So, some of you may have heard that Admin Emmy over at @sfw-haikyuu-nsfw is going through a rough time right now following a completely unexpected breakup. Most of us have been there, I know I have, and it’s so hard to know how to help. Sometimes, most times, the best we can do is be there for each other. 

So, here’s a comfort piece, simple as it is, featuring her two fave boys. I hope you enjoy this Emmy and that it brings a smile to your face. 

I’m always here to chat if you want. 

-Admin Jade

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“Brooo!!!! We need to do a hang out, like soon!” Bokuto
yells into his phone.

Iwaizumi grips his pencil hard enough he’s sure it’s gonna
break. He can’t believe there could be someone more annoying in the world
than Oikawa Tooru and yet, here he is. Not only that, Iwaizumi is ‘fortunate’ enough to have him as a roommate.

College algorithms have already screwed him and he’s barely
gotten started.

Just as he’s weighing the true cost of murder, his own phone
buzzes, the screen showing a message from Emmy. Are you there?

Iwaizumi frowns more than normal. Usually when she texts him
it’s with a funny joke or a picture, something to get him to smile since she
insists he always takes life way too seriously. She’d found it uproariously
funny that he’d been saddled with Bokuto as a roommate, instantly bonding with
the over exuberant male and quickly declaring their trio the Three Musketeers.
And he puts up with it, because he cares about her. She’s become one of his best
friends here, helping him ease into university and life away from high school
friends and family.

Unlocking the screen, he shoots back a text saying he is.

Can you come get me?

Now he’s worried.
He knows she has a car and if she’s in trouble, why didn’t she just call?
Better yet, why is she asking him for help rather than her boy-

His thoughts cut off mid stride, a curse hissing from his
lips. Hadn’t she just said she felt like something was off with him? Like he
was holding something back? Iwaizumi had tried to comfort her, tried to be
supportive and optimistic saying he was probably just tired or busy or some
other such inane reason for being distant. With rocks in his gut, he pushes the
CALL button, Bokuto’s voice still talking loudly in the background.

The line picks up but when she doesn’t speak Iwaizumi says gruffly, “Emmy, what’s wrong?” He hears her take in a deep breath, a
sob faltering out that makes him bunch his fist. “Where are you?” he asks next.

“At….at his house, or rather outside of it. I just…I don’t
think I can drive like this, Hajime.”

Her voice sounds so small, so broken. Bokuto laughs again, completely
unaware their friend is falling apart at the seams.

“Oi, put a sock in it Bo, I’m talking to Emmy!” Iwaizumi
shouts over his shoulder.

Something in his tone gets through to Bokuto. “Kuroo, dude,
I gotta call you back,” he says hastily, ending the call. “What’s going on?”

“Not sure yet, come on,” Iwaizumi answers, though he’s pretty sure he can guess.

“Ok,”Bokuto says as he re-enters the living room, “We have
ice cream in the freezer and pizza on the way and here’s a wine spritzer I found
stashed in the garage fridge. Now,” he takes a seat on her right while Iwaizumi
sits on her left, “tell us everything. “

They’re at his parent’s house, both of them gone for the
weekend visiting family so it’s the perfect safe haven for Emmy to let her
guard down. And she does, telling them word for word exactly what went on between her and her now ex-boyfriend. Both males have narrowed eyes and
furrowed brows, though Iwaizumi’s expression is definitely more fearsome than Bokuto’s,
the latter male rubbing circles on her back as she cries. Every so often,
Iwaizumi hands her more tissues or a glass of water to soothe her parched
throat.

Finally, when she’s finished, her legs tucked up and arms
hugging her knees, Iwaziumi speaks. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Yeah, me too!” Bokuto shouts, standing up and making his
way to the door.

“No! Please, guys, it’s not like that,” she protests.

“Like hell it’s not!” Iwaizumi fumes. “You’re one of….no…you’re
the most amazing girl I’ve ever met and he has the balls to treat you like
that? Is he fucking stupid?!”

“Emmy, you gave so much of yourself to him, how can
you not be angry?” Bokuto asks bewildered.

“I am angry! I’m angry and hurt and confused and lost and…fuck,
I’m so many things I can’t even think straight. But you guys, I can’t force him
to love me and I don’t want anyone else to try!”

“Who said anything about love? I’m going to end him for
hurting you like that!” Iwaizumi insists.

Despite his anger, she smiles through her tears. “I appreciate
the offer and maybe there’s a small part of me that wishes I could take you up
on it, but for now,” she sighs settling back into the couch, “can you please
just…hug me?”

Iwaizumi growls, wanting nothing more than to punch a wall
(or a certain someone’s face) but he relents, sitting down once more but
instead of just throwing an arm around her, he draws her completely into his
lap, wrapping her legs around his waist until she resembles a koala clutching a
tree. And he holds her, letting her cry again.

She startles slightly when Bokuto settles behind hers, arms
threading between her and Iwaizumi around her stomach, his cheek against her
back. They sit like that in silence save for her sniffles until a loud knock
breaks in upon their group hug.

“Get the door Bokuto, it’s the pizza,” Iwaizumi says.

“Awww, but I like snuggling with her,” he complains.

“Oi, owl boy, get the door! She needs to eat!”

Grumbling, Bokuto extracts himself and gets the pizza, settling
it quickly in the oven to keep it warm before heading back to his spot.
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes but holds his position, gently carding his fingers
through her hair.

“You’re amazing,” he says quietly, cheeks burning but he
needs her to hear this, “you’re amazing and he’s an idiot.”

“Yeah,” Bokuto says quietly, nuzzling her slightly pulling a
light giggle from her chest, “and even though it sucks, we know you’ll get
through it. And we’ll be here to help you.”

“You promise? Even when I’m whining or raging or look
pathetic and ugly cry and have moments I breakdown and want to see him and-“

“For all of it,” Iwaizumi assures firmly.

It takes them another ten minutes to move, but soon they’re
eating pizza and watching a stupid comedy so she can laugh and though her world
is still shaken, she smiles, because on either side of her sit two pillars of
strength who she knows won’t abandon her.