cocky smirk made its way to the cook's face.

“My my your highness.” They teased. “I believe this is my first time seeing you at such a loss for words. Do I entice you so?”

A light blush dusted Tooru’s cheeks at their jests. A soft grumble tumbled from his pretty lips as he lightly hooked his fingers to the back of Y/n’s hair, pulling them until their faces were merely centimeters apart.

“Do not tease.” He warned, darkly and with seduction dancing in his tone.

A heavy blush settled on the cook's face. However, before things could escalate any further, the gong! of a clock echoed throughout the room, signaling that it was really time for the pair to go. Pulling away with a satisfied smirk, Prince Tooru held out his arm for Y/n to take. Wordlessly they accepted, hooking their arm around his and allowing the Prince to lead them to the ballroom.

As the pair entered the ballroom, Y/n could not help but be astonished once again by their surroundings. The room was ginormous. The marble floors and golden walls mirrored those of the great hall almost exactly, the only difference was that throughout the ballroom, several marble statues of various greek gods were scattered throughout the floor. With a large orchestra in the corner of the room playing a familiar tune Y/n had only heard from the castle’s kitchen and various couples already waltzing around the dance floor, Y/n had easily guessed that the part was in full swing. Prince Tooru chuckled lightly, amused at the cook's obvious admiration.

“Shall we go and mingle with the guests?” He suggested, leaning in closely to their ear so that Y/n could hear him over the boisterous music.

The cook gulped harshly. They had forgotten they would have to interact with an abundance of such high class individuals. Sensing their nervousness, Tooru reached to grab Y/n’s chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

“You will do great.” He reassured. “They will adore you almost as much as I do.”

His words made Y/n relax a bit and instilled a newfound confidence within them.

“Alright.” They stated, determination laced in their voice. “I am ready, let us go forth.”

Smiling proudly, Prince Tooru led the cook to the dance floor and the night truly began. As the hours passed by, Y/n and the Prince danced until their feet ached, joked with guests until their voices got scratchy, and drank various types of wine until their heads got dizzy. Y/n could not think of a time when they felt more alive. The night had been a huge success. That is, until Tooru had to part from them for a moment to have a conversation with another leader.

“Just remain here until I return.” He had told them, his hands holding theirs. “Tis only a conversation about a treaty between our lands, I shall only be a few moments.”

And with that, he left a feather-light kiss against Y/n’s knuckles and disappeared into the crowd of nobles. As soon as he left, the entire atmosphere of the room began to shift. The previous excitement that filled Y/n’s veins had passed and been replaced with an overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Looking around the room, Y/n had only one thought in the back of their mind;

“I do not belong here.”

Feeling out of place and judged, Y/n frantically searched the room for someone familiar to them. They found themselves searching for the warm eyes of their father in the sea of people but, unfortunately, it was no use. Y/n felt hopelessly alone.

“Perhaps a little fresh air will do me some good.” Y/n decided, making their way towards an exit that led to a balcony just off the side of the ballroom’s entrance.

Exiting the crowded ballroom, Y/n leaned against the railing of the balcony. As the cool summer’s night air danced lightly across their face, they took a deep breath and attempted to relax.

“I just do not understand you Tooru.”

A deep voice interrupted Y/n from their thoughts. Searching for the source, their eyes landed on a balcony only a few feet away from the one they were on. They spotted Prince Tooru standing next to a taller man of whom they had never seen before. The man wore a black button up along with a dark red vest and black trousers. He had spiked black hair and atop his head sat a cold, ruby encrusted crown. Y/n had no doubts that he was also royalty and concluded that he must have been a friend of the Prince.

“You are going to be King soon, the Great King I might add.” The man continued, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Are you not worried about who will succeed you afterwards?”

Tooru rolled his eyes at this, his signature unbothered smirk making its way to his face as he turned away from the other prince.

“Kuroo” He started, his voice calm and collected, a stark contrast against the man’s (now known as ‘Kurro’) brash tone. “It is as I keep telling you, I need not worry about a successor. It is already set in stone that my nephew will be the next heir after I.”

The response had only seemed to aggravate Prince Kuroo even further.

“Even so.” He argued. “Would it not be nice to settle down with another? Find someone to spend your days with?”

This question caused Prince Tooru’s smirk to fall and a far off look to gather in his eyes. There was an intense moment of silence between the two royals.

“I cannot afford any distractions.” Tooru said finally. “My kingdom is my first priority, you know this.”

Kuroo had let out an exasperated sigh.

“So, you will never be wed?” Kurro asked, defeated.

Tooru instantly answered, the hard, far off look never leaving his face.

“Never.”

Something about this conversation struck a chord within Y/n. They were unsure if it was the intensity of the situation, the amount of wine they had taken in, or the fact that (up until recently) all of their feelings had been bottled up. However, as soon as the words left the Prince’s mouth, Y/n let out a quiet, choked sob. Their emotions had moved to the forefront of their mind as the harsh reality set in.

“Of course.” They thought, tragically. “We were never meant to be in the first place.”

Bringing a hand up to their mouth, as to not let out any more miserable sobs, Y/n promptly exited the balcony and made their way to the exit of the ballroom. Making their way through the crowd of drunk, dancing nobels, they successfully reached the front gates of the castle and continued walking. They walked, and walked, and walked, until suddenly their steps turned into sprints. Y/n thought they must have appeared to be insane, running through the town in fancy clothes, sobbing their heart out. Nevertheless, they ran. They ran until their legs had reached their destination, the garden they had visited earlier that day. With a heavy heart, Y/n took a seat on the bench they sat on earlier that day with the Prince.

“How could I have been so naive?” Y/n thought bitterly as they buried their face in their hands and began to sob. Of course they could have never been, they resided in two completely different worlds. It was unknown to the cook how much time had passed before they began to hear footsteps nearing their location. Y/n quickly looked up and was met with a rather disheveled-looking Prince Tooru.

“I thought I would find you here.” The Prince whispered, afraid to startle the young cook. “Why did you run off? I thought we were having a lovely time.”

He sat down and reached to place his hand atop of theirs, as he always had, only for Y/n to flinch and remove their hand from his reach. This had puzzled Tooru. He tilted his head and looked at them with confusion, silently urging them to explain their behavior. Y/n let out a sigh and shifted away from the Prince slightly.

“Tooru..” They trailed off, trying to find the words to explain the situation.

The Prince was taken aback. Y/n had never addressed him by his first name before, and the sound of hit caused his heartbeat to speed up ever so slightly.

“What are we doing?” Y/n asked, sadness deep in their voice.

This has perplexed Tooru even further.

“What do you mean, dearest?” He asked, genuine confusion evident on his face.

At that point, all of Y/n’s frustration and sadness had begun to bubble over and pour out violently.

“What are we doing?” Y/n repeated harshly. “Surely you do realize that we cannot be together, we can never be together! There is no future for us, you made that clear in your conversation with your comrades!”

Tooru sat there in shock. He had been unaware that they had been listening in.

“Besides.” Y/n continued, letting out a shaky breath. “You and I were never meant to be anyways. We are too far apart, from different universes.”

A choked sob left the cooks lips as they hopelessly avoided the Prince’s gaze.

“So tell me, your highness, what are we doing?”

A long moment of silence passed through the garden as Prince Tooru processed what he had just heard. In reality, Y/n had simply left the conversation too early. After a little more arguing, Tooru had confessed to Kurro that he had fallen for one of his servants and, following his coronation, he had sworn to find away for the two to wed. Prince Tooru loved Y/n more than he had loved anything else. After realizing he had not been the best at accurately expressing that, his heart broke like the porcelain plate that cut his finger when they first met.

“Y/n..” Tooru mumbled, scooting closer to the cook. “Y/n, look at me.”

He grabbed their face gently and, hesitantly, they let him. Prince Tooru’s eyes were filled with concern and love, while Y/n’s were filled with tears and devotion.

“Y/n L/n.” Tooru whispered, his voice soft and full of complete adoration. “I am completely, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They put their hand on Tooru’s wrist and pulled back from him a bit, as if to inspect him to see if he was lying. Yet, when Y/n looked into his eyes, all that could be found was pure, sincere emotion.

“I love you so much, my heart aches.” The Prince continued. “I will not rest until we do have a future together. If I am to spend my life with anyone, it has to be you. ”

A moment of silence passed before Tooru leaned in cautiously, giving Y/n a chance to pull away. However, without a second thought, they leaned in, connecting their lips in one fluid motion.

And, as the two lovers shared their first kiss in a garden of red gardenias, a sense of hope began to bloom in their hearts. A hope that maybe, just maybe, the universe could allow these two worlds to collide. Just this once.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #tooru oikawa #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa #oikawa x reader #royalty au #frog.fiction

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Different but the Same (pt. 7)

tw: A few swears, insecurity, family trauma

Word count: ~5.1k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch. 7: battle of the packs

“What’s Ushijima-san doing here?” One of her Omega classmates whispered to her friend, looking over their shoulders at the door. The impressive Alpha took up the entire doorway. Semi had left with Tendou just moments ago.

“Ushijima-san? What are you doing here?” (Name) looked up, echoing the other Omega’s sentiment as her eyebrows furrowed at the sight. The bitter scent of jealousy clung to the air as they glared at (Name).

The corner of his mouth twitched. He lifted a bag. “May I eat lunch with you?” She looked at him, then back at her desk where her textbooks were sitting. A moment of hesitation.

“Uh, sure.” She closed the book, placing them back into the bag as she brought out her own bento. “I thought you normally eat in the cafeteria with the pack?” Ushijima pulled a chair to her desk, settling himself into it. He almost seemed too big for the chairs, she noticed.

“Yes, but you don’t, and I wanted to eat lunch with you.” He opened his bento, taking out an apple as he bit into it. “Were you studying?”

She carefully chewed a piece of salmon. “Yes, I was. I needed to finish a group-project before we leave for Tokyo on Friday, so I figured I’d do all my individual work during lunch so I had enough time.”

“What is the project on?”

“It’s just a history project on Japanese revolutions, I’m providing the research and assembling part of it into an essay for a presentation since I’ll be missing the presentation.”

“You are a proactive student,” Ushijima commented, finishing his apple before he opened up his lunch-box.

(Name) laughed at his comment. “Not always,” she admitted. “But I do have to try harder since I’m going to be applying for university soon.” She eyed her veggies. “I don’t wanna mess up on my finals this semester.”

“Do you have time to help me study as well?”

She blinked. “Help you? Ushijima-san, I thought you were planning on going pro?” She laughed. “You already have a spot on the national youth team, don’t you?”

He shrugged, carefully chewing his next bite. “I still would like to graduate with good grades. And after being so invested in volleyball for so long has left...much to be desired about my academic skills.”

(Name) hummed. “I suppose that’s fair.” She took a sip of her lemon tea. “We don’t have practice on Wednesday, I can tutor you for a bit at the library after school.” She bit her bottom lip; the original plan had been to go to Aoba Johsai’s practice that day, but she really needed to finish this project and that took precedent.

“That works for me.”

“So, what does the great Ushijima-san eat for lunch?”

Ushijima looked up, blinking at her. “The ‘Great’?”

“Well yeah, since you’re quite famous in volleyball circles, and exceptionally popular in our school.” She eyed the group of Omegas that were shooting daggers at her. He glanced over, only for the Omegas to fall over themselves in fits of giggles to escape his gaze. (Name) wasn’t stupid, she knew that Ushijima was a highly sought-out Alpha. In fact, most of the volleyball team was. Something about them just simply screamed masculinity and attractiveness. The fact that they were almost exclusively a pack of Alphas probably contributed to the notion that they were ‘supreme’ Alphas, which of course was supported by the fact that the leader of the pack himself was an Apex Alpha. She snorted internally. If only they knew how stupid all those Alphas could get. It wasn’t particularly uncommon for exceptionally brave Omegas to attempt to court Ushijima, only for him not to realize what was going on and point-blank rejecting them.

“I suppose that’s fair.” He tilted his bento to her. “I’m having hayashi rice.”

“Ooh, that looks and smells delicious!” She complimented. “Did you make it yourself?”

Ushijima nodded. “My grandmother taught me.” He gazed at the food for a moment. “I spent a lot of time with her as a child. This is what she’d make me whenever I did well or had a bad day at school.”

“Your grandmother sounds lovely.” She smiled at him, taking another sip of her tea.

“Would you like to try?”

“Are you sure?” She hesitated. The Omega was all-too familiar with the immense appetite of Alphas, and she didn’t want to take away from his meal.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure.”

She snorted. “Always the blunt one, aren’t you?”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s refreshing.” Her mind wandered to Iwaizumi, who used to leave things left unsaid, assuming that others would know what he was thinking. Granted, after being with him for so long, he’d gotten better with communication. Ushijima eyed her, holding the bento out. “How about a trade?” She picked up her box. “It’s probably not as good as your grandmother’s hayashi rice, but you can try my teriyaki salmon.”

“Did you make it yourself?”

“Of course, you know I love cooking.” A small smile made its way to his face, matching hers; he was familiar with her cooking especially since she had brought onigiri to practice a few times since they had played the college team.

Ushijima nodded, “thank you.” They traded bentos. Behind the mouthful he had was a sense of warmth that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The type of warmth that comes from care and love that speaks directly to the soul. It flooded all of his senses. Olive eyes glowed as his scent filled the room.

“This is so good, Ushijima-san! Thank you for letting me try it.” She purred in delight at the explosion of flavor that bathed her tongue. It tasted familiar. A meal you come home to on a windy fall afternoon after being out all day. “I’ll need to get the recipe from you sometime. If you and your grandmother don’t mind, of course.”

Another curt nod as they passed the bentos back. “I’ll teach it to you someday,” he promised. “I enjoyed your salmon.”

“Thank you!” She beamed. “I’ll make you some of my curry next time. That’s one of my better dishes.”

“Thank you for bringing onigiri to our practices.” Ushijima nodded to her. “We all appreciate the effort.”

“It’s the least I can do!” The Omega wriggled happily. “I enjoy cooking and I’m always happy to take care of the pack.”

“What else do you enjoy cooking?”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Anything really. My parents took me to France last holiday, and I’ve been experimenting with French dishes since then.” Her (e/c) orbs examined the Alpha. “Do you cook often, Ushijima-san?”

“Not particularly.” He closed up his bento, cleaning up. “I do not have time for simple luxuries like that.”

“I can imagine volleyball keeps you extremely busy,” she hummed, placing her empty lunchbox down. She pulled out a bag of cookies. “Would you like to have one?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a strawberry cheesecake cookie.” She bit one, a smile expanding on her face at the flavour. “It’s one of my favorite things to bake when I have free time.” (Name) pulled another one out, handing it to Ushijima. He took it carefully, examining it before nibbling it.

“Why do you enjoy cooking?”

A melancholy expression crossed her face as she stared at the cookies. “I’ve always liked the idea of being in a pack, even before I presented.” She smiled slightly, a tear trickled down her right cheek. He froze, confused. His scent hummed as comforting pheromones pumped out. The Omegas in the background all keened, leaning closer with eyes fluttering shut as they inhaled. “As a kid, I would follow my mother around the kitchen, learning how to cook and generally just spending time with her. I loved watching her pour her heart out into a dish where you could just taste the love, y’know?” (Name) leaned back in her seat, fiddling with the bag. “My father was terrifying. You never knew whether or not he cared or loved you, and it was more often than not that he was upset.” A wry laugh and a tear escaped her left cheek. He watched with concern, his finger lifting the tear off of her face. She leaned into the warmth of his caress, eyes shutting as she let out a soft sniffle. “It was hard knowing what love was in that household, so I figured I’d make it obvious in all of my actions.” She lifted her face to his, blinking back the rest of her tears.

“I am sorry to hear that.” Ushijima’s hand slipped into hers, squeezing it.

“It’s not your fault.” She cleared her throat, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “So, why do you like volleyball, Ushijima-san?”

He took another bite, hesitating at the sudden topic change. Ushijima squeezed her hand again, enjoying the soft warmth and hoping that his actions would comfort her. “My father used to play volleyball professionally and taught me as a child. My parents are divorced, and he’s abroad right now. It gives me a connection to him, and I enjoy the sport.”

She giggled, eating another cookie. “I’d enjoy it too if I were as good as you.”

They sat in a pleasant silence as they finished the cookies, simply enjoying each other’s company as a thumb idly swept over her knuckles. The bell rang, and he let out a gentle sigh. His hand slipped away, gathering his stuff. “Thank you for having lunch with me.” With a slight bow, he got up to leave.

“I’ll see you at practice, Ushijima-san.” (Name) waved before the Apex Alpha disappeared out of the classroom door.

****

She looked up at the sound of a door opening as the fresh scent of pine drafted in. “Babe, I’m home!”

“In the kitchen!” She called, using a spoon to stir the pot. Loud shuffling noises echoed the apartment before warm arms wrapped around her waist.

“What’s cooking, good lookin’?” He pressed a kiss to her jaw, his nose brushing against her neck.

“You need to stop hanging out with Oikawa,” she replied, leaning back into his embrace. “Just making some ragout. How was practice?”

“The usual.” Iwaizumi’s warm breath caused sparks of electricity to shoot through her veins. “Oikawa was still practicing when I left.”

“I see.” She surveyed the pot. “Do you want to invite him over? There’s more than enough food for the three of us.” The Omega turned down the fire, letting the pot simmer with a lid. “Even with your monstrous appetite,” she teased, pecking his cheek.

Iwaizumi grumbled. “I just want you to myself.”

“Should’ve thought of that before joining such a needy pack!” She chirped, turning in his arms to face him. “He’s your best friend, and I worry about him sometimes.” His eyes glinted as he frowned slightly. “You know I worry about both of you, but he’s an idiot so he ends up with both of us worrying about him all the time,” she chided. He huffed.

“Tch. Fine.”

“I guess I better stop by the grocery store then,” she made a move towards the sink, only for his grip to tighten.

“Why’s that?”

“To pick up some milk-bread to entice him into coming.”

He let out a faint growl. “Just stay here with me.” Iwaizumi’s arms held her close to him. Her eyes fluttered shut, listening to his heart-beat. “I’ll give him a call and we can cuddle while we wait or something.”

“Aren’t you hungry?” (Name) pulled away, blinking owlishly up at her mate. He opened his mouth to argue, only for his stomach to grumble in response. “We could always eat without him.”

“You know he’s just going to whine about it.” Iwaizumi ran a hand through his hair, annoyance clear in his expression.

“Fine, then help me make some onigiri? You can bring it to the pack tomorrow for me.”

He laughed, his fingers carding through her hair. “You really are too good to us.”

“Only because I have you in my life, Haji.” Pine hummed like a freshly lit candle. “Now, go call that idiot of a best friend and I’ll start making more rice.” Iwaizumi released her, stalking towards his back in the living room.

“Oi, Shittykawa. Get your ass over here. (Nickname) made dinner and she wants to feed your dumbass for some reason.” The Omega giggled, hearing his best friend’s shrill cry of indignation even though he was not on speaker. She scooped the rice out of the rice cooker, preparing another pot for their dinner. It was more than common for them to always have freshly cooked rice, especially considering how often she was meal-prepping and making onigiris. It was fortunate that her parents understood her pack mentality, and would finance her grocery habits. Her pack would also typically step up and buy her ingredients or give Iwaizumi money. “Yes now, otherwise we’re going to eat it all and you’ll have to get your own food.” Iwaizumi pinched his nose, eyes squeezed shut. He almost always regretted calling Oikawa, but he knew that his mate would’ve bothered him even more if he didn’t do it. Iwaizumi ended the call, placing his phone onto the dining room table. “You ready?”

He slipped into the kitchen, surveying the counter. “Do you mind making the eggs? I always like how you season it.” Her lip quivered as she sent him a soft, pouty expression.

“Don’t make that face,” he grumbled, lightly flicking her forehead. “You just have to ask and I’d do it.” He pulled on his Your Opinion Wasn’t in the Recipe apron. She glanced down at her own, giggling at the phrase printed on it: I’ll Feed All You Fuckers. Mattsun had gotten them the aprons as a gag gift one Christmas, but she loved them.

“You’re the best!”

“I know.”

She stood beside him, slicing strips of seaweed while he prepared the eggs. Containers of pre-made fillings littered the counter alongside bowls of seasonings and toppings. They danced around the kitchen with practiced movements after years of cooking together. He would reach for some seasoning, only for her to have nudged the bowl towards him already. She would reach for the rice, only for him to scoop out a portion onto the nori. Laughter and music filled the air as they simply enjoyed each other’s presence.

“I missed this,” she admitted, carefully shaping one of the balls as she sprinkled more furikake flakes.

He bumped his hip against hers, tilting his face down so his lips brushed against her forehead. “I’ve missed you.” He placed his onigiri down onto the plate, leaning down to press his lips against hers. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

The door-bell rang, and she was quick to pop a spoonful of salmon filling into his mouth. “Yes you are,” she winked. Brown eyes widened, as she took off her gloves and apron and skipped over to the door. “Hey, Oiks!”

“Thank you for having me! Ooh, that smells delicious.” Oikawa stepped into the kitchen, beaming at the tray. “You won’t even greet your guest, Iwa-chan? So rude!”

“Oi, you’re lucky she invited you over for dinner.” Iwaizumi glared. “Otherwise you’d be hungry and at the gym still.” Oikawa pouted, opening his mouth to whine more.

“Boys.” The Omega’s eyes narrowed. “Go set the table. And you,” she flicked Oikawa on the forehead causing the male to yelp, “stop overworking yourself. If I hear that you’ve stayed late again and that Iwaizumi left without you, I’m going to handcuff you to him.”

“Kinky.”

“Oi!” A loud crack as Iwaizumi slapped the back of his head.

“Dinner table! Now!”

Oikawa joined Iwaizumi at the table, helping him clear it and setting out utensils. “As sweet as she is, I always forget she has a scary side,” Oikawa comments. “She must get it from having you as a mate.”

Iwaizumi’s face darkened. “At least I have a mate.”

“You’re so mean!”

“Boys!”

“Sorry.” They chorused together. Iwaizumi shoved Oikawa, muttering insults under his breath.

****

“Ushijima-san, that’s not right.” She tapped her pencil on her notebook, surveying the Alpha. He let out a sigh, looking up and blinking with exasperation.

“What did I do wrong for this one?”

They’d been sitting in the library for the past three hours, two of which had been spent solely on chemistry. It wasn’t that there was a lack of effort on Ushijima’s side. In fact, he had tried really hard to solve the problems by himself. He would just end up using the wrong formula or accidentally skipped a step here and there which caused problems. “You’re supposed to use this formula instead.” She pointed at the formula sheet she had provided him. He leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing against her back. The warmth seeped through his muscles, her scent easing the tension he felt from studying.

“I see...but why do we use that one instead?” As she opened her mouth to explain, the library doors were thrown open. They both looked up as familiar scents filled the room. Ushijima nodded as his pack-mates made their way to their table. “Hello Tendou, Semi.”

“Wakatoshi!” Tendou exclaimed, only to be shushed by the librarian. “We were wondering where you were.” He sat on the opposite side of Ushijima, leaning into his personal space. Semi rolled his eyes, sending the Omega an awkward wave as he took a seat beside her. They were seated at a circular table.

“Hi, (Name). Sorry to bother you.”

“Do you wanna go get dinner off-campus?”

“Tendou, that’s not what we’re here for,” Reon reprimanded, hurrying in through the doors to stop the middle-blocker. “Is it alright if we join you two? We all need to study.” Reon glared at the other two.

Tendou let out an elongated sigh as Reon plopped his bag beside him, sitting directly across from the other Omega. “Sure,” (Name) smiled. “There’s more than enough room at the table. But I’m not tutoring you guys!”

Tendou cursed, crossing his arms. “Why not? You’re tutoring Wakatoshi!”

“Because I’m tutoring Ushijima-san, and I don’t want to tutor you, Tendou.”

“Semi-Semi! I’m not a bad student, right?”

“Tendou, you’re the one who always ends getting us kicked out of here.” Semi retorted, taking a seat beside the Omega as he pulled out his own study materials. Tendou crossed his arms, pouting. “Get your stuff out, Tendou.”

Tendou let out a loud tch before reluctantly pulling out his pens and pencils.

“I am sorry about this,” Ushijima whispered to (Name), leaning down so his mouth was by her ear. An involuntary shiver coursed through her as she lurched back slightly.

“It’s okay, Ushijima-san.” She cleared her throat. “Anyways, this is what you need to do here.” She copied the problem down on her page, writing out each step and carefully explaining why she was doing such.

“Tendou, stop it!” Semi cursed, glaring at the red-haired Alpha. She looked up, only to have a wad of paper bounce off her nose. Confused, she furrowed her brow.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Tendou?” The group halted, all looking at her. Semi looked impressed, Ushijima was impassive, a flicker of surprise crossed Reon’s face, and Tendou had an apprehensive look on his face.

“Having fun?”

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing dangerously. A shiver crept up Tendou’s spine despite being an Alpha. “And what are you here to do?”

“Distract you guys!”

“Tendou,” she warned.

He deflated slightly, face darkening. “Study?”

“That’s right.” She fixed him with a hard gaze. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Pull out my English homework and do it.”

“Well get to it.” Tendou sulked, proceeding to do as he stated. With a satisfied smile, she turned back to the other boys. She blinked. “Why are you guys staring at me?”

“We’ve never heard you curse before, (Name)-san.” Reon commented, meeting her gaze steadily.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Semi chuckled, ruffling her hair.

(Name) batted his hand away from her head. “You guys realize who my Alpha is right?” She rolled her eyes. Ushijima stiffened slightly; all eyes except hers flickered to him momentarily. “He’s always cursing out Oikawa and the rest of our pack-mates.”

Ushijima cleared his throat, leaning down to look at the problem, his wrist brushing against her arm. “That doesn’t sound like a healthy pack environment.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the Apex Alpha. “It’s not like he does it to intimidate or fight them. It’s all playful. They’re all fond of one another.” She cleared her throat. “Besides, I don’t think you can talk, Ushijima-san.” Olive eyes shifted up to stare at the female Omega. “Your pack was literally built upon the mentality of who is the strongest volleyball player, not with genuine connections.”

“Hey now, that’s not right,” Semi interjected. She looked at the ash-blonde Alpha. “We might’ve met like that, but we wouldn’t have agreed to be in this pack if we didn’t genuinely like one another.”

She blinked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be offensive.”

“I understand where you’re coming from (Name)-san,” Reon added, sending the fellow Omega a pleasant smile. “From an outsider’s perspective, it can seem a bit forced. Just like how we might have a certain perspective about the Seijoh pack due to being outside it as well.” He leaned back. “But, based on your experiences with the pack, do you still truly think that?”

(Name) hesitated a moment. “No,” she admitted. “I do think that there are real bonds between you guys.” Her gaze examined each of the males sitting at the table in front of her. “To be honest, it does remind me of my pack. You guys are playful in similar ways, and I can tell that the bonds between you guys will last.”

“You’re in the pack too,” Ushijima finally said, his eyes glancing down at the watch on her wrist before raising to steadily meet hers. The other males also eyed the accessory. Tendou’s eyes sparkled. Semi raised his eyebrow, and Reon simply kept the pleasant smile on his face.

“I suppose I am, aren’t I?” Her gaze was down, staring at the maroon sleeve that sat in her lap from the jacket that hung on her chair. “Anyways,” she cleared her throat, “we have exams soon so let’s get back to studying, yeah?”

****

“I don’t understand this!” The Beta complained, head plopping down onto his book.

“Kindaichi-kun, let’s start at the top again, okay?” Her pencil tapped against the book, carefully reading the instructions. “They just want you to solve for x, okay? Where do you think you should start?” Kindaichi peeled his face away from the pages, brows furrowed as he stared at the problem. Kumini was across the table, reviewing his English homework. Both first years were Betas. Laughter erupted from her living room, causing her gaze to shift. “Oi! You guys better be studying, or I’m not feeding you.”

“We’re studying!” Makki called.

“Don’t worry (Nickname)-chan! We’re working hard.”

“You’re hardly working, Oikawa.” Mattsun retorted, flicking through his history textbook.

“All of us are working but Shittykawa.”

“Iwa-chan!”

“Don’t lie to our Omega-chan,” Makki rolled his eyes.

“Stop arguing and do your work!”

“Sorry.” They all chimed.

(Name) pinched her nose as she sighed. “I always wonder how you put up with them,” Kumini commented, not looking up from his work.

“Me too.” She replied before she glanced back down at the page besides her. “There you go, Kindaichi-kun! You’re getting the hang of it.”

“Thank you for helping me!”

The Omega giggled, ruffling his hair. “Of course, I told you, I’m always here to help.” She stood up, stretching. Her eyes scanned the rooms. In the living room, Iwaizumi was sitting facing her, his back to the TV as he worked on the living room table, pouring over his literature book. Oikawa was sprawled on the chaise sectional, his laptop sitting besides him as he jotted down notes on the notebook on his lap. Makki and Mattsun were sitting down at the table on opposite sides of Iwaizumi, facing each other as each focused on their own homework. She had been seated besides Kindaichi at the dinner table, their backs to the kitchen, with Kumini sitting across from them. Her eyes glanced at the clock, it was already 7 P.M.

(Name) let out a deep sigh, making her way towards the kitchen as she put on her apron. She was scheduled to leave for Tokyo tomorrow during lunch, and would be gone for the rest of the weekend. The Omega pulled out a cutting board, pulling out various ingredients and spices to start preparing dinner. “Do you need any help?” She jumped, looking up to see Oikawa standing in front of her. His elbows were on the counter, his head propped up against his arm.

“Don’t you have work you need to finish?”

“I finished! Besides, I feel bad that you’re always the one cooking.”

“Yeah, cause we don’t trust your cooking,” Mattsun commented. Another page flip.

“Why did I even ask you guys to join my pack if all you do is bully me,” Oikawa grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Why don't you help me peel the veggies?” She offered, gesturing to the potatoes and carrots that sat in the strainer in the sink. “Just, please don’t hurt yourself, okay?” He washed his hands, standing by her side. “Don’t want Coach killing me for messing with his setter’s fingers.”

“Maybe Shittykawa shouldn’t help then,” Iwaizumi replied, walking behind them to refill his water bottle from the fridge.

“I can do this! Have some faith in me.” Oikawa rolled up his sleeves, washing his hands and grabbing the vegetable peeler enthusiastically.

“I will kick your ass if you fuck up.”

“I have some confidence that he will be okay.” She smiled, pecking Iwaizumi’s cheek as he stood behind her. One of his hands squeezed her hip before he headed back to his homework.

“Some?!”

“It’s better than none,” she shrugged, washing the rice besides him.

Oikawa gingerly picked up a potato, peeling the skin off. “Whoops!” He yelped as it shot out of his fingers.

The Omega gave him a blank look. “Don’t make me regret inviting you over, Shittykawa.”

“Don’t use that nickname too!” Oikawa pouted. “Iwa-chan, don’t teach your mate your roguish ways.”

“I will end you.” Iwaizumi dead-panned, not looking up from his textbook.

“When did it become ‘bully Oikawa’ day?” Oikawa muttered under his breath, scowling as he finished peeling the potato. The Omega took it out of his fingers, moving back to the cutting board in order to start chopping the vegetables.

“That’s every-day, Oikawa,” Makki retorted, causing Mattsun and Iwaizumi to burst into laughter. Kindaichi stifled his own laughter out of respect for his senpai.

“Behave yourself in front of your kouhais,” (Name) scolded, scooping the potato pieces into the pot. A smile breached her face as she surveyed her pack-mates. She was used to such banter, and she was glad that the years hadn’t changed them that much. Kumini shut his book, stretching out. The Beta made his way over to the couch, plopping down and curling up into one of the blankets she had laid out.

Kindaichi’s brows furrowed as he sighed in exasperation. “(Name)-san, I think I need some more help.” Kindaichi called hesitantly, face flushing pink as he avoided her eyes.

“Bring your work over here, Kindaichi. I’ll help you.” Iwaizumi waved him over, making room on the table beside him. “Oi, Mattsun, scootch over.”

“Thank you, Iwaizumi-san!” Kindaichi scooped his things up, making his way towards his senpai. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced between the carrots and Iwaizumi and Kindaichi. Iwaizumi really was the perfect alpha.

Bonus

“Ushijima-san, are you okay?” Ushijima jerked, looking up. Standing in front of his desk was (Name). She placed a sports drink onto his desk.

He cleared his throat, “yes I am. Why do you ask?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I could smell you down the hall.” Ushijima frowned, sniffing the air. He hadn’t realised that his scent carried so much. “What’s going on?” She slid into the seat in front of him, straddling the seat so she faced him.

Ushijima shook his head. “It is nothing serious. Do not worry.”

“As your pack Omega and the manager of the volleyball team, I will worry. Whatever affects you will affect the pack.” Her face softened. “Please, Ushijima-san? I just want to help.”

His frown deepened before he let out another sigh. “I am just stressed about school.”

“School?” Her brow furrowed. “Do you need another study session?”

“That might be helpful,” he admitted.

“Do you normally get stressed out about school?”

Ushijima bite back a groan. “More often than I’d like to admit.” He took the drink, uncapping and sipping it. She had gotten him his favorite flavor.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?” Her (e/c) eyes carefully surveyed him as she considered solutions for his problem.

“No, I’m sure I will be fine after a bit of help.”

“Whatever you say, Ushijima-san. If you think of something, please let me know okay?” She swung her legs over the chair, standing up. “Break is almost over, I should head back to my classroom.” As she moved towards the door, his hand shot out to grab her wrist.

“Actually…” He hesitated, a fear of rejection creeping up his throat. “Do you mind scenting something for me?”

She blinked owlishly at the request. “Scent something?” (Name) looked down at his hand. It was trembling.

“I find comfort in your scent,” he admitted, averting his eyes as he looked at the buttons on his blazer. “And I think it would help calm me down when I study.” Her face softened. Though scenting things was typically reserved for courting couples or unmated individuals, she supposed she could do the Alpha a favor. After all, she was his pack’s Omega.

“Of course, Ushijima-san.” She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, placing it gently onto the desk. “Let me know if you need me to re-scent it, okay? Or if you need something else scented.”

“Thank you, (Name)-san. I greatly appreciate it.”

She stepped away, a pink flush filling her cheeks. “No problem!” She laughed awkwardly. “I’ll see you later for practice and we can talk about more study sessions then, okay?”

FUN FACTS

💟 The first time an Omega tried to ask Ushijima out, he ended up accidentally closing the door in her face. Another Alpha also tried to court Ushijima, only for him to think it was a joke and he told them off, saying that the joke wasn’t funny.

💟 The first time (Name) had made salmon, she’d accidentally undercooked it and gave her family food poisoning. Since then, she was extra diligent with her food prep.

💟 Both Ushijima and (Name) were raised to believe that food was the language of love.

💟 The first time (Name) had made them dinner, Iwaizumi had accidentally eaten all of the food leaving the Omega to make herself some instant noodles. Since then, she’d learn to make four times the portion just in case.

💟 The Seijoh third-years have a competition to see who could give the worst present to the others. So far, Makki was in the lead.

💟 The Shiratorizawa librarian had placed multiple suspensions on Tendou to prevent him from being in the library. He was only allowed in the library with supervision by Reon or Ushijima.

💟 The very first person to officially join Ushijima’s pack was Tendou. Semi was the second.

💟 Ushijima actually hadn’t told his pack-mates that he was courting (Name), but the third-years knew him well enough to guess as much

💟 The Seijoh pack has monthly study sessions which Kindaichi and Kumini always go to in order to see (Name). They miss their pack-mother but were too scared to admit it.

💟 (Name) has actually withheld food from the Seijoh boys before. They had to offer a group apology in order to get their ‘food rights’ back.

💟 Oikawa had accidentally burnt his finger-tips when (Name) was teaching him how to make milk-bread their second year. He was put on bench-rest for two weeks 1.5 months before Interhigh.

💟 Sometimes the other third-years had a competition to see who could make Oikawa the most upset. When (Name) found out, they were lectured for over an hour. They still secretly did it behind her back whenever they had a chance though. She mostly didn’t want them teaching their underclassmen to be mean to one another and would sometimes secretly team-up with Iwaizumi and Mattsun.

💟 Ushijima spends so much time playing volleyball and working out that he sometimes forgets about his homework.

💟 Though scenting is an intimate thing typically reserved for mates, Alphas in packs are allowed to ask Omega members to scent things for them. That being said, Ushijima only asks (Name) to scent something for him and he asks her every week because of “stress”.

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dalgikiss · 4 years

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Catch-22 // h. iwaizumi

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part 5

tw: name calling towards the end, read at ur own risk idk if people will really get upset over this but this is a just in case

Ryouko’s upset about something again.

Iwaizumi waits patiently for her to say something, poking at the chocolate cake that sits in between them. He never did find out what happened between you and her, noticing the way that her eyes darkened ever so slightly at the mention of your name. He decides to let her bring it up instead of pressing her for details.

He takes a bite, sweet chocolate melting over his taste buds, the same time Ryuoko decides to speak.

“I don’t like it when you hang out with [surname]”

The cake turns bitter in his mouth

You wait outside of the gymnasium doors, kicking up clouds of dirt. You can hear Oikawa teasing Iwaizumi inside, the sound comforting to your ears.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone walking down the path towards doors and you turn away, not wanting to make eye contact in case it was one of Oikawa’s crazy fans. The clouds of dust swirl around your feet, turning your shoes a dusty brown. Before you can notice the hand reaching behind you to grab your attention, the doors burst open and your face splits into a grin at the sight of Kindaichi struggling to carry the water bottles.

“Here, let me help” You easily take some of the bottles away, shuffling them around so you can hold them in your arms. The bottles tower over you and you can barely see what’s in front of you, taking cautious steps, one in front of the other.

Kindaichi’s voice is your only guide as you blindly follow him to the water bottle station. Your vision returns when he reaches over and helps you put them down on the bench. You smile, shaking out your arms and the tips of his ears turn bright red at the way you look at him. He fumbles for a bottle, hurriedly rushing to refill them.

There’s silence between the two of you, save for the rush of water from the faucets and the occasional hey! From Kindaichi when you decide to splash some on him.

“Do you know why Iwaizumi-san has been so on edge lately?”

The question makes you freeze a little bit, fingers tightening their grip on the plastic green bottle.

“What do you mean?”

Kindaichi takes another bottle, running it under the faucet. “He’s hitting the ball a little harder than usual. I think our volleyballs are permanently damaged by the force he’s been using” As though to emphasize his point, he reaches up over his head and pretends to slam down on an imaginary volleyball with a small sound effect.

(You hold in a small laugh at the sight. Even though he practically towers over you, all lean muscle and height, he suddenly resembled a young Oikawa)

Setting down the last of the water bottle, you reach over and gently pat Kindaichi’s cheek. “He’s probably stressed over some exam we have to take for literature, You know how much he hates that”

Kindaichi turns red at the contact, stuttering an agreement. Your grin grows wider, using your other hand to pinch his cheeks. “Don’t worry too much about it. If it gets worse, Oikawa or Hanamaki’ll take him down a notch and if that doesn’t work? I’ll take him down”

You pretend to punch the air and it’s his turn to laugh.

“Thanks senpai”

You let him lead the way back to the gym, arms full of now filled water bottles, ignoring the way your stomach swirls uncomfortably.

Oikawa tackles you the second you walk through the door, bottles flying everywhere. “Hey cutie! I’ve missed you!”

“Oikawa no, I’m holding- oof”

The bottles tumble to the ground, opening your arms just in time in a feeble attempt to catch him. You stumble backwards against his weight, feet slipping underneath you and before you know it, you’re falling towards the floor.

Bracing yourself for the impact, you squeeze your eyes shut and duck your head into the crook of Oikawa’s neck but it never comes. Oikawa twists the both of you around so he hit the floor instead, letting out a little ‘ow’. He pats your head, voice coming out slightly strained. “Did you really think I’d let you hit the floor?”

You flush, sitting up and smack him on the chest. “Your fans are gonna kill me”

“Don’t worry, I’ll never let them hurt my precious cutie!”

Matsukawa stands in front of the both of you, shaking his head in disgust. “You’re both so child-” He never gets to finish his sentence when you smack his chest.

Hanamaki walks over, snorting when he sees Matsukawa doubled over in pain. There’s yelling coming from both of you, Oikawa chiming in from time to time and you want to sit back and remember this moment forever.

My boys. My friends. I don't want to leave this

You feign ignorance at the fact that Iwaizumi isn’t here to listen to you guys, preoccupied with his girlfriend and shuffle your way into the middle of the little circle they’ve made so she doesn’t see you.

Your eyes meet Iwaizumi’s green ones for a brief moment and you tentatively raise your hand in greeting, dropping it just as fast as it came. He nods and for a split second he looks like he needs to say something but then Ryuoko pulls on his arm and you look away.

This is okay. I’m fine

Your train of thoughts is interrupted when you’re suddenly thrown over Oikawa’s shoulder, letting out a shriek of surprise

“Oikawa, let me go! What are you doing?”

Your punches to his back do no damage at all as he jogs to the vending machine, Matsukawa and Hanamaki trailing along.

“Trashykawa, you asshole!”

Iwaizumi’s attention is split between watching his friends walk away and his girlfriend in front of him.

“I don’t like it when you hang out with [surname]”

Iwaizumi swallows his bite of chocolate cake.

“What do you mean?”

Ryuoko stares at her fork. “I just- She looks- I can’t explain. I just don’t like it when you hang out with her. She’s always giving me dirty looks and tries to rub it in my face that you’re her friend but i’m your girlfriend! Don’t you care about me more?”

He sets down his fork. “Are you asking me to pick between my friends and you?”

“Ugh no, you’re not listening!” Ryuoko crumples up the napkin in her hand. “Look, can you just stop hanging out with her? It’s so obvious she doesn’t like me anyways and you’re just ignoring it because she’s your friend!”

The conversation sounds eerily similar to when you had this argument with him about her.

You’re blind if you don’t see that she doesn’t like me

Ryuoko sets down her fork, the metal utensil clattering noisily against the ceramic plate. “Look, all I’m saying is that [surname] a bitch. She’s always giving me these dirty looks and I bet you she talks shit about me behind both of our backs. You can ask Oikawa! He probably likes me more than her anyways”

His grip on his fork tightens.

“Do you really want to be hanging out with someone like [surname]? She’s a fucking whore anyways”

Iwaizumi’s gut churns uncomfortably at the way you were being spoken. “Don’t talk about my friends like that”

Ryuoko looks at him incredulously, “After everything I said, you’re just going to defend her? It’s so obvious she’s trying to tear our relationship apart!"

He lets out a deep sigh through his nose, pinching his nose bridge. He’s tired, extremely tired. “Ryuoko, she sits next to me in class. Even if I were to avoid her, it’s not possible and she’s my friend. I’m not saying you have to become her best friend but can’t you just try to be nice?”

She lets out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “I am trying to be nice! But that bitch-” Iwaizumi’s expression hardens and Ryuoko hastily corrects her mistake. “-That girl clearly isn’t even trying”

Iwaizumi’s head hurts

“Do you like her more than me or something?”

His eye shoots up to meet hers. “Are you being serious right now? You’re my girlfriend and she’s my friend. She doesn’t like me”

Ryoko rolls her eyes. “That’s what you think” she mutters, thinking back to the soft looks you’re unaware you give him when he’s not looking

“What?”

“Nothing! Can’t you just do this one thing for me? You’re being super unreasonable right now”

His eye twitches in annoyance but shoves his snarky response down his throat. “I’m not going to ignore her, she’s my friend but-” Iwaizumi lets out a loud sigh, tired eyes looking at his girlfriend. “- I’ll spend more time with you than her, okay?”

Ryuoko relents, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his forehead. “Thanks for listening to me!”

He only lets out a grunt of acknowledgement, standing up from his chair. “I’ll see you after practice okay?”

She hums, taking a bite from the forgotten chocolate cake. ‘Okay! See you then!”

#iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader

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shihozaki · 3 years

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heyo !! may i request a matchup for haikyuu ?? my name is angela, im bisexual and go by she/they, i’m an ENTJ-T, pisces sun, capricorn moon and libra rising.

i enjoy the fine arts and science, specifically theatre, music, space, and nature !! my personality is very uhh clashing ?? it’s like the combination of two ends of a spectrum yk ?? im abt 5’6/5’7 and have dark hair and dark eyes, i have prescription aviator style glasses but also wear contacts a lot. i absolutely love doing makeup, i just enjoy the colors yk ??

as for the ✨fun✨ parts of myself i have huge anxiety & depression issues, the dynamic duo 🥰🥰, im also like an insane perfectionist and hold myself to quite the standard. i tend to use humor or feign confidence to make up for my insecurities OR completely shit myself out from everyone and become very bitter. i tend to be extremely wary when it comes to serious romance bc im not used to it, yk being genuine at all or without ulterior motives.

overall, i enjoy having fun and am very curious abt the world and what happens within in, am actually confident but do have setbacks & insane issues with myself

(sorry if this was too much i just wanted to make sure you’d have enough to work with ?? anways i hope you have a good day !!)

Thank you so much for requesting and being so patient! I know it took a while but here it is :)

I pair you up with Hajime Iwaizumi!

- At first glance, it seems like you guys are nothing like each other. Part of it is true. Yes, you both do perceive things differently from each other, but that means you guys have a lot to offer each other!

- He really helps with your stability. He ALWAYS looks out for you. Whenever he senses that you’re having a bad day, he will always try to talk to you and give you a hug.

- Loves to see you act in front of him. Since he would never act or sing in front of people, he admires your confidence while on stage!

- He lets you do makeup on him, thinks he looks good but will never show it to Oikawa because he knows Oikawa would steal you away

- In fact, his biggest insecurity used to be that you might leave him for Oikawa. He quickly learned that you genuinely love him, and would never leave you for Trashykawa.

- He knows you use humour to cope with your insecurities, so he compliments you often, whether it's about your makeup or your singing skills, he always makes small comments here and there to make you smile.

- He sees the best in you, and he supports you so well. He helps you understand that nobody can be perfect, and tells you that you are enough :)

- Gets so much energy when you cheer for him while he’s on court, he genuinely wants to run towards you and kiss you mid game but he knows his teammates wiko clown him for that

- You guys have similar humour; Making fun of Oikawa

- You guys go on sweet dates a lot, usually they are not planned and instead you guys explore nature (like parks or abandoned shops)

- Overall he can always make you smile no matter how you feel, and you can always make him believe in himself.

Scenario: When you first meet him!

“Is this the Volleyball team?” You asked the boy in front of you. He was honestly a bit intimidating, with his dark hair and eyes, not to mention his height. He quickly scanned your face before nodding. “Do you need something from Oikawa? He’s not taking any photo requests today.” He muttered. You tilted your head. You had no idea who that was. You had just found a water bottle labeled ‘Seijoh Volleyball team’ and just wanted to return it. You explained this to the boy and he asked, “Oh. So you’re not here for Oikawa?” You shook your head. “Sorry, I don’t exactly know who that is?” You heard the boy chuckle a bit. “That’s good to know. I don’t need his ego boosting up if he hears that another girl came for him.” He took the water bottle, his hand accidentally brushing your hand. You blushed, not knowing why. You tried to make a conversation. “Do girls come here often?” “Uh, yeah. Mostly for him.” The boy answered. “What about you?” You wondered. The boy blinked. “Me?” You shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought girls would visit you too, since you’re… ” You paused. The boy turned, although you could see the blush on his cheeks. Oops. You didn’t mean to flirt, you were just honest. The boy turned around, facing you. He looked amused as he held out his hand to introduce himself. “I’m Iwaizumi.” You took his hand, wondering how this was going to turn out. “I’m Angela.”

Song: Gasoline by Halsley!

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! I have no clue what I just wrote, it’s like 1AM. Constructive criticism is always welcome! I hope to see you again soon :)

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu x reader #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#x reader #matchups #matchup #matchups closed

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physcoticfrog · 4 years

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Part 6.5, The game

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Tanaka’s pov

Game day. Another game, and it’s a practice one, too. Why am I so nervous? Am I ready for this? Probably not.

As he walked into the court, he could feel himself get that random energy boost that he gets during games. And from the looks of it, he could tell y/n and Suga felt it too.

Suga, y/n, and Ryū huddled up, and Suga told them that he wanted to receive as many as possible. From there, he gave Tanaka a hand symbol that said he wanted him to stay where he was, and wait for Suga to give it to him. He nodded, and they all went to their spots.

It was Hinata's serve, and from where Ryū was standing, it looked as if it was in, but when he looked back, y/n didn't move anything except for her head. Was it going out? Sure enough, it did go out. She's really that good, huh.

Next up was Kageyama, and he did his infamous jump serve, and seeing that, he was sure y/n would miss it, but she put it up with grace. If only y/n could see the way that he looked at her. Suga got under it, and Ryūnosuke jumped up and slammed it down. If only he could see the way y/n looked at him.

The set was over, with his team winning 25-22.

Suga served, and just like always his serve was really good, but Noya was all too familiar with it. He received it, and then Kageyama and Hinata did their quick attack. No one had time to move, and he turned around to see it. He had to hold back from laughing at the face y/n was making. But then, he immediately saw it be replaced with determination. Nishinoya really did have an influence on her, he thought to himself.

It was y/n's serve, and he looked at her while she wore a smirk. Something he hadn't seen y/n do before. She did her small routine, and then she backed up a little bit. Once she threw it up he could see how happy she was. Y/n hit it to the other side of the court, and she hit it hard. It was just like Oikawa's serve. And then he remembered, the serve that she had been so proud of and boasting about in the group chat. About how her best friend taught it to her. He was mesmerized. Not only by the fact that Tooru Oikawa is her best friend, but by how perfect the serve was.

He was sure that if it could happen, he was looking at her with literal heart eyes. He was amazed, and it just made him completely fall for her harder.

He looked around to see everyone else's reactions, and Hinata looked like he would have heart eyes too, so he gave Hinata a death glare. He knew he shouldn't, but he felt jealousy overtake him. And he looked at Kageyama, and he looked pissed. Kageyama despised Oikawa since he would never teach him, but Ryū could tell that he was mad because he taught her.

Once again, y/n served, and it was still perfect, aimed a little more towards the left, away from Noya. Somehow Noya received it, and gave it to Kageyama and Hinata for their quick attack. But, once it was over, he noticed y/n already there, and ready to receive it. And she did, almost perfectly. Then, Tanaka scored again.

If he thought that he couldn't have anymore of a crush on y/n, he was so wrong. He just fell down even more.

Once match point arrived, he noticed how much the other team looked worn out and desperate. He did his mini serving routine, and served the ball. He noticed how easily Nishinoya received it, and mentally cursed himself.

Once the ball was in the setter's hands, he could see it. Y/n looked scared. And in the blink of an eye, Hinata stayed left and y/n was there. She was about to receive it, but he could still see the panic in her eyes.

What he saw and heard next made him want to break down and cry. Y/n was scared because she saw it go for her wrist. And when it did, all of the force in the ball went into her wrist. It was already turning colors, and he knew it must be broken. He had subconsciously rushed to her side, while Daichi was trying to get her to calm down. Tanaka could tell she was about to pass out, and right as she did, Daichi caught her head, while he lifted her up. Coach Ukai had already called the ambulance, so all he could do was wait.

When they arrived, he carefully placed her down onto the bed that they were going to carry her on. Coach already had Daichi, Suga, and Noya in his car, and they were all ushering for Tanaka to go too. Why? He couldn't understand. The rest of the team had already packed and we're ready to go to the hospital, whether it be they had to walk there or not.

At the hospital, the doctor called out y/n's name, and the entire team stood up. He was visibly confused, but said "She can take visitors, but only two today".

So, of course Daichi was going to go her, but no one knew who else. They left it up to Daichi to decide. And when he finally did, he said Tanaka should go with. Of course Ryū was confused, but he still immediately agreed.

As they walked into the room, they were met with a sleeping y/n. They were confused as to why she had her own room, but the doctor was quick to explain everything.

"So, what happened to her is that her body went under shock, so she ended up passing out. She should be waking up in a few hours." He stated. But that still left the question, is she going to be ok?

"What happened to her wrist?" Daichi spoke up.

"It's what we call a comminuted fracture. That means that the bone broke into several pieces, and is essentially shattered. It is one of the more severe cases, but it is a simple fix. We most likely will have to do surgery, but we need consent from a family member." The doctor explained.

"What is the surgery for? Or, what is it going to do?" Daichi seemed calm, but Ryūnosuke isn't exactly dumb. He could tell how worried Daichi was about his sister.

According to the tag on his shirt, the doctor's name was Dr. Saito. He was explaining to Daichi that they would have to take metal stitches to piece the bones back together, and remove and of the small pieces that could lead to an infection if not removed. "I'm her brother. Am I allowed to give consent for it? Our parents are in America at the moment, so I can't really call them down for them to give consent in person." Daichi asked.

"Are you at least 18?" The doctor questioned. When Daichi nodded his head yes, Dr. Saito just said "Then yes. You are allowed. However, we cannot force you to say yes to the surgery." Almost immediately though, Daichi responded,

"Yes, yes the surgery would be fine. When would it be scheduled for?" Daichi asked the doctor. Tanaka just stayed quiet, unsure of what to say or if he should say anything at all.

"If it is open, it should be for around 1 pm in two days. We are going to keep her here for a couple more days though, just to make sure it is healing right and her body is reacting fine to the anesthestetic." Dr. Saito explained.

We both nodded our heads, and the doctor was walking out of the room, but he spared a few quick words. "Feel free to get some rest, you both look like you need it." And with that, he was gone.

The two boys left on the room just looked at each other and nodded. They both decided to go into the chairs that were on the left of y/n. Quickly, they were lulled into the pull of sleep.

After what they assumed were hours, seeing it was daylight, they awoke to y/n's bed making a loud squeak.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Daichi asked, sleep flowing through his voice that was barely above a whisper.

"Other than the extreme pain I feel right now, I think I should be ok." Y/n told him. Ryū flinched, because he knew that she was going to be ok, but in the next couple of hours it was going to be rough. "Why are you both looking at me like that?"

Ryūnosuke looked at Daichi, his eyes pleading for Daichi to tell her, since he couldn't bring himself to. Daichi spoke finally. "Your wrist.. it's shattered. The doctor said they have to schedule a surgery to take out some of the smaller pieces and piece it back together. They're going to have to use metal pieces like stitches." Tanaka felt his heart ache because of how much it hurt to see you about to cry.

When he looked at Daichi, he got up and walked out of the room. He didn't expect that, but he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass up. "Y/n.. I don't really know if this is the right time, but I was going to ask you on a date after the game. And I know it'll have to get put off, but, well, will you go on one with me?" He didn't want to keep going, because if he did he knew he would end up telling y/n how panicked he was when he saw you, and how much he felt like crying while he held you in his arms.

Once he saw you start to smile, he did too. "Yes, I would absolutely love to." She said. His smile widened more than he thought possible. "So do you know when the surgery is supposed to be scheduled for?" Y/n asked.

"I think he said it's for about 1:00 in the afternoon tomorrow." Ryū answered. He hated seeing the look of sadness on her face. He wished he could kiss it away, but he felt it would be too soon.

"I honestly can't believe this is happening. Fuck man, I got volleyball taken away from me, and then I fucked it up. God, why couldn't I just have moved a bit." He almost winced at the bitterness you had for yourself in your voice. But he understood, even though it wasn't very avoidable.

Tanaka then shuffled a bit in his chair, trying to think of what to say to change the subject. "So, Tooru Oikawa is your best friend huh?" He lightly laughed. He almost felt jealous about her being able to have him as a best friend.

"Yeah, he and Iwaizumi have me officially marked as their favorite underclassmen." Ryū felt his eyes widen in surprise. She managed to befriend Oikawa AND Iwaizumi. He smiled, a wide, genuine smile.

"Damn, those serves were absolutely perfect y/n, how did you manage to master it?" He was trying to keep the adoration out of his voice, since he didn't want to make it uncomfortable.

"Well, we would always practice non-stop. I'm surprised Kageyama didn't recognize me honestly. I went to Kitagawa, and I was constantly training with Tooru. Man, I will never forget the way Iwaizumi blew up on his ass. Funniest thing ever." Ryū didn't realize it, but he was still smiling at the way you so fondly talked about them. He could listen to you and your stories all day. "Speaking of them, are they allowed to visit here?" Y/n asked, her curiosity growing.

His smile faded a bit realizing that he would have to cut his time short. "I'm not sure. I can go ask Daichi if you want" he offered. He just wanted her to be comfortable.

But he found his spirits being lifted when you spontaneously shook your head no. "It'll be fine. I wanna keep talking and hanging out with you for a bit, is that ok?" She asked. Of course Tanaka nodded in agreement. And he couldn't ask for it to be any better, being able to laugh and talk with you was like a dream.

Eventually, after probably a couple hours the door opened, and the whole team flooded in like a group of cattle. He tried not to laugh when he noticed how grumpy Tsukki looked while carrying balloons. Everyone was carrying snacks, balloons, chocolate, and stuffed animals.

He looked over to Nishinoya, and was thankful that he texted him to get her that, for Tanaka. He figured it was complicated, but the least he could do for y/n. He asked to get her a stuffed animal, her favorite chips, and chocolate, but he guessed Noya thought the chocolate was a bit much since it wasn't there.

"Guys, what is all this? I don't really have any places to put it all." She stated, giggling through her words.

Kōshi spoke up, "Well, we really wanted to do what we could to make this better for you. You can't eat all the snacks until after the surgery, but we all want you to feel better!" He stated. His smile spread through the room like a warm blanket.

"Oh my God you all are the best" y/n said.

He was just happy that she knew the team was all there for her, no matter what.

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A/n: OK! so, I learned a thing or two about bone fractures. But, this roller coaster is about to keep going, and I promise you, it is not all shits and giggle and unicorns and rainbows.

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