𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 - 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞! 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Can I? ❀ I. Hajime [1/2]

Soulmate AU
The red string of fate. Both ends are tied onto each of their little fingers that shows the binding of both souls together. This string cannot be seen by most, however, some are born to be able to see.

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He wasn't the same as the others. He wasn't your typical pretty boy type, nor was he extremely macho looking either. There was just something about him that drew you to him - perhaps it was his strong masculine aura. Iwaizumi Hajime. That name could just easily roll off your tongue. There was just something to it that made you feel so attracted to him.

Of course, you were only a second year. He would never be able to notice you on the sidelines. Despite the many times (friend's name) had told you that you guys were fated.

"I tell you, it's true! It really is!! I can see the -"

"There's no point in telling lies," you sighed, placing your head down onto the desk.

"Why don't-"

"I already told you... it's just never going to happen." You sternly said, causing (f/n) to quiet down again.

Turning your head over to the window, you stared out miserably. No matter how hard you tried, it was just another impossible feat to accomplish.

"That's it." (f/n) said, slamming her hands down onto your table.

"Listen here (y/n). You've known me for your whole life, yet never did you once ask about your soulmate. Just what is wrong with you? And before you answer that question, I can see it. I've been trying to tell you this for god knows how long," (f/n) exclaimed in desperation, just hoping that for once you would just listen to them.

"I -I "

"(y/n) you need to go for it. Just trust me for once,"

｡･ﾟﾟ･　𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡　･ﾟﾟ･ ｡

'Okay (y/n), you can do this. It's no biggie, just walk up and -'

"Urgh, I can't do this..." you whined, again slamming your forehead down onto your desk.

"Miss (y/l/n), is there something you need?" Your (least favourite subject) teacher asked, their eyebrows slightly raised with annoyance.

"Err, no Miss..." you mumbled, sinking lower into your seat as you received giggles around the class.

'Can I even do this?' you sighed to yourself once again.

｡･ﾟﾟ･　𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡　･ﾟﾟ･ ｡

The rest of the day was spent on trying to plan out your confession. You weren't paying attention in any of the classes, concerning some teachers as they knew that this wasn't your usual attitude.

'Okay, it's time.'

You made your way closer to the gym that the boys' volleyball team was practising in. As you got closer, you could hear the squeaking of shoes against the polished floors, the loud thuds of balls being slammed to the ground or either had not been received.

'You can do this,' you reminded yourself. 'Just 3 simple words.'

Closer and closer you got until you finally reached the entrance. You peeked your head through the doors, looking around for that familiar face.

'Where is he... where - oh! There he is.'

Trying not to make too much noise, you opened the door wider to get in. To your dismay, the door a loud squeak attracting everyone's attention. Gulping you stood frozen as if a deer in headlights.

"(y/l/n)-san?"

You turned quickly to the voice that had called you.

'Oh my god.'

There he was in all his glory. He may have been covered in sweat, yet that made him look sexier than all those fantasy realms you created in your head. His hair was damp with sweat, sticking onto his face. His sweat had made his clothes stick more on to his body, showing off the nice abs he had, probably hidden underneath. You couldn't stop staring. Everything about him was just perfect.

"-llo, earth to (y/l/n) chan~" another voice cooed.

Suddenly being brought back to reality, you slapped yourself a couple of times before this time saying something.

"I-Iwaizumi senpai," you stuttered, "a-are you f-fr-free now?" Your voice squeaked at the end.

"I guess? Is there something you need (y/l/n)- san?" Iwaizumi asked again, placing his hand on his hip.

"Y-yes... But c-c-can we t-talk privately?" You whispered, now slightly more aware of the many eyes that bore straight into you.

"Awww, little (y/l/n)-chan is al-" before Oikawa could continue, Iwaizumi grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside.  Along the way, also "accidentally" smacking Oikawa straight in the face.

"Iwa-channnnn!!" Oikawa groaned in pain, clutching his face between his hands. Iwaizumi didn't care, leaving the gym with a loud bang resonating in the silent gym.

"Well, that's not something we see every day..." Matsukawa exclaimed, breaking the silence.

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