Haikyu one shots

More Than Friends"Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi Hajime had known Sayuri Takeda for as long as he could remember. They had grown up together, living in the same neighborhood, attending the same schools, and sharing countless moments of laughter, frustration, and comfort. For years, they had been inseparable, two halves of the same whole. But as they grew older, something between them began to shift, though neither of them was willing to admit it just yet.

To everyone else, they were still just childhood friends—the ones who bickered playfully over the smallest things, the ones who always had each other's backs no matter what. But recently, Iwaizumi had begun noticing little things about Sayuri that he hadn't before. The way her laughter seemed to linger in his mind long after she had left, or how the sight of her tying her hair up during practice sent his heart racing just a little faster than usual.

It was confusing, to say the least. He had always seen Sayuri as just his best friend. The girl who used to help him with his homework, who'd smack his arm when he teased her, and who cheered him on at every volleyball game. But now, as they approached their final year of high school, the lines between friendship and something more had started to blur.

And it didn't help that everyone around them seemed to notice it too.

Caught in the Middle

"I swear, the two of you are like an old married couple," Oikawa teased one afternoon, throwing his arm around Iwaizumi's shoulder as they walked out of practice. "Why don't you just tell her already?"

Iwaizumi shot him a withering look, pushing Oikawa's arm off him. "Shut up, it's not like that."

"Oh, please," Oikawa grinned, clearly enjoying Iwaizumi's discomfort. "You've been pining over her for months now. It's painfully obvious."

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, pretending to be unaffected. "You're seeing things. We're just friends."

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. But if you don't do something soon, someone else will."

The thought of Sayuri with someone else—laughing with them, spending time with them, maybe even falling for them—sent a surge of unexpected jealousy through Iwaizumi. He clenched his jaw, annoyed both with Oikawa for bringing it up and with himself for reacting to it.

"I said it's not like that," Iwaizumi muttered, though even he didn't quite believe his own words.

Realizing the Shift

Later that evening, Iwaizumi found himself walking home with Sayuri, as they often did after school. The late afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden glow, and the air was warm and quiet. Normally, they'd chat about everything and nothing—volleyball, school, Oikawa's ridiculous antics—but today, Iwaizumi was unusually silent, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Sayuri glanced up at him, noticing his uncharacteristic quietness. "You okay? You've been kind of spaced out today."

Iwaizumi blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired from practice."

She gave him a skeptical look, but didn't press further. Instead, she smiled and nudged him with her shoulder. "Well, you better rest up. You know I'm not going easy on you during our next workout."

Iwaizumi smirked, grateful for the familiar banter. "You say that every time, but you still can't beat me in a sprint."

"Maybe not, but I'll beat you one day," Sayuri shot back, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Just wait."

He laughed, the tension from earlier melting away. But as they walked in comfortable silence, side by side, Iwaizumi couldn't shake the feeling that Oikawa had been right. His feelings for Sayuri had changed, whether he wanted to admit it or not. She wasn't just his childhood friend anymore. Somewhere along the way, she had become something more.

A Moment of Realization

A week later, during a school festival, Iwaizumi found himself volunteering to help Sayuri with the class booth. She had asked him for help, and as always, he couldn't say no. They spent most of the day setting up games, laughing, and teasing each other about their performance. It felt easy, like old times. But every now and then, Iwaizumi would catch himself staring at her, wondering when things had started feeling so different.

As the day wore on, a sudden downpour interrupted the festival, sending students and teachers scrambling for cover. Iwaizumi and Sayuri managed to find shelter under a nearby pavilion, both of them soaked from the rain.

Sayuri laughed as she wrung out her hair, droplets falling around her. "Well, that was unexpected."

Iwaizumi chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. "You could say that again."

They stood there for a moment, watching the rain fall in steady sheets around them. The air was cool now, and the noise of the festival had faded into the background. It was just the two of them, huddled under the small roof, the world outside seemingly forgotten.

Sayuri turned to him, her smile softening as she met his gaze. "You know," she said, her voice quieter now, "we've been through a lot together."

Iwaizumi nodded, unsure of where she was going with this.

"I don't think I ever really thanked you," she continued, her eyes not leaving his. "For always being there for me. Even when things got tough. You're... really important to me, Hajime."

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name, spoken with such warmth. He swallowed, suddenly feeling like he was on the edge of something big, something that would change everything.

"You're important to me too, Sayuri," he said, his voice low but sincere.

There was a moment of silence between them, the rain falling steadily around them. Iwaizumi's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. He could feel it. The line between them, the one that had always kept them in the realm of friendship, was beginning to blur.

"Sayuri, I..." He hesitated, the words stuck in his throat. But before he could finish, a group of students ran by, breaking the moment as they shouted and laughed, trying to avoid the rain.

Sayuri glanced away, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "We should probably head back," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of something unspoken.

Iwaizumi nodded, silently cursing the interruption. "Yeah, we should."

Unspoken Feelings

Over the next few days, things between them returned to normal—at least on the surface. They still walked home together, still teased each other like always. But there was something different now, something simmering beneath the surface that neither of them had the courage to address.

Iwaizumi knew he needed to say something. He couldn't keep pretending that his feelings for Sayuri hadn't changed. But every time he tried to bring it up, the words just wouldn't come.

Until one evening, after a particularly tough volleyball match, Sayuri waited for him outside the gym, as she always did. This time, though, as they walked home together, Iwaizumi found himself stopping in his tracks.

"Sayuri," he began, his voice firmer than it had been before.

She turned to him, her expression curious. "Yeah?"

"I... I've been thinking," he said, struggling to find the right words. "About us. And how things have been changing."

Sayuri's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't interrupt.

"I know we've been friends forever," Iwaizumi continued, his heart pounding in his chest. "But I think... I think I want more than that. I don't want to just be your friend anymore."

For a moment, Sayuri didn't say anything. The silence between them stretched on, heavy with anticipation. But then, slowly, a small smile spread across her face.

"I've been waiting for you to say that," she said softly.