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superhero x villain iwaoi au (even tho this has probably been done a million times)
iwaizumi is a vigilante protector, and throughout all his scuffles he’s always been happy to protect and keep the people safe.
when a guy dressed all in black (who had nearly just killed him) —
iwaizumi is a vigilante protector, and throughout all his scuffles he’s always been happy to protect and keep the people safe.
when a guy dressed all in black (who had nearly just killed him) —
approaches him, his fight or flight response takes over and he’s frozen. the taller man, the /enemy/- he’s close now, so close iwaizumi can feel his breath on his own face. iwaizumi is certain that this is where his story ends, but then he feels soft lips over his own. —
control returns to his body, but only so iwaizumi can pull him closer. it’s messy, and as the villain dressed in black pulls away and disappears into the night, iwaizumi realises that his face is now smeared with vanilla chapstick. —
he sighs in frustration, because /what the fuck just happened/?
this was not how things were supposed to happen.
this was not how things were supposed to happen.
his wounds from the villain’s attacks throbbed, and iwaizumi knew he ought to visit his favourite medical intern to get patched up. he felt guilty that he and oikawa tooru were friends outside of this, without the mask- but he couldn’t risk his friend discovering his identity. —
he was just a hero in the night when he visited oikawa like this. when oikawa tended to his seemingly endless cuts and bruises. but he couldn’t help but wonder how oikawa would react if he found out the truth. —
but then there was the issue with the guy in black on the rooftop. was iwaizumi insane? why did he do that? why did he kiss him back? why did he /enjoy/ it? it was reckless. but a tiny part of him hoped it happened again.
sleep evaded him for weeks, tossing and turning; his mind was invaded with thoughts of oikawa, with thoughts of the villain dressed in black (the grand king, the news had called him). he’d seen them both- he’d battle with the latter, before showing up at oikawa’s for treatment. —
it wasn’t until weeks later, when iwaizumi was fighting tooth and nail to protect city hall from the grand king’s attack- (“these people aren’t /good/, you should know that, iwa-chan!”) - that iwaizumi put the pieces together. —
oikawa was the grand king. —
although that was brilliant for his internal conflict surrounding his feelings for ‘both’ of them, iwaizumi realised just how deep shit he was in. because that meant oikawa /knew/. —
the nickname had slipped out of the grand king’s mouth, and oikawa realised his mistake as he saw iwaizumi finally put the pieces together. no matter- he had a feeling that iwaizumi would see his way soon enough. —
in the blink of an eye, oikawa vanished into thin air with an elaborate spin- iwaizumi hated when he did that- and iwaizumi was left to defuse the bomb and save the city. —
it was later on, when iwaizumi was disappearing into the crowd, that he realised he’d lost ‘both’. oikawa tooru and the grand king might be the same person, but he had neither of them. —
there was complete silence for months. it was eerie, considering iwaizumi had seen oikawa every couple of days, at least, for years at this point. crime rates dropped after his disappearance, and it all felt wrong. —
iwaizumi still searched for him, looking at every corner of the globe for any trace of him, but oikawa was always a step ahead of him.
just like he had been the whole time. —
just like he had been the whole time. —
the silence was broken when a politician was exposed for his criminal activity, and then was mysteriously missing when police came to arrest him. that was followed by a drug lord being exposed as the brother-in-law of the mayor. —
then the district attorney’s less-than-legal hobbies were revealed. the mayor and the DA’s bodies were discovered together. —
iwaizumi knew he was back. oikawa was coming home. —
when they eventually met again, it wasn’t an adrenaline-fuelled battle to the death. it was closer to a coffee date, if anything. but oikawa was right- iwaizumi understood, now. he wasn’t doing these things out of bloodlust- these people deserved it. —
the police didn’t know what had hit them when they saw the grand king, and his new accomplice, casually strolling out of the remains of the courthouse hand in hand, before disappearing into the night together.
the end?
