Iwaizumi x Reader A Cinderella Story AU
Warnings: A Cinderella Story and Haikyuu don’t belong to me. Also, keep in mind that the movie was made in 2004, so some things are outdated. There’s minor swearing, but just from Iwaizumi.
When two completely different people in real life connect online, what will unfold? Iwaizumi is a part of the popular volleyball boy group. (Y/n), on the other hand, is a total nerd or ‘loser’. Online, though, they talk everyday and have so much in common. What happens when these online personas meet in person?
(Y/n) is walking to class when she’s stopped by someone. “Oh (Y/n)! Hello, you look very beautiful today as usual!” “Thank you very much Paku.” He nods and pushes up his glasses. “Yes, now excuse me, my galaxy is calling me.” He took out some type of metallic ball and brought the antenna up. “Hello?” (Y/n) shook her head before walking back to her classroom. “Sometimes fantasy is better than reality.” The final bell rang as she sat down for class.
It was finally a free period in the library, so (Y/n) sat down in front of the computer. She immediately pulls up mystery boy’s email to talk.
Hello? Do you have this block free? I want to talk to you.
I was just about to ask you how your day has been so far.
Ugh, with my hysterical stepmom, work, and people who think they’re better than others, not so good. Have you ever felt like an outsider before, mystery boy?
Of course. Sometimes I feel my friends can be a bit much.But then again, I wouldn’t trade them for the world, even though I’d never say that.
Of course our chats are also a big help.
(Y/n) smiles behind the screen, a slight flush rushing up her cheeks before she responds.
Do you think we’ve met before?
Maybe. The school has a lot of people.
At a nearby computer, mystery boy, or Iwaizumi, is smiling slightly as he types to mystery girl. He thinks about the conversation and a sour mood falls over him. What if the whole time he was texting Matsukawa or Hanamaki? Or even worse, Oikawa? He types out his response.
I can rule out the guys though, right? You’re a girl and not a man?
If you were a guy I’d might have to kill you.
No, I’m a girl, don’t worry.
The block ends and she stands up from her chair. Iwaizumi, who was across from her, also stands up. They smile politely at each other but leave it at that. They don’t know each other, not in person, at least.
After school, Iwaizumi heads off to volleyball practice, and (Y/n) goes to work. After her shift, she emails mystery boy. As Iwaizumi finishes up practice, he sees an email from mystery girl. He smiles slightly, but decides to open it later. His team still needs to do group stretches before practice is officially over. “Iwa! Come on!” He sees Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa waving for him. He sips from his water bottle before jogging back to the court. “I know your ass isn’t talking Lazykawa.”
(Y/n) waits by her phone, seeing if it will illuminate with a new message. She had emailed him what felt like forever ago. She stands up and paces around the room. Does he not want to talk? She grabs her roller skates for work and adjusts the shoe laces. Just as she finishes that up, her phone buzzes. She pounces on the phone to see it’s from mystery boy. A large grin paves its way onto her face as she opens her phone to reply.
Have you told your dad about wanting to move to California?
They had been talking since he finished dinner, which was around 7. It’s now 2 in the morning and they’re still up. (Y/n) had picked up some papers to work on to be ‘productive’, but she wasn’t really paying attention to her school work.
No. He has my whole life planned out for me.
My dad always taught me to fight for my dreams.
Not mine. He would be furious if I even suggested moving 30 minutes from Miyagi.
It’s 2 am. We’ve been talking for 5 hours now.
I think we broke our record of 3 and a half hours.
We should sleep. We still have school in the morning. Sweet dreams.
Wait, I won’t be able to sleep properly if I don’t know who you are. For the school festival there will be a haunted house. I’ll be there at 11:00. Will you meet me there?
I’ll sleep on it. Good night mystery boy.
From behind the screen, Iwaizumi sighs and places his head in his hands. How much longer will he have to wait? He stares at the screen for a brief moment before typing again.
October 31, the day of the festival
“Okay but you’re an idiot if you reject that.” Chuzo puts a softball in an automatic ball thrower as (Y/n) swings but hits sorely. “I don’t know. What if he meets me and I’m not what he expects? Or even worse, what if he’s a teacher pretending to be a student?” Chuzo dodges the next ball that comes towards him. “Or, what if he’s the perfect guy for you and you guys get happily married.” She swings again but the bat and ball hit at a weird angle, sending it to the ground again. “That sounds like a fairy tale. This relationship thing we have going isn’t going to work once we meet in real life.” Chuzo pauses from putting the softball in the automatic thrower. “He wants to meet up with you. You two have been talking since school started all the way back in April. If he didn’t like you, I think we’d know by now.” (Y/n) pauses for a moment too. Just as she’s about to speak, her stepmom calls.
“(Y/n)! Someone ate the rest of my octopus and I need more of it. Also, I need you to take my car to the wash and my clothes to the dry cleaner.” “Oh, okay. I’ll be there shortly.” After the call, she clips her phone to her skirt waist band. “Who was that?” “Fuwari. Always making demands. If it weren’t for her paying for California, I don’t know if I’d put up with it.” As Chuzo loads the next ball, (Y/n) imagines Fuwari’s annoying face and hits the ball out into the next field.
In the field beside the baseball field, Iwaizumi and Oikawa are passing a volleyball to each other. “Are you and Shiina still going to the dance together?” Oikawa rolls his eyes slightly when he hears that. “I don’t know, we’ve been arguing more than usual. What about you? Are you going to go with someone?” Iwaizumi smiles slightly and catches the ball. “Maybe, I don’t know if she’ll show up…” He passes it overhand this time, but Oikawa catches it. “Is it that mystery girl you’ve been emailing?” “Pass the ball, Shittykawa!” “So vulgar!” A softball rolls into the field and Iwaizumi throws it back to the girl in the other field. “Nice hit!” “Thank you!”
After that last hit, (Y/n) went to her house to pick up the car and Fuwari’s clothes. She had her license, but she rarely drove since Fuwari didn’t buy her a car. Plus, it was good exercise anyway to walk. After dropping off the clothes, she went to the car wash, per Fuwari’s request.
Iwaizumi shifted in the itchy shirt his dad had him wear. It was the uniform for the car place his dad owned. He was forced to work there as a part time job. Once he saw his dad, he jogged to catch up to him. “Dad? Hey I was-” “You were trying to move to California and enter sports science?” He paused as his dad faced him. “You went into my room?” “Just stay here and continue volleyball during college. You can work here at the shop part time. You’ll be the star ace of the Japanese Olympic team!” “But what if I wanted other options?” His dad shrugged that off and patted his shoulder. “You don’t need other options, you have the perfect life already planned out. Just don’t. Mess. Up.” He frowns slightly before wiping it off to get the next customer.
A girl pulled in with a light pink car that didn’t really seem like it suited her. She drives kinda stiff and has a slight frown on her face. She parks beside where Iwaizumi is stationed and rolls the window down. “Is the car ready?” He asks, noting that she goes to his school. What was her name again? “Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure anyways.” She had a more pleasant expression for politeness. He examines it before noting something down. “You need a wax.” Her frown from earlier comes back stronger now. “Excuse me?” He looked up when she said that and realized how wrong it sounded out of context. “I meant the car.” “Oh, sorry.” He checks for more things before checking her off.
Beep! Both of them look over to see two filthy cars pull in. Benisa and Gurimu got out immediately after. “Iwaizumi! Our cars are dirty and they need cleaning!” “Yeah! Come clean our cars!” They’re both waving their arms widely and giggling like schoolgirls. “Yes, I’ll get to you in a moment.” He returns to talking to (Y/n), handing her something and giving instructions for the car wax.
Once he leaves, (Y/n) gets out of the car with her arms crossed. “Why did you purposefully get your cars dirty on purpose? That’s so stupid.” “To see Iwaizumi, duh.” “I don’t get why everyone fawns over Oikawa. Have you seen Iwaizumi’s biceps???” “Besides, what are you, a mechanic or something?” The twins talk back and forth, giggling the whole time. By now, they’re arguing with each other. “Oh, and you need to go see my mom. She wants to talk to you.” (Y/n) raises her eyebrows before heading to the car. She picks up the octopus before heading home.
“Hey, you wanted to see me?” (Y/n) strolls into the backyard. There, Fuwari is in a tanning bed. She opens it up and (Y/n) shields her eyes. “Yes, I did.” (Y/n) has her fingers crossed behind her back. She hopes that maybe Fuwari will let her go to the festival tonight. That, and maybe she’s more open to moving to California. “I’m so happy you finished running errands. Now I need you to go to the cafe again.” “Oh, but it’s my day off today. I was actually hoping to go to the festival tonight.” Fuwari crossed her legs. “That’s nice and all, but you need to be more selfless and care about other people besides yourself. You don’t do anything for this family, so you can work at the cafe tonight.” “But I really need to go tonight!” “You need the money for California more.” “With my grades I get tons of scholarships to help with the costs. Plus I signed up for a program-” “Now that you’re older, I have something I need to say.” There’s a small pause as (Y/n) looks up with hope. “You’re not very pretty, and you’re not very bright. So glad we had that talk.”
(Y/n) goes back inside with slumped shoulders and a scowl. “Fuwari never lets me have anything. How will I get to meet mystery boy now?” Sighing, she gets her outfit ready. “I hate this stupid dress and that stupid maid cafe.” Afterwards, she heads to her work instead of the festival. Will mystery boy still wait there for her? Or, will he leave?
*Haikyuu belongs to Furudate and A Cinderella Story doesn’t belong to me.*
*Please don’t copy my work or translate to ai.*
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