Iwaizumi Hajime Is Lowkey The Type Of Boyfriend To Dive Headfirst With You Into Anything You Express

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── .✦ "IWAIZUMI HAJIME VS. WEDDING" — iwaizumi hajime

a/n : sorry for being inactive!! finally found motivation to write for haikyuu content : post timeskip. iwa crashing out. pre wedding. he’s so in love. seijoh 4. fluff. crack.

Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t spiral.

He doesn’t pace. Doesn’t panic. Doesn’t start talking just to fill space. He’s the one people lean on. The level-headed one during a crisis.

Which is exactly why the Seijoh 4 are now watching him like he’s a science experiment gone wrong. The groom’s waiting room is too quiet. Tense. The kind of quiet that happens before someone snaps.

Oikawa, back from Argentina just for the wedding, sips sparkling water with the smugness of someone who saw this coming. Matsukawa is filming. Hanamaki looks both entertained and slightly afraid.

And our dear Iwaizumi paces. Mutters something to himself. Then—without warning—drops to the floor and starts doing push-ups in his suit.

Everyone stares.

"Everybody stay calm, he’s spiraling,” Matsukawa says.

“He doesn’t spiral,” Hanamaki replies, blinking. “I’ve never seen him spiral. This feels illegal.”

“I once saw Iwa-chan roll his ankle and tell me to breathe,” Oikawa says, horrified. “This is terrifying.”

“I’m not spiraling,” Iwaizumi mutters, chest nearly kissing the floor. “I’m keeping my heart rate in check.”

Push-up. Push-up. Push-up

“I’m grounding myself. This is tactical. I am not emotionally compromised.”

Push-up.

“She’s gonna look like a goddess and I’m gonna forget how to breathe.”

“What was that?” Oikawa asks.

“I said I’m fine, Shittykawa.” Oikawa blinks. “You haven’t called me that since we were 18. Oh god, he’s malfunctioning.”

Iwaizumi keeps going. “She’s gonna smile. At me. In front of everyone. And I’m gonna cry. I know I’m gonna cry. I can already feel it. It’s sitting right here—” he gestures to his throat, “like a threat.”

He stops and lays flat on the floor. The silence is deafening. “I’ve never seen him like this,” Hanamaki whispers.

“He cried when she said yes, didn’t he?” Matsukawa murmurs. “This is stage two.”

“I didn’t cry,” Iwaizumi says flatly. “I teared up. Briefly.”

“You FaceTimed me,” Oikawa adds. “There were tissues involved.”

“I was sick.”

”You were sniffling,” Oikawa corrects.

“It was February.”

Iwaizumi sits up slowly. “She’s gonna be in a dress. With her hair done. And makeup. She’s gonna walk toward me like she means it and I’m gonna stand there looking like I forgot how knees work. And then I’ll cry. And then she’ll cry. And I’ll ruin everything.”

Oikawa kneels and hands him a water bottle like it’s an offering to a storm god. “You’re in love. That’s not ruining anything.”

“I’m so in love,” Iwaizumi whispers, like a confession. “It’s making me physically ill.”

Hanamaki just nods. “That tracks. We’ve been waiting years for your emotional constipation to catch up.”

“Push-ups aren’t fixing it,” Matsukawa adds. “Try burpees.”

“I will throw up on your shoes.”

There was a knock on the door: “Five minutes.”

Iwaizumi stands. Adjusts his suit. Rolls his shoulders like he’s heading into combat. “I’m marrying my girl. My terrifying, gorgeous, brilliant girl.”

He turns to them, solemn.

“If I cry—don’t say anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Hanamaki says.

“If I pass out—don’t catch me.”

“You’re gonna cry in, like, thirty seconds,” Matsukawa grins. “But you’re gonna look shredded in the photos.”

“I better.”

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hihihi!

idk if ur requests are open but i got an idea :)

bakugou/reader where they are in a secret relationship and the bakusquad sees them cuddling or whatever when they think nobody's around. maybe make them act like they hate each other infront of others hehe.

thanks in advance :D

oh yes yes i’ve already done two secret relationship posts u can find them on my masterlist :)) but i like this idea a lot so new one! lol

“hey kats.” you smile, seeing your boyfriend walk into the common room.

“shhhhhh.” he groans, agitated.

“hey?-” you frown.

“yeah yeah i love you, whatever. have a fucking headache.” he grumbles, crawling over you on the couch to lay his head on your chest, nuzzling into your soft shirt.

you smile, raking your fingers through his hair in attempt to soothe his headache.

“how come?” you say softly.

he stays quiet, unable to pinpoint what exactly caused this nuisance.

“..denki.” he says plainly with a deep frown on his face.

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“you can’t just blame denki for all your inconveniences.” you say giggling.

he looks up at you with a pout and you peck his lips.

“yeah i can. he’s stupid.” he replies grumbling.

you squish his face in your hands and he sighs, eyes closing.

“that feels nice.” he mumbles, words distorted from his squashed lips.

“what?” you laugh, moving to release his face.

“hey. i said it feels nice. stay.” he grumbles, eyes closed.

you place your hands back on his face and he sighs, the pressure releasing the tension on his temples.

you place kisses all over his face, his squished cheeks, his pouted lips, his pretty lashes.

“can i just get you an advil? we can nap in my dorm?” you offer with a grin.

his eyes open slowly, annoyed with the harsh lights of the common room.

“are you gonna play with my hair?”

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“i knew it!!” mina whisper shouts.

she feels a pinch to her arm.

“you didn’t know anything!” sero whisper shouts back.

“okay fine whatever, i didn’t. but this is INSANE.” mina yelps, eyes wide as saucers.

“i can’t believe he blamed me for his headache!” denki pouts.

kirishima rolls his eyes at his friend.

“why are you so quiet?” mina frowns, jabbing her finger in kirishimas chest.

kirishima freezes, attempting to stay cool.

“i just… wanna respect their privacy.” he defends.

mina grabs hold of sero and denkis shirts, tugging them close to her.

“he KNEW!!” she says, filled with anger.

she jumps up and down while shaking sero and denki furiously.

“dude! are you serious?!” denki asks.

kirishima crosses his arms over his chest.

“well… bakugou might’ve said a little something.” he smiles sheepishly.

“UGH. i hate you so much right now!”

the pair continues to argue as you and katsuki obliviously move around in the kitchen.

“they’re going to hear you, dipshits.” sero states plainly, already bored of this newfound information.

mina pouts, crossing her arms over her chest and kirishima goes silent.

“i want to get a closer look, see how fast they switch up when someone’s close.” denki smiles devilishly.

the three watch him go, wait till he’s out of earshot and then start dying of laughter.

“he is not smooth enough to pull that off.” sero grins.

“he’s going to get his ass kicked.”

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katsuki watches boredly while you rustle through the medicine cabinet.

he groans, resting his forehead on the cool tile of the kitchen island.

“i know.. ‘m sorry kats. i can’t find the advil.” you frown, moving denkis flintstone gummy vitamins.

“i don’t need it, just need to sleep. come on.” he sighs, fisting at your shirt.

“hey guys! what’s going on here?” denki cheers as katsuki tears his hand off of you.

“hey denki.” you murmur, continuing to move throughout the shelf.

“do you know where the advil is?” you sigh, turning to denki.

denki frowns, upset at the lack of drama in this room.

“no idea… why do you need it?” he questions.

“bak- i… have a headache..” you murmur slowly, catching your almost mistake.

denkis brows pull together, glancing at bakugou still hunched over with his forehead on the counter.

“what’s wrong with you then?” denki asks with a smirk.

“shut the fuck up before i knock your lights out.” katsuki seethes, remaining in his weakened position.

you giggle as denkis eyes widen.

“wow kami, he means business.” you say grinning.

kaminari’s ears turn bright red from embarrassment, frustration bubbling up in his veins.

“oh shit denki… don’t say it.” mina mutters and kiri and sero understand exactly what she means.

the three of them watch as kami’s hands ball into fists and his brows pull together.

“temper tantrum.” sero sighs.

“yeah?! well i know you two are going at it!” denki screams at bakugou.

“kats-”

katsuki lunges forward, gripping denki by the front of his shirt.

“well shit. come on.” kiri says quickly, hitting sero.

you watch as katsuki’s arms are restrained by kirishima and sero wraps his arms around denkis middle, the two pulling them apart.

“we’re sorry!” kirishima groans from behind your boyfriend.

“it’s fine.” you mutter, knowing katsuki’s only mad because of his headache.

“it’s not fine! get off of me shit stain!” katsuki screams.

kirishima looks to you for reassurance. you nod, and kirishima releases him.

katsuki lunges forward once again and you grab him by the ear.

“ah ah ah.” katsuki halts while groaning in pain.

you sigh, giving straight mouthed looks to your friends.

“upstairs.” you say forcefully to katsuki, pinching his ear hard then releasing.

he groans, giving a look to denki before turning on his heel and stomping up the stairs.

“we’re sorry-”

“-we didn’t mean to-”

you hold your hands up in front of their faces, effectively silencing them.

“night.” you mutter, trudging up the stairs behind your boyfriend.

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as soon as you are out of earshot the four of them erupt.

“DID YOU SEE HOW HE LISTENED TO HER?!”

“HES DOWN BADDDD!!”

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“fucking denki.” katsuki groans.

“yeah yeah just get in bed you big baby.” you giggle softly and katsuki glares at you.

he climbs in bed, reaching his hand out to pull you in by your shirt.

“im coming relax.” you laugh.

he frowns deeply, folding his arms over his chest.

you smile, climbing into bed beside him.

staring into his eyes, you search for answers in his tired gaze.

“how’s your head?” you whisper, leaning forward and brushing his bangs back to reveal his cute forehead.

he frowns and lets a groan slip from his lips.

“they just had to pick today to find out, huh?” he mumbles, grabbing your hand.

you giggle softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“right, cause any other day you’d be soooo understanding?” you smirk up at him.

he scoffs, pushing your face away with his big hand.

“just wanted you all to myself…” he says under his breath, as if he didn’t even want you to hear him.

you feel your heart melt, shifting close to his face.

his breath hitches subtly as you turn your face to press open mouth kisses down his jaw.

he reaches for your thigh, pulling your leg over his hips.

you continue to kiss at his neck and jaw, placing a kiss to his adams’ apple as it bobs in his throat.

“you have me, okay?” you murmur against his skin.

he nods, arms wrapping around you in a bear hug.

“right.” you giggle.

“forgot its past your bedtime.”

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whenever he sends any type of late night message he deems 'too mushy', katsuki turns his phone off immediately after hitting send, slams it face down onto whatever surface he can find and goes to sleep because he's too embarrassed to see your response.

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Can you write Katsuki x fem reader with trope "I hate everyone but you"??

The Exception

Katsuki Bakugo was a menace to everyone around him. He barked orders, scowled at classmates, and had a scathing remark ready for anyone who dared to test his patience. He didn't do small talk, didn't care for friendships, and had no tolerance for incompetence.

But then, there was you.

The one person he didn't treat like an annoying bug under his boot. The one person he tolerated, sought out, and—though he’d never admit it—needed.

And it was painfully obvious to everyone else.

“Dude, he literally just told me to drop dead five minutes ago, and now he's carrying her bag like it’s no big deal,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima as they watched Bakugo sling your gym bag over his shoulder without complaint.

Kirishima snorted. “I know, right? And did you see how he yelled at Midoriya for standing too close to her yesterday?”

“Think they’re dating?”

“No way—Bakugo would combust before admitting he has a crush.”

The thing was, Bakugo didn’t just like you—he was obsessed with you. You were the only one he could stand for longer than five minutes, the only one whose presence didn’t make him want to scream.

And maybe, just maybe, that scared him more than any villain ever could.

“Tch. You’re late.”

Bakugo was leaning against the dormitory entrance, arms crossed, his usual scowl firmly in place. The streetlights cast a glow over his sharp features, but the impatient tapping of his foot betrayed his annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. “I was studying.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”

The “let’s go” was unnecessary. You knew that when Bakugo said those words, what he really meant was, I was waiting for you. I don’t like waiting for anyone else, but I’ll wait for you.

You walked beside him, comfortable in the silence, while he glared at anyone who so much as looked your way. It was amusing, really, how the explosive hothead softened just for you.

“Did you eat?” he asked gruffly.

You hummed. “Mmm, not really.”

His scowl deepened. “Idiot. You need to eat.” Without hesitation, he shoved a convenience store bag into your hands.

Inside was your favorite snack.

Your heart warmed. He’d thought about you.

“You’re sweet, Bakugo,” you teased.

He bristled, ears tinged pink. “Shut the hell up.”

You laughed, and for the first time that night, Bakugo didn’t look angry—he looked at peace.

Because as much as he hated the world, he could never hate you.

You were the exception.

SLEEP, AND YOU ｡｡｡

↳ 「 iwaizumi hajime 」 ␥ 岩泉 .ᐟ

coming back from work to fall asleep next to you

“You’re still awake?” asked a freshly out of the shower IWAIZUMI HAJIME. His neck was adorned by an olive green towel that matched the hues of his eyes, hair dripping with water and eyes moulding into a soft gaze that only you were allowed to see.

Your eyes were a few moments away from sleep and a yawn was dancing on the tip of your tongue, seeking means of escape, but in all but a vain attempt as you swallowed it right away.

“Mm, yeah,” You replied, shutting your book and placing it on the bedside table.

“I’m sorry I kept you up this late waiting for me, I had to stay back to sort out some papers I’ve been putting off,” He said, dropping the towel previously sitting on his neck on your vanity and walking in tired steps towards the bed.

“You’re fine, I haven’t had the time to read lately anyway so I thought I might as well read and ended up staying awake till now,” you replied, eyes trailing his figure.

The first thing he did when getting under the freshly changed sheets was pull you closer. His arms unfurled beneath your torso, wrapping around your shoulder just to pull you into his chest. His nose nestled itself within the silken locks of your hair, then lifted itself, lips moving to press a soft kiss against your temple.

The linen sheets were soft and you were too close and his eyes felt heavy—weighted by the call of sleep—but all he could think about was how he’d do anything to store this moment in a bottle. And maybe get drunk over it.

Your arms found their way around his torso, cheek resting against the solid stretch of his toned chest, rising and falling with each occasional breath he drew.

“How was your day?” you ask, voice laced with tired threads.

“Same old, the boys have been training extra hard since their next match is in a few days and I’ve been busy with that. You? How was your day?” He replied, the calloused skin of his hand caressing the crown of your head, with a series of soft, sleepy kisses topping your hair to follow.

“Nothing much either, just work,” A muffled reply. “I missed you though,” You add.

“I missed you too,” a yawn escaped his mouth.

Your legs found one another, entangling in what seems like a soft knot of limbs that hid beneath the covers. A soft knot of tired limbs that carved your very beings into one—tied by the frayed rope of a love too strong to break.

this was badly written at 12am. i don’t wanna post this but i Gotta yeah idk enjoy i Guess. sorry iwa

repost :p

a knock on your boyfriend, bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.

“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.

“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.

“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.

“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been wanting to try out for a while now.

he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”

“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.

letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.

“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.

he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.

“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.

was this man trying to make his friends hate you?

“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.

“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.

he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.

“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.

“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.

his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.

if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.

and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.

“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.

“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.

he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.

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IN HONOUR OF MY FAVOURITE BOY

hi im back to gush abt my big ol’ men…

idk but iwaizumi/ushijima would TOTALLY be the type to wake up before you, go to the gym or go on a run, and then gently wake you upJSJSJIAIFF

he would wake up way before you , he tried bribing you to go to the gym with him in the morning but ofc you kept refusing. that was fine by him tho, he’d wake up without an alarm as to not bother you, then try to slip his big ol’ arms from under and around you without waking you up because he just got so used to hugging you tight at night to prevent you from moving away from him, then he’d press a small kiss on your forehead , taking a second to admire how peaceful you looked sleeping, unbothered , dreaming about god knows what. your boyfriend always tried his best to be back before you woke up , only taking about an hour or so before he’s in your shared kitchen cooking something nice and healthy for you to start up your day with. “good morning angel…” he pressed a small kiss on your forehead as you stretched in bed, the smell of breakfast waking you up as he pushed a strand away from your face “let’s get you to the kitchen before the food gets cold.” he would carry you you there because he just loves to carry his lil angel around.

DRUNK!KATSUKI // you loved drunk katsuki.

whenever he got drunk or tipsy he was a complete opposite of his normal self.

katsuki isn’t a party type of guy, quite frankly he rarely attends parties like this, but since you practically begged for him to come he couldn’t say no..so with one final please you got him to come.

when he does get an opportunity to drink…oh boy!

his cheeks slightly pink, slurring and stuttering over his words and extremely touchy! would literally cling to you like a baby.

“bab..y..” he slurred with a cheeky smirk using his finger to poke you, “yes?” you would reply hearing a small snicker, “you so fuckin’ prett..y..” he slurred his words just staring at you. his eyes extremely droopy fighting the urge to pass out.

he would not let go of you the entire night. would have his arm wrapped around your shoulder making you sure you’re close to him all times.

if he did have to leave you or you had to get up for a slight second he would let it be known he is married.

If a women was to lay her hands on him or try to flirt with him he would instantly turn them down, “I have.. a wife.” shooting a glare, and if he saw you coming back he would walk right back to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

though bakugo is good with liquor he was passed out like a baby as soon as he hit the bed not giving a damn about still being in his clothes. you would have a slight struggle trying to get his clothes off, but you were able to accomplish it also getting in bed with him.

the next morning he woke both a big kick to the ass, head pounding as he swore…”i’m never doin this shit again..”

DRUNK!IZUKU RARELY happens considering Izuku never has time to party.

but the one time where he was able to have that time off, is when class 1-a had a reunion party.

though you can handle your liquor your darling husband couldn’t..

drunk!izuku wasn’t a new sight seeing, more like you were surprised to see him drunk after rarely seeing him in this state.

his cheeks slightly pink, hair messy and droopy eyes. making his way to find you, and once he did would NOT leave your side.

would literally grip your waist and lay his head on your shoulder so you couldn’t go anywhere from him. his thumb caressing along your waist as you spoke to everyone, as he sat there silently.

drunk!zuku wasn’t a loud drunk, he was actually quiet. If someone spoke to him or asked him a question all he would do is hum and lean back into you.

good think about drunk izuku is he would NOT let any other women touch him in the slightest. if that women didn’t have that matching scar that was placed under their eye, that was NOT his wife.

“my love..” he hiccuped looking up at you gaining your attention, “hm?” you would simply hum, feeling him tightening his hold around you, tucking his flustered face back into your neck mumbling, “can we go ho..me..?” you barley made out what he said, but you nodded using your free hand to rake your nails through his hair. “yes..we can.”

as soon as you both got home, he dragged you into bed instantly passing out with his arms wrapped around you. that next morning waking up with a banging headache ..he swore to himself he was never EVER getting that hammered again..