10:55 pm + iwaizumi hajime

plop!

iwaizumi watches your eyes widen with sadness, your eyebrows flying up as your oreo falls into your milk.

he can’t help but snicker as you tilt your mug slightly and try to reach for your cookie. he’s amused, really, at how desperate you are for one oreo.

“what’s so funny haji? can’t you see i’m struggling here?” you say, putting your cup down in defeat. the cookie has crumbled at this point, leaving your milk a greyish color.

“let it be, pretty. want me to get you more?” he asks, already getting up from his seat on the couch.

“no, i think i’m done,” you say, getting up alongside him. he smiles slightly at the pout on your face, one you don’t even know you’re showing.

the apartment is quiet, the sound of the fan whirring fills your ears along with the patter of hajime’s feet following you to the kitchen.

you place your cup into the sink, not even bothering to wash it because hajime would never let you do housework past 9 pm. you should relax, he’d tell you, i’ll take care of it in the morning. and he always does.

and all of a sudden, you feel two warm hands slide underneath your hoodie and onto your waist, turning you around gently. feathery light kisses are placed on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and finally, your lips.

it’s these quiet moments in this very kitchen that make your heart beat frantically. because when it’s just you and hajime, the world seems to stop turning. his hands continue to rub circles into your waist — the calluses that have formed over the years dig into your skin in the most comforting way, familiar with every inch of your skin.

a hand comes up to your cheek and you feel a sudden pinch. looking up at the man in front of you (he’s adorning a mischievous smile), you punch him gently. your eyebrows furrow in faux annoyance, and he knows it.

“okay, pouty, let’s go brush our teeth,” he says, shuffling the both of you, who are still embracing each other, to the bathroom.

a few trips and elbow jabs later, hajime is looking at you with toothpaste covering his lips. and of course, his hand is still on your waist. he leans down to press a foamy kiss to your cheek. and as you shriek and push him away, he laughs wholeheartedly. sure, he annoys you, but he does it so he can see that pout he loves so much.

cute, he thinks when he sees your lips jut out. for some reason, you tolerate him and his antics. hajime knows that he’ll be the reason he makes your pout go away, too. whether it be by kissing it away or giving you the world — he knows he’d do it all for you.