Consolation Prize [Iwaizumi x Reader]More Like This
Since the beginning of her first high school year, [First] showed interest in the volleyball club. She joined the female team instantly and not even once she missed a practice. She also attended to the boy’s practices, interested in their techniques and enjoying watching them play. She was always there, carefully studying every move they made in order to improve. That's how Iwaizumi met her.
And that's how she met Oikawa.
Her feelings for him started with simple admiration. She would stare at the setter in awe every time he made one of those impeccable services, but wouldn’t say anything about it. When his fangirls cheered at him, [First] would just silently watch not only him, but everyone, smiling widely.
She decided to approach them after a month, when practice was already over and both Iwaizumi and Oikawa were the last ones in the gymnasium. When they finished cleaning, they made their way to the entrance, not noticing the girl behind them. After they ended their chat,
Part of You. |[Iwaizumi x Reader]More Like This
He holds a necklace in his calloused palm, letting the cool chain slip between the crooks of his fingers. Purple bruises twist up his wrists from practice, like a galaxy erupted upon his veins. Yet the harsh ridges of his features and the thick skin of his dry knuckles , do nothing to hide the vulnerability of this heart. As if someone unfastened his rib cage, his beating organ exposed to the hazards of the world.
The only hazard he accepted willfully was the acquaintance of your love.
It happened quite suddenly, and “stupidly normal” as Oikawa dubbed it. As rightful president of the student body, you trotted into his homeroom to pass out festival fliers. Much to his chagrin, his attention was spent on whacking Oikawa upside the head as a release of his frustration. In consequence, his sudden movement caused his binder to slip off the edge and meet the floor with a hurl of lo