You kicked him out, using every last bit of self restraint not to scream at him, “How can I be happy for you when you’re breaking my heart?” ![]() He wanted new experiences and he had thought you would understand, would be happy for him. He’d cried too, trying to reason with you, his best friend, that he wasn’t leaving you, he just wanted out of Japan for a while. You’d cried, not understanding how he could just go halfway around the world without a thought. That was the first time you and Iwaizumi ever fought. When he confided, after a movie marathon at your house when your parents were out of town, that he was going to America for college, you were sure he’d never seen you as anything more than a friend. Even as you turned down any confessions you received, he was oblivious to the feelings and you grew used to the idea that he saw you simply as a friend, an almost sister he’d known and grown up with since childhood. The crush you’d harbored on him since you were 6 and he picked you up off the ground with worry in his bright, wide eyes went unnoticed by the man. ![]() Nearly everyday, you were at one another’s houses, doing homework, watching movies, watching him practice and tossing balls to him in his backyard. You were a good friend, the best friend to all four of them, but none more than Iwaizumi. You were there for every heartbreaking, soul crushing defeat to hold them, allowing them to drop their guard and cry on your shoulder. You were there for every struggle, every injury or obstacle the team had to overcome, offering what encouragement you could. You were there for every exciting win, thrown over Mattsun or Iwaizumi’s shoulders and spun around in joy. You just happened to have four young men looking out for you when high school started as opposed to the two you’d grown up with.Īs high school started, you became manager for the volleyball team at the behest of all of “your boys” and still, the five of you were always together. Along the way, Makki and Mattsun joined the group, but you were never pushed out. The three of you were always together through primary school and middle school, the two boys obsessed with volleyball (and Godzilla and aliens) and you following along, their biggest cheerleader. You had gone through school together, meeting his friend Oikawa along the way, the dynamic duo becoming a trio when you joined them. Over the next twenty years, you and Hajime were nearly inseparable. That was the day you met your best friend. Your mother had thanked Hajime for being such a gentleman and then found his mother, setting up a playdate for the following. Your ankle had been hurt and he had helped you to stand and then walked you slowly over to your mother. You had fallen off a swing and a 4 year old Hajime had come to your rescue, jumping off his own swing several away and running to your side. You’d met him when you were 4 at a playground near your home. You’d known Iwaizumi Hajime for twenty years. ![]() Thank you □ Also you would’ve killed me for writing this in tumblr drafts like I did lol. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for this love story we wrote together, it never fails to make me so happy. ![]() I included a tiny bit of our original conversation between Haji and Issei, as well as Haji and B. It was your beautiful storytelling that gave me one of my favorite love stories with one of my (now) favorite characters. Note: Crew, my love, this entire fic (hell my entire selfship with Hajime) is dedicated to you □ Consider this fic a love letter to your talent as an author and storyteller. Summary: You and Iwaizumi have been best friends your entire life, both secretly pining for one another. TW: friends to lovers, FLUFFFFFF, Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used), short reader (sorry, I’m 5′ tall and this was fairly 100% self indulgent) Rating: 18+ (this might be fluff but minors still, fuck off of my blog) Pairing: Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) DAY 1 SIMPTEMBER: Friends to Lovers-Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu)
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