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˚₊‧꒰ა iwaizumi hajime head canons and little scenarios since his birthday is tmmr ! ໒꒱‧₊˚
warnings; cursing uhh and i honestly think that’s it enjoy !
not really proof read !
⟢ he’s not big on celebrating his birthday, but you know how to make him feel special without throwing such big parties
⟢ he’s also not fond of surprises, gets irritated when shittykawa tries to throw them
⟢ hajime came home after practice to find all of the big lights shut off & his favorite candle lit up on the kitchen table near the front door
he slips off his shoes and tosses his bag to the side, sweat sliding down from his forehead to his chest which leaks into his shirt.
“y/n?” he yelled out loud enough for it to echo through the house and for you to hear him.
he takes a few steps forward before you walk out of the bedroom and stop in front of him, you’re in his shirt, pj shorts and some socks.
“hi” you spoke out softly.
hajime stands there with his gaze soft all over you while taking in your slightly sweet aroma, the way your perfume and body wash collide with each other, enhancing the scent.
“happy birthday!” you shout out to him.
you sort of startled him but not enough for it to be noticeable that he snapped out of his admiration.
hajime takes a few small steps toward you before pulling you into a hug, leaning his face into the snug of your neck and his arms resting around your waist.
“thank you, i love you” he murmured against you.
you smile then respond with, “i love you too haj, you’re welcome”
⟢ you like to help him get settled after practice by already having his stuff laid out for him, clothes & deodorant
⟢ as he headed into the bathroom he saw that the light was off, there was an epson salt bath waiting for him with candles lit & his favorite drink sitting on bathtub caddy.
⟢ you stood in the kitchen and prepared his favorite dinner as he calmly dipped himself into the warm tub
⟢ you’ve prepared his plate, setting it down on the dining table before peaking your head into the bathroom
you spoke softly, “your dinner is resting on the table dear”
he looked over at you and smiled softly, “thank you” he mouthed.
as you walked slowly back into the kitchen you started to prepare your own plate.
hajime groaned softly as he gently lifted himself out of the tub, wrapping the towel from the rack around his waist
I he walked into the bedroom across the hall and dried off before putting on his clothes and applying a few swipes of deodorant under each armpit.
“shit…” he sighed before setting the deodorant down on the dresser and walking out of the room
you stood there at the counter finishing preparing your plate
he stood there looking you up and down before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist gently.
his head dropped down to the corner of your neck before he spoke out against it, “thank you”
you smiled to yourself for a second, placing your arms over his where they’re placed.
“you’re welcome haji” you spoke back softly.
⟢ after dinner, you two laid & cuddled up on the couch with a blanket draped over you both.
all of the lights were off, and the only sounds were you two breathing and noises coming from the television
hajime couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer but honestly, neither could you so you both drifted to sleep as the movie continued to play it’s last final minutes.
divider credits ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ @cursed-carmine !
request by @ch3rry10 !
a/n .ᐟ sorry if it’s not what you wanted ;( today is my boyfriend’s birthday ! & tomorrow is iwa’s ! happy birthday to them both . . . ᨳଓ
iwaizumi never made a big deal out of his birthday.
even growing up, it was always simple. a cake from his parents, a loud call from oikawa that usually turned into an argument within five minutes, and maybe dinner somewhere decent if he wasn’t too busy with practice.
so when he wakes up that morning to the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair, he assumes it’ll be another normal day.
his eyes crack open slowly.
you’re smiling down at him softly, sunlight spilling across your face from the curtains behind you.
“happy birthday,” you whisper.
iwaizumi stares for a second, still half asleep, before groaning quietly and pulling the blanket over his face.
“s’too early…”
you laugh immediately. “it’s nine in the morning.”
“exactly.”
despite his complaining, he reaches one arm out from beneath the blanket until he finds your waist, tugging you down beside him.
his voice comes out rough with sleep when he presses his face into your shoulder.
“you better not have planned anything embarrassing.”
“depends.”
he narrows his eyes without lifting his head. “that’s not reassuring.”
“i think you’ll survive.”
he grumbles something under his breath, but his hand stays warm against your hip, thumb rubbing lazily against your side while he wakes up properly.
that alone tells you enough.
because hajime iwaizumi is not dramatic with affection.
he doesn’t make speeches or cling or ask for reassurance outright.
instead, he lingers.
he keeps touching you in quiet little ways. pulls you closer. rests his chin on your shoulder. looks at you longer than usual when he thinks you aren’t paying attention.
and today, he’s doing all of it.
by noon, he’s suspicious.
mostly because you keep disappearing into other rooms and refusing to answer questions.
“why are you acting weird?” he asks as he leans against the kitchen counter.
“i’m literally standing here.”
“yeah, weirdly.”
you point a spatula at him. “go sit down.”
“that sounds threatening.”
“hajime.”
he snorts quietly but obeys anyway, dropping onto the couch with his arms crossed.
a few minutes later, you appear carrying a small cake.
not huge. not professionally decorated. slightly uneven frosting near the edges.
completely homemade.
his expression changes instantly.
“you made that?”
“maybe.”
“you hate baking.”
“that’s what makes this meaningful.”
he stares at the cake for another second before looking back at you, softer now.
there’s your favorite candles stuck crookedly into the top because the store had run out of plain ones. the frosting color is slightly messy. one side looks like it nearly collapsed at some point.
it’s perfect.
you place it down carefully on the table in front of him.
“make a wish.”
he sighs dramatically. “you’re lucky i love you.”
“you absolutely adore me.”
“debatable.”
but he’s smiling.
really smiling.
the kind that crinkles at the corners and makes him look younger somehow.
you sing quietly while he shakes his head in embarrassment the entire time.
when he blows the candles out, you clap for him anyway.
“humiliating,” he mutters.
“you survived.”
“barely.”
you laugh, moving to cut the cake, but pause when you feel his hand catch your wrist gently.
“hey.”
you glance back.
his expression softens again, quieter this time.
“thanks.”
simple words.
but from him, they mean everything.
later that evening, the apartment is calm.
the dishes are done. the leftover cake is sitting crookedly in the fridge. some random movie plays softly in the background that neither of you are really paying attention to.
iwaizumi sits between your legs on the couch while you comb your fingers through his hair.
he practically melts against you.
“you’re spoiled,” you mumble.
“earned it.”
“oh?”
“mhm.”
he tilts his head back slightly so he can look at you upside down.
“i’m an excellent boyfriend.”
you burst out laughing. “the confidence?”
“it’s true.”
“you threatened a cashier last week because they gave me the wrong drink.”
“they made you sad.”
“i was mildly disappointed.”
“same thing.”
you shake your head affectionately, smoothing down a piece of his hair.
his eyes close again almost immediately.
comfortable silence settles between you for a while before he suddenly speaks again.
“best birthday i’ve had.”
your fingers pause.
“really?”
“yeah.”
his voice is quieter now. more honest.
“didn’t have to do a bunch of stuff. didn’t have people bothering me all day.” he shrugs lightly. “just got to be here with you.”
your chest aches a little at how sincere he sounds.
because that’s the thing about iwaizumi.
he loves in steady ways.
safe ways.
the kind that settle into your bones before you even realize it’s happened.
you lean down, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead.
“good,” you whisper.
his hand reaches up immediately, finding yours and intertwining your fingers together.
“c’mere.”
“i’m literally holding you already.”
“closer.”
you laugh softly but shift anyway, letting him pull you tighter against his chest this time.
he hums in satisfaction.
a few seconds later, you feel him press a sleepy kiss against the back of your hand.
“love you,” he murmurs.
the words come naturally from him now. easy. certain.
you smile instantly.
“love you too, birthday boy.”
“never call me that again.”
“okay, birthday boy.”
he groans loudly while you laugh into his shoulder, and despite all his complaints, his arms only tighten around you more.
seijoh4 minus iwaizumi traps you in your own apartment so they could gift you to iwaizumi.
wc: 1.4k, no idc if them living tgt don’t make sense.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA-CHAN :3
the scent of oikawa’s overpriced cologne was the first indicator that security had been breached. the second indicator was the colossal, neon-pink satin ribbon currently being looped around your torso with the frantic urgency of a group of teenagers trying to wrap a fragile porcelain vase before their parents got home.
“hold still, y/n-chan! if the bow isn’t symmetrical, the entire aesthetic integrity of the birthday surprise is compromised!” oikawa hissed, his fingers flying through the silky fabric as he knotted it around your waist.
“you’re going to suffocate her, you idiot,” matsukawa muttered from the corner, leaning against your kitchen counter while casually eating one of your strawberries. “and if she dies, iwaizumi will literally liquefy our bones and drink them like a protein shake.”
“i’m executing a flawless vision!” oikawa protested, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
you were sitting on your own living room rug, thoroughly bound from the waist up in a massive, glossy pink bow. you looked like a very expensive, slightly confused gift basket. the aoba johsai third-years had broken into your apartment exactly twenty minutes ago under the guise of ‘intelligent birthday operations,’ and instead of screaming for help, you had mostly just been impressed by how fast hanamaki could tie a double-knot.
“honestly, i feel like a fancy ham,” you said, shifting slightly to see if you could move your arms. you couldn’t. they were pinned quite securely to your sides. “is the candlelit dinner really necessary if i can’t even pick up a fork?”
“iwa-chan will feed you,” oikawa said, waving his hand dismissively as he lit the final tea light on your coffee table. they had cleared away your textbooks, replaced them with a white tablecloth, and ordered an obscene amount of high-end takeout. “in fact, he will probably view this as the greatest day of his entire mortal existence. now, quiet! i hear his footsteps. everyone, to the balcony!”
in a flurry of squeaking sneakers and hushed arguments about who was stepping on whose feet, the three boys scrambled out through your glass doors, shutting the curtains behind them just as the front doorknob jiggled.
the door swung open.
iwaizumi stepped into the apartment, his shoulders tense and his brow furrowed in that permanent, default scowl he wore whenever he had been left alone with oikawa for more than five minutes. he was carrying his gym bag, looking thoroughly exhausted by the mere concept of his own birth anniversary.
“oikawa, if you hid my keys in the bushes again, i’m going to—”
he stopped dead in his tracks.
the apartment was dimly lit, glowing with the soft, flickering warmth of a dozen tiny candles. the scent of cherry blossoms and spicy takeout filled the air. and there, sitting precisely in the center of the room, was you. wrapped in a giant pink bow like a prize-winning show pony.
iwaizumi’s brain stalled. his brain completely derailed, flew off the tracks, and exploded into a spectacular fireball of adoration. his gym bag slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. his eyes dilated so fast they looked entirely black, his chest heaving as his lungs suddenly forgot how to extract oxygen from the atmosphere.
“hey,” you said softly, giving him a little helpless wiggle of your shoulders. “happy birthday.”
the sound of your voice seemed to snap a cord inside him. iwaizumi was across the room in a fraction of a second, dropping to his knees before you with a force that rattled the floorboards. his hands hovered over you, trembling slightly, utterly terrified of touching you too hard but looking so intensely starved for your presence that it was borderline feral.
“what did they do to you?” his voice was a raw, low rasp, thick with a terrifying amount of protective instinct. his fingers immediately went to the knot of the ribbon, his knuckles brushing against your ribs, sending a massive jolt of electricity straight down your spine. “are you hurt? did that dumbass hurt you? i’ll kill him. i’ll bury him in the school yard.”
“i’m fine, i promise,” you giggled, the sound light and bubbly in the quiet room. “they didn’t hurt me at all. oikawa was very specific about not wrinkling my shirt. they wanted to give you a proper present.”
iwaizumi’s gaze locked onto yours, and the sheer, crushing weight of his devotion was enough to make your breath catch. he looked at you the way an ancient, desperate traveler might look at an oasis after a century in the desert. there’s a terrifying, beautiful affection in his eyes—a silent admission that you held his entire heart in your hands, and if you squeezed even a little bit, he would gladly disintegrate into dust for you.
“you’re the only present i want,” he muttered, his voice dropping so deep it resonated in your chest. his thumbs stroked over the fabric of the ribbon, his eyes tracking the line of the pink silk up to your collarbone, before snapping back to your lips with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. “you shouldn’t be wrapped up like this. it makes me want to lock you in this room and never let anyone else look at you again.”
your heart did a violent, joyful flip-flop against your ribs. “is that a threat, iwaizumi?”
“it’s a promise that once it happens again, i won’t hold back,” he growled softly, finally tugging the golden knot loose.
the ribbon slithered off your shoulders like water, pooling around your hips in a mess of pink satin. the moment your arms were free, iwaizumi didn’t waste another millisecond. he surged forward, his massive, calloused hands framing your face with a tenderness that completely contradicted his terrifying expression. his palms were warm, his thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones as if he were trying to memorize the texture of your skin for the rest of eternity.
when his lips met yours, it was less of a casual kiss and more of a total spiritual surrender.
he kissed you with desperate, heavy hunger, his mouth moving over yours with a frantic need to consume and be consumed. it was a bruising, deeply romantic sort of worship. he groaned against your mouth, his fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck to pull you even closer, erasing every single millimeter of space between your bodies.
you wrapped your newly freed arms around his neck, pulling yourself up into his lap. he welcomed the weight instantly, his strong beefy arms locking around your waist like iron bands, anchoring you to him as if he were terrified you might evaporate into thin air if he loosened his grip by a single fraction.
“god, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your lips, peppering short, hard kisses along your jawline, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. “i’m losing my mind. you’re going to kill me one day, i swear to god.”
“you’re doing great for a dead guy,” you whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the crisp, comforting scent of sweat and laundry detergent that was uniquely him. you nipped gently at his earlobe, feeling the sudden, violent shudder that went through his massive frame.
“don’t do that unless you want this table knocked over,” he warned, his voice incredibly thick as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin through your clothes with a possessive strength that made your toes curl. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with a liquid, molten heat. “i mean it. i’m so crazy about you it’s actually making me sick.”
“good,” you said, reaching up to smooth down the unruly spikes of his dark hair, your fingers lingering on his forehead. “because i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”
he stared at you, his expression softening into something so purely, profoundly tender that it looked almost painful for him to hold. he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he just breathed you in, his thumbs tracing slow, heavy circles against your waist.
“happy birthday, hajime.”
“it’s a happy birthday now,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering seal of absolute devotion.
from the balcony, a faint, muffled snicker broke the silence, followed by the distinct sound of oikawa being violently elbowed in the ribs by matsukawa.
iwaizumi didn’t even open his eyes, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction more as a small, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “ignore them. if they stay out there long enough, they’ll freeze, and then i can throw them into the trash incinerator tomorrow morning.”
n: sweet, sweet iwa. happy birthday :3
i have a discord server haha hi guys :3 we got a tag thanks to eme, soup, and maddy !
tattoo artist! iwaizumi hajime x nail artist! reader
oh no! you own the nail salon next to iwaizumi's tattoo shop.
what do we do? him!
my masterlist
warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it
miyako's notes // i shat this out bc i couldn't stop thinking about tattoo artist! iwaizumi but i couldn't sit and outline a whole story for it IM SORRY
shoutoutz to @dumdogs and @lilylilylilylilysstuff for enabling me
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boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who loves it when you borrow his hoodies, then return them full of your own natural scent.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who buys hoodies just so you could steal them and wear them on top of your uniform.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who just grins when you borrow hoodies from him, then hands you your favorite drink or food with it.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who loves it when you come to his home and away games wearing his hoodie, cheering him on as best as you could.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who swore to always find you in every life time just to smell your scent on his clothes, to imagine your arms wrap around him.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who purchased a gray hoodie in his size to give to you on your anniversary.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who gets teased by oikawa, mattsun, and makki for being an absolute simp for you.
so who would’ve thought boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime would turn into ex!iwaizumi hajime while he hugs you tight after you wear the hoodie he gifted you, sobbing on your shoulder with you frozen in his hold.
“i’m sorry, y/n. i’ll come back for you, okay? i promise. i just can’t pass on this opportunity.. i’ll be better for both of us, i promise you.”
ex!iwaizumi hajime who kisses you for the last time, puts his cologne on his your hoodie, and swears to come back.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who couldn’t look at you as you beg him to work it out with you instead. pleading that you can take it even if he’s studying far away, he just kisses your forehead while crying.
“i’ll be back for you, my sweet girl.”
ex!iwaizumi hajime who studies hard abroad only thinking of you. he has all your photos; on his gym bag, his backpack, on his nightstand, on his desk, a poster of you and him plastered on his wall, a picture of you smiling in his wallet, and a heart locket with separate photos of you and him in it so when he closes it, you both kiss.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who always stalks your social media and smiles when he sees that you’re still rocking his hoodie, one of the strings in between your teeth as you hold a peace sign.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who always likes your photos but never texts you to keep himself strong because once he does, he’s sure he’ll go home in an instant.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who actively repelled women by showing them your photo and a ring saying he’s engaged (he bought one for him and for you, but you don’t know that yet).
ex!iwaizumi hajime who giggles like a school girl when you like his photos in social media, blush coating his cheeks.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who’s still mutuals with you on instagram just to post gym pictures on his close friends only with your account in it.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who goes back to japan once he’s finished with his studies and immediately runs to your house, not caring about the absolute motion sickness he just had.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who looks at you—who’s as gorgeous as ever and wearing his hoodie—and runs to your arms, then breaks down sobbing.
“i— oh god, you’re gorgeous. i missed you so much, so— so so much. i’m sorry i left— i— i wanted to be good for you, to be able to provide for you once were older. i couldn’t afford to go in contact with you because i knew— i knew that once i did, i’ll run back to you. i just— i love you so much, y/n. please— please take me back. i’m nothing without you.”
ex!iwaizumi hajime who relaxes once you kiss his forehead and says, “i told you i’ll support you in any decision you’d make, right, haji? that’s one of them. you’re still a cry baby for me, huh? how would tōru, mattsun, and makki react to this?” you caress his face with a teasing smile despite the tears rolling down your face.
boyfriend?iwaizumi hajime who scoffs through hiccups at your teasing, “whatever.” and before you could quip back grabs your face—oh so gently—and smashes his lips against yours.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who lets out a sigh of relief between kisses as you kiss him back while he pours all his longing into you. his tongue slips in your mouth, finding yours with a little to no effort. one of his hands slowly moving to tangle his fingers through your hair to tilt your head to the side.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who sheds a last tear and smiles in the kiss, pulling back just a little to say, “i love you so much. i told you i’d come back.”
you giggle, “i love you more, haji. and i told you, i’m here waiting.”
a/n: aha, i was slightly sobbing cs the song was playing..
Pinoy!Sejioh4 and how they tell the jeepney driver to "para" (Stop the ride)
—Oikawa Tooru
Oikawa is an early riser, but that doesn't mean he makes it to school on time. This man's morning routine is ridiculously long. Skin care, hair care, leg care, you name it.
Which is why Iwaizumi has to kick his door down and drag him to the road so they can ride the jeep to school together. But in some cases, Iwaizumi gets fed up and leaves without him, so he ends up riding a jeep with full passengers and is left to stand and hang by the entrance instead of sitting down inside, which messes up his hair.
He's too scared to jump out without telling the driver to stop.
"ACK-! ANG HANGIN DITO-! KUYA-! PARA PO-! KUYA? PARA!! KUYA LUMAGPAS NA PO! NARIRINIG MO BA AKO KUYA-?!"
Translation:
"ACK-! IT'S SO WINDY OUT HERE-! SIR-! THIS IS MY STOP-! SIR? MY STOP-! SIR, I MISSED MY STOP! CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME?!
—Iwaizumi Hajime (Padilla)
Iwaizumi is pretty punctual. He sleeps and wakes up at the right time. He cooks breakfast for himself, takes a shower, dresses up, then rides the jeep to school— assuming a certain someone isn't taking their precious time with their morning routine.
On some occasions that Iwaizumi has given up on waiting for Oikawa to get ready, he just rides the jeep by himself with a scowl on his face. One time, he got so agitated that he accidentally yelled at the group of guys beside him for being too loud. The whole jeep went silent until he got off.
"Tsk, manong! para na po, kainis..."
Translation:
"Tsk, this is my stop, Sir! How annoying..."
Matsukawa Issei
Matsukawa is a simple man. He gets up, he showers, he gets dressed and walks towards Hanamaki's house to ride the jeep to school together. Only to realize that Hanamaki also got up and went to his house, meaning these two num-nuts have to ride the jeep on their own.
When Matsukawa rides the jeep, it starts out empty, and then, after some time, it becomes full. He ended up being squished between a fat middle-aged man and this girl who had ridiculously long hair that was hitting his face because of the wind. He tries to tell the driver to stop but his mouth is full of hair
"This is my sto—HA—ACK *cough* E-excuse me—! *cough* MISS—! *cough* YOUR HAIR!
Hanamaki Takahiro
Hanamaki and Matsukawa agreed to ride the jeep to school together tomorrow, but they didn't talk about where they'd meet, so logically, he did what any guy would do, instead of texting, He decided to go Matsukawa's house to meet him there. Except, that was the wrong move as Matsukawa seemingly had the same idea as him.
So here he is, inside a jeep— or rather, hanging by the entrance of the jeep. The jeepney is still running when he got off, so instead of signaling the driver that he's getting off, he thanks him. The driver thinks it's nice of him until he realizes that Hanamaki didn't pay for the ride.
"Matsala Kuyaaaa *Jumps down*"
Translation:
"Ariga-thank you, Sirrr *jumps down*"
A/n: Matsukawa's situation happens to me all the time when I ride a jeep
Fun fact: what Hanamaki did is something called "1 2 3" it's basically done by most teenage boys where they hang by the entrance of the jeep and then count 1,2,3 before jumping out without paying the driver for the ride. Why is that a thing in my country? I have no idea. Have I done it myself? No, I have no balls.
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does kumano interact with any other schools besides karasuno
Aoba Johsai: Kumano is placed pretty close to that school, and because of that, the two schools tend to rival with one another. In both academic and athletic sports. Not to mention, the volleyball coaches: Okimoto and Irihata are close friends, so they call for practice matches whenever they can.
Shiratorizawa: Kumano went up against Shiratorizawa in the interhigh preliminaries, of course they lost. Also they had a practice match once, but that was during the start of the year… Coach Washijo wasn’t pleased or impressed with Kumanos performance, so he didn’t bother requesting another practice match with them in the future.
Date Tech: they had a few practice matches. They both go head to head in terms of defense. You could say both schools enjoy going against each other due to their “stubborn playstyles”. But of course, in terms of offense: Kumano takes the win, which grants them the advantage
Johzenji: One practice match throughout the whole year. The whole thing was just a game (literally) at the point, you couldn’t even call it a practice match. Both players were either beefing or playing around too much that not much was being done.
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fem!filo!reader x filo!iwaizumi. reader is referred to as tita (u old lol). reblogs appreciated.
— “here, give her to me—”
hajime takes your niece from you as you wrangle your bag, your plate of food, and your drink. “hi, bub, c’mere,” he coos, tossing her a bit in his arms. hajime’s forearms flex as he shifts the baby to lean on his shoulder. “you okay? need me to hold anything else?”
your jaw clenches imperceptibly as you zero in on the size of his hands. they’re nearly enveloping your niece’s chubby legs as she rests her little head on hajime’s chest. “yeah, i’m…good,” you reply after a moment, sipping your drink nonchalantly.
oh, my god.
it’s unfortunate, how much babies love your boyfriend, because he looks so damn good with them. it doesn’t help that your nieces, nephews, and younger cousins all love him, either. hajime is adored by your family so dearly it’s knee-wobbling. you swear they like him more than they like you sometimes.
the sound of your niece’s joyous squeal disturbs your pondering. hajime is tickling her exposed tummy with a callused finger, smiling widely as she laughs. “babe, eat,” he urges you, taking notice of your incessant staring. “i’m still kinda full from this morning, haji,” you admit, setting down your cup and walking closer to him. “have a bite?”
“oh, sure,” hajime replies, leaning down a bit. you feed him a spoonful of pancit palabok, watching as he takes it with exaggerated pleasure and looks at your niece in surprise. “mm, so yummy!” he exclaims at her, and she giggles, slapping her tiny hands all over his ears and face as he chews. hajime turns back to you with a gentle smile. “it’s pretty good.”
“you’re pretty good,” you reply, an underlying tug of desire in your voice as you squish your niece’s dumpling-like cheek between your thumb and forefinger. “she loves you.”
hajime’s expression of genuine surprise makes you snicker. “really?” “they all do,” you affirm honestly. “my cousins are always asking ‘is kuya hajime here too?’” you shake your head. “and i tell them, ‘no, it’s just me this time,’ and they get all pouty.” hajime laughs, pulling down your niece’s shirt over her stomach. “it’s just ‘cause i play sports with them, is all,” he replies modestly.
is all. you slap his arm with no real heat. “haji, you’re like their hero. seriously.” your niece lets out a trill of laughter, almost in confirmation. “trade,” you order, handing him your plate. he complies, dipping down to pass the baby off to you.
she whines in protest at this, nuzzling her head into the curve of hajime’s neck and grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt. “ugh, you see?” you remark, chuckling. “she doesn’t want to go with me.” “c’mon, bebe, go to your tita,” hajime coaxes, but your niece won’t listen, not even sparing you a glance. you take back your plate and wave a hand amusedly. “it’s fine, i need to go greet my lola anyway,” you tell him, squeezing his bicep as you turn to leave.
“alright, i’ll get food later. tell her to save some for me, yeah?” hajime asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he straightens up. “i’m gonna walk the baby around for a bit.” with that, he strolls around the yard with her, laughing and chatting with your family easily. you pause, watching the two of them fondly, then pick up your drink and head back to the kitchen.
that man is your whole future.
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