As soon as they got to the gym where Seijoh was still facing Date Tech, Y/n started to have a lot of thoughts. They were two very strong teams and whoever won would have given Karasuno a run for their money.
Y/n watched the two teams attack and defend themselves while her right leg plotted quickly from nervousness. Sugawara, noticing the girl’s nervousness, took her hand and sqeezed slightly.
“exited to see your boyfriend play?” he winked at her, trying to cheer her up, in his own way of course.
Y/n took a short look at him and then returned to watch the game. “I’ll kill you.” she said dry, trying to hide a little smile and the slight redness on her cheeks.
She watched the field carefully and, without realizing it, her gaze fell on Seijoh’s ace who, as every time, was giving his all. Y/n couldn’t hide the adoration she felt for that boy, he was an exceptional ace whi was going to give everyone in the field a run for their money.
“come on boys” she muttered unconsciously, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
Although those three words were murmured, they came to Suga’s ears who smiled at himself. That girl was really in love but too naive to know.
Ready to hit, Iwaizumi lifted his eyes for a few seconds, before seeing a highly familiar head of hair. A small smile appeared on his face and when their looks crossed, he nodded a little before beating and making a direct ACE.
Y/n smiled unconsciously holding Suga’s hand.
“Y/nie, he dedicated it to you!” exclamed Nishinoya leaning on the shoulder of his friend attracting the attention of a couple of people, including Karasuno players.
“Noya I’ll kill you, STOP IT!” cried the girl embarrassed and frustrated pulling an Libero’s ear making him laugh.
“NISHINOYA STOP BOTHERING Y/N!”
On hearing Daichi’s voice, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, byt when she turned to thank him she blushed to the capitan’s smug grin.
“Stop it, her boyfriend might get jealous.” He then added Tanaka with a sneer as he watched his best friend slowly sink into the chair.
as soon as Aoba Joshai made the final point of the game against Date Tech, Y/n released Suga’s hand, which she had held throughout the game, and released a sigh of relief. To say that she was happy with Seijoh’s victory was to say little, but at the same time she was also worried.
During the minutes of rest they had allowed Aoba Joshai to rest before the game against Karasuno, Y/n decided to go to the bathroom to rinse her face a bit and calm her nerves.
She was so mind-boggling, she didn’t realize the person who turned the corner and slammed into her.
“Oh sorry I didn’t mean… Iwaizumi?”
the girl’s voice was reduced to a whisper when she pronounced the name of the dark-haired man who looked at her equally surprised but with a small smile on his face.
“Apparently we always have to face each other like thus during matches” he joked trying to break the awkward moment, succeeding.
“Will you tell me again that I am too loud and a crybaby?” joked the girl crossing her arms to her chest with a little laugh that made him smile even more.
Iwaizumi responded in a way that caught the smallest girl unawares.
“Actually, I thought I’d invite you on a date at the end of qualifying.”
Y/n stood still before him with her eyes wide open and a slight redness on her cheeks as she tried to assimilate the words of the ace and to formulate a sentence of complete meaning, failing.
Iwaizumi, having to return to the gym for the warm-up, was the first ti break the silence.
“then I’ll see you after qualifying.”
and with some determined but slow movements, almost as if he was afraid to break her, Iwaizumi approached her leaving a kiss on the cheek and then he walked away towards the gym while Y/n was there, still and with a smile on her face and her heart racing.
The world seemed to stop as soon as the ball hit the ground, in the field of Aoba Joshai, giving the last point to the Karasuno who incredulous were shaken by the whistle of the referee before cheering as loud as they could.
On the other hand, in the fans of Karasuno, while big sister Saeko embraced bit Yachi and Y/n, sweet tears filled the eyes of the latter, happiness mixed with sadness and other thousand emotions all together.
She was so proud of her boys and the fact that they finally has their revenge, but at the same time her heart was broken when she saw Iwaizumi, on the other side of the field, with his head down.
Her body reacted before she could even assess the options or reactions of the people around her.
She ran down the stairs, as if her life depended on that race, she did not think abkut what she would do when she arrived in the field, Y/n had no idea what she was doing or at least until her (color eyes) eyes crossed the green ones of the boy.
In two seconds she found herself in his arms, her face in the hollow of his neck and hus forhead against her shoulder. She knew hiw difficult it was, he remembers Asahi’s empty gaze and his trembling voice when she called him that night.
“You must not doubt even a second of your abilities, you’re an exceptional ace and your teammates know it. So don’t dwell on it too much, okay?”
Iwaizumi shook his head and tightened the girl’s T-shirt, bringing her even more close to him if possible.
“I want to stay like this forever” whispered the boy, his voice muffled by Y/n’s hair but clear enough to make her blush and hide her face even more in his chest. So focused on calming her heartbeat that she didn’t realize the little kiss that Iwaizumi left on her temple.
They loosened the hug slowly, and upon seeing hus red eyes, Y/n couldn’t help but caress his cheek to remove one last tear and smile at him.
“Thank you so much… for everything” thanked the ace repeating the same action of the girl just before, picking up a small tear and making her blush slightly.
“I think it’s time to go… your team will be waiting for you” whispered the girl slightly away to give him space.
“Yeah, even your team will be waiting for you to celebrate. Don’t keep them waiting.” He responded smiling and striking her hand with his thumb.
Y/n smiled, nodding “making them wait was worth it, there was someone who needed a hug more” replied, swinging their still-woven hands.
“I’ll contact you as soon as I get home” Iwaizumi greeted her by holding her hand tightly and smiling at her, then moving away towards the exit.
Y/n reviewed all the choices made in her life as soon as she turned around and saw the looks her friends were gaving her.
“shut up and let me hug you idiots” she muttered red in the face as she approached them for a huge group hug.
a/n: a lot of written parts… I’m sorry guys I really let myself go wild with this, you can tell it’s one of my favourite :3 let me know what do you think, have a nice day <3
i mean, i thought it was going to be obvious. i did break the fourth wall a few chapters ago, after all.
you did notice, right?
(tsukishima did too kinda, but like—i’m better, obviously.)
why am i here, you may ask?
both she and i agreed that you guys have had your fill of cliffhangers, and she asked me to set the record straight for you guys!
with minimum spoilers, obviously.
so,rumor has it. pretty wild ride, huh?
i always knew seijoh was up to something, but damn, iwaizumi was really a douche, wasn’t he? still kinda upset we weren’t allowed to fight him, ngl.
but besides the point! kiro left you, in the finale, at another cliff hanger. ANOTHER ONE.
i scolded her but she likes to be dramatic, so there was no stopping her.
what a sadist.
—is what i WOULD say if this final cliff hanger didn’t have any meaning to it!
very up in the air for rhi readers! will you accept iwaizumi’s apology? will you two be destined to meet again and try again in timeskip? or have your paths finished crossing, and it’s finally time to move on?
ahhhh i love being dramatic.
i gotta say, honestly—that last part left me kinda emotional.
BUT I DIDN’T CRY! no. i would never.
but in that final part where he reached out and asked for forgiveness and a second chance when your paths cross again … SHEEEEEEEESH i felt that in bones. manly moment.
in the end, you were left with two final choices. after much debate and thought, kiro came up with two official endings:
thetrueending, and the secret-but-not-really-secretending.
secret ending sounds cool, but it’s really not a secret, since they’re quite literally being posted at the same time. but she had no other name for it, so secret ending will have to do.
let me break these endings down for you, without spoiling too much! i think kiro would throw me into a dumpster if i happened to spoil too much.
so, the true ending.
well, you forgive him.
yeah, that’s pretty much the extent to what i’m allowed to say.
she calls it the “true” ending because the smau is an iwaizumi x f!reader series, so she thought it would be a little awkward to end the series with you and him not ending up together.
and yes, this is the true ending. now don’t be calling y/n a loser or stupid for forgiving him, she was a girlboss all series long.
the secret ending was made because kiro understands that for many, any kind of infidelity—physical or emotional—is something they would never forgive. she herself would probably never forgive iwaizumi either, honestly.
so, if it wasn’t obvious already, the secret ending will follow an epilogue where you, in fact, do not forgive him. you kick him to the curb, and continue on with your life. this is where your and his story ends.
but yeah, that sums it up! both epilogues will start out the same, but you’ll be able to read for yourself when they start branching off to their respective endings. it’s pretty cool, i must say.
she’ll have them both posted soon!
with the endings posted, rumor has it will finally have come to an end.
oh, and she’s gonna be posting a Q&A after all is said and done, for anything that still hasn’t been answered or just in general. now that the series will be over, there’s no reason for her to remain mysterious.
isn’t she the sweetest?
please put in a good word for me and tell her i didn’t slack off in being a fourth-wall-breaker MC.
i think i’ve said all that i’ve been instructed to say, so i’ll leave you with this final thing.
it was awesome to speak with you! on behalf of kiro, thank you for sticking through rumor has it, amidst her spontaneous and intermittent scheduling! she really hopes you enjoyed the series.
and with that, concludes my job here as an MC. i did pretty good, if i do say so myself. noya, out!
oh and another thing before i wrap things up completely—expect something related to saudade soon. ;)
wait fuck i don’t think i was allowed to say that
LOL YOLO OKAY BYE
so, with that said,
what ending is right for you, y/n?
will you forgive hajime iwaizumi?
or will your future not be foreseen with him by your side?
the choice is yours.
so, choose wisely.
LOL JK, both endings will be posted so when the time comes you can just choose which ending to read whenever you want.
✧ ｡ synopsis : though hajime has reassured you time and time again that you two attending different schools would be plenty manageable in your guys’ relationship, your imagination is left to wander when he slowly begins to ghost you.
જ — a/n : i think it’s very characteristic of me to post the finale off schedule but after a long ride, we’ve reached the end… or have we?
the only reason why you wanted first say in what you two were going to be discussing was solely because you didn’t trust the determination written clear on his face. it held you a bit on edge, yet he showed no reaction to your uneasiness. maybe he was expecting this, but it was all the more reason why you needed to get what you wanted to say in first.
unfortunately, you didn’t have much in mind you wanted to say. either way, you were at a loss. “i don’t know if i’ve put into words just how confused you’ve made me since… all of this started,” you began, taking it slow for your own sake—some extra time for thoughts to process. hajime kept his mouth sealed shut, but by the looks of his shaky hands folded together in front of him on the table, he still had jittery nerves. that gave you some relief. you needed at least some control in this situation.
“i would’ve never thought of me moving schools as anything long distance. we’re literally in the same prefecture. you drove me to karasuno everyday! i could easily see you every weekend, and you know i’d always be happy to cancel other events to be with you. you’ve been the one for me for as long as i can remember. i don’t know why that changed.” once the ball started rolling, you needed to be honest with yourself, and with him. this conversation should’ve happened long ago—at least it’s better than never. you felt strangely brave in that moment, being able to open up about everything you had been thinking about. even if you hadn’t prepared everything properly, at least you had enough in you to give him a piece of your mind.
“i understand that me switching schools for our last year may have been hard on you,” you continued, keeping your eyes firmly glued to his. “i missed seeing you everyday. i was also guilty of missing being able to see your face at any given moment. but at least i knew that if i missed you, all i had to do was take out my phone and send a text, or even call. i’d be able to hear from you, just like that. i’d be able to tell you that i miss you, and we’d go out together until the evening. we could do that as many times as you needed, hajime. i wanted to be able to see you everyday. we could’ve made that happen, and you know that just as well as i do.”
“i know that now,” you heard him murmur under his breath, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “i came to that understanding too late.”
“i wouldn’t have even cared about your so-called family friend of yours.” that wasn’t completely true—you’d still make sure that nothing would happen between the two, but of course you would never restrict him from seeing people. but now that you knew just how vile someone could be, you had every right to be even more on edge. “all you had to do was talk to me, hajime. communicate. the same thing we’ve done for countless years, even before we started going out. all i wanted was for you to trust me. tell me that you’re worried, concerned about us. tell me how you’re feeling. i don’t care if you seem overly clingy or possessive or whatever bullshit excuse you want to spew. you’re not perfect. i know that, because i’m not perfect either.”
you caught yourself beginning to raise your voice. heads began to turn, causing you to pause for a moment. iwaizumi sat with shock in his features, both impressed and fearful of all you’ve said so far. whatever thoughts were running through his brain, he’d have to wait his turn to dish out everything he wanted you to know. this was your moment. you deserved this, more than anyone.
“you’re not perfect,” you repeated, “and neither am i. you always remind me that even with my imperfections, i was worthy of love. your love. but you never let me say that it goes the same way for you, too.”
“y/n…” he started off with your name, but you held up a hand to interrupt.
“but this goes beyond imperfections,” you continued, getting past your first round of thoughts. “this goes beyond mistakes, beyond little quirks that i could easily skim over. you went behind my back because of your insecurities, and regardless if you understood what you were doing or not, you began pursuing someone who wasn’t me. i don’t know if you’d consider it cheating, but you betrayed my trust. you lied to me, hajime. who knows what would’ve happened if i never ended up finding out the way i did? would i be sitting here having this conversation with you right now? maybe i’d be sitting at home, crying into my pillow that i never knew how you were feeling because you never tried reaching out to me.”
“i never realized just how much…” iwaizumi spoke up softly, his lips pressed together in between phrasing. “i didn’t know that this affected you so much. i’m really, truly sorry. i don’t know how many times i have to say it, but i’ll say and do anything to prove it.”
“that’s not the point, hajime. that’s not my point at all.” you snapped at him, causing him to stop anything else he was going to say next. “i know you’re sorry, you don’t have to spell it out for me. you proved that to me the last time we spoke like this. i’ve known you long enough to figure out when you’re honest and when you’re not.”
“then what is the—”
“my point is that your actions now reflect our outcome in the future.” after weeks of beating around the bush, this was it. this had to be it. this is what you needed to tell him. “this is small scale, hajime. nothing about this is long distance. so what would happen if we actually tried? you’re going abroad, i know you’ve had your eyes set on america. i’d never stop you, but what’s going to happen then? to us? could we really handle distance on an international scale? international. it won’t be just not seeing each other outside of school hours. we won’t be able to see each other, ever.”
“i know.” he nodded. “i’ve thought about it, a lot.”
“it’s going to take more than just thinking about it to actually do something about it,” you retorted. “i want to believe that we’d do okay, but as far as things turned out, obviously i was wrong. more than wrong.”
“do you know where we stand, then?” iwaizumi stared at you long and hard, his eyes holding no malice yet steeled, searching in yours for answers. “how do you feel about us?”
simple words, yet you paused. any rhythm you had dissipated into thin air, now that he was backing you into a corner about the one thing you were supposed to be thinking about since taking time away from reaching out to one another. any conclusion you could’ve reached was much harder than you anticipated. to drop your first love would be putting yourself first, and would certainly be the right thing to do, would it not?
would it really be that easy to never see hajime again? to drop everything you two had?
“i don’t know.” your eyes drifted to the floor below your booth, twiddling your fingers in between your lap. “i don’t know, i want to make the right decision and not regret it. but i’ll end up having regrets either way.”
"y/n, please look at me.” his voice was tender, and you listened to him. hajime looked at you with a smile, but you saw the sadness pooling within the emeralds of his eyes. “for your sake, make the right decision. you know what it is. if you can’t make that decision, i think it’s best if i make that decision for you.”
your heart dropped to your stomach. what?
“hajime,” you breathed, sitting up straighter. you felt chills run down your spine as he, too, sat up straighter—as if preparing himself. “what are you—”
“while you did some reflecting,” he began, “i, too, was doing some thinking about myself, and how i could provide in our relationship. but clearly, i haven’t been doing anything for our relationship. quite the opposite.”
you couldn’t process what he was trying to say. he had taken over the spotlight. “i didn’t know i’d react so badly to you not being with me,” he continued, watching your panicked silence, “and acted immaturely. it was a moment of weakness i could’ve easily talked to you about, but i thought that i’d be selfish by adding more to your plate by pushing my problem onto you. that was wrong of me, and i know that now. i always tell you to put your problems on me when you need someone to lean on, yet i always forget that it should be a two way street.”
“where are you… where are you going with this?”
this wasn’t what you had in mind at all. watching hajime iwaizumi understand the full weight of his actions, and forcibly trying to make things right by…
no. he’s not really going to…?
“i didn’t want to come to this decision. i knew that i would get hurt, and you as well. i really, really didn’t want to do this.” he pressed his lips together, swallowing a nervous lump in your throat. you felt your stomach arise angrily like crashing waves, feeling queasy and sick to the gut. “but after talking to someone about this, i realized that even if i made up with you—and by some miracle, have a second chance—i don’t know how i’d be able to handle being in a different country, time zone, environment.”
talking to someone. a realization popped into your head.
“suga,” you whispered. “you talked to him?”
hajime’s eyes widened slightly, before slowly nodding his head. “i did.”
“what did he say?”
“things that should’ve been common sense.” he paused momentarily. “if i asked for a second chance now, i know i’d end up blowing it in a matter of a few months. i originally wanted to ask for a second chance, but after reaching out to him and doing some more thinking, i realized that asking for a second chance now would not benefit either of us. you especially.”
the more you listened to him speak, the more you felt like crawling out of your skin. it was an out of body experience—something you wanted to run away from. “hajime, i don’t know what you’re trying to say.”
“yes you do, y/n. i know you better than that.”
“please,” you then pleaded, your eyes in a frenzy and your breath panicky. “please tell me what you’re trying to say.”
there sat your boyfriend, his eyes watery and his hands clenched tightly into fists as to not cause a scene. he was right—you saw this coming. even from miles away, you knew it was over.
“i don’t deserve a second chance,” he mumbled, any energy devoid from his body. “i don’t deserve you, not with how i’ve been acting since you’ve switched schools. i’m not ready for a long distance relationship, and i’d hurt you. since the beginning, that’s the last thing i ever want to do, but all i’ve done since this year started is hurt you, even if it was never my intention.”
the words echoed. ringing in your ears like a blow horn. whatever nightmare this was, you wanted out. but no matter how hard you could pinch yourself, you wouldn’t wake up from reality.
“this means… we’re really breaking up for good, aren’t we?”
now that you said it, it was like it had been manifested into reality. neither of you liked the sound of it—with all the time you spent together, even when you two were just friends, it was always you two against the world. the natural click you and hajime bonded over was something soulmates wished they had. the two young children who could spend hours alone and talk about every corner of the world would’ve never been able to guess a simple school change would be the end of something beautiful.
“i believe that time away from each other would be best,” he responded after a moment’s hesitation. “for both of us.”
you really didn’t know how to properly react. truthfully, you would’ve been able to react better to him begging for a second chance—not him pursuing a break up. you should’ve been on board with this.
thiswas the conclusion you were thinking of, weren’t you?
was there a part of you that would’ve overruled your better judgement and taken him back?
“i really wish it didn’t have to be this way,” you admitted, feeling your stomach churn in storms. you really didn’t—he hurt you, but he never had ill intentions. it was a series of unfortunate events that occurred one after the other. you cursed the universe for putting you in such a predicament.
“i have one more thing to say,” he added, watching as you hesitated on standing up. “and i want you to answer truthfully. please.”
what else was there to say? everything was already said and done. one more minute spent here and you’d probably break down—something you really weren’t in the mood to do.
“hajime, i don’t know what else—”
“you never let me answer your question,” he intercepted, carefully reaching a hand out to stop you from leaving. “i want to follow up on that.”
one last thing, you thought to yourself. at this point, you’d had enough. you glanced at tooru out the window, who had his back against the two of you. you envisioned yourself sprinting out the door and into his arms, wanting nothing more than to just escape. leave.
“one last thing, hajime.” the pain in your voice was clear. “then i think it’s best to go our separate ways.”
“you asked if we were breaking up for good,” he then responded. “and i only responded with that it would be best for us to spend time away from each other. for each of our sakes.”
“you did.” that was obvious enough. “i don’t know where you’re going with this.”
he reached out his hand on the table, palm facing upwards. an invitation for you to place your hand in his. your heart lurched out of your chest.
“i love you, y/n. i really do.” you looked into his eyes and felt your stomach flutter. you knew hajime, and that all-knowing look in his eyes—he meant every word. “i will work to better myself. i swear it. you may not believe me now, but i’ll live up to that promise—not just for your sake, but for myself as well.”
a dramatic confession. what a way to get the waterworks going. and as you lifted a hand to your eye, you noticed it was working.
“in the near distant future, if we happen to cross paths again one day—i want to know, truthfully—” you held your breath, and he spoke his next few words with a puffed chest.
You’ve felt the pair of eyes on you for a while now. A girl, not much younger than you, keeps glancing your way as she peruses the rows of books. You can see the shyness in her expression when she does her best to subtly move closer to you, putting on her best act at reading the titles as her fingertips run over the book spines.
“Um,” she stutters, not daring to make eye contact with you when you turn your attention to her. “Your bodyguard is really cute.”
Your body instinctively freezes, not wanting to be rude by laughing at the strange assumption, though you can’t help your eyes going a little bit wide. The girl finally lifts her blushing face to dart her eyes over your shoulder and then quickly whip her attention back to the books. Your eyes follow where she had looked, and you realize that she’s talking about Iwaizumi standing a few meters away, looking at you with crossed arms, probably annoyed that you’ve made him give you the tour of downtown LA. It’s been an hour since you entered The Last Bookstore and have shown no signs of wanting to leave anytime soon.
You choke back a giggle. Even though you’re both in your twenties, it’s hard to see him as anything other than the boy you’ve known since he was a dirt-faced little gremlin catching frogs and bugs around your neighborhood. What on earth would make anyone think that he’s your-
You look your old friend up and down as the question forms in your mind. Maybe it’s his all black outfit - though casual, it makes him look somewhat uniform. The plain black crew neck stretches tightly across his chest and shoulders in a way you’ve never noticed before, and the seams of his sleeves are barely holding it together against the flex of his biceps. His sharp green eyes bore into you under the quirk of his brows, somewhat curious as to what kind of conversation you could be having with the girl.
Perhaps it isn’t so strange of an assumption.
You quickly turn back to the girl, beaming at her with an excited a whisper, “Oh my god, you’re right! Should I tell him?”
She squeaks, furiously shaking her head before running away in embarrassment. You giggle at the reaction, finding it cute and funny that someone would see Hajime so intimidatingly attractive. Even if you are just realizing how much he’s grown up since leaving Japan, he’s still the same person you’ve known nearly your whole life.
“What did you say to scare that kid?” He asks, suddenly appearing directly by your side. You’re all too aware of his thick, strong arm brushing against yours.
“She thinks you’re my big, scary bodyguard,” you hassle him with a playful nudge.
“Wha- Bodyguard?” He laughs.
“It’s because you’ve gotten so beefy since you moved over here,” you tease, wrapping your hands around his defined arms and giving a squeeze. His skin is warm against your palms, and you can’t help yourself from continuing to squish his muscles with your fingers. He’s always been atheltic, though you had never really took much notice of his physique when you were growing up. The Irvine dining hall must be feeding him well.
“I-Idiot,” he hisses, body stiffening as his cheeks glow in agitation.
“If being a sports trainer doesn’t work out, you’d probably be a pretty good bodyguard. I always feel safe with you around,” you continue to prod with a cheeky, impish grin and lean on him a little bit more.
You hear him grunt, though it seems he might have been trying to mutter something behind his tight-lipped scowl.
“What was that, Haji?” You ask innocently, despite knowing that you’re pressing his buttons. Though perhaps it might be a little too flippant, for next thing you know, the shelves are digging into your back, and your dear old friend Hajime is close enough that you can feel the inside of his knee touching your thigh.
“I said, it’s because you’re dressed like that. Kid probably thought I was your bodyguard because you look…”
Your heart stops, suddenly aware of the outfit you put together to try and blend in with the LA-ites. His face moves closer, and his hand raises up to your head. The girl was right: he really is handsome, especially seeing him at this proximity and taking in the smell of his aftershave. You wait for the feeling of his fingertips against your cheek, but it never comes. Instead, he pulls a book from beside your ear as he maintains eye contact, not saying anything yet something strong is coming through his gaze.
He glances down at the cover of the book in his hand before tapping the top of it against your collarbone. Your mind is blank, but you grab the book without thinking about it. He lets his stare linger for another moment before wordlessly stepping back and then shuffles off around the next row. You finally take a breath when his figure leaves your sight, clutching the book as you try to form any kind of thoughts as to what this tight feeling is in your chest. You try to reason that it’s probably nothing, and decide to wave it off as something that couldn’t be read into. And you would’ve been convinced of that if you never looked down at the title of the thriller in your hands: “No Safe Place.”
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Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
you sit outside of his apartment waiting for him to open the door, the breeze outside was a pleasant surprise. you soon hear the lock click and the door open, being greeted with iwaizumi behind it. “hey iwa! how’s it going?” you smile as he motions you in with his hands. “it’s going well, sorry i didn’t get some of it clean, oikawa likes to come mess up my place from time to time.” he scratches the back of his head while you laugh at his statement. “that’s perfectly fine iwa.” he takes in your outfit with his eyes and a tint of red paints his cheeks. he walks over to the couch inviting you to come join him, “you can sit wherever you’d like, i don’t mind,” accompanied with a smile. you decide to sit in the middle of the couch while he plops down next to you, still at a comfortable distance.
“what kind of movie do you want to watch?” he focuses on the tv biting his bottom lip in concentration. your eyes light up at the question and you respond, “ooou can we watch a horror movie?” he slowly turns his head and shakes it from one side to the other, “i hate horror movies.” you continue to look him in the eyes puffing out your bottom lip. “i-i uh well,, i guess i can’t say no can i?” he closes his eyes as you respond to him, “nope, not at all.” after convincing him to watch a horror movie he finally picks one that he doesn’t think will be too scary. (yeah it’s a scary scary movie)
as the movie goes on iwaizumi seems to inch closer to you until your arms and legs are touching, you can visibly see him jump every time the music gets ominous. you smile knowing that this next jump scare is the worst one in the movie. it soon arrived and iwaizumi yelps as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your body. “aww iwaaa, are you that scared?” you feel him starting to pout on your shoulder so you pull his face away from your shoulder. he looks away trying to hide the deep blush creeping up on his face. “here, lift up.” he pulls his back from the couch and you start rubbing circles on his shoulders. “t-thank you.” the blush on his face gets worse than before.
soon enough the movies over and iwaizumi is asleep on your lap, slight snores escaping his lips. you look at his peaceful face and start running your fingers through his hair. you grab your phone and text the group chat that he’s one not a serial killer and two you’re safe and he’s asleep. after you text the group chat you decide to watch another movie. towards the end of the second movie he starts moving around. “hey, i’m sorry did i fall asleep?” his just woke up voice rang through your ears. “uhh, y-yeah i just uh watched another movie.” he nods and sits up, making your lap feel cold again. “i normally don’t fall asleep on people like that,” he scratches the back of his head, “just uh people i trust.” he smiles and looks towards you, “thanks for not stealing my kidneys by the way, you a real one.”
“would you want to watch a funny movie, since you were so scared of the horror movie?” you sarcastically turn your head towards him as he tries to stifle a laugh. “i mean. i’m down.” halfway through the movie you start feeling sleepy, your eyes closing on their own, drifting off to sleep.
iwaizumi’s pov
i feel a weight on my shoulder and look over to see y/n fast asleep. i smile and pull her closer to me so that her head is more comfortable on my chest. she grumbles in her sleep and i try not to laugh at the soft snores coming from her. i decide to run my fingers through her hair soothing both me and her. i feel the same blush as earlier creeping up once again, just the picture of her in my arms is enough to make me blush. i smile and lay my head back on the cushion slowly falling asleep too.
y/n’s pov
you begin to wake up, trying to get up to check your phone but feel weighted down. noticing that your laying on iwaizumis chest and his arms are wrapped around you, small rhythmic breaths escaping his lips. you try and move out of his grasp but he keeps pulling you back and mumbling the same phrase, “please don’t leave.” (i mean how could you leave with iwaizumi being all soft) you poke his face and he wakes up with a gasp, “hey iwa, it’s just me dummy.” he looks down and starts laughing, “oh, you scared me.” now it was your turn to laugh at his stoic response. “gosh i guess we both fell asleep huh?” he turns his head to meet your gaze, messy hair, dried drool, and heavy lidded eyes. “yeah, you look like you got hit by a bus.” he laughs and lightly punches you in the arm. (which sends you flying across the room to break your back jk)
“anyways, mrs. i wake up looking cute after a nap, are you hungry? we didn’t eat dinner.” he lays his head on your shoulder continuing to play with your hair. “aww iwa, you think i’m cute? but yeah i am getting a little hungry.” he blushes once again at your remark nodding in your shoulder, once he sits up he offers his hand so you take it. he grabs his jacket, one for you, and his keys then leads you out of the door. “where are we going?” you laugh grabbing his hand tighter, interlacing your fingers. “it’s a secret.” he holds his other hand to his mouth. you guys went to mcdonald’s in the end and went to a park to eat it. he fed you fries and chicken nuggets and laughed at stories of your friends. in the end you thought it was a perfect day and thought you should do this more often, with him. “hey, iwaizumi, uh can i call you by your first name?” you look over to him. “oh, uh, yes, yeah you can, i would really like that actually.” you smile and nod, “alright hajime.”
a/n | wowowowow this one is probably my favorite one so far, like who doesn’t wanna go to mcdonald’s with iwaizumi also the whole hajime thing was really cute to me so i was like, let’s add it. anyways i hope you guys liked this one
oh to have a movies and cuddles date with iwa and fall asleep wrapped in iwa’s arms
