Haikyuu - Second Best Choice (Iwaizumi x Female Reader)

Chapter Forty-Three - The Key To Life

Y/N's POV

"Y/N," I hear Iwaizumi's husky whisper in my ear. When I don't respond, I feel the tip of his wet tongue slide across my ear. I can hear his heavy breathing, something I know he does intentionally so I can feel the hotness of his breath more intensely against the wet-cold skin. Something that sends a shivering wave along my whole my body, leaving behind chicken skin. The knot in the pit of my stomach tightens, and suddenly, I get the urge to squeeze my legs.

My hormones quickly halt though.

"Stop~" I groan and push his head slightly away while pulling the warm blanket to cover my head. Glimpses of that night's dream cross my mind. In my dreams his hair was dark, the reality had been blonde. Something that makes a lump form in my throat. That day ruined me.

Hajime notices my lack of mood. Part of me had expected for him to press, the reality shifts from my imagination. Instead, he shifts on the shared bed until his body shadows mine.

"Come on, we are going to be late," He says as he caresses my skin under his sheets lovingly, not sexual. His touch is cold and without realizing it, I begin to shiver underneath it. Goosebumps that bother me for no reason. Annoyed at the way he makes me feel, I grab his hand to stop it from moving.

"Kyoutani, let's go," He pleads with a delicate whisper.

I give him a silent response and don't move. It brings me deja vu, from when I was young and would try to wake up Kentaro. I would tickle the balls of his feet, a spot that even now makes him scream as if it were a murder.

And just like my little brother all those years ago, I act like a brat.

"No," I say, refusing to get out of the warmness of the bed, something very distinct from the cold outside. Here, even the thin walls seem to protect me, while out there, not even the tallest walls seem to suffice.

"Then let me take you home," Hajime says, "Your brother called, said your parents are beginning to wonder about you."

"Why are you lying?" The question leaves my lips, followed by a sigh. Actions that seem to escape without truly thinking about them. By the way I feel his body tense, I know my annoyance isn't just a byproduct of the shitty way I am feeling, but I've hit the jackpot.

When he doesn't respond, I uncover my head and turn my body so I can look up at him. He is sitting opposite from where I lay.

The green of his eyes softens as they look down at me. Despite my harsh tone, everything his face portrays is softness. Not sadness, more like concern for me.

"You can't be here while I'm not home," He responds delicately, as if one high note would send me on a spiral.

Normally, I would ask for an explanation, but the way his eyes search mine for understanding, a subtle plea for me to respect his boundaries makes me bite my tongue. The reason must be important to him.

So I push the blanket off my body with my feet, kick them a little creating a woosh of cold wind that really makes me want to rethink my decision and wrap myself like a burrito with the warmness. Either way, I pout like a little kid as I stand up from the bed.

I stare at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him in his school uniform. It's clean and perfectly ironed, a clear contrast to his appearance: dark circles which carry the weight of exhaustion and worry.

I grab my clothes from last night. They reek of alcohol and are dirty with mysterious stains. Putting them on feels like a crime, unlike them, my skin is clean from last night's shower.

"I wanna go home, Ime," I say once I'm dressed. My arms hug my body in a protective manner, all of a sudden pretty aware of how little the fabric covers. I try to play it off as if I'm just cold by rubbing my arms, but he still notices.