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When you thought about becoming a young adult, this wasn’t what you had in mind. You had never imagined yourself crying in fetal position on the backseat of your car in the middle of a downpour. Absolutely not what you intended. But you knew life is funny and a bitch. Although, knowing that already didn’t lessen the distress and sad mood you were in. You kept on crying until a knock on one of your windows alarmed you of a possible intruder in your self-pity episode. You raised your head abruptly and fixed your tear-full eyes to the figure outside your car.
“Are you going to stare at me like that all day or are you going to let me in?” Iwaizumi said, olive-green eyes pleading for you to grant him permission. You unlocked your car doors and let him in. He entered into your car and sat a seat away from you, which gave him the chance to take your state in. You surely had seen better days he told to himself. Your hair was messier than usual, dark bags under your eyes and tears running over your swollen cheeks. You have also been biting your nails. “Tough day?” he asked, worried well-hidden in his tone but not on his face.
“More like a tough week. Month even.” You answered, with your face over the window and your eyes looking at the water running down the sidewalk. “I just want to get my degree. Is that much to ask for?” You continued, sniffling while laying your head against the window.
“Well, you know what they say. Hard work betrays none.” He said as he took out two packages of gummy bears from one of his pockets.
“Well, that’s easier said than done.” You responded while puffing up frustratingly, still not looking at him.
“Maybe. But don’t tell me it’s not worth the effort. I mean, everything you talk about when you arrive from one of your lessons is how good it was and how wonderful the kids are. You enjoy teaching and you have what it takes to be a teacher. So, please, don’t give up just yet. Is your professor a pain in the ass because he doesn’t like how you presented the new topic? Yes, he totally is. Do I want to kick his lame-ass for being mean to you? Absolutely. But if there is something I blindly believe is that you can do this. You’ve got this. I know that you will succeed.” He argued, opening one of the packages and handing it to you. You took it reluctantly, but once the sweet smell hit your nose, you couldn’t resist it.
“Do you want one?” You asked him, extending your hand with a couple of bears on it. He showed you a small but sincere smile and accepted the candies. Some minutes passed in comfortable silence. “You know, Hajime, you’re quite cheesy for all that husky and robust exterior of yours.”
“Oh my God, please, just leave me alone! I was just trying to change your mood and this is how you’re paying me? I don’t know why I even date you anymore.” Iwaizumi said, hooking your neck with one of his arms and starting to mess up your hair.
“Babe, no, please. My hair was already a mess.” You said while laughing and trying to get away from his powerful grip. After two failed attempts to free yourself, you resort to your only choice.
“Hey! You are given up alre-“ Iwaizumi didn’t get to finish what he was saying. He felt your fingers threateningly going under his shirt and to his sides. And then, without previous warning, you started tickling him mercilessly. Once his grip on your neck got weaker enough to get away from it, you stopped your attack. You sat down again and move your hair from your face and saw a really flushed Iwa trying to even his breathing and still laughing a bit. You locked eyes with each other and after some minutes you smiled from ear to ear. There she is, Iwaizumi thought. He missed seeing you smiling so bright and pure and sincere like now. He was abruptly brought back to reality when you got closer and closer (you have been dating for a long time now, but his heart keeps doing crazy things whenever you get close to him). His shoulders stiffened but immediately relax when he felt your arms and head on his neck.
“Thank you for cheering me up.” You said before kissing his cheeks (he won’t admit and won’t mention that his ears still get a bright shadow of red whenever you kiss him like this).