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prioritysope · 3 years

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Dangerous Love

Character: Miya Atsumu

Reader: Female

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/?

Tags: VampireAU, WerewolfAU, Human/Vampire Relationship, Supernatural Elements, Drama, Slowburn, Torture, Graphic Violence, Inspired by The Originals and The Vampire Diares, Fluff, Heavy Smut.

"Why don't you just stay for the night?" She tried to convince your best friend, while she gently tugged on your arm. "It's already too late, and you can't walk to your apartment by yourself."

Many would wonder why they do not live together if they are best friends. The point is that they are practically on the University campus and they could not convince the person in charge of dividing the rooms. You were lucky that you had a quiet room and that it does not meddle in your things.

"I would if I had classes tomorrow. Remember that we are no longer in high school we had classes together." You responded, giving him a comforting smile. You knew that she only wanted to protect you, mostly by looking at the time.

After a couple of insistence from Akira, you managed to convince her that nothing would happen to you and that when you arrived you would send her a message.

It was only eleven thirty at night when you were leaving the house of your best friend, Matsukawa Akira. They had decided to go study for an upcoming exam about biology class, since she is the only one they take together at the University. It feels weird already being 21 years old, and no longer being those crazy teenage girls when they were in high school.

A strong breeze blew out of nowhere, feeling your hairs stand on end as you hugged yourself to minimize the chill. For some reason you felt that something was happening or that something was going to happen. You did not know for sure if it would be a good or bad thing, maybe the first one.

You are currently in your third year studying forensic science. Everything about corpses has always drawn your attention, just science in general. You wish one day to be a part of those doctors like NCIS: Los Angeles. You lived in Nashville, Tennessee. It was an average town. Almost everyone knew each other until it was known when someone new arrived. And just that some people were talking about. They were talking about the Miya family, as you had heard from your best friend and the neighborhood, they were two twins with three other people. The only thing that was known about them was their age or that they looked your age or capable one more years.

Something inside you was curious. Although you knew that a lot of people came to the town on vacation or maybe they have family or friends here. You never know. You even wished you could see them somewhere and meet them. Anyone would think you were absolutely crazy wanting to meet the new mysterious men in town.

In the distance you could see your building, heaving a sigh of relief. You already wanted to go in, shower and be able to go to sleep. You wished you could sleep a lifetime, but adult life every morning when you wake up gives you a slap that brings you back to reality. You had responsibilities, and even if you wanted to, you couldn't avoid them.

The closer you got to the building, the more you felt a cold and dark air. Once in front of the door, you opened it without making any noise. However, a high-pitched, lugubrious scream filled your ears, causing you to slam the door shut; echoing throughout the building. A couple of minutes passed and the screaming stopped, as if nothing had happened.

You decided to ignore and go up the stairs because with that scream, even if they pay you, you wouldn't get on the elevator and that makes more noise. As you went up, you didn't hear any noise coming from the rooms or hallways you passed. After going up and walking corridors, you reached your floor. When you were about to put the key to the knob to open it, a door in the same hallway opens abruptly. Your head turned to see where it was from and you only saw a boy, who you could not distinguish and his voice, it seemed that he was saying goodbye to someone.

You opened your door, but his voice that was now closer to you, interrupted you from entering.

"Tell me I wasn't the only one who heard that scream." Now you could see his face a little in the small light from the lamp in the hallway. He had hair a pearly blonde, he looked good. You deduced that his eyes were brown, since they seemed that way. "I'm new here, and what a welcome they've given me."

"I already realize that you are new, since this building is only for women." It was the first thing you could say, for some strange reason you felt nervous with her presence. However, you didn't want him to notice either. "Tell me who you are and one good reason to be here."

You saw a curve form on his full lips, letting out a small, airy laugh. You frowned at his actions, not understanding how funny it was. And finally he decided to answer.

"I am Miya Atsumu, nice to meet you, darlin'." His voice was calm, but husky that it almost made you shiver. "And I know, I was visiting a friend."

And so was your first interaction with the new mystery boy in town.

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yemilnisu · 3 years

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INCORRECT HAIKYUU QUOTES FROM BUZZFEED UNSOLVED PT. 2

nisu entries:

a part two because i said so 🥴 i really enjoy these and you guys seems to enjoy it too i assume 💀 and i may or may not have a part 3 in my drafts ksksks

warning: swearing

「part 1」

Kenma: i don’t think anybody wants to spend any time here (earth)

Kuroo: that! so they (aliens) just blow it up.

Kenma: oh. *shrugs* if that happens, who cares?

Kuroo: i care because i live here!

Kenma: yeah, but then everyone's dead so nothing matters and that's kinda cool. i mean, what a privilege it would be-

Kuroo: you sound like a movie villain right now!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Suna: i'm not even thinking that. i'm tweetin' and i'm streaming. wait- do i have my significant social media followers?

Osamu: you don’t have any following at this point 'cause you're suna rintaro in the timeline where you're at nasa.

Suna: …oh. i don’t even wanna live.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Matsukawa: you know, this was supposed to be the season of respecting ghosts and every time i've tried to do that, you yell at me to disrespect them.

Oikawa: i'm telling you to be true to who you are.

Matsukawa: i mean, that is certainly valid.

Oikawa: (laughs)

Matsukawa: 'cause i am living a lie otherwise because we're talking to air!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Akaashi: oh, i see it. there's a bird right there.

Bokuto: oh, there's a bunch up there. hey, bros.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Nishinoya: you know, i didn’t walk down west cell block.

*nishinoya humming and walking to west cell block*

Nishinoya: it's nice over here, i like it.

(high pitched whistling)

(distant thudding)

Nishinoya: *stops*

Nishinoya: if that's somebody up there, make that noise again in your cell.

(distant thud)

Nishinoya: ha-ha i fucking hate this place. i really do.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Voice: (whispers) atsumu.

Atsumu: who is that?

Atsumu: *looking around for the voice* *lowkey scared*

Osamu: do you hear the little whispers?

Atsumu: please.

Osamu: oops. (laughs)

Suna: *behind the camera snickering because he was the one who suggested it*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Lev: oh fuck, i forgot the spirit box, shit.

Kenma: go get it!

Lev: my hands are full 🥺

Kenma: well, try your best.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Bokuto: *baby voice* it's a little cockroach. you seen any ghosts up here, fella?

Kuroo: (laughs)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Ushijima: do you feel like you have someone else's thoughts?

Tendou: sometimes.

Ushijima: that wasn't the question. i think you misunderstood me.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kuroo: so right now, we’re in the captain's quarters.

Kuroo: is there anybody in here that wants to speak to us?

Bokuto: spill your beans, buddy.

Kuroo: what did you do on this ship?

Bokuto: he probably commanded it.

Kuroo: you know, i was asking him.

Bokuto: what'd you do on this ship?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tanaka: if you'd like us to leave and shut up, which frankly almost anybody who interacts with us for more than five minutes would like us to do, move something.

Nishinoya: spank us on the bottom!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sakusa: i mean, this sink is absolutely disgusting. this is maybe the scariest thing i’ve seen in all six seasons of this show.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Oikawa: *waving at his reflection*

Oikawa: always nice to see a friendly face.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sakusa: i don’t know why people think darkness is actually scary because i can’t see anything. it was scarier when the lights were on 'cause i could see you know filth, things falling apart.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Semi: (knocking) let's boogie, folks! little guy needs a win. ghost, that would be great. if you got a mummy or a vampire, also good. i think he'd also count that as sort of proof of the supernatural.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tsukishima: please haunt me! i’m begging you to haunt me! scare the shit out of me! do something! (laughs)

Tsukishima: how many times do i have to plead with air, with nothing? i’m speaking to no one right now.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Shirabu: if you don’t pop out, then i’ve wasted several years of my life. i mean, i went to college, and my major was not ghost hunting.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Osamu: what's 'tsumu doing in there? who the hell knows? he's probably gonna take out his little spirit box.

*meanwhile at atsumu*

Atsumu: i’m gonna fire up the spirit box now. i am shaking 'cause i’m so scared 😄

*back to osamu*

Osamu: it’s probably gonna say something that doesn’t sound like any words any human's ever spoken.

*back to atsumu*

(spirit box blares)

Spirit box: "do it"

Atsumu: oh shit!

*back to osamu*

Osamu: he'll probably respond to it like he's sitting across the table from a friend, playing scrabble.

*back to atsumu*

Atsumu: did you say ‘do it’ or 'tsumu?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sugawara: old timey jails, very fun to visit... and that’s all i’ve got to say about that *sips coffee*

Asahi: (chuckles) nothing about the ghouls?

Sugawara: there will be no ghouls, there will be dust, there will be noises that you, you know, pee your pants over.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

(bang)

Matsukawa: oh?

Hanamaki: ooh, a nice little drum hit.

Matsukawa: yeah, we got a beatboxing demon in here?

(bang)

Hanamaki: oh, shit, another one!

Matsukawa: *starts beatboxing*

Hanamaki: 🎶 my name is makki and i’m here to say. we’re the baddest ghost hunters in the usa. hunting demons and ghouls too 🎶

(unintelligible sound from the spirit box)

Hanamaki: what?

Matsukawa: *beatboxing*

Hanamaki: wait, hold on, we actually got a response!

Matsukawa: *still beatboxing*

Hanamaki: stop beatboxing! (laughing)

Matsukawa: huh, oh, sorry.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Koganegawa: *whispering* choo choo pickle pie.

Futakuchi: (wheeze) choo choo pickle pie, what the f--?

Koganegawa: i don’t know. i’m just thinking of a funny thing a ghost could whisper

Futakuchi: (wheeze)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tendou: and by the way, if you want a little more one-on-one time with the tsutomu here, he'll be here alone soon enough.

Goshiki: …

Tendou: *backing away while keeping eye contact with goshiki *

Goshiki: it’s a long way to back out. you gonna keep that speed going?

Tendou: is the door behind me?

Goshiki: it’s close.

Tendou: *still backing away but carefully trying to avoid the door without looking behind him and eye contact still on goshiki*

Goshiki: did that work out the way you wanted?

Tendou: *still backing away*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kageyama: you gonna sit in that chair? we’re not allowed to.

Hinata: oh, yeah.

Kageyama: but we are the internet's paranormal bad boys.

Hinata: (chuckle) that’s right, were controversial.

Kageyama: we’re planning cheek to chair, baby. you ain’t gonna stop me.

Hinata: i’m sitting in that thing bare ass.

Kageyama: i’m gonna give that thing a high-five with my butt cheeks.

*later at the location*

Kageyama: yeah, not gonna happen, i’m not sitting on that.

Hinata: that looks like a death trap.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Shirabu: the human mind, if it’s looking for something, it'll find something. and he's going to find something. and it will destroy him.

*meawhile*

Goshiki: holy shit. it felt like something walked past me twice, one from the right side, once on the left side.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Akaashi: it’s gone quiet now and i’m afraid he’s dead.

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retirementhomecollab · 4 years

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☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: living room

☾ warnings: f!reader, supernatural themes (kind of), slight mockery of said supernatural themes.

☾ word count: 1.7k

You decide to head to the living room.

You think there’s no better place to get into the swing of the party. Making your way to the centre of the room, you think you see a few people you know, including a certain spiky-haired boy, leaning over a board game.

“This is bullshit,” you hear him grumble as you spot a small group of guys from last semester’s general biology lab (affectionately referred to as the biology for idiots course).

“It’s not bullshit,” Hanamaki argues as he leans forward and places his hands on something in the middle of the board. “Now put your fingers on the planchette, Hajime, I’m trying to get myself a ghost girlfriend tonight.”

Beside him, Matsukawa snickers. “Dude, I don’t even think you’d be able to land the chick from The Ring. Maybe we should just ask the spirits about when you’ll get a job.”

Kneeling across the board, Oikawa lets out a whistle. “Low blow, Mattsun.”

You skirt around the couch to get a closer view when the brunet spots you from the corner of his eye.

“Oh!” he calls out, waving you over with a sudden grin across his face. “Look who’s here!” he calls out to seemingly everyone but you. You watch the same smile form on Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s faces as they spot you too and you suddenly feel very reluctant about joining them.

“Perfect timing,” Oikawa purrs as he motions for you to sit between him and Iwaizumi. “We’d love for you to join.”

You draw closer, finally able to spot the game at your feet. An array of letters and numbers are printed on the board with ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ printed on the top corners. On the very bottom, beneath Matsukawa’s wrists is the word ‘Goodbye’.

“Oh no,” you breathes, the realization hitting you all at once.

“Oh yes,” Oikawa says.

You’re slotted right next to Iwaizumi now, shoulders touching as you listen to Oikawa’s lighthearted explanation of how to “properly” use the board. To your relief, it doesn’t look like as genuine as you would imagine it to be; the board itself is shiny and cardboard and the planchette is heavy plastic.

You’re not sure if the spirits care about this though, you never thought you’d be in the position to wonder.

“You don’t have to go along with this,” Iwaizumi speaks up from beside you. You glance at him. He’s wearing a pair of cargos with a loosely-buttoned dress shirt and an unzipped vest. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and from the way he’s leaning over, you can see the broad expanse of his chest from beneath his collar. Oh god. You look away.

“Aren’t you wondering what he is?” Hanamaki pipes up, cognizant of your not-so subtle once-over of his best friend. He opens his mouth to speak again but Iwaizumi interrupts.

“I’m an archaeologist,” he says quickly.

“A slutty archaeologist,” Matsukawa amends and you almost choke on your own spit.

“How am I a slutty—?”

“Your clothes are half off,” Hanamaki argues, cutting him off as Oikawa continues on with something about saying goodbye to the spirits.

“It’s hot in here! The place is packed,” he reasons but you can see the growing flush in his face. Knowing them, it’s certainly not the first time they’ve had this discussion tonight but you can’t help but feel a little flustered as well.

“Okay!” Oikawa claps his hands together. “Everyone in?”

You watch as Hanamaki and Matsukawa place two fingers on the planchette with Oikawa following suit. You hesitate and Iwaizumi does as well.

“Does this even work with all this noise?” you wonder uneasily. In every shitty horror movie you’d seen with an ouija board, the rooms had been candlelit and silent, with the board being the centre of attention. Your situation couldn’t have been more of the opposite.

“Dunno,” Matsukawa admits.

“Figured we’d try for the shits anyway,” Hanamaki adds.

“I’ll just watch,” you say, placing your hands in your lap as you watch them circle around the board.

“Me too,” Iwaizumi nods and you turn to give him a small smile.

Oikawa sticks out his bottom lip for a second before shrugging. “Fine by me.”

Despite the bustle around you, you watch with rapt interest as they take turns asking innocuous questions. It begins with simple yes or no inquiries; whether or not Hanamaki would fail economics this semester (yes) or whether Oikawa would get a girlfriend by Valentine’s Day (no).

“Hmm,” he pouts, clearly disappointed with the answer. “Will Iwa-chan get a girlfriend by Valentine’s Day?” he asks the board in a saccharine tone.

You watch as the planchette migrates across the board to land on the ‘yes’.

“Oh?” Matsukawa smirks.

“Oho,” Hanamaki muses.

“What?” Iwaizumi frowns. “Leave me out of this, Shittykawa.”

Ignoring him, Oikawa continues on. “Is the lucky girl someone we all know?”

The planchette doesn’t move off of the ‘yes’.

“Is she here? At this party right now?”

A second passes and you hold your breath. It still doesn’t move.

You glance at Iwaizumi but he’s glaring at Oikawa with murderous intent. The brunet conveniently looks away.

“Can you spell out the name of his dear future girlfriend?” he asks the board in a faux-hushed tone. Your eyes shift from the planchette to Iwaizumi’s hands, his knuckles white as he curls them into fists.

The triangle moves down the board to land on a letter.

And then another.

It takes you all of five seconds to realize what’s happening now; it’s spelling out your name.

Heat rises up your neck and you train your eyes on the wooden flooring in front of you, unable to look at the board anymore.

Supernatural or not, you can’t help but feel the warm bloom of embarrassment in your cheeks. Sure, Iwaizumi is attractive, and maybe it was incredibly difficult to work with him as your lab partner last term because you’d get caught up with appreciating the view, but you’d forced yourself to not think too deeply about it. Especially after you’d awkwardly parted ways at the end of the semester.

Sure, you see him around campus frequently, but it just isn’t the same as when you’d stay up together, slaving over ten page lab reports and commiserating over lost marks.

“This is stupid,” he mumbles before pushing himself off the floor. You watch as he heads towards the entrance of the apartment without even looking back. Oddly, you feel the urge to follow him out.

“We’ll say goodbye to the spirits for you!” Oikawa calls out cheerfully before turning to you.

“Could you do me a favour?” he asks, tilting his head. “Could you just make sure he doesn’t get lost?”

You could argue that this apartment was right next to campus and that the likelihood of Iwaizumi getting lost on the grounds of a place he frequented everyday was close to nil. But you already have half a mind to go, so you nod and stand up to follow him, brushing off your skirt as you approach the door.

The crowds of people grow thinner and thinner as you make your way back down the hallway and down the stairs, leaving the pounding bass of the music behind as you step into the chill of the night.

You shiver as you glance around the building’s exterior, looking for any sign of your former lab partner. The wind nips at your bare skin and you think you see a retreating figure on your right but before you can chase after it, you hear a familiar voice at your back.

“What are you doing here?” Iwaizumi questions and you turn to face him. The streetlamp casts harsh shadows across as his face as he looks down at you apprehensively.

“I was looking for you,” you reply simply. “Oikawa, he—”

“Man,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t believe he fucking told you to—”

“I was also worried,” you interject, biting the inside of your cheek. “I, uh. I don’t know if the board works like that but it didn’t really seem like— it didn’t really seem like it was anything supernatural that was— y’know.” You gesture noncommittally with your hands.

“Yeah,” he says in agreement. “Yeah, I think they were just fucking with me. Sorry you got caught up in that. They can get out of line sometimes.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine,” you insist, eyes flashing to his. “I just don’t know why they’d use my name,” you laugh, cringing when it sounds a bit hollow.

Iwaizumi sighs.

“To be honest,” he begins. “Last semester, I…I kind of had a thing for you. Y’know, probably because we went on all those study dates and spent all those nights staying up together.”

You blink.

“Oh?”

Was he really…? Did he really…?

He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I… I don’t know. It’s stupid. You probably don’t want to hear about this, anyway.”

“No,” you shake your head, a sort of giddiness settling in your chest. The wind bites at your cheeks but you can barely feel its chill anymore.

“I—I was so nervous I couldn’t even look at you sometimes!” you blurt out with a giggle as you come to terms with the absurdity of the situation. “You were just so…”

““So…”?“ he questions.

“So…attractive,” you admit abashedly. “It was so ridiculous, I couldn’t even make eye contact with you,” you gripe, recalling the dozens of awkward moments in which you felt like you were just going to keel over from being in his presence.

“You think I’m attractive?” he asks, dumbfounded, and you nod while staring at the space three inches above his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you—? Why didn’t we—?”

“I didn’t know,” you exclaim.

“I didn’t know, either,” he breathes, a small laugh bubbling from his throat.

“But now we do,” you offer, daring to meet his eye. The cold of the night does nothing to quell the spark you feel when his gaze lands on yours.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Now we do.”

The flame inside you burns even brighter.

“Let’s go back inside,” he suggests, beckoning towards the entrance of the building.

“I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the open bedroom. > Go to the balcony. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #the witching hour

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lemystical-puffle · 3 years

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If you could write a fic with Tsuzuru, Kazunari, and Misumi dealing with some paranormal/supernatural thing? Just something light hearted. If you don’t it’s fine but I think it’d be neat and thank you

aaa thanks for requesting!! Hope you like it!

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It was supposed to be a normal night for writing, winter’s next show was coming up and Tsuzuru knew very well he was far behind schedule

so what was he doing hiding in a pillow fort in the living room

“Ah! Did you hear that Tsuzuroon! I think I heard footsteps!” next to him were Kazunari and Misumi, the only light being from Kazunari’s phone, and a little triangle lantern Misumi was holding (which Tsuzuru was a little too scared to ask where it came from, since he swore it wasn’t there moments ago.)

“I couldn’t hear anything over your texting Miyoshi, are you sure there is even something here? Maybe you were just hearing another troupe member. Masumi has returned to his old habit of making curry at 4 am again...” he sighed, recalling the memory of a few nights back of being woken up by Masumi asking him where he put the rice, despite Tsuzuru having made it very well known he had morning classes the next day.

“Nope!” Misumi chirped, shaking his head. “I came home from triangle hunting last night and everyone was asleep! All snuggled tightly in their beds having triangle dreams!”

Tsuzuru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Let me rephrase that, are you sure you didn't hear Ikaruga last night, Miyoshi?”

“LMAO Wouldn’t that be funny!? Nah Sumi is always supes quiet after Frooch scolded him for being too loud, which is totes cool, you know one time-” He was interrupted by a loud crash coming from the kitchen, along with a strange groan, which quite everyone in the fort.

“You heard that, right?”

“Mmh, see, I told you so Tsuzuroon.”

“Now isn’t the time for- okay whatever. What do we do now?”

“I dunno, what do you think Sumi... Sumi?” The pair looked over to see no one there, the blanket door to their fort open, and the triangle lantern left discarded.

“I have a bad feeling about this,”

“Well, save that for later! We gotta save Sumi! Man, this is so going on the ‘blam. We’re the MANKAI ghostbusters! Let's go!” Once Kazunari made a show of putting on an inste-live, he left the tent, Tsuzuru following after.

The pair slowly crept along, following the now growing groans and sounds, which seemed to be getting louder.

The pair finally ended up at the entrance to the kitchen, taking a deep breath before shining the light on the area in front of them, prepared for whatever kind of ghoul that would face.

Instead, they found Matsukawa groaning face down on the cool tile, Misumi sitting on his back and eating an Onigiri. The 19-year-old boy grinned, looking up at the two and flashing a peace.

“I found the ghost! He was trying to take my Onigiri so I tackled him!”

Tsuzuru let out the loudest sigh one would think was possible, as Kazunari laughed and ran up to Misumi, grinning as he turned his camera around and pointed it at the two, snapping a selfie.

“OMG That’s totes hilarious, LOL amirite Tsuzuroon! Tsuzuroon?” The art student looked up, only to see Tsuzuru collapsed on the ground, sleeping soundly, a puddle of drool already starting to form.

“Seems like the stakeout tired him out, lol, wanna help me drag him to bed Sumi?”

“Okay! Only if Kazu promises we can do this again!” Misumi grinned, still ignoring the soft groans of the manager he was sitting on.

“Got it! Let’s have weekly stakeouts! Tsuzuroon too!”

“I’ll pass.”

The pair’s direction suddenly turned to the sound of the once dead writer, to find him yet again, passed out on the floor.

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min--yoonqi · 7 years

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IwaOi Week FINAL DAY - May 7, Hellos/Goodbyes

Yeah, Just Twenty, read it here on AO3. Everybody is born with a plastic timer imprinted on their right wrist. It is a very rare occurrence when a person isn't born with that plastic, silver timer. What did those objects do, anyways? They told when you'll meet your soulmate. It changes constantly (obviously), and when it reaches 00 day, 00 hr, 00 min, 00 sec, a line consisted of two colors will guide you and your soulmate on where you two should meet.

Today was the day. Oikawa Tooru was going to meet his soulmate.

The white, plastic timer imprinted on his right wrist said 00 days, 01 hr, 05 min, 10 sec. In an hour, he'll meet his soulmate. The person he'll always be with, the person he'll grow old with, the person he'll be with forever. Yes, he was looking forward on meeting mystery person, but, he's afraid that they'll hate each other. He couldn't live with that.

"Breathe, Tooru," his mother tried to calm him down. Is it even possible for him to calm down though? Who's calm? Who is she? Tooru didn't know her.

Oikawa breathed and exhaled heavily, the nervousness still flowing in his body. He hated this feeling, even though it was the good kind of nervous. He loathed being under pressure and the kind, so this was pretty stressful for him. His father was looking at him with a comforting smile, the gesture spelling out an obvious message.

Calm down.

Everything's going to be fine.

He returned the reassuring act, a nervous smile sprawled on his lips. Slowly closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself down. What should he do? Tooru tried writing down the person radical on his palm, spiked balls to shift his focus, nothing worked.

Maybe...

Maybe, he just had to believe?

You know? Like Naruto. Believe it.

(my friend actually 'sighed so loudly' when i sent him the Naruto thing brb kms)

Believe that everything will be fine, nothing will go wrong. Both of them will click instantly, yeah. Definitely.

He just had to believe in fate.

- - -

00 days, 01 hr, 05 min, 10 sec.

"Haji-chan, you'll be fine, I'm sure your soulmate's a catch, you know, unlike mine." his dad tried to cheer him up. Iwaizumi's frowned deepened. He crossed his arms and sighed heavily, he really wasn't looking forward on meeting his soulmate. He had to put up with them for the rest of his life, and being the anti-social person Hajime is, this happening will suck ass.

The currently-grumpy male furrowed his brows. "I don't want to put up with someone, I want to be in your position." he let out a 'tch' sound.

There were upsides and downsides on 'breaking up' with your soulmate. A disadvantage for every advantage.

One, - personally, Iwaizumi thinks this is an advantage - you don't have to put up with a person for the rest of your life. Con? It's really lonely, having no one to talk to or just share your feelings with (this is also an advantage for Hajime, re: being the anti-social person Hajime is-).

Two, your timer will dissolve into thin air. Down-side? When your right wrist is touched by someone that's not your soulmate, it will either cause you physical or emotional pain.

Lastly, if you're the one who broke up with them, you will feel a lot better. Twist? You will constantly dream about all the things both of you did. Except if it was an unhealthy relationship, Fate will understand.

Hajime's dad had an unhealthy relationship with his biological mother when Iwaizumi was born, his existence was apparently a "burden" and he started verbally abusing his dad. It was painful for him to hear their screams and his dad's horrified pleads. Iwaizumi's dad broke up with her when he was three and reported her to the police.

"Dad, what if they don't like me? What if I don't like them?" he starts to worry once more, panic-filled thoughts clouding his mind. God, he hated nervousness. If it was the good kind of nervous? Psh, no. Every form of nervousness? He hated with a passion.

His father pat him on the back. "It's okay, it's going to be fine."

And he believed him.

Trust fate.

- - -

Turquoise and white.

The line's colors were turquoise and white.

What a beautiful combination.

- - - -

A volleyball court? Not to mention, the abandoned Aoba Johsai volleyball court. He played for this team when he was in high school (obviously), they were a powerhouse school. He still keeps in touch with his old teammates, but they're not as close as they were. The only people he talked to and have a very intimate friendship with were Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, and Kyoutani.

He heard footsteps, they were here.

"I... hello? Is- is that you?" a voice called out, Oikawa ran to turn on the lights. Surprisingly, they were still working. Maybe this wasn't abandoned after all? Or did some god know that they were meeting here and fixed all the lights with their supernatural ability? Probably. Either way, he was pleased and contented.

He turned around and saw a male figure, it's a guy. Cool.

Oh no, not cool.

Oikawa might pass out.

The spiky-haired boy meters away from him was gorgeous. He wore a calm and collected expressions, brows slightly furrowed, his eyes unaffected by this current situation. Unlike Oikawa, who was freaking the fuck out. Fate and the gods definitely had good taste, yeah?

"Hello, my name's Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you." A cute, timid smile spread across his lips.

I think my soul is escaping from my body.

Iwaizumi Hajime is such a pretty name, what the fuck?

You know what else is pretty? His existence. The concept of Iwaizumi Hajime.

God, is he really my soulmate?

Different positive thoughts filled Oikawa Tooru's head, dear god, was he seeing things? Can a man really be this amazing? Was he an amazing person as well?

"Wow, um- hi? I'm Oikawa Tooru, former captain of Aoba Johsai? Not to be gay, but, I really think your face is an absolute blessing. No homo."

Iwaizumi burst out laughing, the way he covered his mouth when he did was the cutest thing since Oikawa.

Wait, what-

That- that's really cute. No homo though.

Nah, all the homo.

He stopped laughing and smiled after he did. "Thanks, you're pretty fine y'self."

Fuck.

- - -

They talked about lots of things inside the gym. Their opinions on soulmates and such, yes, they had disagreements, but it was their opinions. They were soulmates, anyways. Even though both of them understood each other, they will have their controversies and variances.

"Let's play twenty questions,"

"Just twenty?"

"Yeah, just twenty."

END OF IWAOI WEEK

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