Post by Iwaizumi Hajime on Jun 7, 2017 21:40:01 GMT -6
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You want to say that you’re surprised-- that you never thought that you would be able to do it. You want to, but you can't. From before you even made that final leap you knew that victory was absolute-- Oikawa, your setter, would ensure it. Though, knowing did not detract from the feeling of your spike blowing through that first year’s block at all. Covered in sweat, smelly, and exhausted your feet touch back to the floor and it feels exhilarating, spiking the winning point always does. Your eyes close and you allow yourself to take a moment and block out the noise of the roaring audience. You smile and turn, knowing that your team, and Oikawa, awaits you.[break][break]
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Mother drags you by the arm as she marches purposely down the street. Your arm feels like it’s going to be ripped off and you don’t even want to go-- you don’t need any friends and are just fine playing by yourself. Mother decided differently. Apparently five was way too old to be without friends that didn’t exist only at school. The Oikawa family was four houses down, but they felt far too close. You pout when she knocks on the door without letting go of your arm (you had been hoping to sneak away). When the door finally opens there is a boy standing there who is not much smaller than you. He smiles and you keep your frown in place. “Hi, I’m Oikawa Tooru, do you like aliens?” “No.” He starts crying and calls you mean then runs away. Your mother forces you inside anyway. Three hours later and maybe having a friend won’t be so bad after all. [break][break]
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“Iwaizumi Hajime, you stop right there!” You’re standing in the doorway of your home with one foot in and one foot out, frozen. There’s a trail of mud following you and dripping on the ground from where you stand. Bravely you raise your eyes to meet your mother’s, but have to look away immediately; she’s furious. Her hands are on her hips and she’s wearing her apron-- you have interrupted her cooking. “What on earth were you doing?” Your face forms itself into a scowl almost as if by its own volition. It was Oikawa’s fault for dragging you through the puddle in search of the alien figurine he dropped, bastard didn’t even help look. “Tooru dropped his stupid alien.” You look back to glare defiantly. A second later mother is laughing and tells you to go wash off before you even think about taking another step inside.[break][break]
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Your mother is stunning, or, at least she is to you. Her skin is dark and tanned with her hair long and even darker (like your own… plus some (a lot of) length). She’s small, but her face is round and kind and the size of her heart is able to make up for any lack of height-- though, “small” isn’t really something you ever viewed her as since her personality is so huge. Your mother never takes any shit from anyone, not even you or your father and as soon as she catches a whiff of it she can smell you guys out and terrorize the truth out of you. Perhaps it’s the rolling pin that was being brandished in her hands that made her seem so big (it was really her love and her pride). She reminds you a bit of Oikawa. [break][break]
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Your mother is always in a good mood while cooking, she likes to hum under her breath and it’s completely out of tune, but you’re tone deaf as well and think that it sounds perfect. Anyway, you stand in the entry of the kitchen and stay there until she notices you. It takes a few minutes, but she does (she always does). Your cheeks are red and grow even redder when she comes over to pinch them. “What is it, my little Hajime?” You look away. “Momma… what’s sex?” There’s a single beat of utter silence and then she’s roaring with laughter. It takes a bit before she’s able to answer your question though, and even then she’s breathless. “Go- Go ask your father, he’d be so happy if you would.” Somehow you doubt that (you do it anyway (he passes out)). [break][break]
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While you and your father aren’t as close you still love him very much and the feeling is mutual. He’s not your mother because he’s more like you. He’s a lot paler and talks a whole lot less. He is studious, but also excels in sports-- he actually taught you how to play almost all of them (that he knew). He goes away a lot on business trips and some of them can take over a month to complete, but he always comes back and he always tells you how much he loves you before he has to go (and when he returns… and every time he calls). You strive to be like him, fit and important, but when you tell them that he laughs and says that being like your mother is much more admirable. You can’t stop the frown-- he was so great at everything and being like him would be-- “Hajime, nothing in the world would make me more proud than seeing my son have a kind heart. That,” He rests a finger on your chest, “is the most impressive trait anyone can own.” Oh.[break][break]
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Volleyball was not your first choice, but it was your last. How could it not be considering your best friend so obviously fell in love with the sport? To be perfectly honest you could have played anything and excelled, but there was nothing else that felt quite as good as hitting a toss that Oikawa sent you. The feel of the ball in your hands, the smack of it being slammed into the ground, the sting, the pride in both yourself and your setter… Who could give that up? You promised that you never would. [break][break]
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Sometimes you wonder if there’s anything that you can’t do. You’re good at sports, are in advanced classes, and can even whip Oikawa into shape (kind of). But it’s just that sometimes you feel as though you can take on the entire world and win. It appears that the world was listening because it took you up on that challenge. You broke down and cried for the first time in a long while.[break][break]
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What father said never stops being important for you and so you go out in life and try to be nice (Shittykawa doesn’t count). People are constantly surprised that you do volunteer work or help old ladies cross the street. You’re polite in class and it’s confusing that some still think that you’re scary-- if you’re being quite honest it actually hurts. You don’t need to be loved by all, you don’t even need to be liked-- you just don’t want people to be afraid of you because they think that you’re mean. Yet you persevere and continue doing what you can to help make your town a better place. Some days you feel like shit, but other days you feel like maybe things will end up alright. [break][break]
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It doesn’t take long to learn that sexuality can be a complicated thing. You’ve dated, but they’ve all been girls. You didn’t mind, they were nice and made you feel good about yourself and you liked to give them small things that would make them blush then smile. The way their eyes lit up when around you made you feel important and that you were doing something right. They were never like the girls that hung around Assikawa; they were nice, funny, and cared about you. It was when the few relationships you had progressed to kissing that things fell apart. You felt nothing and they could tell. You felt something when you broke up though; regret. It was your most recent breakup that brought this to light, your third and last girlfriend asked if you were gay. You said no, but neither of you felt confident with that answer. She said that it was okay and you never talked again. You had a lot to ask google that night.[break][break]
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“Mom, are you going to die?” the two of you are sitting at the table, she looks sad and you look blank. Laid out in front of her is a single sheet of white paper covered in black ink. You can’t stop staring at it even though all you want to do is run away and forget-- you never will. You see it out of the corner of your eye; her hands are shaking. You manage to tear your eyes away long enough to look up at the now crying face. Your hands reach out to cup the shaking ones and you’re shocked by how bad the trembling actually is. Your mother’s grip is tight enough to hurt, but neither of you have time to notice. “Oh, Hajime, we all die eventually.” You miss school for a week.[break][break]
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You need to stop staring at the asses of your teammates when they aren’t looking. Spoiler alert: you don’t (the other teams are fair game as far as you’re concerned).[break][break]
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How far Oikawa will go to improve shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does, but somehow the setter still manages to do it-- get under your skin with how careless he’s being. He’s a star shining so bright it makes the rest of you appear dim in comparison, but that never seems to be enough for your best friend. He’s already hurt himself and you’re afraid that he’s going to make it worse. You kick him anyway because no matter how much pain that might cause it will never be as bad as what Oikawa can do to himself. Some days you think that your best friend would be dead if you weren’t there to keep him breathing (he keeps you breathing, too).[break][break]
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Turns out your feelings for your girlfriends weren’t love, but you did care for them (it’s not like they loved you back) and can see yourself marrying a woman, but you could never be intimate with her. You’re homosexual, but panromantic. Still, that life isn’t one which is accepted so you’ll have to keep it on the down low for now. Maybe one day you’ll tell someone (you doubt it). It was nice to have it figured out, though.[break][break]
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Your fellow third years are trash and you hate all of them. You’re not just stingy because you have the lowest notch of all of them or anything. Not at all; not even one little bit. You kick Oikawa in the shin and it absolutely is not for no reason.[break][break]
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“Oh, stop you’re worrying. I’m going to be fine.” You give a small laugh and squeeze your mother’s hand, she squeezes back. Her skin had never seemed pale before, but it did now-- especially against the crisp white sheets and the dull gray hospital gown. You try to ignore the IV drip for now. She wasn’t going to be fine, people with cancer were never fine. You don’t make a noise, but the tears fall anyway. You get a sad smile in response and a few words which you will never forget, “I will always love you, my little Hajime. You’re my special boy and you’re going to do great things.” She was out of the hospital a week later, but you knew she’d be back again.[break][break]
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It’s kind of funny, really, the whole situation you have with Kyoutani. Of course you’re not overly impressed with his attitude, but it’s nice to have someone fan over you rather than Oikawa (not to mention beating the shit out of kid in everything was fun as hell). Despite his horrible attitude he grew on you and you took him under your wing-- he wasn’t all that bad and his goals were something you could relate to; wanting to be the ace. Though you aren’t going to let him steal the show while you’re still around, but maybe after you’re gone… [break][break]
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He pushes you against the wall with a little more force than you think is absolutely necessary, but you don’t mind. Actually, you like it... a lot. The hands on your chest and lips on your neck are searing and the heat is intoxicating. Or maybe all the alcohol you drank is what’s intoxicating (it’s probably both). The part of you that can still think semi-cleary wonders if you should go about finding a more private place, but the sudden sensation of teeth digging into your skin chases all such thoughts right out of your mind. You grasp at the hard body in front of you. You mumble out his name. He pushes himself away from you immediately and you’re in shock. Things were going good, why does he look so angry? “That’s not my name.” Oh. Oh. You don’t feel so groggy anymore. Instead you feel sick (you throw up a few minutes later and it isn’t all because of what you drank). [break][break]
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Fighting against Karasuno feels a little different each time. Sure, you’ve only battled them twice, but it feels like more considering all the sets that have been played ()six was totally a large number). You don’t often feel unhinged by another team, and never have you felt that way about Karasuno-- but, that was before and this is now. Every time you serve, spike, receive the pressure is intense and you’re constantly afraid that if you make a mistake that it will upset the balance of the team. You’re the ace, after all.Though, that’s a shitty line of thought and Oikawa snaps you out of as soon as he can even though you can tell that he feels the same. You win your second battle, but the anticipation for the next one terrifies you. You don’t want to lose; not at this.[break][break]
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Your eyes open and it’s not the sight you expected to see. It’s cold, foreign, and lacks the familiar faces of your team. The sweat still covers your skin and your lungs are still gasping for air, but you no longer feel as though you’re floating on clouds. Instead you’re surrounded by metal and an indistinct world is flying by faster than you can comprehend. You look around-- there are others besides you on the odd looking train (you’ve never seen any of them before). You don’t even think that they’re all human, but every single one looks just as out of place as you feel. You take a seat. A sheet of paper appears along with a pen.[break][break]
What is your full name?[break][break]
岩泉[break][break]
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You never got to say goodbye to mother.
The Knight[break][break]
In the Haikyuu Quest Iwa is literally depicted as a knight and by joves if it isn't one of the most accurate things I have ever seen. Everything about who he is screams strength, honor, and chivalry. He has the bara tiddy, the bara arms, bara legs, bara bod, but he also has heart bara heart. It's more than just that, however. He is rather old school in itself. This is a boy who helps ols women cross busy streets without hesitation. When Oikawa pisses him off he attacks the setter, or he'll go as far to protect his kouhais (from Oikawa, usually). Basically, his morals are strong and he does his best to be a good role modeldad. [break][break]
The Ace[break][break]
In volleyball while the ace isn't an 'official' title it is a very important one. The ace is a beacon of hope for the team, it's a person who is put in the spotlight and expected to shine. Iwaizumi has taken the Ace role to heart. Iwaizumi is the kind of ace that leads by example. And it’s nice to see just how much respect his team mates have for him. I mean yes, everyone is deeply indebted to Oikawa. He is the captain of that team, the one that brings out the best in everyone. But Iwaizumi is the one they all aspire to be. Aces also need to be able to score points and ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy boy he do.[break][break]
not actually asexual btw[break][break]
The anchor[break][break]
Iwaizumi is Oikawa’s anchor.He’s his 'mom’. He’s also part of the reason Oikawa is good. Iwa is a solid and unmoving person who is able to ground those around him. Oikawa just so happens to be the one he's around the most. He's there to stop the boy from being stupid and doing shitty things.He could even be called a pooper scooper for all of Oikawa's crap he's forced to clean up. But yeah, home boy = good boy who helps those around him by being bara af on the outside and in.[break][break]
Oh, and he's constantly 99% salty. Well, 99%-110%.
PLAYED BY FRANKIE
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
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HE/HIM
18
HAIKYUU!!
HOMOSEXUAL/PANRO
DRIFTER
You want to say that you’re surprised-- that you never thought that you would be able to do it. You want to, but you can't. From before you even made that final leap you knew that victory was absolute-- Oikawa, your setter, would ensure it. Though, knowing did not detract from the feeling of your spike blowing through that first year’s block at all. Covered in sweat, smelly, and exhausted your feet touch back to the floor and it feels exhilarating, spiking the winning point always does. Your eyes close and you allow yourself to take a moment and block out the noise of the roaring audience. You smile and turn, knowing that your team, and Oikawa, awaits you.[break][break]
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Mother drags you by the arm as she marches purposely down the street. Your arm feels like it’s going to be ripped off and you don’t even want to go-- you don’t need any friends and are just fine playing by yourself. Mother decided differently. Apparently five was way too old to be without friends that didn’t exist only at school. The Oikawa family was four houses down, but they felt far too close. You pout when she knocks on the door without letting go of your arm (you had been hoping to sneak away). When the door finally opens there is a boy standing there who is not much smaller than you. He smiles and you keep your frown in place. “Hi, I’m Oikawa Tooru, do you like aliens?” “No.” He starts crying and calls you mean then runs away. Your mother forces you inside anyway. Three hours later and maybe having a friend won’t be so bad after all. [break][break]
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“Iwaizumi Hajime, you stop right there!” You’re standing in the doorway of your home with one foot in and one foot out, frozen. There’s a trail of mud following you and dripping on the ground from where you stand. Bravely you raise your eyes to meet your mother’s, but have to look away immediately; she’s furious. Her hands are on her hips and she’s wearing her apron-- you have interrupted her cooking. “What on earth were you doing?” Your face forms itself into a scowl almost as if by its own volition. It was Oikawa’s fault for dragging you through the puddle in search of the alien figurine he dropped, bastard didn’t even help look. “Tooru dropped his stupid alien.” You look back to glare defiantly. A second later mother is laughing and tells you to go wash off before you even think about taking another step inside.[break][break]
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Your mother is stunning, or, at least she is to you. Her skin is dark and tanned with her hair long and even darker (like your own… plus some (a lot of) length). She’s small, but her face is round and kind and the size of her heart is able to make up for any lack of height-- though, “small” isn’t really something you ever viewed her as since her personality is so huge. Your mother never takes any shit from anyone, not even you or your father and as soon as she catches a whiff of it she can smell you guys out and terrorize the truth out of you. Perhaps it’s the rolling pin that was being brandished in her hands that made her seem so big (it was really her love and her pride). She reminds you a bit of Oikawa. [break][break]
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Your mother is always in a good mood while cooking, she likes to hum under her breath and it’s completely out of tune, but you’re tone deaf as well and think that it sounds perfect. Anyway, you stand in the entry of the kitchen and stay there until she notices you. It takes a few minutes, but she does (she always does). Your cheeks are red and grow even redder when she comes over to pinch them. “What is it, my little Hajime?” You look away. “Momma… what’s sex?” There’s a single beat of utter silence and then she’s roaring with laughter. It takes a bit before she’s able to answer your question though, and even then she’s breathless. “Go- Go ask your father, he’d be so happy if you would.” Somehow you doubt that (you do it anyway (he passes out)). [break][break]
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While you and your father aren’t as close you still love him very much and the feeling is mutual. He’s not your mother because he’s more like you. He’s a lot paler and talks a whole lot less. He is studious, but also excels in sports-- he actually taught you how to play almost all of them (that he knew). He goes away a lot on business trips and some of them can take over a month to complete, but he always comes back and he always tells you how much he loves you before he has to go (and when he returns… and every time he calls). You strive to be like him, fit and important, but when you tell them that he laughs and says that being like your mother is much more admirable. You can’t stop the frown-- he was so great at everything and being like him would be-- “Hajime, nothing in the world would make me more proud than seeing my son have a kind heart. That,” He rests a finger on your chest, “is the most impressive trait anyone can own.” Oh.[break][break]
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Volleyball was not your first choice, but it was your last. How could it not be considering your best friend so obviously fell in love with the sport? To be perfectly honest you could have played anything and excelled, but there was nothing else that felt quite as good as hitting a toss that Oikawa sent you. The feel of the ball in your hands, the smack of it being slammed into the ground, the sting, the pride in both yourself and your setter… Who could give that up? You promised that you never would. [break][break]
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Sometimes you wonder if there’s anything that you can’t do. You’re good at sports, are in advanced classes, and can even whip Oikawa into shape (kind of). But it’s just that sometimes you feel as though you can take on the entire world and win. It appears that the world was listening because it took you up on that challenge. You broke down and cried for the first time in a long while.[break][break]
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What father said never stops being important for you and so you go out in life and try to be nice (Shittykawa doesn’t count). People are constantly surprised that you do volunteer work or help old ladies cross the street. You’re polite in class and it’s confusing that some still think that you’re scary-- if you’re being quite honest it actually hurts. You don’t need to be loved by all, you don’t even need to be liked-- you just don’t want people to be afraid of you because they think that you’re mean. Yet you persevere and continue doing what you can to help make your town a better place. Some days you feel like shit, but other days you feel like maybe things will end up alright. [break][break]
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It doesn’t take long to learn that sexuality can be a complicated thing. You’ve dated, but they’ve all been girls. You didn’t mind, they were nice and made you feel good about yourself and you liked to give them small things that would make them blush then smile. The way their eyes lit up when around you made you feel important and that you were doing something right. They were never like the girls that hung around Assikawa; they were nice, funny, and cared about you. It was when the few relationships you had progressed to kissing that things fell apart. You felt nothing and they could tell. You felt something when you broke up though; regret. It was your most recent breakup that brought this to light, your third and last girlfriend asked if you were gay. You said no, but neither of you felt confident with that answer. She said that it was okay and you never talked again. You had a lot to ask google that night.[break][break]
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“Mom, are you going to die?” the two of you are sitting at the table, she looks sad and you look blank. Laid out in front of her is a single sheet of white paper covered in black ink. You can’t stop staring at it even though all you want to do is run away and forget-- you never will. You see it out of the corner of your eye; her hands are shaking. You manage to tear your eyes away long enough to look up at the now crying face. Your hands reach out to cup the shaking ones and you’re shocked by how bad the trembling actually is. Your mother’s grip is tight enough to hurt, but neither of you have time to notice. “Oh, Hajime, we all die eventually.” You miss school for a week.[break][break]
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You need to stop staring at the asses of your teammates when they aren’t looking. Spoiler alert: you don’t (the other teams are fair game as far as you’re concerned).[break][break]
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How far Oikawa will go to improve shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does, but somehow the setter still manages to do it-- get under your skin with how careless he’s being. He’s a star shining so bright it makes the rest of you appear dim in comparison, but that never seems to be enough for your best friend. He’s already hurt himself and you’re afraid that he’s going to make it worse. You kick him anyway because no matter how much pain that might cause it will never be as bad as what Oikawa can do to himself. Some days you think that your best friend would be dead if you weren’t there to keep him breathing (he keeps you breathing, too).[break][break]
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Turns out your feelings for your girlfriends weren’t love, but you did care for them (it’s not like they loved you back) and can see yourself marrying a woman, but you could never be intimate with her. You’re homosexual, but panromantic. Still, that life isn’t one which is accepted so you’ll have to keep it on the down low for now. Maybe one day you’ll tell someone (you doubt it). It was nice to have it figured out, though.[break][break]
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Your fellow third years are trash and you hate all of them. You’re not just stingy because you have the lowest notch of all of them or anything. Not at all; not even one little bit. You kick Oikawa in the shin and it absolutely is not for no reason.[break][break]
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“Oh, stop you’re worrying. I’m going to be fine.” You give a small laugh and squeeze your mother’s hand, she squeezes back. Her skin had never seemed pale before, but it did now-- especially against the crisp white sheets and the dull gray hospital gown. You try to ignore the IV drip for now. She wasn’t going to be fine, people with cancer were never fine. You don’t make a noise, but the tears fall anyway. You get a sad smile in response and a few words which you will never forget, “I will always love you, my little Hajime. You’re my special boy and you’re going to do great things.” She was out of the hospital a week later, but you knew she’d be back again.[break][break]
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It’s kind of funny, really, the whole situation you have with Kyoutani. Of course you’re not overly impressed with his attitude, but it’s nice to have someone fan over you rather than Oikawa (not to mention beating the shit out of kid in everything was fun as hell). Despite his horrible attitude he grew on you and you took him under your wing-- he wasn’t all that bad and his goals were something you could relate to; wanting to be the ace. Though you aren’t going to let him steal the show while you’re still around, but maybe after you’re gone… [break][break]
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He pushes you against the wall with a little more force than you think is absolutely necessary, but you don’t mind. Actually, you like it... a lot. The hands on your chest and lips on your neck are searing and the heat is intoxicating. Or maybe all the alcohol you drank is what’s intoxicating (it’s probably both). The part of you that can still think semi-cleary wonders if you should go about finding a more private place, but the sudden sensation of teeth digging into your skin chases all such thoughts right out of your mind. You grasp at the hard body in front of you. You mumble out his name. He pushes himself away from you immediately and you’re in shock. Things were going good, why does he look so angry? “That’s not my name.” Oh. Oh. You don’t feel so groggy anymore. Instead you feel sick (you throw up a few minutes later and it isn’t all because of what you drank). [break][break]
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Fighting against Karasuno feels a little different each time. Sure, you’ve only battled them twice, but it feels like more considering all the sets that have been played ()six was totally a large number). You don’t often feel unhinged by another team, and never have you felt that way about Karasuno-- but, that was before and this is now. Every time you serve, spike, receive the pressure is intense and you’re constantly afraid that if you make a mistake that it will upset the balance of the team. You’re the ace, after all.Though, that’s a shitty line of thought and Oikawa snaps you out of as soon as he can even though you can tell that he feels the same. You win your second battle, but the anticipation for the next one terrifies you. You don’t want to lose; not at this.[break][break]
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Your eyes open and it’s not the sight you expected to see. It’s cold, foreign, and lacks the familiar faces of your team. The sweat still covers your skin and your lungs are still gasping for air, but you no longer feel as though you’re floating on clouds. Instead you’re surrounded by metal and an indistinct world is flying by faster than you can comprehend. You look around-- there are others besides you on the odd looking train (you’ve never seen any of them before). You don’t even think that they’re all human, but every single one looks just as out of place as you feel. You take a seat. A sheet of paper appears along with a pen.[break][break]
What is your full name?[break][break]
岩泉[break][break]
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You never got to say goodbye to mother.
FRANKIE
HE/THEY
18
8+ YEARS
-5 GMT (EST)
The Knight[break][break]
In the Haikyuu Quest Iwa is literally depicted as a knight and by joves if it isn't one of the most accurate things I have ever seen. Everything about who he is screams strength, honor, and chivalry. He has the bara tiddy, the bara arms, bara legs, bara bod, but he also has heart bara heart. It's more than just that, however. He is rather old school in itself. This is a boy who helps ols women cross busy streets without hesitation. When Oikawa pisses him off he attacks the setter, or he'll go as far to protect his kouhais (from Oikawa, usually). Basically, his morals are strong and he does his best to be a good role model
The Ace[break][break]
In volleyball while the ace isn't an 'official' title it is a very important one. The ace is a beacon of hope for the team, it's a person who is put in the spotlight and expected to shine. Iwaizumi has taken the Ace role to heart. Iwaizumi is the kind of ace that leads by example. And it’s nice to see just how much respect his team mates have for him. I mean yes, everyone is deeply indebted to Oikawa. He is the captain of that team, the one that brings out the best in everyone. But Iwaizumi is the one they all aspire to be. Aces also need to be able to score points and ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy boy he do.[break][break]
not actually asexual btw[break][break]
The anchor[break][break]
Iwaizumi is Oikawa’s anchor.He’s his 'mom’. He’s also part of the reason Oikawa is good. Iwa is a solid and unmoving person who is able to ground those around him. Oikawa just so happens to be the one he's around the most. He's there to stop the boy from being stupid and doing shitty things.
Oh, and he's constantly 99% salty. Well, 99%-110%.
PLAYED BY FRANKIE
