Iwaizumi Is The Type Of Guy To Come Off As A Huge Asshole Solely Because He's Awkward

Iwaizumi is the type of guy to come off as a huge asshole solely because he's awkward

cw/ tw. college au. fem!reader, gojo is a little mean (but not really), mild hurt/ comfort, nerd!reader (surprise), reader wears glasses, pet names (ex. baby)

He's captain of the hockey team and lives in the biggest fraternity on campus.

Gojo never had trouble getting a girl's number, yet he finds he can’t shake the thought of you from his head: this mouse of a girl who always has her nose buried in a book and barely acknowledges his existence.

At first, he’d mistaken it for curiosity—not entirely understanding why his gaze fell on you, like a moth to a flame, when he noticed you walking across the campus courtyard. You’d been wearing a soft pink sundress with little pearl buttons holding it together, and a little bow in your hair.

You’d bumped into him, or maybe he bumped into you (he can't remember that part), while fixing the books in your bag, squeaking out a small “sorry” as you pushed up your glasses and scurried past him with a shy smile.

That smile completely disarmed him, leaving him tongue-tied, and he forgot that he’d been walking a girl to class—Cassy?—before said girl started talking again.

“...Right?” she'd asked, and he didn't even know what the question was.

He just nodded as if he’d been paying attention the entire time, uncaring if he'd answered wrong.

Popular!Gojo who initially picks on you for being a nerd only because he can’t think of any other way to talk to you. Sometimes, he even talks you into doing his homework, his excuse being that it gets you to spend more time with him. 

Popular!Gojo whose heart flutters around his ribcage the first time he makes you laugh.

Of course, it’s at his expense. He’d missed your mouth when he leaned in to kiss you, getting your chin instead, though you ended up kissing him back anyway.

Popular!Gojo who, in private, is clingy and likes nestling his head against your tummy so you'll take your attention off of whatever you're doing and focus it on him.

“If you keep doing that you're going to make me fall asleep,” he mumbles, shivering when you run your fingers through the length of his hair again.

“Then fall asleep.”

Popular!Gojo who wears the gold chain you got him under his jersey on game days, and looks for you in the stands the moment his skates touch the ice. A smile stretches across his mouth when he finds you with his number stretched across your chest, and something else hits him like a wave. 

It's the first time he realizes he might be in love.

Popular!Gojo who knows that he totally fucked up this time—took his teasing a little too far and unintentionally acted like you didn’t exist whenever his friends were around—because you refuse to talk to him. He hasn’t told anyone about you yet—not that he’d really know what to say.

“Hey, there’s this girl, she…”

You’re…what? A friend? A girl he exclusively fucks now and then?

He doesn’t know.

And once summer break comes around, Gojo’s stomach does this funny little thing—a ship-sinking feeling, like he’d hit the puck just shy of the goal—when he doesn't get a reply after he asks if you want to go to the beach with him. Go home with him, anything. 

Popular!Gojo who finds himself gripping the sides of your doorway and panting a few hours later, hair slightly messy from running up the four flights of stairs to your floor.

Your brows furrow when you open the door. "Gojo? Are you al—"

“I’m sorry.”

He watches you carefully nibble on your bottom lip and toy with the hem of your shirt.

“Oh…It’s okay.”

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Because you think it’s okay?”

It's the wrong thing to say.

Your brows furrow and your arms cross over your chest. “Avoiding you? You said I was annoying.”

“No, I…I shouldn’t have said that. You’re anything but annoying. You’re…” Beautiful. Funny. Out of my league. But he settles with, “Perfect. You’re perfect, and I’m so fucking sorry for ignoring you that day. I just…I never know what to say when I'm around you.”

“Gojo,” you sigh, “you don’t have to do this. We can just be friends—”

“I like you a lot,” he blurts, hasty because he can see this whole conversation spiraling downhill. “So much, and I’m an idiot. I don’t even know why you stuck around so long.”

“You don't mean that.” You fidget, peeking up at him from under your lashes. 

“I do,” he murmurs. “I mean every single word, except that first part because I'm really in love with you.”

You freeze.

“I've loved you for a while,” he continues. “I should have said it before, but I—”

He's cut off by your lips pressing against his, and your arms wrapped around his shoulders. It's I love you too wrapped up in a kiss and he hopes, can’t help it, but—

“Can I come in?” he mumbles against your mouth. “Please.”

Popular!Gojo who spreads you out on your sheets, heart thudding in his chest at the thought of how close he was to losing this; your soft giggle when he gets your foot caught in your underwear in his haste to remove them. The breathy moan you let out as he hums against your soaked cunt, how your thighs tremble around his head when he makes you cum on his tongue and then his fingers.

He knows he’s not going to last long as his leaky tip dips between your folds, his stomach still doing a series of flips from the adrenaline still coursing through his body. And it doesn’t help how your choked moan makes his cock twitch.

“I’m not letting you leave again,” he rasps against your nipple, lips wrapping around the hard nub and sucking, tongue flicking until your nails bite into his shoulders.

Your laugh is soft and lilted. “Then don’t be mean.”

“I won’t, baby,” he swears, his breathing labored when he notches another inch of his dick inside your wet heat. “I won’t.”

And he watches your eyes roll back behind your slightly crooked glasses as his hands grip your waist to bring you down on the rest of his cock.

Popular!Gojo who snuggles against your chest afterward, his soft cock nestled between your soft-wet thighs, slightly dozing off with your fingers running through his hair. He’s so content that he almost forgets—

“Go to the beach with me,” he mumbles against your breast.

You hum. “You’re so bossy.”

His arms tighten around your waist, cheeks hot and feeling vulnerable. “Please…”

Your fingers trail behind his ear, down the side of his neck, where the chain you got him rests against his collarbone. You run your finger along it before whispering, “Okay, I’ll go.”

He can’t stop himself from smiling.

When she moans out "cum in me" and you start fucking into her harder until you burst inside

Shoutout to Haikyuu!! for showing the diversity of the autism spectrum!

We have :

Ushijima "I have no idea of what’s going on" Wakatoshi

Kageyama "I can’t read social cues & it pisses me off" Tobio

Sakusa "Don’t you dare touch me" Kiyoomi

Akaashi "I felt overwhelmed and anxious so I made some very specific lists to feel better" Keiji

Kozume "I was just looking for Pokémon Tier Lists online and ended up not eating, drinking or sleeping for the last 24 hours" Kenma

Kita "Do not disturb my routine under any circumstances" Shinsuke (+ bonus point for the "crackly" jacket)

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.6k words summary: boyfriend!toji headcanons, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, he’s a simp but he’ll never admit it !! rheya's note: grumpy man being soft for the person he really loves? i’m here for it. mamaguro is literal proof that he can and will love !!

bf!toji who is silent with his care for you. he's not one to be open or dramatic about his feelings, but you bet he'll show them in actions. small, mundane things that could only be picked out under critical eyes—like quietly placing an extra mug of coffee next to you as you work, or being the one to walk closest to the street, fingers firmly clasped around your palm. if you point it out he'll just grunt, shaking his head with a quiet "keep walking" all while pretending to ignore your silly little grin.

bf!toji who isn't really the type to be big on words of affirmation, but huge on physical touch. you tell him you did well on a project at school or work and he just hums, giving you a little nod. he doesn't say anything else—doesn't really have to because the soft lingering pat on your head is enough to tell you that he's proud.

bf!toji who is an aggressive yet affectionate lover. if you're doing something and he's not receiving your attention he will come up behind you and put you in a headlock. he thinks it's an appropriate response considering how much he craves your attention and company—why on earth are you focused on something that isn't him anyway? so be prepared to have his heavy bicep playfully curling around your throat or slinging you over his shoulders at random times—it's his way of telling you he misses you. and if anything, he'll do it to hear you whine and attempt to shove him off.

bf!toji who will absolutely take your phone and change your lockscreen to pictures of him. every so often, you'll turn your phone on and see an entirely different picture—sometimes a picture of him at the gym, other times a picture of him blocking out his face—but it's always him.

bf!toji whose own lockscreen is always something that's related to you. he's sneaky with it, always stealing pictures of you when you're not looking. he's got a separate album with them—probably hidden behind a password because it's something only he should be allowed to see. but whether it's a snapshot of his hand intertwined with yours or a blurry image of you fast asleep in his bed, it's always you. because of course you’re the first thing he should be able to see when he turns his phone on.

bf!toji who, as cliché as it sounds, is exactly the type to go feral if someone's made you upset. and he's freakishly observant, noticing even a slight pinch of your nose or wobble in your lips—he's caught them all. whether you're just down or outright sobbing, he's there, standing in front of you with pure anger weighing heavy on his brows. and yet for all his rage he's nothing but gentle as he firmly takes your face in his calloused hands, muttering a strained "what the fuck happened?" as he forces you to make eye contact with him. his own eyes will dart over your features, searching for discomfort or any other emotion as you explain, barely holding back his own emotions because there's no reason on the fucking planet that you should be upset at all.

bf!toji who rarely says the words "i love you" not because he doesn't but because the words themselves don't hold all that much meaning to him. no he'd rather spend his time proving it to you than just saying it for the sake of saying it. but, sometimes if you pretend to be asleep long enough, you'll catch him quietly whisper the words into your hair, almost like he doesn't want anyone to hear it. don't even bother trying to call him out for it—he'll deny deny deny.

bf!toji whose eyes flutter when he lets you trace over his scars. not just the one cutting over his lips but the ones that litter his back and torso—battle remnants that he doesn't remember much of. he's always hated the look of them, indifferent to old memories of a much more chaotic time in his life. but when your gentle fingers graze over the raised skin he'll sigh, oddly quiet but yet so comfortable.

bf!toji who will drop everything if you need him. don't ever hesitate to ask him for things because you're scared of being a burden—he will yell at you (affectionately). you drank too much with your friends and can't get a ride? call him and he'll pick you up even if it's 4 am. you're feeling nervous about walking home from the convenience store even though it's only ten minutes away from home? stay put and he'll come get you so that you can walk back together. shut up about all that "it's an inconvenience for you" bullshit—he'll do it and that's that.

bf!toji who asks if you've eaten today, and when you answer with a sheepish smile he'll click his tongue, crossing his bulky arms over his chest and giving you a pointed glare. then he'll say "get your ass to the kitchen. c'mon, up." while hoisting you to your feet—most of the time he'll just pick you up and plop you on the counter himself.

bf!toji who wordlessly makes you something to eat, whether it's a quick snack put together with leftovers or an actual full meal. then he'll stand in front of you with the plate and demand you eat. even a slight word of protest and he's scowling, already holding up a spoonful while grumbling a low "don't wanna hear it. open up, kid."

bf!toji who hates when you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home. his job doesn't allow for the comfort of a strict schedule, and he's told you this many times. but you're nothing if not stubborn, and he can only sigh heavily as he sees you dozing against the armrest when he pushes the door open late at night. he'll click his tongue quietly, hooking both arms under your back and knees to cradle you against his chest before walking to the bedroom. though some part of him is pleased, knowing that you seem to care about him enough to make sure he's coming home every night.

bf!toji who glares at anyone who even breathes in your direction the wrong way. some guy eyeing you while you're walking on the street? toji looks like he's ready to rip his head off. some "friend" of yours asking too many questions about why you're dating a man like him? well…if looks could kill.

bf!toji who pulls you into his lap when he kisses you, because he likes the way you fit into his space so perfectly. he won't ever admit how it makes him swoon when you giggle against his lips, instead choosing to tighten his grip on your hips and pull you closer to his chest.

bf!toji who enjoys watching you sit on the kitchen counter and swing your legs back and forth—finding it so unbelievably endearing that he ends up just standing in between your legs and burying his face into your neck. his lips will map chaste kisses across your skin, and he'll hide a wry smile as your quiet giggles wash over him.

bf!toji who will notice when you eye something at a store, whether it's a pretty piece of jewelry or a new sweater or whatever—he keeps note. and then weeks later, once you've forgotten all about it, he'll come home and drop a bag into your lap before shoving his hands into his pockets. when you open it and start gushing about how much you wanted it and how pleased you are, he'll huff and turn away, muttering a low "whatever, kid. 's not a big deal."

bf!toji who sees you upset about something, and loops his bicep around your neck and tucks you under his chin. to an outsider it doesn't look like the most comforting form of a hug, but it's toji, and he's secure and he's safe and he's all the comfort you need—a tight squeeze that grounds you in a way that you can't quite describe.

bf!toji who will never admit how interested he is in your gossip. his ideal way to destress after he comes home is to sit on the couch with you in his lap, your arms looped around his waist as you press yourself against his torso and tuck your head under his chin. and even though his eyes are trained on the tv, he has no clue what's going on—he's more focused on the drama you're spilling or whoever you're ranting about. and he makes it known too, occasionally asking "then what happened, baby?" and adding in a few sounds of disbelief. by the end of your rant, he'll be saying something along the lines of "what a fucking bitch," or "honestly he deserved that," and then asks for updates on the situation over the next few days.

bf!toji who silently watches you trace your fingers over the lines on his palms. you're blabbering about something, tucked against his chest as his other arm remains wrapped around you securely, but he's just focused on your hands. it scares him a little bit—the difference between you and him. his palms are calloused, rough with battle and death, while yours are soft, clean of the horrors he's determined to keep away from you. and a small part of him tells him he shouldn't taint you with all his faults, that you deserve someone more capable of loving than he is. but then he feels you brush your lips over his scarred fingers and he sucks in a breath, tightening his grip imperceptibly. even as he hides a half smile against your brow, he knows he isn't going anywhere.

“…𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵”