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Hajime likes to think that he is completely personable and well-socialized and normal. It’s everyone else in their office—a rinky-dink room on the second floor of a neglected business park, divided by clumps of cubicles, a conference room, and a corner office—that’s crazy.
He has a grand total of four work acquaintances. Yahaba, who is judgmental and nosey while pretending not to be, does not count.
He has two work friends: he was somehow roped into an arrangement in which he goes out for beers with Matsukawa and Hanamaki every other Friday, in addition to all of the other obligatory office drinking parties, and they groan and grumble about how much they hate their respective jobs while getting shit-faced drunk.
And he has one inconvenient, all-consuming work crush, which has yet to fade despite the fact that it’s been one year, three months, and thirteen days since Hajime first started working at Aoba Johsai Incorporated—give or take a few.
Oikawa Tooru from accounting drives him fucking crazy.
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Eventually, his hand slides downward, cupping the back of Oikawa’s neck. With a firm squeeze, he whispers, pleads, “Bite me.”
He thinks Oikawa might’ve choked on the first syllable of Iwaizumi’s name, a failed protest gliding down his throat, and Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to repeat his words once more. There’s a gentle roll of his hips against Oikawa’s own. “Tooru,” he breathes, “Fucking bite me.”
or: vampire!oikawa feeds on iwaizumi after getting injured.
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“I almost lost you,” Tooru tells him, each word whispered so quietly that they disappear among the shadows of the room the moment they fall from his lips. There’s a familiar ache in his throat and he attempts to swallow around the tightness that appears to have settled there. As he inhales deeply, Hajime’s fingers brush against his jaw; warmth blooming beneath his fingertips.
“But you didn’t,” Hajime reminds him. “I came back. I will always come back for you.”
or: a prince and his knight finally reunite.
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“You seem—sad.” Was that the right word? Others sprang to mind: desperate, lonely, anxious.
Tooru looked away. “Are you going to make me say it?”
“Say what?”
Tooru folded his arms, sighed. “I missed you, of course.”
Hajime swallowed.
“No need to look that way. I told you, I’m not one of your macho man buddies. I’m allowed to say stuff like that without being embarrassed—”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Hajime complained. “No need to be so defensive. I’ve missed you too.”
“Oh?” Tooru seemed to get a little of his own back, leaning forward on his elbows. “What about me did you miss?”
((Going to separate universities, Hajime and Tooru learn the true meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder"))
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Kenma is mesmerised, watching the man intently as music fills him up, caressing his soul. Touching him in ways he never had the privilege to be touched before. He doesn’t believe in love. Doesn’t even know what it’s supposed to feel like. But sitting here, listening to Kuroo play and watching the smoke of his cigarette waft into the dimness of the room, Kenma is almost certain that he’s in love.
In which Kenma is drifting through life aimlessly while Kuroo has bad habits and plays in a band.
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- Part 1 of cigarettes after sex
Bookmarked by azowi
17 Feb 2026
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tears in my eyes this is all i ever needed omg must read