Haikyuu One Shots!

Iwaizumi H. || Insecure

You shook your head, stubborn as always. "W-what if you find someone better? Someone prettier, skinnier, kinder–"

"Maybe I will, but you know what'll happen then?"

You looked up at him, almost hopefully.

With a delicate finger he stroked your cheek, "I'll still stay with you."

You gulped.

"I choose you babe, over everyone in the world. Be it a supermodel, a millionare, or even someone who can get me every single Godzilla merch–"

A light chuckle escaped your lips before he continued.

"It'll always be you. I love you, imperfections and all. So even if you gain weight, cut your hair or decide to never take a shower again– though, please don't do that–"

You slapped him playfully, laughing at his words.

"I will stay with you, and I am in it for the long haul."

With his two hands, he cupped your face before pulling you in for a tender, loving kiss. And it felt amazing; because sure, it was just the molding of soft and warm lips, an intimate touch – but it lifted your spirits and reminded you of what you are.

You are loved.

Just like that, those stupid thoughts left your head and when you looked in the mirror again, this time with Iwaizumi standing right behind you with a genuine smile, you couldn't help but smile as well.

Fuck insecurities, because you look good. And no one, not even yourself, could tell you otherwise.

~X•X•X~

The sun blazed through the slight opening in the curtains, as if to inform you that the sun had risen on another day, and here you took a breath, stepping into another milestone.

A year older.

You stretched, elongating your body underneath the warm sheets that smelled like flowers, though you were certain it needed to be changed after how much fun you had with your boyfriend last night.

Which speaking of, had you just realized, was no longer right next to you in bed; his side of the bed empty and hollow, but just as you were about to search the room, the call of your name right beside your bed gave you a sense of where he was.

He was on the floor, with stammering hands and little beads of sweat by his forehead, though you hadn't noticed these telltale signs that he was obviously nervous, but who was ever fully aware this early in the morning?

"Hey babe, get back in bed," you spoke in your groggy morning voice.

Iwaizumi chuckled, a little awkwardly with his hands behind his back. "Yes, but I um, I wanted to give you your birthday present."

"I thought last night was–"

"Yes, but I have one more thing," he began sweating more intensely, "S-sorry, I'm so nervous."

You narrowed your brows, getting up slightly by supporting yourself on your elbows, just to elevate your height and see him a bit clearer.

"What? Don't be. You know I'll love it, even if it's that stupid Godzilla figurine you wanted to put in our room."

He chuckled nervously.

But you panicked, "Oh my god, it's that Godzilla figurine, isn't it?"

"N-no! It's well," he stammered, but finally revealed the small, velvet box he had been hiding behind his back the whole time.

You were stunned, immediately sitting up. There was no need to open the box to know what was inside; everyone knew what was inside – every single romantic film had taught you to wait for a moment when a man gets on his knees and presents you with this.

But he opened it anyway, and there it was — a beautiful diamond ring that you were certain he had spent a part of his savings on.

"Will you marry me?"

"What the hell?" the answer escaped your lips unconsciously, and if anything Iwaizumi felt his heart dropping even more than before. "I-I mean, what? Aren't we too young?"

Iwaizumi smiled, "It doesn't matter. I meant what I said last night; I am in this for the long haul."

You could feel your eyes watering, but who could blame you? But every moment you kept quiet drove Iwaizumi insane.

"Please say yes, you are killing me here," he begged.

"Yes! Yes, yes!" you nodded enthusiastically, screaming happily, desperately wanting him to know that of course, you would marry him.

Iwaizumi's lips stretched into a wider smile, and he didn't hesitate at all to slip that ring on your finger before cupping your face in his large hands again, your foreheads touching as he stared deep into his soul.

"I love you."

You didn't need him to plead for an answer – you said it back to him too. "I love you."

Truly, as you kissed Iwaizumi Hajime again, with tears of joy falling from your eyes, you couldn't have felt any happier to know that you had this man to you for the rest of your life.

And this was the best birthday gift you could ever wish for.

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a/n

listen to that song (Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen) if you haven't already. it is my jam and i am still so pissed i missed the west end show bc of stupid corona ugh

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