Iwaizumi’s nose is bleeding, his hands bruising an angry shade of red.
He doesn’t remember what happened, not really at least.
One second, the bar was loud and lively, overcrowded and sticky with spilled drinks.
The next, he’d heard an all too aggressive, “You don’t have to be such a bitch.”
He vaguely remembers Makki yanking him off some poor bloody heap on the floor.
Oikawa shouting something that sounded both panicked and furious as he dragged him toward the exit.
Matsukawa laughing in that disbelieving, holy shit, kind of way while ushering you out of the room before you could see the worst of it.
And before his brain can really catch up, the feeling of the brisk night air hitting his face hard enough to make him realize his nose was bleeding.
Now you’re all halfway down the block, the neon lights and lively noise of the bar fading far behind you.
Everyone’s breathing hard from the sudden get away, adrenaline still buzzing thick in the air.
But all Iwa can focus on is the sting in knuckles and the terrified look on your face.
“Are you okay?” you ask immediately, voice a little shaky and a whole lot worried.
He’s weirdly calm right now, too calm. Like all the anger fizzled out the second the cold air hit his face.
All he feels now is the heaviness settled deep in his chest.
“I’m so sorry,” he suddenly blurts, shame quickly creeping in.
You stare at him like he’s lost his goddamn mind.
Behind him, Makki lets out a confused, “Huh?” while Matsukawa starts cackling again.
Even Oikawa pauses mid-rant, eyes squinting hard.
“What the hell do you mean you’re sorry?” you spit out incredulously.
He swallows hard, unable to meet your eyes for a second, “That was stupid,” he mutters, flexing his aching hand with a wince, “I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that”
For a moment, nobody says anything.
Then Matsukawa snorts, loud and obnoxious, “Dude.”
You roll your eyes, gently grabbing his battered hands and inspecting the damage, “Shut the hell up, you didn’t embarrass me you idiot”, you mutter, ears burning now.
“Well I, for one,” Oikawa says dramatically, throwing an arm around Iwa’s shoulders, “am pissed we had to leave, so you’re buying a bottle and we’re going back to yours”
Makki snickers, elbowing the drama queen in the ribs, “Iwa just beat the shit out of some guy for his girl and that’s what you’re worried about?”
And if your face was pink before, it’s burning now.
Heat crawls all the way up your neck as the words replay in your head on loop.
And maybe it’s the adrenaline, or the fact that he didn’t even deny it, but your stomach flips hard.
When you finally glance at him, you find that he’s already staring at you, cheeks pink too.
You huff out a quiet little laugh before reaching up and pulling his face down just enough to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Thank you for protecting me, my hero” you tease.
His entire face burns red instantly, and suddenly the sting of his knuckles is the last thing on his mind.
“Shut up” he mutters, despite the little smile pulling at his lips.
“Okay!”, Oikawa announces loudly, clapping his hands together, “Konbini time. We need a first aid kit and a case of soju.”
Still laughing and shoving at Iwa while he grumbles for everyone to shut up, the five of you start down the street toward the convenience store, the tension from earlier replaced with something warm and easy.
A/N: i’m done writing for iwa now (im lying)
