It was far too easy to flirt with Tetsurō, the banter just seemed to flow between you two. Even in a room that wasn’t your own and with paranoia lingering constantly in the back of your mind, it was so easy to get lost in him.
It was way too early to be up and texting, but the last thing you wanted to do was end the conversation where it was. It was new and felt like a breath of fresh air.
Except for when he managed to steal your breath away and replace it with butterflies, which tended to happen more often than not.
From cheesy pick up lines to genuinely sweet comments, he was easily sweeping you off your feet and you couldn’t find it in yourself to resist his magnetic pull. He felt… safe.
When a text came through saying ‘can I call you?’ you were quickly, almost embarrassingly so, scrambling to grab your earbuds before calling him yourself.
“Well, that was quicker than I expected, kitten~ excited to talk to me?” His quiet voice echoed in your ear, causing your cheeks to warm up at his perception. “Okay, and what if I was?” You smirked.
Tetsurō’s chuckle sounded unbothered, much to your chagrin, but you weren’t overly surprised by it. “Oh? So, what would you say if I was just… five minutes away. Hypothetically, of course?”
You blinked, not expecting such a seemingly non-hypothetical question. “You’re not… you’re at my house. Aren’t you.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement and you could practically hear his smug smirk over the phone before he laughed.
“Maybe~ I heard there was a fox park nearby and thought it might be fun to get you out of the house! If you’re up to it, of course! We don’t have to, we could just text-“
You sniffled a bit, too touched to be embarrassed. “You really drove five hours at the ass crack of dawn to take me to a park?”
He clicked his tongue and you could just imagine him wagging his finger. “Not just a park! A foxpark, and really, I don’t mind driving across all of Japan to see you, morning or night.”
After changing, packing a small bag, and giving Hajime a quick rundown of your plans (he wasn’t thrilled about being woken up, but he was happy that you were happy) you stepped out of the door, beyond excited to see Tetsurō.
The second you opened his car door, his wide grin was greeting you. “Good morning, (Y/N/N), thanks for joining me so spontaneously.”
You scoffed, beaming, as you squeezed his hand. “I should be thanking youforevenplanning all of this! I mean seriously, thank you so much, Tetsu.”
He started the car, a lopsided grin on his face. “You can’t thank me yet, you haven’t even heard the whole plan yet!”
Your eyes widened, yet again surprised by his dedication to today’s upcoming activities. “What else could there be?” You questioned, fiddling with his aux cord.
“Well,Zaō Fox Village is about two hours away and opens at nine, and since it’s only about 6:30, I figured we’d stop for breakfast! There’s a fancy little joint about an hour away, what do you say?”
He hardly needed a response past your ecstatic expression, but you still couldn’t help but voice agreement. His laugh, as crazy as it was, was quickly becoming a sound you never wanted to stop hearing.
And luckily for you, he found what you’d said particularly hilarious. As he drove off, beginning your adventure, you realized that you felt completely at ease. Your playlist drifting through the car, the beautiful sunset, and Tetsu’s company… it was all things you wanted to experience as often as possible.
“So how was it? Scale of one to ten?” You glanced over at Tetsurō, a permanent smile adorning your face. “The food? Ten. Foxes? Ten. The company? Mmm… I’d say… a hundred.”
The ravenette laughed, but you could see the pink tint lightly coloring his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad I could cheer you up. Now, I have one more surprise for you. Close your eyes, yeah?”
A confused smile spread across your face, but you obeyed, nonetheless. “What is-“ Before you could finish your sentence, warm lips were covering yours.
You jumped a bit in surprise, but a hand on the side of your neck grounded you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Kissing him was… everything you had, and hadn’t, imagined. His lips tasted of caramel and your senses were overwhelmed with him, but at the moment, there was nothing more that you could want.
Even on the way to report a stalker to the police, Tetsurō could still make you smile. Still, once Tōru had pulled into the lot, your mood inside darkened.
“Ready?” He murmured, sympathetically. You nodded quietly and grabbed the small box of evidence, that being the package, letter, and picture. You just hoped it was enough. “As I’ll ever be,” You muttered.
The police station, although well lit and organized, still gave you an uneasy feeling, despite your attempts to shake it off.
Tōru, who seemed to share your unsettled feelings, guided you towards the front desk with a hand on your back. As you stepped up to the front desk, a blank faced man glanced up at you for a moment before looking back at his things.
“How can I help you?” He asked, clearly bored. You inhaled to calm your nerves before setting the box on the desk. “I’d like to make a report… I’m being stalked.” You saw his eyebrow raise as his gaze flickered to the box.
“And you’re sure?” Put off by his tone, you nodded earnestly. “I am. And I want to make a report.” He sighed, almost as if you were inconveniencing him.
“Name?” You frowned at his tone. “(Y/L/N) (Y/N). Inside the box-“
“Hold on, ma’am, I didn’t ask all that,” He interrupted, clicking his tongue. Stunned, you fell silent, but Tōru clearly wasn’t having it.
“Sir, she’s trying to make a report, so if you would just listen-“ The officer glared, not impressed. “No, you listen. We will get to this ‘stalker’ when we have a chance, but Miyagi is a large prefecture with a lot of crime. I assure you that you’re not in danger, so please calm down.”
Tears of frustration stung your eyes, but you weren’t done yet. “How can you be sure?! You haven’t even looked inside the box! What if he tries something? What, are you only going to believe me then?!”
The officer just handed you a paper, looking positively finished with the conversation. “Ma’am, please, you’re being hysterical. It’s not a matter of believing you or not, it’s a matter of priority. Now, if you could go fill that over there, please, there’s a line you’re holding up.”
You were floored completely. Your hands trembled, threatening to let the paper flutter to the floor. You truly couldn’t believe it. Silent, you walked over to the waiting area, no longer having any words left you in you.
“What is wrong with y-?!” You stopped the peeved brunette in his tracks with a pull to his sleeve. When his eyes landed on you, you simply shook your head, not wanting to escalate the matter further.
You waited until closing the car door to let loose, the day’s heartache leaving you in sobs that seemed to shake your entire being. The feeling of helplessness was just too overwhelming to keep in.
iwaizumi hajime has hated you, his assistant athletic trainer, since he knew you in high school. you on the other hand have bothered him for fun for as long as you knew him, not realizing your romantic feelings for him had manifested in that way. what happens when you two blockheads finally come to terms with how you feel?
a/n:written content for this one!! also yes i’m reposting bc i fucked up the tags and tumblr wouldn’t let me edit
“y/n relax! it’s ok!” bokuto turns you so your facing him, a hand on each shoulder. the rest of the team has just barely made it into practice, so the only other people there are atsumu, yaku, iwaizumi, and sakusa. he can see your hand trembling with anxiety, and his kind eyes and reassuring words just barely reach your ears.
“i am calm!” you shoot a nervous smile towards him before turning back to filling up the water bottles with shaky hands. you hear bokuto sigh behind you before turning towards the rest of his teammates as they steadily flow into the gym.
CONTENTS: profanity, alcohol, mild violence, one (1) embarrassingly lame joke
NOTES: everyone shut up i just love writing cliché, dramatic kdrama bullshit ok… please don’t yell at me if it’s not what you expected</3 also happy belated birthday to my wonderful anon :’) i hope you like this chapter dear, and thanks for always being so kind to me (and for sticking around since the very beginning!!) ♡
also fun fact (actually rly rly sad fact) — i ended up taking out the extra scene that i meant to write LMFAO. feeling rly eh about this but we’re rollin widdit it’s fine
Your photo remains plastered across Iwaizumi’s phone screen as his head spins, a multitude of emotions surging through him. A mixture of panic and anger swells in his chest while he considers his options, though limited.
The natural response would be to call or text the number back, but it’s been blocked, so Iwaizumi can only be on the receiving end.
Shit.
This is a blatant threat, the hostility of the message thinly veiled with “polite words” practically dripping through the device.
But what he can’t figure out is why.
Iwaizumi’s phone vibrates once more in his hand, the notification banner at the top of his screen indicating that he has a new message. He clenches his jaw and, seeing that it’s from the same sender, exits the picture of you to read it.
[00:00] Unknown: You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your pretty girlfriend, would you? (Attachment: 1 Image)
Iwaizumi’s grip tightens, his knuckles paling in the cold, evening air. To his dread, though as expected, it’s another picture of you.
iwaizumi hajime has hated you, his assistant athletic trainer, since he knew you in high school. you on the other hand have bothered him for fun for as long as you knew him, not realizing your romantic feelings for him had manifested in that way. what happens when you two blockheads finally come to terms with how you feel?
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