Suddenly, your hands were on his shoulders. Now you had made things a hundred times more difficult with the words that had tumbled out of your mouth. “I am majorly, totally, butt–crazily in love with you!” You stood up from the floor and gargled your mouth out. Iwaizumi stood up as well. “Oh, my God! I love you, Hajime!” you declared. Thoughts were spinning around in both your and Iwaizumi’s heads. You laid your head down on the toilet seat. “You’re amazing, you know? Everyone is talking about Tōru that, Tōru this, but to me, you’re the star of the show,” you said dreamily. Were you intentionally trying to tear him and Ayame apart? You had smiled and said that he and Ayame would look good together. He remembers the day he told you that he was dating Ayame. What was he doing, leaving her with Trashykawa? But then again… did he not trust Ayame enough to know that she loves him?Īnd what were you doing, saying these things to him? Didn’t he have your support in the relationship. Iwaizumi left to go to the bathroom and he found Trashykawa winning her a stuffed bear. There was that time the three of them went to the fair. She never really complained when Trashykawa tagged along. Iwaizumi thinks back to all the times he’s asked her on dates. His heart clenches as you say those words. You wiped away some of the saliva on your lips. Especially when you were drunk as a skunk. But hearing the same things coming from a person like you didn’t feel right either. As much as Iwaizumi did-or didn’t- love Ayame, it just didn’t feel right. “Shut up, (Y/N), you’re drunk.” You had a point though. “Someone that can take care of you, someone that loves you for you, Hajime… What are you doing with her?” “You need someone that can lift the anchor that keeps you from flying,” you suddenly interrupted. Truth be told, being with her wasn’t Iwaizumi’s style of relationships. It wasn’t like Ayame was any different than all the girls he’s seen and interacted with. The question hits him like a bullet in the chest. “What do you mean?” You sigh before rephrasing your question. “What are you doing, Hajime?” you ask him. “Oh, I left her with Trashykawa back with everyone else.” A long pause envelops the two of you, only broken by the sound of your retching and burping from you. All that alcohol must be messing with your head right now. This wasn’t the same as all those girls that surrounded Tōru on a daily basis. Seeing one fo your childhood friends getting a girl so quickly was kind of disorienting. It’s not like you were sad or anything that he found a girl, your were just… okay, you were sad.
From what Hajime had told you, she had confessed after a game Seijoh lost, and that she was bad at cooking.
Ayame was Iwaizumi’s girlfriends of five months. You finally lift your head up from the toilet bowl. You can certainly take your liquor, but everyone has a limit. It continues on for a few minutes you retching and Iwazumi massaging your back.
“The water here is spiked, Hajime.” You retch again and flush away the remaining. “Kindaichi was out cold on the couch, even though Kunimi said he only had a glass of water.” “Chugging round after round of alcohol after throwing your cookies out the window seems very productive, don’t you think?” he says. You take a sip of what smells like liquor out of the solo cup and gargle with it. Iwaizumi pulls back your hair and massages pressure points to get all of the vomit out. “Oh, hi Haji–” You retch into the toilet. You look at the intruder and find your best friend walking in. He crinkles his nose in disgust, but sits on the edge of the bathtub anyways. A red solo cup sits by your lap as the stench of vomit fills the room. Iwaizumi opens the bathroom door to find you camped out on top of the toilet seat.
Drunk words are sober thoughts free#
genre: tbh i’m not sure what this falls into, so if any of you have any inputs, please feel free to tell me!.
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