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Going through a breakup while you were already at your lowest is possibly the most painful thing someone could ever go through in their life. Semi, your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had wanted to break up out of the blue. 

Your mind was a mess, and it’s been hours since you’ve last gotten out of bed. Saturday night was spent with tears instead of the usual fun other people around your age are probably having right now. 

A notification popped up on your screen while you had your face buried in between your knees. The bright light from your phone lights up in the pitched black bedroom. You lifted your head as your hand ruffled against the comforter to look for your phone.

The lock screen photo of you and Semi during his volleyball team victory came into your view as soon as you lifted your phone. A deep sigh escaped your mouth when you realised you haven’t changed your lock screen yet, even though the relationship ended this morning. 

Terushima Yuuji sent you a message reminding you of the party he’s hosting at the moment. Ever since you moved to another neighbourhood last week, he’s feeling pretty lonely on his own. You’re his only friend when he’s at home. Being an only child can be exhausting too. 

You and Terushima are childhood friends. His house was just next to you, and most of your free time is spent together. Even though he’s a year younger than you, both of you are incredibly close that other people thought both of you are secretly dating. The both of you always played together since you were kids because both of you also happened to be an only child in your respective family.

Terushima has been nothing but a best friend to you. Nothing more than a best friend since kindergarten. He’s like a little brother. His witty and playful behaviour makes you feel comfortable every time you are with him. 

Both of you have one thing in common. Growing up with a single parent makes both of you realise that your friendship profoundly relies on each other’s company. The absence of a father figure in your life helped you realise the emotional attachment to your boyfriend. It’s always difficult to let go of Semi when both of you are still together.

You and Semi have always been in an ‘on’ and ‘off’ relationship. Most of the time, Semi will always ask for a break-up because he needs to focus on his volleyball and studies simultaneously. Committing to a relationship doesn’t spare him any time, he said. 

Letting out a deep sigh, you finally agreed to come over to the party Terushima was hosting. He’s a party people , and you were sure there’ll be many people over his house soon. You were sure his mother was away. Hence the party he was inviting you to. 

Rummaging through your closet, you found a short dress you rarely wear before. After taking a shower and putting on some decent-looking makeup over your swollen face, you head off to Terushima’s, which only takes 10 minutes from your neighbourhood. 

When the taxi dropped you off in front of Terushima’s house, you could already see the crowds of people in his house. This isn’t just a party anymore. It almost felt like an official event that gathered over two hundred people. 

You took a deep breath before walking on his driveway. Many eyes were on you as soon as you made your appearance. There were some familiar faces you recognised when you were in Johzenji. Smiling at them, they politely informed you that Terushima was playing cards with his friends in the living room. 

Coming back here brought a lot of memories from your childhood. The familiar house is like your second home because it’s where you spent most of your time when you and Terushima were still kids. You could still replay the memories of playing around his house and your house next to his. Which is now left vacant. 

Your high heels clicked on the concrete pathway, drawing the others’ guests attention to you, especially the hungry males. Their attention was the last thing you wanted for today. It’s devastating to be dealing with a guy, especially after a breakup. 

Or… it’s just the thing that you probably needed tonight.

You made your way in the sea of people trying to find Terushima. Maybe he’s occupied with something else, or rather someone else at the moment. Knowing him, it’s probably the latter. Must be easy to be him since he has learned to not commit himself in a serious relationship. He knows he couldn’t do it so he embraces himself from loving too much. 

The said person, Terushima, was spotted sitting on the couch, throwing cards on the coffee table. The guys circling him cheered in excitement with a booming laughter. Perhaps, he had won the round. The boy sitting next to Terushima nudged his elbow, pointing his finger at you. “Terushima. She’s here. Hi!” the brunette waved his hand at you. 

He’s Terushima’s closest friend at school. A decent guy to match Terushima’s crazy energy. You waved your hand at him back, grabbing Terushima’s attention. And when he found you standing there, he left his friends for a while. “Hey! You’re finally here! Thought you wouldn’t come,” he grinned, leading you to the couch where he was sitting. 

Your heels dragged you across the living room, people surrounding the area giving space for you to pass through them. Terushima gave you his seat and the man opted to sit on the armrest instead. There was a momentary silence between both of you before you opened your mouth to speak. 

“Yuuji is going to hate this,” you murmured under your breath. Slowly, you lifted your chin to look at Terushima beside you. You tried to arrange the words in your mind but your brain is all scattered with strong emotions. 

“Please don’t cry in front of these people,” you begged. 

Terushima furrowed his eyebrows seeing your unreadable expression. You looked like you were mad but also annoyed at the same time. Which one is it? Being your best friend for over 5 years has brought him nowhere in reading your facial expressions. It is always difficult to decipher your emotions. 

“You good, girl?” He asked, leaning himself closer to you so he could hear you over the loud music. The neighbours will probably hate him for it. As long as no cops get involved, he is good with receiving complaints.

Terushima received no comments from you. So he shook your shoulders and you immediately looked up at him again with teary eyes. “Did something happen? What’s wrong?” His voice filled with concern seeing your glossy eyes. 

He assumed it has something to do with your relationship. Because you always cry because of two things. It’s either about your mother or your boyfriend. You easily break because of these two things. He can count the times you have cried in front of him because of these two people you love in your life.

Is it your mother? Or did your boyfriend make you cry again? If it’s the latter, he might be speechless again. 

You inhaled a deep breath, both of your hands clutching on the hem of your dress. And then you released a shaky breath. A long one. “I just broke up with Semi. Again.” You could hear the audible sigh that came out of Terushima’s mouth. 

The man frustratedly pushed his hair back, hands gripping your shoulders firmly, in hope it would calm you down. “For god’s sake, Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you to stop going back to him? He’s no good for you. You should know that by now!” Terushima snapped, earning a few stares from people around you. 

As worse as it sounds, Terushima made sure to not be too hard on you at times like this. You are in a fragile state and making you cry is the last thing he wants to do. He has watched you living in your darkest times all because of your relationship. Support is what you need, especially from a close friend. But, Terushima is not exactly an idiot. He knows you deserve to get out of that toxic relationship.

Telling you “He is no good for you!” a thousand times does not make a change at all. Why bother trying? Terushima is tired of saying the same thing every single time you come crying to him. 

“Please! Just listen to me once,” Terushima carefully patted your head as you cried in his lap. His close friends saw that both of you needed some personal space so he ushered the others out of the living room. Terushima gave him a quick thumbs up, signifying a personal ‘Thank you’ for the gesture. 

You sobbed again. “You know how much I love him, right? No matter what happens, I’ll go back to him. You know that, right?” 

Terushima let out another sigh. He is a tiny bit disappointed in you for sticking with Semi even though he treats you like shit sometimes. Terushima knows, as much as he wants to blame Semi, he’s been a good boyfriend to you too. You must have been blinded by love. 

“You must forget him. No matter what. I have this if you want,” Terushima said and took out something from his jeans pocket. It was a roll of blunt. Your eyes lighted up but still weren’t interested in that.

“Shit, Yuuji. You know I don’t do that anymore. Give me something lighter than that. No, forget that. I just needed to drink!” With a heavy heart, you turned down his offer. You weren’t sure if you wanted to lose yourself that night on second thought. Who in the right mind would refuse a free blunt? Unfortunately, you did.

Terushima smirked. He knew you doubted yourself for a moment. As if you could resist a free blunt. This is the first time he ever heard you turning down his offer. He’s more than aware that you wanted to stay sober. Who knows what stupid stunt you’d pull by the end of the night? “Okay, fine. You can go grab your drink outside. You know where. I need to.. brb!”

You have never seen Terushima rush like he did just now. He must be off doing something risky as you saw another woman making eye contact with him. Terushima just gave you a knowing heads up and you instinctively rolled your eyes. You scoffed at him, “You lucky little bastard.” 

Right after Yuuji left, you made your way outside where the drinks were. Surprisingly, there were a lot of new faces. Perhaps your best friend has made new acquaintances through volleyball. The same thing that distracted Semi from you. But you couldn’t blame volleyball because it existed way before you entered his life. 

The red cups were all over the drinks’ bar. These people surely didn’t know how to self-service themselves at a party. Yuuji is going to wake up with a massive headache looking at all this mess tomorrow. You snickered at the thought just by imagining the pure terror on his face. After pouring yourself a drink, you isolated yourself from the rest of the guests. 

Grabbing a cup of drink wasn’t enough. You decided it’s best if you’d taken the entire bottle with you and sat down alone. In which you did until several guys came up to you and bombarded you with flirty questions. You just played along with the guys, knowing too well you can play this game and never getting emotionally attached. Because you only have your eyes on Semi Eita and no one else. 

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, catching you off guard. You looked at the man dressed in a leather jacket with a strong whiff of cologne. Yikes , you almost threw up smelling his strong cologne. 

“Do you want to dance?” the guy asked, whispering in your ear. Good enough to send shivers down to your spine. “Sure,” you said with a flirtatious smile flashed on your face. At this point, you were sure you were too tipsy to turn down anything. His offer to dance with you seemed like a fairly good option to take Semi off your mind for a while. Maybe just one night won’t hurt.

The song lured you to dance with all of your might. The guy was good at dancing too, surprisingly, and so did you. The rest of the crowd were looking at how ridiculous you guys were grinding on each other. You were giggling, like a total drunkard. Meanwhile the guy was enjoying himself having a pretty woman grinding on his almost prominent bulge. 

“Shit, not her, you dumbass!” you saw someone yanked the guy in front of you. Your vision was blurry, but you swore you saw Terushima pull the guy away from you. Without realising you were half-yelling, you asked “Yuuji, what the hell?!” 

You almost crashed your whole weight on the floor but Terushima was quick to stabilise you. He ushered the guy away from you. “She’s off-limits, bro,” he said to the guy. 

Terushima pulled you away from the crowd. His buttoned-up shirt was left undone, knowing he just got down from doing dirty. He stopped his movement and gripped your shoulders firmly, “No. not him, Y/N. He’s not the person you’re looking for to down to fuck tonight. No, no, I can’t let that happen!”

Your face turned sour. Even though you were tipsy, you understood what he was saying. If Yuuji says no, it means no. You don’t have to ask him further, but you were stubborn. “Why?!” you screamed out loud and started wailing. 

Terushima was surprised to see you wailing, “Shit, Y/N. Are you really okay? You were never like this before!” 

You continued to wail out loud, not caring how the crowd was looking at you. Some of them were looking at you with a lot of questions going on in their minds. If there is anyone who knows you personally, you have to say goodbye to your reputation. 

Terushima had no choice but to bring you back inside to calm you down. He sat you on the couch. You almost passed out on his couch. Terushima sighed seeing your condition. Being a good friend he is, he stayed to look after you for a moment before he went back to his friends. But your stubborn self won’t stay still, so you went outside and grabbed another drink.

You chose to sit by the pool, gulping down the nth cup for the night, indulging yourself in sadness. Grabbing the phone in your hand, you checked your phone, and still… no responses from your ex. Letting out a loud groan, you scrunched the cup in your hand out of frustration. 

Thinking your life couldn’t get any miserable, you thought maybe it’s best if you just go home and sleep the night away. The moment you got up from the poolside, your body stumbled into a guy. Landing your face first on his chest. 

Slowly, you looked up to see that guy’s face. You were mesmerised by his beauty. His face is sculpted by God himself. He was good looking, has a toned body, and very stylish. He has a good fashion sense, you thought. The man was quite tipsy himself, but he made sure to help you from stumbling. 

“I’m sorry. You okay?” the guy apologised. His voice was deep enough to soothe your chaotic mind. The pair of dark green eyes staring down into your clouded gaze. You grinned, hand pushing your hair back and stared at him. 

“You’re so hot”, you mumbled with a raspy voice. It’s your drunk voice and lowkey, the guy was turned on by the sound of your voice. God, he was so attracted by your voice and your beauty. The same way you were mesmerised by his tanned skin and captivating eyes. He is the epitome of perfection and you stood by it.

“Let’s dance with me,” your hand played with the buttons of his shirt teasingly. The guy was flustered seeing your bold moves on him. Your arms were thrown over his shoulders, “Let’s dance, hm?” It was almost like you were seducing him.

He smirked and accepted your offer, instantly leading you to the dance floor. The song Boyfriend by Justin Bieber was playing in the background. You moved your body to the rhythm of the song, hands stilled on the stranger’s defined chest. Maybe he works out a lot. 

The stranger’s warm touch made you comfortable in no time. Your consciousness was lost in his touch because his hands never left your hips for the whole time on the dance floor. You snuggled in the crook of his neck. Somehow, his scent reminded you of Semi. The thought of it made you giddy. 

You left a kiss on the random stranger’s neck, causing him to groan softly in your ears. It was like a lullaby to your ears. So you found yourself wanting to hear more. Your lips trailed kisses on his neck and started sucking on it until it turned into purplish marks. 

“You wanted to do this, hm? Pretty girl,” the guy whispered with his raspy voice. He pulled you closer to his chest. You chuckled seductively and nodded. You looked up at him again, “Let’s do this, baby.”

The man smirked seeing your cute flirty moves. Before he could say anything, you took his hand with you and dragged him to Terushima’s bedroom. It’s the only place that keeps condoms in the house. So, to Terushima’s bedroom, off you go. Both of you hurriedly went to Terushima’s bedroom upstairs.

Being so lost in lust with each other, you kicked the door open and locked the door immediately. For sure you didn’t want anyone to walk in on you guys having sex in your best friend’s bed. The man couldn’t hide the grin he had on his face seeing how worked up you had gotten. 

He grabbed your jaw, cradling the sides of your face gently before kissing you like a starved man. You caught his lips and pushed him on Terushima’s bed. Both of you almost fell on the bed but the guy caught your body in his lap. He sat both of you on the edge of the bed before you pushed him on his back. 

The guy’s kisses tried to take your sanity away because of how good it felt. His lips were so soft like cotton candy… and it tasted so sweet, just how you preferred it. You broke the kiss and the guy found his chance to leave another mark on your neck. Craning your neck, your eyes looked up at the ceiling and found that Terushima left the red led light switched on.

“Ah, screw you, Yuuji,” you mumbled under your breath, not expecting the guy would hear you. 

The guy looked at you with a concerned look, “You know Terushima?” 

You nodded dizzily. “He’s my friend. Forget about him,” you groaned before you continued kissing him.

He pulled you on the bed, flipping himself over so he could be on top of you. He left wild kisses and hickeys on your neck that you quite liked. You moaned in pleasure, only because his touch was driving you insane. Damn, this is better than anything , you thought. It’s been a while since you’ve been sexually active and it’s crazy that this guy was making you feel all sorts of things in one night. 

Not a moment later, your dress was thrown on the floor, leaving nothing but high knee socks and lace lingerie on your body. After he undressed you, you took your time to undress him in return. Embarrassingly, you had to pause and take a sweet time to admire the drooling view of his abs and an obvious v-line.

“God, you are so sexy”, you mumbled cheekily. He scoffed and made his way down to your lower body without stalling his time. His touch was out of this world, you had to admit. It’s like you can never get enough of him and this thought is terrifying. You could get addicted.

“Shit, condoms!” you suddenly remembered. You know Terushima always keeps them in the nightstand drawer. Quickly, you opened the drawer and reached for it before tossing it at the guy. The guy caught the box with his hands perfectly.

“We’re drunk. Are you sure you will not regret this later?” the guy stopped to ask. His voice was full of concern. 

You nodded while your hands travelled to the back of his neck. You brought his face closer to yours. “I will never regret anything”, you teased.

He made you feel so good. Most importantly, he made you forget about your shitty ex-boyfriend just like you wished. The man nodded before he caught your lips in between his lips again. You wrapped your legs around his torso and the rest of the night was history because you passed out. 

You didn’t even realise you passed out on Yuuji’s bed after the little fun you guys had together. The man carefully covered your naked body with the comforter as he got up to dress himself again. 

He left the room and closed the door behind him. The guy didn’t even realise Terushima saw him coming out of his room. 

“Oh, Iwaizumi?” Terushima gasped when he saw the guy come out with his shirt left unbuttoned.

“Who were you with inside?” Terushima asked curiously. Well, he didn’t expect to see Iwaizumi coming into his room maybe because he was busy entertaining a girl in the bathroom. And, he didn’t see you anywhere that he almost thought you had gone home. 

The man named Iwaizumi looked at Terushima with blurry visions. “I think it’s your friend inside. Don’t go inside. She’s naked and sleeping,” Iwaizumi groaned, leaning one side of his body on the wall to stabilise himself. 

“Did you guys hook up?” Terushima chuckled in a playful manner. “ Screw you, Y/N. You scored yourself the best guy,” he thought.  

Iwaizumi couldn’t help but laugh at his words. By his reaction, Terushima knew you guys hooked up tonight. 

“Can you get me that Shittykawa to take me home? I’m too fucked up to walk on my own,” Iwaizumi asked for his help. Terushima immediately agreed as he helped Iwaizumi to get Oikawa for him.

You woke up the next morning feeling sore in between your legs and a spinning head. You let out a deep groan as you stretched your body before noticing the mess you guys have created from the night before. You chuckled, “You will never learn your mistakes, Y/N.”

Not wanting to be late to go home, you picked your clothes on the floor and put them on. You got out of Terushima’s room while yawning to find him in the house. “Yuuji, where the hell are you?” Your voice echoed across the house from upstairs.

“Bitch, come downstairs. You need to sober up!” Terushima yelled back in his booming voice. He was in the kitchen with soups he bought just now to sober you up.

You lazily sat on the kitchen stool while Terushima served you hot soup to cure your hangover. Terushima didn’t say anything about last night because you didn’t look like you wanted to talk. So, he chose to not ask any questions. 

And so, you forgot about the random guy you hooked up with that night and moved on with your life. With school starting, you had no time to reflect on your actions for the past week. You were worried about the new environment and new people. And now, here you were, standing in front of the new class at your new school, eyes widened at the familiar figure sitting at the back of the class.

“Fuck!” you cursed under your breath. “I’m sorry?” your homeroom teacher asked, mistaken that she didn’t hear you. It was the guy from your random one night stand at Yuuji’s party. “Shit, shit shit!” You cursed yourself mentally.

“No-nothing, Ma’am”, you apologised immediately. 

One thing that you wish you couldn’t do in life is to completely remember everything, even when you are drunk. Because you are starting to regret your decision from that night. 

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All of the words that possibly exist in the world have flown out of the windows the moment your eyes landed on the familiar figure. Black spiky hair and chiselled jaw. The man was sitting at the back of the classroom, holding a pen in between his fingers. You still remember the colour of his eyes from that night. And the same pair of eyes were staring back at you with a confused look on his face. 

You never expected you’d be put in this situation. Either this is a blessing or a curse, you are yet to figure it out. Your attempt at calming yourself down wasn’t a success either as you could feel your nails digging in your palms. Just take a deep breath , you thought. You inhaled a deep breath, but every time you did so, the memories from the night before flashed at the back of your mind like a broken tape. 

“Y/L/N, you can introduce yourself now,” your homeroom teacher took a step back so she could give you space. This year is your final year in high school, and you have been asked by your mother to move to Aoba Johsai. You quoted, “It’s near our new house.” At first, you were against her ideas but she said it’s an order not a wish. So, you obeyed.

And that brought you here right now.

“Hello. My name is Y/N. Pleased to meet you,” you finally introduced yourself with a clenched fist, only because it was out of awkwardness. As long as the moment passed. 

The whole class greeted you with a warm welcome. At least they gave you a reaction you did not expect at first. A warm welcome is very much needed especially being in a new space with new faces. Just then, your homeroom teacher assigned you to sit next to the pretty-faced boy who was grinning at you the entire time. He was waiting to talk to you since the moment you stepped into the classroom. 

You took your seat with a hesitant move. The brunette was looking at you with one of his hands tucked under his chin. “Hi. I feel like we have met somewhere,” he said with a grin plastered across his face. He looks oddly familiar. Where would you see this face? 

His statement made you furrow your eyebrows together. Did you know him before? You were sure you hadn't seen him anywhere in the past few days. And that made you wonder. Where else could he possibly see you? 

“Hi. Um, do I know you?” You asked. A part of you wished no one would talk to you today. Talking to other people can drain your social battery faster. And it’s only the first day of being in a new school. You certainly don’t want to use up your social battery that lasts only a day. Worse, a few hours. 

“You probably don’t know me but I am sure I know you. Hey, I saw you at Terushima’s party the other day! You were crying and wailing by the pool. What the heck happened there?” the brunette asked. 

Well, he did attack you with the embarrassing moment that you certainly wanted to erase from your mind. Good lord, how many other people remember you as the crying-girl-by-the-pool? There goes one point for messing up your reputation. Too much for keeping it a lowkey lifestyle. 

You inhaled a deep breath. “Oh so you were at his party the day you saw me. Well, I certainly didn’t expect anyone would remember me crying by the pool.” 

The brunette snorted a laugh. “Yeah, is it unfortunate that I remember you that way?” 

“If you said so,” you said as you turned your head to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. 

The brunette stared at you for a few more seconds while playing with the pen in between his slender fingers. He gnawed on his bottom lip, “Aren’t you going to ask me what’s my name? Since we are practically deskmates now.” 

That question made you hang your head low. Slowly, you exhaled a sigh and turned to look at him. “What’s your name, pretty-faced boy?” 

“I’m Oikawa Tooru. Well, nice to meet you, deskmate,” the brunette named Oikawa finally introduced himself and all. Well, he isn’t exactly a chatterbox but you wished he could stop asking you question after question. 

“You heard my name just now so yeah, nice to meet you too, Oikawa,” you flashed him a half smile. 

Oikawa hummed. By miracle, the brunette did leave you alone to pay attention to what was being said in front of the class. And for that, you thanked God for shutting his pretty mouth up. At the same time, you felt like something was burning a hole on your back. It was obvious who was staring intently at you. That guy from last night. Yeah, the one night stand you had at your best friend’s party. 

“Hey, Y/N. I couldn’t help but think why did you cry that night? You were practically wailing and yelling by the pool.  Did something happen? You just broke up, huh?” Oikawa asked mindlessly. 

He didn’t care what you thought of him. Oikawa needed an answer. It’s his first time ever seeing someone crying so much in public. The question was quite invasive but the man’s guts were telling him that you guys are gonna be close after this so might as well start it early. 

You shot the man a deathly glare. “Is it too late for me to ask the teacher to move my seat somewhere else? I can’t sit here.” 

Oikawa clicked his tongue, huffing out a soft laugh. “Relax. It won’t kill you to spare me an answer. Ease up, shortcake. It’s either you answer it or you don’t. We aren’t in the interrogation room.” 

Well, that made you bite the inner of your cheeks for being so defensive. Wait. You had every right to be defensive and secretive! Meeting new people also means to be cautious. Leaking any information about yourself is too early. 

“I’d be sure to tell you when we’re close enough, huh?” You quirked an eyebrow at Oikawa and he flashed you a nod with a grin all over his face. 

“I can’t wait ‘til the time comes!” Oikawa chuckled and he got his chair kicked from behind. 

“Lower your voice, shittykawa. Some of us are trying to learn here,” a raspy voice intruded the momentary silence between the three of you. 

You started to shift uncomfortably in your seat. He… seemed angry. Is that even the right term to describe the tone of his voice? Annoyed, probably. However, you never dared to turn your head and took a better look at his face. One time in front of the class was more than enough, considering how awkward it was. 

Oikawa laughed, dismissing his friend with a wave. “Oh, right. Y/N, here’s my friend. Iwa-chan, introduce yourself. Oh, don’t call him Iwa-chan unless you want to be headlocked by him,” Oikawa warned. 

“So, you like to be headlocked by him?” You posed a question to Oikawa with a curious look. 

“I’ve always called him Iwa-chan since we were kids so he better be chill about it. Oh, Iwa, come here and meet our new friend,” Oikawa hurried the guy behind your seat to come over. 

Iwaizumi shot Oikawa a glare. Has Oikawa always been this dumb or clueless? Has he lost the ability to read the room? Until then, he remembered that Oikawa was yet to know of your existence. 

Poor Iwaizumi. He was about to throw his trash in the dustbin in front of the class but Oikawa dragged him into introducing himself to you. Iwaizumi stood by your desk, being mindful to leave a gap that could make you uncomfortable. 

“I’m Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you,” Iwaizumi let out a sigh after he was done being a blabbering mess. 

You nodded your head, carefully tilting your head to look him in the eye. The moment you did that, your body turned hotter, your cheeks grew warmer. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too.” 

Oikawa watched the two people being so awkward right in front of him. Well, it seemed normal at first until he started sensing that the uncomfortable silence grew stronger. “Oh, Iwa-chan! Did you know Y/N was also at Terushima’s party the other night? What a small world!” 

Instinctively, you whipped your head at Oikawa. Of course his best friend knew you! But not in an appropriate way one would remember. The three of you are 18, what’s wrong with having sex as long as both parties consented to it? And why are you blushing like crazy trying to avoid Iwaizumi? 

You heard a sigh coming from Iwaizumi’s direction. The man was taller than you, maybe almost 6’0 but he’s quite tall to your liking. 

“Can you quit it, Oikawa? You’re making her uncomfortable,” Iwaizumi snapped before he returned to his desk just right behind you. 

You could finally breathe after Iwaizumi left your side. The three of you are 18 this year so there’s nothing wrong in being honest about having one night stand. You sighed. Okay, here it goes. 

To avoid suspicion, you leaned closer to Oikawa. “I kinda know Iwaizumi,” you started.

Oikawa leaned in, raising his eyebrows at you. “How so?” 

You shrugged, “Well… we hooked up on the night of the party.” Finally, a confession being made successfully lifted a burden off your shoulders. 

Oikawa almost choked on his breath. He started coughing and patting his chest to calm himself down. You didn’t even bother to help but watch him suffer the silent death. 

“So, you’re the girl he told me about!” Oikawa said before coughing again. “Wow, this is so unexpected. Straight out of Top Gun.” 

“What does Top Gun have to do with this?” You groaned. The mention of Top Gun surely was accidental but now that you think of it, it’s kinda similar except that you aren’t Iwaizumi’s instructor. That could be worse.

Oikawa clicked his tongue, “Well, I am sure you have watched it. I’m gonna be disappointed if you haven’t. Plus, you don’t have to worry about anything. Iwaizumi is not the type to kiss and tell. Your hookup is safe with him. And me!” 

“Uh, yeah. It’s kinda weird that we are in the same class. Worse, he’s sitting behind me. What else next?” You cracked your knuckles before meeting Oikawa’s eyeline. 

The brunette huffed, “Yeah. Super weird but that’s completely fine. Nothing to worry about. Things happen. Oh, right. I’ve been meaning to ask you this. Why did you move here? You’re in senior year.” 

Confessing about your hookup didn’t hold you back but answering this question for sure did. 

You bit on your lower lip, contemplating on telling him the truth or the fake story. Oh, screw it. 

“My mom thought it would be good for me so I just followed what she said,” you blurted out. ‘Followed what she said’ is incorrect. ‘Obeyed her orders’ is accurate.

Oikawa hummed knowingly. A habit of his that you picked only because he could not stop doing it. 

The teacher assigned a task for the class before the lunch bell rang. All of the students started keeping their stationeries aside, several of them taking out their lunch boxes. You looked around and stood up. 

“Hey, why don’t you join Iwaizumi and I for lunch?” Oikawa offered but you politely declined. It’s a tad bit awkward to hang around him. 

“Just because you guys banged the other night does not mean you can’t be friends!” Oikawa said mindlessly as he pushed his chair inside. 

You wanted to put Oikawa in a headlock for saying that carelessly. But, Iwaizumi stepped in and did that for you. 

Oikawa winced in pain, “Ah, it hurts, Iwa-chan!” 

Iwaizumi stared at his friend furiously. “How did you know, dumbass?” He knew you were the one who told him about it since he never really disclosed your details to Oikawa. Heck, he didn’t even know your full name and where you are from that night. 

“I did,” you confessed. “But, you don’t have to worry about it. Why didn’t you tell me you're going to Aoba Johsai?” you asked. To you, it might seem like an innocent question but to Iwaizumi, it felt like you pointed your fingers at him for not telling you. It’s not like you did the same thing either. What a hypocrite.

“Says the one who lied about her age too,” Iwaizumi raised one of his eyebrows at you, crossing his arms to the chest. Even when doing that, he looked stunning. Damn him. 

You gasped. “You lied about your age too, freak!” The one thing that irks you the most is when people blame you for the exact same thing that they do too. Like hell you are going to let him off the hook in this argument. 

“We both lied. Why did you have to start pointing fingers?” Iwaizumi unintentionally raised his voice at you and that made your blood boil. You were angry. You meant it. 

You tried to stay calm and composed. “Since when did I start pointing fingers? You were the one who did it first. Should I remind you what you said just now?” 

Oikawa’s eyes widened watching the heated argument. He tried to step in between you guys but you pushed him aside, asking him to stay away. 

“Did you forget what you said? ‘Why didn’t you tell me you are going to Aoba Johsai?’ You asked me that question, knowing too well both of us lied about our age. Or are you that dumb to realise it?” Iwaizumi scoffed. It was too late to back out now. He did realise you were simply asking him a question but like he said before. It was too late to back out.

“That was a question, you fool!” You yelled. 

“So, no room to explain how that was your fault, huh? Right. I should have known a spoiled brat when I spotted one,” Iwaizumi scoffed, rolling his eyes at you– that made you feel small and weak. 

Oikawa stepped in again and thankfully this time he wasn’t pushed aside. “Whoa whoa, calm down both of you. What the heck?”

Screw him. “You tell your friend to calm down! He’s a fucking dumbass!” With that, you walked out of the classroom. Just when you thought your first day at the new school would be good, it didn’t turn out the way you hoped. 

Oikawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He peeked over to Iwaizumi at his side, “Aren’t you going after her?” 

Iwaizumi shot him a glare. “Fuck off. She’s not my friend, dumbass. You go after her.” 

Well, that was a strong reaction. Oikawa let out a deep breath as he watched his best friend walk away and disappeared down the hallway. It’s lunch break, he already knew where Iwaizumi would be at this hour. You, he wasn’t sure. 

Now, Oikawa is stuck between two of the most hard-headed people he has ever met in his entire life. 

Right after the lunch break ended, you returned to class slightly feeling better than before. Your anger has cooled down a bit thankfully. You had never met any random one night stand guys after the night you guys hooked up. This is your first time experiencing this. Considering that you guys were intoxicated that night, you thought that he’d be okay, but he clearly wasn’t. 

You had to face Iwaizumi to make your way to your seat. The guy has a sharp gaze that could choke people on their breath because you felt that. You couldn’t care less so you glared back at him. Oikawa was already in his seat waiting for you. The brunette straightened his posture as he waited for you to have a seat. 

“So?” Oikawa started the conversation. You let out an annoyed sigh, “What made you think you can ask me freely? I should charge you even just for talking to me.”

Oikawa was expecting an answer, hell, even an explanation from you for your disappearance all of a sudden earlier. But then he realised you are not a child. 

“Calm down, girl. Iwa-chan and you can make the perfect couple. Two hard-headed people. I can only imagine how crazy your relationship works,” Oikawa stifled a laugh before he noticed Iwaizumi was staring furiously at him. 

You buried your fingernails in the skin of your palms. “Oikawa, if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I swear to fucking God I would make you feel like you live in hell. I am not joking. Quit it!  We just knew each other. Oh my god, the audacity,” you groaned in annoyance. 

Your head was filled with other problems, added with Oikawa's sarcastic ass. Oikawa let out a soft chuckle just to annoy you more. You couldn’t handle the man anymore so you smacked him lightly. A loud groan escaped from Oikawa's pretty mouth, being the dramatic king he is.

“What did I just say, Oikawa Tooru?” you pinched the bridge of your nose, shutting your eyes closed as you gathered your composure again. 

Oikawa didn’t have any fears but now that he met you, he officially has one fear. Maybe he went too far. “Goddamn it already feels like hell. Okay, I’ll be quiet,” he pouted. 

If his intention was to act cute just so he could make you feel sorry for him, he was wrong. Definitely wrong. You irked at the sight, “Stop pouting. You are not five.” 

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold the laughter any longer. He cleared his throat awkwardly and tried focusing on the given task. Someone other than him can finally put Oikawa in his place. That man can be uncontrollable at times. 

You glanced over to Oikawa’s side. Surprisingly, he stopped pouting like you asked. “Good boy,” you praised with a sly grin on your face.

“Not gonna lie, that did turn me on a little,” Oikawa grinned sheepishly and you threw a fist on his arm. 

“Try harder, shortcake,” Oikawa smirked at you, refusing to surrender. “You better watch your back, pretty boy,” you replied.

The last bell of the day finally rang, signifying all classes had come to an end and a cue for the students to go home or even stay for extra curricular. You looked at your watch, sighing because it’s time to go home where you feel the loneliest. Without stalling your time, you packed your things inside your backpack, all ready to storm out of the class. 

Oikawa stopped you from leaving. “Hey, shortcake. Leaving already?”

You made a disgusted expression. “Call me shortcake one more time and I’ll make sure your balls are blue next.”

“Fine. Wanna watch us practice? You know… since it’s your first day here today,” Oikawa offered. He looked at your uneasy expression. Iwaizumi quietly listened to your conversation as he put his belongings inside his backpack. 

“Huh, I never knew playing princess castle is a sport here,” you rolled your eyes.

Oikawa clicked his tongue. You and your sarcasm. “We play volleyball, shortcake.” 

You almost groaned out loud just at the mention of volleyball. The sport that your one and only boyfriend, now ex, is playing. “Volleyball? Pass! Sorry, I prefer soccer and football. See you tomorrow, pretty boy.” 

“What’s wrong with volleyball?” Oikawa asked out loud but you were already out the door. He groaned and when he met his best friend’s eyes, he grinned. “I am not trying to take her away from you, don’t worry. I am not into any of my friends’ hookups.” 

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, “For God’s sake please just shut your mouth. Nothing good ever comes out of that mouth.” 

Oikawa laughed seeing Iwaizumi’s annoyed expression. He loves to annoy him to the point a hit here and there does not matter at all. 

“Any ideas why she doesn’t like volleyball?” Oikawa asked. Both him and Iwaizumi were on their way to the gymnasium before practice started. 

“She never said she doesn’t like volleyball. She only said she ‘prefers’ soccer and football. Get your mind out of the gutter, Tooru,” Iwaizumi grunted softly, only because he was annoyed that his best friend never stops talking. 

Oikawa gasped, “So you listened to our conversation? You do care!” 

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes again. At this point, it has become a habit. “You guys were in my earshot. Shut up!” He threw a punch on Oikawa’s arm and he winced playfully saying it hurts.

“Don’t be a baby,” Iwaizumi said.

Oikawa fake pouted, “I am your baby.” 

Iwaizumi gave him a death stare and started chasing the brunette down the hall. Oikawa’s mistake for even saying that knowing he’d get punched sooner or later. 

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It was only quarter before 8 in the morning when Oikawa started annoying the shit out of you. You almost, define almost, snapped at the brunette for even talking to you the first thing in the morning. Not that you hate him for no reason but people need to understand the concept of ‘no talking until I am finally awake’ the first thing in the morning. The concept is not really difficult to understand, in your opinion. Maybe Oikawa is a happy person in the morning, oh, who the hell knows.

“Get out of my face!” You tried to swat him away but he successfully dodged the hit. Oikawa grinned seeing your feisty antics as he tried to poke you using a pen on the second try.

Iwaizumi walked past the two of you, ignoring the early morning banter. His eyes remained plastered on Oikawa trying to annoy you the first thing in the morning. And then his gaze shifted to your side. His chest rose steady and slow as he examined the two of you from behind.

You yawned and lightly stretched your body, ignoring Oikawa who was sitting beside you. The guy was waiting for his time to poke your anger. You rolled your eyes at him before resting your head on top of your folded arms, face down on the table.

“Not getting enough sleep there, shortcake?” Oikawa clicked his tongue, yet slightly concerned because you looked exhausted. Yes, he noticed the weary look you had on your face. “It’s only the first week of the semester and you’re this tired? May God have mercy on ya.”

There was a momentary silence. Oikawa tipped his head at Iwaizumi and his best friend scoffed. “Not my problem,” he mouthed to Oikawa. As if he gave a fuck or two about you anyway.

Clearly you heard him but you chose to ignore him. Not until he shook your entire body with so much force. “Y/N, wake up!” Oikawa grinned as he shook your body with his hands but you were not budging. You just ignored him, kept your body still and tried to regulate your breath. Calm down, he is your desk mate was what you told yourself over and over again until he eventually stopped doing it.

Not a second after, the sound of your teacher’s footsteps filled the morning silence. “Y/N! The teacher’s here! Wake up!” Oikawa half-whispered. You immediately lifted your head and straightened your back before opening your mouth to say something.

“Ma’am, can I request something?” you blatantly asked with your hand raised in the air. The teacher looked at you and asked you to continue speaking. “I wish to change my seat partner. Can I do that?” You managed to ask that question without sparing a glance at your deskmate, Oikawa.

He looked pissed. It was as clear as day, judging from your peripheral vision, you could confirm it. Yes, Oikawa was pissed now that he felt you tarnished his good name in front of one of his favourite teachers.

Oikawa looked at you with a surprised look all over his face. “Hey! I’m fairly a good person, okay? Why did you want to change seats? I love being your desk-mate!” He just met you but he kinda likes sitting beside you even though you ask him to shut up most of the time. That is not stopping him from talking or annoying you in any way.

As if his words changed your mind, you shook your head at him. “You love to annoy me. Can you quit it? For the love of God, quit it before I move to another class.”

“I'm sorry, Y/N. You can’t change seats. Did Oikawa… offend you?” the teacher asked, because so far Oikawa has been a good student in her class. The kind of student that grabs most of the teachers’ attention because of his skills in volleyball and also in academics. Oikawa has outstanding grades despite being a captain in his volleyball team. His only crime is that he attracts a lot of girls’ attention, in and out of their school.

The brunette smiled at his favourite teacher, “Of course no, Ma’am. We were just having a small banter! It’s nothing serious, you can trust me.”

The teacher seemed to be pleased with his answer so she let it slide. The woman in her 30s continued to brief the topic for the day before eventually moving to teach the lesson. All of the students in the class started to prepare their notebooks and pens and you let out a long sigh.

It was a tad bit unfair, though. The way that teacher just let it slide but whatever, as long as you stay on her good side. You rolled your eyes at him, “Oikawa, you better behave before I start throwing hands. It’s only the first week of me being here! Don’t make my life harder than it already is.”

Oikawa thought you were kidding but you clearly weren’t. Your face turned dull the moment you said the last sentence. Your life does seem harder than it is, he picked on the clue. “Geez, I'm sorry. I meant it. Let’s get along well, friend.”

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Friend? What is he? Ten? But you didn’t want to prolong the argument so you put your ego aside. “Okay, let’s be friends and stop annoying me or else-”

“Yes, yes I know! You’re gonna start throwing hands if I don't stop. I have engraved your lines at the back of my mind, idiot!” Oikawa huffed in defeat, putting both of his hands in the air. You smirked, “Good. Now you know better than not to mess with me.”

Oikawa just rolled his eyes at you before you asked him to roll his eyes quieter. What did you mean ‘roll your eyes quietly?’ He wasn’t even talking or spouting any words! Looks like he can easily get on your nerves anytime he wants.

A solid 45 minutes into the class, the teacher let the students take a 5 minutes break. You took that chance to relax your tense shoulders and put away the stuff that you didn’t need in your drawer. In your peripheral vision, you could see Oikawa’s body was facing you.

Before he even knew it, you startled him. “What?”

Oikawa grinned sheepishly. “So, have you and Iwa-chan made up? Aren’t you going to be friends with him? He is a great guy,” Oikawa asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you with so much anticipation.

Iwaizumi heard the brunette mentioned his name and he dismissed his stupid question. He knew you’d answer it on his behalf whether it’s a negative or a positive answer. Either way, he knew better than to meddle whatever is being asked.

You let out a deep sigh. “Why do you care so much? Is he your boyfriend or something?” was all you could answer. Yes, you knew what happened yesterday was merely a misunderstanding from both sides. But, your ego was hurting. You let that man get into your head way too easily.

After you got home yesterday, you suddenly thought of a million clapbacks you could have said. “Ugh, he got it lucky!” You groaned.

Oikawa stared at you in disbelief. “What the heck did I just hear? Whatever. I was just asking because you know… we are classmates and whatnot. You have to see him every day too. Still not giving up?”

“You tell him to say sorry first and I’ll apologise. Case closed,” it was a finalised decision and Oikawa threw a paper ball at you.

“Case open. Both of you need to get your head straight and work out this misunderstanding. What a bunch of cowards,” Oikawa snickered.

Iwaizumi was hoping to open his mouth but he realised he needed to be the only sane person in this group. “Says the one who is being petty around that someone,” he voiced out his inner thoughts and Oikawa shot him a glare.

“How dare you?” He dramatically gasped, bringing one of his hands over his chest as if he was hurt by the snarky remark. Oikawa knew Iwaizumi was hinting about their junior from their middle school, Kageyama Tobio. He doesn’t really hate the kid but he just… gets annoyed at the sight of him sometimes. Sometimes.

You just shook your head and ignored the two of them.

During lunch break, Oikawa had dragged you and Iwaizumi to the dining hall together with their other two friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki. You were informed that they are in the volleyball team too.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You’re the new student, right? Oikawa couldn’t stop talking about you, so did the guys in my class. Huh. What a bunch of weirdos,” Hanamaki said as he offered his hand to shake hands with you.

You let out a chuckle, “Why would they talk about someone they barely know? You know what, it doesn’t matter. And, why did Oikawa boast about my presence here? He is such a creep.”

Oikawa pretended he didn’t hear you just say that. Truth to be told, he was just feeling giddy that Iwaizumi’s one night stand is his new desk mate. Who would have believed that such fate could happen to one of his closest friends?

Iwaizumi spotted the sly grin on Oikawa’s face and smacked him on the back. At this point, it can be called a reflex to when Oikawa is acting like a kid.

“Ow! That hurts!” Oikawa whined, causing Hanamaki and Matsukawa to burst into laughter seeing their captain winced in pain. Both of them have gotten used to the childhood best friends quarrelling.

As you remember, Matsukawa said that Iwaizumi’s sole purpose is to humble Oikawa and put him in his place every time he’s out of control. Huh, that’s an interesting fact that you have learned ever since you stepped foot here.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki instantly made you feel comfortable! You realised that it’s easy to click with them in no time rather than hanging out with Oikawa and well, Iwaizumi. Maybe because of what happened the day before.

“Oh, right! Shoot! We forgot to ask, how was Terushima’s party the other day? We heard it was dope as usual!” Hanamaki or also known as Makki– just like he told you, asked out of the blue.

Makki and Mattsun know him too? Ugh, this is not going to end well. Slowly, you let out a sigh. This topic again? When will this end? How would these two react if they found out?

Oikawa smirked when his eyes met yours, “It was cool. I didn’t expect Y/N is actually Terushima’s childhood best friend!”

You knew Oikawa was hinting something else and it made you feel like pulling all of your hair out. You couldn’t help but shoot a glare at him while cursing him in your mind for 10 seconds straight.

Just… Please don’t let anyone other than these people find out!

“Really? Wow, Y/N. You must be famous at your old school too!” Matsukawa complimented you, but somehow it didn’t sound like it in this situation. If only he knew how humiliated you were on the night of the party.

However, you just smiled through the pain of the reminder.

“Didn’t Iwaizumi hook up with someone that night?” Matsukawa bluntly asked, making you choke on your lunch. There it was. That one ticking bomb waiting to explode anytime. Your eyes widened after hearing his question. Just- oh god, just when the hell did the information leak out so fast?

And then it clicked. There is only one person on your mind. You hurriedly looked at Oikawa who was grinning shamelessly. He bit the baby carrot while exchanging looks with you.

“For fuck’s sake. Let’s just forget about that. I swear to God if any of you bring that up again, I am going to throw hands,” Iwaizumi, who was silently eating his lunch, finally opened his mouth to speak. In his mind, he was silently begging that his friends will finally shut their mouths. He did regret telling Oikawa about hooking up with a random stranger on the night of the party.

In his defence, he was quite tipsy when he told him after they returned from Terushima’s party.

Again, Oikawa grinned cheekily. “Aw, look at you picking up her favourite phrase.”

Iwaizumi poked his tongue in his inner cheek, a sharp gaze staring at the brunette’s face. He didn’t mind the mindless teasing but when Oikawa started to play it like that, he grew uncomfortable. What’s his play here?

You could feel the pulses in your temples before slowly letting out a deep sigh. The only people who knew about your one night stand with Iwaizumi as of right now are Terushima and Oikawa only. You hoped, emphasis on hope, that no one else will know about this.

Iwaizumi accidentally met your eyes and you hurriedly shifted your gaze elsewhere. Damn it. Even the littlest thing is making you sick to the stomach. Not because you hate him but the butterflies that he gives you when he looks at you with that pair of hella sexy eyes.

Luckily, the conversation about Iwaizumi and his hookup was left to die. You couldn’t be more thankful that they let it slide.

In class, you couldn’t even focus on what the teacher was saying. You were busy thinking about the person who is sitting behind you. Yes, you were thinking about apologising to Iwaizumi for the misunderstanding. That guy is not that bad, right? Sure, you guys got off to a rough start but you were sure he would rather discuss it in a good manner.

Okay, let’s do this. For the sake of meeting him every day in class, you put your ego aside.

So, the plan was to apologise after the classes ended. As you guys were about to leave the class, you stopped Iwaizumi in his seat. “Hey, can we talk privately?” you asked carefully, in case he went batshit crazy. Iwaizumi is not a hot-tempered guy, he’s just more likely to snap if someone accuses him wrongly.

“Sure,” he agreed.

Oikawa gave both of you guys an approving look. “You guys better not throw fists on each other’s face. Don’t want anyone to get hurt, do we?”

Iwaizumi groaned before asking Oikawa to head to the gym first without him.

You walked outside of the classroom and Iwaizumi followed you to the isolated corner in the hallway.

Your steps halted before turning to look at him. “I just wanted to say sorry for my nonchalant behaviour the other day. I know I shouldn't have said that to you. I also feel like it’s both our faults for lying to each other. Let’s just pretend nothing happened and be friends, yeah?”

You let out a deep breath after talking non-stop. Well, your apology wasn’t so bad.

Iwaizumi’s dark green eyes bored into yours, unknowingly giving you a disapproving look. The man cleared his throat. “I wanted to apologise too. Uh, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I believed you were simply asking me but I took it the wrong way. My bad. Yeah, let’s just pretend nothing happened and be friends.”

His words made you feel relieved! If only he knew that because he just put you in a roller coaster of emotional ride.

Both of you looked at each other and awkwardly laughed. You grinned, “Good. Now, go to your practice before Oikawa finds you here!”

Iwaizumi let out a chuckle, it’s your first time hearing him chuckle sincerely and not in a sarcastic manner. Surprisingly, it’s quite nice. “Hey, why don’t you drop by sometimes? It’ll be great, you know.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thanks for the offer but no, I've had enough of volleyball actually. It is not boring, it’s just- uh, I don’t know how to explain this, but I sorta have a bad relationship with volleyball. Did I say it right?”

Again, Iwaizumi gave you a weird stare. He chuckled. Again. And you smiled hearing it. Good. Now you look like a fool for smiling too much.

“A bad relationship with volleyball? What’s up with you?”

You chuckled nervously. You weren’t ready to tell him about your complicated relationship with Semi Eita and what happened between you guys. “It's nothing, really. I have nothing against volleyball if that makes you feel better.”

You paused. “So, we are good, right?”

Iwaizumi gave you a quick nod. “Yeah, we are good. No worries. I’m not the one to hold grudges.”

“Great! Me either. I have to go home. See you tomorrow, Iwa!” You excused yourself and started to feel your heart pounding. Oh no, what is this feeling? You started to panic as the pounding started to get louder, each pound accompanying your steps.

Iwaizumi looked at you taking off in a hurry. He shook his head looking at you, not having a single clue why you were behaving weirdly. This is his first time hearing someone sort of have a bad relationship with volleyball.

“Is she really the person who seduced me the other night?” he thought to himself. You were completely different on that night. It’s like two different worlds.

Without him knowing, a smile formed in the corner of his lips. He tried to ignore it but a part of him just… couldn’t.

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How could you put your thoughts into words? To simply put, you’re thankful that everything went well between you and Iwaizumi after apologising the other day. After the both of you reconciled, the three of you had become friends. Yes, Oikawa was the most delighted when he first heard about it. What is the big deal about this anyway? 

One thing that you didn’t really favour, it’s the guilt for turning down their offer to visit them during practices, especially since they had this hopeful look on their faces hoping you'd come and watch them play. You felt bad, truth to be told. 

“Sorry, pretty boy. I have homework to do,” you gave him a fake sympathetic smile and the brunette just rolled his eyes at you. Oikawa knew too well it’s your another excuse to not come with them. But, he knew he shouldn’t push you into doing something that you didn’t want to do in the first place. 

Days passed by, Semi still hasn’t texted you and it drove you insane, somehow. You assumed he was busy since this year is the final year of high school. However, your ex wasn’t really the type to indulge himself with books just like you did. He always calls you "bookworm" because you like to read books. But, he once told you he likes that about you because it makes you look smart. And for that, you love yourself for loving reading because it makes Semi happy. 

If he's not busy with his studies, he must have been busy with his volleyball. Yeah. The latter seems like it. Shiratorizawa is a powerhouse school that has been to the national level for several years now. 

Just the thought of him made you crumble on the floor completely. You missed him so much. Just thinking about it shatters your whole heart that you worked so hard to mend before. Sometimes whenever you’re tipsy, you’ll subconsciously text him about how much you have been missing him. He'll reply not a second later saying you should go to sleep and sober up. You wish he would be more caring instead of telling you to take care of yourself more. "Actions speak louder than words", is a saying that you have always held onto.

How could you speak your thoughts and feelings to Oikawa about not wanting to watch their team practice? Volleyball reminds you of Semi in so many ways. And because of it too, your relationship drifted apart. It’s… just painful even if one would think it’s childish and rather petty. Maybe someday you’ll be able to explain to your friends. 

Right after school ended, you were stranded outside of your school because of the pouring rain. The rain came all of sudden, leaving you no time to run to a sheltered place. You cursed yourself mentally when you forgot to bring your umbrella with you. The day you were supposed to get homework done was wasted at school. All because of the sudden rain and your tough luck of being stranded.

You knew the rain was going on for quite some time because Iwaizumi spotted you sitting alone while watching the rain. He was on his way to their club room to grab some old equipment when he saw you. 

“Oi, Y/N. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home?” Iwaizumi asked, his footsteps dragging him closer to where you were sitting. He noticed your body was shivering because of the pouring rain and the chilly weather. Like you said earlier, it all happened in the blink of an eye. It was sunny at first and then it started raining. 

Slowly, you turned your head and there you saw him. The thought of some cursed spirits lingering around was quickly eliminated when you realised it’s actually him. You let out a relieved sigh. 

“Uh, I’m stranded in the rain and I forgot to bring my umbrella! The rain doesn’t seem like it will stop any time soon!” you whined. 

Iwaizumi looked at your shivering body once again. He then looked at his volleyball jacket he was wearing, “Hey, aren’t you cold?” he asked, his voice full of concerns. He might be tough, and serious looking all the time, but he is still a human with empathy. He knew when he should step in and shouldn’t. 

You looked at him and let out a chuckle, “Yeah. I'm quite cold, but I'm fine though.” 

“What a bad liar. No, you obviously aren’t fine. Let’s get to the gymnasium where the heat radiator is on,” Iwaizumi made a deal. His tone was indicating he was not in the mood to negotiate. It’s raining and your school uniform was almost drenched! 

You sighed, not ready to decline his offer but it had to be said. “No. I don't want to. It’s okay, Iwa. I can wait out here.” You just didn’t want to burden him for taking care of you. At the same time, you weren’t going to risk your health by walking in the rain and catching yourself a cold the next day. Though his offer was the good choice but you just didn’t want to burden him, that’s it. 

“Why are you so stubborn? Come on, let’s go inside,” Iwaizumi said, refusing to deal with your stubbornness. He saw you were about to open your mouth but he quickly took your hands with him. You were taken aback by the skin touching but he didn’t say a word about it. The man dragged you with him carefully, ensuring you wouldn’t trip all the way to the gymnasium. Your legs had given up on your pace and just followed the man’s pace. 

When he opened the gymnasium door, all eyes were on both of you. Every head turned the moment the door was opened and a gush of outside’s cold air rushed in. You hung your head low while your hands tugged on Iwaizumi’s jacket. You grumbled softly — loud enough for him to hear you, “I told you I don't want to go with you. Now, they’re all looking at me!”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at you. Clearly, he didn’t want to deal with your whining right now. He was looking out for a friend. That’s all. It would make him less of a human if he left you alone in the cold. 

You heard the rushed footsteps approaching you, and it was none other than Oikawa himself. “Ah,shortcake. It’s about time you came to our practice! To what do we owe this pleasure?” He grinned from ear to ear, both arms on his side. 

Ugh, shortcake. Why the heck is this guy so obsessed with the nickname? In all fairness, you weren’t enjoying the nickname he gave you. A girl in your class said that you are lucky to be called that. What is that supposed to mean? Lucky? 

You rolled your eyes slightly at him, “Iwa dragged me here. I was stranded in the rain and he just came to get me here.”

Oikawa huffed, “That’s so sweet. Oh, don’t worry. You can sit on the bench, our coaches really don’t mind someone’s watching our practices. I'll just tell them you are Iwa-chan’s girlfriend!”

You looked at Oikawa in disbelief, meanwhile, Iwaizumi smacked Oikawa's arms as hard as he could. Oikawa whined in pain but he’s so used to getting hit by Iwaizumi a lot. It didn’t really hurt as it used to. Plus, it wasn’t really that hard. Oikawa then winked at you before he left for practice.

Iwaizumi then threw his jacket at you. “Wear this if you’re still cold” was all he said before he got back in the court. Not drape, but throw. He basically threw his jacket on your face and your vision turned black that it turned you speechless by his action. 

A small scoff escaped your mouth as you watched him take long strides to get back to his team. You spotted the bench Oikawa was telling you earlier and headed to the seat. It was awkward to make yourself comfortable in the new place. Iwaizumi’s jacket has a faint smell of mint and bubblegum. You couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the tough guy eating bubblegum. It’s so unlike him, given his exterior. But you still held onto his jacket on your lap the entire time you were watching them practising.

While enjoying yourself watching them train, a thought crossed your mind. “How would they react if they knew your ex-boyfriend is their opponent they can’t win against?” It’s conflicting! You brought your hands to your face while trying to remain calm. Semi was your ex-boyfriend and that won’t be a problem, right?

The practice ended at 7 and everyone went straight to clean up the court. You felt guilty for not doing anything, so you approached one of them and asked if you could help. The kind junior told you it’s okay but you were stubborn. At last, you helped him to keep the ball bins in the storage room.

Later on, Iwaizumi walked into the storage room and bumped into you. “Oi, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to sit on the bench?”

You scoffed, “I felt bad just sitting around doing nothing so I offered them my help. It doesn’t matter at all, Iwa. Oh, do you think the rain has stopped? Because I really need to get home.” You looked at him with a sympathetic look. 

Iwaizumi examined your expression. Looks like you really had to go home as if your life depended on it. He then shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. Why don’t you go outside and take a rain check?” 

He turned his heels around and to his surprise, the door was closed. Weird. The door was left slightly ajar earlier. In panic, he turned the doorknob and guess what? It was locked because the door could only be opened from the outside! God, who the hell did this at this godly hour? It was getting late and he needed you to get home safely. 

Iwaizumi tried turning the doorknob again but it remained locked. He didn’t have his phone with him, neither did you. You panicked because you were trapped in this small room with Iwaizumi. The awkward tension is just indescribable between both of you. 

“Did they think we left early?” you spoke up, trying to figure out why the door was locked in the first place. Maybe it's broken? Ah, who the hell knows. Right now, the probability of not getting out is very high. And the chances of not getting home are high too, which is worse. 

Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders, groaning in frustration. “Maybe. God, I don't have my phone with me. I left it at home. How about you?”

You shook your head. “Me neither! My phone is on the bench… and it's silent too.” 

“There's no way we can break this door, right? It's the school’s property. I’ll be penalised for it,” Iwaizumi tried to figure out something as he tried turning the doorknob once again.

You shook your head once again, “No, we can’t break the door. You always go home with Oikawa, right? He must notice that you’re missing. Let’s just wait until he comes here and rescues us.” 

Oikawa, on the other hand, thought both of you guys had left together without him. He walked home without even thinking of checking on Iwaizumi because the brunette really thought that he had gone home first. Oikawa’s always the last person to leave the gym and the club room. And when he didn’t spot Iwaizumi anywhere, he assumed his friend left early. 

You sat on the cold floor, not bothered to look at Iwaizumi as you had given up on escaping the storage room even though it was quite dusty and stuffy. You looked around to try finding an exercise mat so you could lay down comfortably. 

“Ah! There it is!” you exclaimed as you spotted the exercise mat. You grabbed it and laid it on the ground. Iwaizumi’s eyes were trailing your every movement. He found it extremely appealing that you managed to stay cool in a situation like this. If he were to trap alone, the door would be broken in a split of a second. But he’s with you, at least he is not alone.

“Just take the exercise mat if you want to sit on the ground,” you said as you pointed your finger to another exercise mat. Iwaizumi just nodded as he grabbed another one and laid it in front of yours. He stared at you and you cocked your eyebrows at him. 

“How do you even manage to stay cool when we are trapped in this place? I am surprised that you are adapting… well,” Iwaizumi asked, not understanding how you managed to play it off as if nothing happened. He was panicking inside but he didn’t want to terrify you furthermore. The urge to become a bigger person was too strong, so he tried to play it cool. 

His question made you snort a laughter. “I don't know. Maybe it’s better to be in here rather than being in a place you want to run away from, don’t you think so?” 

Iwaizumi frowned, “What do you mean? Weren’t you the one who was asking to go home all the time? It’s like… your life depends on it. Why the rush?” 

You scoffed, “What… No! I never went home straight after school. I went to- uh, work.” 

Lies! You weren’t working any part-time jobs, it was all a ruse. The truth is, you never went home straight because you wanted to feel less lonely, so you made your way to the park and stayed there doing your homework. 

“Are you working part-time?” Iwaizumi asked, as he noticed your eyes wandered around the storage room while you were saying something.

Your words came to falter. “Uh. no, actually. Sorry, I lied just now. I- uh, never went home directly after school because my mother is rarely at home. She's a surgeon, by the way. I'm an only child, so you can imagine how lonely it feels.”

Iwaizumi understood your situation. He is an only child himself, but his parents are always there for him. He must say that his parents are the most supportive people in his life and he’s always thankful for that.

"How about your father? Is he rarely at home too?" Iwaizumi asked. He looked at your once delighted face and turned sour. Did he ask you the wrong question? Crap. Why didn’t he think of it sooner? He noticed that you never mentioned anything about your father. 

"My dad passed away a few years ago," you mumbled softly, your lips forming a small smile trying to not be sad over the fact that he's long gone and left you alone in this cruel world, all helpless without any parental guidance and your mother was emotionally unavailable most of the time.

“I'm sorry. I-i didn't know that. So, um, your mother is a surgeon? You must be good at studying, then,” Iwaizumi complimented. He was nervous if he couldn’t find the right words to say. You smirked at his compliment, “Not really. My mom and late dad really want me to be a doctor one day, even though I feel like I don't want to.”

You paused for a moment, it feels weird to open up to Iwaizumi all of sudden. He didn’t know a thing about you before this moment. No one ever knows except Yuuji and well, Semi. You let out a soft chuckle, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so vulnerable with you.” 

Iwaizumi shook his head, assuring you that it was fine. “I don't really mind if you want to share your stories with me. I'm a great listener, by the way, even though I can't do much. The best I can do is to listen, right?"

You smiled bitterly. That’s how you opened up to Semi once ago. But now it was all in the previous pages either left to be forgotten or left to be in your mind forever. 

“May I know why I feel like you hate volleyball?” Iwaizumi asked. “No offence! I just felt like it. No pressure to answer, though.” 

You gave him a scoff in return as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck. His question was on pause for a moment. “Don’t judge me for whatever I’m about to tell you,” you warned.

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows and nodded. He isn’t a judgemental person. He’s the type of guy that practices you do you, i mind my own business. 

“Good. Okay so, my ex-boyfriend plays volleyball. He asked for a breakup because he told me he wanted to focus more on volleyball and his studies, even though I told him it doesn’t matter between us,” you explained. Iwaizumi was getting along with you so far, so he asked you to continue. 

“I don't hate volleyball. I just… feel devastated that my ex-boyfriend chose volleyball over me. But I understood his passion for it. It’s just, uh, we have become distant ever since then,” you added.

Iwaizumi nodded as he understood your situation. In his defence, he knows a guy who prioritises volleyball over anything and he can view it from both sides. “So, your ex goes to which school? Who knows if I know him.”

You let out a nervous chuckle and cleared your throat, “He goes to Shiratorizawa Academy. He plays the setter if I'm not mistaken.” 

His jaw dropped as soon as you told him. “Wow, that’s just- unexpected. Is his jersey the number #3? I forgot his name already. Wait a sec, oh! It’s Semi isn’t it?”

Bingo. Iwaizumi knows your ex-boyfriend and even knows his name. That just proved how strong the rivalry between these two schools. 

You nodded, “Yeah, his name is Semi Eita. You knew him?”

“Of course, who wouldn’t? Shiratorizawa is like our greatest rival. If oikawa knows this, he would be enraged!” Iwaizumi scoffed, feeling funny at the sudden thought of Oikawa throwing fists once he finds out about your ex, Semi.

The guy he quotes unquote, so popular among the ladies. Perhaps the brunette was just jealous. 

“So, what happened between you guys, if you don’t mind telling me?” Iwaizumi asked, only because you looked moody. He assumed you wanted someone to just listen attentively.

You sighed. “We broke up on the day we met at the party. That's why I went to the party and you know- hooked up with you. Ah! That was so uncalled for. One thing about my relationship with Semi is, I’ll always go back to him when he looks for me. It’s like a magnet, I'll never be able to leave him. It’s kind of tiring when every time we argue, we’ll always end up..you know... having sex. It's frustrating because I feel like we’ll never have closure. God damn, I'm so sorry Iwa. I shouldn't have told you this.”

You wiped the single tear that rolled down on your cheek with the back of your hand while laughing awkwardly.

Iwaizumi scoffed, it is so unlike you to apologise so many times. “You don’t have to feel sorry. It’s not healthy for things to end up not having a proper closure, you know?”

You nodded, agreed with his opinion. You let out a deep sigh as you brought your hands to cup your face. “Don’t get me wrong. Our relationship was so rocky way before the day we broke up on the day of the party. He barely talked to me for the past few weeks and asked for a break up out of the blue. Which is why I was so fucked up that night.” 

Iwaizumi pitied you, really he did. He didn’t know how to comfort you right at that moment. He went through a patchy break up too and he was a mess for the first few weeks. It was hell. Every second of it was a disaster. He didn’t know how he managed to get back on his feet and continued as if his ex didn’t even exist. 

You looked up at him and burst into a soft chuckle, “I can't believe I ended up telling you about my secrets. Don’t tell anyone, will you? I have a reputation to take care of.”

Iwaizumi burst into laughter as he heard you made a joke at the end of your sentence. “No, I won't tell anyone.”

You gave him a small smile. “Tell me about yourself, dude.”

Iwaizumi burst into laughter again, feeling embarrassed when you called him ‘dude’. “Where do I start?” he asked before beginning talking about himself and his family. Not to forget to add about his friendship with Oikawa and how he always puts him back in his place. 

In your opinion, their friendship is something that you admire. The kind of friendship you wished you had with the same gender. Yuuji is all about the good and fun friend, but he doesn’t really get girls the way that girls get girls. Sometimes it’s frustrating to explain how you feel just so he could understand what you are trying to say. Maybe being boys is easier because they tend to bottle up their emotions and let it be. 

You excused yourself to stretch your body and Iwaizumi allowed you while he continued telling you about his family. Sitting on the thin mat gave a sharp pain on your ass so you opted to stand in front of him while leaning your back against the wall. Iwaizumi didn’t want to be disrespectful so he got up too, following your lead. Except that he chose to stand across you so you guys could see each other eye-to-eye. 

You were lost by the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice. You found him very charming. He's manly and sweet. You felt like you could go on with your day just by listening to his voice. By the sudden realisation, you finally came back to earth. Bringing a hand to your face, you finally snapped out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Iwaizumi asked after he caught you slapping yourself in the face a few times. You nodded nervously, hoping he didn’t notice you were staring at him the entire time. 

Both of you exchanged looks for a while. The air in the atmosphere turned thicker and weirder . The kind of air that just drives you crazy and makes bad decisions. 

You didn’t know what had gotten into you at the moment— blame it on the air, you purposely leaned in and kissed Iwaizumi on the lips. Iwaizumi, of course, was taken aback by your sudden action, but he didn’t pull the kiss away. Instead, he pulled you onto him. It felt different this time because both of you were sober, not intoxicated like the other night.

His tongue grazed over your bottom lip softly, asking for entrance. You let his tongue roam free in your mouth. God, did it feel good. Your hands travelled to his ripped back. His thin jersey enabled you to feel every inch of his back muscles. Iwaizumi’s hand was on your neck while the other hand was gripping your waist, holding you for support.

“Do you want this?” Iwaizumi’s raspy voice filled your ears and sent shivers down to your spine. You locked eyes with him, gulping away the nervousness. “Yes, Iwa. I want you.”

Those three words are deadlier than the other three words. Iwaizumi couldn’t resist you either. There was an indescribable feeling between both of you that seemed to get lost over time and all of a sudden, you guys were kissing each other. What would other people call this feeling? Sexual tension? 

Iwaizumi held you against the wall, your hands gripping on his shoulders while your legs hugged his waist tightly. His passionate kiss went back to kissing you and sucking on your neck, leaving deep purple marks all over your neck and shoulder. 

You couldn’t care less about the marks. They could be covered up by concealers. Right now, your focus was on the man supporting your body against the well. You moaned in pleasure, “Ah it tickles, Iwa!”

You could feel Iwaizumi smirking in between the kisses. His hands slowly travelled to your thighs, causing you to elicit another moan in his ears. “What if they find us here?” you asked worriedly.

“It'll take them some time. Trust me, princess,” Iwaizumi assured before he trailed his hands over your thighs. His veiny hands gripped on your flesh and squeezed it, “Say you want me now,” Iwaizumi commanded. It was not a wish but rather a command. That alone was enough to make your knees tremble in fear. 

Your lips shook, “I want you. I want you to touch me, Iwa. I want you so bad. Please .” 

Iwaizumi could hear the slight tremble at the end of your sentence. Before he let you speak again, the man smirked in satisfaction as he got you to plead to him. Now you earned your pleas. His hand slowly pulled your skirt down to your legs and threw it on the floor. Your bare legs were brought up to his waist again.

“Strip,” Iwaizumi said with his raspy voice. He looked sexy with his swollen and red lips. You took off your school shirt with ease and threw your hands over his shoulders. Next, it was your turn to pull the hem of Iwaizumi’s shirt and take it off of him, revealing a well-toned set of abs. Your hands were quick to touch every inch of him.

“I feel like I've missed this,” you teased as you playfully traced his jawline with your fingers. Iwaizumi smirked but he yanked your hands away and gripped them above your head. He heard a loud gasp coming from your pretty little mouth. 

“Do not play with fire, princess,” Iwaizumi warned as he undid your bra. You gulped your saliva when you noticed his gaze turned dark. You went silent for a moment. 

“Good. You listen to me well,” Iwaizumi teased. His mouth reached down to your perky nipples. His hot breath fanned over the sensitive buds before wrapping his lips around your perky nipples. “Ah- Iwa!” you jolted at the sudden sensation. 

Iwaizumi grinned slyly at your whimpers. His hand fondled your breasts, licking and pinching your nipples with his index and middle finger. His mouth captured your nipple while his other hand fondled your breast gently. 

You were too deep in lust to be focusing on the locked inside the equipment room situation. Iwaizumi’s mouth was a heaven-sent. He was so great at it. 

“Have you always been like this with your ex, huh?” Iwaizumi groaned. Your mind wasn’t thinking straight, so you quickly said no, denying his words. Truth be told, you almost forgot how it felt with Semi once you got a taste of how it’s like with Iwaizumi. 

“How about this? Did Semi make you feel good like I do, hm?” Iwaizumi asked as he slid two fingers inside your wet cunt easily. No warning, nothing. He just slid his two fingers in your already wet pussy and it just glided without restriction. It’s like you were eager to have him.

Your body jolted a little as his fingers stretched you out. He rubbed his thumb on your clit, sending you over the edge, “Answer me, princess.”

“N-no. I fo-forgot how it feels like with him,” you answered, voice almost whiny and was barely audible.

Iwaizumi smirked. “Good answer, princess.” 

He lifted one of your legs, his fingers remained pumping in and out of your wet cunt. With a scissoring motion, his fingers curled deep inside your cunt as his knuckles bumped on your sensitive clit repeatedly. The friction made your toes curl, feet becoming colder each second. The tight coil started forming in your stomach and anytime from now on, you could have your first release. 

You moaned when you felt your orgasm building up in your lower body, “Shit, Iwa! I need to c-cum!” You dug your nails on his skin when he continuously thrust his fingers into your dripping cunt without stopping. He was eager at making you come and wouldn’t stop until your juice leaked out. 

“Cum all you want, princess,” he gritted through his teeth. His thumb circled your clit at a pace that made your head spin before a tight knot was felt in your stomach as the first orgasm wave hit you. The strong hit finally washed over you, instantly leaving you breathless. 

You let out a deep breath after it hit you. “Shit that was intense,” you murmured. “I want more, please, Iwa,” you begged. iwaizumi loves it when you beg for him.

You kissed him again, this time more passionately and sensually than before. Your hands moved to the band of his shorts and tugged it down for him to remove his shorts completely. When Iwaizumi finally removed his shorts, your hands slowly travelled to the visible bulge on his boxer. Iwaizumi let you enjoy your view for a while. 

“You are eager, don’t you?” you teased. Iwaizumi pinched the inner of your thighs as a punishment for teasing him. You winced in pain, but he wasn’t stopping you from going down on him.

Without stalling your time, you immediately got on your knees and pulled the band of his boxer down his legs. His cock sprang free that it slapped his lower abdomen. A soft chuckle escaped past your lips. Iwaizumi’s dick is healthy and god you weren’t startled by his girth. The red tip was beaded with precum, and you took the small matter into your hands and used your tongue to lick it clean. Iwaizumi slightly groaned when your tongue made contact with his cock.

“Do you like that?” you asked more as you held his hard cock in your hand. You hollowed your cheeks as you were taking his length slowly and you weren’t even halfway in. You almost gagged by his size. With a shallow breath, you tried to take his cock to the base with your mouth.

Iwaizumi gripped onto your hair as he fucked your throat. “Fuck. You feel so good,” you mumbled incoherently while trying to breathe through your nose. Your eyes were filled with tears and you were an absolute mess from deepthroating Iwaizumi.

He looked down and your doe eyes were staring up at him with tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. Your cheeks were full from his size alone. Drools were all over your chin from the corner of your lips. He would be damned if this view wasn’t turning him on even more. He just wanted to pull you and slam you against the wall before he fucks you senselessly. 

Then, you felt his body tensed, taking hints that he was about to reach his high. “I-i’m gonna come,” you heard Iwaizumi’s groan as you quickly pulled away from his cock and pumped his hard cock with your hand. He panted heavily, hands fisting around your hair. Your hand wouldn’t stop pumping his cock in your hand until the man finally gave in to his orgasm. Thick spurts of cum smeared on your face. Iwaizumi had to take note that it was his first time to cum on your face. Your eyes were shut but you used your fingers to lick the warm liquid on your face.

Iwaizumi didn’t let you catch a break. He then pinned you against the wall again with your legs hugging his waist for support. “Iwa, please. Fuck me,” you begged. The sexual tension was too hard to resist and there was no way in hell you would give up on wanting more out of him.

“How do you like it, hm, princess ?” Iwaizumi hummed. He thinks he loves calling you princess ever since the night of the party. He doesn’t know why… he just loves it. 

“Please, just fuck me however you want,” you cried. It didn’t take Iwaizumi too long to please you. He aligned himself at your entrance, his hard cock slowly penetrating your cunt. You cursed under your breath at how big he is.

“Ah- Iwa! Your dick… fuck it’s- so g-good!” you moaned as your wall was stretching around his cock, sucking him in just real nice and slow. 

“Did Semi fuck you like this before? Hm? Did he fuck you this good like I do?” Iwaizumi groaned. He didn’t know how it slipped his mouth. He just got a little bit angry that there was a man before him and worse, you love him. Fuck this feeling, Iwaizumi didn’t have time to deal with romantic feelings. This is just some stupid tricks his brain was trying to fool him. 

You shook your head while trying to catch your next orgasm. “N-no.”

Iwaizumi’s thrust was harder and faster than the other night. His pace could make you see the stars and send you to heaven. It was THAT good. The sound of skin slapping against skin and moans were filling the equipment room. Iwaizumi continued to relentlessly fucked your cunt. God, you made him lightheaded. “Your pussy is taking me well, princess. You’re desperate for me. Aw, look at how tight you are clenching around me,” he groaned again.

Dirty talks aren’t really your expertise, you may say. But, Iwaizumi was the opposite. He knows how to rile up his partner in bed… and outside of the bedroom. You kept nodding at his words, agreeing when he called you desperate. His name continuously slipped out of your mouth. "Fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good, Iwa" you moaned. Your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks on it until the next few days.

“Shit- I’m going to come,” you cried. Iwaizumi let out a soft groan, “Fuck, come for me, princess,” his thumb reaching for your clit and flicked on the bundle of nerves that let out a high-pitched scream from your mouth. 

Both of you were trying to catch your orgasms together as the pants were getting heavier by each second. To your defeat, you came first before the man came inside of you, painting your walls with thick cum. 

“Shit, condoms!” he cursed under his breath as he looked at you, panicked. “No worries. I’m on birth control,” you calmed him down.

He let out a relieved sigh as he pulled out after coming into you. “That was nice,” he said before putting his clothes back on. You nodded while trying to catch your breath. “Must admit that it was.” 

Both of you exchanged looks and laughed afterwards. “Are they seriously not coming to rescue us? And, Oikawa literally has no idea that we are trapped, isn’t he?” 

Iwaizumi chuckled. Sometimes, Oikawa can be dense and clueless so today must be it. “They will. Trust me. There’ll be someone who will rescue us.” 

You felt at peace after being assured. A thought crossed your mind and you pondered on it. “Hm, Iwa. This is a weird request, but would you be interested in being friends with benefits?” you asked bluntly.

Iwaizumi's jaw dropped upon hearing your weird request. Friends with benefits? He heard some people don’t really like how it turns out but Iwaizumi wants nothing more than just a sex without feelings involved right now. Maybe he can be okay with it. “With you?” was all he could say at the moment.

You nodded furiously. “Do you want to? If you’d like.”

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his neck nervously. He didn’t know what he got himself into but trying new things won’t hurt him either. “What do you think?”

“I think it has always been that way ever since we hooked up. Don’t you think so?” you exclaimed. Fun fact, you know you can’t let go of him for the casual sex which is why you proposed the idea of being friends with benefits. Other than that, you want less headaches from hooking up with random strangers. 

“If you think that way, then let’s be friends with benefits from now on,” Iwaizumi agreed. 

One mission accomplished successfully. You smirked at him, “Good!”

After about 2 and a half-hour of being trapped inside the equipment room, the patrol finally came to rescue you guys. He was making rounds when he saw the lights from the equipment room. He knew the volleyball team always switches them off before leaving. 

“I saw someone left their bags outside. I didn't know you guys were trapped in here. Are you guys okay?” the patrol asked as he unlocked the door for you guys to come out of the equipment room. 

Iwaizumi and you exchanged dirty looks. Both of you nodded saying you guys are fine. Hopefully, the patrol won’t suspect anything suspicious. 

“See you tomorrow,” you said to Iwaizumi as you parted ways with him.

He smirked. “Well, see you tomorrow too.”

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It has only been three weeks since your friends with benefits relationship with Iwaizumi started. Try to take a guess how many times he has wrecked you at this public property called school ? You have lost count but the sex with him is way too good to refuse him at times. Most of the time, Iwaizumi would come to your house where your mom was often away at work. So, you never really had the chance to go to his place yet. 

Friends with benefits relationship with Iwaizumi made you go feral at times. He’ll occasionally tease you here and there in class or in the lab, sometimes during lunch break in front of his friends. Name any place you guys haven’t touched yet, you have done it there at least once. Thank goodness no one has caught you guys red-handed. Yet .

This little rendezvous would be busted if the both of you aren’t being careful enough. 

Oikawa didn’t understand it at first since he thought you guys were becoming close, and he’s grateful for it. Until one day, he caught you having hickeys on your neck. It was pretty visible that it was freshly marked on your neck, though the collar of your shirt was doing a great job at hiding it. But, Oikawa has a sharp gaze. He knows a hickey when he spots one and this time, he is not wrong. 

“Hey, Y/N. May I ask, what’s that on your neck?” Oikawa pointed at your neck with the tip of his pen. He was curious if it might be a bruise but it was a hickey. His hunch is never wrong. 

Your eyes widened in shock. You felt the rush of terror coursing in your blood all of a sudden. Oikawa's question had grabbed Iwaizumi's attention as well. You quickly touched your neck, immediately feeling a sting. You hissed at the pain, “Oh, this? It’s allergy season. You know, bugs.”

It happened when Iwaizumi pulled you into the storage room while both of you were on lunch break. It wasn’t anything heavy, just a quick makeout and… light groping and some dry humping. God, you were shameless around this man. 

You rolled your eyes while cursing yourself mentally for not being careful. It's solely your fault for forgetting to double-check your neck after doing the nasty in the storage room. 

“Really? Does it hurt?” Oikawa asked as his eyes trailed to Iwaizumi, who had his head hanging low in a rather odd way. “Wait a minute. I sense something wrong here. Do you guys have something to tell me?” He cocked his eyebrows at both of you. He sensed something's off with Iwaizumi and you. He knew his guts were telling him otherwise. 

The way Iwaizumi was hanging his head low after he heard his question. It was odd! Oikawa knew both of you guys were not telling him something. Both of you guys turned to look at Oikawa and yelled, “No!” around the same time. Both of you looked at each other with a frowny face. 

Oikawa found it uncanny even more, looking at how startled you guys were, “Hah! Something is going on between you guys. Are you guys secretly dating?” He moved his pen to Iwaizumi's face and yours. He wouldn't have any problem with you guys if you guys happened to date in secret. He just wanted to know the truth, and all is forgiven! 

You couldn’t look at Iwaizumi as it will arouse suspicion. “No, we aren’t, Oikawa. And we will never date. Are you insane?” you were almost speechless at his accusation, but you tried to play it cool. You knew Oikawa wouldn’t give up unless he got the answer.

"We are friends. Come on. He deserves better, obviously!" you chuckled awkwardly. You flipped the pages of your book while pretending to check your answers. You could feel your heartbeat at a rapid pace that almost jumped out of your chest.

Oikawa glared at you, “I don’t buy it. Iwa-chan, do you have anything to say?”

“No,” a short and clipped response from Iwaizumi could shut Oikawa's mouth, but Oikawa trusted his guts. Something is definitely going on between you guys.

Oikawa wanted to figure it out. He was curious about it. “Did you guys, you know..” Oikawa's words trailed off as he wiggled his eyebrows to both of you with a cocky smirk. 

You looked at him while shaking your head, “No, Oikawa. Just no.”

Oikawa's lips formed into a thin line. His instincts were definitely right, and he will prove it. Sooner or later. 

The last bell rang, signalling that the class for the day had come to an end. Everyone was preparing to go home quickly, except Iwaizumi and Oikawa, because they stayed late for practice.

You packed your belongings as fast as you could. “I’m heading home first. Bye!” you bid goodbye, and without waiting much longer, you rushed home. Today has been a long day and you can’t afford staying late just so you can taste Iwaizumi. He is addictive, like a drug. You can’t get enough of him. Which is worrying because your relationship is solely based on sex. 

While you were on the way back home, your phone rang, and a familiar name appeared on your screen. “Semi”, you mumbled softly as you saw his name on your screen. You eventually stopped walking just to answer his call.

“Hello?” his sweet voice was heard on the other line, making you clutched onto the hem of your school's shirt. 

“Yes, Semi? How can I help you?” you bit your lower lip, trying to constrain your excitement in your voice. It's been so long since he last gave you a call. You missed his voice, his presence close to you. 

“Can we meet now? I’ll be at our usual hangout spot,” Semi asked. He wanted to see you because you thought he missed you. You really thought he missed you, judging from how his voice sounded. The truth is, that is not always the case in your relationship with him. But you can never outgrow the false hope. 

Your eyes gleamed in excitement. You could spare some time for him since you didn't have any important tasks for the day. 

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes," you agreed. You quickened your pace to the usual hangout spot. Semi’s lips formed into a small smile as he thanked you before ending the call.

Walking fast to your destination, your heart could not stop beating fast. It was singing merrily to celebrate the nth moment your ex wants you back! But, your mind was cursing you to prepare for another downfall. The two parts of yours were fighting one another— they fought so hard you forgot how deafening the voices in your head can be but you could not silence it.

Your heart and mind have given up on you entirely. It’s sad when another part of you wants the best for you but you… just refused it. 

You searched for the man in the crowd of people at the cafe. After scanning the crowds, you finally spotted him sitting beside the glass window with his usual go-to iced coffee. You walked towards him, and he welcomed you with a hug.

“How’s my best girl doing?” Semi asked. He burst into giggles after he discovered his question flustered your heart. The heart he toyed with or without him knowing. He's always loved the sparkles in your eyes every time he is with you. He could still see it in yours, but you could no longer see his... sadly . 

You cleared your throat and smiled at him, “I’m fine as usual. How about you? How’s my best boy doing?” 

When Terushima said you are a fool, you know he meant it with his whole heart. You will always be a fool for Semi Eita, a man who doesn’t know he’s hurting you in silence. You hate that you will come running to him when he needs you.

“The Inter-high preliminaries are coming soon, and I think you know that. I want to meet you. I missed you,” Semi mumbled softly, but it was loud enough for you to hear him. Your lips formed into a grin, your heart jumped in excitement when you heard that he admitted that he missed you.

You smiled at him, “I missed you too, Semi”, was all you could say. It's like your heart has given up entirely on you for betraying your feelings. 

Semi had asked you to get back with him because he finally realised that he couldn’t live without you and it was his “biggest” mistake to let you go. He eats up his excuses every. single. time. The most unfortunate part is that you seem to believe his words each time, even when you know it will have the same ending. 

Terushima once said that other people would have given up on this guy countless times, but you wouldn’t. You were stubborn, and you loved him too much that you let him hurt you over and over again. He can mistreat you as he pleases. Love indeed blinds people. You were one of love's victims. How cruel was it to torture your feelings by getting hurt by someone you loved dearly? Someone who loves you would never do this. This is not love but torture. But, beggars can’t be choosers. Emotional abuse can feel like love. You seek and seek for love in him but Semi can no longer give you the love you need. Or deserve. 

Ever since your dad left you, you seek love in men. The fondness and sense of security that come from men. You found Semi and just to be loved continuously, you let him treat you like this. Not his priority, rather an option he needs. The 11-year-old you would have called you a fool for letting yourself be treated like this but maybe she needs to see that life is not always rainbows and sparkles. 

You and Semi chatted for a while, giggling and laughing as if the break up never happened when in fact the break up happens almost too often. But, you felt your world was whole again when he got back together with you. Your heart was mended, your happiness returned. The sadness almost went away but it lingered. The sadness was buried away out of greed, a pure betrayal towards yourself. 

Semi looked at you. The heart that once grew warmer each time he looked at you was no longer warm. It was cold and stabbed with daggers for mistreating you whom he loved with his whole heart since two years ago. He could not let himself hurt you even more but his selfish desire to have someone he can seek love and affection from, outgrew his consciousness. 

“I’ll text you when I get back to my dorm,” Semi looked you in the eyes before he sent you away. He wished for the love he once had for you to come back to him desperately. He needed this time to be right, to be the way it was back then. He wanted your relationship to be normal again but he knew it won’t be the same as it was. 

You smiled at him. “Okay. Walk safely. Love you!” You said as you gave him a soft peck on the cheek. 

“Love you too,” he said with a forced smile. 

-

Oikawa saw you walk into the class with a bright face he rarely sees. You were smiling, surprisingly. You'd always come to class with a frowny look, or you never smile at anyone at all. So, he assumes you are not a morning person. He supposed you're in a good mood today. Great. But what made you smile? Oh no. Did you see someone getting punched in the guts earlier? That’s why you were smiling? 

“Y/N, what’s up with you? You look happy. Did something happen yesterday?” Oikawa asked. Being a considerate friend he is, of course, he had to ask you. He genuinely cared about you as a friend. But, he was also curious about the genuine smile you had on your face. 

Iwaizumi didn’t even bother to look at you guys as he was busy jotting down in his notebook. But, he was all ears. He owed Oikawa for asking you such a personal question you seem to dodge at certain times. 

“I got back with Semi,” you said. You thought it’s a good time for you to tell Iwaizumi that you had reconciled with your ex. You were clueless about how to approach Iwaizumi about getting back together with Semi. This is the best way you could think of. He wouldn't be mad, right?

Oikawa's eyes widened when you told him that. “What? Semi was the one who broke up with you, right? Why did you do that? Why did you get back with him? As much as I hate the fact that he goes to Shiratorizawa, I don’t think getting back with him is the right thing to do, Y/N! God, why are you so stubborn?” He let out a deep sigh as he grew frustrated with you.

The moment he found out that you dated Semi Eita, the setter from Shiratorizawa, he could feel his blood boil with rage. The betrayal , he dramatically said to your face. Oikawa was not thrilled by the idea that you dated him or haven’t moved on from him at first but he knew where he stands in your life. You guys just became friends and he is not trying to control your life or whatsoever. But, what you said just now did not make any sense! Why would you let yourself get hurt again? 

Iwaizumi, on the other hand, had expected this to happen. He just wanted to know what made it hard for you to let that toxic relationship go to waste. But he didn’t want to question you anything. He knows what love can do to certain people. He, himself, had a hard time moving on from his previous girlfriend. It was difficult at first but he knew he was being manipulated by her. After getting advice from some people, he knew he could not let himself be manipulated any longer. 

“I know. I just can’t let him go, okay? I don’t know!” you grunted softly. It’s like you are being tied with a rope. You could never let go of Semi, no matter how badly he hurt your feelings before. You'll come running back to him sooner or later when he asks you.

“Do you know that you’re a fool?” Oikawa bluntly asked.

You sighed as you slowly nodded your head. You are well-aware that you are a fool. It’s hard being self-aware but so clueless at the same time. It feels like you are watching your whole life and all of the decisions made, being played before your eyes, like a theatre or like a puppet. 

“I’m surprised that you are aware of that. I thought you didn’t,” Iwaizumi interrupted. Your eyes widened upon hearing his voice after keeping himself quiet for several minutes. 

“You guys don’t tell me what to do, okay? I’m doing just fine—no worries,” you tried to convince them. You haven’t lost all your hopes on Semi yet, just hanging on is fine, you guess.

Because being with Semi erases all of your problems away. You pushed everything aside to prioritise him as your number one. You did your best to make him continue loving you. Little did you know he fell out of love a long ago and only used you for his own good. What a cruel world. Why can't everyone be happy? Why can't someone you love with your whole heart love you the same way? 

“Sure. I’m praying hard for you to be fine too,” Iwaizumi looked you straight in the eyes as he enunciated the words from the bottom of his heart. 

 -

Time flies so fast in the blink of an eye. It's almost time for the Inter-High preliminaries. You didn’t tell Iwaizumi and Oikawa that you were coming to the Inter-High preliminaries. You knew Seijoh would be facing Shiratorizawa in the final round. As much as you were excited to watch them play, you also weren’t ready to face the final round. It’s difficult to determine the winner— knowing too well who got the upperhand, but the chance of Seijoh to win was still there. You let out a sigh as you walked into the court and sat in the bleachers.

The sound of the whistle indicated that the match was starting. You readjusted your position while your eyes fixated on the players in the court below.

You knew his junior, Shirabu, replaced Semi as the starting player, but you were still there to support him. You only come to his game when you have the chance especially when it’s in the earlier days of your relationship. But, you never seemed to remember his opponents’ faces. Solely because you kept your eyes on Semi the entire time. 

Their scores were always neck to neck. You watched their whole match with fingers gripping on the underside of your seat. Silently, you prayed for Seijoh to win the final round. 

Your heart broke a little the moment you saw the frustrated look across your friends’ faces. Sadly, Shiratorizawa won the final round. You had to watch your friends, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Makki, and Mattsun suffer in silence as Shiratorizawa defeated them. You felt terrible, to be honest. But is there something that you can do to help them? If there is, you will definitely help.

You came down from the bleachers to meet your boyfriend. After seeing your friends exited the court, you thought you wouldn’t bump into Oikawa and Iwaizumi, but you were wrong. They were shocked to see you there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? You didn’t tell us you were coming!” Oikawa asked. His face showed how exhausted he was. The same goes for Iwaizumi, but both of them still spared their time to talk to you. Both of their eyes were fixated on you, waiting for your answer. 

“I’m actually here for-” your words were cut off when Semi had called your name from afar. Your heart dropped when you realised what you feared had come to reality. 

“She's here for her boyfriend. Can't you see that, Oikawa?” Iwaizumi said, nudging his elbow on the brunette’s ribs. At this point, he just wanted to bonk you in the head for being a fool over someone who clearly doesn’t appreciate you. God, he wished he didn’t have to do that to withstand your stupidity. 

You were astonished upon his replies. His words stung, but you still put on a smile when Semi approached you with a smile on his face. A victory smile, they said.

“Are they your new friends?” Semi asked as he recognised the two youngsters in front of him. 

You nodded. “They’re my classmates. I assume you’ve known each other as of now.”

Semi smirked, “Yes, of course, we know each other. Iwaizumi and Oikawa, right? I apologise if I got your names wrong.” 

Oikawa rolled his eyes at him, “Whatever you say, Semi. We gotta go. Y/N, don’t hang out too much with your boyfriend. I am not pleased ." 

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything after Oikawa, and he left Semi and you behind. His shoulders lightly brushed against you. The cold air lingered longer than you would have expected. 

“What did he mean you shouldn’t hang out too much with me?” Semi asked, feeling confused as to why Oikawa said that all of a sudden.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know! He was just joking, I think.” You'd be lying if you said you didn't know what he was trying to tell you. Everyone's been telling you the same thing frequently, but it never goes right through your mind. 

Semi then threw his arms over your shoulders, walking away from the area. He then brought you to meet his teammates you haven’t met for so long. While you were walking to where his teammates gathered, you kept on turning around to look back at your friends. The sight of Oikawa and Iwaizumi slowly disappeared from your vision. You let out a sigh, feeling sorry as if you betrayed them.

Your friendship with Iwaizumi and Oikawa will be fine, right? You hope your silly mistake does not jeopardise the good rapport you have built with them for the past few weeks. 

-

The moment you stepped your foot inside the school the following day, you spotted the familiar figure with his back turned to you. There he was, Iwaizumi who just walked into the school a few minutes earlier than you. 

“Iwaizumi!” you called out his name from afar, but he wasn’t stopping. So, you ran towards him and he stopped in his tracks. 

Iwaizumi was expressionless, “What?” he snarled. He avoided making any eye contact with you. He has the right to do so. You understood why he behaved in such a way. He was trying to look out for a friend, yet you were stubborn.

“Nothing," you shrugged your shoulders off when he was giving you the cold shoulder. "I just want to walk to class,” you said, forgetting your intention of approaching him in the first place. “Where’s Oikawa?” you asked, your eyes wandering around to look for the brunette.

“He’s at the gym. I guess,” Iwaizumi lazily answered your question.

“You are not upset or anything, right?” you asked. You were careful with your words. Of course, it was never your intention to hurt your friends in the first place. They barely know you, so obviously, you have the upper hand in making your life choices. At the same time, you are aware that they are trying to look out for you. Yet, you still make the same old silly mistake over and over again. 

Iwaizumi frowned at you and scoffed, “Why would I? I’m nothing in your life after all. We're just friends. No hard feelings."

You knew he was pissed for whatever reasons, but you were in no place to point it out either. He would either explode in your face or dismiss you as if you weren’t there. You clicked your tongue and huffed.

“Good,” you said shortly. Iwaizumi was pissed as hell at your response, but he made sure to keep himself silent. He didn't want to hurt you with his blunt words either. Especially, he's in no place to say hurtful words to someone like you. 

“He's going to break your heart again”, Iwaizumi blurted out. He failed in controlling his own thoughts. He had to let you know that Semi isn't good news. 

You scoffed at his words, suddenly raging in anger. "Does it bother you?” you smirked. “Because I think it doesn’t. So, please stay off my life problems, man,” you snarled.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at you, “Alright! It's your life. Every decision is up to you, after all.”

He then walked away, leaving you behind alone. You wished you could rip your hair apart because his words were torturing you inside. You know Iwaizumi is right, but you’re extremely hard-headed to admit that.

Since Iwaizumi was giving you the cold shoulder, you thought it'd be best not to talk to Iwaizumi at all for the rest of the week. You were avoiding him at all costs and so did he. 

Oikawa was confused at the sudden cold atmosphere between you guys. He didn’t want to meddle, so he just let both of you cool down first. He learned his lesson the first time so he didn’t want to risk it again. 

Two weeks later, Oikawa walked with you during lunch break, and Iwaizumi was ahead of you guys, eventually leaving you behind. Your phone dinged when you got a notification from Snapchat. You got a message that someone requested to add you on Snapchat. You were unfamiliar with the name, so you just accepted the request. 

Not long after, the person sent you a snap. The person sent you a video, in fact. You gasped, almost dropping your phone as soon as you opened the snap. “What the actual fuck,” you gasped in shock. Both of your hands were shaking while watching the video on loop. 

The person who recently added you is a girl, apparently. And the snap was a video of her laying beside Semi, who was shirtless. Oikawa looked at his side and found you frozen on the spot. Your face looked horrified. 

“What is it, Y/N?” Oikawa asked. But you were unresponsive. He kept on hearing the on-loop snap, so he glanced over your phone and got himself terrified as well.

“Shit! Do you know this person?” Oikawa gasped. A piece of his heart disappeared that moment. He recognised the people in the video—both Semi and the girl. 

“No”, you replied shortly. Your tears were about to fall on your face. Damn it. Your heart was broken by him again. As expected and as told by everyone else around you! 

“Y/N, let me borrow your phone first!” Oikawa interrupted before he snatched your phone away from your hand and sprinted across the hallway. You were startled and confused, so you ran after Oikawa, who was holding your phone.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa screamed, making Iwaizumi stop walking any further. Oikawa panted as his hand grabbed onto Iwaizumi's shoulder. “Iwa-chan, you have to see this!”

Oikawa showed Imaizumi the snap video. Iwaizumi clenched his jaw and fists on the spot. “It's her, right?” Oikawa asked to confirm his sight. 

Just then, you showed up before the two guys. “Oikawa, why the hell did you run with my phone?” you asked while panting. You immediately snatched your phone from Oikawa, but his grip was tighter than your force. You grunted and asked for your phone back in a demanding tone. It was a desperate call. 

Oikawa looked at you before letting out a disappointed sigh. He finally returned your phone in your hand. His heart felt heavy to break the news to you. It's obvious that Semi was cheating on you with the said girl. 

Iwaizumi nodded with his head hung low. Oikawa looked at his devastated face. It's either Iwaizumi hasn't moved on, or he felt bad for you. But Oikawa could confirm that it's the latter. 

“Do you know the girl, Oikawa?” you asked, not bearing to have the snap opened any longer. In hurry, you closed the Snapchat app and kept your phone inside your pocket. Your eyes were teary, the tears waiting to fall any second from now on. But, you gotta keep your head held high in front of them.

“She's Iwa-chan’s ex-girlfriend,” Oikawa said. Your eyes widened in terror. All of your anguish started to take control over your mind.

You grabbed Iwaizumi by his collar, “Tell your ex-girlfriend to fuck off and stay off my boyfriend.”

Iwaizumi let go of your grip gently. He let out a deep sigh before looking you in the eyes. His dark green eyes stared into yours lifelessly. “Maybe if you tell your boyfriend to stop being a dickhead, she’ll eventually leave him too like when he left you, huh?”

You clenched your jaw. "If my boyfriend is a dickhead, why would this bitch send this snap to me? What were they even doing, Iwa?” you yelled. You could no longer hold your anger back. You let it all out on Iwaizumi instead of his ex-girlfriend, who did you dirty. 

Oh for fuck’s sake, who the hell knows what they were doing! It was all a punishment for you for taking him back into your life! A lesson you’ll never learn yet you weep over him like you have lost a good man. 

“You better ask your boyfriend about it. My ex-girlfriend has nothing to do with me anymore. You better talk it out with your lovely boyfriend, aight?” Iwaizumi spoke brusquely before he left Oikawa and you behind. His temple started to pulse out of frustration he tried to control. 

You were left speechless. You angrily ran your fingers through your hair. It was clearly a sick game Semi tried to play with you. Of course, you had to be the crazy girlfriend for losing your shit so he could win a good man! 

Oikawa calmed you down and brought you to class as you looked like you lost control over everything. You weren’t saying a thing to him the entire way back to class. He wanted to ask if you had cooled down but it was never the right time so he just let you be. 

As soon as you reached home, you called Semi to meet up. He dared to tell you that he didn’t have any free time. You ruffled your messy hair and threw all your pillows away. "Just meet me tomorrow. No excuses, Semi! I swear to fucking God if you don’t show up, I’ll come to you. Don’t make me do stupid things for you again, Eita!” you said strictly before ending the call angrily. The phone was tossed on the ground, almost shattering into pieces like your heart did. 

You cried onto your pillows and screamed as loud as you could. You got your heart broken again. How you wished it's easier to let go rather than holding on like the others were telling you. Guess not everyone can live by the saying no matter how easy it seems in their eyes.

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After you have been discharged from the hospital, nothing has really changed. Everything feels numb, and you can’t feel any emotions at all. Literally. It always feels like life is on loop. You go to school, eat, cry yourself to sleep, and repeat. Your eyes are begging you to stop crying but you just… couldn’t . 

Iwaizumi witnessed you being trapped in your soulless body. Sometimes you just spaced out with no expressions at all. It’s heartbreaking to see you this way because it reminds him so much of himself, which is why he doesn’t want you to be this way for any longer. Breakups happen every time but the post-breakup? It’s like your entire soul is being tortured. He does not know how he can console you because he himself was struggling for a long time until he realized that his life didn’t end when his relationship was over. 

Sure, some people would say high school relationships don’t matter but to him, it was the first time he discovered that he is indeed capable of loving someone. But the grief of losing them afterwards… Iwaizumi was almost sure he didn’t want to fall in love again if it hurt this bad. 

Iwaizumi would say he has moved on from his ex-girlfriend. To be saying he didn’t feel any ounce of hurt after finding out that Semi cheated on you with his ex, that would be a big slap to the face. Fuck it, he was deeply offended and hurt at the same time. If anything, he’d be sure to destroy the man in the face for cheating. Semi and his ex-girlfriend – God knows what business do they have with each other, can go to fucking hell for cheating. Iwaizumi did not want to play the victim here, shit– he was indeed a victim, but his ex-girlfriend went out of her way to cheat with multiple guys while they were in a relationship. In the end, Iwaizumi would still take her back because he has always thought every relationship has its ups and downs. That was solely his mistake for being so naive. 

You stared at the blank blackboard in front of the class, not hearing Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been calling your name several times. Then, you felt a hard smack on your shoulder, snapping into reality. “OW!” you groaned in pain. You looked over to your right side, where you could see Oikawa was fuming mad (well, not really) while glaring at you.

“We’ve been calling your name for the past few minutes,” Oikawa enunciated the last three words. You could sense he was a bit annoyed that you didn’t hear him calling. His expression proved it all. It’s not exactly that he could hide his expressions well. He just loves being dramatic sometimes. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you cleared your throat as you turned your body to face him. 

Oikawa rolled his eyes at you, “Iwa-chan was asking you if you wanted to be his partner for the project. I am teamed up with someone else because we did our last project together. Iwa did it solo but this project needs to be a pair work. Can you partner up with him?” 

You looked at Iwaizumi, who was sitting behind both of you in class. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your answer. A glimpse of his tan skin and the luscious lips… wait . Hooking up with him is one thing and partnering up with him for a project is another. But what could hurt? Your soul is already damaged, anyway. This decision can go straight to your list of disappointments and regrets. 

“Sure, why not?” you answered with a smile. “You good if we start working on it after school, Iwa? I want to get it done as soon as possible. You don’t have to skip practice, just come to my house after practice ends. I’ll text you my address later.” 

“I was thinking of asking you that earlier. Sure, I’ll come to your house later,” Iwaizumi agreed with the plan you made. The earlier you get the project done, the better. He needs to focus on the assessments, the upcoming exam, and also the preliminary. The pressure he has on himself is crazy. But, people don’t always see that because he hides it so well. 

Oikawa wiggled his eyebrows at Iwaizumi, “Oh, alone times,” he sing-songed. Iwaizumi glared at him before he continued to work on the task given by your teacher. This dude never gives up on teasing both of you just because you guys were each other’s one night stand. He once told Oikawa to grow up because he was annoying him too much.  

“Go find someone to get laid, pretty boy,” you snickered at Oikawa and the last thing you saw before facing forward was his jaw dropped open at the comment you just made. 

After his practice ended, you waited for Iwaizumi in the living room when he texted he was almost there. The doorbell rang; it was none other than Iwaizumi himself. “Come in!” you said cheerfully, even though there was barely any energy left inside of you. You didn’t want to make Iwaizumi worried over your worsening mental state. He’d probably nag and call you stupid but hey, you’ve heard him called Oikawa worse. 

The raven-haired boy gave you a light smile once you opened the door for him. He was freshly dressed in a white t-shirt and black sweats. The outfits combination that makes every girl drool. 

“Is no one home?” Iwaizumi asked as he stepped into your house. He looked around your house and followed your steps to your room upstairs. It was his first time coming to your home and being in your bedroom. 

“I told you before that my mom is barely home at times like this. She'll be home late at night,” you answered while leading him to your room. You opened the door to your room and invited him in. He followed after you and his eyes did a quick scan of your bedroom. 

“Oh, I forgot about that. Send my regards to your mom when she's home soon,” Iwaizumi said.

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded to his request. Both of you started working on the project, laying out all the outlines and possible drafts. You divided the tasks that needed to be done fairly between Iwaizumi and you. Iwaizumi contributed the ideas and points needed for the project. Both of you had a discussion over it for almost an hour when your stomach suddenly made a loud noise. You glanced up to see Iwaizumi was already staring back at you. 

Iwaizumi raised a lone brow at the sound. “Hungry there, princess?” 

Princess . Never thought you’d get butterflies being called that. What a funny thing. Though his tone showed mockery but hell the butterflies were swarming until it left no room in your stomach. 

Iwaizumi caught the brief flustered expression that was all over your face. But you turned expressionless immediately. Huh . Good to know he is capable of making you flustered, then. 

“Let’s order some food. Are you okay with that?” You asked as you grabbed your phone beside you. Iwaizumi immediately said yes as he was hungry too. He didn’t have any time to grab any snacks right after practice ended. 

Both of you perused the online menu and soon the food will be delivered to your doorsteps. While waiting, you and Iwaizumi picked up where the project was left off – to wrap it up for the night before the food got here. 

When the food was finally delivered, you and Iwaizumi sat in your kitchen to dine in. You told Iwaizumi to make himself comfortable as he looked so awkward standing there. “Is it your first time being at a girl's house?” You let out a laugh as his expression turned sour. 

If there’s one thing that Iwaizumi dislikes, it is being accused of things. He HAS been to a girl’s house before. Yes, for hooking up and whatnot. But, not for having meals together, that’s for sure! 

“Not really. It just feels too domestic, no?” Iwaizumi replied in all honesty. He sat on the barstool and you slid a glass of water to the man. You paused to look at him briefly. Well, he got a point there! 

“Damn. You’re right. But hey, that’s what friends do too. So we’re good,” you retaliated with a downturned smile. Iwaizumi just let out a snicker to your response. Both of you then devoured your food because hunger took over your consciousness. 

He was not much of a talker at first but after practically forcing him to talk, he finally did. It wasn’t much because this man is indeed great at keeping his secrets to himself. You wondered if he told Oikawa enough about himself and his emotions when things get tough. Does Iwaizumi ever do that? Curiosity definitely gets the best of you sometimes but that’s another topic for another day. 

“It’s getting late. It would be best if you go home now. Your parents must be worried,” you yawned. You peeked over the clock hanging on your wall, and it’s almost 11 p.m. but your mother wasn’t home yet. 

“Yeah. I should go home. Hey, you should take a rest. You look tired. You okay?” Iwaizumi asked as he stood upright. He slung his backpack over his shoulders while looking at you, expecting your reply. 

You nodded, “I’m good. You don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Sure. I’m going home. Make sure you aren’t staying up too late,” Iwaizumi advised. He wasn’t sure of what he was feeling, but he had this instinct that you were hoping he would stay with you through the night. He didn’t want to seem like he’s a know-it-all – worse, a pushover so he chased his instincts away. 

“Take care, Iwa. See you tomorrow!” you bid goodbye as you watched him entering the cab that was waiting in front of your house. Iwaizumi paused as he grabbed the door handle of the cab, looking back at you. 

“See you tomorrow,” he said with a curt nod. You waved him goodbye and waited until the taxi took off. 

One thing about getting anxious is that it comes uninvited. Your anxiety came creeping in later that night. You laid on your bedroom floor helplessly, gasping for air to breathe normally. Your tears were streaming down your face non-stop while you tried to reach your phone to dial for anyone in case things went south. It felt like you went back and forth to hell while battling the anxiety alone. You wished you had asked Iwaizumi to stay with you earlier. But then he would find out your weak point and the fear of him using it against you was enough to snap you out of reality. Cynical or not, you are done with people using your weakness against you. 

About a week later, you and Iwaizumi promised to have another discussion. This time, he asked you to come to his house. You agreed to it without thinking any further because the deadline was getting closer! Iwaizumi wasn’t able to contribute over the weekend due to his volleyball practices. But, you covered his part and explained what he needed to do later on. He was super grateful for your understanding. 

“Wait a second. Shit , I forgot that I ran out of my sticky notes. Do you mind if we drop by the book store?” Iwaizumi stopped walking and your steps faltered as well. You looked up at him and nodded. 

“Yeah, sure. There’s the book store,” you said as you pointed a finger to the bookstore that has the navy blue signboard outside. It looks quite old but surely they have a lot of stuff there. 

Iwaizumi shook his head, “I need to go to the bookstore that I always go to. It’s like 15 minutes from here. Do you mind?” 

That’s one thing you didn’t see it coming. The Iwaizumi Hajime has a favorite bookstore? Surely his secret admirers would love this and go batshit crazy with the news. 

“You have a favorite bookstore?” You asked. Iwaizumi bit the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, is that a problem? What? I cannot have a favorite bookstore because I am not smart enough for you?”

His defensive reply definitely got you laughing, wait no , howling of laughter. You couldn’t believe that he gets so defensive over something so trivial! Surely everyone has their favorite bookstore. Having a favorite bookstore does not make you a nerd. If anything, it makes you look smart. And God knows that leaves a good impression. 

“Good God, do you need an exorcism?” Iwaizumi asked while rolling his eyes. Man, the last thing he needed today was you howling of laughter. It took a hit on his pride and yeah, he was offended a bit. 

Your laughter slowly faded away. Iwaizumi was still staring at you with that scowl that could leave a permanent mark on his beautiful face. “No, dude. You should have seen the look on your face when you got so defensive just now. Chill, man. I was just asking you a question. Did someone used to make fun of you or something? Geez, seek therapy then.” 

Iwaizumi heaved out a deep breath. You like to test his patience sometimes and God, he doesn’t need another friend to give him constant headaches. “Alright, I was at fault for getting too ‘defensive’ then,” he did an air quote with an annoyed expression. 

“Take a joke, babe,” you groaned and he put you in a headlock that had you gasping for air. Iwaizumi didn’t use much of his force and let go when you squealed, begging him to loosen the headlock. You quickly brushed your hair using your fingers, “Remind me to not piss you off because I almost died. I wonder how Oikawa is still alive when he’s getting headlocked by you at least 3 times a week!” 

“I don’t do it that often,” he said in the same defensive tone again. His eyebrows all scrunched, lips almost pouty. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “ Really? ”

“I’ll leave you here if we don’t start moving in the next 3 seconds. I’m not joking,” Iwaizumi said determinedly. He once left Oikawa at a bus stop because he was taking too long to do his hair. He hated being stalled because he’s always punctual! Why can’t other people do the same?

“I’ll report you to the police for negligence,” you huffed a reply as you fell into his steps side-by-side. Iwaizumi snorted with laughter, “That was merely a threat, princess. Take a joke, babe .” 

He said the last line so casually while giving you a smirk. Damn him and that attractive as hell smirk because it could kill people! Damn him and damn the universe for trying to fuck you up with this weird feeling. 

You shook your head with an annoyed smirk, “I hope the bookstore is closed. You better hurry!” 

“Nah, not funny, princess. Let’s go,” he said as he dragged you with him. Thank goodness he didn’t run or sprint or else you’d have tripped on the pavements. 

Once you guys showed up in front of the bookstore, Iwaizumi didn’t waste any time and headed straight to the sticky notes section. He didn’t think twice about picking the sticky notes and some highlighters. You were off to the next aisle just to check out some books. Iwaizumi then appeared by your side. 

“You looking for anything?” Iwaizumi asked as his eyes carefully scanned the books shelves. 

You shook your head, “Nah. Let’s go if you’re done. It’s getting late.” 

Iwaizumi hummed and just when he turned his heels around, he saw two familiar individuals that he never expected to meet at all. At this place. Your gaze diverted to the same two familiar individuals when Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks. 

Just like a deer getting caught in headlights, the two individuals stopped talking to each other as well. 

Your heart dropped at the sight of the two people who ruined your life just a few weeks ago. Now that they’re here in front of you, you feel nothing but pure rage. Your eyes were locked on the ash blonde guy that gave you nothing but a stab in your heart. A 3-year relationship went down the drain just like that. He threw you away as if you were nothing to him. 

Semi looked at you for what felt like a minute and then he moved his gaze to the man next to you. The girl next to him had her eyes locked on Iwaizumi. Her ex boyfriend of 2 years. Your breathing became ragged and what felt like anxiety spreaded all over your system like it was a virus. 

You tried to control your breathing, kept your cool but fuck was it so hard to do even just that. Shit. Semi still has his power over you and you fucking hate it. This is not attraction or admiration. This is just pure hatred and disgust. Cheating was your final wake up call and no more tolerance over this son of a bitch! 

Overwhelming rage almost took over you and only the thoughts of being violent were playing at the back of your mind. Maybe Iwaizumi saw your clenched fists and the fact that you almost lurched at his ex-girlfriend, he instinctively held your hand in his. His touch woke you up from the violent vision from clouding your mind. 

You looked down at where his hand was holding yours. Slowly, you moved your gaze to meet his dark green orbs. His gaze showed genuine concern. “We’re better than that,” he whispered quietly. Your breath hitched. Right. You don’t like to resort to violence unless you really need to. 

“Huh, fancy meeting you here, Hajime,” the girl with the shoulder-length hair spoke up, arms to her chest as her eyes stared at the man next to you. Iwaizumi’s jaw ticked at the sound of his ex-girlfriend's voice. Well, it was once his favourite. Emphasis on once . Now it’s just this annoying noise that he is starting to despise so much. 

“New girlfriend?” The girl snickered when her gaze met yours. Iwaizumi might not want to start a fight or worse, a brawl or hair pulling, but you were so damn ready to punch this girl in her smug face. You do not know what kind of woman Iwaizumi is into, but this bitch was obviously nowhere in his league. Yes, she might have a pretty face but a nasty attitude mirrors her whole appearance. 

You were disgusted at the sight of her and your blood level rose tenfold when you saw Semi’s hand trying to pull her back. Semi shook his head slightly when she noticed his hand on her forearm. 

“As far as I’m concerned, who I am dating at the moment is none of your business,” Iwaizumi said – his voice stern, subtly indicating that both of you are currently dating. You didn’t oppose the idea. Amused, more like it. 

His ex-girlfriend stifled a laughter. “Impressive work, Hajime. I didn't peg you to enjoy someone’s leftover,” she mocked. 

Cheating with Semi is one thing but calling you as his leftover? This bitch knew how to push your buttons. Your eyebrows furrowed at her sudden insult. 

“Well, guess I shattered your expectations. Don't worry, I'll make sure to savour every last bite of something her ex will never get a taste of,” Iwaizumi glanced over you and pulled your waist closer to his side. 

You slowly smiled at both of them. “Pretty bold of you to make such an accusation. Hell, one thing that I know is that I sure as hell don’t go after someone else’s boyfriend. One of us is a fucking slut and Hajime, just between us , it is sure as hell ain’t me or you.” 

Her sinister smile slowly faded from her fucking smug face. 

“I don’t think so you need to go that far, Y/N,” Semi’s stern voice broke the temporary silence. Iwaizumi’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion. If anything, his ex-gf or Semi’s current gf or whatsoever started it first. He dared to spin it against you now? The audacity that some people have is unnerving! 

“You don’t get to talk, cheater,” you sighed loudly. “You know what? Both of you deserve each other. I truly hope both of you rot in hell happily ever after.”

You gripped on Iwaizumi’s wrist and made your way to the cashier. You stopped in your tracks when the girl had an iron grip on your other wrist. “Where do you think you are going?” 

Iwaizumi let out a sigh at her stubbornness. She is in for it and Iwaizumi knows too damn well you are not going to let this slide easily. How hard it must be for you to encounter these two people who kinda ruined your life in one day. For what it’s worth, Iwaizumi would love to see you destroy his ex-girlfriend. She deserves it. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are to touch me? Eita, I do not peg you as someone who enjoys fucking crazy girls,” you looked at the girl dead in the eyes before looking back at Semi. “Fucking touch me one more time and your pretty face will be covered in bruises next. Tell your pretty girlfriend to not cause herself any harm, will you?” 

You loosened her grip on your wrist and shoved her shoulder away from you. Iwaizumi gave the two people a once over and caught up with your pace. 

After Iwaizumi paid for his stuff at the cashier, he followed you out of the book shop. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly. “Fucking damn it. They ruined my day again!” You said frustratedly. 

Iwaizumi examined your expression. Yeah, you were mad as hell now. He would be too if he was in your place. “You need to cool down first?” Iwaizumi asked. 

You turned to look at him with tears welling up in your eyes. “ Shit , I don’t know. Let’s just go to your house, okay? I’ll be fine,” you said as you patted him on the arm. Iwaizumi watched you step away from the book shop area. 

“Actually, we are going this way!” Iwaizumi raised his voice a bit and you cursed yourself for being too distracted. You immediately turned back and grabbed him in the arm. “Let’s go!” You said determinedly. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but laugh at your demeanour. 

The moment you arrived at Iwaizumi’s neighbourhood, your jaw dropped. The houses here are almost elite . You immediately turned to look at him, “You never told me that you are rich.” 

“I’m not rich,” Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders. You eyed him suspiciously while following him from behind. He opened the door for you and the moment you stepped into his house, your jaw dropped again. His living room is huge and well-decorated! Surely his parents are loaded. 

“You’re rich, Iwa. Just admit it, man. Good lord, you have such a beautiful house!” You gushed– your eyes wandering around the living room area. Iwaizumi shook his head at your gushing and endless praises of how beautiful his house is. Well, it’s his parents’ house not his . 

Iwaizumi turned to look at you, “Done gushing? You need anything? Water? Snacks?” 

You shook your head. “Let’s get it started.” The earlier you can get it done, the better. 

Iwaizumi then showed you his room, where the discussion took place. He told you that his parents were working so they might come home later than expected. You were fine with it. Having Iwaizumi as your partner in this project is a blessing, you gotta admit. He is so fucking smart. Obviously, everyone has a thing for the smart guys. A bonus point, he looks very handsome as well. With the tan skin, the perfect height, athletic, everyone drools at the sight of him. Sometimes hilarious. Yeah. 

He had the upper hand of knowing the subject teacher so he knew what the teacher needed despite being given the question paper. It was like he read the teacher’s mind. You were impressed with his sharp observational skills. Even though he missed contributing some of the parts, he still managed to do everything quickly. A smart and athletic man? Yes, definitely a huge 10/10! 

“Why did you break up with your ex? What was her name again?” You broke the silence. Iwaizumi stopped twirling the pen with his fingers and shot you a puzzled look. 

He cleared his throat and sat upright. “Why did you ask?” 

You let out a soft sigh, “Just curious, that’s all. Mind telling me? Please ?” 

Iwaizumi’s interest was piqued. The way you added please at the end of your sentence did something to him. Something unrecognisable that made his stomach swirl . Huh. What a weird feeling. 

“You really want to know that bad, huh?” Iwaizumi asked again. 

You nodded as your eyes scanned the interior of his room. Like expected, his room is well-kept. Tidy and minimalistic from little to none decorations around the room. His study desk – where the books are arranged neatly, unlike yours back home. 

Your eyes then caught the Godzilla plushies sitting next to his bed. “You have plushies?” You couldn’t help but ask the question because having a plushie is a bit out of character for him. 

Iwaizumi let out a soft sigh– his shoulders slumped. “Guess who got it for me?” 

The way he worded his question answered everything you needed to know. “She gave it to you?”

Iwaizumi nodded weakly, “Never a fan of plushies. She just gave it to me because she saw how much I like Godzilla. That’s all. It was a nice gesture until she went and cheated on my cousin’s friend behind my back. The worst thing was, my cousin’s friend had a girlfriend too at the moment. It was messy as hell because the girl decided to attack her and I just stood there, clueless. That was not even her first time cheating behind my back! So, mine is quite similar to yours, I assume.”

The end of his sentence got you rethinking your entire breakup. Now that he said it out loud, yes it was similar. Except that Iwaizumi found out too late and yours was at the perfect time. Worst, planned by the bitch herself. Oh she’s definitely not a girl’s girl. A homewrecker at the age of eighteen. Yucks. 

“Well, look at us. A product of someone who got cheated on in their relationship. Welcome to the club. Do you want to be the leader? I’m comfortable being the co-leader,” you joked. Iwaizumi just shook his head with a slight smile on his lips. He then dismissed the joke with his hand. 

You took it as a cue to continue doing your discussion. Most of the time, it was just you getting distracted by his veiny hands and his raspy voice. You kept on remembering the sex you guys had before this. Slowly exhaling a deep breath, you tried to focus. 

“What’s the matter with you?” Iwaizumi asked confusedly. He was busy mapping out your discussions and you were exhaling a few times– louder than usual. You looked like you were growing agitated. 

You looked at him apologetically, “Well, can our friends with benefits arrangement still go on? Or have you found someone else?” 

Iwaizumi’s jaw ticked. He couldn’t believe such a question got him all hot and bothered. Maybe it was a joke but you did not look like you were joking either. 

“What do you have in mind?” Iwaizumi asked. 

“Wanna fuck?” You asked sheepishly. Well, blame it on the hormones and the man himself. How dare he look all gorgeous and sexy while holding a discussion on an important subject?

Iwaizumi was almost sent to the emergency room at that moment. He let out a raspy laughter, “You really wanna do that right now? Good lord, you’re unbelievable.” 

He was saying that as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. You smirked knowing his tactics. Iwaizumi then reached the front of your shirt, almost popping all of your buttons in one go. He pushed your body on the carpeted floor and you broke into giggles. 

The man then snaked his hand under your skirt. His palm slowly caressing the inner of your thighs that made your blood run cold. Your chest rose heavily, breath staggered at his every touch. 

He pressed his thumb over your dampened cotton underwear. With a slow caress, you took a deep breath as you tried to ease yourself. Iwaizumi’s lips ghosted over your neck, gently nibbling on your skin. His free hand crept to your wrist and pinned it down beside your head.

“One touch and you’re already wet, princess?” His words hung over the air – his dark green eyes held your gaze. 

You looked at him with a dazed stare, “Well, you were busy sitting still and looked pretty for me. I guess it made me feel something.” 

One of the things that Iwaizumi likes about you is that you kinda match his snarky remarks. It’s not easy to match his kind of joking around without others taking it to heart. Trust him, he has tried. 

A small grin appeared on the corner of his lips. His two longest fingers brushed over your wet slit. A small whimper came out of your lips, earning a smug grin from the man. “A mere touch got you whimpering? You need to learn how to last long, princess,” he said in that raspy voice of his. 

What he said just now turned you on. Damn him and his dirty talk that got you all worked up. The rough feel of his fingertips lightly scratched against your sensitive pussy down there.

His fingers worked their way up to your entrance, slowly circling around your entrance before he made it up to your clit. Iwaizumi dragged his fingertips around your puffy clit that got your body jerked in his hold. You breathed heavily, trying not to make any noise like he said earlier. 

“Want me to continue, princess? You’ve been real quiet,” he got up on his knees just to say it into your ear.

Your eyes locked with his gaze, “Yes, please .” 

Iwaizumi’s sharp gaze bored into yours before he spoke up. “Pleading looks good on you, princess.”

His lips caught yours in a split second, nibbling on your lower lip. His free hand cupped the column of your neck before moving it to your nape, pressing your lips harder against his. You tried to breathe but he was quick to shove his tongue into your mouth. 

You got impatient and immediately unbuttoned his slacks. His pants were getting tighter each second, especially the groin area. It’s amusing how easily you can affect him. The things that you make him feel, gosh. 

One of Iwaizumi’s fingers crooked on the waistband of your skirt and pulled it down, revealing you in your cotton underwear. You sighed when he brought the same finger and let it linger on the wet spot a tad bit longer. The rough feel of his fingertip created a friction you never knew was so daunting. 

Both of you now half-naked in each other’s lap. Iwaizumi positioned you in his lap. His face was just the right level with your clothed breasts. You unbuttoned your school shirt for him and he watched it with a thirst that almost burnt his throat. Sharp breaths accompanied his impatience while watching you get undressed. 

You reached the back of your bra to unhook it. Iwaizumi got aroused just seeing how fucking pretty your tits are. He gulped hard. So hard that it was audible to both of you. 

Iwaizumi is a patient man. Maybe not to a bunch of people but he sometimes has the patience of a saint. But now, he is being tested as a man. Well, he finds himself enjoying watching you stripping out of your clothes but right now, he’s like a man being starved for so long. His patience was running thin and it was very fortunate he didn’t rip your bra apart. 

“Fuck, I love your tits, princess,” he sighed breathily as he buried his face in your breasts. You bit on your lower lip, suppressing the moan. 

A warm feeling coated your pert nipple as a strong hand massaged another breast. You sighed when Iwaizumi gently sucked on your sensitive nipple. His other hand was busy kneading your other breast. His touch is magical, if it makes any sense. Any other stress that you were having before, they have disappeared. 

Your nails scratched his scalp while your hips were busy grinding back and forth on him. Iwaizumi groaned every time his dick twitched in his pants. Not now , he grunted to himself. He wanted to savour your taste firstly first before he fed his hunger and lust. 

“Your mouth feels so good, Iwa,” you half-whispered. Iwaizumi’s hand travelled to your ass and gave it a hard squeeze. You chuckled under your breath, knowing it was his silent way of acknowledging what you just said. 

His tongue circled your nipple, saliva coating your sensitive nipple. Iwaizumi’s both hands were now pinned on your waists. His face glanced up at you and you gave him this pleading eyes that got him rock hard again. 

Shit, the voice at the back of his mind said. Iwaizumi didn’t say anything but caught your lips with a hard and punishing kiss. You were caught off-guard that you almost stumbled backwards. But his strong hands stopped you before it even happened. 

The kiss was making you feel lightheaded, not even realising both of you were undressing each other in the light of speed. Your shirt, his shirt. Your skirt, his pants. Your underwear, his boxer. Both of you are now fully naked on his carpeted floor. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispered against your lips and you nodded without any doubts. 

“Condoms,” you gasped softly and Iwaizumi immediately reached for the drawer beside his bed. He tore the foil with his teeth and rolled the condom on. You found it hot that he was getting impatient and so did you. Your mouth also watered at the sight of his dick. He always stretches your pussy so good and that’s a memory you cherish forever. But he doesn’t need to know it.

Iwaizumi then looked at you. His eyes were questioning you whether you’re ready or not. You nodded as if both of you could read each other’s minds. He then suggested getting on his bed or else both of you would get back pain. 

Your weight dipped into his soft as hell mattress. Wow. It felt like clouds laying down on his bed. You just prayed his bed is also… soundproof and less creaking. “Shoot. Your mattress is comfy as hell,” you complimented as he got on top of you. His body caged your body. 

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows scrunched a bit. Man, you are so random sometimes. “Princess, you do love to think your thoughts out loud, do you?” 

A chuckle filled the momentary silence. You then circled your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down nose-to-nose with you. “You’re getting impatient, aren’t you? Well, come on now. Show me how bad you want to fuck me,” you said seductively against his lips. 

His cock nudging between your legs. Iwaizumi’s smirk slowly plastered on his lips. He bit on your lower lip until you winced in pain. “Such a vulgar language,” his voice rasped. He propped an elbow as his other free hand lined his cock along your entrance. 

The tip of his cock slid inch by inch – your mouth gaped open, back arching as your pussy stretched to his size. Iwaizumi let out a soft groan as he bottomed out. Your nails were already clawing into his back. 

His fingers clawed onto his bedsheet, hips slowly rocking forward. Fuck, he felt like he was in pure bliss once he was inside you. Your pussy was so warm, so inviting and so fucking tight that it hurt. He almost came the second he was inside you. Bless the universe for not fucking with him that moment. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in. His hand then squeezed your breasts in both of his hands. Looks like you finally figured out what kind of man he is. 

The truth is, Iwaizumi leaned more towards the guys who prefer ass. He was not a douchebag. He simply has preferences but it’s not like he is going to announce it to the real world. Why couldn't his hands leave your tits? Because your tits were on his mind all day. Especially the way your sports attire you were wearing earlier hugging every curve of your upper body and the sports bra you were wearing definitely triggered some of his primal instincts. 

His thrust was hard and punishing. He fucked you so hard that your tits bounced wildly in his face. The man was so lost in how lewd his sight was right now. Your breathless moans, the continuous whispers telling him to keep going. Fuck. He missed this. He missed fucking you and being inside you. 

“Princess, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he leaned down to whisper. Your eyes slowly opened, revealing his handsome face and the sweats that glistened on his forehead and abs. 

The man has a set of abs that was carved by God himself. Every line and crevice is deep and curved to perfection. His V-line too. Good lord. Suddenly, you were hit with a pang of jealousy. How many women did he sleep with? How many nudes did he send before you? Ugh! Jealousy couldn’t have come at the worst time.

Iwaizumi glanced over your fucked out expression. Eyes closed, lips swollen and glossy from the kiss. He cupped your cheek, “Did you hear me, princess?”

You nodded hurriedly, “Don’t stop, Iwa. Fuck. S’so good.” 

Your words were all over the place. Not even your mind could be able to function properly with how good his cock was stretching you out. The tip of his cock nudging your spot, bringing you closer to climax by each second. You clawed at his shoulder at the slow sensation building up in your core. 

“Fuck!” You hissed when you felt it coming. Iwaizumi groaned when your pussy clenched around his cock like a tight vice. 

One of his hands found your clit. His thumb rubbing circles on your weakest spot that left you crumble like a broken vase. All of your senses heightened. Goosebumps prickled and your core tightened into a twisted knot. Your breath started getting heavier but Iwaizumi wouldn’t stop his thrust – from fucking into you harder.

It was all too much. If he kept going, you might scream at the top of your lungs. You didn’t want him to stop either. 

The man himself was losing his composure. He couldn’t last long but fuck, you were so close. So close to the brink of an orgasm. That’s a thing he wouldn’t let slide so easily. 

His thumb found your clit again, his cock thrusting in and out of you mercilessly. You were so wet that there was no restriction. His thumb circled your clit, building the rhythm to make you come. 

“Come on, princess. Give me all you got, hm? Don’t hold back. Let go, beautiful,” he leaned down next to your ears, panting heavily. His eyes shut closed, trying to last longer than you. Your bodies were so close, chest-to-chest. The noises were so lewd you were afraid if someone was outside, listening to everything. 

You moaned again. Your sweet moans lulling the sound of the skin slapping against skin. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm crashed. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m so so close!” You pleaded. Iwaizumi kept going, his thrust didn’t stop or get any sloppier. He kissed you hard on the lips that had you gasping for breath. 

You gasped for air, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” 

Your cries were his cue that your orgasm was in a matter of seconds. Iwaizumi shut you up with his mouth again. The tight knot crashed. White spots covered your vision as your breath slowly became normal again. Iwaizumi pressed his forehead against yours and gathered his breath. 

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he slowly pulled out of you. You felt empty without him being inside you. 

You let out a soft gasp watching him tying the used condom and tossing it into his dustbin. The man then grabbed a pair of shorts to wear. He rummaged through his closets to find a clean towel to help you clean up, though there wasn’t really any big mess to clean after. 

Iwaizumi tossed the clean towel to you. “You need to take a quick shower? You can use my bathroom.” 

You let out a disgruntled sound, “Thanks.” 

Iwaizumi’s eyes trailed after your movements as you made your way to his bathroom. He was fortunate enough to have his personal bathroom. It makes it easier every time he has company over. Girls, especially. 

You are the second girl he has ever invited to his room. His bed , vis-a-vis. Most of the time he prefers to do it at their house instead. But he is not the type to fuck around a lot. It’s a waste of his time to focus on the wrong thing when he could be focusing on his final year and volleyball. 

The man then threw his weight on his bed the second you locked the bathroom door. He placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing the whole sex fiasco just now. How pretty your moans and cries were. Just by remembering the tiniest part of it got him hard again. Double shit.

Your eyes widened at how fucking beautiful his bathroom was. The interior was to die for, and you meant it literally! It could be one of your dream bathrooms! Just how rich is he?! 

Iwaizumi is a very organised man. He arranged all of his products where they were supposed to be. You gawked at his bathroom before finally getting into the shower. It was spacious as hell, enough to fit both of you. 

Nope ! Not going there!  

Just when you were about to get dressed, your mind finally clicked that you did not bring any of your clothes inside the bathroom. That also meant you had to go out and re enter again. Shit and shit! 

Without thinking any further, you just came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body. It was a bit short but enough to cover your everything . 

Iwaizumi’s eyes brightened with amaze once his gaze landed on you. “Forgot your clothes? You know you could have called me to bring it to you, right?” 

You huffed, “Obviously my brain cells weren’t working! Geez.” You looked at your clothes scattered on the floor and you sighed. Great! Now you needed to crouch to pick them up. 

“Hajime!” A woman’s voice suddenly boomed outside of his door. Both of you jumped in surprise at the sudden presence. 

“Your ex came back?” You gasped.

Iwaizumi looked at you with the “ are you fucking serious? ” expression. Duh ! It was his mother! The only thing that should have been the first thing on your mind! Iwaizumi hurriedly asked you to put on your clothes but damn it, it was so hard to focus on the simplest task at times like this! 

“Hajime! Do you have your friends over?” His mother knocked on his door countless times. She even tried to hear what was going on inside of his room. 

Iwaizumi tried to breathe normally, “Yes, mom! We’ll be out in a second! Just- finalising our school work!” 

Mrs. Iwaizumi let out a huff, “Sure. Come out when y’all are ready. I ordered some takeouts.” 

“Okay, mom!” Iwaizumi said loudly. He listened to his mother’s footsteps fading away into the distance. He let out a relieved sigh, “Shit. That was close. Okay, get dressed.”

You hurriedly hooked your bra when he wasn’t looking. “What do you think I am doing right now?” You replied sarcastically.

“Always a fun time with you, princess,” Iwaizumi shot you a glare as he put on his sweats and hoodie. He ruffled his hair so he looked at least presentable in the presence of his mother. 

Couldn’t afford getting caught red-handed by his mother. Truly a nightmare if it ever happens. Iwaizumi shuddered at the thought. 

You carefully smoothed your hair using your fingers. After ensuring you looked neat, you told Iwaizumi that you were good to go! He unlocked his door and asked you to step out first. 

Iwaizumi walked ahead of you. In the living room, there sat his mother waiting with a magazine in her hands. Her eyes shot to where both of you were standing like deers being caught in the headlights. 

“Oh, it’s not Oikawa! Hello!” His mother chirped. She rose to her feet and walked towards both of you. You shied behind Iwaizumi but he slowly pushed you to the front. 

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Iwaizumi. I’m Hajime’s partner. Study partner, I meant,” you immediately corrected yourself after the vague meaning. Wouldn't let his mother think otherwise. 

Weird. Being friends wouldn’t even justify that you guys are fucking. 

You shushed away the tiny voice in your head. Iwaizumi’s mother extended her hand to you and you shook her hand. 

“Nice to meet you too, Hajime’s girl friend,” she chuckled and glanced over to his son. 

Iwaizumi let out a soft sigh, “Mom, please.” 

“I was just kidding, sweetheart. What’s your name, sweetie?” Iwaizumi’s mother asked. 

She looked friendly and so warm. There’s something about her aura that made you comfortable being around her. 

“Just call me Y/N, Mrs. Iwaizumi,” you smiled politely.

His mother’s smile reached her eyes, radiating positive vibes. “Alright, Y/N sweetie. I actually bought some takeouts. Please have some before you head back. Come on, let’s go to the dining room.” 

She said and took your wrist with her. You looked back at Iwaizumi and he just shook his head in defeat. 

“Just play along,” he mouthed. Your lips formed into a thin line. His mother seemed nice and you did not have the heart to turn her down. 

Well, a dinner wouldn’t hurt! At times like this, you weren’t sure whether your mom was already home or not. 

Mrs. Iwaizumi loved to tease her son a lot. Iwaizumi kept getting his ears red because of how much his mother liked to poke him around. You couldn’t help but stifle a silent laughter. He’d destroy you if you enjoyed this too much. Well, he already gave you a sign by glaring at you. Before he puts you in a headlock, you better take a step back just to be safe! 

Iwaizumi was not having it. Thank goodness his father was not around or else it’d be  double the trouble. His father’s overseas meeting spared him the headache. He kinda enjoyed the dinner but maybe there was no need to admit it to your face. You’ll gloat and he cannot afford another petty human being in his life. 

God knows how handful they can be at times. But to him, it almost felt like he had met his match. 

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The Spring High qualifiers were just around the corner. The entire Aoba Johsai volleyball team practiced very hard. Iwaizumi was often frustrated around this time, especially with the upcoming mid-term exam. He was even more snappy than usual. Oikawa told you that this is very normal of him. 

You got scared every time you saw his scowl. If you’d let it continue, he might have a permanent scowl on his pretty face. That would be a huge waste! You once accidentally bumped into him while reading a book and he glared at you like he could tear you apart. 

“You have got to calm down, Iwa,” you spat, not knowing he was on the brink of his running thin patience. 

Iwaizumi groaned, probably annoyed at your words of command. You do not know how hard he pressures himself. How hard he’s been studying and juggling practices. Oikawa might look laid-back but Iwaizumi could sense he was also freaking out at the pressure from their coaches. As the co-captain, the term pressure was just a better word for carrying burden. 

“I like it better when you are not talking, you know?” he jeered as he walked towards his table, leaving you behind. 

You gasped and caught up with his steps. Slowly, you pulled your chair from your seat and made yourself comfortable in front of him. Iwaizumi looked up at you and let out a deep sigh. He tried to ignore you at first by flipping through the Chemistry textbook. Fuck, he was going insane with this subject, despite it being one of his stronger subjects.

With a careful observation – his scrutinised eyebrows, his inner cheeks bitten, you could bet that he was indeed stressed out. The wheels inside your mind was busy working and thinking about what you could say to him to make him feel slightly better. Maybe, emphasise on maybe , it would work. 

“Need someone to talk to?” You tried to get the words out of your mouth but Iwaizumi remained silent. He continued fiddling with his pen and jotted down some notes in his notebook. His sprawling handwriting broke down the topic into bullet points. 

Getting a guy to talk about what he’s thinking might be the equivalent to asking a rock to talk on its own. It would be a huge miracle if they can start opening up. This was how you felt when you were talking to Iwaizumi. Well, as a friend, you were just offering your help to him. 

“Mm, tough crowd,” you murmured. Both of you locked eyes and your face turned warm all of a sudden. You didn’t avert your gaze because then it would mean you surrendered. 

Iwaizumi did not know how to talk about what he was going through. He was not much of a talker, to be very honest. But his observation skills are always sharp. That’s why he doesn’t like talking. It’s also a waste of time and energy to be talking about irrelevant things. 

“I don’t feel like talking about it,” Iwaizumi uttered. 

Right. You might have pushed him and made him uncomfortable just now with your actions. Shit. You owe him an apology, that’s for sure. 

“Oh. Okay. I was just checking on you. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll be right here. After all, we are friends,” you reassured before giving him a soft smile. You could see that his expression brightened a bit at the reassurance. 

“Right. We are friends,” Iwaizumi’s gaze filled with a glint of mischievousness. He was hinting something and you could see right through it as clear as day. 

With a light huff, you crossed your arms to the chest. “We are at school, Iwa. Come on, man. Come to your senses!” 

Your reply earned a soft laughter from him. Wow. This man needs to laugh often because it’s so freaking beautiful. You wanted to demand him to laugh again but that would lead to another catastrophe . Huh , exaggerating much. 

“Enough jokes for today, Y/N. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble if you keep it up,” Iwaizumi said with a smirk. He was playing with you just to get a reaction from you. To rile you up until you cannot take it anymore. It’s a challenge he likes to keep up with. 

Rolling your eyes at him, you dismissed his teasing with a gesture. “Keep doing that, you’ll never see it coming, ” you winked at him before getting back to your seat.

Iwaizumi’s tongue poked the inner of his cheek. Intrigued by your remark. He wanted to test you more, push you again but too bad that the teacher had already come in and your deskmate, Oikawa, finally returned to class. He did not say anything the entire class time which made you wonder if something’s wrong. 

“You good?” You nudged Oikawa in the arm. The brunette was quick to snap out of his thoughts, it seemed. 

Oikawa then shrugged it off, “Yeah, just thinking about something.” 

You let out a huff again. Why is it so hard for these two people to speak whatever is on their mind? 

“Man, I think I should help you guys to seek the counsellor’s help or something. Keep bottling up your feelings, God knows what’ll it do to you,” you exclaimed. 

Oikawa turned to look at you with a confused look. “You’re one to talk, dude.”

“At least I am a very self-aware person,” you said with a grin. Oikawa opened his mouth to speak but he bailed at the last second. He then shrugged it off saying ‘Nothing’. Well, if you weren’t overthinking before, now you do! 

“Girl, you better tell me what you were about to tell me,” you threatened him by taking away the pen he was holding in his hand. He let out a soft gasp when you took it away without any trouble. The guy was holding it quite tightly, he might add.

“Nothing, I swear!” Oikawa tried to take the pen back from you but you moved it away, further from his reach. 

“I’m not giving you this pen until you tell me. No negotiations,” you cut a deal. 

Iwaizumi then kicked your chair from behind. “Stop it. He’ll cry if you keep this up.” With a sinister chuckle, Iwaizumi glanced over Oikawa. The brunette was already glaring at him in a subtle way. 

“Both of you are a match made in hell. Good for both of you, then!” Oikawa said almost cynically. He was acting weird and something was definitely up with this guy. 

You and Iwaizumi exchanged looks, silently communicating with each other facial expressions and body language. Apparently, Iwaizumi did not know what was going on with Oikawa either. 

During the weekend, you and Iwaizumi made a plan to get the project done. It was almost in the final step and both of you decided it’d be great if you guys could get it done outside the comfort of your respective homes. To celebrate the victory of getting the project done, both of you went to a local coffee shop nearby his house.

The local coffee shops around your house are not accommodating enough because they are always filled with people, even outside the rush hour. Doing your work there would be a problem for both of you. 

Iwaizumi was the first to arrive. Well, considering the distance, obviously he would be here first. You entered the less busy coffee shop and tried to spot him in the crowd. In a few seconds, you finally found him sitting by the glass window overlooking the busy road outside. He was scribbling something in his notebook, not even sparing a glance around the coffee shop. 

He was donning a casual outfit, just a plain black hoodie and jeans. Not too far from your table, there was a group of girls around your age doing their work as well. You saw some of them had books on the tables. The other girl was whispering something to her friend while trying to peek at Iwaizumi. 

“Don’t tell me they’re about to shoot their shot now,” you grumbled under your breath. As if possessiveness took control of your body, you quickened your pace to walk over to your shared table where Iwaizumi was waiting for you. 

In your peripheral vision, you saw the said girl was about to walk over here but bailed at the same time you showed up in front of Iwaizumi. That was a bit out of character for you. You gave him a soft smile, “Hey booboo, sorry I’m late!” 

Booboo was just another pet name that you mocked him for. Turned out his ex-girlfriend used to call him booboo and you fueled fire to his annoyance. But this situation actually started from him. If it wasn’t him who started it first, you wouldn’t have taken this route. Blame it all on him, then. 

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows perked at the pet name. He did not know how he slipped out the other day and now it’s all you ever call him. He let out a scoff in disbelief, “You’re not late. I’m just early. How was the traffic?” 

You then took out a chair across him, “Well, it was not terrible, per se. Oh, have you ordered? I am quite hungry. Should we order now?”

“What do you want to eat? I’ll go order for you,” he said before closing his notebook. He then clasped both of his hands on top of the table, waiting for you to speak. 

With a mischievous smile, you then said, “ Ooh , acts of service must be your love language then.” 

Again, Iwaizumi let out a deep sigh. You and your endless snarky remarks. Now that you said it, it might be true. But should he admit it? Hell no . You’ll just tease him endlessly and he will never hear the end of it! 

“I’ll let you starve if you continue to act this way,” he lowkey threatened you. 

“Hey, don’t be mean!” Your lips pursed, “Mhm, I think I’ll just order the tuna croissant and an iced caramel latte. Thanks!” 

Iwaizumi nodded and he immediately left to order at the counter. You looked around the coffee shop and suddenly locked eyes with the girls from earlier. They were looking at you without blinking. Maybe they finally realised that they were being weird, they then plastered a half smile. You then returned the same gesture. Oof . They definitely talked about you as if they haven’t made it clear. 

Not long after, your orders were delivered to your table. Iwaizumi and you thanked the waiter. The girls from earlier were still there at their tables. Funny because the whole time you and Iwaizumi were there, he did not even once spare them a glance. You were unsure whether he’s oblivious or he just simply doesn’t care about all the staring. 

“You don’t mind all the staring you’re getting?” You asked as you stirred your iced coffee in the glass. Were you jealous? No way in hell. But did it justify your behaviour from earlier? Only God knows! 

Iwaizumi took a sip of his americano while shaking his head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Full of disappointment, you sighed. Perhaps he just simply doesn’t care. Must be nice to not give a damn about anything even if it comes to receiving attention. In a good way, of course!

“The girls were staring at you. You never once realised it?” You asked – the bitter taste of coffee coated your tongue. The same taste that could describe your behaviour now. Just kidding. 

“Why? You jealous or something?” Iwaizumi asked, half-laughing at your ridiculous question. He did realise the stares he was getting. He just did not act on it. Why would he act on it? He is here to do his work, not to find a date. 

Your shoulders stiffened at his accusation. No! You were not jealous at all. 

“Sometimes, I regret asking. Never mind. I will just seal my lips. Zip!” You rolled your eyes at him and he had the audacity to laugh. It’s the same laughter from the other day when you were stunned hearing him laugh. A sudden rush of butterflies swirled in your belly and you did not know how to react. 

“If you’re jealous, you could have told me,” he teased. “Jealousy looks good on you, though!” 

You let out a sigh, “You saw how crazy I acted right? Looks good on me? Nah man, I’ll probably choke a person if they make me jealous. Let’s not go down that road, shall we, booboo ?” 

Iwaizumi gave you a pointed stare. The petname is ridiculous but he loved hearing it when he was in a relationship. Now that he’s single, he finally realised that it’s a bit cringey. How did he let it slide before, though? Only heaven knows. 

“Man, I’d love to see something keep your mouth shut,” he murmured under his breath as he took out the notebook from earlier. When he glanced at you, your body turned stiff. He then realised that what he said just now probably carried two meanings. 

You slowly grinned sheepishly, “Aw, booboo. You slipped again?”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes with a disappointed sigh. This banter will never end. Being a bigger person here, he finally ended it for good. “Get your mind out of the gutter, princess. Let’s focus on our task.” 

“Aw, shucks,” you pursed your lips but quickly retaliate when Iwaizumi gave you another pointed stare. He looked scary when doing so. Not trying to push your luck, you dismissed his pointed stare with a wave. 

The second after, it finally clicked in your mind that he called you princess just now. He often – wait, no, he always uses the ‘princess’ petname when you guys are going down for it. Your eyebrows furrowed but you dismissed it as a mockery. That sounds more like it. 

Almost two hours into finalising the project, both of you were finally done! You let out a deep sigh of relief. A heavy weight was finally lifted off of you and that was a bliss you wouldn’t take for granted. Nothing is ever as rewarding as finishing your important assignment. With the amount of hard work you and Iwaizumi had put into this, you really hoped both of you will get an A, so that for finals you don’t have to think much about it. 

Iwaizumi looked at you, “We’re finally done!” 

You couldn’t help but grin happily. You raised your hand in the air and Iwaizumi high-fived you. Unknowingly, he interlocked your fingers together, giving it a firm squeeze before letting it loose. A tingly feeling swirled in your stomach at the skinship. It was a small gesture – heck, a friendly gesture even, but it was more than enough to make you blush. In silence.

“So, how should we celebrate this?” You cleared your throat, tucking both hands under your chin. Well, a celebration sounds really nice now, especially since both of you decided to celebrate it. Maybe a drink? Both of you had just eaten, though. 

Iwaizumi had some ideas in mind but he was unsure if you’d be on board with his ideas. “Should we head back to my house? We can have some drinks if you’d like. My parents are out for an errand, so it’ll be just the two of us,” he suggested. A few days ago, his parents brought home a really nice bottle of wine. Not that they offered it to him. He just took a sip when he saw the bottle and couldn’t get enough of the taste. 

“Mhm, that sounds nice. A drink sounds good, though but isn’t it a bit early for that?” You chuckled under your breath. To be fair, it was still daytime. To be drinking at this hour sounds a bit weird and out of habit for you. 

“If you’re not okay with it, then that’s fine. We can do something else instead,” Iwaizumi said. Honest to God, he did not mean anything weird by that. Sometimes, he just slips out and it gives you room to overthink about what he says! 

It’s only until you gave him a skeptical look that he realised how it must have sounded. Iwaizumi sighed again when you asked him, “What is this something else you were talking about?” 

“I meant, like ordering a pizza or anything,” he clarified with a serious look on his face. Why did he not think before saying anything just now? Ugh, it gave you a chance to make fun of him again! 

You stifled a laugh. He seemed like an angry kitten when being teased. 

“That sounds nice too. So, let’s just hangout at your house!” You said cheerfully as you packed your belongings. Iwaizumi ensured nothing else was left behind before finally leaving the coffee shop. 

Both of you then walked back to his house, which was like 10 minutes walking distance. The weather was nice so there was no harm in taking a walk. While you were busy rambling, Iwaizumi suddenly switched places with you. He walked on the side of the road. At first, you didn’t read too much into it but as time passed by, you were kinda touched by his silent gesture. Sure, it might be a friendly gesture. The gesture was more like a protective friend instead. 

“I never noticed you have a garage,” you pointed a finger to the garage in the doorway. Iwaizumi’s gaze moved towards the direction you were pointing. Slowly, he nodded. 

“It has always been there. Maybe you just noticed it today,” he replied. The garage is filled with car parts that his dad always uses to work on his old cars. His old man collected cars and passed them down to his dad. Sometimes, Iwaizumi worked on them together with his dad over the weekend when he didn’t have any practices. 

You shrugged your shoulders. Before entering the house, Iwaizumi looked at you, “So, what are we going to do?” 

Your eyes blinked several times as the wheels in your head tried to digest his meaning. That could carry double meaning. “Well,” you paused while fidgeting in your spot. Moving back and forth in one place, you looked up at him, “What do you suggest?” 

Maybe other people wouldn’t notice it but you were sure you saw a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips. Iwaizumi then turned on his stoic face again. He just gave you an annoyed scoff before turning the door knob. Feeling this unusual desire took control over your consciousness, you then grabbed onto his forearm and pulled him into a kiss.

Iwaizumi’s hands instinctively went to hold onto your waists. He was caught off-guard but the familiar feel of your lips eventually made him soft. His lips pressed against in a leisure and slow pace as his hand slowly made its way to squeeze your ass. 

You moaned softly into his mouth, looking up at him with a dazed expression on your face. The way your body responded to his kiss was indescribable. Something about the way his body pressed against yours, his eagerness to kiss you, and the soft thump of his heartbeat that somehow made you calm being around him. 

Both of you might not realise it yet, but the chemistry between both of you are obvious and intense. It’s like both of you can never get enough of each other and nothing can get in between both of you. Well, it is a bit early to be saying this, given the circumstance that you just know him for a few months. 

At first, you couldn’t believe you just pulled Iwaizumi into a kiss. In front of his house. Your heart almost took a leap out of your body but the moment he reciprocated the kiss, your racing heartbeat finally stabilised. Your knees felt weak and wobbly, but the strong grip that Iwaizumi had on you kept you steady. 

Not breaking the kiss, both of you staggered backwards the moment Iwaizumi opened the door behind him. Both of you stumbled through the front door, and as soon as the door opened, he pushed it closed with his foot, your lips sealed in a soft, urgent kiss. You wrapped your arms around Iwaizumi’s neck, pulling him closer as you moved into the hallway.

Iwaizumi felt this looming presence inside of his house. He knew for a fact his parents were not around at this hour because they went out. They let him know they will be back in an hour. The proof of their absence is that there was no car outside in the driveway. He couldn’t be more wrong. Who was in his house at this hour? It cannot be an intruder because if then, both of you might be in danger. 

He opened his eyes and widened at the sight of his friends, Oikawa, Makki, Matsukawa, and the rest of their volleyball team were there in his living room. Their mouths hung open seeing what just unfolded in front of their eyes. The whole team fell into an awkward silence while holding the birthday banners, balloons, and even the confettis. 

Iwaizumi’s shoulders automatically tightened seeing the ‘small’ audiences that he had in his living room. He was unable to decipher why the heck they would be in his house but judging from all that fancy decorations, it finally clicked. They are here to surprise him on his birthday. 

A flicker of surprise appeared on Iwaizumi’s face when he suddenly broke the kiss. Good lord , Iwaizumi sighed audibly. You looked at how his face turned sour. His attention was not on you anymore so you whipped your head around and your heart dropped seeing the amount of people that were in his living room. 

“Fuck!” You cursed in your mind. At least that’s what you thought until you realised you had said it out loud. In your defence, that was not your intention to yell it out loud. But being in this situation has never crossed your mind. It was not humiliating because it was rather embarrassing! You’d rather be out in the streets right now to save your face from further humiliation. 

Iwaizumi placed a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were still pinned on his teammates. “What are you guys doing in my house?” There was a hint of surprise in the tone of his voice. 

“Surprise!” The whole team, still in obvious shock, cheered happily. One of the seniors popped the confetti and your body jerked in surprise. Iwaizumi kept you steady, one hand moved to hold you by the waist. 

You locked eyes with Oikawa. The brunette staring at you with a smug grin on his face that you wished you could wipe it off in an instant. Matsukawa and Makki were speechless, on the other hand. The obvious shocked expression was all over their faces when they realised their friends are… well , rather intimate with each other. 

Oikawa had this suspicion that both of you are still hooking up but he just doesn’t know how to prove it unless he gathers enough evidence. Trying to prove a point to Iwaizumi when he’s hiding it so well is like jumping into the lion’s den. His best friend would probably kick him in the ass if Oikawa buries his nose in his business. 

“The surprise birthday party just became a lot more interesting.” His voice was casual and nonchalant, but there was an undertone of teasing in the way he phrased his hints. The brunette then took several steps towards both of you who stood still like deers caught in headlights. 

You bit on your lower lip out of guilt. Slowly, you turned to look at Iwaizumi. Hesitantly, you asked him the one question that’s been nagging in your mind. “Your birthday is today?” 

Iwaizumi looked down at you. Those eyes were staring at him and he did not know how to explain to you. He did not mean to not lie to you. “Uh, yeah. But not today. It was yesterday, actually,” he awkwardly ran his hand over his nape. A deep sigh followed after. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, idiot? I would have joined them to surprise you,” a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you jokingly hit him in the stomach. But your fist was met with rock hard abs instead. 

“Well, it’s unlike me to go around sharing my birth date. It’s no big deal. You didn’t miss anything, though,” he shrugged his shoulders casually. You gave him a pointed stare when he pulled off a joke like that. You were being serious and he played it around like that. One way to get you pissed off. 

Iwaizumi’s expression turned soft, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude or anything.” 

“You better be,” you huffed. “Aight! Let’s celebrate your birthday with your beloved and precious teammates!” You then pushed the larger man to where his teammates were waiting for him. They sang the birthday song and you chuckled seeing him standing there awkwardly. It pained you to watch him being awkward all of sudden. Very unlike him. 

When it was time to blow the candles, the rest of the team yelled out, “Make a wish!”  to their co-captain. Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks, thinking of what he should wish for. He then shut his eyes for a brief moment and then blew the candles in one go. His teammates cheered for him before asking the man to cut the cake for them. He rolled his eyes at the pestering guys in his team. 

“Y/N! Feed Hajime now!” Makki asked in a very loud voice that startled you. You grumbled at him, “Why should I? You feed him!” 

“Well, because you are his girlfriend? Isn’t it sweet?” A first year junior suddenly said. All heads turned towards the owner of that voice, with a questioning look on each other’s faces. “What?” He retorted with a panicked look on his face. Poor kid probably thought he was getting jumped. 

All of them groaned in defeat. “I have no hope in this dude,” his friend next to him sighed, making everyone laugh in unison. You just shook your head at the said junior. He was just being pure and that is rare these days. 

“Don’t make fun of him, guys. He was telling us the truth. Come on, Y/N. Don’t leave us hanging!” Oikawa wiggled his eyebrows at you. At this point, he was literally forcing you to come forward and put on the ‘caring girlfriend’ act. And you were sure this will not be his last agenda to push you and Iwaizumi together. 

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows slightly raised as he turned to look at you. You were feeling guilty that you didn’t know that his birthday was yesterday. So, being the good friend that you are, you walked up to Iwaizumi. Another senior then handed you a plate of a small piece of cake with a spoon on the side. 

You grabbed onto the spoon and scooped some of the cake. “Here comes the airplane,” you teased with a playful tone, moving the spoon as if you were about to feed a baby. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes with a slight smile on his face. He felt stupid to have you feeding him like this, with lots of eyes fixed on both of you. Trying to match your height, he bent down his knees so you could feed him. 

Both of you locked eyes the moment you fed him, his lips closing around the offered bite with a playful glint in his eyes. You couldn’t help but chuckle, the gesture sending a warm feeling through you. He smiled back, chewing slowly, clearly enjoying the moment. 

Meanwhile, the rest of the team erupted into cheers and teasing remarks. "Way to go!" Matsukawa shouted, while another voice added, "Get a room, you two!" Their laughter and playful comments filled the room.

You felt your cheeks flush, but you couldn't stop smiling. His eyes stayed on yours as he swallowed and licked his lips, savoring the food and the moment. It was a small, silly act, but it held a warmth that stood out in the noisy, bustling living room.

“Lots of you seem to be having too much fun, huh?” Iwaizumi snickered. His form turned to the rest of the team surrounding him. Some guys laughed at his accusation. Well, too much fun when the man is having his guards down. That seems like the safer way to poke the bear. 

“Just enjoy your birthday, old man,” Matsukawa said. Even though he appears like the oldest, you actually learned that he is the youngest among the seniors. Iwaizumi glared at him before a smile appeared on his face. 

“Thanks for uh- feeding me just now. These guys can be galling , I know,” Iwaizumi then approached you again to express his gratitude. He knew you were a victim of their mischievousness just now. 

“Ah, it’s nothing. It’s really nothing compared to what they saw earlier,” you said and then shuddered at the reminder. Geez, if you could rewind the time, swear to God you’d rewind it and change everything. 

Iwaizumi chuckled, suddenly reminded of the whole fiasco. He needed to figure out who planned this, but it was obvious Oikawa was the mastermind. He was the only person that could get his house key from his parents. 

“Alright. You okay, though?” He asked, concerned about how you were doing in case you got uncomfortable. You nodded, reassuring him you’re fine. The man then went to meet with the rest of the team, checking up on them and the snacks they brought. 

Oikawa, then not so subtle, made his way next to you. He looked at you with a grin on his face, arms crossed to his chest. As if it was his way to tell you, “I knew it!” Without stalling his time, he finally got his question out in the open. “So, how long has this been going on, huh? I freaking knew it! I had an instinct that you guys are still hooking up! Good god, I just wish I found out about it sooner!” 

You glanced at Oikawa, your expression a mix of surprise and guilty. “Seriously, Oikawa? You’ve been snooping around, haven’t you?” You crossed your arms, mimicking his stance as you tried to suppress a smirk. “For your information, it’s not like we were hiding anything. We just weren’t broadcasting it to everyone. Not everyone needs to be in the loop about our personal lives, you know.”

You took a deep breath, attempting to keep your tone even. “And, if you really must know, it’s been a while, but that’s really none of your business. We’re okay with it. Well, you are not going to take a peek into our business or anything, right?”

“ Right ?” You repeated the last question, scared if Oikawa would be out of his mind to catch both of you in the act. That would be traumatising. 

“ Euw , do you really think my life is that pathetic? If you must know, I have my ways of getting laid too, ya know?” Oikawa winked and nudged you in the arm with his elbow. He then paused to say something. “I just hope both of you know what you are getting yourselves into. It’s going to be hard for me to make decisions.”

Your face turned into a puzzled expression, “Why would it be hard for you?”

Oikawa gasped. The man was disappointed when you couldn’t take a hint. “I cannot pick sides, shortcake. That’ll be the hardest thing to do. Both of you are hard-headed. How could I solve that?” 

Well, he wasn’t wrong though. About the hard-headed part. That was 100% accurate. You pursed your lips as if in thought, “Both of us know the arrangement. Feelings aren’t involved. So, you don’t have to worry.” 

That’s what you told yourself too. There is nothing to worry about. Right? 

Oikawa then gave you a slight nod before excusing himself to join the team again.

Speaking of the devil, Iwaizumi then came up to you with a slice of cake. “Cake?” His voice was gentle and soft. You took the plate into your own hand, “Thanks, birthday boy. It’s not too late to be calling you this, right?” 

Iwaizumi let out a snicker, “I’m gonna let you decide.” Both of you locked eyes before bursting into a fit of laughter. Just by a mere second of exchanging looks, both of you knew what was on each other’s minds. It was ridiculous how the tables turned today. Almost comical. 

“Looks like we need to postpone our appointment, then,” you paused to chuckle before continuing the rest of your sentence. 

Confused at your statement, Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows. “What appointment?” 

You looked at him with a slight disappointment plastered over your face, “ Your dick appointment, duh.” 

Iwaizumi groaned in defeat as a blush crept to his face. He could clearly feel the blood rushed to his cheeks and face from how the sentence affected him. How could he not pick up on it sooner? “You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?”

You laughed – clearly enjoying the time of your life to poke on Iwaizumi. “Insufferable? I’ve heard things that are way worse so you’re good to go, booboo .” You then picked up the spoon and fed yourself a spoonful of cake. 

The icing on your lips was licked suggestively with Iwaizumi as the audience. His jaw ticked, “Trying to rile me up? You’re so cute, princess. Good attempt, though.”

“Aw, thanks,” you grinned. “Glad to know it’s working,” you then winked at him before closing your lips around the spoon. 

“I don’t like you right now,” he groaned with a flicker of a smile on his lips. Iwaizumi wouldn’t know how much he can take while being alone with you so he dragged you to meet with the rest of the team. Just to be safe. Yup. That’s what he told himself. 

When Iwaizumi was busy chatting with his friends, he suddenly got a notification. You were standing by his side so you could see who was the sender. It was from an unsaved number. Iwaizumi seemed relaxed about it, though. It almost felt like he knew who the sender was. He then opened the text and a photo of him and his ex-girlfriend kissing then filled the screen. Both of them were smiling and from the look of it, the photo might be from a year ago. Your blood boiled seeing the same girl whom your ex-boyfriend cheated with. Naomi.

Below the photo, that bitch had the audacity to say, “Sorry I missed your birthday, booboo. Happy belated birthday! You know I’ll always love you, right? I’m here for you, always. Look at how happy we were, Hajime. I want the old us back… No one else.”

Iwaizumi’s thumb quickly pressed on the delete button without replying. As far as he is concerned, that girl is no longer his problem and she doesn’t deserve any ounce of his attention. That’s for sure. He then kept his phone inside his pocket and carried on like nothing happened. 

Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, seething with anger. She had the audacity to mess with him again? After everything that she put him through? After everything she put you through? She messed with the wrong person. Guess she hasn’t seen your crazy side yet. And you will show her hell. 

By doing a few detectives’ work, it was not that hard to find what you were looking for. You just needed to put some effort and sacrificed some of your time to finally get what you wanted. The most important resources were in the palm of your hand now. You then looked at the box with the important resource together with a note. Yeah. This should be convincing. 

You are doing this for your own good and no one else’s. You admit, you were consumed by a petty grudge, your mind looping endlessly on the minor slight. But the determination to get back at them festered, growing stronger with each passing day.

With a careful touch, you wrapped each positive pregnancy test in delicate tissue paper, taking time to ensure that they looked as pristine inside the boxes. The boxes, filled with two separate positive pregnancy sticks, were adorned with crisp, white envelopes sealed with a simple note.

In the paper for the sweet Naomi who did you wrong, a typed letter awaited. The heading written, Pregnancy Verification Letter. Its content verifying that the pregnancy test belongs to the girl turned out positive. Other than the note, the positive pregnancy test was enough to convince her whole family to receive the news. 

Oh! Did you also mention that you’re sending the pandora box to her beloved daddy’s office? Yeah. You heard from the vines that her beloved daddy is a director at a huge international business company. It wasn’t difficult to track down her dad’s name and the office address. Easy peasy. 

Then you moved to the next box. This box is specially reserved for Semi. Inside the box, there was also a short note. Inside the note written, “Semi. I couldn’t reach you anywhere! The pregnancy test I took turned out positive. Please call me back! 08148765399. Don’t leave me hanging like this, please.” And you ended the note with her name. This special box will be sent to Semi’s house. He treated you like shit so now it’s his turn to be treated like one.

It was a petty act of revenge, but to you, it was the perfect way to unsettle them — delivering chaos with a touch of sweet, sinister satisfaction. 

Now, it’s only a matter of time before the boxes get delivered to right hands. You smiled in satisfaction, knowing what you just did will raise hell within their families. They will never know it is from you. That’s the best part. 

“You look happy,” Iwaizumi said the moment he saw you entering the school’s area. You didn’t realise he was standing there the whole time. Confusedly, you took off your earphones. 

“I look happy? What did you mean?” You scoffed at his ridiculous assumption. The twisted earphones then were kept inside the pocket of your skirt. 

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes on you, not believing your casual dismissal. “You look different. Not in a bad way, don’t get me wrong!” 

You laughed at his statement. Well, you weren’t sure what he saw on your face that you couldn’t see but he wasn’t entirely wrong. Today, after so long, you finally felt a little better than the previous days. Perhaps your petty revenge did lift most of your grievances from the betrayal you got from Semi. 

Your laughter somehow got Iwaizumi feeling stuck in the moment. It made him freeze for a brief second with this indescribable feeling. Quickly, he retorted, “Why are you laughing? If this is what I got from complimenting you, then I won’t do it again.” Iwaizumi put both of his hands up, surrendering to you. 

With a soft smile, cheeks already hurt from laughing, you turned to him. “Nah, man. Don’t give up on me so easily. Thanks for the compliment. In any fairness, I wasn’t that happy. Look happy? Yeah that might sound true.” 

Both of you fell into steps side-by-side. You looked up at him, his side profile came into your sight. His side view was effortlessly alluring, with a sharp jawline that seemed to naturally catch the light. His slight tan skin brought out the boldness in his black hair, while every sharp feature added to the magnetic pull of his profile. 

Iwaizumi then let out a soft, amused laugh. “You sure do have ways of twisting what you are feeling, princess.” 

You nudged him in the ribs. Hard. Then, the man winced in pain. His reaction caused you to feel guilty in an instant. You were terrified if you had injured the man on accident. “Ah, I’m sorry!” You consoled Iwaizumi who was bent at his waist, crouching in pain. 

“Shit, Iwa. You okay? You need me to bring you to the nurse?” Your words came out in a rush, stumbling over each other as panic seized you. ‘I didn’t mean to—are you okay? Please, tell me you’re okay.” 

Iwaizumi was dying from holding back his laughter. He then stood straight, shutting his eyes close before heaving out a deep sigh. “Glad to know you care,” he laughed airily. He then saw your expression changed as if you just got betrayed.

You then punched him in the arm, “I don’t like you right now. I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of the week. BYE!” Dramatically, you walked away from him and he chased after you. Some other students were looking at both of you, wondering what’s going on. The scene almost seemed like it’s out of a k-drama scene. 

Iwaizumi then grabbed you by the arm, stopping you in your tracks. You glared at him and he flashed you a boyish grin that could cause other girls to melt. Yourself included. Damn him. 

“Our class is that way,” he pointed to the building. You bit on your lip, suppressing your increasing anger. 

“Fine. Lead the way then,” you said to him, pushing his body forward. Iwaizumi laughed seeing your frustrated expression. He walked in front of you and you jumped onto his back. Thankfully, he caught you just in time. If he didn’t, both of you would have been on the corridor’s concrete pavement. 

Iwaizumi laughed again. He never laughed this much early in the morning. Especially in school. “If both of us fell just now, I’d blame you for it,” he grumbled under his breath. 

“You’re so dramatic. Did we fall? No, right?” You rolled your eyes at him. “You can be dramatic like Oikawa does sometimes. Geez. No wonder the two of you are best friends.” 

He broke into laughter again. “I’m losing my mind talking to you.” 

“Drama queen,” you threw lighthearted jabs his way, the tone teasing but affectionate, knowing he would take it all in good humor. Iwaizumi then nudged you using his elbow in which you swerved. 

As you dodged the quick jab aimed your way, your reflexes betrayed you for just a moment, sending you stumbling into a solid form. Startled, you looked up to realize you’d bumped into none other than the football team’s captain, a towering figure whose name slipped your mind in the rush of the moment. His broad hands steadied you before you could fully register what had happened.

“Whoa, there. You good?” His deep voice was tinged with concern as he held you steady, his grip firm but gentle.

Your heart raced, caught off guard by the unexpected collision. The warmth of his body against yours sent a flush of heat rushing to your cheeks. You stammered, struggling to find your words. “Uh… sorry I bumped into you!” 

The guy, standing tall at least 6’1”, merely shrugged it off, his expression easygoing. “Nah, it’s okay. You okay, though?” His gaze softened, genuine concern creasing his brows.

As if snapped out of a daze, you found yourself momentarily tongue-tied. Iwaizumi, who had been watching the whole scene, narrowed his eyes, his usual calm demeanor cracking just a bit as he noticed the way you seemed almost flustered in the other guy’s presence. A twinge of something unfamiliar—jealousy, maybe—gnawed at him, making his fists tighten at his sides.

You finally managed to compose yourself, offering the football captain a soft, slightly embarrassed smile. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you said with a slight nod, your voice steadying as you spoke.

But Iwaizumi noticed everything—the way your smile lingered a fraction longer than usual, the faint blush that still colored your cheeks. He shifted his weight, clearing his throat a bit louder than necessary. “Ready to get back to it?” he asked, his tone casual but with a subtle edge that you couldn’t quite place.

The football captain’s gaze flickered to Iwaizumi, reading the situation with an amused smirk before turning back to you. “If you’re sure you’re okay, then,” he said, his voice warm and teasing, “I’ll leave you to it.”

As he walked away, Iwaizumi’s eyes followed him for a moment before returning to you, the tension in his posture easing slightly. “You good?” he asked, his tone softer now, more focused on you, but still carrying that hint of something deeper.

You nodded again, the blush on your cheeks finally fading. “Yeah, let’s go,” you replied, but there was a new awareness between the two of you—a silent acknowledgment that something had shifted in that brief, unexpected moment.

Maybe Iwaizumi was overthinking the whole situation just now. But, the feeling that gnawed at him just now was real. What he was feeling was real and it scared him a little bit. In that brief moment, he was feeling jealous. Even if it’s a little bit, it almost crossed the line both of you had drawn in this arrangement. 

“What’s his name? The football captain?” You asked, glancing over Iwaizumi who had fallen into silence. He looked at you, the stoic expression had slipped, replacing it with something more… intense. 

“Kazuya,” Iwaizumi said, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalance, but beneath the surface, you could sense a flicker of something else—maybe a touch of unease or reluctance.

When the name was mentioned, you repeated it, but Iwaizumi’s gaze had shifted slightly—just enough for you to notice the faint edge of doubt in his expression. Iwaizumi smiled, but the expression didn’t quite match the tone. 

Iwaizumi glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “Interested in him?” he asked, the words coming out sharper than he intended. It wasn’t that he meant to pry or sound so direct; his mind was betraying him, letting his emotions slip through his carefully maintained facade. 

Beneath his casual tone, there was a flicker of jealousy that he tried to suppress, but the tight set of his jaw and the flash of irritation in his eyes betrayed him. He knew his emotions were getting the better of him, and though he tried to mask it with a shrug, the tension in his posture and the underlying frustration in his voice were unmistakable. He couldn't help but feel unsettled, caught between his desire to appear indifferent and the undeniable sting of his own feelings.

You looked at Iwaizumi, a laugh escaping you before you could contain it. The question seemed so out of place that it struck you as almost absurd. “Interested in him?” you repeated with a chuckle, shaking your head. “Not at all. I didn’t even know his name until just now.”

You noticed Iwaizumi’s shoulders relax slightly at your response, though his expression remained guarded. His eyes, still sharp, softened as he took in your amusement. The tension that had briefly clouded his demeanor seemed to dissipate, replaced by a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. You couldn’t help but wonder if the underlying concern he had showed more about his feelings than about the other person.

The word you have been meaning to say was caught in the back of your throat. Throwing the word out of your mouth would have been a suicide to this arrangement that you asked for in the first place. Letting your emotions take control would be the end of this casual relationship you are having with Iwaizumi. You cannot afford to lose this just yet. It’s what you needed. The thrill of having him close to you, the chemistry that you guys are having. This friendship comes with its own benefits and you cannot risk losing this relationship. 

But what would happen if Iwaizumi found someone else? What if he has a girlfriend? What will happen to you? To us? 

The question suddenly nagged at you. Your expression changed sour, shoulders tensed at the sudden overthinking of what’s about to come. Trying to lighten the sudden shift in mood, you chuckled, “I have you, right?”

Iwaizumi’s heart turned giddy. It was not a confession and you probably meant it in a friendly way, not romantically. He then shrugged, “If you think of it that way, yeah, why not?” 

“You don’t have to be cocky about it, huh,” you shook your head while looking at him. Iwaizumi scoffed, “Let’s not waste our time arguing about this. Come on. We’re about to be late.” 

Chapter Text

The sound of the locker being slammed filled the male changing room in Shiratorizawa. All eyes turned to the source of the sudden noise. The boy with the ash-blonde hair gripped onto the metal locker, both hands balled into hard fists. He didn’t want to bang on the locker, the coaches would make it hell for him if he or anyone in the team ever does. 

“Whoa there, what the hell is wrong with you?” The spiky red-haired guy said as he walked past his friend. Semi gritted his teeth, jaw clenched as both of his fists tightened. What just happened fucked him in the head. His mother is now hot on his tail because he fucked up big time, he quoted what she said. 

Worst thing was, his mom found out first. The packaging was too-professionally-wrapped that he thought it was delivered from the clinic itself. He needed to talk to the girl in the fucking note. 

“Have you seen Naomi?” Semi asked in a disgruntled voice. What happened over the weekend was fucking unacceptable. 

“You expect me out of anyone else to know where she is?” Tendou scoffed at the absurdity of the question. He doesn’t like Naomi. Too whiny and too focused on grabbing male’s attention. To this day, he doesn’t know why the hell Semi would leave someone like you over the pathetic girl. Yeah, he once said it to Semi’s face but he dismissed it as if it was nothing. 

Semi then stormed out of the changing room. All eyes were on him the moment he stormed out, leaving curiousity amongst themselves. He tried calling Naomi over the last 24 hours but that shit sent him straight to voicemail. Fuck. 

The ash-blonde haired guy tried to be calm right now but the storm inside his fucking head just wouldn’t stop screaming at him. He couldn’t afford to fuck up. Not again. Semi has fucked up a lot of times this year and obviously didn’t want this to be the major fuck-ups he has committed. 

Naomi was spotted in the school’s hallway. She was standing in front of her locker, staring at it with a blank stare. Semi stopped in his tracks once he spotted her in the crowd. He then grabbed the girl by the wrist and dragged her into a quiet space where no one would walk past. 

“Eita! It hurts!” She hissed in pain, staring at the fuming mad guy. 

Semi was too consumed with his anger that he didn’t realise he was hurting her. He let go of his grip on hers. Naomi now standing in front of him, clueless. “The fuck were you on? You’re pregnant?!” He asked angrily. His fair skin is now flushed red, the veins on his neck were apparent.

Naomi opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. “I am not pregnant, Eita! Fuck, it was all false! I am not pregnant and I am positive about it! I took another test and it all turned out negative! Trust me on this, someone is fucking with both of us.” She then exhaled a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I bet it’s that shitty ex-girlfriend of yours,” she gagged dramatically. 

Semi was quick to grab on her wrist again, “Don’t talk about her like that ever again. I warned you before. This arrangement of ours is only out of pity and you know it!” 

“ Pity ? Baby, I’m not the person that you should convince,” she said in disbelief. “Go check with her and see for yourself whether she did this to us or not. I am fucking confident that it was her. But if you choose to not believe it, it’s up to you then. As far as I am concerned, this deal will be done for once our fathers meet!” 

Naomi then left Semi in the corner space. He let out a frustrated groan. This whole fucking thing with Naomi wouldn’t have happened if his kind father didn’t put him in this situation. The arrangement is a mutual arrangement with Naomi’s father but fuck, this was killing him. 

Just when he wanted to straighten things up with you, this merger blew up in his face. Semi rubbed his face with both hands. As much as he was dying to tell you, he couldn’t. He cannot afford anyone knowing this or else his father and Naomi’s father will ship him off to somewhere else instead. 

He still remembers what his father said upon seeing the pregnancy test. “That’s a good thing. More of a reason to speed your marriage,” his tone was clipped and direct, cutting through the chatter with a seriousness. 

Naomi and him hooked up when both of them were tipsy as hell. He didn’t mean to cross the line, even though she is hot and whatnot. When she knew he was in a relationship with you, she demanded him to end things with you. Semi didn’t have the heart to do it so Naomi took the initiative to do it on his behalf. 

“Fuck!” Semi punched the concrete wall out of frustration. He felt a sharp pain as his fist hit the wall, the skin punctured and searing as blood trickled down his hand. Great. Now, his coaches will definitely lecture him on this injury. Thank goodness he didn’t break his fist or that’ll be even worse. 

—

“Have you seen our marks?” Iwaizumi asked, kicking the leg of your table. You turned your body at him immediately, not even sparing a moment to waste. The project was a difficult task but with Iwaizumi’s help, you got to complete it successfully. 

“Mhm, not yet. Have you seen it?” You asked, raising a lone brow at the raven-haired boy. Iwaizumi then kept a hand inside of his pocket. His sleeves were rolled up carelessly, and while everyone else needs to wear leather shoes, Iwaizumi chose to wear sneakers. Each defied rule details a silent statement of his refusal to be bound by rules. 

“I heard that it’s ‘outstanding’,” Iwaizumi sheepishly grinned, flaunting his perfectly aligned pearl white teeth. God, he needs to smile more because it’s so darn beautiful. 

That brought you back to Earth. Ah ! The teacher must have spoken to Iwaizumi. There’s no way in hell he discovered it by himself unless he saw it by mistake! 

You gave him a warm smile. “Alright. What do you want? It’s my treat. Thanks to you, I got to finish the project without losing my mind. Anything you want, it will be my treat!” 

Iwaizumi smiled at the statement, a rare, genuine curve of his lips that made his usual stoic demeanor soften. As he crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his tanned forearms flexed, drawing your attention. The way his veins traced a subtle map beneath the bronzed skin had your heart skipping a beat. You couldn't help but let your gaze linger on the strength that radiated from him, silently fawning over the way his forearms tensed with an effortless power. It was a sight that made your pulse quicken, your breath catching in your throat as you quickly averted your eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed your staring.

He then let out a soft hum, as if he was deep in thought. Iwaizumi was far from the type of man to beg for gifts. “It’s fine. We both contributed a lot of time and effort in this project,” he said. 

Just when you wanted to speak more, he continued speaking with a grin on his face, “But a Mclaren would be nice.” 

Your smile dropped. How dare he try to rob you? Iwaizumi’s sense of humour slips out from time to time at the most random moments. You find it intriguing and also questionable. He likes to be sarcastic too most of the time. Maybe those two are aligned, that's why his sense of humour is random and sometimes questionable too.

“You are obviously rich. Don’t you dare try to rob me,” you shook your head in disapproval at him. Iwaizumi smirked, amused at your response. 

“Oh! Should we bring you to a strip club?” You gasped at the idea. Wait. 

“You peg me as someone who goes to a strip club? Try harder, princess,” Iwaizumi scoffed under his breath at the absurdity. He isn’t a pervert! 

“Well, it’s not for you. It’s for me . And you’re just my ride along!” Your voice chirped, happy with the thoughts.

Iwaizumi couldn’t believe that you actually asked him to go to a strip club. It’s an interesting place, for sure but he isn’t a pervert. Though he can go with you and enjoy the experience, it’s a pass. He doesn’t want to get into trouble in this crucial final year. 

Plus, the mid-term exam will start next week and then off to summer break. 

“Y/N!” Oikawa’s voice broke through the chatter in the room, carrying a note of urgency. He stood beside your table, his usually confident expression replaced with something close to desperation.

You glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

Oikawa leaned in slightly, his restlessness apparent. “I need your help. I’m not sure if Iwaizumi has mentioned anything to you yet, but both of us are in a tight spot. It’s urgent,” he explained, his voice laced with tension.

Iwaizumi, who had been standing beside your table, exchanged a meaningful look with Oikawa. It was clear he had wanted to tell you something, but for some reason, had held back.

You felt a knot of concern tightening in your chest as you took in Oikawa’s serious expression. “What is it? What do you need help with?” you asked, your tone shifting to match the seriousness of the situation.

Oikawa ran a hand through his hair, a rare sign of nervousness. “It’s about the summer camp. We’re short on staff, and it’s falling apart at the seams. We thought we could handle it, but it’s more than we anticipated. We need someone we can trust to step in, someone who can help us keep everything on track.”

Iwaizumi stepped closer, his usual calm demeanor edged with a hint of tension. “We’re not just asking as a favour,” he added, his voice steady but with an underlying plea. “We really need you, Y/N. You’re the only one we know who can handle this. The applicants are all girls. There’s a high chance they just want to be there for this dude right here. The coaches don’t want to take risks.”

You glanced between the two of them, feeling the weight of their request. The summer camp was a big deal, especially for Oikawa, who always aimed for perfection in everything he did. If they were asking for help, it meant things were serious. 

“Alright,” you said, nodding slowly. “I’ll help. But you two owe me for this.”

Oikawa’s face broke into a relieved smile, the tension in his shoulders easing. “You won’t regret it, Y/N. I promise.”

Iwaizumi gave you a small, grateful nod. “Thank you. We really appreciate this.”

—

After the mid-term finally ended, and the summer break started, you received this phone call from an unexpected person. You deleted his number everywhere but you’d still recognise it. That’s a problem you wish you would never have. 

“Who’s this?” You said as soon as you picked up the call. 

There was a sigh at the other line. With a gruff voice, the person said, “Y/N. It’s Semi. Don’t hang up, I have something to tell you.” 

You rolled your eyes. Even though Semi couldn’t see it, he knew you’d do it out of habit. “This is a familiar play. I still remember the last time I received your phone call, it didn’t end well. Don’t waste my time. What do you want?” 

Semi then cleared his throat. He was serious with what he was about to ask you. “I have something to ask you. And, it’s urgent. Let’s meet up at the mall at 2 p.m.”

“Surprise, surprise. What kind of urgent matter are you talking about here? You need me to fix your mistress’s attitude for you? A big NO,” you retorted. 

“That’s not what this is about. Just meet me at the mall, okay? 2 p.m. I’ll wait there,” he said, not leaving any room for you to argue more. To get under his skin and frustrate the shit out of him. 

“How do you know I’ll be there?” You fought. 

Semi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You want me to come over to your house? Sure, I’ll do that.” Even after breaking up, his threat never fails to falter you. He’s pretty adamant about this meet up and you wondered if the trap worked. If that’s the case, you cannot wait to see how it unfolded! That piece of shit’s downfall is amusing to watch. 

“Hell no. Don’t you dare show up in front of my house. Fine. 2 p.m. If you’re even a second late, I’ll get the hell out of there immediately ,” you said in annoyance and ended the call abruptly. Douchebag. 

His phone call got you thinking if the cheese in the trap was finally caught. From the sound of his voice, it sounded like it already did. You scoffed, imagining the things he’d accuse you of. He didn’t have proof of you doing it so it’ll be his words against yours. Whatever was about to go down, you couldn’t wait to see it roll. This is going to be so much fun! 

“If something happens to me, it’s my ex” you quickly crafted a text message to Iwaizumi. You bit your nail, waiting for his reply to come in. Texting him doesn’t come often but you thought he should know. Yuuji’s phone was on DND so don’t even bother to reach him. 

You

HEYY

If something happens to me, it is my ex

Grumpy Iwa

What r u even talking about

You

Semi asked me to meet up at the mall. Said it was something important lol

Grumpy Iwa

And you thought it was a good idea to go bcs???

You

HE SAID IT WAS URGENT!!!!!!

Grumpy Iwa

Urgent as in?

Y/N, it's a bad idea. Good lord.

You

I just want to watch him suffer. I'll keep you updated, though!

No worries. I'm not going back to him. He sounded like a damsel in distress just now so I gotta see it with my own eyes.

Grumpy Iwa

???????

You're quite evil.

Just kidding.

Or was I lol aight tc

Iwaizumi was oblivious to your master plan. That man might freak out hearing your little devious plan so you thought of sweeping it under the rug. If it ever gets out of control, you know it wouldn’t bug him. He is innocent and there is no need to drag him through the mud with you. 

As 2 o'clock was fast approaching, you asked your mom to send you to the mall. She agreed to send you and pick you up later. Taking the bus at this time of day was a hassle so you spared yourself the trouble. The moment you arrived at the mall, Semi sent you a text. 

“Food court upstairs. I’m already here,” his text came in. Your eyes widened. Shit. He beat you to it. Quickly, you made yourself to the escalator. The food court was on the fourth floor. Shit. Taking the escalator was a wrong move. You should’ve taken the elevator instead! Groaning to yourself, you quickened your walking pace. Once you arrived, you searched for him in the crowd. 

Semi was spotted sitting near the glass windows. You inhaled and exhaled, bracing yourself before meeting the devil. Yes. You’ve progressed. It was impossible at first but now you had gotten better at letting it go. But seeing him again in person made you sick to the stomach. Your palms had gotten sweaty and your breath started to feel unsteady. 

Slowly, you calmed yourself down by taking a deep breath. Iwaizumi actually taught you deep breathing exercises. He was the last person you thought to teach you that. But hey, people have their own way of surprising you. 

With a nervous glance around the room, you made your way to the table, your heart beating a little faster as you saw him waiting. Semi was burying his face in his phone with a furrowed eyebrow. He was donning a plain white t-shirt and light blue jeans. Feeling your pinned stare on him, he eventually lifted his gaze off of his phone. 

You hesitated to come near the table but what else could you do? Really, there was no way out. So, you inhaled another deep breath as you took a seat across him. Semi gave you a curt nod, politely asking you to have a seat. 

“Hey, how are you?” Semi asked, starting the conversation with a relaxed expression. No matter how hard he tries to hide his troubled expression, it will never work. At least that’s what you thought because you know… wait, knew him so well. 

“No small talk. Get on with it,” you said in a firm voice as you placed your bag in your lap to hide the nervousness. 

Semi raised one of his eyebrows at you before scoffing, “Harsh. Okay. Do you need anything? Drinks?” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “No, thanks. Please proceed. You’re wasting my time.” 

“O-kay,” he dragged out the syllable. “So, I received this one parcel. A very interesting parcel.”

Patiently, you waited for him to finish that thought. If you intercepted him, it would raise suspicions. You nodded for him to go on. 

“Naomi also received the same thing. Except that it was her father who received it,” he said. “Guess what’s inside the boxes?” 

“Huh?” You made a clueless expression. “How am I supposed to know what’s inside the boxes? What are you trying to tell me, Semi?” 

Semi let out a scoff. “There are positive pregnancy tests inside the boxes. The sender said it was Naomi’s. But she isn’t pregnant. Someone was trying to humiliate both of us by doing this. Does this ring any bells to you?” 

You burst out laughing in a sinister way. Semi’s eyes widened seeing you reacted in that way. It felt like he didn’t even know you. This person whom he has loved for the past years transformed into someone he doesn’t know. It felt like a punch in the gut for being laughed at. 

“Good lord, Semi. Are you trying to say I did it? That I did all of that just to spite you and her? Do you think I have the time to do all that nonsense?” You said while laughing. Your cheeks were hurting from how much you had been laughing. 

“Well, you kinda said she messed with the wrong person the last time we saw each other. So, it kinda made sense,” Semi shrugged his shoulders. 

“Do you know how disgusted I am by the two of you? Did you really think I would waste my time on you two? Not worth it,” you gagged. 

Semi’s eyes darkened as he watched your laughter spill out, the sound grating against his nerves. He had expected anger, maybe even denial, but the twisted amusement in your eyes caught him off guard, unsettling him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. This wasn’t the reaction of someone who felt wrongfully accused. No, this was something else entirely.

“You think this is funny?” Semi’s voice dropped, dangerously low, each word laced with a tension that made the air feel thicker. “I’m not joking, Y/N. This isn’t some petty prank. People’s lives could be ruined by this, Naomi’s reputation—my reputation—destroyed because someone decided to send those tests. And now you’re laughing like it’s a damn joke?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, still struggling to contain your mirth. “Semi, listen to yourself. You’re accusing me of what, exactly? Sending fake pregnancy tests to you and Naomi’s father? You think I’m that unhinged? That I’m so obsessed with you two that I’d concoct some elaborate scheme to humiliate you?”

“Maybe I do,” Semi snapped. His glare was imposing, but you refused to back down. “You’re the one who said she messed with the wrong person. You’re the one who had a meltdown when we broke up. It’s not that far-fetched to think you might—”

“Far-fetched?” you interrupted, voice rising. “You have some nerve, Eita. The audacity to think I’d waste another second of my life on you, on her, is beyond insulting. You’ve already taken so much from me, and now you want to pin this on me too?”

“I’m not pinning anything,” Semi shot back, his frustration boiling over. “But it’s damn convenient that you’re the one who threatened her. You have every reason to hate us—”

“Hate you?” you hissed, venom dripping from your words. “I don’t hate you, Semi. I’m done with you. That’s what you can’t seem to grasp. You’re not even a blip on my radar anymore. Do you think I care about whatever mess you’ve found yourself in with her? Do you think I lie awake at night plotting your downfall?”

Semi’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “It’s hard to believe anything you say when you’re acting like this.”

“You don’t get to decide how I act,” you snapped. The tension between you crackled like a live wire, threatening to spark into something more dangerous. “You’ve already decided I’m guilty without a shred of evidence. If you knew me at all, you’d know I’m better than that. I’m better than you.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and cutting, and you could see the impact they had on him. For a moment, Semi’s resolve wavered, the doubt flickering in his eyes. But then he hardened, steeling himself against whatever emotions your words had stirred.

“You’re right,” Semi finally said, his voice chillingly calm. “Maybe I don’t know you anymore. Maybe I never did.”

“Maybe you didn’t,” you shot back, not missing a beat. “And maybe that’s why we were never going to work. Because you never really saw me, did you? You only saw what you wanted to see.”

Semi’s silence was damning, and you could feel the weight of it pressing down on you both. The realization was bitter, but it was a truth you were finally ready to face. Whatever you had once had, it was gone, tainted by the very mistrust and accusations that now stood between you.

“I’m done here,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside you. “If you want to keep playing detective, be my guest. But don’t drag me into your drama again.”

Semi’s voice stopped you, low and broken. “Y/N… if you didn’t do it, then who?”

You paused, a flicker of something—pity, maybe—crossing your face before you answered. “That’s your problem now, Semi. Not mine.”

Semi’s eyes searched your face, desperation laced in his gaze. “Look at me, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice trembling slightly.

You lifted your eyes to meet his, and for a brief moment, those familiar butterflies stirred in your chest. Not anger, but the damned butterflies. But they were quickly overshadowed by the heavy weight of remorse that settled deep in your gut, a stark reminder of the betrayal that had shattered your world.

“I— I swear, I never meant to cheat on you,” Semi began, his voice breaking as he struggled to find the right words. “I was trying to be better for you, but then…” His words trailed off into silence, his breath hitching. He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

If he thought those words would change your mind, he was wrong. You had played this scenario in your head countless times, imagining how you would face him, how you would be strong, unshakable. But now, standing before him, the memories flooded back—those long, painful nights waiting for an explanation that never came, yearning for him to say it was all a mistake, that he still loved you, that he wanted to be better. But those hopes had died long ago, buried beneath the rubble of broken trust.

You had worked so hard to move on, even on the days when it felt like you were crawling through a storm, barely able to pull yourself out of bed. Each step forward had been agonizing, but you had taken them. You were rebuilding yourself, piece by piece, no matter how fragile those pieces felt.

And perhaps, deep down, it wasn’t just your strength that had pushed you to take those steps. Maybe it was Iwaizumi, with his quiet, steady presence, who had helped you see the truth—that someone who truly loved you would never do this. His words had resonated with you, spoken from a place of understanding, from a man who had known the same kind of hurt.

“I have so many things to explain,” Semi continued, his voice thick with emotion. “But I can’t. I’m in a tight spot, and it leaves me no room to make things right. But please, Y/N, I need you to trust me. What happened was a mistake. I never meant to hurt you. I still love you.”

His eyes dropped to your hands, his fingers twitching as if he was longing to reach out, to hold you one last time. But he held back, his heart heavy with the knowledge that you might have already moved on. He realized then, with a painful clarity, that sometimes the greatest act of love is letting go. The thought tore at him, knowing he had wasted someone who had once loved him so deeply, despite all his flaws.

“You’re joking, right?” Your voice was steady, but your pulse was racing, a storm of emotions swirling inside you as you waited for his answer.

Semi’s heart sank at your words, the slight tremor in your voice not lost on him. He could see the storm of emotions in your eyes, a mix of anger, sadness, and something else he couldn’t quite place. He had been hoping, foolishly perhaps, that there was still a sliver of hope, that maybe you still cared enough to listen. But as he looked at you now, he realized just how much damage he had done.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I’m not joking,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s too late, Y/N. I know I’ve lost you, and I hate myself for it every day. But I needed to say it… I needed you to know that you were never the problem. I was. And I’m sorry.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as his words hit you like a wave. For a moment, you were tempted to believe him, to let the walls you had built around your heart crumble. But then you remembered the nights you spent crying, the endless questions you had asked yourself, wondering what you did wrong. And it all came rushing back—the pain, the betrayal, the heartbreak.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you replied, your voice strained as you fought to keep your emotions in check. “You’re sorry? Sorry doesn’t fix what you did. Sorry doesn’t erase the months of hurt, the nights I spent wondering why I wasn’t enough for you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You had shed enough tears over him. You were done.

“I don’t need your apologies, Semi,” you continued, your voice growing steadier with each word. “I’ve moved on. I’ve had to. And you know what? I’ve realized that I deserve better than this. Better than someone who didn’t see my worth until it was too late.”

Semi’s shoulders slumped under the weight of your words, the crushing realization that there was no going back. He had always known this moment would come, but knowing didn’t dull the pain of it. Deep down, he had clung to the small, selfish hope that maybe, just maybe, you could forgive him, that somehow you could start over. But now, as he stood before you, facing the reality of what he had done, he knew it was impossible.

His heart ached with the finality of your decision, and yet, there was a part of him that understood. He had hurt you in ways he never intended, and no apology could ever erase that. Still, he had to try. “I understand,” he said quietly, his voice thick with regret. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, Y/N. I just… I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. Truly.”

You nodded, the weight of the conversation settling over you like a heavy shroud. It had taken so long to get to this point, to find the strength to let go. There were no more words left to say, no more explanations or apologies that could change what had happened. You had made your peace with it, though the scars remained, reminding you of the pain that had once consumed you.

But as you looked at Semi, you saw something in his eyes that mirrored your own—an understanding, a silent acknowledgment that this was the end. Not just of the relationship, but of the anger, the hurt, the endless cycle of blame and regret. It was time to let go.

“Goodbye, Semi,” you said, your voice steady, resolute. The word “goodbye” held more than just the end of a conversation; it was a farewell to the past, to the person you once were, and to the person he used to be.

He nodded, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Goodbye, Y/N.” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if speaking any louder would shatter the fragile truce between you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air was thick with unspoken words, regrets that would never be voiced, and memories that would never fade. And then, slowly, you turned to walk away. With each step, you felt the chains of the past loosening, the weight lifting from your shoulders. It wasn’t easy, but there was a strange sense of peace in the finality of it all.

But before you could leave completely, Semi’s voice stopped you. “Y/N,” he called out, his tone different this time—calmer, more resigned. You turned to face him, and he looked at you with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. “I know we can’t go back. But… I want you to know that I’ll always be grateful for what we had. Even if it ended like this.”

His words struck a chord deep within you, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to feel the warmth of the good memories, not just the pain of the bad ones. You offered him a small, genuine smile. “So will I, Semi. So will I.”

And with that, you both knew it was truly over. There was no bitterness, no lingering resentment—just two people who had once loved each other, finally able to let go. As you walked away for the last time, you felt a sense of closure, a release from the past that had haunted you for so long. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

And now, finally, you were both free.

"I’ll walk you downstairs, if that’s okay with you?" Semi’s voice wavered slightly, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. He exhaled shakily, as though summoning the courage to make the offer. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, and his eyes—once so familiar, now tinged with uncertainty—held a faint glimmer of hope, a plea for some semblance of normalcy in the aftermath of everything that had happened. 

You hesitated, the weight of his simple request settling over you like a heavy blanket. It was a gesture of politeness, a final act of courtesy, and despite the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse him. Slowly, you nodded, giving him the smallest of confirmations.

Semi fell into step beside you, and together you began the silent journey toward the nearest lift. The hallway stretched out before you, every step you took accompanied by the quiet echo of your footsteps against the cold, hard floor. His presence so close to you felt strangely disorienting, as though the invisible barrier that had been erected between you during your breakup was being pushed and prodded with every passing moment. It wasn’t awkward, not exactly, but it was undeniably weird—a peculiar blend of tension and familiarity that neither of you could quite shake. The air was thick with unspoken words, the remnants of your recent conversation still hanging in the space between you like a ghost that refused to be exorcised.

As you approached the elevator, Semi finally broke the silence, his voice tentative, almost as if he were afraid of shattering the fragile peace you had found. “Is your mom picking you up?”

You nodded, grateful for the innocuous question that grounded you, if only for a moment. “Yeah. She’ll be here any minute. You?”

“My friend is picking me up. So, yeah,” he replied, his attempt at a chuckle falling flat as it escaped his lips. It was the kind of sound that lacked true humor, a reflex rather than a genuine expression of amusement.

You cast a sideways glance at him, skepticism creeping into your tone as you asked, “This friend you’re mentioning… it isn’t Naomi, is it?”

Semi’s reaction was swift, his denial immediate as he waved off the suggestion with a dismissive hand. “Nah, it’s my classmate. He’s nearby, so we kinda carpooled just now.” A brief pause, and then, with a hint of his old mischief, he added, “Jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. The banter felt almost normal, like slipping into an old, worn-in pair of shoes—familiar, if not entirely comfortable. As you reached the elevator, the doors slid open with a soft chime, and the two of you stepped inside the small, confined space. You glanced over at him as you pressed the button for the ground floor. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Semi leaned against the wall of the elevator, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to face you. His eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing glint in them as he asked, “You know it was a joke, right?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, the sound echoing hollowly in the tight space. “A joke is supposed to be funny, Eita.”

As if the universe had a cruel sense of timing, the elevator lurched to an abrupt halt, the lights flickering ominously before dimming slightly. Panic surged through you like a lightning strike, your heart pounding in your chest. Of all the places, of all the people to be stuck with, why did it have to be here, with him?

“Shit,” Semi cursed under his breath, instinctively reaching out to steady himself against the handrail. Your own steps faltered, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, your bodies nearly collided in the confined space. The proximity was suffocating, every breath you took laced with the scent of him, the warmth of his body radiating like a beacon in the close quarters.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your voice tight with anxiety. The situation was bad enough, but being trapped here with your ex—the one person you had just finished the painful process of saying goodbye to—felt like some kind of twisted cosmic joke. “This can’t be happening.”

Semi’s concern was immediate, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and urgent, laced with genuine worry.

You forced yourself to nod, even though your breath was coming faster, the walls of the elevator seemed to close in on you with every passing second. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just press the emergency button.”

Semi didn’t hesitate, his hand moving quickly to press the button with a firm, deliberate push. But when the button failed to produce any response—no reassuring voice, no indication that help was on the way—the silence that followed was deafening. The reality of being trapped in this tiny space with him began to settle over you, a creeping dread that made your pulse quicken and your mind race.

The air in the elevator felt stifling, the tension between you amplifying the claustrophobia that threatened to spiral out of control. Semi noticed your discomfort, and without a word, he took a tentative step closer, his voice softening as he spoke again. “We’ll get out of here soon, I promise. Just try to stay calm, okay?”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip to keep the rising panic at bay. It took everything in you to keep your breathing steady, to focus on anything other than the oppressive closeness of the elevator walls. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape the irony of the situation—trapped with the person you had just walked away from, in every sense of the word.

In that confined space, with nowhere to run, the air between you grew thicker, charged with emotions left unsaid. The silence was heavy, not just with the uncertainty of the moment, but with the echoes of everything that had been, and everything that would never be again.

Without thinking further, you shot Iwaizumi a text message. The line coverage wasn’t that good in the elevator and it was killing you that you could lose communication with Iwaizumi anytime now. 

You

SHIT!!!!

I'm trapped in the elevator with Semi. Out of all time and places?!

God loves me I guess

Grumpy Iwa

?

You guys are trapped? How come??

Where are you?

You replied to Iwaizumi’s last message, “This elevator is near to the long wing. I don’t know what level we’re on now.” Your eyes widened in disbelief as you glanced at your phone, the “No Coverage” icon glaring back at you. A groan escaped your lips, frustration bubbling up from deep within. 

Semi noticed, his gaze snapping to you, concern etched across his features. “Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice gentle yet tinged with worry.

“No coverage, for God’s sake!” you muttered, the exasperation clear in your tone as you waved your phone in the air, hoping against hope for a signal. Semi pulled out his own phone, a frown settling on his face as he realized he was in the same predicament. With a long, weary sigh, he shook his head.

“No answer from them,” he said, his voice laced with a sense of defeat that mirrored the sinking feeling in your chest. The reality of your situation hit you like a tidal wave, the claustrophobia of the elevator amplifying the helplessness that clung to the air. This was really the wrong time for something like this to happen.

Slowly, as if the weight of the world were pressing down on you, you slid down the cold metal wall of the elevator, your legs giving out beneath you. “I—I’ve had a tough week,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with exhaustion. “And this… this is really the last thing I expected to happen.”

Semi’s posture stiffened at your words, his ears perking up in caution. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he looked closer, he could see the weariness etched into your features, the way your shoulders sagged as if they were carrying an invisible burden. How could he not have seen it earlier?

“Me too,” Semi confessed, his voice soft, almost tender. “It’s been a tough week for me too.” He hesitated, then asked, “What happened?”

A bitter chuckle slipped past your lips, a sound devoid of humor. “Semi, we’re not in a relationship anymore,” you reminded him, your tone hardening. “You don’t have to pretend that you care.”

Semi’s brows knitted together in confusion and hurt. Pretending? He wasn’t pretending. He cared—he cared more than he knew how to express. “I’m not pretending,” he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice palpable. “I do care. I always have. If you want to talk about it, I’m here. We’ve got time, given… the situation.”

You turned your head, locking eyes with him, but there was no warmth, no affection in your gaze—only a cold, empty resentment that cut him to the core. “We ended things for good, Semi,” you said, your voice firm despite the tremor that threatened to break it. “If you wanted to care, it’s too late for that now.” Your throat tightened, and you swallowed hard against the lump that had formed there. Your eyes burned with unshed tears, the emotional toll of the week finally breaking through the walls you had built.

Semi looked away, his gaze drifting to the reflective walls of the elevator, the tension in the small space almost suffocating. After a moment, he turned back to you, his voice soft and filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “What if that’s not the case?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you furrowed your brow, trying to decipher the meaning behind them. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice wary.

“What if it’s not too late?” Semi’s voice was shaky, but there was a thread of hope woven through it—a hope he had clung to despite everything. “What if it’s not too late for me to care? For us to fix things?” He had hesitated too many times before, letting fear and pride hold him back from saying what he truly felt. But now, trapped in this elevator with nothing but time and regrets, he couldn’t afford to hold back anymore.

You took a deep breath, your heart aching as you slowly shook your head. “It is too late, Semi,” you said, the finality of your words hanging heavy in the air between you. “We’ll only go back to square one. It’s a loop, a cycle. We’re not good for each other anymore. You said it yourself. Remember?”

The memory of his own words came rushing back to him, the pain of them sharper now than when he had first spoken them. He had thought ending things would be the right decision, that it would save you both from more hurt in the long run. But standing here now, hearing you echo his own doubts back to him, he realized too late how much those words had cost him.

Semi’s heart sank, the hope he had desperately clung to slipping through his fingers like sand. He had wanted so badly to believe that things could be different, that maybe, just maybe, he could undo the damage he had done. But as he looked at you—really looked at you—he saw the truth in your eyes. You were right. The cycle would only continue, trapping you both in a never-ending loop of pain and reconciliation. The time for saving what you had was long gone.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence in the elevator thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Finally, Semi nodded, his heart heavy with the acceptance of what he had lost. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “I remember.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, but you didn’t bother to wipe it away. The truth was harsh, but it was also freeing in a way. There was no going back, no fixing what was broken. But maybe, just maybe, that was okay. Maybe this was the closure you both needed to truly move on.

Semi's heart twisted as he searched your eyes, desperately hoping to find some glimmer of the past, something to hold onto. But all he found was the cold, unyielding truth staring back at him. It was too late. The realization hit him like a punch in the gut, making it hard to breathe. He leaned back against the elevator wall, feeling the weight of the silence pressing down on him.

"I know I said that," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But that was before… before I realized how much I still need you. How much I messed up." His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and for a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze.

You inhaled deeply, your chest tight with emotion. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you forced them back, refusing to let them fall. “Semi, needing me now doesn’t change what happened. It doesn’t erase the pain, the betrayal… everything that broke us.”

He nodded slowly, understanding the finality in your voice but refusing to accept it. "I know it doesn't. But can't we just… start over? Wipe the slate clean?"

You shook your head, a sad smile playing on your lips. "There’s no starting over, Eita. There’s only moving forward. And I think… I think we both deserve a chance to do that without each other."

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Semi swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "But what if I can't move forward without you? What if I never get over this… over you?"

Your heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice. This was the side of him that you had fallen in love with, the side that was now breaking your heart all over again. "You will, Semi. It might not feel like it now, but you will. We both will."

He shook his head, refusing to accept it. "How? How am I supposed to move on when every part of me is still tied to you?"

Tears finally broke free, sliding down your cheeks. You wiped them away quickly, trying to maintain your composure. "You let go, Eita. You let go of the memories, the pain, the guilt. You forgive yourself. And you forgive me."

The irony of the situation hit you like a cold gust of wind, chilling you to your core. There was Semi, standing before you, his voice trembling with desperation, pleading for a second chance. It was almost laughable, in a tragic way, because not so long ago, the roles had been reversed. You could still vividly remember the countless nights when you had stood in front of him, your heart in your throat, begging him to make things right, to not let go of what you two had built together. You had asked for his love, his commitment, and his honesty, only to be met with excuses, half-hearted apologies, and empty promises.

Now, here he was, echoing the very words you once whispered in the dark, hoping for a different outcome. The cruel twist of fate was almost too much to bear. The memories of you pleading with him, willing to do anything to save your relationship, played in your mind like a haunting melody, each note striking a painful chord. You had given him everything, bared your soul, and laid your heart at his feet, only to watch him walk away, leaving you to pick up the shattered pieces alone.

And now, with those pieces painstakingly put back together, he was the one grasping at straws, trying to hold on to something that had long since slipped through his fingers. The irony was bitter, a sharp contrast to the softness of his plea. It was almost poetic in its cruelty, how the tables had turned, leaving him to feel the sting of rejection, the hopelessness that had once consumed you.

The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor, bringing everything full circle in a way that was both heartbreaking and eerily just. And as you stood there, watching him struggle with the realization that he was too late, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of that irony pressing down on you, a reminder of just how much had changed, and how much both of you had lost.

His breath hitched at your words, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I don't know if I can do that."

"You have to," you whispered, your voice trembling. "For your sake, and for mine."

Semi looked down at the floor, his shoulders shaking with the effort to keep himself together. After what felt like an eternity, he finally nodded. "Okay," he choked out. "Okay, I'll try."

–

Iwaizumi anxiously waited for your response, his heart pounding in his chest as he sat at the lunch table with his family. The untouched food in front of him was a testament to his growing worry. His family chatted animatedly around him, but their voices were drowned out by the storm of thoughts raging in his mind. It was unlike him to be this distracted, but the idea of you being trapped in an elevator with your ex-boyfriend gnawed at him relentlessly.

Jealousy mingled with fear, his thoughts spiraling into worst-case scenarios. The confined space, the tension—anything could happen in there. His mind wandered to places he didn’t want it to go, imagining scenarios that twisted his stomach into knots. He hated that his mind took him down that route, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of you and Semi, so close in that small, enclosed space, made him feel like he was losing control.

Iwaizumi had tried calling you repeatedly, but each attempt ended with your voicemail. The frustration and fear building inside him became unbearable, his leg bouncing nervously under the table. Without a second thought, he abruptly stood up, startling his family.

“I have an emergency. I’ll be right back, I promise!” His voice was tight with urgency as he grabbed the car keys from his parents and bolted out the door. He didn’t even wait for their response. The only thing on his mind was getting to you as fast as he could.

He sped through the streets, his heart racing faster than the car’s engine. The mall’s name echoed in his head—thankfully, you had mentioned it to him earlier. As he navigated through the traffic, his phone buzzed with a message. He slammed on the brakes, pulling over to read it.

Finally, you had replied.

Relief surged through him, but he didn’t waste any time. He practically sprinted through the mall, searching every floor, every elevator, until he found the one surrounded by firefighters. His chest tightened as he watched them work to pry the doors open. The minutes felt like hours as he stood there, his hand clenched tightly around his phone, knuckles white with tension.

When the elevator doors finally creaked open, Iwaizumi released a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He watched as you stepped out, your expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. You hadn’t seen him yet, too busy thanking the firefighters who had helped you. Iwaizumi’s heart swelled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness as he watched you interact with the rescuers. His worry wasn’t entirely gone, though. The thoughts that had plagued him on the drive over still lingered.

Then, you spotted him. The moment your eyes met, a bright smile spread across your face, and you called out his name cheerfully, “Iwa!” Without hesitation, you crossed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

He held you close, his grip on you firm, almost as if he was afraid to let go. There was a palpable sense of relief in the way he hugged you, as though he was reassuring himself that you were really there, safe in his arms. “How did you know I’d be here?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look up at him.

“Your message finally came through when I arrived. Thank goodness,” Iwaizumi replied, his voice shaky with lingering fear. He glanced over your shoulder, his eyes locking onto Semi, who had just emerged from the elevator. The tension between the two men was palpable, even from a distance.

Semi’s narrowed eyes and tight jaw made it clear that he wasn’t pleased with the situation, but you didn’t care. You met his gaze one last time, a silent exchange passing between you. It was a final farewell, a wordless acknowledgment that whatever you had with him was truly over.

Iwaizumi noticed the exchange, his own worry intensifying as he caught sight of the sweat glistening on your forehead. His mind raced, jumping to conclusions. “Everything okay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You chuckled softly, trying to ease his concerns. “I’ll tell you once I’m done processing everything that just happened,” you replied, your tone light despite the heaviness of the situation. “How long were you waiting?”

Iwaizumi hummed thoughtfully, trying to recall the time. “Uh, I think around 25 minutes? I’m not too sure. I didn’t keep track of the time.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Oh, God. We were trapped for almost an hour? Shit!” The shock in your voice was palpable, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.

“I was worried when you didn’t reply to my message. So, I rushed here. That was when I got your last message,” Iwaizumi explained, his voice softening. The concern etched into his features touched you deeply. He didn’t have to come, but he did. He dropped everything and came for you.

Iwaizumi’s attention shifted back to you. Your attempt to change the subject, the way you seemed to brush off the seriousness of the situation, touched him deeply. He could see through your facade, recognizing the exhaustion and the pain behind your attempt to seem nonchalant. His mind was still reeling from the fear of you being in danger, and as he listened to you talk, he realized how much he valued your presence in his life. The ordeal had cemented his feelings for you, and he knew that whatever happened, he would be there to support you, no matter what.

As you walked away from the scene together, the weight of what had just happened settled over both of you. Iwaizumi’s presence was a comfort, a steadying force after the chaos of the past hour. You realized then how much he truly cared for you, how much he was willing to do for you. In that moment, the fear and jealousy that had consumed him melted away, replaced by the simple joy of knowing you were safe.

And as you left Semi behind, a chapter of your life closing with that final, silent goodbye, you felt a sense of closure, a quiet peace that you hadn’t known you needed until now.

As you both moved away from the scene, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Despite the ordeal, Iwaizumi’s presence was a steady source of comfort. Taking a deep breath, you gathered your thoughts before speaking.

“Iwaizumi,” you said softly, your voice carrying a note of genuine gratitude. “I really want to thank you for being here. For coming all this way.”

Iwaizumi looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and concern. “You don’t need to thank me. I couldn’t just stay away. I was worried sick about you.”

You nodded, a small, appreciative smile touching your lips despite the weariness. “I know. I didn’t expect you to drop everything like this, especially given everything that’s been happening.”

He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant but his eyes revealed the sincerity behind his actions. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’m just relieved you’re okay. I was losing my mind trying to reach you.”

Your smile grew, moved by his genuine concern. “It means a lot to me, Iwaizumi. It’s been such a tough day, and seeing you here just made it a little easier.”

He met your gaze, his expression softening. “You don’t have to face things like this alone. If you need anything, just ask. I’m here for you.”

The warmth in his voice was reassuring, and you felt a swell of gratitude. “Thank you. I really needed to hear that. It’s been a rough day, and knowing that someone cares means a lot.”

Iwaizumi gave you a comforting smile. “Anytime. Just focus on getting through today. We can talk more once things settle down.”

As you continued to walk, the tension from the elevator gradually eased, replaced by a sense of calm and mutual support. For the first time in a while, you felt a flicker of hope, knowing that even amidst the chaos, you had someone who truly cared beside you.