Stars And Strawberries

Stars and Strawberries

Hinata Shouyou x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, mentions of drinking, curse words (?)

hinata, beach and ice cream are my favorite things. why not put them together? also for context: the olympic are on a trip to a beach somewhere in Japan. some of the team members also brought their s/o with them. i changed the title too. hope you all like it :)

The setting sun painted the sea and the sky a beautiful red. The occasional breeze felt like a warm hug. Sounds of seagulls and the waves were drowned out by the loud laughter of the people. You scooped out another spoonful of your ice cream sundae and hummed in satisfaction when the sweet taste flooded your mouth. To your far left, you spotted Hinata laughing at his teammates, who were down on the sand. The laughter, however was short-lived as Kageyama threw a ball at Hinata calling him a dumbass. You chuckled and finished the rest of your sundae.

You decided to walk around till the game was over and you could have Hinata all for yourself. The sand was warm and you spotted tiny crabs digging holes. Kids were looking around for seashells while their parents rested on the sand. You inhaled the salty scent of the sea, feeling completely at peace. Hinata was right, the sea was a great place.

"Y/N!"

You turned around just as something-someone-crashed into you. You fell on the warm sand with a loud oof, along with Hinata-the person who ran into you.

"Hinata, what the hell?" You tried to push him off of you, but he wouldn't budge. Hinata, giggling like a toddler got up and held out his hand for you. He pulled you up into a hug as soon as you held his hand. You could only squeak as his muscular arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I beat Bakageyama! Now I have a 3 point lead!" Hinata beamed. You laughed and congratulated him. Kageyama, who was nearby, yelled, "You only won 'cause it's beach volleyball, dumbass! I'd totally beat your ass on the court."

Hinata stuck his tongue out at him. He turned to you and spoke, a little softly, "Let's head back to our room, yeah?"

"Sure."

Hinata groaned in relief as he plopped down on the bed. "Hinata you're gonna get sand on the bed," you said, though you were too tired to even care. Going to the beach was fun, but energy-draining at the same time.

Hinata whined. "Y/NNN, I'm really tired. We'll dust it off later."

You hummed, closing your eyes and giving in to sleep. Almost. As Hinata shook you awake by the shoulder.

"What is it?" You didn't open your eyes, afraid you would lose the sleepiness that you had.

"Did you try that sundae I told you to? Did you like it? Do you wanna eat it with me again now?"

You let out a loud whine. This was what he woke you up for. You opened your eyes and playfully hit his shoulder. "Hinata you big idiot!"

"I'm very hungry. Can we have it now?" He pouted and rubbed small circles on his stomach.

Sleep had magically left you and you were on your feet before you even registered it. "It's gonna be dinner time soon. So let's have it after dinner?"

He instantly brightened. With an enthusiastic whoop! he went to take a shower. Meanwhile, you took a spare towel and dusted off the sand on the bed.

Dinner was filled with laughter and yelling. Hinata and Kageyama were so, so close to starting a food fight. Atsumu and Bokuto had a drinking contest much to Sakusa's distaste. Akaashi had tried to console him but Sakusa waved him off, saying that a drunk Atsumu was a pain and that he threw up almost everywhere. The entire table erupted in laughter, including Sakusa who smirked at Atsumu. The dyed blond clutched his chest and pretended to be hurt. "You wound me, Omi-kun."

"Your heart is on the left, you idiot." Was all that could be heard from Sakusa as everyone burst out laughing again, even Atsumu.

After finishing his fight with Kageyama, Hinata pulled you away from the crowd. When you questioned him, he silenced you by placing his pointer on your lips. He took you out of the hotel and towards the ocean that looked like dark blue ink in the night. The sky was littered with stars and you spotted a few constellations.

"Come sit here babe." Hinata flopped down on the sand and patted the empty space next to him. You sat down and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I brought the sundae, too! I got a large one so we could share and- Oh! I asked for extra toppings, too!" He held the glass of sundae in front of you. You couldn't care less that you didn't see it before, the ice cream looked wonderful. Hinata had probably ordered a strawberry one, if the pink scoops of ice cream and the dark syrup were to be believed.

"Say ahh, Y/N." He had already brought the spoon towards your mouth. The sweetness of strawberries filled your mouth, making you hum in satisfaction. This was better than the one you had in the afternoon. You looked at Hinata, who was looking at you expectantly.

"This is so good," you exclaimed.

His face lit up. "Of course it is. That's why I get it everytime I'm here."

The two of you ate while watching the stars. You had moved closer to Hinata, craving his warmth. Hinata had a loose arm wrapped around your waist.

"Oh! Y/N look! If you join those stars over there–the ones slightly left to the moon–they look like a volleyball."

You squinted at the small, shining dots. You sighed, slightly amused. Trust Hinata Shouyou to see something volleyball-related in everything. You playfully elbowed him in the ribs. "You only ever think about volleyball, huh?"

He grinned big and wide. "Volleyball and you are the only things on my mind."

You laughed though your face was as red as the strawberries in the sundae. Hinata, who was still grinning, leaned in and kissed your cheek.

Softly, you whispered, "I think about you all the time, too."

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[7:06]

the sizzling sound of food drowned atsumu's soft humming. the apron that said 'kiss the cook' was no longer its original blue color. red oil stains, black dots of soy sauce and many more mysterious stains were littered across the front.

atsumu gave one last stir to the food and turned off the stove. he turned to look at you, a proud grin on his face. "it's done."

"god, i hope it doesn't kill me," you chuckled. atsumu poured the food into two bowls and walked over to where you were seated on the dining table. "ya will be lickin' your fingers for days after ya finish this," he huffed.

you looked at the plate filled with noodles in front of you. "you made... noodles?"

atsumu had already dug into his bowl. with his mouth stuffed full with food he said, "yesh. but i added exshtra ingredients."

you raised your eyebrows. the noodles looked good and the smell was heavenly. picking up your chopsticks, you ate the small piece of broccoli covered in spices. your taste buds were hit with a wave of different flavors. the broccoli was juicy and had soaked up the spices well. you looked up at atsumu and met his expectant eyes.

you took a few more bites before saying anything. the noodles were perfectly cooked and the broth was savory. overall, the food was delicious. you put your chopsticks down and drank some water.

"atsumu," you said. he leaned in closer and waited for you to speak. "has anyone ever told you you cook good?"

you didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth twitched up. "no."

you nodded. after a moment of silence you said, "then why do you keep cooking?"

atsumu's face went from confusion to realization to horror. he opened his mouth but made no attempts to speak. horrified at your words he looked down at the food, up at you and then back down. after seconds that felt like hours he spoke. "but the food—is it that gross—i like it."

you burst out into laughter which only made your boyfriend more confused. you laughed and laughed till you couldn't breathe. atsumu's face was so precious.

"oh my god, 'tsumu!" you tried to control your laughter. "i was just joking. this–" you pointed to the noodles"–is the best food i have ever had." which was true. atsumu was a really good cook.

atsumu frowned. "wait, so ya were joking?"

"yes!" you still hadn't stopped laughing and atsumu's face was not helping.

"babe, ya gave me heart attack. why'd ya have to prank me?" despite his words, atsumu was grinning.

"your face was so precious. i should've taken a picture."

"shut up!"

giggles filled the kitchen as the two of you had dinner. later, atsumu got his sweet revenge by tickling you till you were begging him to stop. it was followed by atsumu complaining that three days' worth of workout had gone down the drain because of the calorie rich food he had cooked.

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Oh my god this is my first post that reached 100 notes :0

Too Late

Sakusa Kiyoomi x GN! Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of thorns, i said 'shit' like once

im not dead heh. i lowkey like how it turned out. have some angst after the two fluff fics. sorry not sorry.

Kiyoomi is 15 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling and trying to burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel this way. It's pathetic. He tries to find something in you to hate. Were you unhygienic? No. Annoying? Sometimes yes. But he found it cute. Did you hate volleyball? Also no. You weren't really interested in it but that was okay. Not everyone had to like volleyball.

He tries and tries to hate you, to find a reason to stay away from you but fails. He stays up all night trying to push down the feelings. He goes to school the next day with bags under his eyes and feelings for you that were ten times stronger than the day before.

Kiyoomi is 16 and sees you cheering for him in the stands. He had scored the game point by spiking the ball into the opposite court with a deadly spin. You're hugging one of your friends and celebrating. Seeing you so happy made the corners of his lips twitch up. Komori gave a hard slap on his back and went on about how good the spike was. Kiyoomi thanked him and complimented some of his saves that prevented his team from losing points.

Komori took him and you to a cafe nearby to celebrate their win the next day. You congratulated the two volleyball players and talked and talked about Kiyoomi's apparently 'killer' spikes and Komori's 'life saving' digs. You awed at Kiyoomi's abnormally flexible wrists. "Cool," you said with wide eyes and an open mouth. Kiyoomi's chest felt warm and he's thankful for the mask that hid his small smile. He decided not push down his feelings anymore.

Kiyoomi is 18 and has finished packing his bags. He leaves for his university in two days. He will still be in Tokyo, which was good because going to a place foreign to him was slightly scary. The thought of being away from his family, Komori and you made his throat tighten up. He shook his head and heads out of his house. The three of you were going to have a farewell party of sorts for Kiyoomi. It turned out to be just a movie night with a shit ton of snacks at Komori's house.

Komori was fast asleep on the beanbag with his mouth open. The movie was still playing on the TV, though no one was watching it. Kiyoomi noticed that you had moved closer to him. He didn't mind it. He closed his eyes and tries to fall asleep. Though he ended up snapping them open at your voice. Your voice was soft and low and even with the noise of the TV he could make out what you said. His heart beats fast at the confession that left your lips. He doesn't say anything for what felt like hours. Finally, he gathered the courage to look at you. Maybe you were joking. Maybe you said that in a platonic way. But your eyes said otherwise.

The rarely used, emotional part of him begged Kiyoomi to tell you that he felt the same way, to hold your beautiful face in his hands and kiss you. Kiyoomi almost listened. Almost. He swallowed down the truth and lied to you. He told you he didn't feel the same way. That he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your eyes glowed with unshed tears when you told him that it was okay. You apologized in case you made him uncomfortable and left.

Kiyoomi's throat burned with unsaid words. The lies he said wrapped around his neck like vines, it's thorns pricking his neck. I'm not ready, he reassured himself. He's not ready for you. He would be leaving for uni and he also had to focus on volleyball. He hoped you would wait for him.

Kiyoomi is 22 and plays for MSBY Black Jackals. Komori plays for the EJP Raijin. You work as a sports journalist for Japan's popular sports magazine. Kiyoomi has read a few articles and was extremely impressed. He smiled at the tiny picture of you next to the article. You looked even more beautiful now. The smile he loved so much back in high school was still the same.

During the first two years of college the three of you tried to meet up atleast once every two months. Slowly, once every two months became once every six months which turned into a year. You were all busy with college and side jobs which left no time to catch up with your friends. He was surprised when the feelings he had for you didn't fade away even after years of having little to no contact with you.

This time when Kiyoomi met you again he would confess. He was ready now.

Kiyoomi is 25 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling. He's trying burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel like this anymore. It's pathetic. He's pathetic. His tears leave a burning trail across his cheek. He doesn't bother to wipe them. Kiyoomi's chest feels tight with unrequited love. His emotions have left the tiny cage he locked them in and reached his throat blocking his airway. Kiyoomi can't breathe and his throat hurts.

He's holding a piece of paper in his hand. He brings it up to his face and sobs harder than ever. He reads what's written on the paper again, just to make sure. It's a wedding invitation. You were going to marry someone who was not Kiyoomi. Kageyama Tobio. You were going to marry Kageyama Tobio, setter of Schweiden Adlers and not Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi looks at it and tries to imagine his name in the place of Kageyama's. It makes him cry even more—the thought of what could have been.

Maybe if he hadn't made you wait, it would have been him marrying you. He wouldn't be crying in his bed and probably would have been cuddling you. If he was ready back then it would have been him with you. But now even though he was ready, you had moved on.

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Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Itadori's and Megumi's here

Gojo and Geto's here

Sukuna and Naoya's here

♡ Kugisaki Nobara ♡

She's an aggressive lover. Tackles you to the ground and accidentally breaks your neck, "Y/N I love you so much!" You better book a permanent spot for yourself in the ER.

Shows you off to people 'cause she just loves you so much *sobs* She thinks you're the best person besides Maki. Will NOT hesitate to tell you how proud she is of you. Nobara would never let you talk low about yourself. If you're insecure about your features then she'll kiss them and tell you how much more beautiful they make you.

One time she caught someone flirting with you and would have beaten the shit out of that person if you hadn't stopped her.

You have to stop Nobara and Itadori from doing dumb things, which is like all the time. "Hey Y/N will a person survive if they're thrown off a bridge with a vinyl chord?" "WHERE IS ITADORI?!" something like that yeah

Will take you out for shopping, duh. The two of you have probably visited EVERY clothing store to exist. Even the food stores, you have tried almost all of them.

She's into PDA. Can and will hug you in public in front of lots of people (might also kiss you hehehe)

Nobara will cuddle you when you feel down. She'll buy you some chocolate too and shower kisses on your face.

Overall she's an aggressive but sweet lover :,)

♡ Maki ♡

Unlike Nobara she isn't that aggressive. Sometimes when she can't control what she's feeling she will become more cuddly and more vocal about her feelings. Otherwise you both are just like best friends.

She doesn't say that she loves you much but you know by the way her eyes soften around you.

Hugs!!! She gives you lots of hugs, when she feels happy or sad or just because. She loves how warm you are against her. She likes the scent of your hair, your skin, your clothes.

Dates are usually library dates where the two of you buy your favorite drinks and just sit, reading books together.

Maki likes to have movie nights. The extra soft blanket, shared between the two of you, keeps you both warm. You make hot chocolate and Maki sneakily adds more marshmallows. The movies are mostly half watched as the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

Glares and scares away the people who even look at you the wrong way. She isn't that possessive but if she sees someone being extra friendly with you, she won't hesitate to pull you towards her and show the person who's boss.

Inumaki and you tried trolling her once which ended up in Inumaki getting his ass whooped and you getting carried by Maki to her dorm so she could 'teach you a lesson'. she made you clean her whole room with an old toothbrush

She is a queen who will treat you like her equal :)

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Dw I'm working on it :)

Red

Kuroo Tetsurou x GN! Reader

Tokyo Ghoul AU

Genre: Angst

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! heavy angst, gore, blood

this took a lot of time and i am so sorry... I had irl stuff and tests too. hope you enjoy this :D

Chapter I

Tetsurou laughed coldly at the man struggling below him. Pathetic. The man knew he would be eaten any second, but he still fought back. Tetsurou ignored his pleas and clicked his tongue, deep in thought. Humans were interesting. They struggled and struggled until last, knowing it would be less painful if they just give up.

All that thinking had made him curious now. He loosened his grip on the man. He pulled his head up by the hair and leaned in close to him. "Hey. Tell me," the man's face was a bloody mess. He didn't smell that tasty. Middle-aged, bald people never did. "Why are you not giving up? You're gonna die in the end anyways. So, why do you want it to be so painful?"

"P-Please. Let me go, please," the man stuttered out. He was shaking in Tetsurou's hold and had probably soiled his pants. Tetsurou tsked, annoyed for not getting answers and snapped the man's neck in half.

His appetite was gone now and no way was he eating a gross old man who stinked of shit.

"Kuro."

Tetsurou turned and found Kenma typing away on his phone. He smirked. It was rare to see Kenma outside.

"Were you worried I got caught by the CCG? Is that why you're here?" Tetsurou said, wiping a fake tear.

Kenma sent him a look of disgust. "Shut up. Yaku wanted to talk to you about something important, I don't know. He sent me to come get you."

Yaku? Something important? Tetsurou instantly regretted not hiding the expensive coffee he stole from Yaku. And Kenma agreeing to even step out of the building was news too. "About what?" he asked.

"You'll know when you get there."

"Mr. Hayase!"

The elevator's doors had started to close. You ran, yelling at the person inside, Mr. Hayase, to hold it open. Thankfully, he did and you were able to get in. Panting, you thanked him and leaned against the wall of the elevator.

"Jeez, L/N!" Mr. Hayase hissed. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

You took a moment to control your breathing before answering him. "I have an important meeting in 2 minutes."

He hummed. "You got promoted recently, right?"

"Yeah. I'm a Senior Investigator now."

Mr. Hayase flashed you a grin. "Be careful out there. Promotion means more danger."

You grinned back. "I know. I didn't get promoted for nothing, you know. I'll be able to handle it."

You were on your floor now. You bowed quick and low to Mr. Hayase and rushed to the meeting room. Mr. Hayase was one of the scientists who worked for the CCG. He was also the one who made you your quinque.

You were lucky the meeting had not started yet. Apologizing, you sat down in your place.

"First day as a Senior Investigator and you're pathetically late." Nakamura Yuuichi, smirked.

You raised your eyebrow. Checking your watch you said, "Actually, I'm 17 seconds early. Well, it's 16 now."

"Don't act smart L/N," Nakamura hissed. You and Nakamura always had a sort of enmity since your trainee days. Always, trying to mock each other, insults would be thrown around without actually meaning them. Why it was like this, you had no idea.

"I'm not acting, Nakamura. I am smart."

Nakamura looked like he wanted to strangle you then and there. It was your turn to smirk.

"Now, if you both could shut up so we can actually start with the meeting," Ms. Rei said, voice deadly serious.

You made a show of pursing your lips and Nakamura clenched his fist and leaned back on his chair.

Ms. Rei eyed the two of you before beginning the meeting. "We received reports of a new ghoul organization," she started.

"Actually, it's not new. We got to know about only recently. The ghouls have been doing a good job laying low. They call themselves Nekoma. They're like Fukurodani—the one which was brought down by the CCG only recently."

Fukurodani was a pain in the ass to subdue. Their leader, Bokuto was an S-rated ghoul with immense strength. His mood swings–a blessing to the CCG–would slow him down. But, ever since Akaashi, an A-rated ghoul, joined their ranks, Bokuto's mood swings were lessened. The pretty ghoul knew how to control Bokuto.

"We don't have much details on the leader or members of Nekoma. We need to find their hide out and hunt them down. We can't let them take over Tokyo." Ms. Rei sat down and rummaged through the pile of files.

"Excuse me," you spoke up. Ms. Rei stopped and looked at you. "Do we have any info on the ranks of the ghouls?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Like I said before, Nekoma has laid low for a long time now. Some investigators caught one of their underlings and managed to get some information out of him. That ghoul only knew the name of the organization and nothing else. Not even the names of his fellow members."

You nodded a thank you and looked down at the file placed on your desk. This investigation will be hard, you thought. You opened the file and found the picture of a man-ghoul-staring back at you. He was a B-rated bikaku, according to the details below his picture. Satoshi Kimura, the ghoul, was caught near one of the garbage dumps in the outskirts of the city. Satoshi was in his late twenties, a few years older than you.

Ms. Rei cleared her throat and everyone turned to look at her. "Nekoma's investigation will be handed to L/N and L/N's squad. Senior Investigator L/N, you can visit Cochlea, where the ghoul from Nekoma is being kept, to gather more information. You will also be assigned a squad of 5 members. I wish you luck on this investigation."

You stood up from your place and shook hands with her. "You will not be disappointed." She gave you a red colored file saying that it had the most details about Nekoma. You thanked her and sat down. Excitement was coursing through your veins. You were going to be a squad leader! You refrained yourself from doing a victory dance.

You were going to find out Nekoma's base and capture all of them.

"Now," Ms. Rei started. "Moving on to the age old case of Itachiyama. Nakamura, like Y/N, you will also be assigned a squad. You are to bring Itachiyama down."

Mr. Minamoto, Assistant Special Investigator spoke up. "But, Rei! Even the Assistant Special Investigator Nishimura and his squad weren't able to kill them. How can you assign this to a Senior Investigator? That too Nakamura was promoted not long ago."

A cold shiver ran down your spine. Ms. Nishimura's squad was brutally murdered by the ghouls of Itachiyama, Ms. Nishimura being the only survivor. She had retired after the incident and had left the country. You couldn't blame her, though. Watching your squad, your comrades die in front you was the bad enough. But, being the only survivor was the worst.

Ms. Rei nodded. "You're right Minamoto. But, that was 2 years ago. Itachiyama has weakened since then. Since the two S-rated ghouls, Sakusa Kiyoomi and Komori Motoya, left Itachiyama and joined another organization. It's safe to say now that Itachiyama is easy to take down. There's mostly A to B-rated ghouls. No S-rated either. That's why Nakamura and his squad are assigned with this."

Mr. Minamoto didn't look convinced. Yet he nodded and looked at Nakamura, silently asking him if he was okay with it.

Nakamura wasn't fazed in the slightest. Instead, he bounced in his seat with pure enthusiasm. That was so Nakamura-ish. Always getting excited at difficult challenges. You had to suppress a smile.

"However," Ms. Rei looked at Nakamura, eyebrows raised. "If you don't want to do it, we can give it to some-"

"I'll do it!" Nakamura bounced up from his seat.

Ms. Rei took a step back. "Alright, then." She said and handed him the files.

Nakamura smirked at you. I'm gonna win Y/N, he mouthed.

Not if I kick your ass first Yuuichi, you mouthed back.

The café was warm and cozy. You placed your order and sat at your table, in the far corner. You would be meeting your squad tomorrow and you were nervous. Very nervous. After collecting the necessary files you had decided to get some coffee before heading back home. So, here you were, in your favorite cafe, files tucked neatly in your bag, waiting for your coffee.

The waiter called your name saying that your order was ready. You got in a hurry and grabbed your bag. You didn't want to leave it alone and risk the files getting leaked. Thanking the waiter, you walked out of the cafe while adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You took a sip and the next you knew was that you had collided into something and were on the ground, coffee spilled, files askew. You had zipped the bag, right?

The files spread across the café's floor said otherwise. You mentally kicked yourself, and scrambled up. You shoved the files in your bag and stood up straight, ready to apologize to the person you collided into.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

The person–a man–was apologizing with his head bent low. He looked up and spoke.

"I spilled your drink. Let me buy you another one."

You shook your head no. You were disappointed that your coffee was spilled, but you didn't want to trouble a stranger.

"I insist, please," the man said. He looked like he just woke up and put on whatever he had in his closet. His unkempt hair was spiky and fell over one of his eyes. His hazel colored, cat-like eyes scanned you up and down.

"Uhh, okay. If you insist." You agreed.

The man smiled, satisfied. "I'll get you your coffee."

After getting the drinks (he took coffee, too) he sat in front of you. Thanking him, you took the warm plastic cup and were about to leave when he stopped you.

"What's your name?" He asked.

You blinked. "L/N Y/N." After a beat, you asked, "What's yours?"

"Kuroo Tetsurou."

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Love Letter

Iwaizumi Hajime x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: a few curse words

this one came out longer than expected and i honestly didn't know how to cut it short XP anyways enjoy this fluffy fluff with our iwa chan. i finished it early so i posted it. not beta-read (again) constructive criticism is accepted.

Hajime had a crush. Not that he would ever accept it. But, still the fact that he did have a crush would not change. And he hated it.

He hated how his throat closed up whenever he tried to talk to you. Hated the way his hands sweat profusely when he was near you. He hated everything about this.

He thought ignoring you and pretending you didn't exist would make his crush go away. But, how could he ignore you when you were in the same class as him and sat right across from him.

Hajime always caught himself looking at you in between lectures. And now, he had to force himself to look away from you and concentrate in class.

The teacher was talking about a project and said that she would assign everyone in groups of two. Hajime groaned inwardly at the mention of group projects. He had always preferred to work alone.

The teacher was now calling out students' names and their partners. "Iwaizumi and L/N," she announced.

He did a double take and stared at his teacher, wide eyed. Surely he had heard that wrong, right? There was no way you were his partner, right?

His thoughts came to a stop when you turned to look at him. You smiled politely at him. Though it was nothing special, Hajime felt his heart beating faster. His face felt hot when he smiled back at you. You were gonna be the end of him.

"Shut up Shittykawa!" Hajime barked at his best-friend, Oikawa. He was rambling on and on about how popular he was and how many girls were head over heels for him. Hajime had heard this enough times for it to be etched in his mind.

His hand clutched the small piece of paper in his hand which had your phone number scribbled in it. The two of you had exchanged numbers and had agreed to meet up at your house to work on the project. He felt his face heat up again and cursed silently.

"Iwa-chan! I need to use the restroom. Don't leave without me," Oikawa said, already on his way.

Hajime sighed and stood outside their gym. If Oikawa didn't come back within two minutes, he thought, I'm leave his things here and go back home.

"Um, excuse me."

He heard a shy voice from behind him. He turned and saw a red-faced girl clutching what suspiciously looked like a love letter. Oh, how much Hajime hated love letters. He thought they were sappy and ugly, what with the hearts drawn everywhere. He had threatened to burn all the letters Oikawa had kept stashed in his room if he had to deliver one more sappy letter to him. Say goodbye to your letters, Assikawa, Hajime thought.

"It's for Oikawa, right?" He asked. This was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

"Y-Yes! Please give it to him!" She shoved the letter into his hands and ran away to her friend who was smirking wildly.

Everyone liked Oikawa, no doubt. He was handsome and charming but with a shitty personality that only Hajime and their close friends knew. But, that was not what he was worried about. He was worried that you would choose Oikawa instead of him. Everyone always did that.

Your room was the perfect definition of 'organized mess'. There were books and papers scattered on your desk and floor, a pile of clothes on your bed, and your laptop on the floor with numerous tabs open. It was a mess, but a nice mess. Hajime liked it.

Hajime was glad to have you as a partner. You were easy to work with, efficient and broad-minded.

He tried his best not to ogle you all the time, which was practically impossible since you looked so beautiful while you were focused on your work.

Your mom came in, saw all the papers strewn across the expanse of your room, gave the two of you a look, and never came back. You had laughed your head off at this and Hajime couldn't help but laugh with you too. He promised to help you clean later to which you had reluctantly agreed.

The project had turned out great. Hajime smiled proudly at his grade-an A-and decided make Oikawa jealous. You had asked him to have lunch together to which he had agreed right away.

You and Hajime had grown close during the small amount of time you had worked together. Even after finishing it, you would still call him or text him talking about anything and everything. You would even wait for his practice to end and walk home with him.

You had always been talkative around Hajime but today you were eerily silent. Your face was red, too.

"Hey," he said. "Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the nurse's office?"

"N-No!" You stuttered, waving your hands wildly. "It's just that-that..." you trailed off.

"That what?"

You said something under your breath that Hajime couldn't make out.

Then, there was something covering his face. A piece of paper. "What the-?"

He peeled the paper away from his face and took a good look at it. Hajime's heart sank down to the pit of his stomach. It was not just a piece of paper. It was a love letter. And he knew damn well who it was for. Of course you liked Oikawa. Why had he even thought his feelings would be reciprocated. Dumb, he cursed at himself. Dumbass.

"It's for Oikawa right?" His voice came out more sad and dejected than he had expected. "I can't guarantee a reply-"

"I-It's for you!"

"-but I will give it to him," he continued.

"Don't give it to Oikawa! It's for you Iwaizumi!" You were almost yelling now.

"W-What? This"-he held up the letter-"is for me?"

Hajime was sure his brain had stopped working. You were giving him a love letter?

"Does this mean you like me?" He wanted to make sure it was true. That you were not pranking him.

"Yes!" You sounded so desperate and annoyed. He swore he could see steam rising from your head.

"Thank you!" He almost screamed. "Go out with me, please."

"Y-Yes," you agreed, trying your best to hide your red face.

Hajime's heart melted and he felt like the happiest man on earth. You liked him. Him and not Oikawa. A giddy, love-sick smile formed on his face. He felt weightless like he were floating in space. His chest felt warm.

"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa's voice brought him back. He turned to face Oikawa only to be faced with a teasing smirk. Mattsun and Makki wore similar expressions. Makki whispered something to Mattsun about Hajime getting laid, which Hajime prayed you didn't hear.

"L/N-chan, let me tell you something embarrassing about Iwa-chan," Oikawa giggled and made his way towards you.

"Crappykawa, say one word to L/N about me and I'll make sure you get a concussion during practice," Hajime barked.

You let out a fit of giggles which was soon joined by Mattsun, Makki and Oikawa himself. Hajime smiled a fond smile. He neatly placed the letter in his bag and decided to read it later, in the safety of his room. His chest still felt warm when he sat down and had lunch with the four of you. Maybe love letters aren't all that bad, Hajime thought.

Work by: @smolbean12

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