Send ₩ and my muse will tell yours how they really feel about them.

"H-huh..? Where’d that question come from?" Iwaizumi feels his cheeks heat up and he averts his gaze, his lips forming an irritated pout. "You know how I feel, you asshole..Why are you making me say it again?" He made the mistake of glancing to his side for a split second, where Oikawa was looking at him with large begging eyes. Fuck this. Fuck me.  ”Shit, fine okay. Here goes.”  Taking a deep breath, he starts talking. 

"When I first met you, I thought you were an annoying little brat -I still think you're an annoying little brat- but you were the first person to ever approach me without like, a teacher telling them to. You wouldn't leave me the fuck alone after that and a part of me really wanted to just be alone again, because Tooru no offense but your nagging is really annoying. Anyway, I also uh, really liked your attention. So I stuck by you, even though most of the time you only made me want to punch you with your 'Iwa-chan~ look at this!!' 'Iwa-chan, my kite flew in this tree, go get it for me!', and so on. Oi, don't laugh at me like that, getting that damn kite out of that tree was real dangerous!

I still don't know how I could handle you in some situations, but I guess it proves how much-. How much I really cared about you, even then.. Because over the years I learned that you're not all that most people may thing you are. And I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I would get so angry when people would come to me and ask how I could even stand you. 'Because honestly he's such a dick Iwaizumi-san! Go get some better friends.' Really. Someone said that to me, can you believe it? I mostly just didn't reply to things like that, who cares about those assholes anyway. They couldn't see how hard you trained, how you always did your very best trying to surpass those above you. They didn't know you at all, so how dared they talk about you like that. 

Then you started getting popular with girls and other guys too, and I pretended not to care. I think I didn't understand back then that I was jealous of the other people that got your attetion, not at you for being the one to get more attention. I was-. I was scared you'd leave me for someone better. Someone that wouldn't hit you every time you made a stupid comment. I liked how close we were and I didn't want you to leave. Where I'm going with this is, I guess, uh. I really love you, you know? And I'm sorry I'm not more of a sappy person or whatever.. But I'm glad I can call you my boyfriend now.. I still can't believe it."

During his monologue, he'd gradually turned back towards Oikawa and he swallowed thickly by the time he was done. Had it all made sense? The expression on the other's face was one he couldn't read and he could feel a blush rise up to his face at the fear that he'd been too heartfelt.

✢ :Physical advantage

Iwaizumi has a lot of power in his body and it doesn’t take him very much effort to develop muscles. Iwaizumi has serious guns. In volleyball this means that his spikes hit hard and fast. 

✣ :Physical disability/disadvantage

He’s by no means short, but he sees it as a serious disadvantage in the sport that he isn’t at least 5cm taller. At least 7 millimeters more goddamn it, he would’ve been 1.80, the poor child. I imagine he complains about it a lot and his teammates make fun of him for it behind his back. 

✧ :Mental or emotional strength

Iwaizumi trusts deeply in his team and is hard to discourage even if they’re in a losing streak in a game. He has the iron will to go on even if the odds seem totally out of their favor, because he believes that with all 6 of the people in the team they can still at least make a run for their money. His trust in others is what pushes him forward.

✬ :Something minor they enjoy

Something he enjoys that he’d never tell anyone else because he’d never live it down, is when he sees first years in Aoba Jousai making small improvements, especially when he was the one that helped them accomplish it. Outside of the team, he doesn’t have that many aquaintences at school so he really livens up whenever he’s at practise and there’s a good vibe for everyone. He can be a very proud dad. 

✯ :Way they could see themselves dying

I don't think Iwaizumi really thinks about this a lot, to be honest. But if he'd ever be asked he'd probably say something along the lines of "One time Oikawa served wrong and he hit the back of my head so hard I thought it was the end of me, so I guess that answers that." Death by Oikawa. 

✰ :Weird thing they want to try or have tried

He tried one time to get his hair to stand up like Kuroo's, is that weird enough?

★ :A socially unacceptable thought they've had

Can I kill this person and get away with it?

✱ :Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

His nostrals flared, Iwaizumi Hajime took in the putrid scent of downtown Tokyo. There was no one else in close vacinity to him, as far as he could sense and he groaned low in his throat, feeling the hunger build up inside of him. Granted, his senses weren't as charp as a ghoul's could be, but he was pretty sure no human was close enough for him to even consider going after them. He'd wandered so far away from his usual hunting grounds that he didn't even have the slightest idea of where he was. Heck he might even have walked into an another ghoul's territory for all he knew, but it wasn't like he cared. He stopped caring about other ghouls years ago. 

A certain memory started rising dangerously close to the surface and Iwaizumi kissed his teeth in annoyance, shaking his head and willing it away to the far reaches of his wretched mind where it belonged. He didn't need distractions like that right now, what needed was some low-life drunkard to stumble into his path to provide him with an easy meal. When was the last time he ate anyway? Trying to remember, he halted his step and leaned against the cold wall of the alleyway he'd been walking through. Maybe a month ago? A bit less? He didn't feel at his strongerst that was for sure, so it should've at least been two to three weeks ago. 

A sudden sound to his right caught his attention, his hands flying up to the rim of the hood of his sweatshirt, pulling it upwards to obscure his face. He hadn't had the forethought to bring his mask when he headed out that night, but it wasn't like had the notoriety to be recognized if he didn't wear it all the time anyway. Softly he started stalking closer to the alleyway the noise had come from, bracing himself for whatever it would turn out to be. A human to prey on, or another ghoul.

Iwaizumi peeked around the corner and to his relief could sense it was a human, even better a tourist, who'd gotten lost in the multitude of winding streets that was Tokyo. The man reeked of desperation and fear, probably afraid that he wouldn't be able to find his way back to his hotel or where ever he was staying. This is going to be so easy. He straightened himself and removed his hood, rounding the corner and forcing on an easy smile.

"Excuse me sir, are you lost?" The tourist looked up, relief washing over his face as he wasn't only being helped, but he was spoken to in English as well. Admittedly not the best English, but English all the same.

"Ah yes I am! Could you tell me wher-" Iwaizumi knocked him out cold as soon as he'd gotten close enough, Don't trust people so easiliy. He thought, ready to sling the man over his shoulder to bring him to a more secluded place  when something knocked into him and sent him flying into a wall. Slumped against it after his fall, he coughed a few times before he could get his bearings again.

@ for a middle of the night text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:09am][youre probably not even awake rn so i dont know why im even bothering to text you]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:10am][i had a nightmare]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:11pm][i uh. need to make sure youre okay even though i know it was just a dream]

* for a drunk text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 11:26pm][to ru im home alone can u like maybe come over???]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 11:30pm][im not lonel y if thats what ur e thingking j stu get the fuck over her assikawa]

+ for a loving text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 7:52pm][heard you got hurt at practise seriously tooru i dont go one time and this happens]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 7:54pm][is it your knee again? are you okay?]

$ for an accidental text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 5:16pm][ill see you soon. love you]

16. Stay up late to see a rare astrological sight with them (correcting it to astronomical sight because there's no such thing as astrological sight, oh well... And I take astronomy way too seriously.)

A slight glint of excitement grew on Tsukishima when he saw the last time announcement of a meteor shower, he wasn't an astronomy aficionado but still he found some joy to watch some events like today's or the epitome of cliché, considering his surname, a supermoon.

He has a really nice ass… Wait what.

His lips look so inviting, should i punch him for it or kiss him….

I wonder what his hair would feel like if I ran my fingers through it.

Iwaizumi’s fingers tapped away at his laptop’s keyboard, eyes scanning the screen for any useful information. It wasn’t unusual for him to be up late researching volleybal strategies and techniques used by professional players, though he rarely took it to extremes like his captain would. He dragged his cursor to click on an interesting looking link and-

knock knock knock

"Huh?" Iwaizumi mumbled to himself, looking at the tiny clock on his desktop out of the corner of his eye to confirm that it was indeed over midnight. "Who the hell..?" A sigh escaped him as he slowly got up, stretching out a bit before he padded downstairs softly, to not wake his parents up. 

Another round of knocking sounded through the house before he managed to get to the door. Impatient bastard. He thought, reaching out for the doorknob and opening the door only slightly at first. “Who’s there?” He called out cautiously. 

"Iwa-chan.." He would recognize that voice anywhere. Instantly he opened the door all the way, the way the words had been spoken having alarmed Iwaizumi that somehow something was wrong.

"Tooru? It’s midnight you big dumbass, why are you here?" The frown on his face and the softness of his voice showcased his genuine concern, even though he might have looked angry to an outsider. Oikawa was no stranger to the nuances of his mimic though.