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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ( title translates to ‘ sweetness ’ 🤭 ) this is utterly and wholly self serving rahhhh !!! gonna be so honest i don ’ t speak the best tagalog ( my lolo and lola never taught me sigh ) so pls politely correct me if anything ’ s wrong ! <<33 ”

“sandali,” (wait a minute) iwaizumi used his spoon straw to push yours out from the bowl of halo halo as you were using the straw end, leaving you idiotically sucking on air through the straw before you completely registered what was happening.

you take your mouth of the straw and lightly hit him on the wrist as you whine, "bakit?" (why?)

a deep chuckle leaves his chest as he takes the spoon end of his utensil and starts stabbing the contents of the bowl, "babe, we haven't even mixed it yet-"

"i was taste testing it!" you argued back. all iwaizumi did in response was shake his head and click his tongue, continuing to mix up the bowl.

"you're always so particular about how we eat this," you huff, yet gave in and started helping him break up the toppings into the shaved ice dessert.

it was a hot summer day (arguably the best kind of day to eat halo halo), and you and iwaizumi decided to visit one of your favorite hole-in-the-wall destinations in the city. the owners were immigrants from the philippines, explaining why the resturaunt served the best filo food you've found in japan to date.

best of all, however, was that each summer the small restaurant brought back halo halo to their menu. and their halo halo had everything! what you and iwaizumi loved was that they didn't skimp on all the classic toppings–creamy ube ice cream, rich ube hilaya (jam), gulaman (gelatin), jackfruit, banana, and even crunchy corn flakes to finish it all off.

though your boyfriend's occupation as an athletic trainer meant he closely watched what he ate for the sake of being "healthy"... he could never deny getting a nostalgic taste of his childhood favorite whenever you suggested it during the summer months.

today–even though the owners had about four fans going in the room–it was so hot that the dessert was already starting to melt. getting impatient, you take a spoonful and quickly bring it to your mouth to avoid the evaporated milk from dripping on the establishment's table. (the sugar from the dessert is bound to leave the table sticky if any gets on it, and you wouldn't want to do that to the sweet lola (old lady) and lolo (old man) who ran the place.)

"hey! i wasn't done yet," iwaizumi protests, "you're gonna miss getting all the flavors in one bite, that's the point-"

you hold up a finger to shush him, closing your eyes savoring the taste you haven't had in months. he shuts up and lets you have your moment, but you notice a noticeable lack of clinking–almost as if your boyfriend isn't continuing on his usual halo-halo-eating ritual.

you crack one eye open to see him staring at you. not in a creepy way, but with a soft smile on his face. he had the look of admiration in his eyes... or maybe that was his sweat, you don't know. you open your other eye and tilt your head at him, amused.

"ano?" (what?) you tease, nudging his leg under the table with your foot, "haji, the halo halo's gonna melt, why aren't you eating?–"

"sarap?" (good?) he suddenly asks.

you go to reply "duh" but you're already eating another spoonful of halo halo so it just comes out in a hum, "mmrmh!"

he aimlessly digs his spoon into the dessert bowl a few more times, "y'know, i might just have to let you finish the whole thing-"

"HM? no way, we always share!" you go to prepare a spoonful with as many of the toppings as you can–the way you know he likes it–and hold it up to his face, your other hand underneath to prevent any from dripping on the table, "plus we already paid!"

like a toddler, he turns his face away, still glancing between the spoon and you, an annoying grin on his face.

"... sige!" (go on!) you were not about to let this bowl of heaven go to waste.

he guides your hand holding the spoon back to the bowl and nonchalantly shrugs, "i don't know why i always let you trick me into coming here, the amount of sugar in this is really bad for you-"

you groan at his health-talk, "but since when have you cared about that? it's lola and lolo's halo halo! it doesn't count."

then he laughs...

he's messing with you. now you can tell.

you don't know what he's trying to get at, but despite your frustration, you can't help but laugh a little with him (while eating that spoonful of halo halo for yourself, of course) because his eyes crinkle up as he smiles. the sound of his laugh makes you feel warm inside and you hope that by swallowing down another spoonful of frozen dessert your insides can cool down a bit from the sensation.

"yeah, well..." he starts, running a hand through his short hair, "also i think i could watch you finish this whole thing and i'd be satisfied."

"ano ba? (what the heck?) what are you even saying? did you get heatstroke?" you question before using the straw end of your utensil to sip some of the refreshing concoction in between you two. how could staring at you be better than eating halo halo? on a hot-ass day like this? you fear your boyfriend's gone mad from the heat.

almost as if he can hear your thoughts, he continues, "you look so happy every time you take a bite, you know that?"

you pause sipping from your straw, taken aback by the sudden comment.

he doesn't hesitate to add on, "sobrang ganda mo" (you're so pretty).

that's when you feel heat creep up onto your face, and hastily take another long sip from the cool halo halo, "d-don't be corny."

"i guess it's the nostalgia."

"you haven't even taken your first bite yet, you haven't even tasted-"

"mahal kita." (i love you)

"...... mahal din kita– kain na!" (i love you too– now eat!)

from that, he finally takes a bite of his own, and it's your turn to admire the lovely man that you somehow have the honor to have in your life.

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you and iwa never had to formally announce you two were "together" when you were in highschool

everyone just figured it out. there were signs.

like how he always had this hard-set, serious expression on his face

but when he looked at you his features softened up like you were all that was good in the world

or when you were talking to him, he wouldn't pay attention to anything or anyone else, his lips lightly parted since he was in so much of a daze listening to what you had to say

or how people would catch glimpses of his smiling, or even laughing, when you were by his side

only his closest friends had seen those kinds of expressions on his face

anyone else who happened to see it after you came into his life almost couldn't recognize him

people who saw him getting something from the school vending machine always noticed him walking away with two snacks, not just one

but then oddly enough they wouldn't see his best friend oikawa with either of those snacks, so who got iwa-chan's second snack? or did he just eat both of them?

then you'd just so happen to come into one of your classes, finishing up a snack from the vending machine even though you were never seen actually at the thing, so where'd you get that one from?

he'd always exit the school gates wearing two backpacks

one of them was yours

it's not even like you couldn't carry it yourself, but he always took it from you without even offering

he just wanted to be of use to you (and maybe also wanted to show off his strength to you a little bit)

eventually, there was even a small keychain that had appeared on hajime's backpack

one that looked awfully similar to one you had on yours

that one was especially easy to notice though, as both backpacks were side by side on hajime's back every day after school, anyway

during volleyball games, despite how most people were paying attention to his best friend as he set the ball for him to hit over the net, if anyone took a little bit of time to observe hajime in that moment

they'd notice how as soon as the ball lands on the other side of the net, his head starts to whip around. it's almost like he's looking for something, someone

and there you were in the stands, every game, happily clapping and cheering the team on but seemingly focused on only one of the players as they rotated positions around the court

then after those games, there was of course a sea of students mobbing the team, but especially the team captain

but amongst those students, there was one singled out from the crowd, and always seen talking to the team's spiker

and that spiker, so confident and daunting on the court, was for some reason acting all fidgety, and rubbing his hands through his hair and on the back of his neck and along his arms, as he talked with this one student

and as the team left, their student posse in lieu, there the two of you were again, slightly trailing off to the side or not far behind the rest

his team jacket was gone off his back and instead draped of your shoulders

the fabric hung loose sort of like a cape but if someone were really looking, they'd be able to catch a peek of your two hands holding each other gently as the passing wind blows the jacket up now and again

but if some people still couldn’t connect the dots, in the middle of the school year some new student came in as a transfer

rumors floated around that the new kid liked you (not like you were really paying those rumors any mind, you had other... priorities you paid attention to on the day-to-day)

well one day when the school day was over, and everyone was at their lockers, getting ready to go home

iwa placing his hand on the corner of your locker door, so that when you get back up from getting something from your bag on the ground you don't bump your head

when the new kid approaches you and complements you and asks if you want to go out with them sometime that weekend

that poor soul, those who knew and overheard from their lockers already started giggling and chuckling

and in a way that set the record straight for anyone else who wasn't aware, you politely declined,

"i'm sorry, but i'll have to refuse. i'm already going somewhere this weekend!"

and as you say that, your bag is already being picked up by your boyfriend–who never lets you lift a finger on your watch, of course

he stands up shouldering both bags with ease, towering over the dejected new kid,

"c'mon babe let's go, we'll miss the train. and i'm buying you a new outfit for our date saturday, no?"

you two never had to flaunt it, but that alone was enough to make it clear as day as the news spread before monday morning homeroom: "l/n and iwaizumi are official, they went on a date last saturday. aren't they the cutest?"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME FT. THE CONCEPT OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION

pairing. iwaizumi hajime/reader

contains. fluff <3

note. this is for my lovely angel, nona @aiiwa hi! happiest birthday to you, beautiful <3 i hope this little drabble i made for you will make you happy ♡ consider this as my birthday gift to you hehe. i love you sm, pretty! you’re always such a sweetheart to me and i hope your birthday will be a good one. kisses for you, my love <3

Human touch. Physical affection. The feeling of having someone close to you with the faintest trace of the pad of their fingers across your skin can elicit such emotions. Iwaizumi doesn’t really pay any mind about that before. Yeah sure, he’s got his fair shares of skinship because he’s best friends with Oikawa and his love language is literally physical affection, and sure, Makki and Mattsun do share their own fair amount of hugs and arms over his shoulder here and there but truthfully, he doesn’t see the weight of human touch before.

That is until he met you.

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