sinful watchers: the rewrite

₀₀₄ MAMIHLAPINATAPAI

004  mamihlapinatapai
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(n. ) a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something they both desire but which neither wants to begin

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SARCASTICALLY GRINNING, Y/N slumped into the seat opposite Iwaizumi, her other buddy she internally adored. Although she would never sprout such sappy emotions concerning him or Oikawa aloud, her relationship with the males differed but remained harmonious when their three strong personalities merged.

"What's with the mood?" Iwaizumi quizzed as the grumpy girl flashed him a nefarious scowl, though it had no effect on him, who was accustomed to her dejected frowns and graceless moments.

Despite her mannerisms, he commended her "unladylike" frame of mind as it was usually directed at Oikawa, who they both scolded at times for a multitude of reasons, but more so Iwaizumi, who reigned him in.

Y/n registered the faint concern embedded within his question, and his gesture of reaching over to pat her head nestled within her arms rested upon the table, her hair spread as the y/h/c waterfall was pushed aside so her divine face could still be visible.

The enervated female lightly groaned, although grateful for the check-up and barely nodded, her head raised a few millimetres away from the warm pillow her limbs resembled and squinted due to the brief closure of her eyes before meeting a smidgen of worry cradled within Iwaizumi's round, olive eyes sometimes further enriched with an infusion of hazel.

"Nothing serious, Iwa, but a coffee will do me good." She assured him. Their plans, which included her being graced with the desired beverage, rejuvenated her mood.

Iwaizumi Hajime was just striking; his deeper but golden complexation,, coloured irises and dark chocolate hair, was a surprise he wasn't a heartthrob – instead, he was Oikawa's best friend and Y/n's beloved companion.

He was a (former) teammate on the volleyball court and used to play beside Oikawa, as similarly, his prodigious height was advantageous for tournaments. However, his curiosity about law ultimately led his adoration for the sport to be pushed aside, and a degree studying multiple aspects of constitutions was favoured instead.

The mature male shot her a sympathetic nod, understanding her glower until his eyes signalled her moment of serenity was to be disturbed.

"Incoming," he warned.

"L/n, if you're not happy, just smile. It's not that hard." Oikawa randomly appeared and abruptly slumped into the seat beside her, offering unsought-for advice.

Y/n swatted his relaxed figure away with her nose scrunched in annoyance whilst he skilfully dodged her false attack.

Meanwhile, the male choosing to ruffle her emotions, stifled his raucous giggle and cocked his head back, "You should appreciate my advice before I start charging a fee.".

"Okay, why are you even here? Go home." she turned and paused to distastefully glare at his presence and quickly nudged his hand away, which sought to embrace her own; his advances greeted with a mock dirty look.

Oikawa's rejection led to his attempt to slap the table lightly, which made out to be louder than intended and rung in everyone's ears, but he lacked remorse for his cheeky antics. "Waiting for the girl I want to impress, she'll crack eventually.".

Y/n cocked a brow, "That sounds like potential harassment.".

"Not if she asked to meet me." He snapped back with his tongue poked out and his undereye lightly pulled down.