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Tooru sat in a café in Tokyo by himself, the coffee he’d ordered had gone cold long ago. He’d been visiting home from Argentina and had finally convinced Iwaizumi to hangout with him.
After the 3 year long drought away from his best friend he was certain that he hated him. He always thought he knew Hajime best, but when he started declining phone calls, ignoring texts, and refusing to let him see him, he couldn’t deny it hurt his feelings.
Had he finally worn him down when he’d sent a hasty text to Iwa a bit tipsy the previous week, suggesting they meet up?
It had been over an hour and Tooru was debating on giving up. His body had been turned towards the door, scanning every face in and out since he’d arrived. A few he recognized, but none his best friend.
Feeling a little heart broken, Tooru rubbed his tired eyes and stood up without looking.
He’d bumped into a taller girl, he’d bowed and excused himself without thinking. She called his name, making him turn around. Maybe he’d forgotten something on the table? She was kind of girl the Tooru would have shamelessly hit on in high school. It took him a moment to recognize the kind but intensely determined eyes behind the mascara.
“what do you think?” She asked, pulling at her fingers nervously, as if it was taking all her strength to stand in front of him.
Tooru blinked dumbly before pulling his best friend into a tight hug.
“so you’re not mad?” She’d been gripping her arm in her anxiousness, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, her face still pressed into Tooru’s shoulder.
“why would I be mad?” He asked, pulling away but not letting go. I’ll never let you go again, Hajime.
“i- I don’t know…”
“Hajime, you always wanted to be the mom when we played house together,” offering Hajime a seat as he sat, still holding her hand.
Hajime laughed meekly, feeling more at ease, taking a spot opposite Tooru.
He couldn’t help but think the light blush covering Iwa’s cheeks suited her well.
Tooru smirked to himself. “What?” Hajime asked, the blush making a reappearance.
“you’re a liar Iwa-chan~” he sing-songed, “you said you’d never be one of my fan girls~~”
“and I’m still not!”
Tooru had always admired Hajime’s feistiness, and now was no different.
The two sat in pleasent silence for several moments, Hajime breaking it.
“you never answered my earlier question?”
“and what was it again?” Tooru asked, still coming out of his love struck daze.
“what do you think?” Hajime repeated.
He shamelessly looked down at her cleavage, “those I like a lot.”
Hajime laughed, it filled his heart with joy, “I figured you would.”
“I think you’re beautiful, Haji,” he said, meeting her eyes. He could see the stars in his eyes in the reflection of hers.
Tooru took in her features. Her wavy black hair was past her collar bones, she was wearing the jean jacket Tooru had bought the summer before their 3rd year, a flowy greyshirt and a black skirt, her makeup was simple, but screamed Iwaizumi Hajime. The woman in front of Tooru screamed Iwaizumi Hajime.
“how long did you know?! Why didn’t you tell me Iwa-chan!? When can I take you sundresses for when you come to Argentina-?!”
“hold your horses, crazykawa, one question at a time.”
Tooru’s mouth opened, his excitement to be let back into his best friends life had overwhelmed him a bit. Hajime must have thought he looked like a fish out of water with how much his mouth opened and closed because she answered for him.
“I started hormone therapy in highschool,” Hajime began, “just before we lost to Karasuno, actually.”
Tooru felt his face flush with shame, how had he not noticed??
“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t really know how.”
“I’m sorry,” Tooru mumbled, “I should have been there for you-”
Tooru was cut off by Hajime’s hand giving his a squeeze. “If you’re buying, we can go dress shopping whenever.”
Tooru smiled.
—
It had started out innocently enough, going back to Hajime’s apartment to continue to catch up after the coffee shop had closed. She’d planned to show Tooru the collection of pictures and little gifts from the kids she coached then find a rom com to hate watch. But it had hardly been 20 minutes into a film with a negative rotten tomatoes score when they’d slipped back into their usual friendly competitive selves.
As if they’d never taken a break from each other.
Currently, Tooru was snuggled into Hajime’s side, rubbing slow circles on the back of her hand that was lazily draped over him. Her muscular thighs providing a cushion.
“I bet I’m still the best spiker you’ve ever played with,” Hajime smirked.
“oh yeah?” Tooru mused. Briefly scanning the room for something ball shaped. Deciding on a popcorn kernel. Sitting up, he attempted to set it, which didn’t work amazing, but Hajime still managed to flick the kernel back with her palm against Tooru’s face, just missing his open mouth.
“spiker of the year,” Tooru laughed.
“did that on purpose,” Hajime laughed, turning back to the movie.
“can I ask a weird question, Haji?”
“shoot.”
“did you have a crush on me in school?”
Hajime snorted, “you’re cluing into that now, dummykawa?”
Tooru laughed, “maaaybe.”
“how about me?”
Tooru turned to face his best friend better, scooching closer to her. “A little,” he admitted, slowly trailing a hand to rest against her jaw, “definitely do now.”
He closed the gap between them.
Her lips are soft against his chapped ones as Hajime kisses him back. And Tooru can’t stop thinking about how much he loves her. How much he’s always loved her. Seeing Hajime as her truest self makes his heart feel full and heavy in his chest.
“fuck it,” she mutters under her breath. Tooru is vaguely aware of Hajime’s tongue down his throat and his hands grip her soft hips. She pulls away to pull her hair out of her face.
It’s at this point that Tooru comes the realization, with Hajime’s flushed features and breathlessness, that he will never meet a more beautiful girl for the rest of his life.
“you’re so hot,” he breathes. “Haji, can I touch your boobs?”
Hajime’s eyes flutter for a moment as she stiffles a small moan, Tooru takes that as a yes, and pulls her shirt off.
Her A cups are the perfect size for Tooru to take her into her mouth.
“T-Tooru, I need t-to tell y-you something,” Hajime says between moans.
Tooru pulls away, “ you want to do this, right? I totally get it if this is too fast-”
“Ihaven'thadbottomsurgeryyet.”
Tooru blinks, not quite sure what to do. His brain runs with a hundred questions trying to find the best phrasing. Stupidly all he utters is “anal?”
He’s about to correct himself, suggest they can do whatever Hajime wants, when she nods shyly.
Tooru can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he helps Hajime strip.
Hajime is big even though she isn’t hard. Tooru makes a mental note to get a strap the same size so she can top him like she tends to in his fantasies.
“you have the prettiest pussy, Haji,” his eyes widen, a flash of panic hit him as he looks up at her, “was that okay?” He asks under his breath.
Hajime nods as she connects their lips again.
—
As the evening comes to a close, the stars as their nightlight. Hajime lays with her bare chest against Tooru’s, tracing the lines of his abs. His own hand absentmindedly tracing the muscles in her back in between twirling her hair.
“I’ve missed you a lot, Tooru.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“I guess I didn’t have to be worried that you wouldn’t like me anymore.”
Tooru hugs her tighter, “you will always be enough to me, Hajime.”
“love you, Shittykawa,” she smirks against his chest.
“love you too, iwa-chan.”
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am I feeling sad and confused about my gender? ✨yes✨
did I write this as a self indulgent form of mini therapy? ✨yes✨
do I hope you enjoyed? ✨yes✨
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