Iwa's Not Drunk ! Iwaizumi Hajime X Gn Reader

   iwa's not drunk ! ᵕ̈         iwaizumi hajime x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : walking back home with    ⋮⋮  hajime after a night out ( he is sooo ⋮⋮  not drunk, by the way )

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ok but whyyyy did i kind of eat this draft up from like 3 years ago tho ”   

“look, you’re,” you thought of how to word it, “a little bit more than tipsy—“

“i am not drunk!” iwaizumi interrupted you. there was a short pause as you resisted letting out a chuckle.

“well i never said that—“

“i am not drunk!” he whined.

“hey, you said it, not me—“

“i’m nottt!” he was practically begging now. you found it funny how this 6-foot-something man was desperately trying to convince you he wasn’t drunk, at the same time latching onto you in order to simply balance as you walked down the sidewalk.

he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you placed your hands on his bicep as you walked. 

for a second you thought of how intimidating your hajime must be when he’s working as an athletic trainer during the day—big, strong, blunt.

then compare that to now, where he’s a whiny and bumbling mess. only you got to see him like this, on nights like these.

right now, as you held his swaying figure upright in the street, iwaizume was warm—his whole body was radiating heat onto yours, in fact.

he felt like a weighted blanket shielding you from the breeze that rounded each corner of every high-rise—as if it were trying to find the next thrill of the late night, just as you and hajime were shortly before he became too drunk and out of remission.

you approached a crosswalk. hajime snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and departed one of his arms from your shoulders in order to click the pedestrian crossing button.

or, attempt to. you watched as his hand blindly search and hit every area around the button, but never the button itself. you let out a soft laugh before effectively pressing the button yourself.

hajime’s arm returned to where it once was and he lifted his face from your neck.

you turned and watched as his eyes were closed. you could hear the faint sound of him breathing in and out, trying to get the chilly breeze to help sober himself up. 

his lashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes now and then, probably to prevent himself from completely blacking out on you.

you saw the subtle sheen of sweat on his face. it reflected the neon colors of all the streetlights and store signs around the crosswalk.

but even among all those colors, you could still notice the reddish dust on his face from the alcohol. 

he looked breathtaking.

you felt a reddish dust appear on your face, too.

you two stood there, even as you heard the pedestrian crossing sign tick away.

You might not bite but I do >:D

No but from what I can tell you’re a really really great writer— I love your writing style so much I am going to consume it Kirby-style that is all

omg pls i'm glad you like it 😭🫶 ugh so much was from pre-hiatus which i think wasn’t all too great but it means so much that it looks like it still holds up!!

getting back into it so hopefully it’s only gonna get better from here :D

how mad would yall be if i said i have a pinterest board dedicated to yamaguchi-core with like 600 pins on it 😔

it's so funny going through my old drafts because i both completely understand and also have no fucking clue what i meant by allat

don’t get it twisted guys kuroo’s still my man but yamaguchi is also my husband and fun fact omi is actually my fiancé too—

it’s quite simple to follow, really

do you guys think timeskip!kuroo has a closet of the same exact suit he wears for his vball promoter job like spongebob or that he switches his ties up like a high school history teacher