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IWAIZUMI SUPREMACY

tender and gradual

the moment you realized you loved him

description: you get sick with a cold and your friend makes the fever and headache bearable.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: illness (not covid), language

a/n: SO MUCH DIALOGUE SORRY. I have the biggest crush on this man 

You should’ve listened to Iwaizumi when he told you to put on more layers before braving the Miyagi winter. 

“Iwa, I’ll be fine,” you had reassured him, “it’s not even that cold.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you get sick,” he scoffed, loud enough to make the audio crinkle through your phone’s speaker, “I don’t want you to watch me play if you’re going to get hypothermia on the way over.”

“Relax, Iwa. I’ll grab a jacket or something if it gets you off my back,” you grumbled through the phone lodged in between your ear and shoulder.

His scowly retort made you snicker as you swung the front door behind you.

“See ya there!” You cheered into the phone before hanging up and racing to the bus stop.

—–

Turns out, the jacket wasn’t enough to keep you warm on the walk; which is why you were spending the day stuck in your bed, sick with a pounding headache and sore throat. 

Iwaizumi always felt the need to remind you how stubborn you were, something that you vehemently denied–which really only further proved his point, but you always conveniently became painfully distracted whenever he chose to bring this up. Especially now, when you were actively avoiding your friend’s messages and the scolding that was bound to come. You had drifted off to sleep, thinking that you were in the clear, until your bedroom door banged open, startling you awake from your nap.

“You really thought that you could hide from me forever?” a voice remarks above you. Iwaizumi stood at the foot of your bed, brows furrowed and gripping a handful of his mother’s flowery tote bag.

You groaned into your pillow. “Please don’t yell at me, my head hurts enough already.”

“Quit complaining,” he grumbled, digging his hand into the bag, “Eat this.” He passed a thermos over to you.

“What is it?” You decided not to mention the godzilla stickers that covered the metal exterior, valuing your life in this moment.

“Soup,” he stated simply before plopping down onto the covers, right on top of your poor, squished feet. 

“OW!” you yelped, “that hurt.”

“I bought you candy too.”

“You’re forgiven. What kind?” You peered into the bag.

“Hey! Watch it,” he swatted your hand away, “let me do it so you don’t get your germs everywhere. 

“Didn’t know that you still believed in cooties,” you smirked.

He rolled his eyes, but there was no animosity behind the action. “You’re not getting any candy until you finish your soup.”

“Whatever, mom.” He frowned at your remark. “Toss me a spoon.”

“I don’t have to be your mom to give a shit about what happens to you,” Iwaizumi grumbled.

“So sweet, you actually have feelings.”

“I’ll leave and take the candy with me.”

“Alright, I’ll behave! Let’s not get too rash, Iwa.”

You slurp your soup happily as he scrolled through your laptop.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure,” you replied in between mouthfuls of noodles. 

He chose this time, deeming that you were too sick and your judgment had been compromised. “You’re just going to pick some shitty movie and then fall asleep halfway. If I’m going to be the only one watching all the way through, then I should be able to pick.”

“That’s definitely just a lame ass excuse to watch Godzilla for the millionth time,” you mouthed back.

Iwaizumi flung a pillow at you, knocking you back down onto your bed. “Quit whining, I know you like it too.”

You stuck your tongue out before erupting into a coughing fit. 

He gently patted your back and handed you a glass of water. “If you get me sick, I’m totally gonna kick your ass.” The juxtaposition between his harsh words and sweet actions amused you.

“Wow, I’m really feeling the love,” you said after your throat cleared up.

He grunted, but made no further comment. 

As unfriendly as your banter seemed, Iwaizumi held a special place in your heart. He was always there to support you, no matter how inconvenient it was for him.

He made you soup. 

Something about the image of Iwaizumi standing in his kitchen and stirring a boiling pot just to help you feel better, made your chest fuzzy. You had felt this way a few times before, but you had always shaken the feeling off. Iwaizumi was just being a nice person, he cared this way for everyone. He had always been a giver, putting others before himself. You had noticed it with Oikawa, yourself, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and the rest of the volleyball club.

What made his feelings towards you any different from them? 

The thought made your stomach churn and brows furrow. He was actually kind of handsome too- that much was obvious. You and Oikawa paid Iwaizumi plenty of compliments, mostly because the flush that would appear around his ears while he shouted obscenities’ in retaliation was all too amusing, but also because you meant every word that came out of your lips. 

And you had to tell him. Even if your tone was joking and he didn’t take it seriously, you still wanted to tell him nice things about himself because Iwaizumi deserved to hear it. 

Did you want him to feel differently towards you?

“Are you falling asleep already?” He nudged your shoulder with his, snapping you out of your daze.

“We’re barely fifteen minutes in, do you really have that little faith in me?” You felt your palms begin to sweat at his touch. 

“Is that drool on your chin?”

“Shut up, dickhead.”

“Wow, very mature,” he teased and turned back to the screen.

Even simple moments like these, you cherished because they were with him- quiet and intimate Iwaizumi.

“Thanks.”

He turned his head to face you, confused by your statement. “For what?”

You made a gesturing motion with your hand at the tote bag. “Thanks for taking care of me. It really means a lot.”

Thank you for tolerating me for all these years. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything.

“Yeah well,” he trailed off, ears crimson, “you would do the same for me.”

Yes you would, you realized. You would walk around the whole globe to be with Iwaizumi, but it wouldn’t even matter because he would travel double just to be able to journey with you twice. 

Why was it so difficult to put your thoughts into words? When you thought about him your mind traveled at the speed of light, but now that he was right in front of you, your brain turned to mush.

“You know,” you took a deep breath, “you’re actually kind of a good guy.”

Oikawa was going to give you so much shit for this.

“Don’t say that like it’s revolutionary, brat.” He had turned away from you, but you still saw him fighting to hide a smile.

You both sat silently watching the characters move on the screen while a different scenario played through your heads.

What would happen if you were to brush your fingers across his? Would he flinch away, or would he welcome your touch?

You didn’t have to imagine for much longer, as Iwaizumi’s hand grazed against your knuckles. 

“Holy shit, your hands are freezing,” he mumbled, taking your hands into his own and massaging the warmth back in, “did you even eat my soup?”

You gaped at him. “Um, well…”

You were about to explode. When the hell did he get like this? You had always been the one to tease him and make his face glow red, so how on earth has Iwaizumi managed to reduce you into a speechless wreck?

“Hey, Iwa?”

“Yeah?” He turned back to face you.

The laptop screen illuminated half of his face. He looked so youthful sitting there. The furrow that liked to rest between his brows had smoothed over, and you were reminded of how gentle Iwaizumi could be when he wasn’t worrying over something. 

Tenderness coursed through Iwaizumi’s veins and fueled his daily actions. You’d seen it in the way he cared for his team, classmates, and you. He never asked anything in return, and yet there’s never been another person more deserving.

“Where’d you put my candy?” 

He blinked slowly at you before snorting, “Jeez- hang on, I’ll grab it for you.” 

You’d forgotten that his hand was in yours until he slipped it free, and you couldn’t help but miss the warmth. Something between the two of you had shifted. Maybe it happened before today, and it was only now that the gradual build had been made visible to you. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful you had caught a cold. 

“Oi, what are you looking at? Or did your brain finally give up?” Iwaizumi waved a free hand in front of your face.

“Ha ha, very funny,” you deadpanned, “now hand over the goods before I punch you in the leg.”

“Oh and I’m the violent one,” Iwaizumi scoffed but tossed a packet of m&m’s into your lap and pressed play.

—–

Iwaizumi was right, you fell asleep with fifteen minutes left of the movie. When you woke hours later, he was gone, but you liked to think that you hadn’t imagined the feeling of lips pressing against your forehead as you were tucked into bed.