Haikyu, Hanamaki x reader
I started to write this with a different idea in mind...
welp, it's Hanamaki x reader (with a bit of Matsukawa added).
Rating: has mentions of smut so 18+.
Words: 2150
Status: finished, not beta-read
Chapter: Haikyuu - Hanamaki / slight Matsukawa
The bed had looked hauntingly comfortable, when she left her house that morning. It was almost as if it knew her day would go as shit as it possibly could, leaving the girl with an extremely bad and sour mood. The worst of the worst.
First, she missed her train. Which cost her being late to school by an hour.
Second, she’d forgotten a notebook at home. One of which contained her homework and notes for the test in a History class. The names, dates and locations. The completed essay she’d placed between that notebook.
Thirdly…She’d forgotten her lunch, it was sitting on the kitchen table where she’d forgotten to pick it up from. Hopefully, someone would put it back in the fridge before the weather gets to it. Hopefully. She didn’t have much of a hope there, though.
And lastly, Oikawa Toru was a pain in her ass as he always was. But this time, out of all days, he seemed to have made it his mission to push her buttons.
The only reason why the boys’ volleyball captain was still breathing was due to godsend Iwaizumi Hajime having taken pity on her and shared part of his lunch with her. He’d stood there awkwardly as she’d given him her best love-struck puppy-eye look, thanking him profusely all while flipping his best-friend off.
Matsukawa and Hanamaki were howling in laughter at their captain’s dismayed expression - at the occasional colorful curses she cast Oikawa’s way and that middle finger shoved at him.
“You- swallow - are a - swallow - god send, - swallow - Iwaizumi,” she managed to say between the bites as her stomach grumbled rather loudly. Gleefully enjoying the lunch Iwa’s mother had made.
They were sitting in the Seijoh’s backyard, taking refuge from the heath under the tree and eating their lunches. It was Monday, meaning the boys had a day off from volleyball practice and she could already see Oikawa itching to play. At least, judging the way his fingers twitched. Already, she could see some of his fan-girls standing in the distance, watching them and gushing about his good-looks (a thought at which she shuddered).
Iwaizumi shook his head, looking somewhat amused and disgusted at her lack of manners as she shoved his food down her throat. “Take it slower or you’ll suffocate.” He ruffled her bangs, making her narrow her eyes at him.
She said something between her bites, making Hanamaki and Matsukawa snort.
“It looks as though she wants to berate you for that action,” Matsukawa said, drinking his soda, watching her with a grin.
“Or kick your ass for messing with her hair,” Hanamaki added, knowing full well how much she hated when the boys messed with her hair. It’d happen, occasionally. Whenever she had a free time and decided to help them out as a sub-in manager - Yahaba seemed to have a fascination with her hair, much to everyone’s surprise. Kindaichi and Kunimi, much to her happiness, had learned fast not to mess with her. Perhaps, they’d seen her nearly getting into a fist fight with Kyotani over his comment.
About how she looked like a blown-out mushroom bird-nest from hell, Sadako style. To be fair, it had been windy and she hadn’t been ready to need a hair tie or anything to keep her long locks under control. Plus, there’d been other things he’d said, causing the boys to jump in to break the two up.
“Why’s it that Iwa-chan is the only one she treats specially?” Oikawa asked with a small pout, watching his best-friend and her with a strange look.
They were seated in a semicircle, keeping the girl in the middle and away from the setter. A move that was meant to deter her from accidentally killing him. She was seated right between Iwaizumi and Hanamaki, with Oikawa being next to Iwaizumi and Matsukawa next to Hanamaki.
Iwaizumi rubbed his forehead, giving Oikawa a blank look. “Maybe because I don’t piss her off?”
Oikawa shoved a finger at him, “But that’s the fun part!”
His exclamation was followed by a collective head shakes and sighs.
“Who’s gonna tell his parents why their son will be buried?”
“I knew he was doing it on purpose.”
“...Someone remind me not to break those two apart the next time they argue.”
“Hey!”
“Agreed!”
“Idiots,” she muttered, swallowing her food and thanking Hanamaki as he handed her a drink. Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt down her spine. She noticed him grin, making her eye him carefully. His hand slithered down, leaning slightly forward to cover it up as he reached for a sausage from someone’s open bento on the ground before them.
She handed the remaining food to Iwaizumi, before taking a more relaxed pose as she watched the boys making fun of Oikawa. The entire time, Hanamaki’s fingers circled on her back, in areas the others didn’t see. Although, for a moment she thought that Oikawa noticed their closeness as he looked at her, wearing that fucking smug expression she loathed on him. Or when Iwaizumi turned a bit red when he glanced over just when Hanamaki’s fingers went under her shirt.
The only one not reacting to them was Matsukawa, but that might be due to the fact he was used to it. Too many times had he been there when things got a bit out of hand, steamy and would sometimes join in.
“You handed Iwaizumi the chopsticks you used?” Hanamaki asked her, quietly whispering to her as Oikawa tried to defend himself over another ‘false’ accusation from the said Vice-Captain.
His fingers pinched her skin, lightly but enough for her to bite her lip.
“Are you getting jealous over that?” She whispered back, shifting her legs from one side to another, brushing against Hanamaki’s shoulder as she did so. “We’ve drank from the same water bottle, Makki.”
Perhaps, the only person she’s seen him jealous about was Oikawa. But that was also for a reason, considering how Oikawa flirted with almost anyone wearing a skirt. The amount of times he made a pass at her only to be told she doesn’t go for fuckboys.
He sighed, resting his hand on her back. “You just had to remind me that, didn’t you?”
“You’re the one unwilling to share food with me and I didn’t have anything with me, so deal with it,” she nudged him with her shoulder, unknowingly revealing a mark she’d thought to have hidden. His dark eyes glanced at it and a smile crept on his lips.
“You might wanna pull up your collar a bit,” he said, gesturing to the hickey he’d left her. One of the many.
And the fifth reason behind her bad mood was Hanamaki Takahiro, the very reason why she ran late in the first place. His hands on her body, making use of her quiet, empty home. Lips trailing on her every part, inch of her body - savouring the feel as he claimed her. The moans and expressions she made as he thrust into her, or as she rode him. It all flashed in her mind, making her curse the fact that he had to go back to home because one of her siblings had decided to leave the sleep-over earlier.
Lips pursed, she pulled the collar up, making sure nothing could be seen.
Her parents weren’t the types to allow a boy to sleep over without issues, especially when the said guy was an athlete, who according to her mother liked to mess around and never settled. Too many times had she heard that argument, over her choice of friends with the boys in the volleyball team. She just kept navigating back to them, somehow managing to keep her questionable relationship with both Hanamaki and Matsukawa under the wraps. Matsukawa being there occasionally, a curious join she hadn’t originally expected but didn’t quite say no to. A curiosity killed the cat as they said.
Most of the time, she ended up at either of the two places - or hers, when they knew for certain the place was empty. When her siblings wouldn’t be there to tattle on her.
“Will ya two stop flirting there and tell Iwa-chan he’s wrong?!?” Oikawa shouted in a rather dramatic manner, making them both look at him.
“Not wrong, and you know it,” she said even as the others caught them up on what he was going on now. She started to gather up their stuff, noticing the time, thanking Iwaizumi one more time for food.
Oikawa gasped, loudly. “Traitor! And here I thought you’d be on my side!”
“She looked ready to kiss him earlier, why’d she be on your side now?” Matsukawa asked, snickering. He glanced at Hanamaki who’d shifted a bit at his comment. “All you’ve done is piss her off even more than she already was.”
“Correction, make my day more miserable than before,” she said, accepting Hanamaki’s hand as he pulled her up. She stumbled into him, catching a scent of her favourite cologne on him. If one squinted, there was a small hint of a hickey under his collar, at which she smirked. “Right now, Iwaizumi is basically a God to me.”
Oikawa gaped at her, “All because he shared his food with you?” She nodded, looking dead serious.
His eyes moved between her and Makki. He took in the way his outside hitter stood close to her, the way his hands were holding her and how she didn’t seem to mind it.
In fact, she looked as though she liked it.
Ah, Oikawa thought with a grin. “Then why didn’t Makki share it with you?”
Their relationship wasn’t really talked much about openly, just a few hints here and there. A few bets were placed within the volleyball team, ones which Matsukawa would likely win. Oikawa’s long noticed the weird closeness between the two, but had thought her to simply play it cool with him as she kept rejecting him after rejection. It had been a welcome change, even if he didn’t admit it.
She jabbed a finger at said guy’s chest, “You can ask him.”
Hanamaki sighed, patting her hands a bit before releasing her. “Ain’t my fault you forgot your lunch,” he said, walking over to Matsukawa and Iwaizumi as they were walking ahead.
The first warning bell rang, signalling the end of their lunch period.
She gaped after him, shaking her head before she snatched Oikawa’s hand and dragged him with her. “Not my fault, ya ass.” She muttered under her breath.
“So, when are you two gonna go official?” The setter suddenly asked her, once they were inside the school building. They bid their byes to the other three, she noticed Hanamaki’s eyes on her hand on Oikawa’s before he followed Matsukawa. Somehow, she and Oikawa had ended up sharing a class together, again.
Much to her dismay as it enabled him to annoy her even more than he usually did. It was also how he ended up introducing her to the team, and it’s how she and Hanamaki met. So a part of her was grateful to him. Another, disliked how his fans had started to think she was dating Oikawa Toru out of all people and would be in her case.
“What are you talking about?” His wrist was released, and she slowed down while keeping an eye out for his fans.
“You and Makki,” Oikawa sang, looking pretty happy at this little discovery. “It’s rather obvious if one looks at the two of you closer. So, why aren’t you two official or in public?”
He followed her over to her desk, even if he was on the next row, opposite of the room. She shook her head, wondering what it would take to cause him a bit of amnesia as she had no doubt he’d be going to others with this new found information.
“When we feel like it,” she answered, checking her chair before she took her seat. “We go at the pace we like, that’s how Takahiro and I work.”
Oikawa hummed, but before he could say anything more the teacher walked in. She watched as he hurriedly walked to his desk, but not before sending her a look that said they’d talk about it.
She honestly would rather not talk about it with Oikawa at all.
A text message arrived, making a small, barely noticeable buzz in her pocket. Shiftly, she glanced at their teacher whose eyes were on the class attendance book before she quickly opened the message.
[After school, my place. Bring snacks.]
She smiled, responding with a smiling emoji before attempting to focus on the class. Although, all she could think about was what Hanamaki Takahiro had in mind and replayed the way his fingers had touched her earlier and last evening.
Oh, she had a lot to look forward to.
I hope you guys liked it, I just felt the need to write something.
And this is the result...writing at 02.00-03.12 am.... might not be the best idea.
