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Tooru was always the one to save you. The one to save you from bullies, the one to save you from boys, your parents. From the moment that you’d been brought into your adopted home, Tooru had polished the ground you stood on. Your older brother was always the knight in shining armor. All throughout his and your childhood he would be the one to make sure you got to and from school safely, the one to make sure you ate dinner on nights your parents were away, he was your rock.
And when you were young, too young to fend for yourself, Iwa would always help Tooru in his fruitless efforts to tend to all of your spoilt needs. When you wanted to play princess and knights, Iwa would be right there beside Oikawa, dressed in cardboard armor with a pan lid shield, scaling the wooden play tower that your parents had bought specially for you. When you wanted to go out for ice cream or go to the store to buy a watermelon to share, the duo would always be there to not only carefully escort you to and from the store but also to use their own allowances to pay for the treat.
And as mentioned, when you were too young to fend for yourself, Iwa had no problem doing all of these things. He didn’t have his own little sister, so to help out Tooru with his was kind of nice, it made him feel heroic. But as the three of you got older, the requests for help got more and more embarrassing.
It was always,
“Tooru, Mika called me fat today and took my lunch!”
or
“Tooru, a couple of boys in my class today stole my hello kitty purse you got me and pushed me in a puddle!”
Sometimes it was even,
“Tooru, Yuto told me that he wouldn’t date me even if I was the last girl on Earth!”
And while every single time, no matter what the crisis, Tooru would resolve it, after all you were his precious little sister, incapable of standing up for yourself.
Iwa thought differently than Tooru though, he didn’t see why you couldn’t stand up for yourself and leave them alone, you were well old enough! Still, Iwa kept quiet about his contempt for the situations and always trailed along with Oikawa to come to your rescue. “It’ll end when she gets to highschool” he always told himself.
So whenever you did get to highschool, and the helpless whining and crying to Tooru didn’t stop, Iwa began to dislike you.
So he tried to keep his distance, whenever he and Tooru would hang out, he’d book it as soon as he heard you arrive, if he saw you in the halls of the school, he’d actively avoid you or pretend to be too caught up in his own conversations to greet you as you passed.
Iwa avoided you and your drama, but no matter how hard he tried, you always seemed to be there to ruin his life.
On his first date in the shopping mall, you were somehow there. He remembered as he and his date sat down in the food court, he could overhear you crying to one of your friends how some boy hurt your feelings by insulting your looks. For the rest of the date he couldn’t keep the scowl off of his face.
At his special birthday dinner he remembered you sniveling over the phone to Tooru about how mean some of the girls at school were to you. For the rest of the night, he couldn’t help but glare every time he heard someone's phone chime.
And all of this only worsened with each passing year. Even the last time he’d seen you wailing over Tooru’s departure for South America at the airport he disliked you, one might even go as far as to say that Iwa had grown to hate you.
He couldn’t tell you when the feelings had started, or when they had morphed into such a serious hatred. All he could tell you was the reason that he hated you. He hated the way your eyes seemed to be constantly brimming with tears, he hated the way that no matter if you were happy or scared or excited, he would always find your hands gripping at the sleeves of his or Tooru’s shirt, practically pulling their arm off with your vice-like grip. He hated the way that you got everything you wanted and still acted like the whole world was against you, but more than anything he hated how much of a crybaby you were.
His whole life he’d been helping Oikawa play the role of brother knight in shining armor, so as your family and Oikawa’s friends stood and bid him farewell at the airport, he couldn’t help but feel relief at the idea that he would likely never have to see you again.
And that relief proved to be justly felt, he hadn’t seen you, talked to you, or even heard of you for the last four years, granted he’d moved to North America to pursue his degree and career. So when he was finally back home and invited out by Oikawa to catch up with some old friends from highschool, he thought that he was finally ready to face you again, he’d built up his tolerance and willpower and was convinced that even if you cried the whole night about how your college life was going, he could take it.
Iwa showed up to the restaurant that he and his friends used to frequent only to be surprised to not find you there. Mattsun, Makki, and Oikawa all sat there waiting for him, and you were nowhere to be seen.
He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
So the four ate and drank like old times, catching up, reminiscing, and overall having a damn good time acting like a bunch of highschool idiots again. This was both Iwa and Oikawas’ first nights back in their hometown in years and yet somehow it felt like they’d never left.
It was at least four rounds in before anyone brought you up to Oikawa. Mattsun and Maki remembered you too, being victims to too many of your crises. But unlike Iwa, they fell out of contact not because they hated you, but merely because that’s sometimes how life worked. So when Maki playfully said,
“What about the little brat? How’s she doing?” When the four of them were discussing how their families were doing, Iwa was surprised to find that a frown didn’t suddenly overtake his face. In fact, he was even a bit interested in your current health and whereabouts.
“Ehh, how should I know… she doesn’t tell her old big brother anything anymore.” Oikawa sulked, taking a sip of his beer, not noticing the surprised looks on his friends faces.
“Wait a second,” Maki said, his jaw still slack and his brows scrunching in confusion, “you’re not telling me that little miss princess doesn’t still run to dear big brother at the drop of a pin? Because if you were, I wouldn’t believe you.”
Tooru nodded.
“She won’t even tell me about friend problems anymore, much less boy problems.”
“And you’re complaining?” Iwa scoffed, still bewildered at the update, but even more confused at Tooru’s disheartened tone.
Tooru’s eyes widened as he frowned at Iwaizumi. He knew that Iwa didn’t have a little sister, but shouldn't he feel the same? After all, they both practically watched you grow up!
“I don’t know how you could be so cruel Iwa-chan, of course I’m complaining. My poor little sister, all grown up….” He mopes, swallowing another drink beer while Makki and Mattsun chuckled.
“I’ll say,” Mattsun muttered. His eyebrows raised as he and Makki stared down at his phone.
That caught Tooru’s attention, making his eyes snap up to his two friends before narrowing with suspicion as to what they were looking at.
“You better not be talking about my sister you little perv.” he threatened, trying to crane his neck to catch sight of the phone screen.
“Not so little anymore is she Tooru?” Makki snickered as Oikawa snatched the phone from them. Looking down he and Iwa found the phone open to the latest picture on your instagram, one of you smiling on the beach with a group of your friends.
Oikawa started scolding the two of them, telling them that ‘that’s his little sister’ and that they ‘were complete perverts for looking at her’ but all that Iwa could do was stare at your photo. He couldn’t help but let his focus linger on the plump curve of your ass and the way that your tits were practically spilling out of your skimpy little bathing suit.
He could remember growing up, you’d be mortified by even the thought of wearing something like that, that fact that the tiny pieces of fabric left nothing hiding, nothing to cover your stomach or arms, two things he remembered you constantly crying to Oikawa about.
He vaguely heard Oikawa continuing to rant about how negligent you were to him since you’d been in college, but all he could do was wonder what happened to that snotty nosed crybaby he rescued from school bullies, was that really the same girl he saw standing on that beach, smiling and looking at the camera as if she owned the world?
Was that really the same girl that ruined his first date, that ruined countless confessions, that ruined countless birthdays and gatherings? Iwa tried to find any semblance between the girl that he grew up with and the one in the picture, as he stared down at you he tried to fish out some of those old feelings of despise, but to no avail. All he could see now was what he was shown, which was ALL of you. Nearly every single inch of you, right on display for anyone with internet access to see.
Something twinged inside of him. Was it some old, long forgotten need to protect you, his best friend’s little sister? Ashamedly, it felt like something much different than the obligation to rescue the bratty little princess up in her wooden tower.
He guiltily wondered, did you still cry to get your way, like you used to?
They all somewhat moved on in conversation after Oikawa finally stopped complaining about you growing up and outgrowing him, that was until a couple of rounds later when Iwa had gotten up to go to the bathroom and came back to Oikawa drunkenly complaining about you over the phone as Makki and Mattsun sat with shit eating grins, each harassing Oikawa, telling him to put it on facetime. It took Iwa all of two seconds to figure out that it was you on the other end of the line, giggling as Oikawa whined about how you no longer cared about your poor big brother.
“Listen Tooru, if you realllllyyyyy love me you’ll bring me lunch tomorrow.”
Everyone at the table quickly sobered up.
“Bring you lunch?? Why don’t we go out to eat? Are you even too good to be seen with me now?!”
Iwa heard you laugh again, a sweet little sound that used to get you out of almost any trouble you found yourself in, and sounds like it still does.
“I’m not too cool for you YET Tooru” you teased, “I just have work tomorrow and I would reeeaaallyy love it if my big brother could bring me some of my favorite lunch”
There it was, Iwa thought, that sugar sweet tone that you adopted when you wanted something from someone. That syrupy façade that had gotten you through playing princess your entire life. Maybe you haven’t changed at all, he thought, maybe you were still the same immature little princess that you were when he left for America.
“Okay…” Oikawa sighed, a bit upset that he wouldn't get the chance to catch up with his sister due to her work, “I’ll be there…. What are you doing right now?” He followed, perhaps you could meet up with them.
“Oh nothing, me and my friends are just having a night in.” You replied lightly, glancing down at your nails as your friend poured you another glass of wine.
“....yeah a night in…” Mattsun drawled, earning a scorching look from Tooru and a light jab from Makki.
You grinned, hearing the remark over the phone. Knowing it wasn’t your brother who said that you asked,
“Who’re you with right now Tooru?”
“Ahh no one, just the idiots from highschool.”
You grinned, giggling as you heard Tooru yelp, no doubt having fallen victim to some sort of physical barrage.
“Well, tell the idiots from highschool that I said hi… it’s been awhile. Tell them that I hope they’re all well.”
You heard some more teasing on the other end of the phone, something along the line of “have her tell us that herself Tooru ”
You laughed again as a light blush came over your face. It really had been a long time since you’d seen Tooru’s high school friends. Perhaps you should invite them to join Tooru tomorrow.
No. You thought, remembering the last time that you’d been together with all of them.
“Anyway, it sounds like you’re having fun, I’ll leave you alone. My lunch break tomorrow is at noon, I’ll text you the address.” You said, not wanting to hold Tooru back from catching up with his friends.
“Okay!” Oikawa slurred excitedly, much to the delight of his friends who would no doubt tease him about his eagerness when he hung up. “I’ll make sure to get you your favorites!”
They all heard you laugh your goodbyes to your brother before finally hanging up, leaving Oikawa with a satisfied look on his face which Iwa knew was due to Oikawa, deep down, missing playing the role of hero for his little sister.
You hung up the phone, grinning and giggling as your friends tried to squeeze information out of you. Asking for pictures of your brother and his friends no doubt so that they could dig their claws into the older men. You just brushed them off and laughed, insisting that they wanted nothing to do with the men. Finally, they relented, settling on putting a movie on and talking about upcoming tests in their classes.
You let your mind slip to your older brother's friends. You and Tooru had always been close, which meant in turn, you’d been fairly close with his friends, especially Hajime.
You could remember whenever you all were younger, when you worshipped the ground that him and Tooru waked on. When you followed them around like a lost puppy, just wanting to bask in the shine of their presence. Tooru and Hajime had always been your saviors, taking care of you no matter what. You could remember all of the times that they’d stormed the playground to defend you, sauntering up to all the children who would bully you about your weight, effectively protecting you against the cruel words of other kids.
Tooru and Hajime had always been your rocks, the only two that you could trust didn’t see you as just a chubby little nuisance. And when Makki and Mattsun had come along, it didn’t change, if anything it got better as the extra two also looked after you.
Of course, even with those four defending and sheltering you, a lot still fell through the cracks. You weren’t immune to the girls who would make offhanded comments in the bathrooms, or the countless guys who used you, but still. Those four became sort of a safe haven. When you hung out with them, you didn’t have to worry about anything. Nothing could hurt you when you were with them. You loved them, and you thought that they loved you back.
“Tooru?” you called, walking down the hallways of your house as you looked for your brother, you knew that Iwa and a couple of other guys you’d never met before were over, so you thought that they might all be in his room.
You walked up the stairs to Tooru’s room, stopping just outside as your name caught your ear.
“Yeah, she’s his sister. But don’t talk to her. If you start talking to her, she’ll never leave you alone.” you heard Hajime’s voice warn all of the other guys. You froze in your tracks.
“I thought you were Oikawa’s best friend?” One of the guys in the room said.
“Well yeah, but god she’s annoying. Just ‘cause I’m friends with him doesn’t mean I’m friends with her.”
You heard Hajime’s response and couldn't help the tears gathering in your eyes. You quickly walked away, giving up on finding your brother to ask if he would take you to get some more watermelon later. You knew that Hajime would never say that to you or Toorus’ faces, and somehow that made it sting even more.
That night you sat in your room and cried. You couldn't believe it, did Hajime say that kind of stuff frequently? Had you been relying on him like an idiot this whole time? And the most upsetting thing? You couldn’t even tell Tooru. You knew that Hajime was his best friend and you weren’t willing to ruin your big brother’s friendship over a few words and your own silly feelings.
So you tried to withdraw, you tried to rely less on Hajime, until finally you bid farewell to Tooru at the airport. That was the last time that you’d seen any of Tooru’s friends.
You were over, really. It was a silly small occurrence that had happened years ago, you weren’t about to get caught up on it. You had truly moved on. You admit that every now and again, when you needed inspiration at the gym, you’d think about Hajime’s mean words. Or if some guy was giving you shit, you’d remember how badly it hurt to find out the boy that you had admired so dearly hated you. So while the memory was pretty much obsolete, it did have some practical uses, but nevertheless, it was all water under the bridge.
As the movie ended and all of your friends left, you began to find yourself looking forward to seeing your brother the next day. It’d been a long time since you’d been able to hug him, and you’d regrettably kept in less contact than acceptable. After you finished cleaning and getting ready to sleep, you sent your work’s address to Tooru.
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“Iwachan I really need you to come with us!” Oikawa practically begged over the phone.
“Us?” Iwa asked
“Me and Makki and Mattsun! We-” Oikawa responded, before being cut off by Makki
“we’re all going because we’re concerned for little sis!” He said, but something about that way that he said “little sis” told Iwa that it was anything but concern that was driving the duo to go with Oikawa.
“Listen,” Oikawa started, “I put her work address into GPS and it's telling me she works at some shoddy tattoo parlor! I can’t go alone! Don’t you want to help?”
Tattoo parlor??? Iwa thought incredulously. Since when were you that type? He never would have pegged you for that type.
“I don’t know Oikawa…I’m tired, I’ve barely even gotten out of bed” He grumbled.
Embarrassingly enough you were the reason that he hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. He wasn’t able to shut his eyes the night before without you appearing in his head, you and that stupid, skimpy little two piece smiling away on a beach.
He was even more ashamed to admit that after he’d gotten home the night before from the restaurant, he’d done a bit more than just glance at your instagram. It was crazy how much you had changed in the last three years. So crazy that at the end of the night Iwa nearly threw his phone against the wall after catching himself getting hard to your profile.
All of your clouding his thoughts made it impossible for him to sleep well, which resulted in him still being in bed at near noon when Oikawa called.
“We’ll swing by your house before we go to the shop” Oikawa said, and Iwa heard Mattsun add “Yeah we know that you’ll wanna see her!” in the background.
Iwa just sighed. He was fairly certain that no matter what he said, the three of them would still show up on his doorstep in 15 minutes.
“Fine,” he grumbled, “I’ll be ready once you’re here.”
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“Tooru!!!!!!” Your brother and his friends heard your excited squeal over the continuous buzzing of needles as soon as they stepped into the neon back lit shop. They all took a quick look around, still huddled in a group by the door when you hurriedly waved your brother over to your reception desk.
“Y/N!!” Oikawa gleamed, taking barely 3 long strides before reaching you and hugging you over the desk. But when he pulled away, his smile had been replaced with a scolding look. “What are you doing working at a place like this?”
His voice was low as he spoke, as if the artists working away in the back might hear him.
You just giggled, snatching the bag with your lunch in it out of his hand.
“What’s wrong with this place, Tooru? Look at how cool it is!” You beamed, waving your arms around in excitement. You’d actually been super eager for your brother to see where you worked, even though you were just the receptionist and appointment manager, you were super proud of the shop itself. On top of that you were just super excited that you were seeing your brother for the first time in what seems like forever.
You were so excited in fact that you didn’t even notice the three large men still standing at the entrance, not that they minded. In fact, Makki and Mattsun were more than content watching you proudly wave your arms about, giving them a perfect view of your pretty hot pink top and glossed, sparkly smile. You looked like a care bear in a metal band. Your outfit screamed the color PINK as you sat surrounded by dark décor.
“...yeah it is pretty cool I guess.” Oikawa nodded hesitantly. He didn’t like the idea of his precious little sister working here, but at least you were happy.
You finally glanced behind Oikawa at the figures still hanging by the entrance.
“Oh, who did you bring Tooru?” You asked, smiling lightly at the three men, one of which you automatically recognized.
You hadn’t seen Hajime in years. He’d gotten even tanner, and somehow his biceps looked even stronger.
You steeled yourself. You knew how he felt about you but you didn’t want to let him see how it affected you. After all, this visit was about you seeing your brother, not you trying to prove to his friends that you were more than the annoying little sister of Tooru Oikawa.
“Mattsun, Makki, and Iwa.” Tooru announced, even though he was sure you had to remember them, you couldn’t have forgotten all of his friends after a measly couple of years.
Your mouth popped open in delight.
“Wow!” you grinned, your eyes scanning the boys, of course you remembered the names, but damn did they grow up…. Of course… so have you. “You guys really grew up didn’t you?”
Mattsun and Makki both smirked, following Oikawa up to the reception desk to smooze.
Iwa wanted to scoff. Not even five minutes in and you were back to having all of them wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.
“ We grew up?” Makki scoffed
“You’re one to talk.” Mattsun chuckled.
You giggled and stood up to lean against the counter, your heart slightly jumping as you watched their eyes skim over your now standing figure.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded slyly, biting your tongue lightly as you grinned at the three of them.
Your eyes briefly jumped back to Hajime.
“What are they putting in the water in America Iwaizumi? You’re tanner than ever!” You asked lightly, not wanting anyone to think something was up. Because nothing was up. You were over your childish crush and he clearly had never liked you to begin with.
Iwa froze before opening his mouth to give a quick response, but he was too slow, and before he could get the words out Oikawa was cutting him off and stealing your attention away.
“What about me??? I’ve gotten soo much tanner than him!”
You grinned looking at your brother, who actually appeared at least three shades darker than when he had left.
“You’re right, you look like you were getting pretty crazy on those beaches.” You teased, to which Mattsun leaped on the opportunity.
“Oikawa’s not the only one getting crazy on beaches huh little sis?” He asked, causing a look of confusion to come over your features.
“Yeah,” Makki added, “What have you been doing at college?”
Your face warmed at the question and what it implied. You shrugged before playfully responding,
“Behaving, of course.”
To which the three men at the counter laughed at, making you grin as you lightly rolled your eyes.
“Since when did you become just like your brother?” Makki asked. His elbows leaning on the black countertop as he teasingly pressed his fingertip to your chin, titling your face up towards him.
“Like you said, I’m all grown up.” you quipped. Your eyes holding Makki’s as Tooru and Mattsun laughed.
“Damn” Makki muttered, taking a step back from you, accepting his loss.
You and your brother continued to talk and catch up as his friends looked around the shop, flipping through all of the photo albums of the amazing designs that your artists had done on clients. It was so nice to be able to sit down with Tooru and finally ask him how everything had been going. Growing up Tooru was always there to listen to you, so you wanted to be able to return the favor.
As you and your brother talked at the reception desk, the other three men were having a conversation of their own in the lounge area.
“Not bad huh Makki?” Mattsun asked, pointing down to a tattoo design
“Not bad at all Mattsun,” He replied, his eyes flicking from the design to Mattsun and then over to you.
Iwa almost scoffed at their disgusting behavior. He couldn’t believe how shameless they were acting towards you.
More so, he couldn’t believe how shameless you were acting. God, in front of your own brother? Iwa found himself replaying your conversations in his head, rolling his eyes at just how fucking desperate you were acting.
“What’s your problem dude?” Makki asked Iwa, pulling the man out of his thoughts, making him realize that he must've actually been rolling his eyes as snuck glaring glances at you.
“I don’t know what you mean.” he mumbled, his eyes focusing back down on another tattoo design. “And by the way,” he added, “You guys are disgusting”
The two men across from him chuckled.
“As if you haven’t been thinkin the exact same shit as us dude.” Makki muttered before once again turning his attention towards you.
Iwa rolled his eyes again, but nevertheless thoughts of you snuck back into his brain. Particularly thoughts of when you greeted him. He’d never seen you more reserved. And when he thought about it, he couldn’t remember if you’d EVER called him by his formal name. It had always been Hajime. It was always Hajime that you had come to with tears in your eyes, not Iwaizumi, Hajime.
Eventually your break ended and you had to kick them all out. You gave your brother one last bear hug before he left and wished the other three goodbye. As they turned to leave the shop, your smile faltered as Hajime glanced back, his eyes locking with yours.
You were going to say something, perhaps offer another final smile, but all you could do was stare at him.
And just like that, almost as soon as he had glanced back, he returned his gaze forward and kicked himself for looking in the first place. What had he thought would happen? What did he expect when he looked back?
Iwa tried to shake the feelings that were attempting to rise off, but he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about how you looked at him. After they left the shop, the other three made more plans to go out that night, plans which Iwa refused, claiming that he still had a hangover from the night before. An excuse that earned him constant heckling the whole trip home.
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“Hello?” Iwa asked into his cell phone. He hadn’t recognized the number the first time it called, but figured that it was important if they bothered to call twice.
“Iwaizumi?”
Iwa abruptly sat up in his bed, his eyes completely springing open at the sound of your voice coming quietly through the speaker.
“Umm, Y/N?”
“Yeah…..” you responded.
You were currently sitting at the reception desk inside of the empty parlor. Earlier Tooru had said that he would come and escort you home after your shift, but you’d been waiting for nearly an hour and your brother still hadn’t shown up.
“Listen,” you started meekly, embarrassment flooding your gut as you prepared to swallow your pride and ask Hajime for help,
“I know that you’re not responsible for me, and you’re probably pretty sick of me asking for help, but Tooru told me he’d pick me up today, and he’s still not here. I’d walk home alone, but it’s dark and everyone in the shop is already gone.”
You winced as you prepared for Hajime’s tired answer, but it never came. You waited. Still no answer.
“Um- you know what, Haj- Iwaizumi. It’s okay. I’ll just make sure to catch the next bus. I’m really sorry for bothering y-”
“I’m on my way.” Iwa said, effectively cutting you off and shutting you up. And before you could say anything else, he was hanging up and getting dressed.
As Iwa pulled his shoes on, he let his mind slip to you. How did he know that this was how it would end up. You crying for help, and him having no choice but to save you. And while others might have found it reminiscent of the old days, Iwa found that old annoyance twitching back to life.
You sat back down at your desk, defeated. You were trying to show Hajime that you didn’t need his help anymore, that you were better than you were back then. But now you’ve gone and fucked it all up again.
Everything that was true back then, was still true now. You were still just the teary eyed fat girl that everyone used to take shots at. You couldn’t take care of yourself and now you didn’t even have Tooru to take care of you.
You couldn’t stop the tears from gathering along your lash line. You thought of ways to apologize to Hajime as you sniffed and sniveled, pathetically waiting for your knight in shining armor that could barely stand to look at you.
Iwa was nearly there, and the whole time that he’d been walking, he’d been working himself up. He was finally gonna let you know just how stupid it was to act like this. Tell you that you wouldn’t always be able to rely on him or Oikawa. He was well on his way to fuming once he arrived at the small shop, opening the glass door and walking up to you.
He was going to scold you, finally give you a piece of his mind. He was going to… until he heard the sniffling. He stopped, his eyes landing on your shoulders as they rose and fell with each sniff.
You glanced up, just now noticing him in the building. You offered him a watery smile as you stood and hurriedly collected all of your things.
“Iwaizumi…” you whispered, your voice a bit raw with emotion, the last thing that you wanted to do was cry in front of this man so your eyes stayed trained on your pink platform converse.
“I’m really sorry… Tooru wouldn’t answer his phone, and everyone else left…. And….”
You trailed off as you watched his feet walk closer to yours, until your toes were nearly against each other and you could feel his breath fanning your face. Your eyes widened, as you winced, prepared for the anger that was finally about to come to a head.
“Why are you calling me that?” Iwa asked, his eyes scanning your face as you refused to meet them.
“What?” you asked, your voice even quieter than it’d been. “Listen Iwaizumi, I’m sorry for calling you out this late, I know that you didn’t really have a choice but to come, so please don’t let me hold us up.”
You tried to step around his to walk about the door, hoping he would follow.
He didn’t budge.
“ Why are you calling me that? ” He repeated, his voice as even as it could be as all of his thoughts ran through his head.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You insisted. You gasped as he turned around, your eyes catching his and seeing the eerie calmness behind them.
“Stop playing dumb.”
“I promise I’m not I-”
“Then answer me.”
“Iwaizumi please-”
“No!” his voice rose, making your tears start falling as you breathing picked up, Iwa saw the panic in your eyes, and felt his frustration grow.
“ God - stop crying Y/N, why do you always do this shit! You just bat your eyes and shed a few tears and you expect Tooru and I to just come running!”
“ No- ” you cried, taking a frantic step back as Hajime approached you.
“There it is again!” he scoffed, his voice getting louder and louder as your eyes clouded over with more tears.
“You’re pathetic. You bat your eyes at guys all day long, you tease and you flirt, and hell you probably open your legs to them and still at the end of the fucking day I’m the one you turn to with snot in your nose crying about how you need my help!”
Your mouth was open in awful surprise as you watched what seemed to be a horrible nightmare unfold. You were taking two steps back at a time just to maintain distance from an ever so approaching, fuming Hajime. You could feel the fear gripping your gut and bitterness overtaking any sense of warmth or security that Iwa ever had to offer.
“N-no I don’t”
“Yes you do,” he snapped, getting dangerously close as you ran out of space to back into. “Your life is all fun and games until shit gets hard. Then it's big brother and Iwa’s job to come and save you. Every. Goddamn. Time.”
His face was right in front of yours now, his eyes boring dangerously into your face. You could feel the anger… the resentment… rolling off of him.
You couldn't hold it back anymore, you could feel all of the ugly sobs rearing their heads and the big fat tears rolling down your face as you began to press your palms out against Hajime’s heaving chest.
“Then leave!” You hiccupped, “I’m sorry. Don’t you think I know I’m a burden, don’t you think I know that you hate me? I know you’re sick of me and I’m sorry ! What else do you want me to say?”
The utter exhaustion in your voice stopped Iwa in his tracks. The painful look on your face as you begged him to forgive you.
What am I doing? He suddenly wondered,
Why am I doing this?
He asked himself what he was trying to achieve as he stared down at your shaking form, your chest and arms shaking with every wobbly breath you took.
The feeling of satisfaction that Iwa once assumed would come with finally telling you off never came, only the sick feeling of disgust as he realized that the only reason that you were crying right now, was because of him.
And it took him a minute. A minute of just watching you cry, watching you take wet, shaky breaths. A minute of just thinking.
And as he stared down at your shaky body, he realized something.
He wasn’t your brother, he had no obligations to take care of you.
The only reason that he was there, was because he wanted to be there.
All of those years of rescuing you, he did that because he wanted to.
He’d been so blind and so… mean .
He rested his hands against the wall, trapping you in.
You closed your eyes, not wanting to watch what happened next, when suddenly, you felt him freeze. You felt the anger leaving his chest as his body slightly sagged against yours, almost as if rather than trapping your body in, he was trying to support himself on you.
It was almost as if you could feel all of the tension leaving his chest as his head dropped, his mouth right beside your ear.
“ Why- ” he breathed, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, “why won’t you call me Hajime?”
Your brows knit in confusion at the hurt in his voice. It wasn’t the voice that had just been yelling at you, it wasn’t the voice of a person that had hated you for years, it was him.
It was Hajime.
It was the Hajime that tended to your scraped knees, it was the Hajime that fought dragons for you, it was your Hajime.
“ Please… ” he whispered in your ear “call me Hajime.”
He leaned back, his eyes staring into yours as you continued to sniffle.
“Just one more time.” he pleaded, his eyes not leaving yours.
“Ha-” you tried to choke out between returning sobs. Why were you crying now? Was it the fear, was it the adrenaline, was it the relief of having your Hajime back?
Hajime hushed you as he pulled you into his arms, his hand gently pushing your face into his neck.
Your brain couldn’t keep up as his warm hands traveled from your shoulders to your waist, pulling your soft body flush against his strong one. His hands continued to draw trails up and down your back, rubbing circles further and further down until the circles were in your lower back and his fingertips were brushing just above your ass.
“Hajime…” you whispered, you didn’t know if it was the confusion or the adrenaline, but the familiar flood of arousal in your stomach was unmistakable as you turned your lips towards the skin of Hajime’s neck, breathing out his name.
“ Hajime ” This time it was a whine, making Hajime chuckle. There’s his girl. His sweet little helpless princess.
He laughed as he drew his face back to stare back into your eyes. He softly smiled at the sight of your red, puffy eyes, staring up at him with as much adoration as you had for him all those years ago.
“ Ha …” he breathed out, his eyes glancing down to your lips, just as red and swollen as your eyes, “you really are pathetic.” he teased before gently closing the distance.
You whined into the kiss, your body pressing against his further, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He let you walk him back towards the reception desk, grinning into your kiss as your hands quickly shifted from around his neck, down towards his biceps.
You whined into his mouth as you felt the thick muscle, you wondered just how much stronger Hajime had gotten since he’d left for America, you tried to press him further into desk, only for him to flip positions, pushing you against the counter, causing you to moan with the way it cut into your back.
You could feel one of his thighs bully its way between your thighs as one of his hands left its post on your ass and slowly trailed across your hip, drawing closer to your still clothed pussy.
You were pulsing with need, you’d spent all day guiltily thinking about your older brother’s best friend. You’d sat behind your desk in your pink lace thong, concealed with clothes not much more conservative than the panties themselves, and rubbed your thighs together with each thought of how the beefy dark haired man looked at you that day.
“Hajime…..” you begged, threading the fingers of one of your hands through the hair at his nape.
“What Princess?” he groaned, his fingers pushing towards your pussy, feeling your crotch wet with arousal.
“ Need you. Please. ”
“Where princess.”
“Chairs” you mumbled, nodding towards the back of the parlor before pushing your mouth back against Hajime’s, your tongue desperately licking against his bottom lip.
“Shhh…” Hajime cooed, his lips soothing over yours as you whined, pulling him as quickly as you could towards the nearest tattoo chair.
“ Be patient. ” he whispered as he laid you down against the chair, hovering over your body as he admired your heaving chest.
“Can’t-” you panted, pulling at his jacket, “ need you… ”
Hajime tutted and let out a low chuckle. This was so…. Like you. Ordering him around like you had your whole life, as if you already knew that you had him wrapped around your perfect little finger.
“You really are a little brat aren’t you Princess? Just imagine what big brother would say if he knew how needy his little sister really was.”
You gasped at his words, letting his hands gently shove yours aside, taking his jacket off, and throwing it away.
“ M’not a brat” you whined, pushing your chest up towards Hajime, wanting him to help you out of it.
Iwa just smirked down at you, you were so spoiled… such a brat…. Just the way he liked you.
“Whatever you say Princess.” He grinned, taking the zipper at the front of your shirt and pulling it down, making you gasp as the cold air of the parlor hit your tits.
“ Fuck. ” he groaned, his eyes solely transfixed on your breasts, how they moved with each whiney breath that you took, your pretty nipples all hard and peaked for him without him even doing anything.
He wordlessly bent his head down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning deep in his throat as your perfume filled in nose and your body arched up into his mouth, his teeth catching the skin and tearing a high pitched moan from you.
“ Haji ….. Touch me…” you begged, your fingers digging into the back of his head, pushing his head further into your tits, nearly suffocating him.
He closed his eyes for a second, just relishing the feeling of your skin against his face, the overwhelming sound of your heartbeat as he bruised the skin of your chest.
His hands obeyed your command, running down your soft sides and resting on your stomach, just above where you wanted them to be.
“ Haji ….” you pushed, desperate for his fingers to find their place between your thighs.
“I said be patient” he whispered, soft but stern as his fingers gently gripped the tops of your thighs.
Iwa knew that you needed him, he knew that you needed him but he also knew that he needed a moment to collect himself. He needed to ground himself in the moment, ground himself in your presence, in you.
You sat there, pressing the back of your head back into the leather of the tattoo chair, trying to collect your breath. You could feel Hajime’s breath against your bare stomach, his fingers against your thighs.
Somehow he’d silently begun working your skirt off, leaving you in nothing but your pretty matching pink set. His eyes scanned the material.
“Such a pretty girl.” He praised, his fingers scraping the light material of the panties as his hands traveled across your hips to grasp your ass.
“ So pretty ” he mumbled, his lips pressing against the top of your inner thigh, dangerously close.
You almost cried as his arms finally rose to spread your legs open for him, exposing the soaked material of your panties to his burning stare.
“Just for me?” he asked, leaning in until his nose just barely brushed the pink material.
You cried out, your upper half bowing off of the chair as your legs tried to close, only to be held open by the raven haired man.
“Just for you!”
Iwa smiled, letting his nose bump against you again, causing you to shake. “ Good ,” he said.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Hajime slid your panties to the side and placed his mouth over your pussy.
You waited, waited for the relief of his mouth to finally wash over you, to finally put you at rest after such intense waiting, but it never came. All that came was the feeling of his against your sensitive lips.
“Ha-”
“ Tell me you missed me. ” Hajime cut off your desperate plea, you couldn’t see his face, but somehow you could feel how his eyes bore into your pussy, just watching it pulse pathetically around nothing.
“ Hajimeeeee-” you cried weakly, you couldn’t think straight, much less give him a well thought out answer explaining to him just how much you actually thought about him over the last three years.
You couldn’t just admit to him that every time you let a guy use you for sex in college, you imagined it was him. You couldn't tell him that the only reason you weren’t dating some other dude was because even after hearing you say he hated you, you’d always held onto some tiny shred of hope that one day he might finally show up and love you. You couldn’t tell him that it was him . That it had always been him.
“Tell me you missed me and I’ll never go away.” He whispered, his eyes closing, holding his breath for your answer.
“I missed you so much Hajime.” you admitted quietly, your nails running delicately across his scalp, making his breath shiver against you.
“Yeah?” he asked, his lips getting closer.
“Thought about you every day. Thought about you when I woke up…. in class… at night …I- oh! Fuck… ”
You cried, your fingers automatically tightening in his hair as he finally took your pussy in his mouth. Your chest heaved as the sudden and brutal stimulation battered your clit, nearly pushing you to orgasm in the first minute.
“ Haji- no ” you pleaded, pulling at his hair, trying to convince him to come up for breath.
He gasped as he pulled away, quickly replacing his mouth with his middle finger, pushing its way into you and hooking against your walls.
“Sooo pretty.” he crooned as another wail came from your throat, your legs once again trying and failing to close around his shoulders. “ Mmmm … give this pretty pussy whatever it wants… yeah?....just for my Princess? ”
“ Mmhmm ” you whimpered, nearly choking at the feeling of his mouth going back in, along with a second finger, stretching your cunt while he bit and lapped at your clit.
“ Haji….m’close …” you whined, feeling him grin against you as his fingers massaged up into your g-spot.
“You wanna cum on my face baby?” He asked, you just nodded, letting out a long needy moan, “you gotta tell me Princess, tell me what you want…”
“Want- want you.. to make me cum on your face Haji….” you breathed. Keening as he groaned in approval against your clit.
“That’s my little Princess.” He mumbled, “always telling me what to do…” His pace quickened, his fingers drawing in and out of your cunt at the perfect pressure. He sucked your clit back into his mouth.
“Go ahead Princess,” he encouraged as you reached the edge, gripping his hair to the point where it must’ve been painful, “cum on my face Princess ” he pulled his mouth away from your clit to slap it with his other hand, making your mouth drop open in a silent sob as you finally fell off that cliff.
Iwa continued, rolling his fingers inside of you as each wave of your orgasm passed, mumbling how pretty you were into the skin of your thigh, helping you come down from the best o you’ve had in a while.
Once your body had stopped shaking, reduced to small jolts every now and then he brought his face back up to yours, his fingers never leaving your cunt where they could feel you pulse as you recovered.
“So good for me Princess.” He whispered, looking into your dazed eyes and kissing lightly. His lips brought you back down, making you aware of the feeling of his still clothed cock pressing into your hip.
“Hajime….” you whispered, your desire quickly renewing at the size of the outline “want you in me now.” you asked, looking up at Hajime with that gaze that he’d never been able to deny. He groaned.
“You want my cock baby?” He asked, slowly pulling his fingers out of your pussy and bringing them up to your face. “Clean me off baby, I’ll give you my cock if you clean me off.” He promised.
Without a second thought your lips wrapped around his fingers, whimpering as you cleaned yourself off of him, the taste of it filling you with embarrassment and he rubbed circles in your waist, coaxing his fingers deeper into your throat.
Once he decided that they were clean enough, he gently pulled them out, making you release them with a soft moan.
He stood, raising his arms and removing his shirt, letting you bask in the sight of his broad, tanned, chest. You felt yourself pulse.
“Hajimeee” You pleaded, your legs falling apart as if to draw him back in. He chuckled as he unzipped his pants.
You let out a gasp as his pants fell to the floor, revealing that he’d decided to go commando in his rush to get to you. He was big… and thick.
“Tell me you want me Princess.”
“ I want you Haji… ” you begged, you could feel tears welling up in your eyes in anticipation.
“You have me baby.” he promised before carefully lining himself up and pressing into you.
“ Fuck ” He groaned through gritted teeth. You were so hot and wet…. and all for him. All of it was for him. That was your cum and his spit guiding him into your cunt, it was all for him.
“ Ooooohhhhh ” you cried out, feeling him press himself into you until his balls were against your ass, he spread your legs even further apart telling you to “hold your pretty pussy open for him” so he could watch himself press into you.
You could feel the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of him being inside of you coupled with his soft whispers making your head spin.
“You feel so good Princess… .so good for me ”
“ Please…. .” you mumbled, your face pressed into the crease of your elbow above your head.
“Please what baby?” Hajime asked, his hips rolling into yours, making your eyes pop open and your mouth drop in a gasp.
“ Harder .” you begged. The tears in your eyes shining in the small amount of light coming off of the street lamps outside.
Iwa grinned, the masochist in him keening at the sight of your watery eyes. So it’s exactly like it was back then. Nothing had changed. You were still his little crybaby.
“Are you gonna cry for me Princess…. You gonna cry and then ask me to come fix all your little Princess problems?”
“... ...N-n ” you tried to deny it but the way that his hips hit yours with each hard thrust barely allowed you to breathe, much less speak.
“Huh Princess? Too busy cryin’ to answer? Poor little princess….” he slammed into you “ Such a cute little pussy .” he groaned.
“ Faster Haji-” you managed to choke out, your whole body shaking with each rough thrust.
It was too much for your poor little brain. Too much and too good as Hajime fucked every single thought you’d ever had out of your stupid little brain. He told himself that he wasn’t going to stop until you were sobbing, until you couldn’t remember anything except for his name and how well his cock slammed into you.
He promised that from this day forward, if you needed anything, wanted anything, gave anything, it was going to be him that you needed it from, him that you wanted it from, him that you gave it to.
A job? Why would you need a job with him around to spoil you? Your only job would be taking his cock and his tongue like the perfect little brat you were.
You need a ride to school? He’ll buy you a car. New clothes? Only if he gets to take them off of you at the end of the day.
From this day on everything he did would be for you. That’s how it had always been and he’d been so foolish to say that that wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.
“Haji-” your cry brought him back to Earth, brought him back into the feeling of his hips snapping against yours, his cock bullying your soft warm pussy over and over again as you jerked beneath him.
“ Shhhh” he muttered, pressing his open mouth against yours, tasting your pants and moans as he watched those pretty tears gather in your eyes. All he wanted them to do was fall.
“Go on and cry for me princess. Let me see my pretty little brat cry for her Daddy’s cock.”
Your eyes slammed closed as your body shook at the name, your mouth falling open and tears began to stream down your face, giving into Hajime’s brutal demands.
“Tell me how much you love this cock brat?” He asked, suddenly taking his palm away from its place holding your thigh and bringing down across your tits as he got closer to his own high. Taking one of your nipples and rolling it between his fingers mercilessly
“Ah! ” You jolted, choking your sobs back as your nail dug into his shoulder blades.
“ Come on …” he grunted, adjusting himself to thrust even deeper, ramming his head into your g-spot with every thrust, “ tell me how much you need my cock .”
“ Ohh … “ you cried, your back bowing off of the chair in a permanent arch as your nails probably drew blood. “ I-i ….. love …. your cock….ah- please d-Daddy… .”
Iwa’s vision faded as soon as it left your lips.
“Fuck. ” he moaned, his voice breaking as he felt you getting tighter, no doubt nearing your next orgasm. He looked down into your eyes, red and puffy, and still welled with tears that ran down your face with each thrust.
“M’close Princess” he promised, leaning down and taking your lips in his with startling gentleness compared to the brutal pace of his hips.
You shook with your own impending orgasm, feeling Hajime flood your senses once again.
“ Hajime… .” you gasped, and before you could protest, both of his hands had abandoned your legs, leaving them to bounce in the air with each harsh thrust, and traveled to your cunt, one pressing against your lower stomach, pressing against his own dick as it slid in and out of you and the other coming down to rub hot tight circles in your already burning clit.
“Nooooo ” you cried, your own hands flying down to grip his wrists, afraid of the overstimulation that was beginning to wreak havoc on your body. Hajime all but growled, slapping your hands away and pressing down against your stomach.
“Feel that Princess? How good you’re making me feel?” He pressed down even harder as his other hand tortured your clit. You didn’t even know if your eyes were open or closed at this point. Your whole body was shaking and you prayed to make it out alive.
“Hajime… .clos- I’m clooossseee .” you whined, feeling your orgasm rise in your abdomen.
“Me too Princess. Hold on a little more.” he promised, his forehead dropping against yours as grains spilled from his mouth.
“F-fuck ….” he gasped, “gonna cum….. where do you want me Princess?”
You cried harder, feeling that band in your stomach drawing as tight as possible before finally snapping, washing your entire body with the feeling of white hot relief. You wrapped your arms around Hajime as your body shook against his, moaning against his mouth, “ inside, want you inside Hajime.”
Hajime buried his face in your neck as he came, his hips stuttering against as his whines and moans were muted by your skin.
Minutes passed, both of you just laying there, trying to catch your breath as neither spoke. Finally Hajime pulled his face from its hiding spot and kissed you gently. As you felt him pull out, you let out a light whine, the emptiness being a stark adjustment. He went to get up.
“Where-” you began, your lip already shaking, as if you had tears stored to use when he left.
“Shhhhh.” he whispered, his hands cupping your face, “I’m just gonna go get something to clean you up Princess.”
“Oh.” you hummed before letting your eyes drift closed.
“Hey….hey” you cracked your eyes open, finding Hajime standing above you, fully clothed and ready to go. You looked down at yourself to find you still only in your underwear, but cleaned off.
“What time is it?” you yawned, your fingers reaching out to put on your clothes that Hajime had retrieved for you.
“Way past your bedtime Brat.” He replied, making you pout.
“You’re mean.” You frowned, sticking your tongue out as you struggled to zip back into your tight fitting top, rolling your eyes as you watched Hajime blatantly stare at the jiggle of your tits.
“Oh yeah?” He asked playfully, coming up behind you as you tried to fix your wrecked hair in one of the shop mirrors. “You gonna cry for me again?”
You scoffed, pushing him away from you and sliding into your coat. You didn’t even bother looking back as you left the shop, activating the security system to ensure that if anyone tried to walk in, they couldn't do it without the whole neighborhood hearing.
You finally looked back into the shop, seeing Hajime still standing where you left him. You tapped your wrist, letting him know that the security system would be in place any moment. He walked out the door and onto the street.
You glanced back at him. Your knight in shining armor.
You resumed walking, letting Hajime stand back on the parlor step behind you, getting further by the second, after a minute or two you finally called back.
“You gonna follow me or what?”
Iwa watched you continue walking, your hair shining in the moonlight as your pink platform converse limped home. He knew that there was nothing romantic about it. In fact, he’d been pretty terrible to you within the last three years.
He’d been so terrible and still when you looked back to ask him, your eyes held the same adoration that they had for as long as he could remember.
“You gonna follow me or what?”
He smiled.
“Always”