↳ in which y/n and iwaizumi hajime
hook up, and he finds himself
going back to her for more.
[𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞] [𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!!]
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.
- sexual content
- alcohol & drugs
- explicit language
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Even with your nerves, you're not the only one who's anxious to be stepping inside the café. Iwaizumi does his best to pick up on some of the French chatter. There's small words here and there that he's able to understand, but most of them go by too quickly for him to register.
When the waitress finds you two at the door, she circles around. "Bonne soirée! Bienvenue au Café de Flore!" she says with a smile before it fades away. She can tell by the look on your face that you don't understand her words.
"Désolé," You're surprised when Iwaizumi replies back in French. "We don't speak French. Mostly English... Well, I do anyway," When he switches to English, you look at him with shock. "I'm hoping you know English, too?"
His voice shakes. He's still not used to the different languages, but the waiter understands him clearly. "Yes, I do," she grins warmly. "Table for two?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay, follow me." The waitress leads you through the café and to the side. There's a table topped with a vase of flowers, plates, and cutlery, along with glasses and embroidered handkerchiefs. "Let me know when you're ready to order," she says before leaving you two with your menus.
You flip the first page, and you sigh when you're met with a bunch of French. "Great."
"Don't worry about it," Iwaizumi replies, carefully scanning the menu to the best of his ability. Some words are new and some are recognizable. "Sucks that there's no pictures."
"That looks good, though," you wait for Iwaizumi to look up before nodding to the next table over. His eyes land on a plate full of pastries, some covered in swirls of chocolate and sugar while others have slices of fruit. "Maybe we can try one of those?"
"You only want to try one? Iwaizumi asks kindly. "We can get as many as you want."
"Oh, no, I think one is fine," you say, but you can't help but turn to the table and look at all of the desserts once more. "I don't know which one I wanna try."
"Let's get all of the ones you like and we can split them in half. That way, we can try them together."
"Won't that be too expensive?"
"Don't worry about it!" He says as he leans over the table. "Let your first night in Paris be one to remember."
He can see you hesitating, but he knows you well, even after spending months away from home to study. Doing his best to translate the menu, he lets you pick the ones that you think will be the most tasteful. There's cakes and tarts and so much that you want to try, and Iwaizumi types all of them into his phone, more for himself so he can have a list of your favourite French desserts.
When she returns to the table, Iwaizumi reads the the list he made. "Great choices," the waitress replies. "Any drinks?"
"We'll have coffee," Iwaizumi answers, then reconsiders. "And, we'll have a bottle of the finest wine that you have here."
