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Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um… implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

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TW//: reader smokes, possible trauma & ptsd, and reader has a speech impediment.

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As you start out college, your aunt asks of you to start attending therapy sessions to alleviate your negative experiences of the past. However, you start to realize that sometimes the past can be inescapable. 

A/N: Ahh, first published tumblr chapter. Hope you all enjoy it 🥺

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IT WAS YOUR FIRST day of going to therapy; your aunt thought it would be a good idea for you to get your feelings out. Although it was a bit of a taboo for someone like you to attend therapy, it was the only way that could help you get out of your shell.

You were the docile, shy type that often kept to herself. Your speech impediment didn’t exactly help your case either. You preferred to spend your free time in your bedroom, sleeping in your comfortable bed. Your aunt hated that, in the few times you actually did go outside other than school, it led to one of the worst experiences of your lifetime.

Aunt Em [1:25 PM]: Please try talking with the therapist today and let me know how it goes, okay? Love you

You [1:25 PM]: alright lyt

You waited your turn in the lobby, fidgeting with the home screen on your phone. "(Y/n)?" 

You perked up out of your seat to see the therapist; her door was slightly ajar, and she had a small smile on her face. You returned the smile and followed into her office, shutting the door behind you. She looked to be around her late 30s, had a few visible wrinkles, and wore nude nail polish. 

You sat on the couch opposite of her. It was comfy, something you could probably lay down on in future appointments. The older woman clasped her hands together. "So! Tell me what made you want to start attending therapy sessions."

You flinched, forgetting that therapy puts you on the spot. "U--Um, well um, my aunt thought it would be a good idea for me to advocate for my mental health."

"Ah, okay, so your aunt was the one who brought it up. Excellent!"

"Y--Yeah."

"Now I heard that you recently began university, how exciting. What high school did you go to?"

"Aoba J--Johsai."

"Ooh, okay, I heard they have stellar athletic teams. Did you like it there?"

You thought about the question for a bit. Did you like it at Aoba Johsai? Besides the rich, pretentious assholes that were in attendance, it wasn't so bad. Even as a foreigner, you were able to make a small group of friends along the way.

Though your shyness tended to tamper with your ability to make new ones, you avoided most people like the plague, smoking your cigarettes in the bathroom stall while minding your own business.

"(Y/n)?"

A snapshot of that brunette boy and his three other friends haunted your vision. You couldn't stand it. 

"...(Y/n)?"

You snapped out of your pondering daze. "O--oh sorry. T--to answer your question, it was alright at Aoba Johsai."

The therapist nodded, writing a few notes down in her notebook. Stutters, often anxious and timid, possibly traumatized? "Mm-kay, well, I think that's about our time for a session today. I'll see you tomorrow (Y/n)."

"T--Thank you," you squeaked, bowing your head in respect. You quickly saw yourself out of the building and called for a cab to take you home.