On The Rooftops - - - Iwaoi Au

- The exhaustion of life -

Triggers: SCREAMING/YELLING, PHYSICAL ABUSE, MENTIONS OF CATCALLING, OVERWORKING, DRUNK GAYS AND LESBIANS, HETEROSEXUAL PEOPLE, AWKWARD INTERACTIONS

Stay safe! What's your favorite food?

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Iwaizumi cried, his mother hitting and kicking him. His father was long gone, so there was no-one to help him. Kick after kick, punch after punch, more bruises were to form on his body. He cried out for someone. Anyone to come save him. He was in so much pain, and he felt like he was getting beat to death.

He woke up, and it was all getting dark. He let out a shaky breath, before limping up to his room.

"Fuck... that hurts," he hissed, cleaning up his wounds. "I think I can still make it to the game. It's at 6:00, so it seems fine.." Iwaizumi announced to no-one. He picked up his phone and checked the time. 5:36 it read. He put on a jacket raced out of his house picking up his shoes.

He climbed into his mother's neglected car and started the engine. He got it in gear and began to drive. Considering he barely had a drivers permit, he was surprisingly good. He got to the gym, a few minutes later he was inside, viewing the players stretching and getting ready. He walked up to the coaches of both teams.

"Sorry for being late! My mother wouldn't let me go." Iwaizumi lied, bowing down pretty low.

"It's fine, Iwaizumi. We're only warming up, so you can get your flag." The Seijoh coach said, waving it off. The other coach, he didn't know. He was used to knowing at least a few coaches from other teams, but this was a new team. They had a really tiny redhead on their team, who didn't seem to calm down. 'Interesting' he thought as he went to go get his flag from the car.

When he got back, Seijoh was doing drills. He made sure to meet up with the other referee's before the game, to just chat for a bit. He was pretty good friends with them, but he never really talked to them other than during a practice game or when they texted memes.

He sat on the ground, next to one of the corners of the court. He looked at the main referee and tapped his own wrist, signaling it was almost time. The referee, Shinobu, blew her whistle in a sort of call saying 'It's 10 minutes 'till the game, get ready!' Iwaizumi got up and held the flag. Seijoh was pretty dumb. They had a stupid captain, with fluffy hair, a perfect girlfriend, and even fan girls.

Toime Skipe (Time skip)

The other team, who he found out was Karasuno, had won three sets, and Seijoh only won one set. Turns out the redhead was pretty good, despite his tiny body and stature. But something kept catching his eyes. The one fluffy haired boy he saw every time he had been a referee. He was taller than six feet, quite handsome, and with fan girls. He even had a extremely beautiful and perfect girlfriend who always came to his games.

Iwaizumi was kind of jealous of him in some sort of way, how he was perfect, constantly adored, loved. He wanted love, he wanted some sort of attention from someone who would give him affection.
The fifth set was starting, therefore Iwaizumi got back into position. Iwaizumi barely focused, but still got his job done. After the eighth set, the small redhead was FULL of energy, and wanted to play more sets. It was already 9:00 pm, and everybody else was tired.

"No, Hinata. No.." The other teams' captain said. The redhead, named Hinata, was very much disappointed in this answer, but what do you really expect? Six more sets? C'mon, never. Karasuno and Seijoh lined up, thanking each other for the game.

Iwaizumi was done with his first job, so now it was time for job number two. The bartending job, atミラーズバー (Mira's Bar). The siblings, well, the owners, they were 21 and 23 and honestly pretty nice. The only problem about working there was that there was a straight bar, a lesbian bar, and a gay bar, and you never knew which bar you were going to work at because the main owner was a bitch and loved messing around with her employees.