Writer's Block

Iwaizumi Hajime - Forehead Kiss

A/N: GN!reader. Inspired by a dream I had about an ex. I got hung up on the hurt/comfort aspect of it and embellished it into a fic.

College-aged characters.

Goddamn it feels good to write again!

Words: 3,332

The hustle and bustle of the local mall wasn't nearly loud enough to distract you from the familiar face you spotted at the other end of the food court. You shrunk down in your seat, hiding behind Sugawara who sat to your right. The silver-haired former setter lifted a brow in response, espresso-colored eyes scanning the mall to confirm his suspicions as to why you had suddenly ducked. He nodded curtly to himself upon spying Oikawa and Iwaizumi stationed in line at one of the food counters, having not noticed the two of you sitting at a table.

"Do not let him see me," you whimpered, unable to even lift your gaze to look at Suga's face.

Suga scoffed in response. "What kind of best friend do you think I am?"

Having suddenly lost your appetite, you closed the to-go container in which your food had been served before pushing it away from you. Your hand grasped the plastic cup that contained your boba tea, cradling it to your chest as you gnawed nervously on the tip of the straw.

The former setter wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders, packing up his own leftovers before glancing down at you. He tilted his head in a silent question, and after inhaling deeply, you offered a nod in response. He kept his arm around you as he stood from his seat, gently coaxing you to follow suit. Stepping around the table, the two of you made your way out of the food court, Suga positioning himself between you and the two former Aoba Johsai players so that they were less likely to catch a glimpse of you. Considering how your relationship with the former ace had ended, you didn't anticipate Iwaizumi attempting to approach you. But Oikawa had a habit of shoving his nose where it didn't belong, and you were almost certain he would try to strike up a conversation with you just to see you and Iwaizumi in the same room.

As you and Suga ventured through the mall in search of the exit, you kept your gaze on the ground, failing to notice a pair of olive eyes glazed with remorse following your figure.

Sugawara had been there for you throughout your breakup with Iwaizumi. Having been your best friend since middle school, the setter had half a mind to track down the wing spiker and give him a piece of his mind. But you'd begged him to leave it alone, to let you just process the breakup without any altercations.

After leaving the mall, Suga took you back to your apartment. You didn't bother welcoming him inside - you'd spend the night with one another enough times that your apartment was like his second home, as his apartment was yours.

"How are you feeling?" the silver-haired man inquired, plopping down on your couch and watching as you dropped down beside him. He extended an arm, allowing you to snuggle into his side with a heavy exhale.

Every once in a while, a passerby would catch sight of how cuddly the two of you were and question why you and Suga weren't dating, especially after Iwaizumi had broken up with you.

You'd never looked at Suga that way, and besides, you'd walked in on him and Daichi enough times to know that the silver-haired boy definitely didn't play for your team.

"Exhausted," you sighed. "I thought I was over it, but seeing him today, even from afar..." Your gaze dropped to your lap, feeling ashamed as old feelings began to bubble in your chest.