Taxi (Post-Timeskip! Iwaizumi X F! Reader)

Taxi

A/N

This is my first attempt at writing angst, so here's to hoping it comes out sad. This one-shot is based on the song 'Taxi' by 'The Maine' (recommend listening to it during this), and there is smut in this (if you want to skip it, look for the asterisks—it marks both the start and end of sexual content).

-

Iwaizumi Hajime would do anything for you...

It doesn't matter where you are in the world or what time it is; he would drop anything and everything to help you.

Maybe that's why the first thing he did when he heard that you were coming back to Japan because you broke up with Oikawa—his best friend who cheated on you after almost a decade of dating—was offer to let you stay with him in his apartment. Maybe that's also why he finds himself laughing with you as you both scramble into the backseat of a taxi to take shelter from the pouring rain outside.

Iwaizumi shuts the door behind him and turns to you, breath hitching when he sees the happiness that sparkles in your eyes. If he hadn't been the one to pick you up from the airport this morning and hold you against him while you cried over Oikawa, he never would've believed his other best friend cheated on you. While relief fills him at the happiness on your raindrop-covered face, the way his heart skips a beat has him quickly turning away from you to tell the taxi driver the name of a bar he wants to take you to.

Iwaizumi leans back in his seat beside you, his lips quirking into a slight smirk when you lean into his side and show him the pictures you took throughout the day—the day he took off work for to take you to all your favorite places so that you could have the illusion of happiness for a bit.

"Which one's your favorite, Haji?" you ask and he hums before taking a closer look at the pictures.

He swipes your phone screen, scrolling through picture after picture before stopping on the one someone offered to take of the two of you. He holds you bridal style while you kick out your legs and throw your arms into the air, obviously laughing while he looks at you with a soft gaze. The picture brings him pause. You both look like a couple, and that thought makes old feelings that he thought he got over resurface.

"I like this one, too," you tell Iwaizumi while pointing at the picture he's had up for a minute now. You giggle softly with a radiant smile on your face that makes his heart skip a beat before you tell him, "We were only two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind."

Iwaizumi quickly shoves away the feeling, shaking his head as he chuckles, "About to be plain drunk souls once we get to the bar."

Your laugh makes his lips twitch into a smile before he drapes an arm around your shoulders. He ignores how well you fit against his side, choosing to focus on your voice as you recount the day you spent with him. Iwaizumi could listen to you talk for the rest of his life; it could be about paint drying, and he would find it interesting because it comes from you. You've always had that effect on him.

You fall silent for longer than you have all day, and Iwaizumi frowns, noticing that you're staring at your lock screen background of you and Oikawa. The sight of his best friend holding you against his side and pressing a kiss to your head angers him. How could Oikawa cheat on you? You sacrificed so much to be with him over the past decade, and Oikawa fucks it all up by sleeping with a fan? Iwaizumi doesn't think he could even face him without feeling disgust, especially when he knows that Oikawa had been planning to propose on your ten-year anniversary.

Why would he throw it all away for one night?

Iwaizumi's jaw clenches as a thought seeps into his head. I wouldn't have cheated on you. As quick as the thought enters his head, he shoves it away and looks at you. His heart twists when he sees the longing and sadness in your eyes—how your thumb hovers over the button to turn off your phone but doesn't press down. You don't have to speak for Iwaizumi to know what's running through your head.