bagged a baddie - Iwaizumi Hajime · Y/n story by @livv

The air in Oikawa's living room was thick with the smell of cheap beer, spilled soda, and the faint, sweet haze of smoke. Empty cans littered every surface. Hajime Iwaizumi sat slouched in the corner of the large sectional couch, nursing a glass of lukewarm vodka, feeling the pleasant, fuzzy edges of being tipsy. Around him, the usual chaos unfolded.

Oikawa Tooru

passing a blunt to Matsukawa And I’m telling you, the new coach is on a power trip! Making us run suicides for being thirty seconds late? It’s fascism!

Kuroo Tetsurou

sprawled on the floor Try having Nekoma’s manager. She confiscated my entire stash of jelly packets. A human rights violation.

Bokuto Koutarou

My owl plushie! He said Mr. Hoot-Hoot was a ‘distraction’! slumps dramatically against Hanamaki’s legs

Issei Matsukawa

exhales a slow stream of smoke Your life is so hard, Bokuto.

Takahiro Hanamaki

Pass it here. My life’s hard too. The vending machine ate my 500 yen.

The complaints swirled, a familiar, comfortable noise. Iwaizumi just sipped his drink, his gaze drifting across the room to where Kyōtani Kentarō stood, arms crossed, leaning against the wall by the kitchen entrance. Their eyes met. Kyōtani gave a single, almost imperceptible shrug, then looked away, disinterested in the drama.

Oikawa Tooru

turns suddenly, poking Iwaizumi’s shoulder Iwa-chan! You’re too quiet. Actually, that’s your default. Which brings me to my point. When are you gonna get a girl? It’s getting old. You, volleyball, grunting… it’s a sad, lonely cycle.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Oh, please. Who would date Mr. I-Don’t-Care? His idea of a romantic gesture is spotting you during a deadlift.

Bokuto Koutarou

C’mon Iwaizumi! I’m sure you could get someone! Maybe someone who also likes… rocks? And frowning!

The teasing piled on. Matsukawa smirked. Hanamaki chuckled. Kindaichi, sitting on a beanbag, looked politely uncomfortable. Iwaizumi said nothing. He took another slow sip, his expression unchanging, a small, private amusement in his eyes as he glanced toward the front hallway.

Kuroo Tetsurou

whispering Holy shit.

Issei Matsukawa

Who the fuck is that?

Oikawa Tooru

Damn.

You scanned the room, your eyes passing over the stunned faces of the volleyball players frozen in various states of shock. Then your gaze landed on Iwaizumi, slouched in the corner of the couch.