Aoba Johsai Third Years With An Athletic S/O Who Overworks Themself And Gets Injured
Requested: Yes
Characters: Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Oikawa
Warnings: Slight angst, Descriptions of injury and the events leading up to them
a/n: One of my roommates asked for this and i can’t tell if this is a self callout for her or if she’s calling me out bc we both do this
update: i asked and she said a little bit of both
You already know you’re not gonna get away with that shit with Iwaizumi fuckin Hajime
If he doesn’t let his best friend get away with it, why should he let his s/o?
You think you’re bein real slick about it but then he shows up at your house to surprise you and your mom tells him that you’re out on a run
Mf’s like “Come again”
He KNOWS you hurt your ankle at practice the other day, he’s the one who helped you ice it afterwards and he specifically told you not to work it any more than what’s required at practice
It’s clown bee hay yeh luv
He sits his pretty ass down to wait for you to get back
Well actually he slips into the kitchen to help your parent cook BUT you get the idea
When you get back you see Iwaizumi and your parents sitting in the living room together
You try to sneak by and limp your way to your room, but your mom clears her throat before you get the chance
“Y/n, dearest, Iwaizumi-kun has just told me the most interesting thing.”
shit
After that incident he keeps a closer eye on you
The tipping point is when he gets out of volleyball practice early one night and goes to surprise you at your practice so you can walk home together
Your practice had just ended fifteen minutes before, this is one of the short days on your schedule
Iwaizumi figured he’d catch you just as you were walking out to go home
He was wrong
You were the only one still on the court/field, you were still running drills on your own and you just weren’t stopping
He calls out to you to tell you to get your head out of your ass and go home, but you only glance at him before continuing
You shout that you’ll go home once you can get just this one thing perfect, you can rest once it’s good but you just couldn’tyet
He’s already on his way toward you when it happens
There’s a sickening crack as you fall to the ground, Iwaizumi can see your chest rise and fall with ragged breathing, he can see the beginnings of tears
He drops his bag and just fucking books it to get to you
After checking over you and confirm that yes that very much should not stick out like that, he gently holds you against him while he pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls for help
He’s crying too while you hide your face in his shoulder, he already went through this with his best friend the year before, why does he have to go through it with his s/o too?
He goes with you to the emergency room, holds your hand in the waiting room and pushes you in the wheelchair they provided when you need to go back
They say family only but fuck that he’s going with you no matter what
Lies through his teeth and says you’re engaged
They can tell it’s a lie, you’re literally in a high school practice jersey and hes in his uniform. They let it slide, though, because your family hasn’t gotten there yet and it’s pretty obvious that Iwaizumi isn’t leaving your side
Your family gets there while you’re getting x-rays done, he sits with them and hugs your parents because shit all three of them need it
When they tell you somethings definitely Not Right, he holds your hand and squeezes, watching your face carefully.
You have to schedule an appointment with a specialist to know what exactly is going on, and while he can’t go with you to that appointment, he waits with your sibling at your house for you and your parents to get home
If you have to have surgery, he’ll hold you while you weep, will reassure you as you ask why did it have to be me? Andtrust me when I say that he’s definitely crying too
If you just need physical therapy and a cast, he hounds you every day to do your exercises and mother hens you to no end to make sure you’re not overworking yourself
Honestly? If he hadn’t said it before this, he tells you he loves you the night you injure yourself.
He means it, too, he loves you so much.
When he figures out that you’ve been overworking yourself he gives you the chance to fess up
“hey y/n, are you limping?”
“ahaha no why do you say that”
He gives you a Look and you try to run away but it’s useless
He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder
If you try to make excuses he just stares at you with a blank expression until you slowly trail off
Doesn’t exactly lecture you? He just flicks your forehead and tells you not to hurt yourself, then asks what you want for dinner since his family is ordering in
It’s pretty refreshing actually, you have enough friends on your ass about how much you practice, you don’t need your boyfriend doing the same
He does keep a close eye on you, though. He remembers what it was like leading up to Oikawa’s knee injury, and he does Not want anything of the sort to happen to you
He’s not there when you get hurt
He gets a call at ten o’clock on a Friday night from one of your teammates
After your parent called them to ask if they’d seen you since you hadn’t been home and weren’t at Matsukawa’s house, they went to look for you at the practice field near the park
It started raining before they got there, but when they did get there they found you in the mud cradling your injured limb
Naturally after calling your parents and an ambulance, they called Matsukawa
He went to the hospital immediately, he hadn’t even bothered to get dressed
When you were wheeled back out to the waiting room, he was sitting there in his too-short spongebob pajama pants that showed just a little too much ankle and a t shirt he’d gotten from a fundraiser your team had done
It had your jersey number and name on the back
He looked a right mess but in your relief to see him sitting there you found that he’d never looked better to you
When he saw you he got up and crossed the room, dropping down to pull you into a tight hug (much to the disapproval of the doctor who’d walked you and your parent out)
He was close to tears which is unusual for him, you’d never seen him cry before
The sight made you tear up all over again as you held on tightly to him
He sleeps over at your house, something neither your nor his parents would typically allow, but this was different
He held you all night, careful of your injury
You try to apologize but he won’t hear it, he just shushes you and holds you tighter.
At first he’ll just hide his face in your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist as you trace shapes in his wrist
If you let him, though, he’ll press gentle kisses to your injured limb
If you have to have surgery he’ll take off school to be with you the day of and he’ll skip practice to be with you the day after
No one on the team wants to penalize him for it, but they know he won’t accept them just overlooking it since they wouldn’t usually
So coach and Oikawa agree to simply give him extra laps and gym cleaning duty with the first years
He’ll kiss the incision scar after it’s healed, if it makes you flustered that’s just all the more reason to keep doing it
If you just need physical therapy he will drive you to and from every appointment that he can
He’ll make sure you do your exercises, he’ll even do them with you if you want him to
Any time he thinks you’re overworking yourself he throws you over his shoulder and carries you away, he’s not letting you risk it again
Once you’re healed you’ll find that every time you’re sitting together, his hand will stray to where you had your injury and he’ll rub gently, applying a little bit of pressure
Definitely apologizes to Iwaizumi for making fun of him when he’d nearly broken down the year before when Oikawa got injured
He gets it now
This mf is one mean bitch
He’s only loud when you pair him with Matsukawa or you
Usually you think he’s funny
Then he turns that bitchiness on you and suddenly there’s a problem
“not funny. cried.”
Why is he being mean? I am so glad you asked
Somebody decided to sass him when he told them not to overwork themself
“Alright. I don’t wanna hear shit when you bust your ass from working too hard. Your bones are gonna snap like a twig and I will not be here to help you.”
“daddy chill”
LMAO please he probably takes himself seriously for all of thirty seconds after this interaction then he’s cracking up and asking what you want for dinner, his treat
Later, though, he grabs your wrist and leans down and just when you’re like fuck yeah I’m gettin a kiss
He goes to talk quietly with his lips pressed against your ear instead
“Seriously, though. Be careful with yourself. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
On one hand you might cry that’s so sweet
On the other hand your desire to make fun of your boyfriend outweighs your desire for kith
“Fuckin simp, you wanna get pegged so bad it makes you look stupid.”
He laughs and then he actually Does kiss you and honestly? Good for you, you get to make fun of your boyfriend AND still get a kith
One day after practice he starts to go to your house, but then he gets a text from you
“in locker room and can’t get up, pls help lmao”
Only you would add lmao after informing him you couldn’t fucking get up
He turns on his heel and hurries to the locker room your team uses
He finds you curled up on the ground and curses under his breath before crouching down beside you
“Hey babe, you come here often?”
“Literally shut up oh my god”
He calls for help since apparently you decided boyfriend>medical professionals
Calls your parents from the hospital and tries not to lose his shit
Usually his expression is calculated and steady but right now hes visibly worried and he’s chewing on his bottom lip and he just needs to know you’re okay
Honestly the sight kinda makes you feel like shit, he told you to be careful and now you’re in the hospital making him worry
If you have to have surgery he’ll definitely be a lot more on edge around his friends, especially the day of if his parents don’t let him skip to stay with you
He knows you’re scared, even if you try to hide it
He knows how much you love your sport, it’s the whole reason you’re even in this mess
In the days leading up to your surgery you try to tell him you’re fine but every time he just looks at you with that concerned, loving expression you’ve recently become acquainted with
And your resolve crumbles to pieces
You hide your face in his neck and cry, and he lets you
He’s probably the least likely to cry with you but that doesn’t mean he’s not aching just seeing you so afraid and in so much pain
If you tell him just how scared you are he’ll hold you as tightly as you need him to
If you just need physical therapy then he’ll pick you up from your appointments and he’ll watch you do your exercises
Then he’ll take you out for food
He takes care of you in his own way
He will tell you he loves you, and he’ll say it over and over as many times as you need to hear it
Only when you’re alone, though
When you’re hanging out with Matsukawa and he tells you he loves you, Mr Eyebrows over there starts pouting until you and Hanamaki shower him in the same affection
You wouldn’t trade it for the world though
Oh boy
You know that spiderman meme where they’re both pointing at each other?
Thats you two when you walk out of your respective club rooms at 10 o’clock and see each other
♂️
“I won’t tell Iwa-chan if you don’t”
“Deal”
In all seriousness, though, he’s probably kinda pissy when he realizes you’re overworking yourself
“Y/n-chan you have to take care of yourself >:(“
“So do you tf”
“This ain’t about me”
He knows that last year he pushed himself too far and ended up getting hurt
What kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you do the same thing?
Starts trying to take up more and more of your time
Because you can’t overwork yourself if you’re spending all your free time with him, your loving, doting, brilliant genius of a boyfriend :D
…or so he thought
What he didn’t know was that you were running every night for hours
Which a) is fucking dangerous you idiot you could get run over and b) lit rally why are you running so much don’t you get enough of a workout in during practice
Apparently no, no you don’t
It’s three in the morning and your parents were out of town, they called him to ask him to go check on you
You hadn’t answered your phone all day and still weren’t answering and while they knew you were probably asleep, they just wanted to make sure you were okay
He was driving to your house when he saw you on the side of the road
Your phone fell out of your hand when you fell, you were mostly on the sidewalk but your phone was broken in the street
He immediately pulled over and got out of his car without turning it off, rushing over to you
He asked if you could get up and you told him no, that your ankle couldn’t support your weight
You told him that you couldn’t sleep, you were just going to go on a short run until you were tired but that then you felt like you couldn’t stop, so you didn’t
You just kept going, and evidently your body tired out before your brain could register that fact, and your ankle gave out
You’d already twisted it a few times in the last week, but now it hurt like a motherfucker and you couldnt even stand on it
He helped you into his car and gave you his phone to call your parents and fill them in on what happened while he drove you to the hospital
He stayed with you all night, his mother didn’t even try to stop him at that point
The next day he bought you a new phone
Definitely kinda blames himself, tries not to let you know it though
One day he was at your house and you thought he was still asleep on the couch where you two had been napping together
You were trying to get to the kitchen and do things for yourself
He let you try, but got up so he’d be ready to try and catch you if you started to fall
You did fall, and he was right there to hold you up
You were so frustrated you started crying, and he couldn’t do anything but hold you tightly while you whispered how you just wanted a fucking glass of juice
If you listen close you can actually hear the exact moment his heart shatters!
If you need surgery he weeps with you, he knows how scared you are because he’d been in that situation the year before
He takes off school and nothing can stop him
Still goes to practice, though, but goes back to your side as soon as he can
While you’re healing he lets you see his knee
He doesn’t usually, he doesn’t like anyone looking at it
It’s discolored and eternally swollen in comparison to his other knee
But he doesn’t want you to be ashamed of your injury once you’ve healed, so he can’t let you know he’s ashamed of his
Make gentle work of tracing his scarred knee, press loving kisses to it while you hold his hands, let him know you love every part of him
He’ll do the same for you, he’ll absolutely worship every part of you, including your injured ankle
Any time you sit with your legs in his lap he’ll massage the area gently, the same way he knows feels good with his knee
If you just need physical therapy, he’ll change his schedule so that his appointments are at the same time as yours
That way he can go with you and leave with you
“Carpooling is good for the environment, Y/n-chan”
Really, though, he just wants to be able to do it with you, he wants to be the first one you see after an especially frustrating appointment, he wants to be the first one you tell when you make progress, he wants to be the one to take you to get food after every appointment
His kisses get a lot softer after you get injured
He’ll hold you close and swipe his thumb across your cheek as you melt against each other
It’s very sweet
If he’s already said it before the injury, then when it happens he’ll tell you he loves you and he will repeat it like a mantra
If he hasn’t, though, he won’t say it then
He doesn’t want the first time he says it to be while you’re terrified and in pain
But the moment you’re put back in the game, whether it’s the end of your third year season or your first season as a college student, the first game you’re back in after working your ass off to get to play again, he’s there
He’s there and he’s the one cheering loudest for you every point you score
Whether your team wins or not, he’s there lifting you up off the ground and he’s kissing you breathless, you’d think you’d just won in the last game of finals at nationals
Kinda obnoxious to everyone who doesn’t know the context
But you know, and that’s all that matters
He’s so proud of you, he holds you tight and he tells you he loves you and honestly, what more do you need?
tw: talks of death, existential dread, hurt/comfort-ish, idk this is just how i live and love, not smut but a little suggestive with a hint at dacryphilia
“I’m worried that I’m a ghost.”
Makki stops singing along to the song playing through his car speakers. Long ago, the AUX port had gone bad and you were either stuck listening to the radio and all it’s commercials, or the same CD that’s been in the car since his older sister used to drive you both to middle school. Tonight it’s the same old CD that’s never been ejected, the obscure yet heart-wrenching lyrics of a drug addict and strange blend of styles. He knows every word to every song, even the words that are warped by the mixing. His voice isn’t all too bad either and while nothing extraordinary, it harmonizes well with the soul of the lead singers vocals.
Even though you’ve sat through over hundreds of drives with him just like this with you in the passenger seat, barely catching his singing under the sound of the whipping wind from the open windows, and will probably sit through hundreds more, it fills you with an unsettling sense of nostalgia. Perhaps because you remember being overgrown children and sitting in the backseat sword-fighting with french fries, or can clearly recall turning around in your current seat years ago, and snapping a pic of Oikawa and Iwa adorably using Mattsun as a pillow after driving 3 hours to go to a concert in another city. But the strangeness in your heart isn’t from yearning for your younger days.
It’s sadder.
It aches.
“Like Casper?” He asks, though he knows you almost certainly don’t mean like that. You’ve always had a way of saying something perplexing that ends up haunting him when he lies in bed unable to sleep at night.
“Like I’m already dead.”
He turns down the volume, but keeps focused on the road. He’s used to hearing gruesome things by now, his best friend works at a funeral home after all, and so he waits for you to elaborate, ready for you to carve your peculiar thoughts into the surface of his mind that will sink further in time.
“Like the real me is somewhere under the ground and I’m just reliving the moments I loved when I was still alive,” you explain, leaning on the passenger door and letting your hand dance at the will of the air current created by the car’s mild speed. It feels so real.
“So, you’re dead, and out of all of the great life moments you could be reliving, you’re here in the car with me coming back from a grocery run?” He asks, turning his head for just a moment to give you a teasing smile, pink bangs fluttering across his forehead and the late-setting sun peaking over his shoulder. It’s just Takahiro as you’ve always known him, small eyes, crooked lips, scars from sports and drunken antics, and yet right now he looks so beautiful it fucking hurts - like a scene from a movie you can’t touch beyond the screen.
“Yeah, I think I miss this the most.”
The last couple words come out choked as fat tears uncontrollably bubble and spill over onto your cheeks. You would feel dumb, but if this is all just a memory, then your tears aren’t even worth trying to hide.
“Hey, you’re actually not dead. You’re here with me right now. What’s wrong?”
He pulls over onto a residential side street, parking next to a big house that you always pass and make fun of for not having enough windows, though today you’re thankful for the privacy. The engine is still running, the music plays faintly, and the bugs chirp in the summer heat. It’s deafening, but his hand wraps around your forearm and squeezes, forcing you to consider that this isn’t some weird drawn out montage of your life on replay.
“I think you’re the love of my life.”
Memory or not, there’s something heavy pushing down on you from all angles to force the words out just like you had squeezed your toothpaste this morning for the last drop, hence the reason you’re even here with Makki in the first place. It all seems convoluted, as if your life has just been a ride to get you right here, and that there’s voices from all different timelines urging you to come to terms with something that’s merely been a vague implication in the back of your mind. It doesn’t scare you or make you anxious. It just fills you with uncanny melancholy.
“And that’s such a horrible thing that it makes you cry?” He questions, leaning even closer to you over center console. His short brows draw together as he studies the streams rolling down your face.
“Yes! It means, no matter what, I’m doomed.”
“Well, I love you too.”
“That’s even worse!” You sob.
“Quit grieving!” He says sharply, though there’s his usual carefree and playful lilt in his tone. “I’ve barely even processed what you’ve said! You and I are very much alive, so let’s keep whatever it is you want us to be alive.”
Leave it to Makki, always surprisingly reasonable, perhaps a little dumb or just willfully ignorant of destiny. It makes you envious.
“Okay,” you sniffle.
He slides his hand down over your wrist and flips his fingers over beneath your palm bringing your knuckles to his lips - not really a kiss, just a gentle brush of skin on skin. You try not to think of the things you’re bound to face, it’s none of your business anyway, but damn does he make it hard. The tears can’t stop, though there’s a lighter feeling in your chest. Even if you are dead, it’s worth it to be with him like this.
“Stop looking at me like that! I swear, you’re in for it when we get back to my place. Gonna having you crying for other reasons,” he grumbles with pink cheeks and a huff.
“Hiro!”
“Listen, I don’t know how to comfort you,” he says and you manage a laugh because it’s true. “But if I can make you not sad by making you feel good-”
“And you really think you can do that?” You tease as if you aren’t struggling to keep your nose from running.
He doesn’t say anything back, opting to let go of your hand to unbuckle his seatbelt and lean over the console to click the release button on yours. It’s slow to retract, but you slip out of it to let his hands find your waist and beckon you to crawl over the cupholders and into in his lap. You giggle to yourself as you awkwardly settle into a somewhat comfortable position with your knees hugging his hips.
Seeing him and feeling him like this so is different. You can really see the varied shades of forest-y browns threaded in his eyes, and some less obvious freckles that pepper across the bridge of his nose. His hands are warm, and large, and talkative as they smooth up your back. Something anxious and excited dances around you heart. There’s no memories of this to fuel the rueful nostalgia from before. You’re not prepared for the galvanic rush beneath your skin when he pulls you down for your lips to meet his. It’s all new, and you feel alive.
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hanamaki takahiro x f!reader, alcohol, weed, driving under the influence, creepy dudes, fake dating trope, i promise this isn’t good im just rambling
Good fucking god, the man infront of you is insufferably relentless. What’s your name? Are you here alone? Do you have a boyfriend? Can I have your number? Where do you work? Let me buy you a drink inside.
You’re in no mood. You had stepped outside of the bar to get away from the crowd, not for some creep to immediately hop into your space and gradually make you more uncomfortable with an onslaught of intrusive questions. You turn your head to avoid looking at him, though it’s perfect timing because you catch your friend coming out the entry.
Makki, help me, you mouth at him with big pleading eyes. He knows exactly what to do.
“Babe! There you are! I was looking for you,” he says as he strides over to you and slips his arm around your waist. You relax, feeling safe now that he’s by your side.
“Just wanted some air. Sorry, babe,” you sigh and tilt your head to rest on his shoulder. It’s all too natural, most likely because this isn’t the first, second, or even third time that Makki’s come to your rescue as your fake boyfriend. You’ve always been acutely aware of people’s predatory vibes towards you - men and women alike who’ve come on too strong for your comfort. Thankfully, Makki’s learned over time to keep an eye on you.
The annoying guy who had been hitting on you glares at both of you now, almost as if he’s trying to detect your bullshit, but quickly replaces the expression with a slimy smile.
“Enjoy your night! Keep an eye on her - I almost snatched her up.”
You shiver and hold back a gag when he walks away. A deep breath huffs from your nose as you thank your friend for the service.
“Are you okay? How long was he bothering you? You should at least tell one of us if you’re going to go off on your own,” Makki lectures with a serious look on his face and releases his hold on you. Something in you wishes he would’ve held on just a little longer.
“I’m okay. He was just being way too forward,” you tell him and straighten yourself back up.
“What a douche. You good to go back in?” He asks, face relaxing after hearing that you’re okay.
You nod.
“Cool. Oikawa said he’s gonna buy us all shots. Stick close to me, okay? Let me know if you see that guy lurking around. I’m not afraid to have a word with him.”
You smile and follow him closely as you make your way back into the bar. He always makes you feel safe.
-
It’s another night at the downtown bar strip. An indie band played a street concert and you’re riding high from being so close to the stage and singing and jumping along with your friends. Your cheeks are warm from a few beers and the exciting atmosphere the band had created.
“Shit.”
The crowd thins when the show ends, and suddenly Makki is by your side gripping your hand. You look up at him, heart skipping around at feeling his hand in yours.
“Makki, what are you-?”
“Stay by me,” he says as he squeezes your hand tighter, though his attention is focused on something in the near distance. You look as well, and you soon realize what has him so tense.
It’s his ex.
Things had ended on a weird note with them, and Makki had been a bit hung-up on it, though you low-key always thought that he could do better. You see the hint of forlorn feelings in his face, and you realize that it’s your turn to rescue him. You feel a little perturbed for being used more as a jealousy tactic, but it doesn’t stop you from squeezing his hand back. You’re quick to draw his focus away, swooping infront of him and reaching out to touch his face with your other hand.
“Hiro, look at me.”
You don’t know if his ex is looking. You don’t really care. He shifts his eyes to yours, something flickering behind them when you say his name.
“You’re here with me and our friends tonight, and we’re gonna have fun,” you say with a grin.
It takes him a moment to respond. You can almost see his brain working something out, though you’re not quite sure what that is. He blinks at you a few times before he matches your smile.
“Okay, you’re right,” he gives in, letting his shoulders relax.
Your heart swells with joy when he doesn’t even spare another glace away from your face. Your smile grows and you tug at his hand to get him to follow you to the bar you agreed to meet everyone else at.
“You can hold my hand as long as you want. I’ll be your cock block tonight,” you tease, though really, you wouldn’t mind if he held on all night. You owe him at least one night of fake partnership.
He immediately lets go of your hand, a pink tinge seeping into his freckled cheeks.
“Thanks. I think I’ll be okay. I won’t kill your game,” he says and pushes you forward between the shoulder blades playfully.
You make a snarky comment back that you could still pull your fair share even with him hanging all over you. A little voice in the back of your mind wants you to try - a whole night of pretending to be together rather than just a moment, like a trial just to see how it fits.
-
“Why don’t you just date her for real?” Iwaizumi asks in earnest. He’s not stupid, and can see just as clearly as everyone else that you and Makki something going on, even if it is momentary and pretend.
“Nah man, she’s my friend. She’s friends with all of us. You’d do the same for her, and she’d do the same for you,” Makki reasons, seemingly more preoccupied with rolling the next blunt for the circle.
“But it’s always the two of you,” Mattsun says without hesitation, quirking a thick brow at his friend.
“Just friends, I’m telling you. She doesn’t care. You’re the ones reading into this way more than either of us are.”
And to prove it to them, he tells you of the conversation when you join them later.
“Stupid, right?” Makki laughs as you draw in your second puff.
It doesn’t hurt, but something seems off. You’re not surprised that the conversation happened, though you pretend to choke on your hit as if you’ve been caught off guard. You shoot glares over to the other boys, who dart their eyes away sheepishly.
“For real dudes? I thought it was pretty clear that Makki and I are friends,” you say innocently, more so to convince yourself than the others. You two are friends. Friendly friends. The friendliest of friends.
They seem to buy it as well as you pass on the blunt of your pregame ritual. It’s obviously something neither of you want to address. Soon enough you’re all laughing at Oikawa as he ungracefully spits out some Scooby snacks and the topic is long forgotten.
When nothing but the roach is left, you fix your lipstick in your pocket mirror and make sure your eyes aren’t too red. The plan is to hit the bars again tonight, and you tell yourself that there’s always the sad, off chance that you’ll meet the love of your life in a grungy, sticky room of alcohol and hormones.
“Does my face look okay?” You turn and ask Makki for reassurance.
“Hmm? Yeah, looks fine I guess.”
Good enough. You can tell he’s already more than a little foggy by the way he barely raises his short brows. In a matter of minutes, you’re out the door and crammed into the back middle seat of Mattsun’s car between Oikawa and Makki. Both of their legs are pressed up against yours, but for some reason, you’re only aware of Makki’s hand resting on his knee and that the tip of his pinky is touching your thigh that doesn’t move for the whole ride.
Despite Mattsun being more than a blunt and a shotgunned beer in, and with Iwa’s questionable workout dubstep playlist shaking every car he pulled up next to, he gets you all downtown safely. You decide to go to the bar with a built-in pizza window for when the inevitable munchies hit you all, but for now, the guys use your feminine status as a means to work your way into a spot at the bar.
You hop up on a barstool and patiently wait while the guys get their orders in. It’s a Friday night, so it’s quite packed with a mix of college students and townies. You scan the crowd, looking to see if there’s anyone who could catch your eye. There is. And your entire body goes cold when you make eye contact.
“Makki,” you tug on his sleeve to get his attention, but he’s too focused on paying his tab.
It’s the guy who was bothering you a few weeks ago. He spotted you from across the crowd and didn’t seem to catch the hint of you immediately looking away. Your eyes dart back over and you see him pushing his way through the people to get to you.
“Makki, hey,” you whine, panic taking hold in your chest, but the loud music of the bar drowns out your plea.
The man is locked on you. He’s either ignorant to the fear and repulsion in your expression, or he likes it. You feel sick and nervous, not wanting to give him the pleasure of any kind of exchange with you. He’s getting closer and closer, until Makki finally turns to you, holding two drinks in his hand and handing one to you.
“Here, I got you-”
You ignore the glass being offered to you, reaching up to grab the back of his neck, fingers brushing against the short pink hairs and pull his face down to meet your lips. You close your eyes and hold the kiss, even daring to gently move your lips against his for the sake of it looking convincing to those watching. You can tell you caught him by surprise, but you swear you can feel him start to kiss you back just as you pop open one eye to check your surroundings.
“Oh thank God, he left,” you say with a relieved sigh when you pull back.
Makki looks at you, mouth just a little bit agape and face unreadable as you trace your thumb around the outline of your lips.
“Sorry about that,” you chirp in nonchalance. Surely he understands why you did it.
“Does my lipstick look okay?” You ask, leaning in closer so he can get a better look. His eyes fall down to your mouth, though he seems stiff and a little frozen.
“Y-Yeah. You look- Your lips… your lips look…” he rambles as he fights a goofy smile that’s twitching at the corner of his mouth. You laugh a little at the effect it had on him, but he said it himself: you’re friends.
“Oh? Is this for me? Thanks!” You beam as you take one of the drinks in his hand and stir it up before taking a sip.
You think nothing of the kiss, but when you peer up at him over the rim of your glass, you can’t help but to feel a little bad when you notice that he’s still staring at you.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
He lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head to bring himself back from wherever his mind wandered off to.
“Yeah,” he responds. “I’m fine.”
Nothing else out of the ordinary happens that night. You end up getting so drunk that you don’t even remember the quick little kiss. But Makki remembers. It’s the moment he realized he doesn’t want to pretend anymore.
