A Random Book of Trashy Haikyuu Oneshots

Iwaizumi Hajime x OC: A Smile

A/N: I did this... Because I can.. -shot-
...I love Hajime to bits.... -double shot-
...So I made this garbage featuring him with one of my OCs... -triple shot-
Disclaimer: I don't own Iwaizumi, I only own the OCs!
Enjoy this trash! :3
-gets sent to hell- Bye!!

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It was uncommon for Iwaizumi Hajime to have a grin creassing his features. He is often seen with a semi-permanent scowl on his face, and he seems like he's always pissed off. His glares actually scares almost anyone who gets in his way... except...

...the naive and obstinate vice president of the Music Club, Kojima Miharu...

Kojima finds Iwaizumi's deathly stares cute, but the girl secretly asks herself how Iwaizumi would look like if he ever smiled. Will he look twice as adorable?

Everyday, she would often zone out thinking about how the volleyball ace of Aoba Johsai will look like if he actually grinned. It made her heart flutter just thinking about it. It also painted her tan colored cheeks red. Sometimes, she would even chuckle while she daydreamed about the spiky haired male showing a lovely killer smile, something her fellow clubmates found unusual.

Today was no different. As they studied a musical piece, the black haired vice president was smiling to nothing in particular... well at least in the eyes of her clubmates. She was still daydreaming about the ace's smiles, which she knew, would never show. If the ace did grin, she knows that it would mark an important day in the history of Aoba Johsai High School and in the history of her sixteen years of living on planet Earth, and the fiesty and headstrong Kojima Miharu would melt like a burning candle within a split second.

"Kojima-Senpai, you're getting weirder each day...", remarked Fujimoto Hoshi, one of the first years of the club.

Kojima was too absorbed in her daydream to hear Fujimoto's words.

"Kojima-Senpai!", Fujimoto hissed, surprising the daydreaming third-year.

"Ahhh. Hoshi-chan~", Kojima greeted sweetly.

The first year whacked the head of the vice-president, who instantly squeaked in pain.

"Hoshi-chan! What was that for?!", she whined.

"Notice me, Senpai!", Fujimoto cried.

"I noticed you, Baka!", retorted the vice-president.

"The piece we're learning is Bizet's Habanera from the opera Carmen, right?", the cheerful first year asked as she sat on the piano and got ready to play.

The older female nodded her head as she taught the piece patiently to the younger one. Then, both of the girls screamed in shock as they heard squeals outside the music room.

"Oikawa-san!!!!!", came the noisy yells of the fangirls.

Fujimoto, being one of Oikawa's loyal fangirls, squealed and struggled to get out of the music room along with all of the girls of the music club, deserting the vice-president and the male members.

"Shittykawa. Trashykawa. Bakakawa. Kusoikawa. Always Oikawa, Oikawa, Oikawa.. Geez. What do all of the girls see in him?", Kojima sighed to herself as she played Bizet's Carmen Overture on the piano.