Convenience—platonic! Iwaoi x reader
Chapter 1: Arrived.
Warnings(?): slight talk of alcohol but not much
Authors note: so sorry this took a while! I’ve had this in my drafts for a hot minute but kept forgetting to post and I also got really into a book series and forgot to write! Starting chapter 2 soon!!
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These past few summers, the drive was more peaceful than the actual trip. The city noise slowly dimming to quiet as you get farther and farther out only for the crashing of waves and seagulls to fill that void. Watching the world zoom by like you were in a race against time—which some might argue humanity is.
Your mom—Kaori’s—voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Willing your head to turn, you look at her.
“Are you excited?” She asked, her eyes only leaving the road for a split second to spare a glance your way. She knew something was off with you. She was your mother for goodness sake. So every summer since 15 years old, that’s been her first question. Always.
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You shrug, “I mean, I have the same answer every year. Yes, I’m excited, mom.” You tried to sound convincing. You were excited, really. You get to spend summer with two of your closest friends. Who wouldn’t be excited for that?
Kaori shakes her head a little, her black chin length hair swaying slightly with the movement. “You don’t sound like it. Are you sure you’re—” you cut her off with a groan. She takes a deep breath and purses her lips.
“Yes. I’m sure I’m excited. I know my emotions.” You snap a little more than you meant to. You turn your head to look back out the window to your left. Fuck, you thought to yourself. You hated snapping at her.
A few hours later, gravel rumbles underneath the wheels of your mom’s white 2000 Honda Civic as she pulls into the driveway of your second home.
The slightly infamous beach house. It was a nice light blue color with white accents for railings, window shutters, gutters, fencing, etc. It had two stories and stood on stilts. The underside of the house was used partially for a garage then also for a hangout spot. In the distance, just beyond blooming, vibrant hedges was the sight of elegant blue waves crashing against the shore. The minute you stepped out of the car, heat and wind engulfed you. The smell of flowers blooming, the salt from the ocean, and someone’s detergent from somewhere near mixed into your senses.
This scene should’ve calmed your nerves. For some reason though, it only made them explode into butterflies.
You walk to the back of your mom’s car as soon as she pops the trunk to grab your bags. Taking a quick glance around at the familiar scene, it looked like Hajime and Hikari had already gotten here. That was to be expected though, the house was technically under Hikari’s name so they normally came a day early to clean.
Walking up the white steps stained with years of rain, dirt, sand, and bird poop brought you face to face with a pair of double doors that provide home to frosted glass in the center. Making the quick walk across the front porch to the doors you turn the handle and push the door open.
Closing the door behind you, you call out “hey! Anyone here?” You hear shuffling from upstairs and over in the kitchen. You make your way left and walk under an archway to the open living room. You throw your bags over the back of the couch to land on one of the cushions. You turn around and walk out of the living room and this time further down the hall inline with the front door to where the kitchen resides.
As you’re walking to the kitchen you pass the stairs that lead upstairs and see Hajime walking down hastily.
“Hey!” You say happily, a smile breaking out onto your face. At least this one felt real. You push that thought aside as quickly as it formed when Hajime wraps his arms around you.
“Hey! I’ve missed you! How have you been?” He says into your hair before pulling away. You nod, having been used to this type of conversation filler your whole life.
“Life has been moving. Same old same old really.” There’s a hint of melancholy in your voice but thankfully it goes unnoticed as the past few years whenever you’ve been asked that exact question—that’s how you respond. Every time.
You turn and keep walking to the kitchen, Hajime being right beside you this time. You walk into the kitchen right as Hikari finishes putting away the clean dishes.
“Hi, sweetie.” She smiles softly at you and opens her arms for a hug. You happily obliged and walked over to her, hugging her tightly. It didn’t matter how you felt, how down in the dumps you felt, Hikari had this way of pulling you in and making you feel better. And somehow in his own way, Hajime inherited that trait. She pulls away but her hands rest on the sides of your biceps, “so how have you been? Same old same old?” She jokes, knowing you were gonna say it.
You give a small laugh and nod. You let out a small sigh, like you were dropping a heavy weight that you won’t have to pick up till the end of summer. “Yeah, pretty much. How have you been?” You say as you sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island. You rest your elbow on the counter and let your chin fall into the palm of your hand.
Mama Iwa—her title given by 6 year old you—opened her mouth to respond before the sound of the front door BANGING cuts her off.
The Oikawa’s have arrived.
“HEY! SHITTYKAWA! DON’T RUIN THE PAINT! WE GOT THAT REDONE JUST LAST YEAR!” Hajime yells to the front of the house. While Hajime walks to the front to not only scold Tooru but also help with bags, you share a glance and chuckle with Hikari. She walks passed you and ruffles your hair before following her son’s footsteps but to greet her friend instead.
You turn your head to look out the windows that go from ceiling to floor—which in your opinion was a choice for living on a beach considering storms. Somehow though, the windows never broke. Only when Tooru accidentally hit a volleyball at them but somehow never for any other reason. In the back of the house, starting the area off was the kitchen on the right then next to it in the corner was the dinner table. Across the walkway that stared right down to the front door was the game room. It technically was a second living room or a library but it was mainly used for game nights. When facing the game room to the left was where the stairs were, creating a wall which was now covered in photos of Miyako, Hikari, and Kaori in high school and adulthood then also Tooru, Hajime, and you from childhood to now. On the right wall—which was the windows—that was where the sliding door to the wrap around porch was. The back porch had stairs leading down to the backyard which was where a volleyball net was set up along with an inground pool.
Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes temporarily taking away your ability to see. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly who it was.
“Hello, ‘ru” you playfully yank his hands off your eyes and turn around in the stool to face him. He initiates the hug first, and you follow suit immediately. You’ve been doing that lately.
“Hello, my dearest!” He replies happily. Him and that motherfucking nickname. He had heard your dad tell you that over summer one year and he’s used it sarcastically ever since.
You lightly punch his shoulder, “shut up” you laugh softly. You get up from your seat and walk to the front of the house, with Tooru in tow, to greet Miyako.
You get there quickly which isn’t too much of a hassle either. “Miyako!” You say happily when you see her. Initiate the hug, initiate the hug. Rings through your head and whenever you’re close enough for it to look natural you move to hug her first and she quickly follows, having already planned to hug you.
“Oh my god! Stop growing!” She says joking, holding onto your shoulders to take a look at you. She’s been saying that since you got into your preteens and you wouldn’t tell her but it was starting to get annoying.
“Tell that to all three of them,” your mom piped in, her gaze crossing over the three of you, who all somehow ended up standing next to each other.
Soon once everyone was settled and dinner had been long since finished, the two trios resided into their respective areas of the house. The teens take the living room and the mom’s take the kitchen with a glass or two of wine.
“I don’t know what to do with her” Kaori shakes her head, fingers gracing the base of her wine glass. Miyako and Hikari both look at her with confusion.
Hikari shakes her head slightly, her dark brown pixie cut finally having some movement as it was growing out, “what do you mean? Reader?”
Kaori sighs before nodding. “Her grades are slipping although they have steadily been for a while, she’s been more moody. Hell, she’s changed her group of friends and I have no clue if it’s for the better. I don’t want to be too harsh since I’m sure they’re all good kids deep down but they get into trouble. And not stupid shit trouble. Police get involved sometimes. I just—I’m worried for her. And I definitely don’t think the divorce helped any bit,” she rambled on, the wine making her more open than she’d normally be. Miyako rubbed her arm across Kaori’s bicep.
“Maybe it’s school. Maybe it’s getting to be too much. Hopefully summer will level her out.” Hikari tried to reason with her best friend although there was also concern creeping in her voice. The way Kaori was talking it was like it’s been going on longer than she’s making it seem but she didn’t wanna pry. The Sato family hated people who pried into their business.
Miyako nods at Hikari’s words, “Yeah, I’m sure she’s gonna get better soon. If not the fresh air, Hajime and Tooru surely will” she tried to spark a lighter section, not wanting to make Kaori feel like they were to dwell on the subject. Kaori nods a little at their words but doesn’t say anything else. They let the silence hang in silent agreement.
Over in the living room you and the two boys were arguing over what game to play on the Wii.
“You picked last summer! It’s my turn to choose the first game!” Tooru whined, trying to block the Wii console so neither you nor Hajime could get a game cd in.
You roll your eyes, “Oh please. It’s two against one, ‘ru. Give it up! We’re playing Mario Cart.” You say trying to get past him to the console. Tooru groans, blocking your way.
Hajime snickers before adding, “he doesn’t wanna play because he knows we’re gonna beat him.” You snicker at his words, knowing what he was doing. “Big sore loser here goes as far as to try to not play a game because he knows he’s gonna lose!” Hajime continues to antagonize him.
It somehow worked because Tooru play-tackled him, “take that back! I am not a sore loser! We just always play Mario Cart. I’m over it!” Tooru whines as Hajime flips them over and pins him.
“Put it in! Put it in!” Hajime shouts—probably a little louder than he should’ve. You do as he says, hands fumbling with the case a little before opening it and popping the CD out and inserting it to the console.
You close the case and cheer a little. “We’re playing Mario Cart, idiot!” You laugh as you walk over to the couch with a bounce in your step and flop down. Tooru groans before pushing Hajime off him and walking defeatedly to the couch, uncoordinated-ly falling onto cushions next to you.
He grumbles nonsense under his breath before speaking up, holding his hand out “If we’re playing Mario Cart, give me the red controller. That one has good luck!” He ushers for Hajime, who was looking through a cube basket for three remote controls, to hand him the red one.
You gasp, “Hey! No! The red one is mine! I’m the reason it has such good luck! It only works for me!” Hajime starts to shake his head, silently laughing as you and Tooru start to bicker over who gets the red controller.
It was about 12 am when the moms decided that it was time for them to go to bed.
Miyako went to grab the wine bottle but Kaori grabbed it first, “I’ll put it away. I need to hide it anyways” she says, turning around to find a new place to put it instead of the usual spot. Miyako and Hikari share a confused look.
“Why would you need to hide it? None of us are alcoholics and the kids can’t drink yet.” Hikari crosses her arms, confused about Kaori’s choice. Well that was until Kaori looked over her shoulder at her two friends. She gave them a look and a spare glance over to the living room where the teens were fast asleep, the TV lighting up the front part of the house.
Miyako realized first, her face dropped just as quickly as her heart. “Oh. That’s why you’re weary of her new friends” Miyako says at the same time that it clicks in Hikari’s mind.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Hikari asks as she takes the wine glasses and starts washing them. She had to do something with her hands so she wouldn’t storm into the living room and scold some sense into you.
Kaori sighs as she finds a spot to hide the wine, “I guess I just didn’t want to burden you all with it. She’s sober now but I still get nervous when it’s in her reach.” She stands up, her knees popping with the movement.
Miyako nods before walking over to Kaori and hugging her. “We’re here for you. For both of you.” The trio leaves it at that.
When they walk up the stairs they all send a quick glance over the railing at the three teens asleep on the couches, the TV letting them see although it was midnight. All the gazes linger on a certain girl in worry before parting and continuing up the stairs.
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