She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”
Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”
Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.
Oikawa hits his heat in a match
- Part 1 of Beginnings of us
I hit writers block with another one of my fics so here’s this.
Iwaizumi hits his rut.
- Part 2 of Beginnings of us
“You’ve got one rule,” Iwaizumi winks at him.
Hinata knows Wakatoshi's trepidation doesn’t stem from a lack of desire. It's a part of his commitment to protecting Hinata, even from himself.
But Hinata can be very convincing, much to Wakatoshi's detriment.
- Part 3 of SASO 2017 Bonus Round Fills
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30 Nov 2020