𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ┆iwaizumi hajime

02. villain disguised as a hero

02. villain disguised as a hero ———⚘️🎐°. *
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"WHO'S UP NEXT?" Atsumu asked and gave the Karaoke mic to someone Misora didn't recognize. She laughed at the blonde boy who was hyping the other student up as they rapped some track from the '90s. 

She popped a chocolate-covered strawberry in her mouth and made a beeline for the bar. 

Atlas' party was in full swing and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. The location she had rented was packed, with people dancing and singing along to the music. Now and then a gust of cold air swept through the room whenever the door opened. 

Misora gently pushed her way through the crowd when someone bumped into her from behind. She turned around and faced Iwaizumi, whose smile faded as soon as he saw her. Oikawa stood in the back, arms extended since he had jokingly shoved Iwaizumi without looking at his surroundings.

"Oh hey, smart-pants," Misora grumbled and rolled her eyes.

Iwaizumi crossed his arms, looking down at the girl.

"You have chocolate on your lips," he said and pointed at her mouth. Misora cursed and quickly put a hand in front of her mouth.

"And you should take the stick out of your ass," she snapped back and turned to leave.

"That's not very eloquent of you, Ishiguro," he teased, causing Misora to stop in her tracks.

"I wanna have a nice evening, so don't bother me," she quipped and waved at him, not sparing him a glance. She continued on her way to the bar.

Iwaizumi only scoffed, blowing her a mocking kiss, which she — obviously — couldn't see.

Oikawa shook his head and dragged Iwaizumi to the Karaoke booth where Atsumu was serenading Sakusa.

"Can I have one more shot?" Misora asked her friend Riley, who had taken it upon herself to play bartender for the evening.

"Sure thing," the girl grinned, having seen the previous interaction between them and poured some alcohol into a little glass. Misora downed it and pulled a face.

"Have some water," Riley said and slid a cup of water across the table. She crossed her arms and watched as Misora drank. Even though she was younger, Riley looked like an older sister now.

"Have you seen Tobio?" Riley asked when the other girl was done, looking around the room. 

Misora shook her head and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. She was way too drunk right now. 

"I think he's outside with Kuroo, Tsukishima and so on..." Misora put her hair into a low ponytail. She was starting to sweat. 

"Do you want me to look for him?" She offered and Riley chuckled. 

"It's fine, go on and enjoy yourself. I saw Iwaizumi walk to the karaoke booth, so maybe avoid that section," Riley said and turned with a wink, talking to another person who wanted a drink. 

Misora grinned and left for the dancefloor where she'd spotted Akaashi. 

"Keiji!" she yelled over the heavy bass and the boy turned around, face lighting up as soon as he spotted his high school friend. 

"Miso!" he yelled back and pushed through the dancing bodies. "What's good?"  

He opened his arms for a hug and Misora fell into his embrace. 

"I'm so dizzy," she mumbled and Akaashi's smile turned into a frown. 

"Do you want some fresh air?" he asked and walked towards the door. They had almost reached the door when a cold hand rested on Misora's shoulder, making her jump.